Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2012 07:11:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: ON MY HONOR..... 2

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 2
				   Manly



Manly Simms' name resulted from wishful thinking by his father, who was far
from manly.  Short, only 5'5", and very slightly built, Roger Simms
suffered from the inferiority complex that such men often have and hoped
against hope that his son would grow to be a tall muscular specimen.  He
had Manly working out with hand weights by the time he started first grade.
He was hardly four feet tall when a regulation basketball backboard was
installed.  In time Manly could jump and put the ball in with the best of
them.

Manly's father owned The Fair Store, where most of the area's hardhats and
farmers bought their work clothes and teenaged boys bought their 501s or
Lee Riders.  It was very successful, and Mr. Simms had a good reputation
for being "fair and square."

Manly was not a natural athlete, but with his father's encouragement he did
become adequate at the games boys play, and working out as he did, he
developed muscles that his dad only could dream of.  Also, when he reached
puberty, he put on growth spurts that had him standing close to six feet by
the time he was sixteen.

Manly also was gay.  He learned very early what queers were by overhearing
older boys condemning them in the schoolyard.  He also decided he must be
queer, when at age nine he uncovered his father's trove of porn, and
realized that he was much more interested in the guys and their dicks than
the gals and their pussies.



Over the years Masters had always preferred to prey on "straight" kids.  He
took a perverse delight in making them do "wrong" things, and convincing
them at least for the moment that it wasn't wrong.  He didn't really think
effeminate boys had a place in the scouting movement and never took one
under his wing.  Yet of the fifty or sixty boys that he ultimately enticed
into his special group, Manly had to be his favorite.  Manly was unique.

When Masters first brought Manly to his den, and Manly saw the porno
magazine on the coffee table, he just smiled and announced, "Oh, you like
sex books too.  My dad has a lot of them, but he doesn't know I look at
them.  They really turn me on."

Masters had never encountered such a reaction.  His response was to produce
a gay mag and to say, "I have some that are really naughty."

Manly took the proffered book and immediately began to look at the
pictures.  "These are neat," he declared.  Seeing a virile young man being
sucked, he added, "I'd like to do that."

It could be said that Masters was seduced by the boy, rather than the boy
by the man.

Manly sensed that he had nothing to fear.  He boldly revealed himself and
started to play with his stiff dick as he continued to look at the
pictures.  "Yeah," he panted.  "Just look at that."

Masters approached and was standing inches away from the youngster, when he
asked, "Do you do that with any of your friends?"

"Shit no!" Manly cried.  "I'd sure as shit like to, though."

Masters fondled himself lewdly.  "You could do me."

Manly laid aside the magazine and reached for Masters' zipper.  "You mean
that?"

"You better believe it."

There was nothing but skin under Masters' jeans.  His dick popped out at
full attention, seven and a half inches long and about five and a half
around.  "It's fucking big!" the boy exclaimed.  "I never got ahold of
somebody else's dick before."

"Feels good," Masters murmered.

Manly leaned forward and tasted the tip, flicking his tongue around the
scout master's piss slit, savoring the taste of his pre-cum.  "That what
piss tastes like?" Manly asked.

"No, son, we call that `pre-cum.'

"Tastes interesting."

"Cum tastes even better," Masters responded.  "That's what comes out of a
dick that can make babies."

"I've heard guys talking about cumming.  I didn't know what they were
talking about."

"Suck on me awhile and you'll find out," Masters panted.

Manly buried his nose in Masters' pubes, taking the whole thing in one
plunge.  He quickly learned how not to gag, and he settled into a rhythm
like he'd been sucking dick all his life.  "Boy, you're a fucking natural,"
Masters whimpered.  "Yes, suck that motherfucker."

Manly grabbed Masters' hips and really got with the program.  Up and down,
in and out.  When Masters reached climax, he grabbed the boy's head and
pulled it against his groin, dumping a powerful load into Manly's cheeks
and down his throat.  "Yeah, taste that cum, boy.  You'll be drinking a lot
of it!"

Masters collapsed on the sofa next to Manly and pulled the youngster's body
close to his.  There was a trickle of cum on the boy's chin, which Masters
quickly licked off.  "You want to see what it feels like?" Masters asked.

He didn't wait for an answer.  He took Manly's dick into his hungry mouth
and gave as good as he got.  It was a good while before the boy's dry
orgasm thrilled his young body for the first time, but it was an experience
he'd never forget, and one he would want to have several times each day.
Masters explained how Ma Thumb and her four daughters could accomplish the
same thing, and suggested that a palm full of his mother's hand lotion
could help things along.

Masters was glad that they'd finished what he'd planned to do for merit
badge berfore Manly had noticed the magazine, and he was about to send the
boy on his way, when Manly asked, "Can I taste you again, Mr. Masters?"

