By Charles Well
The original Kids of Indian Spring (KOIS) story by Jonas Henley can be found here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/kids-of-indian-spring/
This story is about sex between boys and is therefore a total fantasy. It was written by an adult for the entertainment of other adults. No children or animals were either involved or harmed in the writing of this story. Please leave now if you are not supposed to be here.
A special thanks goes to Sam and Mike for help with ideas, editing and proofreading. But the MVP award this month goes to Sarge AKA Aldric who wrote the first draft and provided all the ideas for the Raymond Mackey section of this chapter. Thanks for all your hard work and constant support.
You will note I have left two open questions in this chapter. If you have strong views on either of these matters, let me know. Firstly, will Ethan Tucker become the official bottom of Daniel Mackey, son of Holden? Secondly, will the offspring of Holden seek revenge against Bert, the son of Foster Mackey?
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General background:
There are two categories of kids living in Indian Spring, on the edge of a large city in Ohio. One group is the Mackeys, and those that are part of that extended clan through family and blood connections. They were the original European inhabitants of the region dating back to 1832. As a result of generations of isolation, self reliance, and often living on the wrong side of the law, the family developed many unique traditions and rules that governed the everyday lives of their youngsters. That group includes Sandy Jacobs and his brothers, Kevin Mackey and his brothers, all the deep and very deep Mackeys like Tolley, Seth, or Chris Corbin. The second category is kids that are not part of the Mackey family, but happen to live in Indian Spring. That would be kids like Kelley and Ethan Tucker, the Cormacks, Nathan Carlin, Cal Brewer, Casey Harris etc. They are called "Near Springers" and are generally not bound by regulations affecting Mackey youth, but may find themselves caught up in the "old traditions" in certain circumstances.
In order of appearance, the major characters are:
Stephen (Stevie) Jacobs (11) Dirty blond hair like all his brothers – Sandy (13), Brad (12), and Chass (10). He has a light sprinkling of freckles across his nose and cheeks. Exploring being openly gay for the first time. Part of the extended Mackey clan.
Kelley Tucker (sometimes Tuck) (12) Eldest son of Halford (Hal) and Silvie Tucker. Brother of Ethan (10.5) and Ashton (9) A non-Mackey from Indian Spring. Main protagonist in Jonas Henley's original story.
Ethan Tucker (10 years 7 months Younger brother of Kelley Tucker (12). Exploring being openly gay for the first time. A non-Mackey from Indian Spring.
Toby Sanders (13) Best friend of Sandy Jacobs (13). Toby is away on holiday at present. Part of the extended Mackey clan.
Jamie Benson (13) aka Batboy. Straight, but always up for a bit of fun. A non-Mackey from Indian Spring.
Holden Mackey (40) Adult Part of Deep Mackey clan. Community bottom 1968-1971. He had 5 children.
Judith Mackey (15) Oldest daughter of Holden Mackey
Daniel Mackey (13) Second son of Holden Mackey
Luke Mackey (11) Youngest son of Holden Mackey
Albert (Bert) Mackey (12) Part of the extended Mackey clan. Bert will be on this year's Choosing List. He is the second son of Foster Mackey. His brothers are Gerald Mackey (13), Samual (Sam) Mackey (11), and Vince Mackey (10)
Sandy Jacobs (13 years, 5 months) (Full name Alexander Corbin Jacobs, which only his mother ever uses). A dirty blond boy who looked like he belonged in a country baseball commercial and was now at the point where you could tell he had once been very cute, was now simply good looking, and moving quite easily toward handsome. Oldest of four brothers in the Jacobs family. Main protagonist in my story (the reason why it's called The Sandy Jacobs Story). Part of the extended Mackey clan.
Kevin Michael Mackey (13) Good-looking. He has dark brown hair, as thick as you could make very slightly curly hair yet still have it look dreamily soft. Part of the extended Mackey clan. One of the two Mackey community bottoms selected in the 1994 Choosing Ceremony. He is gay and confident in his sexuality.
Raymond Mackey (17) President of the Mackey Junior Council – Year 12 Honor Roll High School student. Considered "the adult in the room" on the Council. Tends to support the Hal Tucker faction, but susceptible to reasoned argument.
Jason Mackey (16) Mackey Junior Council member. Older brother of Kevin Mackey (13) and Sean (12) Tends to support the Hal Tucker faction.
Hayden Mackey (16) Mackey Junior Council member. Older brother of Tolley Mackey (12). Tends to support the Hal Tucker faction.
Bert Mackey (16) Mackey Junior Council member. Tends to support the Hal Tucker faction, but can sometimes be a swing vote.
Sheldon Redd (17) Mackey Junior Council member. MC of the Choosing Ceremony in 1995. The bottom representative on the council having been a community bottom himself from 1990 to 1992. Tends to support the Elijah Mackey faction with Darrell & Hiram, but a possible swing vote. He doesn't like the way Darrell & Hiram have been conducting the business of the Council of late.
James Cormack (16) A non-Mackey. The Near Springer representative on the Council.
Tad Mackey (17) Mackey Junior Council member. A swing vote. Can support either faction.
Paul Hardin (16) Mackey Junior Council member. Older brother of Tim Hardin (14) - Tends to support the Elijah Mackey faction.
Darrell Mackey (17) Mackey Junior Council member. Son of Duane Mackey (1st cousin to Hiram) Elijah Mackey faction Not present at the meeting today.
Hiram Mackey (17) Mackey Junior Council member son of Paul, grandson of Able. Elijah Mackey faction. Not present at the meeting today.
Tanner Mackey (13) Middle son of Frankie Mackey. Brother of Spencer Mackey (15) and Cooper Mackey (12). Second Community bottom from 1994 with Kevin.
Stevie Jacobs loved the way Ethan's big brother answered the door dressed in just his boxers. It had happened several times already.
"Hi Kelley, is Ethan home?"
Kelley looked at the younger boy. He was dressed in denim bib overall shorts, a tank top and sneakers. The shorts were definitely at least one, maybe two sizes too small for him now. They showed off his round pert butt rather provocatively he noticed. The tank top was black and the word "Metallica" in bold lettering could be seen around the adjustable suspenders and metal fasteners on the shorts. The sneakers were bright orange. True, he was a good looking kid. At 58 inches tall and weighing 77 lb, he was pretty average for an eleven-year-old. But what you noticed was the heart shape face, the golden bronze colored curly hair in a thick bundle on his head, a strong jaw, the deep-set chocolate brown eyes, the little shot of freckles across his button nose and light honey complexion. Kelley shook his head to return to reality.
"Hi Stevie. He's up in his room waiting for you, I think."
