Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2012 20:05:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
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
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			     "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."