Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2023 08:44:39 -0500
From: Michael Perry <1mikeperry@gmail.com>
Subject: Alan's Beach Chapter 15

Written by Sarge AKA Aldric <pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com>, Charles Well
<charleswell@tutanota.com> and David <dthorn1970@gmail.com>

Warning:

This story is a sexual fantasy about young teen and preteen boys having
sex. It was written by adults for the entertainment of other adults. The
people, places and events detailed here are made up. The authors would
never wish to see the events in this tale happen to anyone in real life.

Chapter 15 – Aftermath

Epilogue

Andy Dunn

Twelve-year-old Andy Dunn made sure to honor all of his commitments made
prior to MAC Day. Those to Tiny and the four boys who voted for him, Tim
McCoy, his manager, and especially to his brother, Sim.

With Tiny, the afternoons on the small strip of land on the actual beach at
Alan's Beach were all interesting. Perhaps he'd have even admitted they
were fun, except that they all ended with him getting fucked and giving
blowjobs. In the first one, he was a Roman citizen who broke a law and was
put on the slave market. In another, he was a police officer caught by
criminals. In all of them, Tiny had a plot, props as needed, and a story
line. He allowed Sim to play as well. The worse part was that they also had
an audience, most composed of kids who would be in the same grade as Andy
when school started.

The Trust had insisted that the discovery of the lost Horace Mackey gold be
kept a secret for now. Andy and his parents quickly agreed with the
decision as they didn't want their son to become a target for every conman
and confidence trickster in town with a get rich scheme. Still there were
plenty of worthy recipients for some of the money. He secretly helped as
many boys as he could, especially those who he thought needed it the
most. The mortgage on his parent's house was paid off, and his father was
able to secure a loan on a brand-new fishing boat, one big enough to take a
crew of 8 further offshore than where he'd been able to fish before.

He only used the free pass he and Tim had with Ollie once. Tim used it a
second time. But he did fuck Colton the second time, insisting that Sim and
Tim McCoy, as well as both Ollie and Bret, watch him do it. It was revenge,
pure and simple, and he was surprised that it didn't make him any
happier. Yeah, he enjoyed the fuck very much, but he felt bad at the same
time. But at least he learned that Bret was okay. Not finishing in first
place could have made his life at home hell.

Landon Kelly

Thirteen-year-old Landon Kelly was miserable beyond belief. He'd worked so
hard to please his dad, getting the contract between he and Carter Boyd
changed so that the company would be his, not the poor son of a
tradesman. But somehow, the kid had outsmarted him.

His dad offered no support, reminding him of the dangers he was putting
himself into. As bad as the ending had been, at least he'd defeated Carter
and could prove to his dad that he was smart enough to run the
business. The day after MAC Day, he had gone to his father to ensure money
needed to start the company was available, and decided to use the rest day
to visit horse farms around the area. He knew next to nothing about horses,
and when he brought an offer back home, his father pointed out several
things that were wrong with the price, starting with the fact that the
horses were already past their prime. Not old, not yet, but they wouldn't
last beyond two seasons. "Try again," his father ordered. "Take someone who
knows something with you. You'll have to pay him for his service, but you
have the thousand dollars for entering MAC Day to use for that.

He hated to part with any of the hard-earned money, but the person he hired
didn't want much. Not money, the fifty dollars he wanted was pocket
change. But Bernie Mackey, a boy a year younger than him, wanted a fuck for
going along and two blowjobs for each horse they looked at. He didn't get a
better offer. Nobody wanted to help him. Word of how he'd tricked Carter
Boyd had spread to all of Alan's Beach. He gave up and accepted the offer
from Bernie.

After looking at six horses over the next three days, while still needing
time to meet his minimums from MAC Day, he had an offer that Bernie's dad
said was a good one. Eight hundred dollars for two horses, both young,
including the harnesses they would need. He went back to his father, who
had bad news. "You were defeated again," his dad began. "Carter Boyd has
formed his company, and has an exclusive deal with Lansing Timber. He's
already purchased what he needs."

"Where did the money come from?" Landon asked. "His second place finish
wouldn't be anywhere near enough. The money you spent trying to influence
the BC worked to ensure he got nothing."

"I don't know, but somebody supplied it. And I can't find a soul in town
who will tell me who. I suspect that damn lawyer, Bryce Mackey, did
it. You're defeated. You could work to clear our land, but I think your
management skills are lacking so badly that it would cost me more to
finance you than to hire the Boyd kid."