Stevie smiled and made a point of brushing his hand against the front of the sexy underwear of the older boy as he walked past. Kelley just raised his eyes in exasperation. Having two gay boys in his life was bad enough, he wasn't sure he could cope with a third. His best friend Nate was becoming more open about his sexuality each day, and Kelley worried what might happen next school year. They were both going into Grade 7 at Joplin Middle School in Sweetwater and Kelley knew there were kids there happy to make life hell for someone like that. But trying to protect Nate from himself had ended in a huge argument between the two friends. He had only been doing it for Nate's good, or so Kelley had told himself. But Nate pointed out that Kelley had the ability to sense when others were lying to him, but could he happily lie to himself in blissful ignorance? He hated the answer to that question. These days Kelley was trying to be more supportive and less judgmental. But it wasn't easy. And now his kid-brother Ethan was following down that same path. Was having a friend like Stevie good for Ethan's reputation? It was alright for the Jacobs kid. He was part of the Mackey clan and they looked after their own. Even the rich kids at Joplin knew enough to steer clear of that family. Unfortunately, Ethan just had him. But thinking like that hadn't ended well before. Kelley had landed in big trouble with his Dad the last time he tried to save his kid-brother. Well, he didn't need to do anything today. Ethan was safe in Indian Spring.
But what of him? Since the White Party he was confronting feelings and emotions he wished would stay hidden. A lot of what happened that weekend, he didn't enjoy, but there were some things he remembered fondly. Was Nate right? Could he lie to himself about anything? Was he now lying to himself about his sexuality? With Casey Harris away at school, his lawn care job sorted, and even Cole Haley keeping a respectful distance, he knew he missed "it." But better not to think like that.
"So you ready to go to Daniel's house?" asked Ethan excitedly, looking up from his chair as Stevie entered the bedroom.
"That's why I'm here. But what's the plan? You can't just say, `fuck my ass' and he will." His friend was wearing his typical summer holiday uniform – jean cut-offs, a blue tee-shirt, and sneakers. No socks, and based on recent experience, no underwear either. Ethan liked to go commando in the summer.
"According to Jamie Benson, Daniel's got a holiday today and doesn't have to go back to school til Monday. So we go to his house and ask if he wants to go play with us. Then we do our thing."
"God, Batboy has such a big cock. I bet he's bigger than my brother Sandy."
"Probably. But I told you. That's why I can't have Jamie be the first."
"Yeah, I know. So how come he has to go to school on Monday? Is he at Summer School or something?"
"No, he just goes to a different school."
"Right! You told me that before. But what makes you think a thirteen-year-old will want to hang out with a couple of kids our age.
"Well Batboy does and your brother's friend Toby hangs with you?"
"Right on, but that's different. They like the blowjobs."
"Well, what makes you think Daniel won't like blowjobs too?"
"I guess. But we get him away from his house. Maybe go in the woods, down one of those tracks you know better than me."
"Sounds like a plan. Let's go!"
Ten minutes later the two boys knocked on the door at the Mackey house.
Judith, Daniel's 16-year-old sister, answered the door.
"Oh, what do you two want?" Judith had been hoping James Richards from school would come calling. He had said he might.
"We're looking for Daniel," said Ethan stepping forward.
"Daniel?" answered Judith in surprise. "You mean Luke? He's out the back I think."
Ethan and his friend both smiled and pushed passed her heading towards the kitchen and out the back door.
Judith knew Ethan of course, but didn't know his little friend. Maybe she had seen him around, but she wasn't sure. "Where was James?" she asked herself. He had promised to be here by 11:00 AM.
Like many of the houses in Indian Spring, the Mackeys had a huge backyard covered in grass, trees, a vegetable garden, and even a large chicken coop with twenty or so hens now roaming outside pecking at the ground. There were other outbuildings as well, plus two swings on one of the big oak trees, and even a cubby house that was no doubt used by the kids when they were younger. The backyard in fact, ran all the way down to the Crazy Indian, the slow moving black water creek that ran right through the center of town. The first white settlers had taken up residence in Indian Spring in the 1830s when land was plentiful and free. And most properties had been in the same family's hands for generations.
Daniel and his 11-year-old brother Luke had two bikes upside-down, resting on their seats, and seemed to be working on repairing or tightening the chains. Daniel was a trim 63 inches tall, and weighed in at around 100 lb. His chiseled face and square jaw were what you noticed first. But a sprinkling of freckles across his nose and cheeks, his almond-shaped gray eyes, full lips, and fair amber hair were features that added to the WOW effect that people noticed. He was wearing jeans, a red tee-shirt, white socks and sneakers. His kid-brother had similar facial features, but was not quite in the same league as the older boy. However, the constant mischievous grin perpetually plastered there seemed to balance out other deficiencies. He was about 57 inches tall, 74 lb, and was wearing shorts and a Mickey Mouse tee-shirt that seemed to fit the kid's countenance.
"Hi Daniel, Hi Luke," called Ethan happily. Stevie just waved.
The two Mackey boys looked up from their work.
"Oh, hi Ethan," they said more or less in unison.
"You guys know Stevie Jacobs? He used to live in Bartlett, but his family just moved back to the Spring."
"Yeah, we know him from the July 4th party at the Brewers house," said Luke answering for his brother.
"What you guys doing?" asked Ethan immediately.
"I'm trying to show Luke how to fix the chain on his bike," answered Daniel this time.
"So you guys wanta go for a ride on our bikes? Our's are out the front. Maybe up to the railway tracks and the old water tower." Ethan shot back.
The two brothers looked at each other and shrugged.
"That's a fair ride, but I guess so," answered Daniel. "Nothing much to do around here. But we'd better tell Mom first."
The two Mackeys turned their bikes up the right way, leaned them against a tree and then rushed inside.
"You've gotta get Luke with you, and then we split up," whispered Ethan to his friend.
"Why me?" whined Stevie. "Daniel's better looking than Luke."
"Yeah, but you promised."
"But I thought we'd do it together."
"I'm not sure Daniel is ready for that yet."
"Okay," said Stevie, "But you owe me big time."
They met the Mackey brothers outside the front of their house, then leading the way, Ethan took off across country and headed towards one of the tracks that crisscrossed this part of the state.
"Hold up Ethan," yelled Daniel who was following behind. "Where you going?"
"Down the main fire track. It's shorter," he yelled in reply.
"Yeah, maybe, but it's no good for bikes," yelled Daniel again. But Ethan was already far ahead, with Stevie Jacobs and Luke, not far behind, in hot pursuit.
Daniel's advice proved prophetic when he caught up to the three younger boys now walking their bikes on the rough gravel road some 10 minutes later.
They were discussing the Sunday Movie of the Week, "Terminator 2: Judgment Day" and how cool it would be to have your own terminator.
When Daniel joined them, Stevie changed the subject,
"So are you guys going to the Choosing Ceremony on the 15th?"
"We shouldn't talk about that with Ethan here," said Daniel.
"Why not, he's practically a Mackey and he wants to follow the old traditions."
"Well we just can't. That's the rule," replied Daniel petulantly.
"So are you going?" asked Luke, ignoring his older brother.
"I reckon so. Brad is in it. And Sandy is going to help him. Even Chase says he's gonna go and watch. I'm not sure they'll let him. He wants to bring his whole gang of 10-year-olds. But I know elevens can go."
"Who else is on the line this year?" asked Luke. `On the line' was the phrase used to describe the 12-year-olds that were the main show at Old Knot.
"A lot of Brad's friends - Tolley, Seth, Sean, Cooper and Bert are some. I don't know them all. A lot, I think."
"Bert, Uncle Foster's kid?" asked Daniel suddenly taking a real interest in the conversation.
"Yeah, little Bert. According to Brad anyway. So why don't you guys come. It'll be cool," said Stevie.
