RJ's First Smoke - Part 3: The Scoutmaster and his Scouts

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RJ’s First Cigarette, Part 3: The Scoutmaster and his Scouts


It was Saturday night. Mike Perry and his nephew had returned from their afternoon at the Kowalski’s and went to Mike’s place where Tommy was going to spend the night. Mike wasn’t married and Tommy’s dad had been killed in the Korean War so Mike tried to spend as much time with him as possible.

The two had shared a supper of burgers and chips on tray tables in the living room watching their favorite western, Gunsmoke. They finished eating just as the show was coming to an end. Before the final credits there was a commercial for L&M cigarettes with the star of the show. Standing on the show’s set, James Arness took a pack of L&Ms from his pocket and lit one, talking about how he looked forward to a smoke between shoots. Both Mike and Tommy reached for their cigarettes. Watching the ruggedly handsome cowboy smoke his cigarette, Mike felt his dick harden. He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and instinctively reached for his crotch.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched his nephew light his cigarette. Tommy took a particularly deep drag and then started rubbing his own crotch. It wasn’t the first time Mike had observed Tommy rubbing his crotch while smoking a cigarette. Mike had taught his nephew to smoke about a year ago. Mike had picked up Tommy after school and they had stopped at the grocery store to get stock up for the weekend. When they got back to the car and put the grocery bags in the back seat, Mike went to light a cigarette. Tommy had asked if he could light it for Mike and Mike had said, “Sure.” This gradually became a ritual. One day, after a few months of this, Mike had asked Tommy to light him a cigarette and when the kid handed the lit cigarette to his uncle, Mike took it and said, “Thanks, Tommy; now light another one for yourself.” Tommy’s face lit up as he grabbed another smoke and struck a match to light it. Then Mike taught his nephew how to inhale properly.

Tommy’s mom, Mike’s sister, knew that her boy smoked, but she really didn’t like it, so for several months Tommy’s smoking was limited to weekends at Mike’s. But eventually she came around and permitted him to smoke at home. Mike had won her over with the same arguments Joe had used with Louise, but he had also gone a little farther. He explained to her that smoking was partly a ritual that strengthened the bond between two men. That had struck a chord with Betty, because Tommy was a real sissy. As a little kid he had wanted to play with dolls and dress up and showed no interest in sports or any of the things that little boys were supposed to like. That’s when Betty asked Mike to step in to be a father-figure to her son.

Mike couldn’t have been happier by the request; he loved his nephew as if he were his own son. Mike wasn’t your typical gym teacher. Most of the men who became gym teachers were frustrated athletes who never managed to have a career in sports and they wanted to relive their lives through the kids they taught. Most of them were also former military men and they treated the kids like recruits in boot camp. They often singled out the sissy boys for special treatment.

Mike had a different approach. He’d been something of a sissy boy himself, though he grew out of it. He used to spend his Saturdays at the movies. For a nickel he could spend all afternoon watching the heroes of the 1930s playing cowboys, pirates, and other swashbuckling heroes. He wanted to be like them, but he began to be vaguely aware that he was also attracted to them somehow in a way he didn’t understand. He felt confused, ashamed, and alone with his secret. He threw himself into sports and the boy scouts all in the hope that his weird feelings would go away. And so he welcomed being drafted into the Navy; he figured the discipline would finally make him a real “man.”

And it had worked, but not in the way Mike had expected. To his surprise Mike had discovered that he was not alone, that there were other men with feelings just like his, and that a lot of these men were more than eager to have sex with other men. In the navy Mike had sailed the globe and had had shore leave in most of the great capitals of Europe where he had experienced a different attitude toward homosexuals. It seemed like Europeans had more of a live-and-let-live mentality than Americans. It’s not that everybody approved of homosexuality; it’s just that people didn’t get all that upset about it either.

That had been a real eye-opener for Mike who had returned to the States knowing that he was attracted to men and knowing that he was particularly attracted to men smoking. Watching a handsome man light a cigarette, watching the way he held it, the way he took drags and the way he exhaled his smoke - all this really turned Mike on.