Another thought hit him below the belt. The agreement he'd made with
Bernie's dad included the payment of money. And, allowing Bernie head of
the line privileges for a fuck followed by twelve blowjobs for the six
horses they'd seen. And now he had no need for the horses. He knew his dad
wouldn't back him if he tried to get out of the deal he'd made. Once again,
Carter had whipped his tail, and there wasn't a thing he could do about
it. Well, maybe one thing. He could go see him and demand to fuck
him. Yeah, after he did, Carter would turn around and demand the same from
him, but as long as he kept up with his maximums, the boy wouldn't ever get
to do it.

It was yet another dismal failure. He went early in the morning after
having a party at home where he made sure he met his maximum number of
fucks and blowjobs after midnight.

Carter had only just recently woken up. Nobody in their right mind would
come around at this time of the morning. Yet, here was his worst enemy. And
he couldn't say no.

"Okay, but then I get to fuck you right back," challenged Carter.

"Nope. I've already met my maximums for the day," Landon stated. "If you
don't believe me, you can take it to the BC. After I fuck you. Twice."

Carter said he would, but for right now, he was over a barrel. He had
provided nothing to any other boy, and Landon knew it. That was why he'd
come so early in the morning. There was no other choice than to let Landon
have his way.

He tried to give his lube to Landon, but the other boy simply smiled. "Do
yourself to your satisfaction, and then do me."

It wasn't going to be his first time being fucked. And it certainly would
be far from the last time. But he knew it would be the one he would
remember the most. He used the lube on himself. Then he carefully applied
as much as he dared to the teen's jerking dick. Even though he was cautious
applying it, he came very close to making Landon shoot.

He started to lean over his bed, but Landon stopped him. "On your back,
with your legs in the air."

An awkward position. Carter knew the teen had chosen it deliberately.

The first one was done hard and fast, the focus was to enjoy the end of the
ride. No slowing down, no pauses, just several quick and deep thrusts in.
He stayed inserted after the last of his bursts had been fired. It took
nearly a minute before he was fully hard again.

The second one was for punishment. For making him have to sign up for MAC
Day. For causing him to lose his father's respect. He pushed in, stopped,
and waited. Then pulled back. He had all morning, and lots of stamina. He
was going to make it last as long as he could. With each pause, he studied
Carter's face, enjoying the unspoken rage he saw in the boys' eyes. It took
all of ten minutes before he was done.

Landon left without saying another word.

It wasn't until the day before the MAC Day that would end his and Carter's
service time before Landon returned. Like the first time, it was early in
the morning. And as on that hateful day, he did it twice. Once quickly, and
once slowly. It was the only form of revenge he could deliver, and he
wanted the upstart poor kid to remember if forever.

Curly Flynn

For Curly, every day was Christmas. He had access to Rock's dick as often
as the teen allowed it. Outside of that, he had enough customers that he
could pick and choose who he let fuck him and who he blew. And the best
part of all was that he was careful to not let on that he was enjoying
every moment of it. He was pretty sure that the MC, Tristan Mackey, had
guessed it, but if so, he kept it to himself.

Curly's only concern was what he was going to do when his two years as a
Tailer were over. He'd be fifteen then, and his only source of sexual
release would then suddenly go to being just his right hand. But until
then, he was solidly establishing himself as the go-to Tailer who only
turned boys away when he was truly exhausted.

Levi McGill

Eleven-year-old Levi McGill had set out hoping to not get any votes and
thus not end up as a Tailer. He'd only entered MAC Day because he lost the
bet to Mason, his first cousin. But then there were only three boys his age
entered, so he knew he was going to be a Tailer regardless of the votes.

On stage, he realized his mistake. Why settle for third place? So at this
last minute he made the decision to do the best he could. He made a verbal
deal with Derreck O'Brien, one of his best friends, to promote his
cause. He got some support, but still ended up last in the voting. There
was no way he was going to beat the kid just here from Ireland, Shane
O'Brien, who had first place locked up well before the big day. And in
truth, he didn't feel bad about not beating Bret Mackey, knowing that kid's
dad might beat him for not getting first place.

The only good thing was that he had enough support from Derreck and his
friends to meet his maximums, thus blocking out Mason. However, to achieve
that, he was getting fucked six times a week - every week, until he turned
twelve when it increased to ten times a week. At the same time, he had to
give fifteen blowjobs a week. It was too much, and after the first two
weeks, he politely asked Derreck and his buddies to not come over. At least
not as often, and Mason and his friends were given turns using his ass and
mouth.

