Afternoon Rest - Scout Milo Vol. 2
It was a beautiful start to the day. I wake with the sunrise whenever we are spending time at the campground. It's not really all that hard to do when I am becoming one with nature out here, not to mention there are no curtains or blinds to help block out the blinding rays that pierce through the tree canopy and even the tent canvas. There was something serene about waking before the rest of the camp. There was a distinct quiet and gentleness about the early hours of the morning. After taking in the moment, I started going about my usual scoutmaster duties, which included giving all the campers a wake-up call. Some people perked right up, others chose to linger in their sleeping bags, not wanting to step out of the warm cocoon they had made for themselves through the night. There was one individual that I was happy to see was awake. It was scout Milo, whom I had become closer to, after the boy had stumbled upon me and Scoutmaster Stone engaging in outdoor gay sex just off the forest’s hiking trail a few days ago. Scout Milo flashed that dazzling smile back at me upon my entering his tent and I could almost hear the boy purr under his breath when I curled up next to him on his cot. I don’t always get this intimate with the scouts I’m asked to watch over while on these sorts of trips, but I had experienced just how curious Milo was to enjoy another man’s body out in nature, and I was having one of those mornings myself. My tall frame hugged around his tiny stature almost perfectly, making me a very literal big spoon. With just a few kisses on his lips, I could feel the scout’s hands begin to move further south than they normally would. I followed in kind, of course, opening our shirts, while the clinking of our belt buckles chimed as we exposed ourselves to one another. I laid down flat on the mattress, my head resting on the pillow. Milo held eye contact with me as he moved closer towards my groin. Licking his lips in anticipation once my big cock burst out from my underwear. Without missing a beat the boy grabs hold of my hard shaft to steady it as he begins wrapping his mouth around it. The sound of the birds singing to one another permeated the space just outside our tent, casually reminding us of being neighbors with nature. Soon the tent is filled with moans however, when Milo throws his legs over my head to get into a 69 position. The scout is still bobbing up and down on my erection while I hold his hips to steady the twink as my tongue devours that beautiful brown ass. Both of us are so eager to get our first load of the day off that the wet, sexual sounds overpower the calls of nature from outside. Milo is so turned on that he rubs our cocks together, frotting at its finest. Both of our hard-ons encourage the other to stay rock hard. Not that either of us was struggling to stay aroused, as our desire for each other grew. As the smaller scout straddles his scoutmaster once again, I lined myself up to penetrate his tiny hole with my big cock. My long shaft disappears up inside the horny boy, with Milo’s own good-sized cock standing at full attention the entire time. At first, I offered up a few powerful thrusts on my manhood. His moans only got that much louder when we switched positions, I even had to go so far as to muffle his moans with my hand so that the other campers didn’t accidentally overhear just how much fun we were having.
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