Hence, the bulging crotch as he watched James Arness light a cigarette on TV and, hence, his interest in his nephew and his smoking. A new show had come on TV and Tommy was absorbed, sitting there leaning against his uncle, contentedly smoking his cigarette. Mike loved kids Tommy’s age. They were old enough to start reaching out for adult things like smoking, but still young enough to want to snuggle. Mike watched his nephew smoking and put his arm around the kid’s neck. Tommy looked up and smiled at his uncle and Mike affectionately patted his nephew on the head, messing up his hair.

It’s not that Mike was in the least bit sexually attracted to his nephew or other little boys. No, he was strictly interested in men his own age. What he was interested in, what he had given his life to, was to help kids make that transition from childhood to adulthood, especially kids who, like him, were “different.” His childhood hadn’t been horrible, but it had been difficult keeping a deep secret and feeling out of touch with the world around him. So when he got back from his military service he had decided to become a teacher and took the unusual step becoming a grade school teacher.

Mike was sure that Tommy was following in his footsteps, that he was a homosexual. Mike had carefully observed how intently Tommy watched men smoking on TV. He’d even noticed him taking long looks at men in magazine ads. Since he’d started smoking, Mike also noticed him mimicking the way the men in TV and in the print ads held their smokes. He’d also noticed that in the past few months Tommy often rubbed his crotch while he was smoking. The signs were there, but they had not yet had the talk. Mike was waiting for Tommy to make the first move.

He didn’t know RJ and Jeffie all that well, except from gym class, but he did know that both little boys were also sissies, and he had a feeling about them. In gym class he tried to create an environment where the less athletically inclined boys could feel OK. Instead of shouting at them, Mike gently encouraged them and even spent a little extra time with them. He didn’t care if they ever became athletes or not, but he did know that they needed some basic skills to get by with the other kids. Sometimes he wished he was a regular classroom teacher. Then he’d be with them the whole day, but this way he got to be with all the boys in the school. It was thinking about all this that led him to the idea of starting a boy scout troop.

The chance meeting with Joe and Sam and their two boys had been the perfect coincidence. They seemed like nice guys and good fathers, but they couldn’t have clue to what was really going on deep inside of their sons. The boy scout troop would provide the perfect opportunity to be a guide and role model for boys who might be headed in the same direction as Mike. He knew that if a bond was formed between a child and a teacher could last a lifetime. He would help them as he could now and hope that if they reached a rough period in junior high or high school, they’d remember him and come back.


At the Vachek house, RJ was spending the night with Jeffie. Joe and Louise had come over for dinner. The adults had dinner in the dining room while the two boys had their dinner on tray tables in front of the TV set and they, too, had watched Gunsmoke.

When it was bedtime, Irene went up with the two boys and got them settled in Jeffie’s double bed. She tucked them in and, standing at the door, she said with a wink, “Now you two be good – and don’t stay up all night smoking!” The two boys giggled and said good night. Irene closed the door and went downstairs.

It was pretty warm in the room and Jeffie threw back the comforter and sat up in the bed, leaning against the head board; RJ did the same. Jeffie pulled out a copy of Life magazine he’d brought up from downstairs earlier in the day. He flipped through the pages until he found what he was looking for – a Marlboro ad with a cowboy leaning back in a chair obviously enjoying his Marlboro. Jeffie handed the magazine to RJ and said, “Doesn’t he look like Mr. Perry?” “Yeah, a little, I guess,” RJ said, looking from the picture to his friend. He noticed that Jeffie had a woodie. “Hey, man, you’ve got a woodie!” RJ said with a giggle. “So do you, man!” Jeffie shot back. “Oh, yeah, I guess I do,” RJ replied.

RJ laid the magazine down on the bed between them. Then he slipped out of his pajama bottoms to have a look at his boner. Jeffie quickly did the same. Then Jeffie asked, “Want a smoke?” “Sure,” RJ replied. Jeffie handed RJ his pack of Marlboros from the nightstand on his side of the bed and said, “Can I have one?” RJ nodded, taking out two cigarettes, putting one in his mouth and handing the other one to his buddy. They both lit their cigarettes and took deep drags, inhaled, and exhaled bright clouds of smoke. They were still mesmerized watching the smoke come out of their mouths.

