I then, somewhat casually, ordered Troye to get his mouth wrapped around Marcus’ dick. I encouraged him to lean into me so that I could gently run my hands up and down his body as his cock bounced and twitched. Marcus was in a tight little jock which looked pretty sensational, but he was hard as a rock underneath, so it had to come off. I instructed them to start taking down their underpants. They were soon heavily making out, looking like three horny studs. Troye was watching, looking a little nervous and left out, so I ordered Jack to kiss him before telling young Marcus to join them. It was one of the hottest sights I think I’ve ever seen. I told Marcus to kiss Jack’s neck, and he instantly obeyed me. It wasn’t just a little childish peck - they really went for it and started smooching. The words I was speaking were as lame as they were outrageous and if they’d been able to see the huge bulge between my legs they’d have known what was really going on! I was pretty astounded when the expression on both boys’ faces changed and they moved in for a kiss. When the boys hesitated, I reminded them that we were only playing a game and that everything we were doing was just for fun.
I gestured towards Jack and told him he should kiss Marcus. I heard myself speaking before my brain realized what I was saying. Putting on a filthy show for my eyes only. I don’t know what came over me, but I was suddenly imagining all three of them getting down to it, making out in a hormone-heavy heap of writhing, grinding, teenaged flesh. Their torsos all seemed to be developing rather nicely and I couldn’t wait to get them out of their shorts to see whether the lower halves were as appealing!Īs their shorts came off, my dick started pounding in my jeans. And young Marcus is the cheeky, short, smart-ass of the trio. Troye is dark and brooding, with long, lean limbs. Blond boy, Jack’s as cute as a button with big, doleful, blue eyes. My eyes drifted hungrily from one scout to the next. It turns out that all three of them are pretty easy on the eye, so getting them to undress in front of me promised a few unexpected perks!
And because I’ve got a bit of a penchant for bad boys, I promised to do just that. One of the other Scoutmasters told me to keep an eye on them, however, because they’re known to be quite mischievous. I’m fairly new to the troop and our paths hadn’t crossed too many times. I took them into my tent and instructed them to remove their shirts. I knew they would need a rest, but the most important thing was to get them out of their dirty uniforms and give them a few lessons in hand-washing clothes in the great outdoors! It’s always a bit of a relief when they get back in one piece, but you also know they’re gonna be buzzing on sugar or utterly exhausted because they spent the night telling ghost stories or convincing themselves they were about to be attacked by wild animals.Īll three of them certainly looked filthy and pretty disheveled. ing alone in a tent they’d pitched themselves. The three of them had been on an unsupervised, mini-expedition which had involved sleep. The boys got back to base camp in the middle of the afternoon.