"I could go," said Daniel, as if thinking out loud. "I skipped it last year, but I have the exemption now. And we're not going on holiday this year. And it's on a Saturday, so we don't have school."
Stevie looked at him strangely, but said, "Yeah, Sandy skipped it too. I guess because we were living in Bartlett back then."
"Is it true about all the sucking and fucking that happens there?" asked Luke.
The boys looked at each other. None of them had actually been to a Choosing, but they had heard the gory details."
"Not sure our Dad wants us there, and Mom definitely doesn't want us within a hundred miles of Old Knot on July 15th," said Daniel.
"We live just 5 miles away," said Luke, and poked his tongue out at his older brother.
"It's just an expression Luke. Mom doesn't really want us a hunded miles away.
"So why did you say she did?
Daniel just harrumphed at his pain-in-the-ass sibling.
"So what your parents got against it?"' asked Ethan.
"Mom says that Jesus thinks it's bad," responded Luke, "And Dad because when he was a kid, he.."
"Shut-up Luke!" ordered a now angry sounding Daniel.
"Remember what Dad said about that?"
"Oh, okay, sorry," responded the younger brother.
"But you say little Bert will be there?" asked Daniel again.
"Yeah, as I said. According to my brother Brad, at least." Stevie confirmed. "But he hates being called little Bert. I saw him beat a kid up once that called him that when he was in elementary school. He got into a shit-load of trouble too. Gave the kid a black eye and a bloody nose."
"You shouldn't use that word." Said Luke.
"What word?" asked Stevie.
"Forget about it Luke,' ordered the older boy. But it was clear his thoughts were elsewhere. For as long as Daniel could remember, his family went away on holiday in July. That was no big deal. A lot of people took vacations at that time. It was summer and most schools were on break. It wasn't until the year his older brother, Mark, had turned 12 that he found out the reason why. That was two years ago, but he would never forget that day as long as he lived. It was the first year his brothers and sisters attended the Edgecity Baptist private school that had a year round program with regular short breaks of 3 or 4 days, but not the extended summer holidays of the regular schools. Their Dad was a CPA in the city and was normally very busy, and expected the same level of dedication to hard work from his children. But on this particular Tuesday, (July 13) their Dad made an announcement at breakfast,
"I have some wonderful news. Your mother and I have decided that you children deserve a little holiday. Tomorrow morning you will not be going to school and your mother and I will not be going to work. We will all be getting in the car and driving to The Walt Disney World Resort in Florida."
Of course all his brothers and sisters cheered like crazy at the news. Skipping school and going to Disney World. Nothing could be better. But that evening, when everyone else was packing bags and generally getting organized for the jaunt toFlorida, Dad had called Mark and him into his study and told the two older boys the real reason for the trip. He started off asking them what they knew about the Mackey traditions and the choosing ceremony in particular. Both boys were reluctant to admit knowing anything at first, but Dad quickly saw through the deceit and smiled.
"I hated talking about this with my father as well. Your Grandad. But in the end I had to. And what I'm about to tell you is just between us Mackey men. Your mother knows the history, but I'd prefer your sisters never found out. We will have this same talk next year, and Luke will be invited then. And of course you should never repeat anything I'm about to reveal. Do you both understand?"
"Yes sir," answered Daniel and his brother.
Then, in brutal honesty, Dad related the events of the Mackey Choosing Ceremony on July 15th 1968. He explained how he ended up there, and what happened to him and other boys during the five-hour show. The two brothers listened, first with acute embarrassment, but slowly, with more fascination, as the day and its aftermath was recounted in detail. The role played by Uncle Phil and Trey on the actual day was briefly mentioned, and the pivotal role of the slightly older, Foster Mackey and the crippled Fisher and the three full years of abuse that followed. Particular emphasis was placed on the multiple daily fuckings and blow-jobs which were recounted in more detail than either boy wanted to hear.
"Yes, I'm telling you all this to scare you. You need to be. It happened to me and I want to ensure history never repeats itself." He then continued.
"Mark, you are not on the Choosing List this year. I pulled in a good many favors for that. But we are going to Florida to make sure there is no possible chance of you ending up at Old Knot. Daniel, I will do the same for you next year. And I will arrange official exemptions for you and your brothers as soon as I can, so you can take up full family rights with the rest of your cousins. But until you have those exemptions, you are never safe. Go anywhere near Old Knot on July 15th each year and you'll be stripped naked and bend over the logs with the 12-year-olds. It doesn't matter what age you are. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir" both replied.
"As you know, I was raised in this house as were your Aunts Gloria and Alice and your Uncle Phil. We live in Indian Spring because this is our family home. But you need to exercise extreme care in your dealings with the other people here. The Mackeys have a long history in this town and many strange traditions. It's incredibly easy to run afoul of those customs."
After this stunning revelation, Daniel understood why his father got upset when, a few years ago now, he started hanging around with Gerald Mackey. They were the same age, but his new friend was the son of his old enemy Foster. This man, when he was a kid, had fucked their Dad several times each day or could demand blow-jobs on a whim. Daniel shuddered at the prospect of being forced to do all that. He well understood why these two men never spoke.
"Hello, Earth to Daniel. Earth to Daniel. Are you reading us?" Ethan Tucker was yelling.
"Sorry!"
"As I was saying, there's supposed to be an old logger's hut around here somewhere," said Ethan. "Let's split up and look for it. Stevie and Luke, you look on the left side of the track and Daniel and me will look over here."
They all dumped their bikes on the side of the unmade road and headed off in different directions.
"So Luke, you ever done any sex stuff?" asked Stevie when the two boys were alone.
"No way. My Mom says it's a sin against Jesus. But I'm pretty sure my older brothers Mark (14) and Daniel do it in bed at night or maybe in the shower. I think Daniel does it there. I've seen him."
"So you've never jerked-off yourself?" said Stevie apparently seeking confirmation.
"No," answered Luke, but with less certainty this time."
"I reckon you're full of shit Luke. All kids jerk-off. You know about cock-sucking right?"
"Don't say shit. It's a bad word."
"Oh, grow up. Don't be a baby. So you ever wanted to have someone suck your cock or what?'
"Well, when I first heard about blow-jobs I thought it..."
"Okay Luke," cut in Stevie, "I'll make a deal with you. I'll ask you a series of questions. You tell me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth about jerking off and, if I believe you, I'll give you a blow job. Right here, right now."
"How do I know you'll keep your word?"
"You don't. You have to trust me. Deal or no deal? Last chance!"
"Okay," said Luke. "I'm trusting you. What do ya want to know?"
"So, do you jerk-off?"
"Yes."
"How often?"
"Once a day, maybe more."
"So what is it once, or more?"
"Okay, well some days only one time, but other days two times. One day I did it 5 times in a row."
"I believe you. What hand do you use when you jerk-off?"
"My right."
"With your fist or fingers?" asked Stevie demonstrating briefly with his own hand.
"Three fingers" answered Luke holding up his thumb, index and forefinger.
"Okay, only a few more questions. When you jerk-off who do you think about?"
Luke had slowly been growing redder with each question, but blushed in full bloom this time.
Stevie sensed the indecision. "Remember you promised to tell the whole truth."
