The Pledge - Scout Logan - Part 1
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Scout Logan was a great boy. He was always very careful about the way he looked, he listened intently to the Scoutmasters, behaved himself impeccably, and worked incredibly hard. Since joining the scouts, it had been his purpose to become an high-class scout. And when he was eventually called-up to take a pledge of devotion to this illustrious group, his heart nearly burst with pride.He didn’t know Scoutmaster St. Michael, whom, he was told, would be overseeing the auspicious and obviously very private ceremony. St. Michael was fresh to the troop and Logan didn’t even know what he looked like. As the boy knocked on the office door, his heart commenced boinking with nerves.The Scoutmaster seemed ...The Scoutmaster seemed a little aloof, but he was friendly enough. He was around 40, handsome and suntanned with grubby blondie hair. Because of his name, Logan had half-expected him to be French, but he chatted with a southern drawl, which the boy rather liked. Logan took a deep breath. His nerves were substituted by a sense of excitement. His childhood ambition was about to be realized…St. Michael opened a blue velvet cell and liquidated a clamp which he somewhat fumblingly affixed to the t-shirt neck harness on the boy’s uniform. The Scoutmaster then took a 2nd pin, which he affixed to the other collar, and then another, which he clamped to the boy’s boob pocket. Logan was all of a sudden aware of the significance of the moment. It nearly perceived like a baptism into manhood. He perceived 10 feet tall.St. Michael stood incredibly close to Logan to clamp the badges onto him. The moment perceived very intimate. St. Michael caught Logan’s eye and reddened noticeably.The Scoutmaster then stepped back to admire his handiwork before trying to slick out a crease in the boy’s shirt, his arm leisurely running up and down Logan’s torso in a gesture which could have been interpreted as a sexual overture. Logan wasn’t sure what to think, but he liked the sensation of the Scoutmaster’s hands pressing against his body.St. Michael sat down on a stool and told the boy to come and stand inbetween his open legs. Logan was bewildered and a little embarrassed by the request, but he did as he was told, not quite knowing where to look or what to do when the Scoutmaster perved wantonly into his eyes and began clumsily touching him in increasingly individual places.Logan relaxed. He perceived his hands reaching toward the Scoutmaster’s torso and absentmindedly massaging his erect nipples thru his shirt. A look of seriousness shot throughout St. Michael’s face. He was plainly overcome with excitement, but simultaneously wrestling with guilt…The Scoutmaster all of a sudden shoved his arm into Logan’s genitals and commenced massaging the boy’s firm penis. The sensation scared Logan. No one had ever touched him like that before and he’d undoubtedly never entertained the notion of being sexually attracted to another man. Besides, what would happen if someone all of a sudden ambled into the office? Would he be thrown out of the scouts?St. Michael stood up and Logan dared to look down at his genitals for the first-ever time. He could observe the Scoutmaster’s dick very obviously bulbous in his uniform trousers. The glance made him freeze with fear…Logan all of a sudden became aware of the Scoutmaster’s lips lunging toward him. And a duo of seconds later, they were kissing.Logan didn’t indeed know what to do. He’d seen people smooching in films but had never done anything of the sort in reality. He simply attempted to copy what St. Michael was doing. The moment was as awkward as it was hot.St. Michael stood behind Logan and undid his belt before thrusting his cutoffs to the ground, smooching the boy’s neck thirstily while groping his dick thru his underpants. Logan perceived his gams providing way. The sensation was like nothing he’d ever experienced. His dick was so hard that he sincerely thought it was going to explode.St. Michael then undid Logan’s shirt, running his monstrous hands lustfully over the boy’s slim, slick chest. He wished Logan so badly. His dick was pummeling precum into his uniform pants, desperate to get inside the boy’s virgin ass. He lowered Logan’s panties and at last the smooth, skinny scout was nude but for his cap and neckerchief.Logan sincerely had no idea what to hope next. He could perceive his heart boinking with a concoction of excitement and terror. He enjoyed everything that was happening to him, but the look of naughty desperation on the Scoutmaster’s face scared him a little. St. Michael knelt down in front of the boy and commenced to blow his dick. The sensation was so intense. Logan had to fight hard to stop himself from shooting on the spot.St. Michael revved the boy around and shoved one of his gams onto the table so that his taut little ass was gorgeously presented. The Scoutmaster then dropped to his knees again, thirstily munching and frigging the boy’s crevice until Logan found himself choking with gorgeous elation and anticipation.He somehow knew that the Scoutmaster was prepping him for sex, but didn’t know how it was going to feel. What he did know was that he liked what the older fellow was doing to him - a lot. It made him perceive desired, subservient, and keen to please…St. Michael stood and quickly unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and underpants, unzipping his t-shirt simultaneously to unveil a neatly-cropped, unshaved chest. His bulbous dick was monstrous and rock hard, so hard in fact that it was curving upwards.He stood behind the boy and lined his hard-on up with Logan’s lil' crevice before driving it inside. Logan was in a trance-like state, so didn’t stressful up when the scoutmaster boned him. St. Michael was astonished that he’d controlled to come in the boy sans the inexperienced wincing or tightening, but Logan was in a state of unspoiled rapture so he glided in relatively easily.The older fellow enjoyed the sensation of the youthfull boy’s taut ass packaged firmly around his big, dad dick. He instantly commenced to polish himself into Logan’s lil' body, going deeper and firmer with every decadent, outrageous stroke.St. Michael was briefly gritting his teeth and indeed getting stuck in, brutalizing the panting boy to fully satiate every one of his sleazy sexual jolts while the darts of precum flew from his dick and lined the boy’s prostate with additional lubrication.The Scoutmaster pulled out and shoved Logan onto his back, perving into the boy’s innocent eyes determinedly as he upped the rhythm and fierceness of his strokes, beads of sweat now pouring down his face and landing on the boy’s smooth-shaven belly.St. Michael whipped out a low, satisfied grunt as he perceived the first-ever wags of cum rising in his balls. He knew he needed to shoot inside Logan. He wished to brand the boy; take ownership of him. He came hard and deep, so far inside Logan that he thought the flow might never ooze back out again.
Scout Logan was a great boy. He was always very careful about the way he looked, he listened intently to the Scoutmasters, behaved himself impeccably, and worked incredibly hard. Since joining the scouts, it had been his purpose to become an high-class scout. And when he was eventually called-up to take a pledge of devotion to this illustrious group, his heart nearly burst with pride.He didn’t know Scoutmaster St. Michael, whom, he was told, would be overseeing the auspicious and obviously very private ceremony. St. Michael was fresh to the troop and Logan didn’t even know what he looked like. As the boy knocked on the office door, his heart commenced boinking with nerves.The Scoutmaster seemed ...The Scoutmaster seemed a little aloof, but he was friendly enough. He was around 40, handsome and suntanned with grubby blondie hair. Because of his name, Logan had half-expected him to be French, but he chatted with a southern drawl, which the boy rather liked. Logan took a deep breath. His nerves were substituted by a sense of excitement. His childhood ambition was about to be realized…St. Michael opened a blue velvet cell and liquidated a clamp which he somewhat fumblingly affixed to the t-shirt neck harness on the boy’s uniform. The Scoutmaster then took a 2nd pin, which he affixed to the other collar, and then another, which he clamped to the boy’s boob pocket. Logan was all of a sudden aware of the significance of the moment. It nearly perceived like a baptism into manhood. He perceived 10 feet tall.St. Michael stood incredibly close to Logan to clamp the badges onto him. The moment perceived very intimate. St. Michael caught Logan’s eye and reddened noticeably.The Scoutmaster then stepped back to admire his handiwork before trying to slick out a crease in the boy’s shirt, his arm leisurely running up and down Logan’s torso in a gesture which could have been interpreted as a sexual overture. Logan wasn’t sure what to think, but he liked the sensation of the Scoutmaster’s hands pressing against his body.St. Michael sat down on a stool and told the boy to come and stand inbetween his open legs. Logan was bewildered and a little embarrassed by the request, but he did as he was told, not quite knowing where to look or what to do when the Scoutmaster perved wantonly into his eyes and began clumsily