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Steve and Luiz approached him. “Really, tonight it’s you boys turn
to have fun. I’m just going to supervise.” Each one took an arm. They pulled
him off the table and he made a feeble attempt to free himself, laughing and
protesting. They dragged him towards the other boys who, distracted from their
play, made a space for him on the shiny, slick mat.
Luiz and Steve held the S.M.’s hands behind his back while JR and Rick
held his feet so he couldn’t get away. Will ran to get the pan of oil, still
warming near the fire, and poured what was left over the S.M.’s shoulders and
down his back and chest. They they pushed him on to the mat and the boys
piled on to him, greasing him up and covering him with the oil and cum they
themselves were coated with. The Scout Master could hardly breathe, he was
almost suffocated by these hard young bodies slipping and rubbing and grinding
against him on all sides and all over him.
“Let’s show the S.M. our appreciation guys!”, shouted JR.
“Yeah!.. Yeah!” they all called enthusiastically.
One by one they attached themselves to the Scout Master. JR slid around
and worked his perpetually stiff meat into the Scout Master’s hairy ass. JR
had fond memories of those days last week when he and the Scout Master had
done this over and over again. What a great feeling it was. (JR had won the
fucking contest that they had the very first night in camp.) Luiz leaned
over and took the Scout Master’s huge cock into his mouth, sucking off the
pre-cum and at the same time jerking the slick shaft up and down violently
with his hand. (As best he could anyway, his hand wouldn’t go all the way
around it.) Ricky’s jiz tasted the best, there was no argument there, but
Luiz liked the Scout Master’s dick the best with it’s big fleshy head and
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Luiz, when he came back to his senses, decided his idea was a success.
The real test would be JR’s cock. He’d never seen it totally flacid. One night
he and Rick had tried to suck JR soft. JR had a couple of orgasms right off,
but they had to give up on him after an hour or two. His meat stayed stiff
no matter what they did. Luiz slid around through the heap, tickling whoever
he happened to encounter until he found a familiar hairy leg, the hairs all
plastered down by the oil. He followed the leg up until he encountered a
large, sumptuous, pair of balls and an extended but definitely soft dick.
The remaining bush was light brown and thin so it must be JR’s. In fact, the
shaved balls proved it was (Luiz had helped Will shave them one night.) So
his idea WAS a success. He was exhausted anyway and slid back down into the
pile. Come to think of it though, he hadn’t seen the Scout Master anywhere. In
fact, he didn’t remember seeing, feeling, or tasting the Scout Master at all
tonight. He tried to raise up to find the picnic table where he’d last seen
him sitting, but Will was feeling him out and massaging his meat and someone
else (Steve?) was running his leg over his chest. He moved the leg away
and succeeded in getting up on his knees. Before someone pulled him back into
the heap, he caught a glimpse of the Scout Master, his rock hard cock
towering up past his navel from between his strong, hairy thighs. But he
was just sitting back and enjoying the show.
Luiz lay back down and whispered into the nearest ear (it turned out
to be Steve’s). “Hey, we gotta get the S.M. in on this!”
“Yeah, where’s his moby dick been?”
“Let’s go get’im!”
Luiz and Steve extracted themselves from the tangle of greased flesh
and walked over towards the Scout Master. “I’m just going to watch tonight,”
he said smiling. All the boys loved the Scout Master. He was one in a million
to them. He was a hard, muscular guy with a smooth upper body and a military
style hair cut. (All the boys agreed he looked a lot like Marky Mark.) He had
only a little thin patch of hair between his well defined pectorals. Below the
waste he possessed an enormous cock, more than nine inches when fully hard.
(Last Tuesday night everybody had to get measured, soft and stiff both.) The
Scout Master was an avid nudist and so his body was a uniform brown. He was
good at just about all sports, knew all about nature and the environment, knew
how to carve things out of wood, in short, a real man’s man and the perfect
Scout Master. This troop thought he was anyway.