But his cousin surprised him. After the first week, Mason and his friends
came over on some occasions without asking for any use of his sexual
services.

That of course opened the door to other kids in his grade, resulting in
another week where he maxed out on his requirements, but after the initial
exposure, that also rapidly was reduced. However, it was going to be a long
three years all the same.

On the bright side, he had the ten dollars a week he earned by finishing in
third place, and his parents were getting the remaining hundred a week, so
his social standing was somewhat improved, especially when it came to
girls. Having actual cash to buy popcorn at the theatre, or sodas at the
café was enough to be able to have a girl with him often on weekends.

When he turned eighteen, he'd have the $50,000 or a college
scholarship. And later in life, there would be the interest-free loans
available to him. These were the perks all boys who finished in the top
three places in their age group on MAC Day received. His life sucked for
now, but for the first time, Levi began thinking about college and what
he'd like to do later in life.

Shane and Ronan O'Brien

For the first time in his life, eleven-year-old Shane O'Brien was the hero
of the family. The thousand-dollar entry prize combined with the $330 a
week for finishing in first place immediately changed the lives of him, his
brother, and their mother. He and Ronan got new clothes; the first clothes
Shane ever remembered getting that hadn't been worn first by another boy.

While their mom was looking for land on which to build a house so the
family could move out of their paternal grandparent's place, he and Ronan
were surprised when Andy Dunn and Carter Boyd stopped by.

"Hey, tusa an b"rd sin a chuaigh amach ..."

Ronan hit him in the shoulder, hard. "English, how many times do I have to
tell ye," his brother said.

 "You chickened out of the MAC Day stuff," Shane tried. If not for that, he
wouldn't have even known who the boy was.

"I didn't chicken out, something else happened," Andy said. "And we're not
here because of the MAC Day. I think you ought to talk to Carter about
something. Your mom will have to be here too."

"Our ma is out, but we'll listen," Ronan said. "But if another boy shows
up, Shane has to work." Shane O'Brien had quickly become one of the most
popular new Tailers in Alan's Beach. Although nobody could understand half
of what he said, his Tailering services went above and beyond those
expected and he rarely turned any boy away. Although officially, he was
only available to boys, not more than 12 months older than him, until his
12th birthday, Shane never inquired too closely about another kid's age.

The four boys sat at the brand-new picnic table his prize money had
purchased. They'd hardly started the conversation when Ms. O'Brien showed
up.

"We be having some kind o talk bout something that you gotta hear too,"
Shane said to her.

Carter started over. "I'm buying some horses and starting a business."
Before he could go on, Shane interrupted him.

"Then you be wanting Ronan. He talks horse. He was in charge of the ponies
back at the mine."

"I want you both," Carter said. "I need workers, and the word is that you
two are strong and dependable. I'll pay you each five dollars an hour, and
that will go up once I see that what I heard is accurate."

"That's a lot of money," the boy's mother said. "They know how to work, but
Shane just won, uh, something. We've got money."

"He knows what Shane won, Ma," Ronan explained. "He was on stage too. And I
could use some money that I earned instead of having to beg it off Shane or
ask you for it."

"This job will be work outside of Alan's Beach, so what Shane and I have to
do will not be part of it. I will limit the hours to make sure that he and
I don't get into trouble with the Boy's Council for not meeting the
minimums."

Two weeks later, the boys were on Lansing Timber land, beginning the first
day of Carter's company work. They proved to be every bit as strong and
dependable as had been advertised, and their pay rapidly climbed. When they
worked, it was a lot of hours, but the work was spotty at first. However,
by the time school started, other lumber companies began to make offers,
and Carter knew he was going to need more equipment and workers.

Hank Boyle

Twelve-year-old Hank Boyle had known what he was in for when he signed up
for MAC Day. Using his best friend, Marcus Mackey as both trainer and
manager had worked. His goal was to change his life. His oldest brother was
a stock boy at the supermarket, and had little future ahead of him. Hank
wanted more.

His first problem was finding a place to meet with his `clients', his
euphemism for the seemingly endless number of kids who wanted to feel their
dicks in either his mouth or his ass.

Marcus solved that problem for him too. He met with Andy Dunn, who offered
the use of the former bunkhouse that Andy was using on his parent's
property. And for no payment, as Andy said he wasn't going to be using it
all that much.

