Date: Fri, 1 Dec 2023 18:22:24 +0000 (UTC) From: Harry Broom Subject: Scout jackpot gay/camping Important note This a story of gay fiction for a mature audience. It contains consenting sex between men. If this offends you, leave or is illegal where you live, leave now. If you enjoy the stories on the site, donate to Nifty to keep the site going. Becoming a monk is not an easy journey and being faithful to the Rule and living a pure life can be a challenge. Scout jackpot The Cedarberg mountains rise majestically above the vineyards and citrus groves of the Oliphants River valley. The 100-km-long mountain range is richly coloured by iron oxides and changes colours in the sun. The sandstone rock has eroded into unusual shapes such as the well-known Wolfberg Arch, Stadstad caves and the dramatic Maltese Cross. Most of the mountains form part of the Cedarberg Wilderness Reserve and are one of the most pristine areas of South Africa. The mountain trails go through fynbos and past unusual rock formations, and it's where you will find the rare Snow Protea and Clanwilliam pincushion. A fifty-strong international group of Eagle, Queens, Springbok, and top-ranked scouts gathered in this unique setting for an international jamboree. There was a buzz in the air as we gathered in the hall of the youth hostel in the Cederberg. The newly constructed youth camp had a wonderful multi-purpose hall with a high roof, and we left our rucksacks and baggage in one corner of the hall. The log buildings blended in beautifully with the surrounding forests. We were all paired off with scouts from other countries. I was matched with Michele from Montreal, a tall black-haired eighteen-year-old. He wore tight-fitting khaki shorts and a shirt decorated with badges; he also wore his scarf. He had blue eyes and it looked like he was struggling with the heat. We were given our room keys and our room numbers. The room was quite luxurious by scout standards and even had its shower and toilet. I dumped my stuff on one bed and unpacked. Michele, who had a heavy French accent, dropped onto the bed and lay on his back, he was exhausted and was getting used to the heat. I opened the windows, but that didn't help much and let more hot air in. After about ten minutes we headed off for a swim. He slipped on his speedo, and I got a glimpse of his flaccid uncut cock. The cool pool was just what we needed, and it was good to meet the other scouts goofing around in the pool. We showered before supper which was in an open dining area under canvas. There weren't any activities organised that night because everyone was tired. Michele and I returned to our room and lay on the bed in our underwear chatting. Fortunately, there was a cool breeze blowing. I got up and switched the lights off, and Michele asked me to lie down and wank with him. I thought that that was a bit forward but jumped at the idea. "I'd love to", I replied and joined him on his bed. We lay wanking together and he leaned over and began to wank me. I reciprocated and enjoyed the feeling of his thick cock in my hand. He moaned slightly and then leaned over and gave me a deep kiss. Next thing his mouth was down near my cock and he was licking my head. Soon he had my entire cock in his mouth and made me feel incredible. I pushed him off me before I came and I went down to taste his cock. He was rock hard and the veins around his shaft were visible. Michele groaned with pleasure and shot off within minutes, and I enjoyed the taste of his Canadian cum. He moved down and sucked me until I came in his mouth. He was an expert and I assumed that this expertise had been gained on many scout camps. "Thanks, Tom, you can see I'm an experienced scout. I'm so glad that we have been able to deepen international relations" he giggled. I returned to my bed and slept like a log. The next day we were up early and showered together – to save water! We had an early lecture from a rock art expert and then set out on the famous Sevilla rock art trail. This 5 km trail winds along the Brandewyn River and passes nine sites of rock art paintings, left behind by the San people, who inhabited the area for thousands of years. According to the expert the trail offered some of the finest examples of rock art in the district and a glimpse into the world of these early inhabitants. The trail was easy to walk, and the atmosphere was inspiring in summer, the wildflowers were a bonus. We didn't see much wildlife, but we were told that in addition to the springbok and eland we did see, small game, dassies and baboons could also be seen. The heat built up quickly and we were taken to the Algeria State Forest to swim in the crystal clear rockpools. This was a treat and because we were a mixed group, we all kept our bathing suits on. It was incredible to swim with schools of mountain fish and to be able to see them so clearly. I was very pleased to have been given such an opportunity. That evening we were required to change roommates again to "facilitate international exchange." Tavish, a young man from Sri Lanka joined me. He was under six feet tall with black hair and brown eyes. He was good-looking and some might say that he had just walked out of a Bollywood movie. He was a little quiet to start with, but and soon warmed up. He told me about Sri Lanka and the school he had attended. We took our towels to the pool to cool down. After supper, conservation officials spoke about the biodiversity of the area, they went on and on and it was a case of death by PowerPoint. I fell asleep and Tavish had to wake me. We got to our room at about ten. Tavish was sporting a serious boner, which could be seen in his shorts. He turned away from me and changed into his sleep shorts which made it even more obvious. My cock responded and I was hard too. "Tavish, can I help you out with that boner" I asked, trying to break the ice. "That would be super," he said and moved closer to me. I removed his sleep shorts and began to suck his beautiful seven-inch cock. He rested his hands on my head and groaned with pleasure. His cock tasted slightly different from the others I had sucked. I reached my hands around and squeezed his butt cheeks. He asked me to fuck him. I used some Vaseline to lube my cock and his hole. He liked lying on his stomach, and I massaged his hole. I penetrated his hole easily and I moved in and out. He knew how to use his arse muscles and it felt good on my cock. He squirmed with pleasure when my cock hit his prostate. I came quickly, and he came quickly too. We lay on my bed for a while kissing, and he snuggled into my body and asked if he could sleep with me for the night. We were up early and shared the shower to save water. Tavish was an experienced Rover scout. That day someone from the business school spoke on team building and motivating teams. We were taken back to the State Forest and divided into ten groups and given the instructions for a timed hike. It was a lot of fun and the climb was challenging. The views from the mountain slopes were spectacular. We were perspiring like mad and enjoyed another swim at the rock pools that day. That afternoon we swapped partners again. I introduced myself to Ariel who was from Tel Aviv. He had dark brown longish hair, and brown eyes and was about 5' 8'. His body was well-developed from years of gymnastics. His tight khaki showed off his dick. Ariel was very attractive and had a very engaging personality. As soon as he had put his luggage down in the room, he suggested that we take a cold shower together to cool down. We stripped down, both of us sporting erections. He grabbed my cock and led me to the shower. We got under the strong cold jet and soaped each other while he kissed me and felt all over my body. His hands moved in places that no one else had ever explored. He had a finger up my arse massaging my prostate. Next thing I was shooting my cum against the shower door. I went down and sucked his cut cock, he was very randy and came into my mouth, and his cum was very tasty. We were on kitchen duty and made our way to take up our tasks. We also had to tidy up after supper. That night a community leader shared traditional tales around the fire. Ariel and I couldn't wait to get back to our room. He embraced me as soon as I closed the door and began kissing me deeply. We removed our T-shirts and I enjoyed feeling his, muscular chest against mine. He gripped my arse and squeezed. He moved his hand onto my cock and began wanking. He moved towards his bed and pushed me onto the bed. He pulled off my shorts and sucked my cock. His tongue played around my head, and he got his tongue under my foreskin. It felt super and I could have easily ejaculated then. I rolled over and was above Ariel. I kissed him, licked his nipples, and moved down to suck his very stiff cock. Ariel came very quickly and then sucked me off. The next day we cleaned the camp and packed. We headed to a coastal camp where we would be introduced to desert survival techniques, and I hoped that our international understanding would be deepened (excuse the pun).