"Kids at school mostly. Sometimes someone on the TV."
"Boys or girls?"
"Both" whispered a now mortified Luke, looking around wildly, hoping his brother wasn't listening.
"Me too," said Stevie and Luke looked up from the ground in surprise.
"You ever done sex with another person?"
"No! Answered Luke emphatically. "I'm telling the truth."
"I believe you are. You've earned the blow-job. So take off your shorts and boxers and sit on that log over there."
"But what if my brother comes..."
"I wouldn't worry about that. Pretty sure Ethan's over the other side there doing the same to Daniel."
"What?"
"Why do you think we brought you here?"
Stevie had to push the now somewhat reluctant kid over to the fallen tree trunk. It seemed he didn't really believe that he would actually get a blow-job. But the more experienced boy had been turned on mightily listening to this kid as he divulged his deepest darkest secrets. Just a few minutes ago Luke had denied even masturbation, but his true self had been revealed and he was keen to be the first to take him to a new level of pleasure.
Stevie Jacobs had known he was gay for several years. He knew a lot of kids his age didn't actually care too much for girls. And that was true for him as well. But what made him certain about being gay was, whenever he looked at handsome older boys, he got boned up. It was that simple. He wanted those boys. He dreamed about them coming up to him and forcing him to suck their big hairy cocks. Or sometimes they would want to fuck his bottom. And he would let them, even if it hurt at first. And he didn't have to be asleep to have those dreams. They mostly happened when he was awake. One day he had taken a large carrot from the refrigerator to try it out. But that hadn't worked. It was too cold at first, then it got warm and floppy and just broke in two. Then Toby Sanders came into his life. He was a stunning boy with a super-fit body. Stevie couldn't help but fall in love. Love at first sight. He did believe in that. At his age, he couldn't make the subtle distinction between love and lust. But that would come eventually, and he would still retain his faith in love at first sight. Although they had to keep their friendship a secret, Toby did find time to teach him about gay sex and cock-sucking and they had many happy times together.
But being gay was never easy. His little brother Chase teased him all the time about it. They shared a room and he hated every minute he had to spend with the little beast. And there were other kids at school that did the same thing or worse. Sandy or Brad would step in if it got real bad, but they really didn't know what he was going through. Bradley was definitely one-hundred percent straight, and Sandy too. Well that's what he had thought. But after the many recent rumors and first hand reports from other kids around the Spring, perhaps the jury was still out on him. Anyway, Stevie was very happy he had found a soul-mate in Ethan Tucker. The problem was they liked the same kind of boys. And he was off now with the adorable Daniel, while he was stuck with Luke. Not that Luke was a bad kid. Just a bit immature physically and mentally for his taste. But he guessed that in spite of some of the juvenile attitudes and statements, there were hidden depths here as well. The answer to the question of whom he thought about when he jerked off was unexpected, but clearly true. He could easily have mentioned this girl or that. Was Luke Mackey struggling with his sexual identity as well? As Forrest Gump might say, "Life was like a box of chocolates." Stevie liked that film.
He pulled Luke's shorts and boxers down himself. "Nice!" he thought in surprise. An attractive circumcised penis, rock hard, pointing up at a ninety degree angle, about 4 inches long and a very reasonable thickness. No pubic hair yet, but Stevie guessed that wouldn't be long in coming. Just prepubescent. Toby Sanders had taught him that word and it seemed to fit Luke Mackey to a tee. It was how Toby described him. Stevie licked at the round angry-red colored head and Luke sighed loudly.
"I never thought you would do it."
Rather than a verbal answer, Stevie took the shaft of the cock into his mouth and swirled it around several times. Even at eleven, he had sucked enough boy prongs in his life to know this kid was not going to last long. So he moved down to the balls and perineum and tongue-bathed the area generously. But Luke kept grabbing Stevie's head and trying to return it to his penis. Clearly the kid had no staying power. Well two could have some fun with this at least.
"So do you trust me now?" asked Stevie as he looked up into the face of the boy he was blowing.
"Yes, yes, yes. Suck me more."
"I will, but something else you might like first." And Stevie bent down and pulled a small tube of hand cream from his shirt pocket. He coated his index finger in a generous portion of the cream and without further permission, slowly inserted the slick digit into the other boy's anal passage as far as it would go. Luke looked uncomfortable at first, but quickly grew accustomed to this new sensation. Stevie started moving his finger in and out of the other boy's bottom and resumed his sucking of the cock. It took less than twenty seconds for Luke to erupt in ecstasy. There was no precum, or discharge, but Stevie felt the cock vibrating rapidly back and forth around in his lips. But clearly Luke was not finished yet.
"Do it again!" he ordered. So Stevie did. The second orgasm took just over a minute, but the order was repeated.
"Do it again!" The third time took a full 3 minutes. Hardly a record as far as Stevie was concerned, but Luke strained and showed distress on his face as he finally achieved his third orgasm of the day.
The next thing Stevie knew was that the other boy was pulling down his jeans and boxers.
"What are you doing?" he asked concerned.
"It's my turn. I'm paying you back," said Luke
And without the slightest hesitation Luke went down on Stevie's hard boy penis. He was no way in the same class as Ethan, Toby Sanders, or even Jamie Benson – too many teeth and not enough tongue. But Stevie did reach his own dry climax and when he pulled the other boy's head off his rapidly deflating cock and was told what a good job he had done, Luke beamed proudly as if he threw the 52-yard Hail Mary touchdown pass for the winning play in the game.
Yes, definitely hidden depths to this kid Stevie knew.
Seventeen-year-old Raymond Mackey, president of the Junior Council, had had a very busy morning. He was putting the final touches on the 1995 Choosing List that would be published by this time tomorrow. Always a controversial document, this year the contentious issues just piled up on top of others at every turn. He knew the blame would be laid at his feet if this all blew up in their faces. Concern about the many things that could possibly go wrong, was what occupied his mind. He had not been expecting visitors, and was astounded when his Mom showed thirteen-year-old Daniel up to his bedroom that day.
Daniel was the third child of Holden Mackey, part of the very deep Mackey clan. That branch was rather unique as their strong religious views kept them separated from the family a lot of the time. Raymond knew most of the descendants of Clarence Mackey didn't even attend the local schools in Sweetwater, but were bused-off each day to the Edgecity Baptist private school. He recalled with dread all the brouhaha earlier in the year when this kid's father, Holden Mackey, turned up at a Junior Council meeting and demanded official exemptions for Daniel and the older boy, Mark. Both had been on and off the Choosing List in different years. That was the way things were done, but it all changed this year when it was unanimously agreed that no 12-year-olds would be cut from the List in future. And largely that was a result of that intervention from Uncle Holden. There was a large faction on the Council that thought that this religious branch of the family had been ignoring the traditions too long and hadn't provided any boys for the ceremony in over 10 years. Then there was another group that thought some members on the Council were trying to use their influence to keep brothers off the List. It wasn't true, but Jason trying to protect his brother Sean, was often cited as an example. In the end the Council had no choice but to change the bylaws and put every Mackey 12-year-old boy on the List. At least that way, no one could claim one branch of the family was being favored over another.