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“Let’s go!” he said. They all rushed together and collapsed on the mat,
five slick naked boys, grinding and rubbing against each other. In a few
minutes they had desolved into a mountain of heaving and grunting bodies. Some
of them were already ejaculating thick, wads of cum from slipping and slidding
their pricks against whatever they could find. Some made it feel good for
those grunting and groaning with pleasure while protecting their own cocks.
Then those that had lost their first load rubbed themselves against whatever
they could find that was still hard until warm stuff spurted out. They
continued oozing around against each other. Some boys stayed stiff after
cumming and were soon ready to shoot again. Others had to wait to harden back
up after ten or fifteen minutes, but were soon enjoying it once more. All of
the pleasure was given and received by the mutual slipping and sliding
together of their slick bodies. (Steve, however, succeeding in finding Will in
the mound of flesh, slid himself into his boyfriend and enjoyed himself for
awhile. A little later Will got the opportunity to return the fuck.) After
about an hour and a half and several pints of cream, they were reduced to a
heap of tired but satisfied boys, all tangled together and piled against one
another; shiny, slick, and slimy with oil and semen. Little white flecks of jiz
clung to their skin and hair. The mat was so slick they couldn’t have stood on
two legs if they tried.

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“Well Eagle Scouts, have you all had a good time these past two weeks?”
“Yeah!” they all yelled.
“Tonight’s our last night. Tomorrow it’s back to school or your summer
jobs and wearing those uncomfortable clothes.”
“Boooo!”
“Well, Luiz, the winner of today’s event, has thought up a special
treat for us to say goodbye to each other. You want to tell them Luiz?”
Luiz stood up and went over to the mess area. One of the large sauce
pans had been sitting near the fire to warm. He took off the lid and brought
it over to the group, walking carefully in his bare feet so as not to
spill anything.
“This is just to get things started,” he said. “Would everyone stand
up?”
The boys stood up in a row; five boys, five hard young bodies, five
unquenchable sexual appetites, and five erected cocks, ripe to bursting with
untold gallons of cream.
Luiz went from boy to boy and had them dip their hands in the warm
oil. Each smeared it on his neighbor’s back, chest, or legs. (They avoided
touching the other’s (or their own) cocks for fear of premature explosions.)
Luiz made the round several times until the pan was almost empty and
everyone’s naked body was shining and gleaming in the firelight. He put the
pan back near the fire.

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“Too bad. Guess I’ll have to take care of myself. Ok, go have a good
time with Rick.”
Luiz trotted off, his erect organ smacking against his stomach as he
ran into the woods to find Rick. There was no one in sight now. Oh well, the
Scout Master decided to save himself for tonight. Even though he himself was
only a few years older than they were, he wasn’t able to keep up with these
boys even as well as he could last year.

After the dinner things were cleared up and washed all the boys gathered
around the fire to hear what tonight’s treat was. Everyone was sporting an
iron-like erection in anticipation. They were chatting and giggling and
playing around with each other; not too seriously though lest they waste some
of their juice (though they all had plenty to spare). The Scout Master
went to his tent to get the gymnastics mat they had brought for their
evening’s entertainments. Steve helped him spread it out, then the Scout
Master sat on the picnic table to get everyone quiet and start the
proceedings.

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The boys struggled up out of the water, their bodies dripping and their
feet leaving wet prints all over the greyish brown wooden pier. They rubbed
their eyes and waited for the results to be announced.
“And the winner is…”. Being in the race, none of them knew who had
won. “Luiz Marcado! Congratulations Luiz!”. The other boys applauded, then
patted him on the back or smacked his butt.
“Ok boys. Free time until dinner.”
The Scout Master darted over to Luiz before he could follow the other
boys who were quickly dispersing into the woods or down the beach.
“So you get to choose the recreation for our last night. What’s your
pleasure?”
“I have some ideas but I’m not sure who might go along with it.” Luiz
looked down. He had beautiful, dark brown eyes and could sometimes be very
shy. He stared at the Scout Master’s bare feet.
“Well let’s hear your ideas. I’m sure no matter what it is I’ve heard
worse.”

