The scoutmasters rang the gong at sunrise, waking the scouts for the first day of the trials. After breakfast, Scoutmaster Oz gathered everyone to hand out the clues they'd need for the hunt ahead. Oliver couldn't shake the feeling that he and his older brother Zac were catching knowing glances from a few of the other scouts, but he brushed it off as paranoia over what had happened the night before — the night Oliver had fucked Zac for the first time. Three clues that said nothing and meant everything. The boys were free to pair up in teams of two or three, and Zac and Oliver headed off together. Zac carried the map but had no better idea than Oliver where they were supposed to go. More than anything, he seemed determined to ignore every suggestion his younger brother made. They set out searching for a waterfall — a noise that doesn't move. But before they ever found the waterfall, they heard a very different kind of sound drifting through the trees. The two brothers crept quietly through the underbrush toward it, and what they discovered stopped them cold. Scoutmaster Snow was leaning back against a tree, two scouts kneeling in front of him, taking turns sucking his cock. Snow spotted the brothers right away and waved them over. He told them he knew exactly what they'd been up to the night before. Then the junior scoutmaster delivered the words the boys dreaded most: "The one thing I don't believe is that little Oliver actually fucked his big brother. I want to see it for myself."
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