Uncle Holden did get the exemptions for Daniel and Mark, but he opened up a real can of worms. As a result, his own nephew, Judge, would be at Old Knot this Saturday bending over with the rest of them. In past years that kid would have just been quietly forgotten. Not any more. And Raymond shuddered to think what trouble Judge's mother, Justine, might create. She worked as a secretary at that religious school and was a deacon or something at the Edgecity Baptist Church. And next year Uncle Holden's youngest son, 11-year-old Luke would be caught up as well. Raymond was glad this was his last year on the Council and he'd be safely away at College when those chickens came home to roost.
"Hello Daniel. This is indeed a red letter day. It's not often I get the descendants of Clarence Mackey as visitors. To what do I owe this great pleasure?"
Raymond turned the papers he'd been reviewing upside down and looked over at his visitor. He knew the kid of course. He was shy and kept to himself most of the time. But he was certainly a good looker, and there had been strong pressure to get him down at Old Knot in 1994. But in the end common sense prevailed and he was quietly dropped from the List.
"I'm here to talk to you about the Choosing Ceremony on July 15." His voice gave away his nervousness. After all, he was speaking to the Council President and about to ask for a favor.
"Okay," said Raymond carefully. "What seems to be the problem?"
"It's about Bert, I mean Albert. He's my cousin. Is he on the list?"
"I know who he is Daniel. But I can't confirm the names of any boys on the List until it's officially released. That will happen around this time tomorrow and it will be posted at the Clubhouse as always."
When it was clear Daniel had no idea what to say next, Raymond continued.
"Am I correct in assuming, if Bert is on the List, then you want him off? If that's the case, I have some bad news for you..."
"No, no, no." exclaimed Daniel. "If Bert is in the Choosing and gets picked, I want to apply to be his owner. For three years if I can."
Raymond was astounded. Talk about something out of left field. He didn't see that one coming at all. He knew this kid had never actually used any of the community bottoms before. Officially, looking after the bottoms was Sheldon Redd's job, but Raymond did feel a certain responsibility as Council President, and tried to keep an eye on things as best he could. Daniel was 13, and just looking at the faint darkening of hairs on his lip, the recent growth spurt, and the subtle deepening and cracking of his voice, you would think he had at least discovered the joys of his erecting dick, explored or wondered at the explosion of cum that could now be forcefully and pleasurably discharged from his growing, dropped balls. But apparently not. Raymond had always assumed the religion thing had kept the boy away. But now he wanted ownership of the ass of another boy. Shit, he thought. It might actually be a fun idea. It would get this religious family back involved in Mackey affairs. And they could hardly complain when Luke got bent over next year if Daniel was regularly using one of the bottoms. He would talk to Jason and Sheldon about it. In the meantime, he knew he had to put the kid off for now. Plus he needed more information. Why?
"A lot of people probably would like that. Why you?" he asked.
"His dad tricked my dad and then got to own my dad's ass and mouth for a long time. It's bothered my dad all these years. I want to make it right. You know, kind of even things out."
Raymond understood exactly what the kid was referring to. He had spent hours going through the old archives over the past weeks. The 1968 Choosing Ceremony was significant for several reasons. He wondered whether the Junior Council members at that time had any idea what headaches they were creating for him some 27 years into the future. It was at that Ceremony that the Dawson Exclusion Rule had been agreed upon with the Near Springer representative Hal Tucker. Now that was coming back to bite Mr. Hal Tucker in the ass. And what other Near Springers might be caught in all this in the future. The Dawson Exclusion rule was so broadly written virtually every boy living in Indian Spring for more than a few years might come under its provisions. And the 1968 Choosing Ceremony was also the one where the then thirteen-year-old Holden Mackey had been bottomed for 3 years and had been given two "full-access-rights" owners. That on top of normal bottom duties, would be a crushing burden on any young teen. Fortunately, it had never happened since, but Raymond could understand if Daniel's dad did carry a grudge; or perhaps told his sons he did. But he couldn't tell this kid his true feelings, so he redirected.
"The Choosing Ceremony isn't about old business or `evening things out,' Daniel. You don't have sufficient cause for me to even consider it. Besides, it would take a vote by the entire Junior Council, and it is unlikely it would pass. Sorry, request declined.
"Couldn't you do something? My dad's birthday is coming up and..."
"I am not going to give you a birthday present for your dad," Raymond said, letting anger into his voice. "What happened back then was between your dad, Foster and Fisher. It's ancient history and has nothing to do with the selection that's going to be held this year."
Raymond saw the defeat in Daniel's eyes. He sighed again. "However, I will make sure that your family is treated fairly, as is my job. Perhaps some special arrangement might be made, but I would never agree to such an onerous arrangement like your father had for any boy again."
"Anything else?"
"Yes. Let's say I was the first to fuck a virgin boy - a Near Springer. Could I claim ownership of his ass under the old "First-Use Rules?"
"Do you have a particular boy in mind?"
"Yes."
"Care to give me his name?"
"Not yet."
"So you're asking a general question. But the answer is Yes. Those rules still apply. Personally, I wish they didn't. They are rarely used nowadays. But you would need to get the full Council's approval for such an arrangement. There are older rules that predate the Council itself, but I suspect, they are hardly relevant today. So are you planning on attending the Choosing Ceremony this year?"
"Yes, me and all my brothers will be there and we're gonna vote for Bert to be a bottom."
"Do you think that's fair? Bert never did anything to your dad. And you and Mark never went in a Choosing, but you both got exemptions. And don't forget your other kid-brother, Luke. If I'm correct, he's up next year? No one gets off the List now. So remember the old saying, "what goes around, comes around." Think about it Daniel."
The following morning was Saturday the 8th of July and Sandy was surprised to hear Kevin knocking at the back door of their house before 8:30 AM. As it was summer break, few kids got moving that early. The Mackey bottom was being very demanding and non-communicative as he explained that Sandy had been summoned to attend a meeting at 9:00 AM and they needed to leave now. However, he was not told what this was all about, who they would be meeting with or why. Just that he needed to come immediately, without argument, or face "full Mackey Council retribution."
Sensing the seriousness of Kevin's request and scared shitless, Sandy got on his bike and followed the other boy. They rode in silence for about 20 minutes and eventually ended up at the Mackey Junior Clubhouse. It was the former home of some long-departed family member deep in Tucker Wood. Sandy had never been invited there before, and excitement about seeing the place was tinged with apprehension about what might happen. During the entire ride over, Kevin had refused to say anything about why he was summoned.
"Please don't ask. I can't say anything. I'm in enough trouble as it is."
Sandy guessed it might have something to do with their plans for a sleep-over for the boys on the Choosing List. Someone obviously squealed. He understood it was virtually impossible to keep any secrets in this closed community. Alternatively, they may be wanting to punish him for using the community bottoms. Neither alternative was encouraging.
As Sandy waited in a small room wondering what would happen next, he looked around and recalled the other parts of the clubhouse he had already seen. It looked like a really cool place to hang out with lots of kid stuff everywhere. Sports, car, motorbike, and even somewhat erotic sexy-girl posters abounded. Drink and snack vending machines, loads of cushions and easy-chairs all around. And as he was led by Kevin through the house, they had even walked past two large rooms. One contained a ping-pong and billiard table, and the other a series of computer game consoles with decent sized screens. And was that the much-heralded Sony PlayStation he saw two kids playing? That console was not even supposed to be released for another two months yet and it would cost a fortune he knew.