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“Ok boys, in the water and on your mark.”
Five naked boys of various heights and hair colors, ranging in age from
18 to 21 dove off the pier and into the brown lake for the swimming match.
Their bodies varied in shade from red to brown from two weeks of camping
without clothes, two weeks totally bare out of doors. They had been laughing
and punching and wrestling while waiting for the whistle to blow for the
start. Now, in the water, they were quiet and intent, each thinking only of
winning this last important race. Their heads bobbed in the water.
“On your mark…”. Each stood back flat against the pier.
“Set..” They put out their arms.
“Go!” They all lurched out of the water and dove forward, their arms
and legs flapping with all the strength and energy their hard bodies could
muster. Their heads turned side to side and their compact little asses bobbed
up and down out of the water as they energetically swam the distance, kicked
off the wall twenty five yards away, and headed back the way they came. It was
a close race, but a darkly tanned Cuban boy named Luiz touched the rope in
his lane barely a second before the one favored to win, Steve, a tall, blonde,
muscular boy (and at 21, the oldest of the five). Third place was tied between
Will, the small, wiry, red head; and brown haired JR, the hairiest and
toughest of the bunch. (He had probably been hampered by his poor eye sight
since he had to wear glasses. It was well known that Will and Steve were
boyfriends and it was assumed that THEY would tie.) In fifth came Rick, the
most popular boy at camp. Rick was the smallest and youngest, but he had a
compact muscular body and an extremely sweet little dick nestled in a cute,
brown bush. Everyone agreed he had the best tasting gism.

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It’s been a long day. I’ve been at work since 8am, and here it’s the
middle of the afternoon and I still haven’t gotten the damn program
working yet. As I sit here staring at the screen, my attention is
suddenly diverted by someone walking around outside the window. Ah,
that’s right, it’s Wednesday, time for the weekly visit of the
gardening service.

I glance outside at the truck. Hm, it’s a different truck than usual.
There must be a new service this week. Then I get a look at the guy
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The cosy space under our blanket reeked of our sexual couplings:
we blotted ourselves with tissues which Lars produced. He wriggled
back into his jeans, I wriggled back into my clothes, while he went to
the loo to tidy himself up. he re-emerged looking immaculate (and
stunning). Breakfast was served, and there was little to say after
this amazing night of passion. Soon the aircraft landed, and we went
our separate ways – he had a connecting flight to catch to Sweden. A
quick handshake and a coy smile as we parted; “till next time!” I went
through immigration and customs in a post-coital daze. Sadly our paths
have not yet crossed again, and if they do, I wonder whether we would
ever achieve such ecstatic feelings as those of two strangers coming
together in such total uninhibited and lustful intimacy in such an im-
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We woke up pantless and trouserless still under our blanket. The
movie had finished, the aircraft was in darkness, we only took a few
minutes to arouse each other to another insatiable frenzy and I soon
had pumped yet another generous load of cum into his willing and
inviting hole. Not being satisfied with basic membership of the “Six
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I could hold back no longer and erupted into frenzied, deep, deep
wild spasms pumping and pumping what seemed like gallons of my juice
as deep into him as I could. As I felt my ejaculation erupting I
pumped at his rod. He shuddered and bucked and his internal muscles
rippled along me forcing out the last small jerks of spunk. We sub-
sided against each other quite breathless and trying not to pant loud
enough to attract attention. Our fuck had only taken ten minutes; I
glanced nervously over my shoulder and saw a steward’s head rapidly
disappear behind the galley curtain. Had he realised what we were up
to? No way of telling, but judging from the slightly awe-struck look
he gave us later, I suspected he had guessed! I wondered how often the
back seat of this cabin was consummated by new members of the “Six
Mile High” club and whether aircrew ever join this club for fun
(considering they have many more opportunities than even us frequent
business travellers). So thinking, I dozed off still clutching Lars
tight in my arms, my deflating cock lying stickily against his leg.

