Oliver is excited to be in Scoutmaster Fantana’s office to take the Pledge of the Elite Scout. He’s been waiting for this moment since the day he first heard of the order and made it his goal to become worthy of selection. Standing now before the scoutmaster to deliver his oath, Oliver can’t help but smile when he sees the shiny pins that will mark this great achievement. Scoutmaster Fantana is also one of the most attractive men Oliver has ever seen. There’s an intensity in the man’s bright blue eyes, and his voice is gentle but firm. Oliver’s heart is racing as much from the ceremony as from the warmth of the man’s strong hands through his shirt as he receives his pins, and he finds himself undressing the man in his mind.
Scoutmaster Fantana tells Oliver to stand and deliver his oath of duty and obedience. But after, the scoutmaster says it’s time for his pledge, and Oliver is genuinely confused. Was that not the pledge? Oliver is told to remove his clothes, and he pauses briefly before complying. His heart is in his throat, but he begins to remove his shirt. As his lean torso is revealed, he looks up at Scoutmaster Fantana, half expecting the man to stop him. Is this a test? He can see the man’s eyes tracing every inch of his bare skin. An inspection? When Oliver drops his pants, Scoutmaster Fantana presses his large palm against the bulge in Oliver’s underwear unexpectedly, eliciting a sudden moan from the boy. It’s the first time he’s been touched like this by anyone, and the feeling is electric.
“Hop up on the table,” the scoutmaster commands. In nothing but his field hat, underwear, and socks, Oliver climbs onto the cold wood on all fours and looks back as Scoutmaster Fantana cups the boy’s package. The man’s hands explore every inch of his exposed torso before he pulls down Oliver’s boxers and tugs on his hardened cock. Oliver notices the man is rubbing his own crotch at the same time! The scoutmaster steps in front of Oliver and coaxes the boy’s mouth open with a single finger. With one hand holding Oliver behind the head, Scoutmaster Fantana inserts two fingers as deep as they will go. Oliver’s lips close over his fingers as he probes in and out, maintaining eye contact, and not even gagging.
Scoutmaster Fantana has Oliver sit back on his heels and pulls the boy’s lean torso against him. Oliver’s eyes are closed and his head falls back against the man’s shoulder as the scoutmaster rubs the boy’s chest and ribs, reaches down to tug on his cock, and leaning in to kiss the side of his neck. Oliver’s cock throbs and jumps each time the man’s hands move to a new part of his body, the tight muscles of the man’s wide forearms hot against Oliver’s nakedness. To the scoutmaster’s surprise, Oliver reaches back boldly to squeeze the bulge in his leader’s pants, his eagerness prompting the man to disrobe.
Scoutmaster Fantana reveals a smooth, thickly muscled torso and a heavy bulge in his white briefs. The moment his fat cock bounces free, Oliver grabs it excitedly. With his own dick thumping in time with his heartbeat in his other hand, the scout is keen to know how the other man feels compared to him. It’s the first time he’s touched a man this way, and Scoutmaster Fantana’s cock is thick and heavy compared to his. The boy’s hand is barely large enough to close around it. Oliver leans back to kiss his scoutmaster, and then leans forward to present his hole.
Scoutmaster Fantana climbs on the table to test the new pledge with cock. He knows boys sometimes have trouble taking his meat because it’s thicker near the head, so he’s careful when he presses against the boy’s virgin hole—slow and steady, stopping when he feels the boy clench and pressing gently when he feels the boy’s hole relax. Scout Oliver pulls away from him slightly, gasping at the new sensation when the head of Scoutmaster Fantana’s club-like cock pops in, but the scoutmaster knows that training has to be done patiently. Oliver’s gasps turn to moans, and he pushes back against the man. Scoutmaster Fantana holds him there, sliding in and out on the widest length of his cock to get the boy accustomed to his girth before pressing deeper. Beyond that point, the boy’s hole sucks him in and Oliver bites his lip and falls to his elbows in surrender. Oliver has played with his hole before, but he has never felt so full. The man behind him is touching something inside him that almost makes it feel like he’s cumming, especially when the scoutmaster grips the boy’s shoulders to pull him back onto his big meat.
When Scoutmaster Fantana flips Oliver onto his back and presses back inside, the scout feels like his hole is being stretched to its limit, but it’s easier to relax in this position. Oliver strokes his cock with one hand and grips his scoutmaster’s massive forearm with the other. He can feel the muscles straining under his fingers as the man holds his leg up. Watching the pleasure on Scoutmaster Fantana’s face and the smooth muscles of his body flex with his thrusts, the boy can’t help but reach forward to feel his hard pecs and abs. The physical attention triggers something in the older man. His thrusts become harder, deeper, and more urgent. Oliver can feel the man’s balls slapping against his ass and the wide cock stretching him deeper. The man pulls out, and his massive cock head spews a huge load of cum all over the boy’s lower abs. The scoutmaster then pushes his cock back into young Oliver’s no-longer-virgin hole, the man’s body spasming from the intensified, post-orgasmic sensation of the taut ring of the boy’s ass. He leans down to kiss his new charge while his cock throbs against the boy’s swollen prostate. Is this what it’s going to be like in the Elite Scouts? Oliver thinks. He’s only ever wanted to share himself this way with his mentors and peers. It seems to Oliver that he’s done more than pledge himself to the order. If this first experience is any indication, he’s on his way to learning the ways of men in a manner he never expected. And he can’t wait for the next lesson!
