I stood Ethan up to start his pledge. There’s something inherently erotic about placing an Elite Scout pin on a boy’s uniform. It’s a life-changing moment for him as he’s entering a world of adventure and excitement, but it’s also the moment when a boy begins his transition into real manhood.
With Ethan, the moment felt particularly loaded. It was full of lingering looks and subtle touches which became increasingly sexualized. Despite our history, we tried our best to maintain the decorum and ceremony that the moment required. But it didn’t last long.
I guess the tipping point happened when my hand drifted to his crotch. The boy was hard-as-a-rock down there, and as I ran my hand over the impressive bulge, he started moaning quietly.
Before I had the chance to properly congratulate Ethan on becoming an Elite Scout, we were kissing. His lips were rosy red and surprisingly cold. His clothes had clearly been recently laundered and his skin smelt and tasted clean and fresh. He was a great kisser. Better than our night in the tent! Perhaps he’d practiced with the other boys.
I started to undress him, knowing I shouldn’t have been doing what I was doing, but fueled by the absolute taboo of the situation. With every second, I wanted him more…
