Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2013 09:43:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: ON MY HONOR 12

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.

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			     "ON MY HONOR..."

			      by Macout Mann


				Chapter 12
			      In the Interim



Logic may have been on Manly's side, but the law wasn't.

His father and Atty. Perryman tried to talk some sense into him, but he
still believed that his buddies would support him and that he could
convince a jury that consensual sex between teens wasn't something you send
somebody to prison for.  "I'm going to plead `not guilty,'" he insisted.

In near panic Roger Simms called Broderick Bellingrath.  "We can't convince
my son to compromise," he said.  "Won't you continue to represent him?"

"I'll take your money, if you want," Bellingrath said, "but there's no way
he can get off.  I'm not even sure we could get bail for him.

"I'd suggest you withdraw your support.  Let the judge appoint someone to
defend him and see if he changes his tune then.  If he has no one to post
bond for him, and he sees he'll rot in jail until the trial date, maybe
then he'll come around."

"I couldn't do that," Simms replied.

"Then let him plead," Bellingrath instructed.  "Perryman can handle that,
and he can probably do a better job than I could in convincing the judge to
allow bail.  I'll talk to Perryman and see if he can get the prosecutor to
keep the plea bargain on the table."



With the news of Masters' guilty plea the town's attitude toward the
Lincoln family did change.  They were still treated as outsiders, but the
community's hostility abated, and Noah was invited to return to the scout
troop.  He said that he probably would...later on.

There had been a minimum of publicity about the other boys that were
involved, so they were not greatly affected.  Some folks who knew them well
treated them like soiled merchandise.  Others felt bad that they had been
mistreated.  But generally no big thing was made of their situation.  They
were all aware, however, that they could still be prosecuted.



At his arraignment, Manly pled "not guilty," and after Perryman gave the
court assurances that Mr. Simms would carefully supervise his son's
whereabouts, bond was set at $25,000, and Manly was freed, having had to
suffer only one additional assault by Chester Maynard.

Trial was set for August 13, a little more than four months away.  Bill
Arnold was sure that before then Manly would be convinced to accept the
plea bargain, but he would be ready.  Bellingrath had still not officially
joined the defense team, but Perryman would rely totally on the more
experienced trial lawyer.

Although they had accepted that Masters was the worst sinner God ever
created, the townspeople's attitudes toward Manly varied widely.  Some felt
that he had to be a co-predator as bad as Masters, others that he had been
duped by Masters just as the others had been.  Still, no one treated him
like he had been treated before his indictment.  His dad no longer had him
work at The Fair Store.

He did make frequent clandestine trips to the Reynolds farm, careful not to
be seen by Jake's mom.  There were plenty of places, however, that he,
Jake, and his brothers could frolic unseen.

One sunny afternoon his car slowly drove down the farm-to-market road that
passed the Reynolds' house and paused at a small creek that snaked through
the property.  He knew if anyone had seen him, he would have company soon.
If not, he would retrace his route and in time one or more of the boys
would notice him.  He walked a few paces down the creek, shirtless as
usual.  He was very proud of his toasty-brown torso.  He stretched out on
the creek bank and relaxed, laying open the fly of his 501s to display his
ample hard-on.

Shortly he was joined by Jake, who stripped bare and lay next to Manly,
nuzzling his pit and nibbling his pecs.  "Hi," the youngster said, "I've
been hoping you'd come by."

"So you been horny too?" Manly grinned, as he tugged on the boy's boner.

"I'm horny all the time," Jake answered.  He kissed his way down Manly's
fledgling trail and took the older boys dick in his hungry mouth.  He
tongued Manly's piss slit, licked his shaft, and began to massage his tool
with practiced lips.

"Yeah, eat that motherfucker," Manly moaned.

"But don't bite," another voice said.  It was Sandy, Jake's seventeen year
old sibling.  "I believe my little brother really likes dick," he laughed.

"You'd know, if anybody would," Manly retorted.

"Sure enough, but at least I fuck gals too."  Sandy was very popular with
the girls.  At almost six feet, with blond hair and azure eyes he was
striking looking.

"Well, I can get all the satisfaction I need without pussy," Manly
admitted.

"And that's why you're goanna make such a good jailbird," Sandy laughed.

Meanwhile, Jake hadn't missed a beat, his head bobbing up and down on
Manly's rod.

