Scoutmaster Oz gathered the scouts together after breakfast to give them the clues they would need for the hunt. Oliver couldn’t shake the feeling that he and Zac were being given meaningful looks by a few scouts, but he just dismissed it as being overly sensitive about the previous night. Zac was still obviously wound up, and Oliver didn’t want to irritate him. It never crossed his mind that maybe Zac was as uncomfortable about it as he was.

“The forest is full of noise that moves and changes. Find the one that doesn’t. Whose persistence is only matched by its patience.” “It waits in the place the forest swallowed. Find the mouth that doesn’t speak. From there, go where the needle doesn’t.” “The path forward isn’t always a straight one. Sometimes it returns to where it started.”

Three clues that say nothing and mean everything. The boys were allowed to divide themselves into teams of two, or three. Only a few scouts chose to go alone. The scoutmasters sent them out into the woods, in whatever direction they chose five minutes apart to scatter them out. Finding the arrows first was not the goal. Finding them at all was the question.

Zac and Oliver set out together. Zac had the map but had no more idea than Oliver where they should go. More than anything, he seemed focused on ignoring his brother’s suggestions. They went looking for a waterfall, a noise that doesn’t move. Before they found the waterfall, they heard an entirely different kind of noise. Since his education the night before, Oliver knew exactly what those noises were.

The two boys crept as quietly as they could through the underbrush. They hadn’t gone far before they found it. Scoutmaster Snow was leaning back against a tree. Junior Scoutmaster Tydes and Scout Serge were on their knees taking turns sucking the biggest cock Oliver had ever seen. A cock even bigger than the inexperienced boy thought existed. Both he and Zac were rooted to their place, unable to take their eyes off the scene in front of them.

Barely hidden at all, it was only a matter of time before they caught someone’s eye. It was Dylan who glanced over and saw them, barely even hidden among the trees. He looked up at Scoutmaster Snow, who spotted them, too, and motioned for them to come over. The scoutmaster said that he knew what they had been up to the night before. Oliver blushed with embarrassment, while Zac's stomach churned. If his dad found out, he would be blamed for it.

Then Dylan got an evil smirk on his face and suggested that Mr. Scott didn’t need to know if they would do what they were told. The first order was to take their clothes off. Zac knew that was a bad development. Oliver, still unaware of how prevalent sex among the Elite Scouts was, thought maybe this was just a hazing ritual. Zac was just hoping that the assistant scoutmaster would be the only one to fuck him. Then Dylan spoke the words that neither boy wanted to hear, “The one thing that I don’t believe was that little Oliver fucked his brother. I want to see that.”

Oliver’s heart sank. This was a development that he hadn’t imagined. The night before, when Bunker ordered him to fuck Zac, he had wondered if he could stay hard. His feelings changed when he felt his hard prick sink into the warm, tight embrace of another boy’s ass. It had felt good, and that, combined with Bunker fucking him, had been total sensory overload. He shot more cum than any orgasm he ever had. A part of him was not averse to experiencing that again, but doing it with two scouts and a scoutmaster watching was something else entirely. He would have to try, though.

He pushed his hard cock into his brother’s hole, feeling the same snug sheath. Master Snow, just wanting to be part of this raunchy scene, and finding Oliver’s tight little ass flexing to be irresistible, couldn’t resist joining in. He reached down to insert his finger into the boy's clenching hole, pushing on his butt, encouraging him to fuck his brother deep. Soon nature took over, and Oliver was breeding his brother for the second time in less than twenty-four hours.

Zac’s ordeal was not over, yet, as soon as his brother pulled out, leaving him feeling the wet, sticky sensation of cum running down his thigh, Dylan stepped into place. The show the brothers put on had him hornier than he had been in a while. Unlike them, he had not gotten any relief the night before. The fact that his fuck was lubed with familial cum made him shiver with raunchy pleasure.

While Dylan fucked Zac, Scoutmaster Snow took the opportunity to try out the tight hole he had his finger in moments earlier. Oliver was surprised at how easily the biggest cock he had taken slid into him. He was learning fast. Dylan, a young man in heat, couldn’t hold out long. Soon, he was adding his load to the fucked-out hole. As much as the man would like to breed the new scout, he wasn’t going to pass up a chance at Zac's sloppy ass. Sporting the largest cock, yet, the boy was still tight for him when he pushed in, balls deep, for his own fuck.

By the time they were done, Zac's ass was a gaping cum-soaked mess. The other scouts pulled themselves together, preparing to leave. Zac and Oliver looked at each other with uneasy confusion, thrown off guard by what had just happened. At the last moment, Dylan turned back to them. Taking the map from Zac’s hand, he pointed out where they should go next.