Genres: Smooth ,Muscle ,Bareback ,Size Difference
Video language: English

I think I’ve been a Scoutmaster for way likewise lengthy. When I started out, I was energetic and enthusiastic about what I was doing. I could watch the difference I was making as I lazily turned those unruly lads into good, smart juvenile men.In fresh years, however, I’ve discovered myself becoming a lot greater quantity jaded. It feels like I’ve lost my mojo. I just don’t quite appear to be to have the same level of drive any greater quantity. The brave fresh world we’ve all been coercive into hasn’t exactly helped—being a Scoutmaster has suddenly become greater amount about filling in health and safety forms than it is about inspiring youthful minds. And to add to the problem, the fresh recruits appear to be so much greater quantity fragile than they used to be. I was seriously considering throwing in the towel…Then, this lad ...Then, this lad turned up and anything changed. Maxwell was a quiet kid who didn’t appear to be to quite fit in. To start with, I thought this guy was going to be one of the flaky ones who spends the 1st night in a flood of tears, feeling homesick, in advance of getting shipped off back into the bosom of his overbearing mother!But, as I sluggishly got to know him, I realized that this guy had a steeliness about him, a determination. The greater amount I studied him, the greater amount this chab intrigued me, and then that intrigue morphed into want. Before I knew it, I’d forgotten all my previous woes about being a Scoutmaster. In fact, I couldn’t expect to acquire to the campouts.I flirted outrageously with Maxwell. I couldn’t assist myself. And when these lengthy, lingering, lust-filled glances started heading my way, I knew I had to have him.I drilled him in my tent whilst the others were out hiking. I poked my large, raw, rock-hard cock unfathomable inside his taut a-hole and the chap took it like a true pro.I have wanted a second helping ever since, but it’s hard to separate a lad out on his own out of arousing suspicion, even though I know half of the other Scoutmasters are playing similar games.Months after our 1st collision, and a entire heap of loaded looks later, I lastly got some alone time with him. We took the boyz on a hike and the inexperienced fool left his compass back at the camp. Of course, this chab could have managed out of one and I could have lent him mine, but I seized the opportunity and said him he’d need to head back to camp to retrieve it and faked annoyance that I’d have to accompany him.The pont of time we were alone, I felt each final drop of blood in my body rushing to my ramrod. The sight of him in his taut little uniform—his tiny body and peachy gazoo pressed into the soft fabric of his shirt and shorts—instantly drove me wild.Of course, a bit of hawt man-to-man chatter instantly had Maxwell tenting like insane, and this chab couldn’t resist the overwhelming urge to receive his hands down the front of his shorts. He was pretty soon feeling himself up, nervously looking around to check there was no one hanging around in the trees. I’d deliberately walked us in the complete contradictory direction to the others, so I was gratified that it was solely the whistling birds and the rustling wind that’d be able to witness what we were about to do.I cupped the bulge in my panties with my hand and subtly traced it is outline with my fingers, fixing him with a look which said him the time had come. He reached out to touch it, his hand shaking with passion and nervousness. As this chab rubbed his hand over my bulge, a series of messy thoughts started to rush throughout my mind, the 1st of which was wondering if my large ramrod was really thicker than his overly-slim wrist. I’m not going to lie, the fact that I’m a foot taller than him and probably about twice his weight has been a constant turn on for me. It opens up so many possibilities. Watching him not fast and trustingly submissive to my wildly superior strength was thrilling beyond words.We ran our hands over every other’s bodies for the longest time, then I lazily unzipped my panties and allowed my thick, swollen ramrod to spring out into the open air. In no time at all, I had his shirt off, exposing that gorgeous, bald chest to the spring breeze. I then unzipped his shorts and brushed his hands aside to let him know I was now totally in control.I was surprised—and pleased—to find that this guy was wearing a jockstrap which framed his cute little gazoo like a admirable work of art. I shoved the ramrod down at the front and his rock-hard 10-pounder jumped out into the open.I unzipped my shirt so that this guy could fully appreciate the difference in our sizes. I work out fairly relentlessly; my torso is about as well-sculpted as it’s ever been. I could watch him hungrily looking at it, drinking it in, plainly aware that we were going to be taking it all the way—right there on the forest floor.I removed a blanket from my backpack and draped it onto the tree branch next to me. The branch appeared to be to be conveniently growing at an angle which would allow Maxwell to lie on it during the time that presenting his gazoo to me; even Nature contorted to make this happen for us. I could, of course, have spent a lifetime tonguing inside his aperture, gently lubing him up and preparing him for the ride, but to be honest, the horniness of the situation got the more excellent of me, and a quick spit on my pecker combined with all my pre-cum was all this guy got in advance of I edged my large, thick, dad weenie into him.It slid in out of also much trouble. It was clearly a little uncomfortable for the chap, but this guy bravely allowed me to proceed, groaning and moaning gently to himself. I’d forgotten quite how constricted his aperture was. I casually poked his head down onto the tree branch and poked my hand over his whimpering face hole, so that guy knew to remain as quiet as this guy could.I could hear his rock-hard rod riding the coarse woolen fabric of the blanket, surely bringing a entire fresh sensory experience to his meeting. I repositioned myself slightly so that we were one as well as the other standing astride over the tree branch and this gave me the complete physical control I needed to fuck the guy as hard as I wanted. And chap did I wish to fuck him hard!He took it like a trooper, and moments later, when I truly picked him up to proceed to team fuck him, I think this guy was surprised and said me it had gotten to be likewise much!I pulled out and then balanced him on the tree branch on his back so that I could plow him from the front. I watched his pecker twitching in advance of turning my attention to his lovely little face, which was etched with bravery and a want to please me.He was as malleable as a rag doll. I got so turned on picking him up and repeatedly repositioning him in order to receive the consummate angle for my now-bristling dick.A quick tweak of my nipps and I felt the sex cream beginning to rise in my balls. Seconds later, I was engulfed by that old, familiar tingling sensation. I pulled out as the shards of watery goo started to fly out of the tip of my schlong. I probably squirted a hardly any blasts inside him cuz I was in full flow by the time I saw the head! I slid my soaked tip over his cum-covered back in advance of poking it back into him as I not fast started to come down.This rencounter had been a lengthy time in the making and was well worth the wait—but there was no way I was going to leave it as lengthy once more previous to the next installment. In fact, it was possible that I’d be up for one more round previous to we discovered the others… Now, where did I put his compass?

Format: mp4
Duration: 19:57
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 9916kbps
Audio: 124kbps

File size: 1.4 GB