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Scout Jackpot 4
Here's another story, and remember they aren't all true. I am Thomas Witherspoon I started in Cubs and eventually ended up as a Springbok Scout. Adventure and camping attracted me to Scouts.
We were at an adventure camp in the Drakensberg. It was a great setting near a waterfall not too far from the Monks Cowl Reserve, and Cathkin Peak was visible. We arrived after lunch set up our tents and were taken to the obstacle course. We were divided into eight groups of six and we had to give ourselves team names based on the animals in the area. We called ourselves the Brave Baboons and tackled the obstacles with great gusto. That night the Dextrous Duikers were on cooking duty and had to get the meat onto the barbeque. The salads and bread rolls were prepared by the camp.
We only got to eat at eight and we were all starving by then. The scoutmasters sent us to shower before we were allowed to go to our tents. Bummer, Matt and I had to share with another person. Carlo was an Italian boy who had just joined a troop in Pretoria. Hiis dad worked at the embassy. At first he came across as being very shy, and Matt and I tried to make him feel at home. I was exhausted on the first night and fell asleep very quickly. I was woken up at around midnight with Matt wanking my dick which was hard as hell. At first, I thought I was dreaming but he was very real, as he wanked me vigorously and I shot my load on my sleeping bag. Matt leaned over and whispered in my ear:
"Now me".
I returned the favour, careful to keep the noise down not wake Carlo.
I went straight back to sleep, and I am sure that I dreamt about Matt. The next morning, we were up early and showered before breakfast. Carlo joined us in the shower. He had brown eyes and beautiful long brown hair. His dick was impressive, and he had a thick bush of black pubic hair, and I thought about how nice it would be to get a closer look.
After breakfast, we were given maps and had to follow a route and collect tokens at different points. Carlo and I hiked together some of the way and spoke a lot. He told me about his time in Italy and his experience with scouts there. He also told me that he heard and saw what Matt and I were doing the night before and wanted to be part of it.
The trail system wasn't that easy to navigate. We went up many valleys, followed contour paths and crossed several small streams, and it took us about six hours to complete the circuit. In the afternoon we were encouraged to go swimming at the base of the Sterkspruit waterfall. The water was icy cold, but it was all a lot of fun. Most of us swam in swimming costumes, but some guys swam in their underwear. Carlo was a year older than Matt and me and was almost six feet tall. He had been through a growth spurt and his body was far more muscular than ours and more developed. His cock was semi-hard when I looked, and he was so much bigger than Matt.
Afterward, some of the boys took their shorts off as well as their underwear. I watched Carlo as he pulled off his undies. There he was in all his glory. I gulped at the sight of his semi-hard cock which was rising above his taut ball sack. His cock bounced around as he dried his arse, legs and body. My dick got harder.
We had another barbeque for supper, and the Brave Baboons were on the roster to clean up afterward. There were after-supper campfire songs and hot chocolate before we were sent off to shower and then to bed. I told Matt that Carlo had seen and heard us the previous the night before and that he wanted to join us. Matt was thrilled.
I made my bed between Matt and Carlo and then we stripped naked and spent a few moments admiring the qualities of each other's erect cocks in the dim light. Carlo's cock was certainly the biggest and he kissed me and Matt and told us how he had looked forward to some fun. Carlo had fooled around in Italy with guys but hadn't done anything in South Africa yet. He went down and sucked my cock first and then switched to Matt. He was good at it and knew how to do it well, but I did have to get him to be a bit quieter.
I couldn't wait to get his fat bulbous head into my mouth. He tasted good and was oozing loads of precum. Matt had my cock in his mouth, and I was so worked up I could have shot then. Carlo was a good kisser, and he took turns to kiss Matt and me. Carlo organsied us into a daisy chain and we all sucked each other happily `til we came. Carlo shot off a huge load and I swallowed it. It tasted slightly different from Matt's maybe just a little sweeter, but most of all I enjoyed feeling his cock against my back as I fell asleep.
