The Dark Side

In the dim glow of the campfire, Scout Tommy Brandt drops to his knees first, his lips parting to envelop Jeremy Jordan's throbbing cock. He sucks with eager rhythm, tongue swirling around the swollen head, drawing low moans from Jeremy's throat. The others watch, hands stroking their own hardening lengths—Jacob Hall, Josh Harting, Brendan Falke—each pulse of anticipation thickening the air. Jeremy's turn comes swift; he bends Tommy over a log, spits into his palm, and thrusts deep into that tight ass, pounding with merit-badge fervor. They rotate like a well-drilled patrol: Jacob's mouth claims Josh's shaft next, slurping greedily while Brendan lines up behind Jeremy, slamming home with a grunt that echoes through the trees. Asses clench and release, cocks glisten with spit and pre-cum, bodies slick with sweat as they trade positions—ploughing, sucking, chasing those elusive badges in a frenzy of flesh and firelight.