Date: Mon, 4 Dec 2023 18:56:30 +0000 (UTC) From: Harry Broom Subject: Scout Jackpot 2 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. Scout Jackpot 2 Temperatures on the West Coast were just too high for camping and the committee decided to change the venue at the last minute. There was a campsite in the Montagu area in the Western Cape that could accommodate the Scout group. A bonus was that it was near some hot Springs and that there were some challenging hikes in the area. Montagu is about 180 kilometres from Cape Town in the Western Little Karoo and is situated at the confluence of the Keisie and Kinga rivers. Montagu is also an agricultural centre, where orchards and vineyards are grown. The farming area, 'Koo', lies north of the town and is famous for the quality of its apples, pears, apricots, and peaches. We arrived just before lunch. We were asked to divide ourselves into groups of three. Ariel and Michele found me quickly and we grabbed a tent. We found a good camping spot under some trees on the edge of the campsite, not too far from the communal bathrooms. Two female groups set up their tent next to ours. The temperatures were sky high and after a cold lunch, we swam in a small pool to cool off. It was fun goofing off in the pool and I got to touch both Ariel and Michele. It was a pity that Tavish couldn't be in our group too. Once it was cooler the camp director allowed us to walk down to town to explore this quaint historic village, and we headed straight to a store to buy some ice-cold Cokes. Our group was on supper duty and prepared a barbecue for the group. We also made some salads and got fresh bread rolls from the bakery. After talking around the fire, we headed off to the tent. Michele and I took our towels and headed off behind the ablution block. It was very dark and the moon wasn't out. Michele wasted no time and groped the front of my shorts to get to my swelling shaft. He took my cock and knelt on the floor so that he could slip the head between his lips. I groaned as he skilfully slipped the foreskin back with his lips and used his tongue to tease me. I reached behind his head urging him to swallow more. He needed no invitation, and he slurped up and down my rock-hard shaft and played with my balls. Gradually we developed a steady back-and-forth rhythm. Michele used his tongue to tease and lick the length as it slid towards his throat and back until just the tip was between his lips. I knew I needed to be quiet but at times I couldn't help myself. Michele was very good at this and knew how to pleasure someone. Looking up from his knees, Michele locked eyes with me and I communicated how close I was. Anticipating my climax, he increased his teasing and ran his tongue around the head and piss-slit which was widening in preparation to fill his mouth. My breathing became increasingly heavy and I let out a short gasp as my shaft throbbed and I fired several volleys of cum into his mouth. Michele was vigorously wanking his cock and reached down and replaced his hand with mine, just as he started to shoot. We didn't do much in the tent that night, as It was too hot, and our tent was just very close to the other tents. Ariel, Michele, and I kissed and quietly wanked each other. The next morning, we hiked up the folded mountains which are geologically very interesting. A geologist from the area joined our group and pointed some of the features out. He told us that Kogmanskloof Gorge is almost entirely incised within the intensely folded sandstone of the Table Mountain group. He also told us that the formations in the Kogmanskloof were deposited, folded, and faulted over 500 million years ago. The geologist was very knowledgeable, and in cooler conditions, I'm sure we eighteen- to nineteen-year-olds would have shown more interest. We just couldn't wait to get back to the swimming pool. In the evening we were taken to the hot springs, where we were all given tokens and allowed to buy our supper at the restaurant. Later that evening Ariel, Michele and I found a wooden storeroom that could lock with pool chair mattresses in. It was an ideal place for us to deepen our international understanding. In less than a minute all three of us were naked and Ariel was happily being sucked by Michele who was, in turn being rimmed by me. Michele ran his tongue around the head of Ariel's piss slit and brought a moan of pleasure which in turn was matched by the response. It was not long before I thought Ariel was ready and invited Michele to change places. Michele moved in behind Ariel and nudged the exposed head of his cock into the randy scout's hole. I moved around and sucked Ariel's cock, I swallowed his cock and bathed it in saliva and pre-cum. Michele moved in and out of Ariel's arse, and his prick advanced deeper inside the chute, the Jewish scout shuddered as his prostate was stimulated. Soon we had developed a steady rhythm. Ariel began to feel his balls tighten and he groaned as he realised that he would soon be shooting his jizz into my throat. I could feel his cock begin to swell and I furiously teased the widening piss-slit with my tongue. Ariel's arse muscles tightened on Michele's cock and the Canadian scout emptied his balls deep inside him. In all the excitement I shot wads of spunk onto my hand. Ariel's cock had softened and slipped out of my mouth. I licked the cum from my hand and offered some to Ariel and Michele. We moved back into the heated pool, cleaned off, and goofed around. We walked back to the campsite and felt a breeze coming up. The night sky was spectacular with no moon out. The northern hemisphere scouts saw constellations that looked different. It was our last night together and we did want to deepen international relations. I was busy sucking Michele's cock when we were interrupted by screams for help. We put on our T-shirts and shorts and rushed towards the screams. Tavish hadn't taken his diabetic medication and had gone into a coma. The camp director was on the scene and called 911 who responded quickly. Fortunately, there was a retired specialist in town who was called to assist the casualty doctor. Tavish was stabilized and admitted. The incident put a damper on things, and we went straight to sleep. After breakfast, we packed our equipment on the tour bus. Tavish had to stay in hospital for another day and a scout official agreed to remain with him. Ariel's flight had been cancelled and my parents agreed that he could spend the night with our family. We weren't too far from Cape Town airport, and I was thrilled to have another night with Ariel. My parents decided to give us a treat and took us all out to dinner at a local wine farm. The food was fantastic, and we enjoyed the wine on offer. After two glasses of wine, I was feeling very relaxed, and Ariel had his hand on my cock under the table. I can swear that the way he was rubbing me I could have ejaculated there, but I pushed his hand away just in time. I made up the spare bed in my room when we got home, but I knew that no one would be sleeping in it. Ariel showered while I did this. I was blown over again when I saw him enter the room and drop his towel. His flaccid circumcised cock was so well proportioned with his gymnastics-shaped body. My sock grew hard in my shorts, and I couldn't wait to feel his body next to mine. I switched off the lights and Ariel climbed into bed with me, I made sure that the lube was on the bedside table. We kissed and I rubbed his chest. We were both naked and I could feel his hard cock against mine. He took both our cocks in his hand and wanked them together. I went down and sucked him, and we were soon into a 69 position. Ariel knew how to suck cock and he seemed to know how to play with a foreskin. I played with his balls and teased his cock, next thing we were both eating each other's cum. We lay naked next to each other whispering. We didn't know much about each other, and we spoke about our plans for the next year. I was off to university and he was going to do his national service in the Israeli Defence Force. I realised then that we came from two very different worlds. Scouting had brought us together and our shared homosexual activities had deepened our understanding. As I lay with Ariel, I wondered just how much in common we had. I was a gay boy from Cape Town, a new graduate of the famous Bishops College and he was a gay boy from Tel Aviv. I did like him, he was confident, funny, and quite insightful, and I loved the sparkle in his eye. We were both erect again.