When Sandy was eventually pushed into a large meeting room by Kevin, he saw older teens sitting at a long trestle-table in front of him.
This room, like the rest of the clubhouse, was clearly meant to impress and intimidate and Sandy felt dutifully overwhelmed. He was not offered a chair, but told to stand 6 feet away from the trestle-table and the older boys who would obviously pass judgment on him. His only similar experience was standing in the principal's office at Junior High earlier that year when he and Toby Sanders had been accused of bullying a really wimpy kid in their homeroom. He guessed they were guilty then too and all three had been suspended for 2 days. As an almost 13-year-old at the time, Sandy had assumed he was too old for a bare-assed whipping from his Dad, but the assumption proved painfully incorrect. He wouldn't forget that incident soon and now, sometimes, tried to help kids who seemed to go out of their way to attract bullies.
After shutting the door to the room, Kevin came and stood next to Sandy. Seated at the table were Raymond Mackey (17) (older brother of Wally Mackey (13) in Sandy's grade at school), Jason Mackey (17) (Kevin's older brother), Hayden Mackey (16) (Tolley's older brother), Bert Mackey (16) (he had an 8th Grade sister, Sandra, that Sandy had lusted over from afar), Paul Hardin (16), older brother of Tim, Tad Mackey (17), Sheldon Redd (17), and James Cormack (16) (the Near Springer representative on the Council). The eight seated boys represented the majority members of the Mackey Junior Council. Missing were Darrell and Hiram. That spoke volumes thought Sandy, as he quickly sized up the situation. But what it meant was still unclear. Although his family had only just moved back to Indian Spring after a five-year absence, and he had missed a lot of the Mackey folklore others his age knew, they had still stayed closely connected, visited on numerous occasions, and he knew most of the names, if not the reputations of kids in the Spring. True, he was nervous, but now less intimidated and would fight for his life, or at least his ass, with all his might.
After quick introductions, Raymond as President of the Council, immediately addressed the standing boy.
"We understand you have some concerns about the upcoming Choosing Ceremony?"
Selecting his words carefully, Sandy avoided the obvious flippant response. "Of course I have concerns. My own ass is on the line." But he guessed they weren't ready to talk about that just yet.
"I have two major concerns and then some less urgent matters if time permits."
Sandy was pulling out all the stoppers. Diplomacy, politeness, and authority. He knew he needed all the skills he learned in Debate Club at school. He had a talent for public speaking, and now was the time to use those skills to the max. His mom thought he should become a politician, but Dad said, `The boy needs an honest profession.' He chuckled mentally at the recollection.
"Would you care to enlighten us?"
"Shit!" Sandy thought. Self-deprecation was an appropriate way to start he guessed. Not that he even knew the word, but the concept was familiar.
"In my selfish, and ill-considered reintroduction to Indian Spring, I had occasion to meet two members of this Council not in attendance here today," he said choosing his words carefully, watching the eyes of the council members to ensure he was on the right track.
"One of those guys told me that he intended that his younger brother be selected as Community Bottom this year and how he looked forward to hearing the screams of agony from the boy as he was savagely introduced into anal intercourse. He then suggested the younger boy be mercilessly used by anyone interested. I know the 12-year-old boy in question. He was in the same class as my brother, Bradley, last school year. I am no psychiatrist, but I was concerned that David – the boy's name is David – may attempt to harm himself or others."
"Why do you say that?" was the next obvious question asked by Raymond again.
"I spoke to David at some length at my brother's 12th birthday party. I was trying to stop the kid being bullied. We talked for some time in the tree house we had in our old backyard. As far as I could tell, David had few interests, like sports or games, no friends, and was being put-down by other kids at school, by a domineering older brother and by parents who seemed hardly aware of his existence. As we talked more, he opened up and he told me of his interest in guns and hunting which seemed to be his only passion. Apparently, his father has a big collection of weapons and hunting equipment. He mentioned that he knew where his father kept the keys to his gun-safe and that he was an accurate marksman. He never mentioned anything about hurting anyone, but the thing with the guns scared me. I could sense he was seething with anger against the kids that bullied him, his family and life in general. I told my mother later that day about our conversation. She said she would speak to David's parents. Not sure if she ever did. After the party, I completely forgot about David until I met Darrell Mackey a few weeks ago.
"Anything more?" asked a worried looking Hayden.
"Yes, one other kid, who rumor has it, is on your list - Malcolm McEwen. I only met him for a few minutes yesterday. He may have more issues than David. Tolley is basically forcing him to come to a sleep-over my brother Bradley is having tomorrow night. I suspect he thinks every other human being is out to get him in some way. He seems to trust almost no one and like David has few friends and a screwed-up home life. I worry about him at a Choosing Ceremony."
"Oh, and one more – Judge Mackey – jeez a total innocent. Religious family. Crazy. We spoke briefly. Not sure if the kid even wanks-off yet. I doubt it. My 10-year-old brother Chass knows more about sex than Judge. Definitely done more too, I think. Get Judge at a Choosing and the kid will totally freak!
"It sounds like you've been rather busy. Why did you speak with so many boys on the Choosing List over the past few days?" asked a pissed-off looking Sheldon Redd.
"Well, I spoke to Kevin, Sean, and my brother Brad, about my concern for David. I said we needed to help him be less isolated and alone. Then Sean talked about Malcolm McEwen, and so I wanted to speak to that kid as well. I'm pretty sure that, in the minds of almost any 12-year-old in Indian Spring, the Choosing Ceremony is the most important thing in their lives just now and so I figured a kid should have lots of friends around him at a time like that. The problem is not all of them do. And I thought we should help."
"Later, we ended up going through the names of all the boys on the list, as far as we knew. Brad and Sean know them better than me. By this time Kevin had gone, but Tolley and Seth had joined us. They all agreed that everyone on the List would hate being chosen, but most would cope okay, in the end. Sorry, a little joke to lighten the mood around here."
Sandy detected brief smiles cross the lips of several council members with his intended pun, but nobody was laughing. It was just too serious, so he continued,
"But everyone was worried about David and Malcolm. Then Brad came up with the idea of a sleep-over at our place in a few days. We would invite all the Choosing List boys and have some time together for discussion of each kid's worries and some fun as a group. Then someone suggested that David and Malcolm needed a bunch of new best friends. That sounded like a good idea and so – Brad, Sean, Tolley, and Seth took on the job of being David and Malcolm's new best friends and ensuring these two guys were alone as little as possible, over the next 8 days. Brad and Sean agreed to bring David, kicking and screaming if necessary, to the sleep-over and Tolley and Seth will do the same with Malcolm."
"Did you have authority for any of that?" asked Hayden.
"No Sir. I didn't. But I make no apology for trying to help David or Malcolm. If our actions have somehow made matters worse, I'm sorry. But take it out on me. I'm responsible here and I alone should be punished. As for the rest of the stuff you've got against me, I guess I'm guilty as charged. After a period of being a total ass, I am now taking my role as big brother seriously. So, my only other concern is helping my brother Bradley cope with the Choosing as much as possible."
