Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2012 09:43:10 -0800 (PST) From: Macout Mann Subject: ON MY HONOR 4 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 4 Camping There was no meeting the following Wednesday. The boys gathered late Friday afternoon to go camping. They were all, even Masters, wearing cutoffs. Manly, as usual, was shirtless. They piled all the gear in the bed of Masters' pickup. Masters would drive, two of the boys would sit in the cab, the other three in back. They headed to a farm along the Wolf River that belonged to a friend of Masters, one of several sites he used that were great for campouts. This particular site was ideal, a grove of trees surrounding a grassy plot on the edge of the stream. Eric, Michael, and Sammy, who shared the truck bed, soon joined Manly in stripping off their shirts to deepen their already dark tans. At the campsite there was already a fireplace constructed, so all the boys had to do was unload the truck and set up the three tents they had brought. Normally, each scout would have his own tent, but this group obviously wouldn't need but the three. Their tasks completed everybody stripped and jumped into the muddy waters of the river. After their swim they sat on the bank and let the late afternoon sun dry their naked bodies. Masters produced five folded pieces of paper and announced that they needed to decide who would share what tent. He said he was number one. Whoever drew number two would share a tent with him. Three and four would share, as would five and six. Very democratic. Eric drew number two. Sammy and Manly would share the second tent, leaving Barry and Michael to share the other. That being decided, Masters broke out a case of beer and the boys started the fire in the traditional scouts' manner. They would have hot dogs roasted over the open fire for supper with watermelon for dessert. Masters knew there wouldn't be enough wood lying around to gather enough for the fire, so bringing kindling was one of the chores the four older members of the group had. The scoutmaster rationed the beer, so there would be enough for the entire trip. After supper the six of them played Captain-of-the-Flag until well after dark, not that three man teams made for a great game, but it was good exercise. The team led by Manly easily defeated the team led by Masters. Finally Masters brought out one of his porno books and selected Sammy to read a story from it. By the time he finished, there were six hard dicks around the campfire, and everybody was ready to hit the sack. Everyone had been naked since they stripped to go swimming. So when Sammy and Manly climbed into their tent, Manly simply asked, "What do you want? To be sucked, or do you want to fuck me?" "I'd really rather you suck my dick," Sammy said. Without another word Manly with one hand reached for Sammy's hard-on and gave it a few pumps. But Manly was really into giving as much pleasure as he could. So he also plunged his tongue into Sammy's ear, and with his other hand tweaked Sammy's nipples. A new experience for the younger boy. He was thrilled. Then Manly planted his lips on first one pec and then the other, back and forth, until Sammy was whimpering with pleasure. Manly licked his way down the twelve-year- old's well-developed chest and abs, before reaching the head of his rigid dick. Sammy was already in heaven when Manly's lips closed around Sammy's sausage and began to consume it. "Ahhh!" Sammy cried, as his dry orgasm overwhelmed his senses. "You liked that, did ya?" Manly asked. "Fuck yes," Sammy answered. "That's the way to have real sex," Manly instructed. "Do you like to be kissed?" "Dunno. Never done it." Manly drew Sammy's mouth to his and extended his tongue in to demonstrate how to do it. Manly wasn't thrilled, but he had been excited by Manly's tongue in his ear, so he responded that way. "That's good," Manly responded. "There's more to sex than just sucking and fucking." They played with each other's bodies, until Manly thought Sammy had recovered from his orgasm, then he said, "I want you to tongue my ass." "Do what?" "Don't worry. It's clean. Tongue my ass to get me ready to be fucked. I want your dick." Sammy did as he was told. It wasn't as gross as he expected it to be. In fact it really seemed to turn Manly on. He became more and more excited. finally whispering. "Fuck me now!" Sammy rammed his small tool home in one stroke. Meanwhile Eric had taken Duane Master's dick up the ass with a minimum of foreplay. "Do you like my dick up your ass as much as I like to feel teenaged ass around it, stud?" he asked between breaths. "Yeah, Duane, you fuck good," Eric panted. Then he added, "But experience is valuable in everything you do, aint it?" He was always the wiseass. In the