The Pledge – Colton McKeon & Jonah Wheeler
There’s something really weird about the Scoutmaster Wheeler. I recently joined this troop, but I’ve been here long enough to know he’s not like the other Scoutmasters. He appears to be quite stern. He doesn’t smile that often and his eyes pierce you when he talks to you…
When he called me into the office to make my promise, my heart sank. Because he? Why not one of the friendliest Scouts? He makes me so nervous sometimes I forget my own name! How would I remember the oath?!
He sat me down across from him and asked if I was ready. The simple thing, of course, would have been to say yes, but fear took over and I began to bubble. He asked if I was willing to do everything he told me to do, and I must have said yes because, at that moment, he told me to get up, before attaching a pin to my uniform pocket.
What I didn’t expect was for his hands to remain on my upper chest. And before I could get my thoughts in order, he was running his fingers up and down my torso in a way that could only be described as a very seductive way.
I’m no expert on these things – damn, I’ve never kissed anyone – but I’m sure it’s not normal for a Scoutmaster to start groping me like that…especially a Scout!
I froze instantly. My face must have turned the color of a ripe tomato. A zillion thoughts started dancing around in my head. Was this some kind of trick? Or a test? Did I want to say something?
Problem was, a lot of other thoughts were telling me how good it felt to be touched the way Scoutmaster Wheeler was touching me. And those thoughts were definitely controlling my cock, which kicked into action like a well-trained dog.
I looked into his eyes, and suddenly he looked a lot less scary. His face softened somehow. I didn’t dare look away from him, but I could feel his hand grip the growing bulge in my pants. And before I knew it, he was rubbing. If this was a trick, it was an elaborate trick!
His lips came close to mine and my entire body started to shake. I can not explain. I was suddenly desperate for him to kiss me. I feel like I’ve spent my entire life telling people I’m not interested in all these things – and in general terms I’ve always believed every word I said… But in that split second, I learned the meaning of the word “desire.”
Then it happened. He leaned forward, placed his lips on mine and started kissing me.
I don’t know how I expected it to be. It was more tender than it looks in the movies. Softer and more delicate somehow. His pencil-thin mustache gently tickled my upper lip. I could smell his aftershave and a faint leathery scent on his hat. His breath was a little minty. He was clearly chewing gum and when the tip of his tongue danced against mine, it felt almost cold.
I had no idea what I was doing. I just tried to copy what he did, but when he ripped my shirt off, I didn’t know if I was allowed to do the same to him. I felt kind of vulnerable, standing there with my chest out while he was fully dressed, but at the same time, I liked the feeling that he was in complete control.
He slowly removed every piece of clothing I was wearing. It certainly shouldn’t have looked natural, but it did. I was his and I wanted him to play with me the way he wanted.
He touched me in places that made my entire body hum. My nipples, my belly button, the side of my thigh. He seemed to instinctively know where I needed to be touched, even before I did.
He told me to sit at the table, then knelt down to kiss and lick my balls. When he stood up, I noticed that he had somehow unbuttoned his belt and his pants, and his cock was sticking out of the fly of his pants.
Again, I’m no penis expert, but if I were, I imagine I’d describe his as a monster! In fact, I’m sure anyone would. If I wasn’t scared of the Scoutmaster himself anymore, I was certainly a little wary of the thing between his legs!
He leaned against the table and made it clear he wanted me to put it in my mouth. I confess the idea was very sexy, but I had no idea what to do when she was there. blow? To suck? To lick? How could I know?
So I just did what felt natural, and started running my lips up and down his shaft. The noises he was making suggested he was having fun, so I kept experimenting, listening to sounds that told me to keep going or try something else. It got a little scary sometimes, when he started to pump into me and I thought I was going to choke, but at the same time, it felt amazing to be pleasuring him.
