Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2012 20:05:41 -0800 (PST) From: Macout Mann Subject: ON MY HONOR 8 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 8 Ben Ben Atkins was thirteen and a half, actually five months shy of his fourteenth birthday. He was a little over five feet tall with dark hair and eyes but fair skin. He affected an innocent demeanor, but underneath was hard as nails. His family had moved to Poconola when he was twelve. When things didn't work the way his father had expected, he deserted Ben and his mother, and things had gone from bad to worse. Ben began life in Nashville. They had lived south of downtown, not far from Music Row, a section where Ben learned the facts of life very young. An older cousin had taken his cherry when he was ten and had taught him all he needed to know in order to pursue his present trade on the streets of Gulfport. He told his mother that he had lied about his age and was working at a video game store for tips. That accounted for variations in his pay, when he had bad nights. On good nights he withheld some of his loot to pass to her on bad nights. You could say that he was a very good son. The meeting with Dick Lincoln was very fortuitous. They met a couple of more times so that Lincoln could completely fill Ben in on Manly and the scouts. Then it was "showtime." Manly was helping out at his dad's store afternoons, so it was easy for Ben to make contact. He went shopping for a pair of jeans and made sure that Manly waited on him. He found some 501s the right size; and as Manly was ringing up the sale, he asked, "Aint you involved with that scout troop?" "Sure am," Manly proudly replied. He was really devoted to scouting. "How can you go about joining?" Ben innocently inquired. "Just show up," Manly said. "But I don't know anybody." Ben seemed pained. "Well, now you know me. I'll be glad to take you to a meeting," Manly offered. "Would ya?" Ben smiled. It was arranged. They met at The Fair Store the night of the troop's next meeting and Manly drove them the half mile to the Methodist Church, where the troop was headquartered. Manly was in his uniform, and Ben was wearing a tattered pair of jeans just small enough that his dick print was nicely accented. He managed to tug at his crotch several times. Manly asked him about himself, and Ben played the lonely son of a single mom to perfection. It turned out that there were a couple of boys from Ben's school in the troop. Ben acted like he was very interested in becoming a member. When the meeting was over, Manly offered to drive him home. "So you think you'd like to become a scout?" Manly asked. "Yeah, I sure would," Ben responded. "But...I dunno." Again his hand found its way to his crotch. "Dunno what?" "Well..." Ben's performance was worthy of an award. "I ought not to say...but I'm gay." He finally blurted it out. "Yall don't take gay guys, do ya?" Manly felt his dick start to stiffen as he giggled. "Shit, man," he said, "you just don't say nothing about it." His right hand also dropped to his joint. "I like to mess around too." "Do ya?" Ben sounded incredulous. Manly pulled to a stop in a dark spot. "You really been with guys?" he questioned. "Yeah. Not here, but back home," Ben admitted. Manly flicked off the headlights and turned his attention to the boy next to him. "Fuck," he exclaimed, "I'd of never thought it. But I've been looking at that bulge all night." He reached over for a feel. Ben's tool responded as expected. Soon Manly's nose was buried in Ben's scant pubic hair. It wasn't long before the Eagle Scout was drinking the younger boy's semen. Not long afterward the favor was returned. Ben met with Lincoln to report complete success with Manly Simms. He was to join the scouts and start working on his first merit badge, which would make him eligible to join Masters' group. Yes, Ben had already been told about the group. And Manly had arranged to meet Ben at his father's store after hours for more sex. Lincoln agreed to pay him half rate for those meetings, and gave Ben an extra ten for his good work in seducing Manly. Ben chose Salesmanship for his first merit badge. He thought that would be helpful in hustling or anything else he wanted to try. Manly got his father to agree to be Ben's counselor, and Manly himself would accompany Ben to the sessions. Ben made quick progress, using experience at The Fair Store to meet many of the requirements for the badge. Roger Simms was also impressed and said that when Ben came of age he'd surely give him a job at the store. Ben also fit in with the other scouts in the troop. From what he had learned from Lincoln, he knew about Eric Ziegler, Sammy Brent, and Jake Reynolds; and each of them seemed especially friendly. The boys he'd known from school had never paid much attention to him before, but now they were becoming good buddies. One evening he arrived at the storeroom to meet Manly and found Jake there also. "Jake loves it all," Manly announced. "I thought you'd like to share." "Yeah," Jake spoke up, "I been lookin' hard at that sexy bulge." "I've noticed," Ben grinned. He never forgot he was working for Mr. Lincoln, but that didn't stop him from enjoying the work. He motioned for Jake to feel what he had, and Jake didn't waste a second before grabbing a handful. Ben snapped the buttons on his 501s and Jake fell to his knees to taste his newest prize. "I love to watch a dude getting head," Manly volunteered. "D'you like to watch, Ben." "Dunno," Ben answered. "Never had the chance." "Well, just wait," Manly said. He enjoyed watching Jake suck, and Ben reveled in having his dick pumped. Ben finally took Jake's head in his hands and face-fucked the farm boy, his face expressing pure ecstasy as he dropped his hot load down Jake's throat. Manly had stripped and now shoved his rigid tool into Jake's face. "Now you can watch," he told Ben. Ben watched more than Manly getting a blowjob. He watched Jake take Manly up his ass. And for the first time he shared in a spit roasting. It was quite a night. For weeks Lincoln waited patiently, as Ben became more and more involved. In early February, he was awarded his Salesmanship merit badge, and so it was time for him to be brought into Masters' group. Ben had kept Lincoln fully informed about what was going on. Lincoln was a bit shocked on hearing the details; but he figured that Ben would be having man on man sex anyway, so what the hell? The night arrived for Ben's initiation. For the first time Ben was taken to the shack. The procedure was very much like it had been before, except that Ben, like Jake before him, was no virgin. So it was Masters himself who was first to savor the asshole of the group's newest member. No need to let the boy experience a smaller dick first. Masters relished the role. He loved to watch the changing expressions on the youngster's face as his prong scraped his partner's prostate. He loved to watch the lecherous expressions of the onlookers as he achieved satisfaction. He loved it all. Ben took Lincoln to see the shack and gave him a blow by blow (no pun intended) description of the earlier evening's events. Lincoln checked out where the windows were in relation to where Ben said most of the action occurred. Lincoln asked about light, and was told everybody must like to see every detail of the sucking and fucking. All the sockets had 150 watt bulbs in them. That pleased Lincoln. They decided to let Ben go to one more meeting before they acted. Lincoln wanted to know what a normal session was like. Ben reported that, since there was now an even number of participants counting Masters, they drew lots to see who would partner with whom, then later switched partners. Still later, after a second round of beers, Masters designated three boys to form a daisy chain for the enjoyment of the other three. Ben got to be "lucky Pierre."