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He sighed and shuddered and his hips moved gently and rhythmi-
cally. The need to copulate quietly to avoid attracting attention was
not forgotten, despite our extreme passion. This need forced us to
perform using hard pressure and firm small movements; he thrust hard
against my equal and opposite series of nudges. My instincts desper-
ately wanted me to pump every last drop of my spunk into him as
quickly and violently as possible, but my intellect made me want to
prolong this ecstasy. The discipline of doing it slowly and quietly,
so as not to attract attention, made it easier to prolong the excruci-
ating pleasure without climaxing. Curiously I have always found that
the longer and steamier the foreplay the better I can hold on until
the crucial moment of a mutual climax. I was able to relax and savour
the exquisite pleasure of being coupled with my beautiful fellow trav-
eller. I forced my left hand between his waist and the seat until my
it could reach past his bush and grip his throbbing cock jutting out
like a red hot poker which I correctly guessed would fire his climax.
We were now locked together and so overcome with desperate excitement
that at that moment neither of us would have cared if all the passen-
gers and crew were watching, although we kept straining against each
other and moving slowly with great force to avoid attracting unwelcome
attention. I could feel his muscles pulling and rippling at my strain-
ing hunk of meat that I cruelly rammed into him with as much force as
I could manage. He had superb muscular co-ordination and was able to
achieve what few boys I have coupled with can do, to give a feeling of
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Lars unzipped his jeans and wriggled out of them, still under the
blankets. “Please..” he moaned – “please..” – I felt the same way. he
turned to face away from me, and firmly pressed his shapely bum
against my left thigh. Making sure the blanket was covering us well, I
twisted around until my throbbing tool was pressed up against the val-
ley between his buns; it was a similar position as if he was sitting
on my lap. I could probe his arse with my dick. He arched his back and
raised his right thigh and firmly holding the end of my pulsing penis,
he guided it into the mouth of his soft hole. I pushed hard so my cock
slid smoothly into his firm warm tunnel. I cupped both his breasts
with my hands and pulled him hard against me to penetrate as deep as
possible.

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His nipples strained against the thin material of his shirt. I un-
did his shirt to expose his chest under the blanket. I was then able
to lay across him and greedily suck the entire nipple of his left
breast into my mouth, with my head under the blanket in raunchily
smelling warm darkness. I tickled the nipple with the end of my
tongue, an action I have found to be appreciated by other boy friends,
and Lars was no exception! He cradled my head with one hand like a
baby held to his breast and gently stroked away at my straining cock
from its tip along its underside to my balls. He was clearly an accom-
plished lover. I moved my head to his lap and attempted to lick his
prick, but this was almost impossible in an aircraft seat, even though
he parted his legs as widely as the limited space would let him. I re-
member the overwhelming scent of excited male mixed with the smell of
his perfume, but could only nuzzle his fur and kiss the smooth inside
skin of his thighs.

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Lars re-emerged a few moments later, quicker than usual when peo-
ple use a loo, looking inscrutable. He grabbed a couple of BA blan-
kets, snuggled back against me and it was a matter of moments to cover
ourselves with the blanket. In the semi-darkness and in the back row,
we felt safe from prying eyes. My hand went back to where it had been,
to find just warm flesh and no underpants. I inserted a finger into
his warm and inviting hole. His hand was undoing my zip, under the
cover of the blanket; I undid my belt to help him. In a flash (so to
speak) my trousers and pants were round my ankles and he was holding
my throbbing prick like the gear level of a sports car – it nearly
made me change gear – into overdrive!

Face Fucking Lars, as always, was way ahead of me. He gave my cock a gentle
squeeze which nearly fired it off, and got up without a word and
strolled seemingly casually towards the loo at the front of the cabin.
I contemplated following him into it, having heard stories of people
having it away in railway carriage loos. But this always seemed to me
to demand contortionist skills, apart from being not exactly comfort-
able or aesthetic! Also, there was no doubt that the passengers watch-
ing the movie would have noticed me following a boy into the lav,
which on the top deck of a 747 is alongside the screen for the in-
flight movie, which was then in full flow. The thought of banging away
in that confined space and of re-emerging afterwards was too daunting,
even in my highly charged state!

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I wrapped my fingers
round his hard shaft, and gently massaged it; I then rolled his heavy
balls encased in their hot sac gently and firmly between my finger and
thumb. He clung to me more tightly, eyes closed, and his hips shud-
dered; he sighed again and we kissed passionately.

But it is one thing to snog, even as naughtily as this, in an air-
plane full of people but quite another to remove the garments neces-
sary to couple us in the way we were both obviously craving for and to
release our wild passion in the sexual frenzy we both felt. How could
we satisfy our enormous lusts? What with cabin crew wondering back-
wards and forwards behind us to and from the galley, we could not eas-
ily strip off and start humping without the risk of creating a sensa-
tion on board. I had visions of us being arrested for grossly indecent
behaviour in a Jumbo Jet! Could I somehow get my cock out and force
down his tight panties? But what position could we use? Nothing else
in the world now mattered except an overpowering urge to stuff my
straining rod into the depths of his warm, eager arse. But trivial
problems like tight jeans, trouser zips, stretched Y fronts and un-
yielding aircraft seats made this ambition hard to realise.