The Pledge - Scout Logan - Pt 1
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Scout Logan was a excellent boy. He was always highly careful about the way he looked, he listened intently to the Scoutmasters, behaved himself impeccably, and worked amazingly hard. Since joining the scouts, it had been his aim to become an high-class scout. And when he was eventually called-up to take a pledge of loyalty to this illustrious group, his heart nearly squirt with pride.He didn’t know Scoutmaster St. Michael, whom, he was told, would be overseeing the auspicious and clearly highly personal 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 began smashing with nerves.The Scoutmaster seemed ...The Scoutmaster seemed a little aloof, but he was friendly enough. He was around 40, super-sexy and tanned with muddy ash-blonde 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 eliminated a clamp which he somewhat fumblingly linked to the tee-shirt cangue on the boy’s uniform. The Scoutmaster then took a 2nd pin, which he linked to the other collar, and then another, which he clipped to the boy’s knocker pocket. Logan was suddenly aware of the significance of the moment. It nearly felt like a baptism into manhood. He felt 10 soles tall.St. Michael stood amazingly close to Logan to clamp the badges onto him. The moment felt highly 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 hand 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 arms 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 fairly knowing where to look or what to do when the Scoutmaster gazed wantonly into his eyes and began clumsily fumbling him in increasingly intimate places.Logan relaxed. He felt his arms reaching towards the Scoutmaster’s torso and absentmindedly fondling his swell nips through his shirt. A look of seriousness shot across St. Michael’s face. He was plainly defeat with excitement, but at the same time wrestling with guilt…The Scoutmaster suddenly pushed his hand into Logan’s goods and began fondling the boy’s rock stiff penis. The sensation scared Logan. No one had ever kneaded 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 suddenly ambled into the office? Would he be thrown out of the scouts?St. Michael stood up and Logan dared to look down at his goods for the first-ever time. He could see the Scoutmaster’s spear highly obviously bulbous in his uniform trousers. The glance made him freeze with fear…Logan suddenly became aware of the Scoutmaster’s lips lunging towards him. And a duo of seconds later, they were kissing.Logan didn’t truly know what to do. He’d seen people smooching in films but had never done anything of the sort in reality. He simply tried 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 pushing his cut-offs to the ground, smooching the boy’s neck thirstily while groping his spear through his underpants. Logan felt his gams providing way. The sensation was like nothing he’d ever experienced. His spear was so stiff that he honestly thought it was going to explode.St. Michael then unbuttoned Logan’s shirt, running his large arms lustfully over the boy’s slim, slick chest. He desired Logan so badly. His spear was pummeling precum into his uniform pants, desperate to get inwards the boy’s cherry ass. He lowered Logan’s panties and at last the smooth, bony scout was nude but for his cap and neckerchief.Logan honestly had no idea what to hope next. He could perceive his heart smashing with a combo of awakening and terror. He enjoyed everything that was happening to him, but the look of wild desperation on the Scoutmaster’s face scared him a little. St. Michael knelt down in front of the boy and began to blow his dick. The sensation was so intense. Logan had to struggle stiff to stop himself from shooting on the spot.St. Michael revved the boy around and pushed one of his gams onto the table so that his cock-squeezing little ass was gorgeously presented. The Scoutmaster then dropped to his knees again, thirstily tonguing and finger-banging the boy’s crevasse until Logan found himself gasping with mind-blowing sensation 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 old dude 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 trousers and underpants, undoing his tee-shirt at the same time to unveil a neatly-cropped, fur covered chest. His bulbous spear was large and rock hard, so stiff in fact that it was curving upwards.He stood behind the boy and lined his cock up with Logan’s lil crevasse before driving it inside. Logan was in a trance-like state, so didn’t stressful up when the scoutmaster pounded him. St. Michael was astonished that he’d controlled to inject the boy sans the amateur wincing or tightening, but Logan was in a state of unspoiled ecstasy so he slipped in relatively easily.The old dude enjoyed the sensation of the young boy’s cock-squeezing ass packaged stiffly around his big, daddy dick. He instantaneously began to grind himself into Logan’s lil body, going deeper and tighter with every decadent, shocking stroke.St. Michael was soon gritting his teeth and truly getting stuck in, demoralizing the breathless boy to totally please every one of his sleazy sexual jolts while the darts of precum flew from his spear and lined the boy’s prostate with extra lubrication.The Scoutmaster let out and pushed Logan onto his back, perving into the boy’s guiltless eyes determinedly as he upped the pace and cruelty of his strokes, beads of sweat now pouring down his face and landing on the boy’s hairless belly.St. Michael let out a low, sated grunt as he felt the first-ever waves of jizm rising in his balls. He knew he needed to shoot inwards Logan. He desired to brand the boy; take ownership of him. He came stiff and deep, so far inwards Logan that he thought the stream might never ooze back out again.
