Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2012 14:27:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: ON MY HONOR 5

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 5
				   Noah


A year went by.  Sammy did start to cum.  He was glad it was Michael that
first tasted his jizz.  The group had a big celebration.

Another boy joined the group in January.  Jake Reynolds was a farm boy.
Red headed and freckled, he'd already been experimenting with his brothers,
so nothing that happened in the group was a problem for him.

During the winter Masters had permission to use a cabin at the Winnona Boy
Scout Council's camp for weekend outings.  The camp wasn't being used, so
it was an ideal place to play.  By April they could get back out of doors
for their monthly campouts.



It was in April that Noah Lincoln moved to town.  Noah's father worked for
NASA and had been transferred from Houston to the rocket testing facility
near Poconola.  When the Lincolns arrived in town, Sammy was the boy chosen
by the principal to show Noah around the school, so it was only natural
that he would become Noah's first friend.  And it was only natural that
Sammy would introduce Noah to scouting.

Sammy knew that seven had been the maximum number of boys in Masters'
group, so he didn't think that Noah would fall prey to the scoutmaster's
wiles.  But Masters had other ideas.  Noah was short, towheaded, and smooth
skinned.  His features were absolutely symmetrical.  He was a perfect boy
boy.  And Masters' dick twitched the minute he laid eyes on him.  He didn't
know that Noah was Sammy's friend.  It wouldn't have mattered if he did.
Masters really cared about only one thing in life, and that was what hung
between his legs.  He immediately took Noah under his wing and in short
order became Noah's merit badge counselor.

When Noah told Sammy about his good fortune, Sammy was pleased.  He
secretly looked forward to messing around with Noah, although as he was
maturing, like Michael, Sammy was taking more interest in girls.  He didn't
tell Noah what to expect, however, which was probably to the good.



Unlike Sammy and his dad, Noah and his father were very close.  Dick
Lincoln spent a lot of time with his son.  They exchanged confidences,
played games, spent quality time together.  Also, although the Lincoln
family were not church-going folks, Dick Lincoln had a strong moral compass
and insisted that his family be honest and above board in everything they
did.

So, when Noah noticed the porn magazine on Masters' coffee table, his
reaction was quite different from most boys.  He and his dad had already
discussed porn.

"You don't read that stuff, do you Mr. Masters?"

Masters was taken aback.  It probably would have been wiser to drop his
plan to seduce the boy, but he was besotted.

"Sometimes," he replied.  He paused, hesitated, then said, "A lot of the
older scouts like girlie magazines...and I like to keep up with all the
interests my boys have.

"Have you ever looked at one?"

"No."

"Take a look.  It won't kill you."

Noah did, and it didn't.  Masters noted with satisfaction that the pictures
had the desired effect on the boy's libido.



It's wonderful being an authority figure, and Masters played the role very
well.  He moved very carefully in cultivating Noah over the next few weeks,
and he was successful in bringing the boy to the point where he could be
invited to join the group, mostly on the basis that if the chief
scoutmaster didn't find things objectionable, they must not be.

The initiation followed the familiar pattern.  Noah was sucked, then he
sucked the scoutmaster.  Sammy was the boy appointed to take his cherry.
Afterward, however, Noah still had second thoughts.  Masters responded to
his concerns by mentioning Sammy's father.  "You know what sort of work
Sammy's dad does, don't you?

"Yes.  He works on an oil platform out in the Gulf."

"And you know how long he has to be out there at a time?"

"Yes."

"And you don't think they mess around with each other?  Noah, strong,
virile men like him won't go that long without sexual relief.

"And there's nothing wrong with that.  We are just doing what real men have
always done.

"Didn't you enjoy what happened last night?"

"Yessir, but..."

"Just relax, son.  In a little while it'll be second nature.  You'll enjoy
it even more.  It's natural."



On Noah's first campout with the group, it was Sammy with whom he shared a
tent the first night.  Masters was pissed that he wasn't going to have the
cute lad on his first outing, but he could manipulate things so he could
have him Saturday.

Noah was well endowed for a thirteen-year-old, and Sammy gave him a choice.
He'd give Noah head or Noah could fuck him first.  "I think I'd rather you
suck me," Noah said.

Sammy introduced Noah to foreplay and then introduced him to edging and led
him to the brink of ecstasy, before taking his young cum into his gut.
"Oh, that felt so wonderful," Noah admitted.

Noah didn't enjoy reciprocating as much as he had enjoyed getting blown,
but Duane was right.  It was becoming like normal.

Noah wasn't really hung up about getting with Sammy or the other boys.  He
really liked Sammy, and he had played around a little bit with some of his
buddies in Houston.  Circle jerks mostly.  It was Masters he found freaky.

