Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2012 10:20:12 -0800 (PST) From: Macout Mann Subject: ON MY HONOR 3 This story is about sexual activity between boy scouts and a scoutmaster. It is total fiction. There is no Poconola, MS. Any resemblance between persons or events depicted and actual persons or events is purely coincidental. If you are offended by depictions of explicit homosexual activity, or if you are underage, please do not read further. Otherwise, the author invites you to enjoy the story and to respond with comments or criticisms. The author would especially appreciate responses from readers who have been involved in scouting. All email will be answered. Please address macoutmann@yahoo.com. Also, please remember that nifty.org needs your support to keep this service available to all. Please donate what you can. "ON MY HONOR..." by Macout Mann Chapter 3 Sammy Joins the Group Sammy's mother was pleased that Mr. Masters was taking such an interest in her son. That's the way it is in small town America. The next Wednesday evening she saw him off to his first meeting with the group. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt and the tattered jeans that were in fashion. The other boys had come a few minutes early to plan for Sammy's induction into the group. There were three of them other than Manly Simms. Barry Latimer was a fifteen year old red head, round faced with freckles and glasses. He was a bookworm, but still was well liked by other kids. Eric Ziegler was a tall, nordic-looking fourteen-year-old. Blue eyed, blond haired, with a long face and regular features. Michael Renaud was a Cajun lad, also fourteen, with the dark hair and brown eyes typical of the breed. Michael exuded a sexual vitality that made him the target of every girl in his age group. Manly arrived shirtless. He loved to show off his torso all over town. The others got bare-chested as soon as they arrived. All wore jeans except for Masters who was in very short cutoffs. Masters was very democratic. Although he reserved certain initiation activities for himself, he let the boys draw lots to see who would demonstrate what for their new member. When Sammy knocked, Manly answered the door, welcomed him by cupping his balls, and then removed the younger boy's shirt. "You need to start to get comfortable," he said. Masters and the other boys already had a beer and one was also opened for Sammy. They sat and chatted about nothing in particular until they had finished their brews. Then Masters ordered the group into a circle, and each reached out to feel the crotches of the guys next to him, while they recited the Scout Oath, "On my honor I will do my best To do my duty to God and my country and to obey the scout law; To help other people at all times; To keep myself physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight." It seemed weird to Sammy, but he didn't really know what to expect. They all sat down, and Masters started things off by saying, "You all know Sammy Brent. He's been working with me on his first merit badge. That's also how the rest of you were introduced to our group." "Yeah. And it's the most exclusive group in the troop. It's an honor when Duane invites you," Manly chimed in. "And I'm glad you all feel that way," Masters continued, "and by the way, Sammy, when our group meets, you should all call me `Duane.' "Now we meet to have fun and to demonstrate activities that real men engage in. Nothing that happens in our meetings must ever be talked about outside, because a lot of people don't understand. But I think you already know that, don't you Sammy?" "Y...yessir," Sammy bleated. "Good. Now later, we'll plan our next campout, weekend after next, but first I want you to show Sammy some things." Barry was sitting next to Michael. Without saying a word Barry reached over and pushed the other boy down, unbuckled his belt and opened his fly, revealing a handsome dick and balls. He pulled the jeans completely off, and then took Michael's already hardening tool into his hands. "Sammy," he said, "a hard dick's gotta be the most beautiful thing in the world. Then he added, "And Cajun dick has gotta taste the best." Sammy watched transfixed as Barry swallowed Michael and began to work him up to a hot orgasm. "Yeah man, suck that fucker," Michael repeated in his Louisiana French sing song. "Yeah man, I'm cumin'." Sammy knew about cum, but he'd never seen it. He was fascinated as Michael's seed gushed from the sides of Barry's mouth, and he licked it off his chin. Then he became aware that he was the only one in the room that wasn't naked. But not for long. Manly approached and started to remove his jeans, saying "I like those holes, man, but when you come to meetings, leave off those briefs. Wear underwear anyplace else if you want, but we freeball around here. Makes things a whole lot easier." In short order Sammy was bareassed, and his "fruits of the loom" were in the wastebasket. Michael's face was between his legs. "Want to know what it feels like?" he asked. He didn't wait for an answer. Sammy was overwhelmed by the feeling of lips around his manhood. Michael sucked for only a minute or two, when his place was taken by Barry, later by Eric, and finally by Manly who brought him to his first glorious climax. "You loved that didn't you?" Manly asked. "Don't worry, you'll be shooting off soon enough." Things were happening at breakneck speed. Sammy was led to the armchair where Masters was sprawled. "Your turn, now, Sammy," he said. One of the other boys guided Sammy to Masters' huge prong and directed, "Eat it, man." "Careful," Masters said, "don't bite John Henry. He doesn't