Some boys are so cute that, when it’s time for their pledge ceremony, the only thing for the scoutmasters to do is draw straws, since Greek wrestling for the right to take a boy's cherry would be unseemly. Nicholas Michaels was absolutely one of those boys. Nicholas was so cute that “like a Renaissance angel” was not even exaggerating by much. This time, Scoutmaster Snow won the draw. He thought it was particularly appropriate since he knew the boy's parents. Of course, he knew Nicholas too, but not well. The Michaels family lived several houses down and across the street from the Snows. Nicholas’ mother had decided that Nicholas should join the scouts. She said he needed fresh air and some other boys to be friends with and strong male role models. Of course, the scouts would offer Nicholas all of those things, and he would certainly be a better young man for the experience. However, if the boy had any curiosity about taking a man’s cock in his ass, that would certainly not be discouraged, either. As it happened, it wouldn’t take too much effort, as far as Nicholas was concerned. He knew he wasn’t as obsessed with girls as a young man his age should be, and there were several boys at school that he wondered what it would be like to kiss. He wasn’t at all resistant to the idea of joining the scouts, either. When Scoutmaster Snow described the campouts the troop went on, they sounded fun. Scoutmaster Snow couldn’t honestly decide whether he thought Nicholas might be gay or whether he just thought a boy that cute was born to have a man’s cock in his hole, preferably his own.Overall, Nicholas enjoyed the camaraderie and didn’t think too deeply about it. He did notice that he really enjoyed the all-male company. He also noticed that there seemed to be an undercurrent of… something. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was just a vague suspicion that he was missing something. Little did he know that Scoutmaster Snow was about to show him that there were indeed things that he was missing out on. One very large thing in particular.Nicholas reported to Scoutmaster Snow’s tent exactly on time. The man’s cock had been hard almost constantly since he woke up that morning, and he was practically counting the minutes. When he heard the boy’s treble voice outside his tent announce himself with “Sir?” a thrill went through him. It was time. He came out of his tent to meet the young scout, who was looking cuter than ever.After a brief bit of chitchat, Scoutmaster Snow asked Nicholas to say the pledge, which the boy did flawlessly. The scoutmaster attached the coveted pin to the boy's collar. It was time. He stroked the boy’s cheek and then leaned in and kissed him. Nicholas was stunned. Not turned off. Not turned on. Just gobsmacked. Not getting any response, positive or negative, Scoutmaster Snow kissed the cute boy again. Thoughts spun in Nicholas’ head. He had just pledged to do “all that was asked of me,” although he had not exactly realized that kissing was on the list of possibilities.What Nicholas did realize was that his first kiss had not been bad. The man's beard tickled his face, but his lips were soft, and the tip of his warm tongue slipping between his own lips was unexpectedly arousing. He awkwardly kissed back. The scoutmaster pulled the cute boy into his arms, and Nicholas wrapped his own arms around the man’s broad chest.Scoutmaster Snow’s hands had slipped down the boy's back, grasping his firm buns, kneading the ass that he would soon be plundering, with hungry intensity. Nicholas chirped and sighed, overcome by the rush of sensations and the older man’s lusty enthusiasm. Unable to wait any longer, the scoutmaster pressed the boy’s shoulders, guiding him to his knees. The man quickly unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper, revealing his long, thick cock stretching the seams of his briefs.Nicholas was inexperienced but not clueless. He knew what was expected of him, but when his scoutmaster lowered his briefs, the boy gasped. He had never seen a cock besides his own and other boys' in the gym showers, where he tried not to look. Of course, they were not fully grown men, fully erect and ready to fuck either. Scoutmaster Snow rubbed it across the inexperienced boy’s lips, and Nicholas reached up to take the thick rod in his hand and began to lick it.It didn’t matter that the young scout didn’t know how to suck him, just seeing his cockhead disappear between the boy’s virgin lips was pleasure enough. The scoutmaster put his hand on the back of the boy’s head and began gently fucking his mouth. Nicholas just opened wide and let the horny man use him. In a way, he was relieved that he didn’t need to worry about doing it right.As good as the blowjob was, that is not what had kept Scoutmaster Snow lying awake turning his briefs soggy with pre-cum the night before. He helped the boy to his feet and quickly began undressing him. Nicholas had not even noticed the nearby table covered with a wool army blanket until his scoutmaster guided him over to it and had him brace his arms against it.It was Scoutmaster Snow’s turn to get on his knees and gasp at the sight of the boy’s pert, perfect ass cheeks. He spread them open to reveal the tight knot of his untouched hole and dove into it tongue first to begin opening it up for his cock. His fat rod was not ideal for opening up virgin boys, but he had learned how to make it fit. Having feasted until his jaw was getting tired, he stood up and prepared to take the boy.Nicholas shivered. This was all happening so fast! He certainly didn’t have losing his cherry to a family friend on his to-do list for today. At the same time, it was unfolding like a map. He had the pressure of just having sworn to do everything asked of him. So far, he had not exactly minded what was happening. He thought he might have enjoyed each step of it way more if he had time to fully process it. Having his ass eaten totally blew his mind. If he had ever imagined someone even doing that, he couldn’t have imagined how good it would feel.Now the boy was leaning over a picnic table, naked in the open air, with a man he only barely knew standing behind him, pressing the head of a hard cock that had only just been able to fit in his mouth into a place that couldn’t possibly fit. Scoutmaster Snow looked down at his cockhead nuzzling the boy’s tight virgin hole. He wanted to growl his impending masculine conquest aloud, but he didn’t want to scare young Nicholas anymore than he knew he already was. That would just make his hole clench tighter.The man slowly began to push. Nicholas, without being told to, instinctively tried to relax, or at least not resist. The boy’s body slowly lost its resistance, although it hardly loosened up. It was deliciously painfully tight around the scoutmaster's cock as he continued pressing in, bit by bit. Nicholas wailed as his hole stretched open, impossibly wide. The important thing for Scoutmaster Snow was that until the young scout yelled "stop," he wasn’t going to.Nicholas lay there on the table, his body impaled on the rod of warm living flesh that slowly began moving in and out of him. It was still very painful, and the sensation was very strange, but there was something about it that might actually feel good if his hole weren't stretched so tight. That tight fit was pure bliss for the scoutmaster. Each thrust was an unmistakable reminder that he was taking a virgin, turning the young man into a fuckboy that the other scoutmasters would enjoy their time with. They knew when this was supposed to happen. They could hear the boy bleating with each thrust across the camp. Their cocks chubbed up in anticipation. Scoutmaster Snow mightily tried to postpone the inevitable breeding, that meant the deed was done, but his swollen nuts would not be denied. Nicholas collapsed on the table with a sigh of relief as he felt the first of many warm, sticky loads of cum fucked deep into his hole.