With his free hand, Jeffie reached down and grabbed his hard little cock and started stroking it as RJ watched. He’d had wet dreams early in the morning while smoking a cigarette in his bed, but he’d yet to discover masturbation. Noticing that his friend was just sitting there, Jeffie moved a little closer and wrapped his hand around RJ’s erect dick and started stroking it. RJ quickly got the idea and began to stroke himself.

Then Jeffie began stroking his cock with the hand that was holding the cigarette and RJ imitated the gesture. They played with themselves in this way for awhile, stroking their cocks, taking drags off their cigarettes, and blowing smoke at each other. When their cigarettes burned down to the filters, they crushed them out in the ashtray that Jeffie had set between them and instinctively reached for another. Neither boy had smoked two in row like this before, but they lit up and commenced stroking themselves, looking at the picture of the cowboy and at each other. The pace of the stroking picked up and before long both had shot wads of cum into the air.

They put out their cigarettes and lay there for a moment or two, savoring the moment. Then RJ turned over on his side facing Jeffie and grabbed him in a cross between a hug and a wrestling hold. Rolling back and forth in this position, they felt the wetness of the cum on the bellies, while their dicks, rubbing against one another, started to get hard again.

They let go of each other and lit cigarettes. “I think cowboys are cool,” Jeffie said. “I didn’t used to, but I sorta do now,” RJ replied, taking a drag off the cigarette and thinking what all this meant. “I guess smoking a Marlboro, I kind of feel a little like a cowboy.” He replied. “Yeah, me too,” said Jeffie. Then he added, “and I think Mr. Perry is cool, too. I’ve never seen him smoke before. I’m glad he does and I’m glad he knows we smoke, too.” “I wish we could smoke with him at school.” RJ said.

When the boys had finished their smokes, they were suddenly tired and just a little dizzy from all the nicotine and so they put the cigarettes and ashtray back on the nightstand, turned out the light, and went to sleep, dreaming of cowboys riding through the wild west smoking cigarettes.


Meanwhile, downstairs Joe and Sam were talking about the day at the cabin with their wives. “That Mike Perry is a great guy!” Sam exclaimed, “a former Navy man, a great role model for the boys.” “It’s good to have an ally at the school,” Irene commented, “the women teachers don’t really get this whole smoking thing and want to make a big deal out of it. And I hear he’s great with the boys.” “Yes,” Louise chimed in, “And from what RJ says, he isn’t mean to the boys like RJ and Jeffie, who are not super athletes.”

They all talked a little about their experiences with two little boys who liked girl’s things. “We talked about it and decided to leave RJ alone,” Joe said. “I’ll admit I was a little concerned about him - and I was really relieved when he took to the electric train we gave him for Christmas – but Louise and I decided it was better to go along with his interests that to try to force him.” “I just figured he’d grow out of it in time, especially when he got to school and started to play with other boys.”

“That’s pretty much what we decided,” Irene said. “All kids are different. I came from a big family and when my younger brother came along, he imitated me and wanted to play with dolls and girlie stuff, but then when the next kid was a boy, he grew out of it and they both turned out to be little roughnecks!”

“I’m really excited about this whole boy scout thing,” Joe said. “I think it’s just the thing the boys need and I can’t think of anybody I’d rather have lead it than Mike Perry.” This was the first the women were hearing about it and so Joe explained Mike’s idea.

“That’s fantastic!” Irene said. “It will get the boys outside, playing in the fresh air and learning all kinds of stuff about the outdoors and how to do things.” “And I really like the fact that it’s going to be for boys who smoke. That will give them a bigger social circle than just our two homes and the outings we take them on.” Then she turned to her husband and asked, “So, are you two guys gonna get involved?” “Well, sure, Hon,” Joe replied, “but remember, scout meet after school, so one of you, or both of you, are going to have to pay den mother. Sam and I can do things with Mike and the boys on weekends.”

They continued to throw out ideas and raise questions before finally deciding to plan an evening with Mike and his sister Sally.