It’s all gotten pretty intense with Trent since we’ve been out in Spain. We’ve been hooking up at least twice a day and we’re getting a bit careless. Yesterday, we started making out on a mountain ridge less than 400 yards from camp. I dunno why I didn’t hear Serg sneaking up on us. There was no chance of coming up with an innocent explanation for what was going on, but it instantly became apparent that the little pervert was spying on us and taking photos. So I told him: if he deleted the pictures, he could join us. I don’t know what was going on, but just as I started settling in for a top-notch threesome, I heard more footsteps in the underbrush behind me. It was Scoutmaster Wolf! He sauntered over, pretty god-damned nonchalantly, pulled Serg to his feet and casually undressed him. I had my dick inside Trent soon after and Legrand followed suit inside Serg. And then, there we were: two well-hung Scoutmasters brutally banging a pair of Scoutboys bareback, in a silent competition to see who could pound the hardest. We switched places. It was weird, yet hot to see Trent being skewered by Legrand’s enormous pole. I got off on the look of pure ecstasy on his boyish face. Legrand was soon gritting his teeth and banging like he was wielding a power tool. He let out a roar of pure lust as he emptied his balls deep inside Trent. The sight tipped me over the edge and I started hammering Serg, standing on tiptoes as I blasted my huge, forbidden load into his stomach.
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