The Pledge | SCOUT GRANT | Chapter 1

Taking my Elite Scout pledge out in the wilds was such an exciting thought. I had all these dreams of doing it in front of the campfire while the whole troop toasted s’mores and serenaded me with their favorite scouting songs. Mother Nature, however, saw everything a little differently. An hour or so before my special ceremony, the skies opened, and the most torrential rain storm kicked off, which showed absolutely no sign of relenting. Everyone rushed for their tents and all hopes of my romantic, moonlit induction were dashed. Scoutmaster Scott instead dragged me into the admin tent and told me that the ceremony would have to take place there instead. Rather than the sounds of singing, I’d have to put up with the roar of rain incessantly drumming on the canvas above us. Still, the motto of the scouts is to “be prepared” and top of the list of things which need to be prepared for is the weather.

To begin with, of course, I was bitterly disappointed, but once I’d gotten inside the tent, I started to cheer up. I mean, it was weirdly cozy in there and not everyone can say that they took their Elite Scout pledge in the middle of a crazy thunderstorm. There was also something quite exciting about being holed up in a tent with Scoutmaster Scott. It was dry - and far better than being in my own tent, which I’d slung up so quickly that afternoon, I half expected to return to find it floating off into a river!

Anyway, I recited my pledge, and, despite feeling incredibly nervous, managed to do so without flubbing or repeating any of the words. Scoutmaster Scott took a fancy box out of his backpack and removed the all-important pin, which he attached to the pocket of my shirt, instantly making me feel at least a foot taller. I wasn’t actually expecting the moment to be quite so overwhelming, but I’d wanted to become an Elite Scout for years and the moment that the badge was attached to my pocket, I suddenly felt like a proper grown up. It was as though a bolt of confidence was surging through my body.

After attaching the pin, Scoutmaster Scott fussed about a little, making sure my neckerchief was adjusted properly and that I looked good and sharp. It was as though he knew that I was feeling like a different person and wanted me to embrace the new me - and all the cool adventures which were undoubtedly waiting around the corner - looking my very best. I won’t lie; I also rather liked what he was doing. I liked being worthy of his attention, somehow. Besides, he looked so smart and handsome in his uniform, that I figured I could do with a few pointers!

Then suddenly this really bizarre thing happened. I looked up at him and realized he was staring straight at me - almost unnervingly. He’d stopped smiling and was kicking off these really intense and serious vibes. I initially wondered if I’d done something wrong, but he just carried on fiddling with my shirt while not saying anything. To be honest, it all started to feel a little strange and I could feel myself blushing and yet he continued to touch me - now with the palms of his hands, which he was rubbing up and down my body. My head started pounding. I was trying to work out whether the whole thing was part of my initiation or whether he was, I dunno, making some sort of pass at me.

This is going to sound really odd, but I’ve pretty much stayed away from any kind of sex. Sure, I’ve kissed a few girls, but, being honest, I’ve always felt quite relieved when I found an excuse to walk away. I have, for some time, suspected that I might be a little more interested in guys, but have always managed to pass these feelings off as some form of hero-worship because I’ve always felt them for older men. Had I thought about Scoutmaster Scott in that way before? In short, yes. He’s always been top of my list of the scoutmasters I’m most keen to impress. So, yes, I kinda liked that he was touching me and the longer it went on, the harder I realized I was getting.

Of course the whole erection thing added a huge layer of awkwardness to the proceedings. I didn’t want to bring his attention to it by trying to cover it up in case he wasn’t actually making a pass at me. But then he stopped what he was doing and just eye-balled me. I held his gaze and smiled. Then he started to move his face towards mine and I just knew that he was going to kiss me. I raised my chin a little and pursed my lips and then, just like that, it was happening.

It felt amazing. Oddly, the most exciting thing was the way that his mustache felt as it bristled against my upper lip. This was proper grown-up kissing; the sort of kissing they do in the films. We even used tongues. It was amazing. I found myself instinctively bringing my hands up to touch him. I literally became obsessed with his forearms, which were so muscular and manly. In fact, the whole of his body was muscular and manly, and he smelled amazing; like firewood and sweat and musky aftershave. My heart started to pound with excitement and my dick started throbbing in my shorts. Loads of really dirty thoughts were darting about in my head. I literally couldn’t get enough of him - of pressing my lips against his, of pushing my tongue into his mouth and allowing it to explore every inch in there. I’d never held a man before and it felt amazing.

