Since the time they were younger scouts, Andre and Jason had enjoyed their time alone and away from the other boys. They would always volunteer to find the new trails and shortcuts ahead of the patrol.
It was exciting for Andre as these solitary explorations with Jason allowed a closeness he craved. A warmth and heat that was erotic being with his handsome boyfriend. He thought of Jason as his boyfriend, their friendship blossoming into a sexual longing typical of teens their age. It was only natural that being alone the two friends would find their friendship turning to a "bromance" - as brothers in a romantic friendship. Thinking of Jason like a brother also fired-up Andre's kinky feelings.
They weren't brothers, but as Andre warmed his buddy to feelings of sexiness, he would gently kiss Jason on the cheek, then nuzzle his neck while reaching for his friend's growing hard-on. In the heat of the young men's passions Andre would gently introduce the brother incest suggestion to their sexplay. Jason would either be too far into the eroticism or favor his boyhood buddy as being little harm to play the kinky game of brothers being sexual to each other.
Incest was exciting to Andre. He had yearned for a brother and when he and Jason grew closer, Andre's fantasy life grew more intense. The two would share everything as if brothers. With Jason fucking him and drawn in close, Andre would role-play, whispering that Daddy might catch his two strong masculine teenaged boys in wanton acts of homosexual incest. Jason would then fuck him harder and force his tongue between them in a french kiss.
Boys weren't supposed to kiss. They should not give into their secret and forbidden desires as the hard, lean teenage boys rubbed and sucked each other's penis. They would solemnly try to hold to their vow of chastity. But alone on patrol, the feelings were too intense; their sex felt too right, feeling too good. Jason's strafing of his lover's prostate hit the button that would make Andre start to cum and cry out to his lover-brother.
Alone in the darkness and solitude of the wilderness, but huddled in a passionate embrace of intimacy, a quarter-mile away from anyone,they would howl as their cocks erupted with pleasure. "OOOOOOhhhhhhhh....FUCK ME....fuck me 'bro....I'm CUMMMMMMMING...!!!!"
Their patrol back at camp was listening, each teenboy wrapped naked in his sleeping bag with a chosen buddy, knowing their patrol leaders had discovered a new pathway to homosexual lust.
Since the time they were younger scouts, Andre and Jason had enjoyed their time alone and away from the other boys. They would always volunteer to find the new trails and shortcuts ahead of the patrol.
ReplyDeleteIt was exciting for Andre as these solitary explorations with Jason allowed a closeness he craved. A warmth and heat that was erotic being with his handsome boyfriend. He thought of Jason as his boyfriend, their friendship blossoming into a sexual longing typical of teens their age. It was only natural that being alone the two friends would find their friendship turning to a "bromance" - as brothers in a romantic friendship. Thinking of Jason like a brother also fired-up Andre's kinky feelings.
They weren't brothers, but as Andre warmed his buddy to feelings of sexiness, he would gently kiss Jason on the cheek, then nuzzle his neck while reaching for his friend's growing hard-on. In the heat of the young men's passions Andre would gently introduce the brother incest suggestion to their sexplay. Jason would either be too far into the eroticism or favor his boyhood buddy as being little harm to play the kinky game of brothers being sexual to each other.
Incest was exciting to Andre. He had yearned for a brother and when he and Jason grew closer, Andre's fantasy life grew more intense. The two would share everything as if brothers. With Jason fucking him and drawn in close, Andre would role-play, whispering that Daddy might catch his two strong masculine teenaged boys in wanton acts of homosexual incest. Jason would then fuck him harder and force his tongue between them in a french kiss.
Boys weren't supposed to kiss. They should not give into their secret and forbidden desires as the hard, lean teenage boys rubbed and sucked each other's penis. They would solemnly try to hold to their vow of chastity. But alone on patrol, the feelings were too intense; their sex felt too right, feeling too good. Jason's strafing of his lover's prostate hit the button that would make Andre start to cum and cry out to his lover-brother.
Alone in the darkness and solitude of the wilderness, but huddled in a passionate embrace of intimacy, a quarter-mile away from anyone,they would howl as their cocks erupted with pleasure. "OOOOOOhhhhhhhh....FUCK ME....fuck me 'bro....I'm CUMMMMMMMING...!!!!"
Their patrol back at camp was listening, each teenboy wrapped naked in his sleeping bag with a chosen buddy, knowing their patrol leaders had discovered a new pathway to homosexual lust.