Before they drifted to sleep spooned together, though, Noah asked, "Sammy,
do you know what Duane told me?  That your dad does this, when he's away at
work.  Do you think that's so?"

The thought sort of shocked Sammy, but he replied, "I dunno.  I never have
thought about it...I guess he might."



One week later, Noah and his dad drove down to the beach at Pass Christian.
They were stretched out on the white sand of the Gulf of Mexico, when Noah
mused, "I wish we didn't have to wear swimming trunks."

"Oh?" smiled his dad.  "When did you ever go skinny dipping?"

"Last week, when I was with Mr. Masters' scout group.  It feels cool to be
bare."

Dick Lincoln was not familiar with scouting practice, and he was not
perturbed by his son's revelation.  But he did decide to probe further.
"So what else did you all do on your campout?" he asked.

"Oh, we had nature studies and hundred yard dashes, cooked over an open
fire.  It was neat.  Even had sort of a religious service Sunday morning.
Had to sleep two to a tent, though."

The way Noah giggled when he mentioned sleeping arrangements made his dad
want to question further.  "So Mr. Masters was the only one that had his
own tent?"

"No, one of the guys always sleeps with him," Noah tentatively answered.

"Did you?"  Dick Lincoln's calm demeanor concealed a growing concern.  This
didn't smell right.

"One night...on Saturday."  Noah's answers were becoming strained.

"And?"

The redness in Noah's face couldn't be explained away by the Gulf sun.
"It's all right son.  Tell me what happened."

"He...he had sex with me."

It was very hard for Lincoln to remain calm but he managed to sound
reassuring.  "You mean?"

Noah described what they had done in Masters' tent.

"And the other boys?"

Suddenly the impact of what he had admitted hit Noah with full force.  He
didn't want to get the others into trouble, especially Sammy.  "I don't
know about them," he lied.

"We need to get back to Poconola," his dad announced.



On the drive back from the beach Noah was overwhelmed with remorse, which
he spoke about over an over.  "Don't blame yourself, son, it's nothing you
should be ashamed of," his father assured him.  "But you should have told
me right away."

Somehow, Noah did feel better, but he also stiffened his resolve not to
involve Sammy and the others.  Also, he was taken aback when they reached
Poconola, and his father drove directly to the police station.

"We have a criminal complaint to file," Dick Lincoln told the officer on
duty.

Once the nature of the charge was understood, the Chief of Police was
called.  Poconola was a small town, and Duane Masters was an important
member of the community after all.  The chief personally conducted the
interrogation.  Both Noah and his father signed the complaint, and a
warrant was issued for Masters' arrest.

It was after seven when the black and white arrived at the Masters' home.
Masters and his wife had finished dinner.  Masters put up no resistance to
accompanying the officers to headquarters, but as he was being taken away,
he instructed his wife, "Call Rush Hammond!"

Hammond was Masters' lawyer, one of the few attorneys in the county.  He
arrived at police headquarters almost as soon as Masters was brought in.
They consulted for only a few minutes, and Hammond was able to arrange for
Masters to be released on his own recognizance.  He dropped Masters back at
his house by nine o'clock.  The arraignment would be on Monday.

"I've told you time and time again you were going to get in trouble
screwing around with these kids," his wife chided.  "What am I going to do
when you get sent to prison?"

"Don't you worry about that," Masters sneered.  "You just act like the
supportive wife of a wrongly accused citizen."

He immediately called Manly Simms.  "Manly," he said, "we've got a problem.
That little Lincoln bastard's squealed on me.  He don't seemed to have
involved anybody else.  You gotta see that it stays that way.  Call the
other guys and tell them what's happened.  Make 'em keep mum.  You know
what to tell 'em to do."

Manly called the older boys immediately.  The younger ones he reached first
thing the next morning.  The Sunday Sun Herald had gone to press before
Masters' arrest, and the Poconola radio station didn't have a Sunday
newscast, so it would be Monday before news of the biggest thing to hit
Poconola in years became general knowledge.  Meanwhile, the Masters family
attended church as usual, and Masters appeared prominently, making himself
known to other worshipers.  Also the seven other members of the group had
plenty of time to plan their answers to questions from parents and police
that were sure to come.

Monday morning Masters pled not guilty and was released without bond.
Hammond met with the District Attorney and they agreed to have a trial date
set as soon as possible.  By noon there wasn't a soul in town that hadn't
heard the news.

"I can't imagine..."

"Mr. Masters is such an upstanding man..."

"Why, that boy isn't even from around here..."

Those were just a few of the reactions from the good citizens.



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