"After all," Andy explained, "Hank is my second cousin and our two families
have always been close."

Hank didn't understand what had become of cousin Andy, who, according to
rumor, had chickened out after signing up for MAC Day. He knew Andy well
and would never believe that. But he remembered something about `looking
gift-horses in the mouth' and happily accepted the generous offer. It was a
perfect solution and a lot better than doing it in the bedroom he shared
with five brothers.

It did lead to a couple of moments when they both had clients meet there at
the same time, but they worked out a schedule. And it came with the
advantage that Andy was willing to trade blow jobs with him on
occasion. Plus, Andy's middle brother, Sim, filled in when he needed a boy
to meet the weekly requirements.

He had been willing to settle for third place, so he was happy with his
second-place finish and the money that came with it. He'd made no deals to
get votes, so all he had now was to meet the minimum requirements. Still,
for a straight boy, that was a lot, and the first week had him thinking
he'd made a monstrous mistake. But the second week had fewer boys, and
third even less. Soon, it became a chore that he could survive.

Facing many of his school mates was actually worse than sucking them or
being fucked by them. But only one made fun of him, and when he told Marcus
about it, that boy never came back. He even apologised to him in school for
his behaviour.

He was a Tailer for two years, but he now had money in his pocket for the
first time ever. And he soon discovered that some of the rich kids would
pay him for a fuck even if he was past his daily quota, or if they wanted
to do it in a public setting. And he knew that once he turned eighteen,
he'd have enough money to go to college and change his life
permanently. That thought kept him happy as he served his tailering duties.

Of course, it was his former Campaign Manager and Trainer, Marcus Mackey,
who was Hank's most regular `client.' Hank understood that the rich kid
really did have the hots for him sexually. But Marcus had kept all the
promises he made about getting him votes and organizing his training and so
Hank really did feel an obligation to put this particular rich kid at the
top of his list every day. But the two boys had been honest with one
another and Hank had explained to Marcus that he could get whatever he
wanted from him for the next two years, but shouldn't have any expectations
after that. Thus, Hank was pleased to learn that Marcus had also become a
regular client of Curly Flynn and it was clear to anyone with half a brain,
that Curly was gay.

Then there were three of his own brothers. Since Hank had become a Tailer
and started bringing home big money into the family, all Hank's brothers
old enough to understand, wanted in on the Tailering action and their
parents were keen to promote that idea. The oldest boy, who worked as a
shelf stacker at the supermarket, was kicking himself for his lost
opportunity. He was way too old now. However, Colin and the twins, Alex and
Freddy, were already planning to enter the MAC next year in the 12 and
11-year-old age categories. All three of them shared the good looks, blue
eyes, slightly wavy blond hair, and bubble-butts, that were obviously
inherited traits of this branch of the Boyle Family. And after Marcus's
success with Hank, all three of the eligible brothers were keen to sign up
the boy from the wealthy side of town as their own Campaign Manager.  As an
added bonus, Hank was already acting as blowjob trainer for Colin and the
twins, and he had to admit that their skills in the oral arts were
improving quickly. Hank also planned to start 11-year-old Colin on the
training box soon. He was perfectly aware that there was demand for
11-year-olds, but the official Alan's Beach Tailers of that age were off
limits to anyone more than 12 months older. However, private arrangements
were certainly possible, and now, as a current Tailer, Hank knew which of
his clients he might approach in that regard. Thus, like everything in
life, there were swings and roundabouts, but Hank Boyle was pleased with
his decision to enter the MAC and he could see a brighter future for
himself and other members of his family.

Billy O' Brien

On the rest day following MAC Day, 12-year-old Billy wasn't sure how he
felt. He was a Tailer for the next two years, so that sucked. Especially
since his family was somewhat wealthy. Getting blown by or fucking a rich
kid was every poor boy's dream. He knew he'd have no trouble meeting the
minimum number of fucks and blowjobs he needed to provide.

On the other hand, Mitch Boyle had failed in his schemes. He guessed Mitch
was probably pretty pissed about that, as clearly, he had expected Billy to
finish last. That would have made him a private Tailer for Mitch and his
brother for a year or two.

So now he had the $700 Mitch had promised, plus thirty from calling on Kyle
and Jim to fuck him on stage. He'd given up his computer, so at the moment
he was without one, but he was positive he could raise the money quickly
enough. Worst case was he got $8 a week for the third-place finish in the
12-year-old age group on MAC Day. It should have been ten, but the O'Brien
rules said that he had to give twenty percent of his income to the other
families to help the O'Briens rise out of the gutter they had ended up in
back in the 1930's.