After another tough day filled with activities, we were back in the tent. Outside the cicada beetles hummed away under the starlight canopy. We were all in our birthday suits and Carlo wanted us to try the poppers that he brought with him. Matt and I were a little nervous, but we were keen to try. My body became more sensitive to touch and very sensual and I was very aware of the now and my hearing even seemed sharper. Matt giggled as Carlo rubbed his bare chest and stomach, and I covered his mouth to keep him quiet. Carlo moved down my body kissing and licking parts that had never been explored before.
Carlo worked his fingers into my hole and it felt marvelous, while Matt sucked my nipples. It was not long before Carlo was trying to insert his cock into my hole. He pressed his pre-cum-lubricated cock into me. I felt my muscles relax as he entered me, and he began to push back and forth. Matt waited a few moments and then he guided his fat spongy and bulbous head towards Carlos' waiting hole. Once inside, Matt paused and gave Carlo time to adjust before continuing. When Matt was comfortably embedded in him, we moved together. Slowly at first, we were all making satisfying quiet noises of pleasure and pain before we shot our loads.
We were taken ziplining on the final day of the camp. It was a commercial operation, and we were provided with a safety briefing and kitted out with helmets, harnesses, and other safety equipment. Matt, Carlo and I made sure we were in the same group, and I helped Carlo get his harness on. This gave me a chance to handle his other equipment as well, and when I stood up after helping him, he squeezed my arse. We joined each other in the bathroom, and I did not waste any time. I got down on my knees and took his semi-hard cock into my mouth. I very gently massaged his balls with one of my hands and he quickly turned fully hard. I started to actively work his shaft. I knew from previous experience that once Carlo was turned on, it would not take him long to fill my mouth.
I went ahead of Carlo on the ziplines and managed to get some excellent photos of him zooming towards me. I also got some great photos of Matt who was just behind Carlo. Matt was also overwhelmed by this Italian boy, and like me looked for opportunities on the launching platforms to touch him (unobtrusively of course).
On our last afternoon, we went swimming under the waterfall again. Only a few of us wanted to swim, and in the end, only Matt, Carlo, and I stayed behind to swim. We told the scoutmaster we would be back shortly, and we took the opportunity to skinny dip.
We had raging hard-ons, and it was great seeing each other's bodies in daylight. Carlo sucked my top lip as I stroked his hair and then hugged him to me. I kissed his thick lips and my tongue slipped into his hot, wet, sweet mouth. We sucked on each other's tongues, and our hands ran over each other's backs and bums. I took his cock in my hand and started to slowly wank him and play with his balls and nipples. He purred away as his eyes closed and his head rocked from side to side. Matt kept a lookout for any people approaching.
I in turn kept watch while Matt and Carlo kissed under the spraying water. They had each other's cocks and wanked away. I noticed how expertly Carlo handled Matt and how he seemed to tease him with his tongue. Matt and Carlo shot their cum onto each other, and then they washed themselves in the spray of the waterfall.
We didn't know that one of the scoutmasters was hiding in the bushes watching us. That evening Mr Hardman stood near me in the supper queue and asked:
"Did you boys have fun under the waterfall this afternoon?"
I asked him what he saw, and he replied:
"Enough," and he squeezed my cock. I could feel my face turning red.
At the table that night I told Matt and Carlo that Hardman had watched us at the waterfall that afternoon and that he wanted to know if we had fun. Carlo joked that he just might be jealous. Matt was a little worried and I assured him that he was unlikely to say anything, and that we would have to probably repay the favour someday.
I didn't felt sick after supper and went to bed early, I woke up when Carlo and Matt came back to the tent. Carlo admired Matt's long thin, uncut cock and I heard him say how he liked his head exposed with foreskin rolled right back. I heard them talking about the pre-cum and I heard Matt groan with pleasure as Carlo proceeded to run his hands down his shaft and play with his balls. Without much hesitation the two had begun to wank each other varying their speed in the way they might have done had they just been working on their own. Matt was so excited by the physical contact, he said he was soon ready to cum and happily sprayed his juices all over Carlo who unleashed his cum a few moments later. I was hard listening to them licking each other's spunk up.
We never saw the enigmatic Carlo again after that camp. I still wonder what he's up to, and who's reaping the benefits of that snake-like cock now. Even as an older man, I'm sure he's continentally handsome. I still regularly wank, thinking of being ploughed by Carlo so many years ago.