like that. "Take it all, Sammy. You can do it. That's it. "Now suck. Doesn't that excite you? Oh, it feels so good!" Sammy got into the spirit of the thing. And to heighten the experience he felt another boy's balls being rubbed up and down his back, a leering face to the right of his, another to its left. "You're doing good," they told him. "Use your tongue too." "John Henry's getting ready," Masters panted. "Yes. Swallow that cum, Sammy." A gush of salty, pungent liquid filled Sammy's mouth. He was surprised that it didn't taste bad. There was an ample amount and he swallowed almost all of it. The two boys on either side of him licked up what he didn't swallow. Then they pleasured him by nibbling his young pecs. "You're a real man, now, Sammy," Masters smiled with satisfaction. Now, Manly approached Eric and rubbed a hand full of jell between his cheeks. "I want you up my ass right now," Eric coaxed. "And I'm goanna stick ya right now," Manly replied. "I need to get off, motherfucker." Their playacting had the desired effect on Sammy. His dick was again at full mast as he watched, totally immersed in the scene before him. Manly rammed his tool up Eric's chute and Eric took it without so much as a grunt. These boys all had well-used holes. Manly began to pound Eric's ass and Eric asked for more. "Fuck me harder man. Hit my sweet spot," he cried. "Take that cock. Yes, feel it. I need..." Manly rammed his prong home and released at least five cum squirts into Eric's colon. "Yes," he shouted. "Yes," Eric repeated. Sammy's two companions had kept him on a high as they watched the performance. He was ready for anything. "Sammy," Manly now stated, "it's your turn. And you're lucky. Eric has the smallest dick of the four of us." Sammy didn't protest as he was rolled onto his back, and Manly inserted a well-lubed finger into his anus. "And you've got the tightest ass I've ever seen," Manly continued. "It'll hurt at first, son," said Masters, "but then it'll feel heavenly." "And Duane ought to know," Michael giggled. They all watched as Sammy's ass was prepared, then he was turned onto his back and instructed to lift his legs. He did as he had watched Eric do earlier. Barry and Michael were on their knees next to Sammy to encourage him. Eric slipped the head of his dick into Sammy's hole. "Eee!" yelled Sammy.. "Try to relax," Masters commanded. Eric pressed a bit deeper. "Eee!" Deeper. "Eee!" Finally, Eric's dick was buried in Sammy's ass. Eric waited for him to become accustomed to it. After a minute or so, "Ahh," was Sammy's response. Eric didn't pound Sammy's ass like Manly had pounded his. He was gentle and slow. He allowed Sammy to become used to the in and out. Then Sammy exclaimed, "Fuck me harder!" Masters chuckled to himself. He knew he had himself a boy whore. Eric did increase the tempo of his strokes and soon dropped his load into the group's newest member. Then, Eric cuddled with Sammy, as the two of them watched the others further relieve their pent up urges. Masters rammed Manly. Barry fucked Michael. Then they all got dressed, except that Sammy's briefs remained in the waste basket, where Mrs. Masters would find them the next day. They sat and discussed the forthcoming camp out. Where would they go? Who would bring what? Since it would be his first time, Sammy wouldn't have any responsibilities. It was as if what had gone on during the previous hour had never happened. The next day Sammy had a serious case of "buyer remorse." He went from feeling total shame to an overwhelming desire to repeat the entire experience. He and his father had never had the "birds, bees, and flowers" talk, and his family wasn't what you'd call "religious," but Sammy knew from being around other boys that "fucking your buddy" just wasn't the thing to do. On the other hand, Mr. Masters, or Duane, was a respected civic leader, and none of the boys he'd been with were sissies by any means. And they all acted like what they were doing was the most natural thing in the world. He visited Mr. Masters the following Saturday. The scoutmaster followed his usual procedure. They went over what was necessary for the fishing merit badge and set up a schedule to accomplish the requirements. Sammy got his usual warm feeling about Mr. Masters and how interested he was in Sammy's welfare. They sat together on the sofa and drank their usual brew. "Did you like your introduction to our little group?" Masters finally asked. I gotta admit I've had some bad feelings about it all," Sammy said. "But I...I sure had fun." Masters chuckled as he responded, "It's natural to have second thoughts. But believe me, most men sooner or later get involved with other men, because it does feel so good. They just don't talk about it, because...well, we're all so hypocritical. It's nothing to be ashamed of. You don't think a boy like Manly would be involved, if it was wrong, do you?" No, but it's confusing sometimes." Masters felt through the thin fabric of the boy's jeans. He could tell he was commando. He could also tell he was becoming excited. "I feel so grateful that I can help you boys come into your own." Moments later Masters was bringing the boy to a pre-pubescent climax. He didn't ask Sammy to reciprocate. He had to be brought along slowly. At their meeting the following Wednesday, Sammy felt Masters' dick up his ass for the first time. Somehow it didn't hurt as bad as Eric's smaller one had the week before, and Masters' practiced technique gave the boy maximum pleasure. Sammy also tasted cum from all four of the other boys. His indoctrination was complete. Copyright 2012 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved.