Last month, I discovered that day had finally come. Scoutmaster Starr came to tell me the good news and the date was set for the ceremony, which in our troop is a very private moment between a Scoutmaster and a scout. I was pleased that Scoutmaster Starr was gonna be over-seeing my pledge and very excited for it to happen. I’ve seen boys going into the main office for their enrollment and coming out, pins proudly displayed on their shirt collars, seeming about a foot taller.

I’ve practiced my pledge so many goddamned times. I do it religiously every evening when I get back from school. I take a shower and then I stand in front of the mirror in my room, dressing myself as carefully as I can, occasionally taking a little step back to admire the proper man looking back at me, before reciting the pledge, first under my breath, and then good and loud; “on my honor, I will do my best…”

My dad overheard me once and knocked on the door. Man, he looked so proud when he saw me, in my uniform, reciting my oath. Then, of course, he got all wistful, telling me he was envious of all the fun that was about to hurtle into my life before rushing off to his room. He came running back holding a beautiful brown leather belt with ornate patterns, like feathers or leaves, carved into it, and the coolest silver buckle. He handed the belt to me, tears in his eyes, and told me his dad had presented it to him when he entered the Elite Scouts and that the time had finally come for me to take it.

Later, I carefully pushed the belt between the loops of my uniform pants and fastened it. I felt so smart. So hot! The more I looked at myself, the better the sight became. I was suddenly aware of the tightness of my pants on my thighs, the way my shirt was clinging to my body, and then the absolute manliness of the belt defining my waist. I felt my dick beginning to twitch, then immediately stiffen, nudging against the inside of my pants. I cupped the bulge in my hand. I liked how it looked and felt and it suddenly struck me that one of the possible definitions of becoming a man is learning not to be scared of the thing between your legs.

Anyway, from then on, every time I so much as even looked at that belt, I got hard.

The big day came. It coincided with our first day at summer camp. Scoutmaster Starr told me that doing it in the woods would make it all the more special, explaining that the ceremony would happen as soon as the others left the camp to go orienteering for the day.

Once alone, he instructed me to dress myself with care and told me to report to the office tent in half an hour. I dressed myself so slowly, wishing there was a mirror but knowing I’d practiced so many times that nothing could go wrong. I went over my pledge for the billionth time; “to keep myself physically strong, mentally awake and obedient to all that is asked of me.” Then I put the neckerchief on, and then the cap.

Scoutmaster Starr appeared from absolutely nowhere. I must have been nervous, because his arrival made me jump out of my skin. He seemed to find that quite amusing, and then he just stood for a few moments, smiling at me, almost like he was, I dunno, taking it all in.

He gestured silently for me to take the pledge, so I held the scouts’ salute and said all the words, in the right order, clearly and without hesitating. Phew! He smiled broadly and winked at me, before opening a little box and removing that all-important pin. He stood real close as he pinned it to my shirt pocket and I felt a rush of excitement.

Then, bang, there it was, my dick was rampant, seemingly screaming at my pants to get out of its way! I figured it was best to keep eye contact with Scoutmaster Starr. If he was looking at me, his eyes wouldn’t be able to drift down to my crotch and witness what was surely the most inappropriate erection of the 21st Century.

The fundamental problem was that the moment I started looking into his eyes, I realized how incredibly beautiful they were; blue, intense, equal parts wisdom, authority and naughtiness. He started to fuss with my uniform. He was watching me. His face suddenly seemed different. Softer. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. I didn’t want to break eye-contact. I didn’t want to lose the moment. I wanted to get lost in him.

Now I’m a good Mid-Western boy, so I have never kissed anyone before, but it suddenly felt like I was about to do just that. Time was standing still somehow and our lips were just a couple of inches apart. I tilted my head instinctively and then, all of a sudden, his lips brushed against mine. His breath smelt minty. The stubble on his upper lip tickled me a little, but I was surprised by how gentle the whole thing felt.

I tentatively put my hand on his side as we kissed. Just the sensation of touching his hip made me shiver uncontrollably. He smiled. I was trying to play it real cool but he must have known I was nervous. He stood behind me and pulled me into him. He’s taller than me by a good three inches and I suddenly felt really small. I actually liked the sensation.

He ran his hands gently up and down my arms, making my hairs stand on end and my dick stand to attention. Then he began to unbutton my shirt and I heard myself gasping. He grabbed my belt buckle, and, in one crazy hot move, tore my dad’s belt from around my waist, flinging it to the ground with a metallic thud. The thought of my dad’s belt being so casually removed and so unceremoniously flung aside should have made me angry but it somehow felt exciting and naughty. It was like Scoutmaster Starr was taking the reins of power from my dad.

He took his big hat off. We kissed again, somehow more full-lipped, and I began to feel a sensation of want. I wanted to see and touch every part of his body. I wanted to impress him. Above anything else, I wanted to take his fucking clothes off. I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it apart. His chest was tanned and beautifully shaped. He looked like a model or something. I melted into him as we kissed, flesh pressed against flesh. I swear I could feel his heart beating.

He spoke. He told me I couldn’t tell anyone what we were doing. But I wouldn’t have. This was special. It was our secret; one I’d be proud to keep forever. It felt kinda hot that he’d said it, though. It made me kiss him so hard.

Then something inside me stirred and I felt myself dropping to my knees. It was like a primordial instinct was taking over. I wanted to unzip his pants and see his dick close up, so I did just that, savoring every moment.

Man, it looked huge in his underpants. I’ve never seen a hard cock up close. I’ve not seen one from a distance either, to be honest, except my own, but I wanted it so bad. I pulled his underpants down and it sprang up in my face. I knew I had to get my mouth around it but genuinely wasn’t sure if I’d get it in there. A clear liquid was dripping from the tip which I knew I wanted to taste, and then I was sucking it, trying to get as much of it into my mouth as I could while listening intently for his reactions to see if I was getting it right. I kept choking on it, which made me embarrassed, but I think he quite liked that.

There was a wooden desk in the tent. I know it sounds crazy, but the office tent is quite grand. It’s a semi-permanent structure. Starr took me by the hand and got me to lean against the desk, like he wanted me to present my ass to him for inspection. So I gave him the full works, putting one leg up on the table so that my butt stuck out a little more.

Then it was his turn to kneel and I could not believe what he did. He actually pushed his tongue into my hole. My butt hole! The sensation made me gasp, initially out of shock and an element of repulsion, but then, I dunno, this tingle went right up my body which seemed to start from my balls, and from then on, I couldn’t get enough of what he was doing. I wanted his tongue deeper and deeper inside me and then, when he pushed a finger in, I was in heaven. True, unadulterated, intensely blissful heaven.

He worked over my hole for what felt like an age; fingering me, tonguing me, thumbing me, while murmuring words of encouragement until I was gasping uncontrollably…