"I got work to do," Sandy said.  Still, he pulled his pole from his jeans
and added, "but I can take a short break for a blow job."  He straddled
Manly and lowered his body so that his dick touched the lips of the
eighteen-year-old.  Manly was getting it and giving it.

Sandy fucked Manly's face with gusto, as his brother accelerated the pace
of his sucking.  Manly erupted into Jake's throat, and Jake swallowed all
of his load before giving Manly's dick a final swish with his tongue.
"Man, that was fucking heavy!" Jake exclaimed.

All Manly could do was gurgle in response.

"That means you did good," Sandy said as he continued to plunge in and out
of Manly's mouth.  Soon he fed spoonfuls of his cream to the eagle scout.
"And I did good too," Sandy continued.  "Drink it all.  You'll be taking it
both places when you get to the joint."

"I aint going to no joint," Manly said.  "I'm goanna beat the fucking rap.
I just know it."

"Well," Sandy said, "I do have to get back to work or Dad will be having my
ass.  Yall have fun."  He disappeared as quickly as he had arrived,
stuffing his dick back in his jeans as he left.

"You goanna get me off?" Jake asked.

"You better believe it," Manly said.  "I'm goanna suck you first and then
I'm goanna fuck that sweet ass."



Broderick Bellingrath came to Poconola quite often over the next few weeks.
He deposed everybody on the prosecution's witness list and talked
informally to anyone who would speak with him.  He was very laid back,
especially with the boys.  He made it clear that he didn't personally care
what anybody did with their dick; he was just trying to find out the truth.
He wracked his brain to search for some workable defense.  He found none.

August 13 arrived.  Judge Stearn was to preside.

The American legal system being what it is, each state has its own
peculiarities.  In Mississippi, Circuit Courts have jurisdiction over
felony cases.  But some felony cases may be referred to County Courts for
trial at the discretion of a Circuit Judge.  A case tried in County Court
may then be appealed de novo to the Circuit.  But Masters had pled to a
lesser crime.  For that reason Judge Stone, who would otherwise have heard
Manly's case, assigned it to be heard in County Court.

Roger Simms wanted to attire Manly in the finest suit and tie that could be
found in Jackson or New Orleans.  Bellingrath insisted that he be "the All
Mississippi Boy."  He came to court in the finest rags sold at the Fair
Store, tan jeans and a knit shirt with no logo over the heart.

"All rise.  Court is now in session, the Honorable Aaron Stone, presiding."

"The State versus Manly Noble Simms."

"William Arnold for the prosecution, your honor."

"Mason Berryman and Broderich Bellingrath for the defense, your honor."

"Is the defendant in court?"

"He is, your honor."

"Let us proceed.  Empanel the jury."

Twelve names from the jury pool were were randomly selected; and as their
names were called, they filed into the jury box.

Bill Arnold was the first to inquire.  He asked the standard questions,
then turned to the bench and said, "We accept the jury as impaneled, your
honor."

Bellingrath had a problem.  If the defense probed deeply into the jurors'
attitudes toward homosexuality, it could arouse homophobic feelings in
other members of the panel.  On the other hand, the defense could not allow
avowed homophobes to remain on the jury.  Bellingrath was not concerned
about guilt or innocence.  But if Manly was convicted of rape, this same
jury would recommend punishment, choosing between death or life
imprisonment.

He had received a unexpected gift, however.  His research had revealed that
one of the potential jurors had a misdemeanor conviction for a homosexual
act.  He was questioned and dismissed.  So the defense demonstrated that it
was not only trying to weed out homophobes.  It was also out to get queers.
It wanted a totally unbiased panel.

Another member of the jury pool was called, and the defense continued to
examine the others.  Perryman inquired.  "Juror number five, are you not a
member of the Pentecostal Church?"

"Yes sir, I am."

"One of your members has been involved in the same incidents that resulted
in the case before us, has he not?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Masters has."

"And has his involvement influenced your attitude toward the defendant in
this case."

"Well...I dunno.  It's all against God's will."

"So you think Mr. Simms is guilty...at least of something?"

There was no answer.  The respondent was challenged for cause.  Still
another member of the pool was added to the panel.

Bellingrath questioned the remaining members of the panel.  Again, he was
laid back and friendly.  He was sure he had about the best jury he could
get, so he had Perryman say, "We accept this jury, your honor."  And at
Bellingrath's direction, he turned to the panel and added, "And thank you,
ladies and gentlemen."

After lunch the trial would begin in earnest.



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