Scout Logan was a excellent boy. He was always highly careful about the way he looked, he listened intently to the Scoutmasters, behaved himself impeccably, and worked amazingly hard. Since joining the scouts, it had been his aim to become an high-class scout. And when he was eventually called-up to take a pledge of loyalty to this illustrious group, his heart nearly squirt with pride.He didn’t know Scoutmaster St. Michael, whom, he was told, would be overseeing the auspicious and clearly highly personal 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 began smashing with nerves.The Scoutmaster seemed ...The Scoutmaster seemed a little aloof, but he was friendly enough. He was around 40, super-sexy and tanned with muddy ash-blonde 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 eliminated a clamp which he somewhat fumblingly linked to the tee-shirt cangue on the boy’s uniform. The Scoutmaster then took a 2nd pin, which he linked to the other collar, and then another, which he clipped to the boy’s knocker pocket. Logan was suddenly aware of the significance of the moment. It nearly felt like a baptism into manhood. He felt 10 soles tall.St. Michael stood amazingly close to Logan to clamp the badges onto him. The moment felt highly 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 hand 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 arms 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 fairly knowing where to look or what to do when the Scoutmaster gazed wantonly into his eyes and began clumsily fumbling him in increasingly intimate places.Logan relaxed. He felt his arms reaching towards the Scoutmaster’s torso and absentmindedly fondling his swell nips through his shirt. A look of seriousness shot across St. Michael’s face. He was plainly defeat with excitement, but at the same time wrestling with guilt…The Scoutmaster suddenly pushed his hand into Logan’s goods and began fondling the boy’s rock stiff penis. The sensation scared Logan. No one had ever kneaded 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 suddenly ambled into the office? Would he be thrown out of the scouts?St. Michael stood up and Logan dared to look down at his goods for the first-ever time. He could see the Scoutmaster’s spear highly obviously bulbous in his uniform trousers. The glance made him freeze with fear…Logan suddenly became aware of the Scoutmaster’s lips lunging towards him. And a duo of seconds later, they were kissing.Logan didn’t truly know what to do. He’d seen people smooching in films but had never done anything of the sort in reality. He simply tried 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 pushing his cut-offs to the ground, smooching the boy’s neck thirstily while groping his spear through his underpants. Logan felt his gams providing way. The sensation was like nothing he’d ever experienced. His spear was so stiff that he honestly thought it was going to explode.St. Michael then unbuttoned Logan’s shirt, running his large arms lustfully over the boy’s slim, slick chest. He desired Logan so badly. His spear was pummeling precum into his uniform pants, desperate to get inwards the boy’s cherry ass. He lowered Logan’s panties and at last the smooth, bony scout was nude but for his cap and neckerchief.Logan honestly had no idea what to hope next. He could perceive his heart smashing with a combo of awakening and terror. He enjoyed everything that was happening to him, but the look of wild desperation on the Scoutmaster’s face scared him a little. St. Michael knelt down in front of the boy and began to blow his dick. The sensation was so intense. Logan had to struggle stiff to stop himself from shooting on the spot.St. Michael revved the boy around and pushed one of his gams onto the table so that his cock-squeezing little ass was gorgeously presented. The Scoutmaster then dropped to his knees again, thirstily tonguing and finger-banging the boy’s crevasse until Logan found himself gasping with mind-blowing sensation 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 old dude 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 trousers and underpants, undoing his tee-shirt at the same time to unveil a neatly-cropped, fur covered chest. His bulbous spear was large and rock hard, so stiff in fact that it was curving upwards.He stood behind the boy and lined his cock up with Logan’s lil crevasse before driving it inside. Logan was in a trance-like state, so didn’t stressful up when the scoutmaster pounded him. St. Michael was astonished that he’d controlled to inject the boy sans the amateur wincing or tightening, but Logan was in a state of unspoiled ecstasy so he slipped in relatively easily.The old dude enjoyed the sensation of the young boy’s cock-squeezing ass packaged stiffly around his big, daddy dick. He instantaneously began to grind himself into Logan’s lil body, going deeper and tighter with every decadent, shocking stroke.St. Michael was soon gritting his teeth and truly getting stuck in, demoralizing the breathless boy to totally please every one of his sleazy sexual jolts while the darts of precum flew from his spear and lined the boy’s prostate with extra lubrication.The Scoutmaster let out and pushed Logan onto his back, perving into the boy’s guiltless eyes determinedly as he upped the pace and cruelty of his strokes, beads of sweat now pouring down his face and landing on the boy’s hairless belly.St. Michael let out a low, sated grunt as he felt the first-ever waves of jizm rising in his balls. He knew he needed to shoot inwards Logan. He desired to brand the boy; take ownership of him. He came stiff and deep, so far inwards Logan that he thought the stream might never ooze back out again.
Added: 2023-09-09 • Views: 14 • Duration: 30:46