I wanted to touch his dick. I wanted to know how another man’s penis would feel. I dared myself to slide the palm of my hand down his chest, and then further south to his belly, and then to his belt. I toyed with it, wondering if I had the courage to start to undo it. He plainly could sense my fear because he pulled away from me, and looked at me reassuringly before saying “yeah?” He was asking me whether I was okay and suddenly I knew that I was. “Yeah!” I said…

At that moment we kissed with even more passion. I pulled back and started to undo his belt. My hands were shaking but I soon got the buckle undone. I don’t know what made me remove the belt entirely from his pants, but it felt super exciting to do so. And then I touched the bulge in his pants with the palm of my hand…

It felt huge - way bigger than mine and plainly really really hard. I felt an overwhelming desire to kiss him again, and then began fondling it. The whole thing made my legs go weak and it was mostly because of this that I fell to my knees..

Once down there, however, I knew that there was only one option and that was to undo his pants and uncover the mighty beast which was plainly hiding in there. I exposed it really slowly, savoring every moment. The rain outside had turned everything humid and I could feel the sweat prickling on my forehead as the excitement mounted. I rolled his underpants down and his penis immediately uncoiled like some sort of snake, heavy and swollen. My instinct was to get it into my mouth as soon as I could. I don’t really know what came over me. I’d never even seen an erect penis other than my own before, but within seconds I was sucking it like some sort of sex addict. God it tasted good and it felt amazing to get its giant head into my mouth. I loved that I was making him throb so hard and moan with such excitement. The whole world stood still. There was just me and Scoutmaster Scott and the waves of rain falling onto the tent above us and me wondering whether anything else on earth could ever be as pleasurable as pleasuring a man like him.

As I sucked him, he removed his shirt, exposing an insanely well-built body - beautifully tanned, toned and hairy. My head was spinning. He stood me up again and started to unbutton my shirt. It felt a little nerve-racking to be topless, but he kissed me again and made me feel a lot more comfortable; like anything was suddenly possible somehow.

There’s actually a table in the admin tent. I mean there’s loads of other stuff in there as well that you wouldn’t necessarily expect to find in a tent - like a grandfather clock and flags and things - but he guided me to the table and encouraged me to lean over it. For some reason, it felt like the most natural thing to be asked to do in the world and I did so very happily. I suspect my subconscious already knew what was going to happen but the rest of me was simply going with the flow; wondering whether anything in my life would ever be more exciting.

He squatted behind me and pulled my shorts down before removing my underpants so that I was entirely naked but for my cap and neckerchief. I guess I ought to have felt super vulnerable, but I didn’t. It felt right. He encouraged me to put one leg up onto the table and then began to kiss my ass cheeks, his mustache tickling the soft flesh down there and causing goosebumps to break out all over me. The sensation of him kissing me down there was so intense that it was all I could do to stop myself from yelling out. Then I felt his tongue pressing against my hole before pushing into me. I literally couldn’t get my legs wide enough apart. My dick was rock hard. My entire body was yielding to him. I could feel my ass opening up, knowing that he was going to push his dick in there, knowing that I was about to lose my virginity and feeling there was nothing I’d ever wanted more.

He stood up and I knew the moment had come. He ran the tip of his dick against my crack and then started to apply pressure. It felt huge. There seemed no logical way that it was going to fit inside me but I took a deep breath knowing that I could trust Scoutmaster Scott not to do anything which was dangerous. The sensation of his penis entering my ass was indescribable. It sent a weird prickly heat surging through my body which made everything suddenly feel weak. It felt like someone was slowly pushing a baseball bat into me but the strangest thing was that I wanted it to keep on happening. The wild desire for the two of us to be a single entity overrode any discomfort that I was feeling. This amazing man was inside me. His body was inside me. My body was pleasuring his, and the more that he drew his dick in and out of me, the better it felt.

He pulled out. For a moment I thought it might be all over and I felt a pang of sadness, but then he pushed me onto my back on the table and spread my legs apart before starting to fuck me again, this time in a position which enabled me to stare up at him - and that felt incredibly special. Seeing the look of absolute ecstasy on his face and knowing that I had caused it was remarkably hot. My dick was soon throbbing like crazy and threatening to blow at any moment. I don’t know if he was holding back because he knew it was my first time, but it felt so good, even when he started to go harder and faster. I just wanted to take it. I wanted to be his boy.

He said he was close and the thought excited me greatly. He asked me if I wanted it and I said I did. I wanted it inside me. It had to go inside me. Anywhere else was wasted. Anywhere else and it wouldn’t have been proper. A minute or so later, his body started to spasm and tighten up and then, he yelled, and I felt it all gushing into me. I felt every squirt of semen. It was so special. Finally I knew that I’d become a man.