"Sure enough," came the response, "can't turn you down, now can I?"

This time Masters gave the boy a thorough face fucking, and Manly loved it.



Steve Jarvis was the oldest of the boys in Masters group at the time.  The
day after his first meeting with Manly, Masters encountered Steve at
Reeder's Drug Store and offered to buy him a "coke."  "You won't believe
it," Masters told him under his breath.  "This Simms kid, he's a fucking
queer.  You'd never know it, but he practically raped me."

"Fat chance of that," Jarvis mumbled back.

"I'm serious, man.  We're goanna have a shit pot of fun with him."

"Yeah, don't you wish I'd been like him?" Jarvis laughed.  "Hell, I was so
fucking hung up, you didn't know what to do."

"I always know what to do," Masters said.

"I remember well," he continued, "When you first saw the porn on the coffee
table.  I had to chase you down to keep you from running away.

"But every body's different."

 "Well, when I was brought in to the group and saw what was going on, I
lost all my hangups, and that's for sure," Steve Jarvis concluded.




Masters didn't bother with porn at his next meeting with Manly.  He did
have a rule that his boys had to meet the requirements for the merit badge
they were working on, before he invited them to join his group.  (Maybe the
fallout from this rule resulted in Manly's finally becoming an Eagle).  So,
despite Manly's obvious desire for sex from the outset, Masters insisted
that they first do what was required toward the merit badge for stamp
collecting.

He did offer Manly a beer.  They'd never gotten to or bypassed the "have
something to drink" stage on their first encounter.  Manly allowed that
he'd like to try beer, because his family were all teetotalers.  It was
obvious that Manly was into any "forbidden fruit."

As they drank their beers they stripped.  Masters had deliberately designed
the den without windows.  Of course, he knew that his wife sometimes
watched what he was doing through a crack in the door to the main part of
the house, but he figured that was just her guilty pleasure.

Masters welcomed getting head from the young male nympho, but when Manly
indicated he expected to be treated in turn, Masters said, "I've got
something else for you to do."

"You mean you're goanna fuck me like they were doing in those pictures?"
He didn't really seem apprehensive.

"No, when you get fucked, it's goanna hurt at first.  Later you'll love it.
But first I want you to feel how great it feels to fuck another guy."  He
produced a tube of lube.  "Smear this on your dick," he commanded, "and
then stuff your dick up my ass."

Masters lay on his back the floor and lifted his legs.  "I wanna see the
expression on your fucking face when you feel what it's like to stick
another guy's ass."

Masters was rewarded with the most ecstatic expression he'd ever seen on
another person's face, as he flexed his ass muscles against the boy's
penetrating prong.



It took two more sessions before Manly completed the requirements for his
merit badge.  After Masters signed off, he headed for the bar and produced
two beers.  "It's time you felt my dick up your ass," he announced.

"I can hardly wait," his anxious playmate said.

"Get on the fucking floor," Masters commanded.  He prepared Manly's tail,
put him on his back, and smeared his own dick with lube.  "This is goanna
hurt," he said.

"Didn't seem to hurt when I fucked you," the boy bravely responded.

"I've had so many dicks up my ass, it'll never hurt again.  Believe me this
will.  When I enter, act like you're shitting and try to relax.  I'll be
gentle."

Masters was as gentle as he could be.  He put his dickhead into the boy's
rectum and waited until he could see Manly relax.  "Go ahead," Manly urged.

Little by little Masters inserted his dick in.  Tears rolled down Manly's
cheeks, but he didn't cry out.  When Masters' pubes were firmly planted
against Manly's ass cheeks, Masters asked, "Are you all right."

"Fuck me, man," was the response.

As "abusive" as Masters could be, he did try to pick boys that would be
susceptible to his overtures, and he tried to give them as much pleasure as
he received.  Manly was totally pleasured.  Masters was slow, lifting his
ass until only the tip of his dick penetrated the boy's anus and then
slipping back down until he was buried as far as his tool could go.
Sometimes he repeated the motion immediately; sometimes he waited.  The
gentle massage of his own dick was matched by the unbelievable feelings
that his partner in sex was experiencing.

Masters ran the gamut.  Later he plunged and retreated.  Still later he
pounded.  He gave Manly the whole range of sexual experiences one can have,
when a big dick is shoved back and forth into a guy's colon.  He dropped
his load and collapsed on his young partner's spent body.

"O, my god," Manly panted.

"You're something else," Masters answered.

Afterward, Manly was invited to become a member of Masters' special group.

"I knew you were going to ask me," Manly replied.  "Steve Jarvis told me."

And from the outset, Manly became a leader in Masters' special cadre, which
varied from four to seven scouts.



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