"I'm glad you feel like that. We have one further matter to deal with this morning," said Jason Mackey.
"It had come to our attention that you, Sandy Jacobs, have usurped Mackey rights in contravention of the bylaws of the Junior Council. Put more simply, we understand that you have made use of three of the Mackey community bottoms although you are not an official member of our community, that you never went through a Choosing Ceremony and that you have never received an official exemption. Is this correct?
"Yes sir," replied Sandy lowering his head in shame. This is where they get to the punishment bit he assumed.
"It has been further stated that you approached a member of this council for permission to use one of the bottoms, but that permission was denied in the strongest possible terms. Is that also correct?"
There seemed hardly any point in denying this as it was Jason he spoke to, and so Sandy replied,
"Yes sir" once again. "My only excuse is ignorance. My family has lived outside Indian Spring for the last 5 years, and I didn't understand the rules or know about the need for an exemption."
But you appeared to have no problem in learning the rules about the use of the community bottoms and taking full advantage of this right?
"Yes sir, I guess so... I'm sorry, I thought I was given permission by..."
"Don't worry boy. You will be sorry," shouted an angry Sheldon Redd cutting Sandy off from saying more.
A much calmer Raymond Mackey ordered,
"Jacobs, go and wait in the other room while we discuss all this. Kevin, you go with him. But no talking. Understand?"
Both boys nodded and left the room. A minute later they sat in the small ante-chamber in total silence, each lost in their own thoughts and neither willing to risk further trouble by disobeying orders and talking. About 10 minutes later Jason Mackey entered the room and told Kevin to disappear for 15 minutes.
When his younger brother had gone, Jason looked at Sandy and said,
"I'm about to tell you something that has to be kept a total secret. You need to promise me now that what I'm about to say will go no further - not to your best friends, your brothers, or even your parents. Do you agree?"
"Okay," said Sandy not sure what was coming.
"If you break this oath I assure you that the Council will impose the severest penalty it can on you. Understood?"
Sandy nodded again and said "yes" when Jason indicated he needed a verbal response.
"Good!" The older boy examined Sandy closely looking for any sign of deceit, but eventually continued,
"Kevin came to me Monday night and told me of your concerns for David. At first, I thought you were being melodramatic, overstating the dangers, and that he was falling for your tale. But then he also explained how you had been ensnared in Darrell and Hiram's trap. I knew the details of course – the whole Council did. They weren't exactly keeping that a secret. Basically, I was pretty pissed-off at you for going behind my back and thought a little shock on Choosing Day might be a very appropriate reward. But then Kevin told me about the warning he gave you that afternoon even though all the bottoms were ordered not to do so under pain of severe Council punishment. Kevin said you agreed to never mention the warning and you would pretend suitable surprise on Choosing Day to protect him. Is that true?
"Yes, but I wish he hadn't told you. I would never have said anything," answered a deeply troubled Sandy. It seemed that both he and Kevin were in the shit up to their necks.
"Well, I am very glad he did," the older boy continued. "Kevin said he was telling me this because he totally believed you, and he needed me, or the Council to do something. I knew he understood how much trouble he was in by telling me this, so I decided to investigate a little. But I soon concluded I had no idea what to do. So, I spoke to our father. Dad rang Duane Mackey, Darrell and David's dad. Uncle Duane checked his gun-safe and found two rifles, one handgun, and a bunch of ammunition missing. David denied taking the guns, so they searched his room, but found nothing. Then Aunt Sarah remembered that David spent most of his time alone at his fort in the forest. They got flash-lights, went there and found the guns and ammunition. They also found plans for a hunting blind David was making, concealed in the trees close to Old Knot. My dad joined Uncle Duane this morning and they found the hunting blind after an hour searching. It was very well camouflaged and almost complete."
"Anyway, Aunt Sarah has taken David and his little sister, Denise, to California to stay with her brother. Apparently, he's a child psychiatrist and he works at a hospital for troubled kids. David will be getting intensive help over the next... however long it takes. Thus, David won't be at this years' Choosing Ceremony, and if he ever returns, he will have a full Council exemption. Uncle Duane is totally pissed at Darrell and Hiram. He asked the Council to make them both community bottoms, but I managed to talk him down from that. We don't have 17-year-old bottoms. But neither of them have been seen for two days."
"Anyway, your concerns about David were well founded. But I hope you understand why you can never tell anyone about what I just told you. Officially, Uncle Duane and Aunt Sarah are having marriage issues and she has taken the younger kids back to live with her family in California. . Do you understand?"
"Yes, I get it," answered Sandy, but what will happen to David in the ... I don't know, long term?"
"I'm not sure anybody knows that yet. I guess that's up to the psychiatrist."
"So, if you already knew all this, why did you make me go before the Council for all those questions?" asked Sandy.
"Several reasons. Firstly, I wanted to see how you acted under pressure. But you spoke well and everyone was really impressed at how you dealt with the questions. We are always looking for future leaders on the Junior Council and you have now been marked down for consideration. Secondly, I wanted the Council to meet you. A third of them wanted to pin a medal on you, another group wanted you bottomed today and a final lot still wanted you to go through the Choosing Ceremony next week. By meeting you I have convinced enough of the Council to agree to a fourth alternative I'm about to give you. "
"I think I like the medal alternative best," said Sandy with a cheeky smirk.
"Sorry, but that was never a real option. You pissed off a very influential Council member, Paul Hardin, when you did his brother, Tim, at the forest bench in front of witnesses. When Tim was made a bottom 2 years ago, he was promised no more public fuckings after Choosing Day. Everyone had followed that special dispensation until you came along."
"Shit!" exclaimed Sandy. "You know about that?' "Tim never told me."
"The Council knows about most things that happen in Indian Spring."
"Well, you missed the David thing though."
"Yep, we did miss that, and that's why you're gonna get this special deal. Rather than go through the Choosing Ceremony, or be bottomed today, you will agree to become the bottom's bottom for the next 12 months. We haven't had one for a while, but it is part of the bylaws and I have enough support to get it passed. Basically, as the bottom's bottom your mouth and ass becomes available to any current Mackey community bottom, without restriction. But only to them. No one else has rights to you at all. The good news is that the bottoms rarely ever take up those rights. They get more sex than they ever wanted completing their normal community obligations. However, I suspect Kevin might be an exception to that rule. He told me what you two have been doing together. You know he loves you?"
"Yes, I guessed. I like him too. A lot. This gay sex thing is not really a turn-off for me at present, but I never promised a long term commitment. Just some mutual fun for a while. I felt we needed to be equals in that relationship. But I still can't believe what I did in front of Sean and Bradley the other day."
"He told me about that too. And I have already warned him about the day when you start dating girls. But I think we should cross that bridge when we get to it."
"So what happens to Kevin? I mean about him warning me?
"Nothing. I haven't told the Council and I'm assuming you are not going to either?"
"No Sir, no way."
"Call me Jason, please."
"Okay Jason. But what about Malcolm McEwen?"