The next morning he was awoken by his father, and not pleasantly. "From now
on, you can sleep in the shed. Put up a sign telling boys where to find you
so that your mother and I don't have to answer the door at six o'clock in
the goddamn morning!"

His father stepped aside and allowed Mitch, Kyle, and Jim to enter his
room.

"Good morning to you, your first day as a Tailer," Mitch said. "And I'm
here to get a blowjob, then these two want to fuck you. And don't even
pretend that you have met your maximums at this time of day."

It left no doubt in Billy's mind that Mitch was pissed at having to use him
like a normal Tailer instead of his own private one.

The Alan's Beach Tailers faced both minimum and maximum requirements they
needed to meet. Every tailer was required to provide a minimum of four
fucks and three blowjobs per week. That meant, in effect, they needed to
service at least one customer per day. However, they couldn't refuse
service to any boy of the appropriate age until they reached their
maximums. For all Tailers aged 12 and up, that meant giving four blowjobs a
day (but not exceeding 15 a week) and getting fucked up to 10 times a
week. Billy was pretty sure it would be well into his second year as a
Tailer, that he might only face the minimums, rather than being maxed
out. He'd had training, so his ass wasn't that sore from MAC Day, but
bending over for two boys his age, one a cousin, pressed hard on his soul.

Billy found out by noon that day that he was a lot more popular than he'd
expected, and by two in the afternoon he was turning boys away. But by the
end of the week, when he'd met his maximums, he managed to sell his ass and
mouth for a grand total of 85 dollars, enough to buy the new computer he
wanted. That was enough for now, but if he ever needed quick cash, ever
again, he now knew how to get it. And as such transactions were
technically, "under the counter" he didn't need to give the 20 percent to
the O'Briens.

Sam McGill

Twelve-year-old Sam McGill did not want to ever serve time as a Tailer. But
he wanted a motorbike, and it cost $1,250. He knew that the entrance
payment would cover most of it, but he would still need to earn the
rest. The first thing on his mind was to enter MAC Day, but not get
votes. He'd worry about the other $250 once that was accomplished.

When he heard talk that other kids in his grade were planning to vote for
him, he got scared. And that fear led him into making a deal with Adam
Jones to ensure that he did not get votes. But near the end, when his
strategy was working, Scott Mackey came on stage and threatened to have his
uncommitted votes go to him unless ...

That deal was horrible, but better than becoming a Tailer. He took it. Now
that he'd managed his initial quest, he still had to pay the price. First,
he had to allow Adam Jones and his brother Leo access to his mouth or ass
weekly for six weeks, their choice. To get that, he'd been fucked on stage
by the two of them.

But he also had to allow Scott twenty uses of his mouth or ass, plus ten
more uses to each of the ten uncommitted votes he controlled. Almost all of
that ten were to kids his age, but three of them were still eleven. And, he
had to allow Scott to fuck him on stage.

All that, and, he still needed $250 to get the motorbike.

It started off horribly. Adam and Leo wanted fucks, not blow jobs, and they
wanted them in a public setting. That hadn't been part of the deal, but he
felt threatened by the older teen, and gave in. The first week showed that
it hadn't been that bad of a deal. Other kids who were invited to come and
watch also wanted some of the same. Knowing they had no right to Sam's
mouth or ass since he hadn't finished in the top three places, they were
willing to pay for their fun.

It would take a few weeks, but at least now Sam had a source of
income. Many of the boys were from his side of Alan's Beach, meaning that
they had folding money in their pockets. He charged $25 a fuck or $10 for a
blowjob, and the money poured in.

It took almost until school started before he paid off the ten boys who
were controlled by Scott Mackey, but by then he had the bike he wanted and
didn't owe anyone any sexual favors. He decided in the long run, it hadn't
been that bad. Other than Adam fucking him six times, no other boys aged
fourteen fucked him. Two boys who paid for fucks were thirteen. Most of the
rest were his age, twelve, and didn't have huge dicks. And a couple of them
were still eleven.

The thing about owning a motor bike is that there are always expenses. Gas,
oil, servicing, repairs, and general maintenance. Then there were the
possible accessories to brighten up his ride and make it more cool. But now
he had a steady source of income if and when he needed it. Sam McGill
wondered why more kids didn't consider this option. It certainly wasn't as
bad as most guys imagined.

The End