The arrival of a new scout in our troop always brings a thrill of anticipation. Each new member offers a unique blend of potential—intelligence, strength, wit, or creativity. Occasionally, someone like Zac Steele comes along, embodying all these qualities, making the possibilities endless.
Zac possesses an extraordinary aura—tall, handsome, athletic, and confident, with an ambition and intelligence that sets him apart. Intrigued, I (Adam Snow) ensured I was chosen to oversee his pledge, a sacred and intimate moment between a scout and his leader, conducted behind closed doors. This ritual binds the scoutmaster and the scout in a lasting, unwritten contract, one I take very seriously.
As Zac greeted me, his immaculate appearance impressed me deeply. His neatly pressed shirt, perfectly angled cap, and precisely tied neckerchief spoke volumes about his character. An invisible force drew me to him, compelling me to find excuses to touch him, straightening his already impeccable uniform.
Standing before him, I felt a powerful attraction, my heart racing as I admired his firm, well-shaped body beneath the uniform. Zac remained composed, his gaze steady, making it difficult to discern his feelings. As I pulled away to retrieve the pin box, an energy passed between us. He recited the oath clearly, understanding the solemnity of his vow and the bond we were forming.
Our eyes met, and in that moment, I saw a softness and vulnerability in his gaze. I told him how handsome he was, and he looked away briefly, embarrassed but not angry. When our eyes met again, I saw his desire clearly. We shared a tentative kiss, his innocence evident despite his past experiences. The moment was beautiful, and I found myself undoing his shirt buttons, revealing his soft, firm skin.
Zac knelt before me, his face alight with determination. I undid my belt, and he tentatively cupped my growing erection, his eyes darting between my face and my bulge. With encouragement, he took me into his mouth, his technique improving with each movement. I guided him, thrusting deeper as his eyes widened.
I stood him up, pushing him against the table and removing his shorts. Kneeling behind him, I pressed my tongue against his hole, his gasps filling the room. Despite his nerves, Zac was ready. I entered him slowly, his tightness yielding to my gentle thrusts. His cries turned to moans of pleasure as I moved faster, our bodies syncing in rhythm.
We switched positions, and I laid him on his back, increasing the intensity. Standing, I drove deeper, feeling my control slip away as passion consumed me. With a final, powerful thrust, I released inside him, our bond sealed with a promise to protect and nurture him forever.
Scout Boys
SCOUT ZAC Vol. 1 – The Pledge
The arrival of a new scout in our troop always brings a thrill of anticipation. Each new member offers a unique blend of potential—intelligence, strength, wit, or creativity. Occasionally, someone like Zac Steele comes along, embodying all these qualities, making the possibilities endless.
Zac possesses an extraordinary aura—tall, handsome, athletic, and confident, with an ambition and intelligence that sets him apart. Intrigued, I (Adam Snow) ensured I was chosen to oversee his pledge, a sacred and intimate moment between a scout and his leader, conducted behind closed doors. This ritual binds the scoutmaster and the scout in a lasting, unwritten contract, one I take very seriously.
As Zac greeted me, his immaculate appearance impressed me deeply. His neatly pressed shirt, perfectly angled cap, and precisely tied neckerchief spoke volumes about his character. An invisible force drew me to him, compelling me to find excuses to touch him, straightening his already impeccable uniform.
Standing before him, I felt a powerful attraction, my heart racing as I admired his firm, well-shaped body beneath the uniform. Zac remained composed, his gaze steady, making it difficult to discern his feelings. As I pulled away to retrieve the pin box, an energy passed between us. He recited the oath clearly, understanding the solemnity of his vow and the bond we were forming.
Our eyes met, and in that moment, I saw a softness and vulnerability in his gaze. I told him how handsome he was, and he looked away briefly, embarrassed but not angry. When our eyes met again, I saw his desire clearly. We shared a tentative kiss, his innocence evident despite his past experiences. The moment was beautiful, and I found myself undoing his shirt buttons, revealing his soft, firm skin.
Zac knelt before me, his face alight with determination. I undid my belt, and he tentatively cupped my growing erection, his eyes darting between my face and my bulge. With encouragement, he took me into his mouth, his technique improving with each movement. I guided him, thrusting deeper as his eyes widened.
I stood him up, pushing him against the table and removing his shorts. Kneeling behind him, I pressed my tongue against his hole, his gasps filling the room. Despite his nerves, Zac was ready. I entered him slowly, his tightness yielding to my gentle thrusts. His cries turned to moans of pleasure as I moved faster, our bodies syncing in rhythm.
We switched positions, and I laid him on his back, increasing the intensity. Standing, I drove deeper, feeling my control slip away as passion consumed me. With a final, powerful thrust, I released inside him, our bond sealed with a promise to protect and nurture him forever.