"We're way ahead of you on that one. All the Council members have agreed that Malcolm will not end up as one of the community bottoms. It sometimes seems we agree on very little, but I got everyone's okay on that. We have ways to protect kids when we need to. Malcolm has a very difficult home life, and has few friends as you say. But after he has gone through the Choosing he will become a permanent part of the Mackey community and no one can ever take that away. He'll have places to go. He can hang-out here at the clubhouse whenever he likes and every other Mackey is honor-bound to protect him."
"But let's get back to your choice. One other advantage of being the bottoms' bottom is you will get all the rights associated with that community service including the 10 voting points on Choosing Day. You said that one of your aims was to help protect your brother Bradley. With ten minus points you can pretty well guarantee he won't get picked. He'll probably get a mess of check marks though. Sheldon Redd will take care of that."
"One last thing you need to know is that Paul and Tim Hardin have got it in for you. They insist your deflowering be public with at least 10 Mackeys present as witnesses and with 3 bottoms – the one's you used – Kevin, Tanner Mackey and Tim Hardin. Also be aware that Tim will have unrestricted access to both your mouth and ass for the remainder of his time as a bottom. He can, and probably will, demand blowjobs and fucks several times a day and probably in front of other Mackeys. He can't do it in front of girls or any non-Mackeys and it's only 7 days from tomorrow that he's got left. However, I wouldn't expect too much mercy from him or his brother Paul. But the older boy can't touch you himself, of course."
"So what's your decision? Take the bottom's bottom deal or take a chance at the Choosing next week?"
Sandy felt he should have been given time to consider his options and weigh all the advantages and disadvantages. Perhaps a month of thinking time would do. But clearly that was not going to happen today. Becoming the bottom's bottom would not have been his first choice, but it seemed slightly better than the other alternatives. At worst, he could probably save Brad this year and Stevie the next from an even worse fate. And if Jason was correct, the other bottoms were not likely to make use of his services too much, apart from Kevin of course. He could live with that for a year. However, he feared he was in for a torrid week ahead with Tim Hardin. That would be a real bummer, he mused. There was deep enmity there. But in reality, what choice did he have? So he answered, in as bright a voice as he could muster,
"I guess the Mackey community bottoms have a new toy. One stipulation though. Could I do it for 13 months? That gives me the bottom points for both Brad, who I owe big time, and Stevie whose sexuality is, I don't know, maybe clearer by July 15, 1996. That leaves out my youngest brother Chass of course, but he's at least two years away from a Choosing. Besides, he's a real tearaway and it actually might do him good to face a choosing unaided."
"I do have one more question though," continued Sandy.
"Is it true 10-year-olds can come to the Choosing?"
"Well, officially no. But about 7 years ago now a group of boys that age were caught spying on proceedings from poorly hidden vantage points in the surrounding bushes and trees at Old Knot. They were easily captured, frog-marched into the main clearing, told to drop their pants and underwear in front of the entire Mackey boy community, and given 5 whacks each with a belt by one of the Council members. But then, rather than being told to go home after the punishment, they were allowed to redress and just disappeared into the crowd of older brothers and cousins and got to watch the rest of the event in comfort from the bleachers. They couldn't vote and had no official status, but provided they remained reasonably quiet and respectful, they were ignored. So, ever since, the braver or more curious 10-year-olds knew they can watch the Choosing, provided they were prepared to pay the painful and somewhat embarrassing admission price."
"Fuck!" exclaimed Sandy to himself. Chass was spot-on he thought.
"Err, you better make sure someone remembers to bring the strap. I'm pretty sure there's gonna be a bunch of 10-year-olds at the Choosing this year."
"Your youngest brother?" asked Jason.
"Yeah, Chase and five or six other boys he calls `his gang.'"
"As long as they're all Mackeys?"
"They are."
"No problem then," laughed the older boy. "The public spanking of a group of 10-year-olds always gets the ceremony off with a bang."
"So when and how do you want to do the baptism of fire? – Your public deflowering by the three bottoms."
"Well, what about my brother's sleep-over on Sunday night? Most of the boys on the list will be there as the witnesses – Mackey's all. I will invite Kevin, Tanner and Tim, but Kevin gets to go first. Alright?"
"I think the Council can agree on all that. In view of how you stopped a potential disaster and that you are going out of your way to help, they have given permission for your brother's sleepover. I will get Kevin the complete Choosing list after the meeting today."
"I wasn't aware that we needed permission to hold a sleepover at my house," said Sandy.
"Don't be a smart-ass! Anything to do with the Choosing List has always been an issue for the Junior Council. But this year, it has been 10 times worse."
"So is it true that Kelley Tucker is on the list even though he's not a Mackey?"
"Good God! You know about that?" said Jason looking squarely at the other boy.
"Just heard rumors. That's all," replied Sandy fearing he might have put Kevin in the shit again. He wished he could control his big mouth sometimes.
"Well, it's official now and so I guess there's no need for silence on the issue any longer. Darrell told Kelley yesterday and Raymond will be explaining the compromise with Mr. Tucker and Mr. Brewer today. Kelley Tucker and Cal Brewer are on the List this year because of an old obscure by-law that hasn't been used since the 1960s. A thing called the Dawson Exclusion named after a kid that became a bottom back then even though he wasn't really a Mackey in a Kinset. Anyway, the whole Tucker-Brewer thing caused one hell of a fight on the Council that almost came to blows at times. I don't have time now, but ask Kevin about the factions in the Mackey community. It will certainly explain a lot. Anyway, in the end the Council reached a compromise and put both Tucker and Brewer on the List and agreed not to officially promote either boy as a bottom at the Choosing Ceremony. And that's why every 12-year-old is on the List now. Even kids like Judge Mackey, who under normal circumstances would never have been considered. The Mackeys are at war with one another. Tell Kevin he has my permission to explain all. I think we're gonna need leaders like you in a few years. Anything else?"
"So after I get fucked at the sleep-over, do I get an official exemption and have the other Mackey rights?"
"Yes, sorry I should have mentioned that. As soon as Kevin does the deed, you will have the full rights like any other Mackey that's been through a Choosing. You won't need an exemption as an official Mackey bottom. You can hang-out at the club-house, vote in Junior Council elections, run for office, have your say at Grand Council meetings (when the boy and girl councils hold joint meetings), get the usual Mackey discounts at the shops in town, get special deals on technology and game stuff offered from Ryan Mackey and so on. A full list of rights is posted on the bulletin board in the foyer."
"Do I still get to use the bottoms? That's what got me into this mess in the first place."
"Well, yes! We have always allowed the bottoms to sort out that for themselves. But remember, they will get to use you as well. And not just your ass. They can demand blow-jobs whenever they want. Anything else?
"I don't think...Sorry, one last thing, I promise."
"What about the scouts?" asked Sandy, hesitantly thinking about what Chass had said last night.
"You mean the White Parties? They have nothing to do with official Mackey policy, and given your new "bottom status" I suggest you stay away. Nobody will be forcing you to attend. Unless you suddenly decide you like being fucked by a bunch of teens and preteens, keep clear. That's how this whole Tucker and Brewer disaster started. I think Kevin went to a couple, but that was his choice. It's not a Mackey thing. Anyway, I've got to go. The rest of the Council is waiting for your answer. Good luck for Sunday night!"
"I have been practicing," yelled Sandy as the older boy left the room.