Date: Thu, 9 Mar 2023 10:21:46 -0600
From: Michael Perry <1mikeperry@gmail.com>
Subject: Alans Beach - More Mackey Tails Chapter 8

Chapter 8 – 20 Days before the MAC

Billy O'Brien - 20 Days until MAC Day

Like the Boyle family, the O'Brien's were well aware of who had come before
them. They claimed to be descendants of King Brien Boru, who had kicked the
Norsemen out of Ireland back in the 11th century. His direct descendants
never dropped the O, which signified that they were the sons of Brien. Had
they known the background of the Boyle family, chances were good that
they'd be rivals.

However, the O'Brien's, who once were among the elite of Alan's Beach, had
not done well in recent times. The family had lost most of its wealth in
the 1930's, and Jack O'Brien, the head of the family in 1948, lost much
more when he sunk huge sums of money into a gold mine that was part of a
scam running in the southern part of the state. The family was slowly
winning back some of their wealth, mostly by encouragement for each of the
boys to enter the MAC when they became eligible. Some won, and earned the
monetary rewards, a portion of which was spread among the supported family
members. Now it was Billy's turn to add to that slow recovery. However,
this twelve-year-old had no intention of trying to win. He was
participating because it seemed to be the only way he could get the new
computer he wanted.

"You've made the decision I see," his father said proudly as he signed the
parental permission form Billy had handed him. "Who are you going to pick
as a campaign manager? Ralph's kid, Tony, would be an excellent choice."

"I'm not in it to win," Billy announced sheepishly. "I just want enough
money for a new computer. I don't want to be a Tailer."

It took a moment for his father to wipe the look of disappointment from his
face. "Maybe you don't understand what finishing in the top three in your
age bracket means," he began. "It means..."

"I know what it means," Billy interrupted. "I know about the money, and the
low-interest loans. The college opportunities. I know all that. And I also
know what Tailers do to earn it. I'm not interested in two years of
that. My computer was a great gift when I turned nine, but now it's old and
outdated."

"It's three years old," his father explained.

"Which for computers is a lifetime. Mitch will give me sixty dollars for
it. That plus the thousand I get for ..."

"You don't get the thousand," his father corrected. "I thought you knew
that. Our side of the O'Brien clan have an agreement. You get twenty
percent; the rest goes to the O'Brien's whose sons on our side have
entered. It's how we are building our family back to the wealth we once
had. I know I'd told you this."

"Wait, what?" Suddenly a conversation his father and he had back when he
got the computer returned to his memory. "But I thought – never
mind. I'm withdrawing." He reached for the form his dad had just signed.

"You've already signed up. To withdraw now requires permission from the
B.C. And they won't give it unless you have a very good reason. Not getting
the money you thought you would get almost certainly will not be reason
enough."

Billy knew this to be true too. It was dangerous to even approach the
B.C. with a groundless request. Other kids would know he signed up and then
tried to chicken out. It would get him votes he didn't want.

But he was also stuck with another problem. He'd promised the computer he
had to Mitch Boyle. Mitch expected it to be delivered to him no later than
the day before MAC Day or else he had to call on the boy and his brother to
fuck him - on stage, for one dollar each. And the Boyle family took
contracts, even verbal ones, as though they were commandments from a
god. He'd have to give it up, or call on them. Mitch was fourteen, his
brother twelve. Failure to meet the agreed upon conditions would bring the
brunt of the Boyle votes towards him. Even the ones already promised to
other boys, giving him more enemies. He'd likely become a Tailer anyway.

"Don't throw that away," his dad said as Billy took the signed form from
his dad's hands. "You are committed. You should reconsider your decision to
not try and win."

Sam McGill, 20 Days Before the MAC

Sam McGill wanted a motor bike. Alan's Beach was the perfect place for a
kid to own a trail bike. The town and its buildings were widely dispersed,
the roads were never busy, the cops didn't hassle you, and the off-road
trails were so numerous they could easily provide a thousand lifetimes of
enjoyable riding. Sam was sure that there were parts of the hills and
valleys surrounding Alan's Beach that had never been explored since the end
of the California gold rush. But a kid needed a decent ride – not
necessarily expensive, but a reliable machine that was easy to maintain.

