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
3/4 inch cumslit and never ending fountain of cream.