touching him in increasingly individual places.Logan relaxed. He perceived his hands reaching toward the Scoutmaster’s torso and absentmindedly massaging his erect nipples thru his shirt. A look of seriousness shot throughout St. Michael’s face. He was plainly overcome with excitement, but simultaneously wrestling with guilt…The Scoutmaster all of a sudden shoved his arm into Logan’s genitals and commenced massaging the boy’s firm penis. The sensation scared Logan. No one had ever touched him like that before and he’d undoubtedly never entertained the notion of being sexually attracted to another man. Besides, what would happen if someone all of a sudden ambled into the office? Would he be thrown out of the scouts?St. Michael stood up and Logan dared to look down at his genitals for the first-ever time. He could observe the Scoutmaster’s dick very obviously bulbous in his uniform trousers. The glance made him freeze with fear…Logan all of a sudden became aware of the Scoutmaster’s lips lunging toward him. And a duo of seconds later, they were kissing.Logan didn’t indeed know what to do. He’d seen people smooching in films but had never done anything of the sort in reality. He simply attempted to copy what St. Michael was doing. The moment was as awkward as it was hot.St. Michael stood behind Logan and undid his belt before thrusting his cutoffs to the ground, smooching the boy’s neck thirstily while groping his dick thru his underpants. Logan perceived his gams providing way. The sensation was like nothing he’d ever experienced. His dick was so hard that he sincerely thought it was going to explode.St. Michael then undid Logan’s shirt, running his monstrous hands lustfully over the boy’s slim, slick chest. He wished Logan so badly. His dick was pummeling precum into his uniform pants, desperate to get inside the boy’s virgin ass. He lowered Logan’s panties and at last the smooth, skinny scout was nude but for his cap and neckerchief.Logan sincerely had no idea what to hope next. He could perceive his heart boinking with a concoction of excitement and terror. He enjoyed everything that was happening to him, but the look of naughty desperation on the Scoutmaster’s face scared him a little. St. Michael knelt down in front of the boy and commenced to blow his dick. The sensation was so intense. Logan had to fight hard to stop himself from shooting on the spot.St. Michael revved the boy around and shoved one of his gams onto the table so that his taut little ass was gorgeously presented. The Scoutmaster then dropped to his knees again, thirstily munching and frigging the boy’s crevice until Logan found himself choking with gorgeous elation and anticipation.He somehow knew that the Scoutmaster was prepping him for sex, but didn’t know how it was going to feel. What he did know was that he liked what the older fellow was doing to him - a lot. It made him perceive desired, subservient, and keen to please…St. Michael stood and quickly unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and underpants, unzipping his t-shirt simultaneously to unveil a neatly-cropped, unshaved chest. His bulbous dick was monstrous and rock hard, so hard in fact that it was curving upwards.He stood behind the boy and lined his hard-on up with Logan’s lil' crevice before driving it inside. Logan was in a trance-like state, so didn’t stressful up when the scoutmaster boned him. St. Michael was astonished that he’d controlled to come in the boy sans the inexperienced wincing or tightening, but Logan was in a state of unspoiled rapture so he glided in relatively easily.The older fellow enjoyed the sensation of the youthfull boy’s taut ass packaged firmly around his big, dad dick. He instantly commenced to polish himself into Logan’s lil' body, going deeper and firmer with every decadent, outrageous stroke.St. Michael was briefly gritting his teeth and indeed getting stuck in, brutalizing the panting boy to fully satiate every one of his sleazy sexual jolts while the darts of precum flew from his dick and lined the boy’s prostate with additional lubrication.The Scoutmaster pulled out and shoved Logan onto his back, perving into the boy’s innocent eyes determinedly as he upped the rhythm and fierceness of his strokes, beads of sweat now pouring down his face and landing on the boy’s smooth-shaven belly.St. Michael whipped out a low, satisfied grunt as he perceived the first-ever wags of cum rising in his balls. He knew he needed to shoot inside Logan. He wished to brand the boy; take ownership of him. He came hard and deep, so far inside Logan that he thought the flow might never ooze back out again.
Added: 2023-11-13 • Views: 17 • Duration: 30:46