third tent Michael enjoyed the ministrations of Barry's oral orifice, and Michael responded in kind. They were totally different in temperament but they fit together well... in more ways than one. Michael also shared a secret. "You know Clara Stebbins?" "Yeah, she's in my class. All the guys say she puts out," Barry answered. "Well, it's true," Michael said. "She let me fuck her last week." "Goddamn! What was it like?" "It was heavenly. Different from being with a guy, and in some ways better." After a while they all snuggled into the double sleeping bags Masters provided. This was one camp where reveille wasn't at six. When they did leave their tents the next morning, they first took a dip in the river and then reset the fire to cook breakfast. The morning was used for nature study. Masters always insisted that the campouts included proper activities. It made the boys feels better about the trips, and it also gave them a good answer, if their parents asked "what did you do at camp?" The afternoon included baseball practice, in which one boy would bat flies or grounders to test how well the others could field them. And there was more swimming. After supper they roasted marshmallows and drank more beer. Masters thought that was a stupid combination of things, but the boys seemed to like it. And this was the time that he gave his sex talks. Very straightforward, very scientific, about both boys and girls, everything your father failed to tell you. And he'd honestly answer any question any of the boys asked. Tonight the sleeping arrangements would be different. Number three would be in the tent with six. Number five with one. Number two with one. That put Sammy with Michael, Barry with Duane. Eric with Manly. Sammy really liked Michael. All the boys were good looking and had hot bods, but Michael had that "something." He looked sexy, he sounded sexy, his every movement was sexy. And if there were most beautiful dick contests, he'd win every one. Hard, it was straight and round, over six inches of veined caramel with a huge head and a prominent slit. There was electricity whenever he touched you. Sammy hoped that they could cuddle like he and Manly had the night before. And they did. First Michael suggested they get outside. "It's warm," he said, "let's go out on the river bank." As they lay in the open air feeling each other's hard bodies, Michael first said "I just love to feel the breeze on my skin, don't you?" "Does feel nice," Sammy murmured, "Not as nice as somebody touching you, though." "Do you think you're gay, Sammy?" "I haven't thought about it really. I do worry sometimes that what we're doing isn't right." "I know I like girls," Michael acknowledged, "but I like doing this too." His hand wandered to Sammy's balls. "Sure enough, Duane acts like a perv sometimes, but down deep he's o.k. "Do I freak you out?" "Oh no," Sammy answered. "I like you a lot, Michael." The moon emerged from behind a high cloud and highlighted the white midsections of both boys. The contrast between Sammy's chest and legs and area around his hips was considerably greater than Michael's. "You need to get naked in the sun more," Michael giggled. Then he bent over and kissed the younger boy's pecs and abdomen. Sammy did the same for Michael. "Suck me, man," Michael whispered. Sammy took Michaels splendid tool into his hot mouth and gave his all to pleasure the young Cajun. Michael began to face fuck Sammy, and soon gave up his seed, which Sammy gleefully swallowed. "I wish I could cum like that," Sammy said. "You will, pretty soon." Before they returned to their tent, Michael gave as good as he had received, but Sammy was still dry. As they passed Masters tent, they could hear Duane grunting. "Yeah," he cried, as he creamed in Barry's ass, "Love ya, boy. Take that, motherfucker!" "See," Michael told Sammy, "it's like I said. He can be a fucking pervert." Duane was humping Barry like there was no tomorrow. But tomorrow did come. They had a breakfast of link sausage, scrambled eggs, and grits. Then Masters led them in Sunday devotions. Duty to God as well as country. They sang "Praise God from whom all blessings flow" and read Proverbs and prayed that the Lord would bless their group. Masters gave a homily that urged that they treat others fairly and not be mean to boys they didn't like. After their devotions Masters had each boy talk about what they had learned from the camping experience. Manly was tempted to say that he'd learned Sammy didn't like to French kiss, but he played along with Duane's sham. He dreamed of the day when he could be like Masters. They all packed up and then took one final dip in the Wolf River. It was noon when they headed back to Poconola. Copyright 2012 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved.