Date: Tue, 19 May 2020 16:27:15 +0000
From: aaronjes497 <aaronjes497@protonmail.com>
Subject: On My Honor Part 1 (Young Friends)

On My Honor-1 by AJ

13 year old Ryan James McNeil stared out the window as the car pulled up
in front of the building. Here we go again, he thought. Another new town,
another new school. Sure the move was good for the family. Dad got a
better job and he finally got his own room. No more sharing with Noah. It
was getting harder and harder to find alone time now that he was getting
older, and he really needed his alone time. Ryan just hated starting over
again. He was quiet and had trouble making friends. It's not that he
didn't have friends, he had some great friends. He just didn't know how
he got them. This was going to be his 5th school and he already felt like
he didn't belong. It was going to be a bad day and he knew it.

"Ok RJ, don't forget your backpack. I'll pick you up right here after
school. Tomorrow you ride the bus though. Have a good day" his mother
said from the front seat. "Thanks" Ryan replied without much enthusiasm,
and wiggled out of the car to start the walk to his new home room.
Stepping into room 257 Ryan looked around. He was early and there was
only a few kids in class. "Hi sir" he said to the man sitting at the
desk, "I'm Ryan McNeil". "Ah Ryan, Welcome to Piermont Middle School.
Take a seat in row 3 desk 7" said Mr. Williams. Ryan gave a slight smile
and walked off to find his desk.

Being the new kid, Ryan's desk was at the back of the room. He didn't
mind that. He preferred to be in the background anyway and being at the
back meant he could see everybody else in the class and he wouldn't feel
like they were all staring at him. As it got closer to the start of
school, more and more kids started to find their desks. Ryan got nods and
some hey's from the people near him but for the most part he just kept
his head down. Ryan was looking at his schedule when he felt his whole
desk slide back a few inches as someone crashed into the desk in front of
him. He looked up into the ridiculously grinning face of Zack Foster.

"You're new" Zack said staring at Ryan with his head tilted to the
side as if looking at some odd animal at the zoo. "I know" Ryan said.
"Zack" "Ryan" the boys exchanged. As Zack opened his mouth to speak
again the bell rang and Zack spun around like he was on a gyroscope to
face front. Ryan listened as Mr. Williams called the role. "LaSalle,
here, Mason, here, MacKenzie, here, McNeil." "here" Ryan said in a
timid voice. Why did it always come out like that? Why couldn't he speak
up and just say here like everybody else? Why was it always squeeky like
that? Ryan knew the answer already and just sighed in his head. "Ryan
why don't you introduce yourself to the class a bit?" Mr. Williams
prompted. Ryan's eyes got big. He knew this was probably coming and it
was always the worst part. Everybody turned and looked at him. Zack spun
around so fast Ryan thought he would fall out of his desk. "Hi, I'm
Ryan" he said. "We just moved back here from Germany. I like soccer and
riding bikes and stuff." "Thank you Ryan. Next time speak up so the
whole class can hear" said Mr. Williams. Ryan looked up and saw that
goofy grin on Zack's face again. Great first day and somebody already
wants to make fun of me. As Mr. Williams continued with the role and
morning announcements, Ryan just stared at what was in front of him lost
in his own thoughts. "It's a nice school. Hope I don't get lost today.
Wonder what they are doing in science. He's got really nice hair. It
looks soft and I like the way it's all messy." Ryan was staring at the
back of Zack's head. "Ah crap. Come on dude keep it together" Ryan
thought to himself. It was going to be a bad day and he knew it.

The rest of the morning went ok. Nothing special. Ryan liked most of his
teachers except Mrs. Astrof his math teacher. She yelled at him when he
sat in someone elses' desk, she yelled at him when he didn't have a
pencil just a pen, she yelled at him when he solved the problems the way
he knew and not her way. He still got the right answer, what was the big
deal?  He sat alone at lunch and didn't talk to anybody while he ate the
dry chicken nuggets they served. After social studies, he had the class
he was most dreading, maybe besides math now, gym. The coach assigned him
a locker and he went and sat on the wooden bench in front of it. He
slowly took his new gym shorts and t-shirt out of his bag. Everybody had
to wear the same navy shorts and white t-shirt with their last name
written on it. As Ryan placed his things in the locker he glanced over to
his left and saw Zack putting on his shoes after dressing. Ryan looked at
Zack and roamed his eyes up his legs. They were thin and nice with no
hair that he could see. Of course with Zack's light blond hair maybe he
just couldn't see them. He also has a really nice butt thought Ryan.
Zack stood up and turned to leave. Ryan locked eyes with him and gave a
small smile. Zack looked at him confused turned and walked off to the
gym. Ryan had to wait a minute before he finished dressing to let things
cool down. That's all he needed on his first day was to get caught with
a boner.

Out in the gym, the class was getting ready for a game of dodge ball.
Ryan wasn't the best athlete but he was ok and he felt like he needed to
burn off some energy after all the stress of the new school. The coach
broke the class in half and brought out two racks of balls. Ryan and Zack
were on different sides. At the whistle all the boys ran to the racks and
grabbed a ball and quickly backed away from the middle line. Ryan moved
left and right as balls came wizzing over the line. He was doing pretty
good staying moving while carrying his ball. Ryan watched Zack as he
nailed another boy right in the chest. He had a look of pure
concentration on his face. It was a far cry from the goofy kid Ryan had
met this morning. One by one the sides thinned out and finally it was
down to just 6. Three on each side. Both Ryan and Zack were in the mix.
It was clear that Zack was the best player on the other side. Ryan
thought that if he could get Zack out he would be the hero of his side.
As Zack stepped up to throw at a kid to his right, Ryan pulled back and
chucked his ball as hard as he could from Zack's left. Just as the ball
was getting to him Zack turned toward the throw and the ball caught him
full in the face. Zack's legs came out from under him and he went down
hard on his back on the wood gym floor. "Foster!" yelled the coach as
Zack sat up and shook his head. "locker room, now! Put some ice on that
face" Ryan stood mortified at what happened. He begin to go over to Zack
as he walked toward the locker room wanting to apologize. That's when he
felt the ball hit his leg. "McNeil! Out! Go to the bleachers." Yelled
the coach again. Ryan watched as Zack continued to the locker room and
turned to glare back at him as he held the side of his face. "So much
for that goofy smile. It was going to be a bad day and he knew it."
thought Ryan.

The rest of the day went the same way as any other school day goes in any
other school anywhere does. Fine. Ryan had some homework to do but not a
lot and he finished quickly. After a rushed dinner with the family, Ryan
was standing in his room looking at his bed. "How much to wear?" he
pondered. "shirt....check, pants...just jeans this time, belt.....check,
socks....just regular to go with my sneakers, sash.......no not this time.
As he was laying out what to put on, Noah came wondering into the room.
"Hey" Noah said. "What's up twerp?" Ryan said with a grin. "Can you
help me with my scarf? It never looks right." Ryan turned Noah around so
he was facing away from him. He took the scarf and laid it on his back
covering the top of the blue shirt. Ryan then pulled the ends around
front and slid the tie up around his neck. "There ya go. You need to
make sure the point is centered in the back" Ryan said. "Thanks"
replied Noah. "you're way better at that then me." "Just takes
practice. You'll get there twerp." Ryan quipped. Noah watched as his
big brother put on his tan shirt. "No OA sash?" asked Noah. "Naw it's
just a regular meeting and I have my pocket patch sewn on now." replied
Ryan. "Besides I don't know anything about these guys and how strict
they are." Noah nodded in understanding. "Boys Lets go! You're going
to be late!" yelled their mother from downstairs.

Ryan ran down the school hall to the cafeteria, it was 7:35. A train, how
did they get stuck by a train?! He slowed as he approached the doors and
carefully pushed them open. He stepped into the large space and
immediately stopped. "........to God and my country and obey the scout
law; to help other people at all time; to keep myself physically strong,
mentally awake; and morally straight. Too" Ryan lowered his hand and
relaxed his stance as he looked around. There were 3 groups of boys lined
up. Two groups of seven and one group of five. The SPL was standing
facing everybody and reading some announcements. A man approached him and
stuck out his left hand. "You must be Ryan. I'm Mr. Hart the
scoutmaster." Ryan shook it and said "yeah I'm new." Stupid, stupid,
stupid of course he knows you're new Ryan yelled at himself. Mr. Hart
just smiled down at the boy. "Let's see" he said looking over Ryan's
uniform. "1st class and OA I see. Ordeal or brotherhood?" asked Mr.
Hart. "Just ordeal so far." Replied Ryan. "Very good. I think we will
put you in the elephant patrol they have the fewest members and are all
about the same place as you. David is the Senior Patrol Leader and Zack
will be your patrol leader." Ryan looked at the smallest line of guys.
There at the end with a ridiculously goofy grin on his face was Zack
bouncing on his feet unable to keep still. The boy he had smacked in the
face with a dodge ball only hours before. It was going to be a bad day
and he knew it." Ryan thought.

Ryan walked over and stood next to Zack as the SPL finished talking. "ok
guys, we are going to break into our patrols and work on getting ready
for the camp out this weekend." said David "Make sure everybody gets an
assignment." The boys of the elephant patrol sat down and all turned to
look at Ryan. His face went red immediately and he put his head down.
"Hi I'm Luke." said a dark haired boy who looked younger then Ryan.
"I'm Fred but everybody calls me Derf since my Dad's name is Fred
too." replied a light brown haired boy who was 13 as well. "and this is
Sean, and Andy." Derf said indicating the two boys sitting across from
them. Ryan looked up at the last boy to speak. "I'm Archabaldis,
Montclair, Rasputin, Joziah, Foster" He said with a grin. "Shut up
Zack" Laughed Andy. "You're such a dork." "Hey is that anyway to
talk to your patrol leader? Besides Ryan and me already know each other.
He's in my home room." Zack's silliness made Ryan less self conscious
and he looked up and smiled. The boys got down to business of planning
for the camp out. Ryan was going to be in charge of the fire and picking
out the site where they setup camp.

As the meeting was ending Zack and Ryan found themselves alone standing
apart from the others. "Sorry about the ball. I didn't mean to." Ryan
said "Huh what ball? Did you bring a ball? My Mom's on here way but I
guess we could kick it around a little." Zack replied looking confused.
"No, in gym the ball I threw at your head. I was aiming for your chest
and you turned and....." "YOU!" Zack yelled. "you're the one?" Zack
doubled over in laughter when he came back up there were tears in his
eyes from laughing so hard. "I'm really really sorry at least you
don't look hurt." said Ryan worried about Zack's response. "oh no,
you did plenty of damage! He has a black eye. I'm not in your gym class
you nut. My brother Oliver is. We're identical!" Ryan just stood there
with his mouth open staring at Zack. Identical twins? So it wasn't Zack
I hit? Zack saw the look on Ryan's face and started laughing harder and
put his hand on Ryan's shoulder. "Don't worry about it. He's not mad.
Well he is but not about the black eye. He's mad you got him out of the
game. He's super competitive. Wait till I tell him somebody from our
troop did it!" giggled Zack. "Wait, he's in this troop to?" asked
Ryan. "Oh yeah. You're going to be seeing a lot of the Foster
brothers." replied Zack. "But this isn't going to do. Your jib line is
crooked and we can't have that." "My what?" asked Ryan. Zack just
smiled and reached for Ryan's belt. He pulled it around so it was in
line with the zipper on his pants. Next he put both hands on Ryan's
torso and turned his shirt so the buttons lined up with his belt. "Much
better. I have to make sure my guys dress as good as they look." Zack
said and walked off.

Later that night Ryan was laying in bed with his hand wrapped around his
hard spike. He touched my belt and said I looked good. Did he mean it
like that or was he just being goofy? Ryan wondered as he continued to
move his hand up and down. With each stoke his thoughts became less
organized less words and more images popped into his head. All the guys
he saw in gym class including apparently Oliver, the boys standing in
their uniforms, the last image Ryan saw as a watery trickle burst from
his dick was of a boy with a goofy grin. Satisfied, at least for now,
Ryan slowly drifted off to sleep. Maybe today wasn't so bad after all.
But I bet tomorrow will be bad. I just know it.