Author's note
: I accidentally mixed up 'Sam' and 'Dan' in the first two parts. Please use the names interchangeably and enjoy this steamy scout story!
On the second morning of the Scout conclave Dan started up with his shenanigans again. I knew he wouldn't last more than a couple days without causing any mischief, and Now that Greg was here I knew he would pull something big.
It was about as immature as you could possibly get, but it was a hilarious prank that certain to get a big reaction. As soon as the troop finished singing the national anthem, I saw Dan lean over and whisper something into Greg's ear.
"Penis" Greg whispered loud enough for just about everyone in line to hear.
I knew where this was going, and I knew it wouldn't end well. But I didn't want to ruin it. It was the classic 'penis' game. The game was pretty simple, and stupid as hell. Well, at least I thought so but I didn't want to ruin a good time.
"Penis" I whispered just a little bit louder.
It was Dan's turn again, and he said it just a little bit louder. Three of us starting saying it louder and louder, and the whispering quickly turned to us screaming the word 'Penis'. I was definitely loud enough that the parent volunteer took notice, and looked over in Scoutmaster Pete's direction. The rest of the line starting following us, and the game quickly turned into people just shouting the word 'penis' over each other. Unfortunately for us, the troop in the line next to us started to play the game. They knew the game, and they knew it well. Scoutmaster Pete was clearly not amused, and his face was beet red. He looked like he was going to kill someone if it kept going. The noise had finally simmered down, but not willing to give up Dan had to do it one last time.
"PENIS...!" Greg yelled it so loud that it echoed across the quiet auditorium.
Every single scout in the auditorium burst into uncontrollable laughter. Some of them were laughing so hard that they fell out of line. Scoutmaster Pete had completely lost control of his adult leaders, and it was now clear who was responsible.
He stomped his hiking boot hard on the auditorium floor, and pointed at the three of us. We quickly stood up straight, and did our best not to laugh again. Dan was really trying hard, so hard that his face was purple and a tear ran down the dimple on his left cheek. We were so done for, and our parents were for sure going to be called. Just as we thought things couldn't get any worse, Dan had to open his stupid mouth again.
"Penis..." He whispered, causing the game to resume to everyone's great amusement.
"The three of you troublemakers get to my office now!" Scoutmaster Pete yelled, as his face turning a darker shade of red.
He asked the other scout leaders to continue the morning announcements, and we could still hear the game being played while we followed him down the narrow hallway to his office. We walked quietly, nervously glancing at each other as we followed the burly scoutmaster.
As soon as we got into his office, he locked the door behind us. Dan smiled at me, we both knew what was going to happen.
"Now all three of you idiots bend over, and grab the end of my desk!" He yelled.
The color seemed to have returned to his face, as he lifted his arm up past over his wide-brimmed scout hand. He reached back down, and smacked each of our behinds. Each time he hit us it got harder and harder, causing our bodies to throw the desk a few inches forward. He did it again, this time lightly grabbing our Ass-cheeks through our olive-green scout shorts.
"So, which one of you shitheads did this?!" He yelled.
Smack! Smack! His hand came down much harder than last time.
"Since you guys don't want to fess up. Stand up and pull your shorts down!" He bellowed.
We quickly stood up, and undid our belt clasps. All three of us dropped our scout shorts down, over our tan hiking boots. As soon as we had dropped our shorts, he shoved us back into the desk. He pushed our button up shirts up past our waists, and began to run his hands along our behinds. He started to softly caress our backsides, and it quickly resumed to hard spanking. This time it hurt a little, because he was really hard against our skin.
He began gripping our asses tightly through the soft fabric, and then slapping his hand hard against our underwear. Truthfully, it felt pretty good and we were all starting to enjoy it. It was the perfect punishment for three sexy scout leaders.
I glanced over to watch Scoutmaster Pete spank Dan's smooth bottom. Dan's was wearing loose red checkered boxers, and every time he was spanked his soft butt cheeks seem to jiggle up and down. Dan was clearly enjoying it, and was begging him for more. It was hard to say but it seem like Scoutmaster Pete's shorts had creased up as he continue to punish Dan. Once he was satisfied with how much he had spanked Dan, he moved over behind Greg.
Greg was wearing tight white underwear, and Scoutmaster Pete began to slap his perfect behind. It was thick with muscle, and flexed every time he got smacked. Greg didn't even seem to flinch, he moaned and groaned every time he got hit but was clearly enjoying it. Scoutmaster stopped spanking him, and rubbed his hands up and down all over his bottom. He was clearly admiring Greg's perfect behind. He reached up and pulled Greg's underwear down just enough to expose both his cheeks. Scoutmaster Pete rubbed his hands inside his bare muscle cheeks, and circled his hole with his index finger. Greg brushed his hair aside, and smiled back at him as he slid his finger in.
Scoutmaster Pete took his finger out and pushed Greg's underwear back to his waist. He moaned loudly as the scoutmaster Pete removed his belt and hit whipped hard against the back of his tight white underwear.
I thought it was my turn, but he was still focused on Greg and I could see why.
He picked up his leather belt, and whipped it hard against Greg's left butt-cheek.
"You like that Greg!" He said, whipping it a bit harder.
He put the belt down on the desk, and pulled Greg's underwear to expose his ass again. He took the belt and slapped it hard against Greg's bare butt cheeks, leaving a string of thick red marks. Greg didn't even flinch, and his ass muscles flexed up and down as the leather belt smacked harder against his bare flesh.
"Oh fucking whip my naked ass!" Greg yelled. He was clearly enjoying every minute of it.
We could barely hear the belt hit his flesh because of how loud his moaning was.
"You boys want to teach him a lesson." Scoutmaster Pete asked.
He handed us the belt and we took turns whipping it against Greg's perfect naked muscle butt. We were a lot clumsier than Scoutmaster Pete, but Greg was still moaning every time the belt whacked his bare ass. Scoutmaster Pete pushed us aside, and placed his finger deep inside Greg's hole. He spat on his finger and began pushing it in and out Greg, while we took turns snapping the belt against his muscular butt-cheeks.
"Ok, let's give the poor guy a break." Scoutmaster Pete said to us.
By now, his entire ass was bright red from being hit so many times with the belt.
He ordered us to hold each of Greg's butt-cheeks wide open, as he got down on his knees behind Greg. We reached into Greg's butt-cheeks, and stretched him wide open. Scoutmaster Pete licked back and forth, sliding his tongue up and down just past his hole. Slowly, he made his way inside and inserted his tongue inside. Scoutmaster Pete pushed his tongue back and forth in him as he reached for our cocks.