Then MAC Day appeared on the horizon and they were offering kids $1,000,
just for signing up. That sum would go a long way towards achieving his
dream. His family was well off. Not rich, like some of the people in Alan's
Beach. But he knew he wouldn't have to worry about college, or finding a
good job. Yet his family chose to live in a moderately sized house north of
the river on the west side of town. He got an allowance, unlike most of his
neighbors, but his parents controlled his money. They determined what he
could and couldn't buy.

Like Billy O'Brien, Sam McGill had no interest in the goings on of MAC
Day. He did not want to win. If he did, he probably would be a popular
choice, but he wanted to avoid that completely. His belief that his
privates should remain exactly that made his decision to sign up much more
difficult. However, in the end, Sam decided a new trail bike was worth the
embarrassment and owning a bike would give him the freedom to escape the
other kids in town anyway. So, when four other guys had already signed up
in his age group, Sam did so as well.

He was very pleased with his decision at first, but soon Sam started
hearing rumors that some guys were actually planning to vote for him. How
many he didn't know, but the prospect that he might become a Tailer started
looming large.

Sam tried to hire Adam Jones (13), part of the extensive Mackey Clan, to
steer votes away from him. Adam Jones had the gift of the gab and a
reputation as a fixer. If you needed something done; Adam could arrange it
– for a price. But on this occasion Adam wasn't interested in cash. He
had another payment system in mind.

Adam Jones' family, part of the Mackey Clan, was not as wealthy as his, but
they weren't poor by any means. Sam had tried to buy Adam's help to steer
votes away from him, but the boy was interested in more than cash.

At twelve years of age, Sam was not a stranger to boy-boy sex. He'd used a
couple of Tailers for blowjobs, and he'd once lost a bet and had to give
two of them to Tim McGill. That was a year ago, when he was 11 and Tim was
nearly 13. The older boy had filled his mouth with cum.

And he knew now that those two were not going to be the last time he would
taste it. He was the fifth entrant, and at least two of the boys wanted to
get votes. Things were sounding okay until some boys from the McGill clan
had told him they were taking offers to vote for him, instead of Hank
Boyle. That was when he knew he needed some sort of protection.

Knowing that MAC Day was getting closer and that his ass needed saving, he
returned to Adam Jones. Adam said he could do it. But the price, oh god,
the price he wanted for doing so was high. But Sam had already signed up,
there was no way he could get out of MAC Day now.

Sam McGill negotiated the price demanded by Adam Jones down as much as
possible, but it was still horrible. A year of giving two blowjobs, once a
week. One to Adam and the other to Adam's little brother, Leo. Or, he could
call on Adam and his brother to fuck him on stage and then just six weeks
of blowjobs and a few more fucks for the two of them.

A huge price for sure. But the bike he wanted was $1,250. The reward for
signing up for MAC Day was $1,000. He'd have to do more to earn the extra
two hundred and fifty. His parents had allowed him to enter in order to buy
it, but they told him he had to earn the whole price. He couldn't use any
of the money they had given him as an allowance for something as frivolous
as a motor bike.

Out of breath from riding his bicycle from where he lived on the west side
of town to a smaller house nestled at the base of the mountains on the
eastern side, he pulled up short of Adam's house to rethink his decision.

He didn't want to be fucked. However, he also didn't want to be obligated
to give blowjobs for a year as if he were a Tailer. And he didn't trust
Adam or his brother to keep their deal a secret. In fact, he thought it
likely that they might allow other kids to be present when he gave them. So
last night he'd made a monumental decision. One that, once made, would be
hard to escape.

But now, staring at the nice-sized ranch house, he was having second
thoughts.

"Whatcha want?" a somewhat high-pitched voice asked from behind a tree on
his left.

Sam turned and saw Leo Jones with another boy, Sandy McGill. He knew Sandy
from baseball.

Something about the McGill family seemed to be genetic. Small frames, light
colored hair, and frequently a lack of muscle tone. But they all seemed to
have an affinity with early puberty. They were generally the first to have
hair around their dicks, or under their armpits.

"I'm here to see your brother," Sam said.

"He's doing chores. Got in trouble last night. He'll probably be busy for a
few more hours."  "What I need will only take a minute of his time." Sam
got on his bike and headed for the house.  "Your funeral if he doesn't want
to be bothered," Leo warned. "Come on Sandy, let's go see how this works
out." The two boys started jogging after the kid on the bike.

Sam considered the warning. But it had taken a lot to override his fear of
what he wanted to do here today. If he turned back, he probably wouldn't be
able to convince himself to try again tomorrow.

Adam was using an old rusty push mower to cut the front lawn. He was
shirtless and even though it was early morning, sweat was running down his
sides and the front of his shorts were stained by it. The fourteen-year-old
stopped pushing it when he saw Sam approaching, followed by Leo and Sandy.

"What the fuck do you want?"

Sam glanced behind him. The two boys his age were close enough to
hear. That sucked, but there was nothing he could do about it. If he left
without telling Adam why he'd come, the boy would be pissed at him. Not a
good thing.

"I, uh, want to take the second deal you offered me," he began. Before he
could continue, Adam smiled and glanced at Sandy before turning back to
Sam.

"You want me and my brother to fuck you on stage."

"Uh, well, I don't want it, but it's better than the first deal."

"And you rode your bike all the way here just to tell me? It doesn't make
sense. Why are you really here?"

"I, uh, you're fourteen."

"Yeah, I kind of know that. Why the fuck are you bothering me?"

"If, I mean when the time comes, I need to be, like, prepared." When Sam
had practiced what he was going to say, it seemed much easier. But then, he
only imagined Adam being there. "Do you have a training kit? Or something
like one?"

Adam suppressed a laugh. Would the kid go for it? "I have access to one. I
need a break." Adam pointed at the push mower and then the rest of the
yard. "This has to be done before noon. Get to work." He walked away from
the push mower and signaled to Leo and Sandy to follow him.

It took all of Sam McGill's strength to push the ancient mower up the slope
of the yard. At the top, he took his shirt off, understanding now why Adam
had been covered in sweat. He'd already done better than half of the
yard. Sam turned and started the next pass going down the gentle slope. At
least that was slightly easier.

Adam led his brother and Sandy to the garage where he told them his plan
and the detailed steps they were going to need to do. They both agreed
quickly. He returned to watch Sam struggling to complete his fourth
pass. He let him do one more before stopping him.

"The boys are in the garage. If you want training, this is the only time
I'm going to offer it. Go meet with them and they will get you started. If
you walk away, I'll start selling your ass on MAC Day for votes." He didn't
wait to see what would happen. Instead, he began the next pass, heading
down the slope.

Sam was now screwed. He had to accept the offer.

When Sam reached the garage, only Sandy was there. "Where's Leo?"

"He had to go in the house to get something," Sandy answered. "He should be
back right away."  Sam wondered what the boy was getting. Whatever it was,
he was committed to making use of it. He never wanted anyone beyond Adam to
know he was training to be fucked, but it looked like he'd have to accept
that Leo and Sandy would now know.

Leo returned a minute later, carrying an old wooden box and a tube of
Vaseline.

"Strip, and then get on your hands and knees on the bench," Leo
ordered. "Adam said we gotta use our fingers first to lube you up and
stretch it a bit. Then comes the fun part of your training."  "You guys are
going to use that? I thought maybe Adam would help me."

"You ain't got choices. It is us or nothing. Get undressed, or go tell my
brother you've changed your mind." Leo knew there was no way Sam McGill was
going to leave now.

Shane O'Brien, 20 Days Before the MAC

"Move it, you wankers," Shane yelled. "I done my side, now you bowsies get
your turn. You'll be doing this every week until I got me a girl."

"I didn't agree to suck you off," Rory complained. "And I'm not a bowsie,
whatever the hell that means."

"Yah, but your brother was kind enough to include you. You be a bowsie
until you finish your job. A worthless good-for-nothing. Get your lips
around my knob. And don't be forgetting to use your tongue on the bellend."

"And you agreed," Conor said to his brother. "Remember, once he's a Tailer,
we get first dibs on his butt and mouth. And we get to train him, starting
as soon as you're done."

"You're doing this too," Jake reminded his brother. "As soon as I'm done."

The eleven-year-old got in front of his same-age first cousin and knelt
down. This wouldn't be the first blowjob he'd ever given. But it was a lot
easier to say yes to Conor when he wasn't facing Shane's dick. Not that
there was anything special about it. He was mostly hard, and it was less
than four inches long. He'd sucked bigger ones. But not with this big of an
audience.

Shane's older brother, his brother, and his other cousin, Rory, were all
watching as he took the dick into his mouth. It tasted like piss. He knew
the boy mostly washed up outside since his grandmother's house only had a
small tub. He and Ronan lived in the tent behind her house.

"Feels good," Shane muttered. "Keep on like you're doing."

Hoping for a dry cum, Rory was soon disappointed when his cousin produced
several bursts of watery semen. Something he was still unable to make
himself. Spitting it on the ground, he got up and made room for his
brother.

For Conor, it was worse. He was thirteen, and now relegated to sucking off
a boy two years younger than him. If word of this spread through the
O'Brien clan, he'd have to find somewhere to hide for the rest of
summer. School would be a bitch come fall. He worked fast, hoping to end it
as quickly as his brother had. But, having just shot, Shane was able to
make it last a good five or six minutes. Next time he would make sure he
went first, not Jake.

"Okay," Ronan said as his cousin rose from his knees. "Now we get to the
buggery part. Show us what all them little wooden pegs are for." Conor had
borrowed what he called a `training box' from the law office of Mr. Bryce
Mackey. A strange thing to keep at a law office to be sure, but this was
Alan's Beach. Connor had gone along with his brother, Shane, when he
signed-up for MAC and the man insisted about the training requirement for
any serious MAC Day candidate. The three lucky winners in each age group
would all be fucked at least three times on the day.

Inside the training box were five wooden pegs, carved and sanded to look
like a prick. Each different one even had a name and each was slightly
longer and thicker than the one to its right. In the lid section of the
box, there were a further five butt-plugs to match those in the bottom.

But Connor wasn't too concerned about his little brother. According to
Mr. Mackey, the boys in the 11-year-old age group could only be used by 11
and 12-year-olds. The man had explained, "As long as Shane can take the
dildo named `Harry' by MAC Day, he shouldn't have an issue." The Harry dick
was only slightly longer than his own cock and Connor intended getting a
bunch of fucks from Shane before the big day. Just to make sure his brother
was ready of course.

Jake pulled out the smallest one and held it up to his own dick. "See, they
start just a little bigger than my size. We coat them with the jelly Conor
got from Mr. Mackey and then we use them to make his hole able to take a
real dick."

"Feck off!" Shane declared. "You ain't gonna stick no tree limbs up my
arse."

"Shane, you're going to be fucked on MAC Day," Conor explained. "You need
to be trained."

"Maybe, maybe not. I ain't gonna work for no votes, and none of you boyo's
better be voting my ass."

"There are only 3 boys your age entered," his brother explained. You're
going to be a Tailer, and because of that, you need to be trained."

"You can go and bollox if you think I'm doing that. No F'n way are they
sticking trees in me. For all I know, they came from a banshee and will
make me want to be buggered."

"That's stupid," Conor said. "Guys in the O'Brien clan have been using
these training dicks for years. They don't change you. And I don't think
any other 11-year-old boys are going to sign up."

"So you gotta be trained," Ronan added.

"They got dicks, ain't they? Train me with them, not bits of wood that came
from who knows what forest."

"Wait," Rory said. "You want them to train you by fucking you?"

"Well, ain't you the smart one. Shit yeah. That's how it's going to be
done."

"If I remember from the MAC Day last year," said 14-year-old Ronan,
"contestants gotta do a show – like a dance or somesuch in sucking and
getting fucked by the biggest wooden dick they can take. They even have
cool music during that show."

"I ain't doing no wood in me..." Shane said with finality.

"Well, we could ask Mr. Mackey or maybe Tristan Mackey, the 16-year-old MC
for MAC Day, if Shane can use a live boy for the show. We say it's because
of his religion which is true I guess.

Conor looked at his older cousin. Ronan shrugged his shoulders.

"My dick might be too big to start with."

"Don't we got any boys between your age and Jake's? I ain't being stabbed
by wood. That's final."

"But contestants gotta use the training box, I think. Maybe it's a rule,"
Conor complained. But his voice didn't hide his interest in doing it.

"So you can fuck me in front of the whole eff'n town, but not now? That
ain't no rule."

"There's Billy," Rory said. "He's twelve, and he's signed up too. And I'll
help."

Conor didn't push it any farther. "Okay, we'll do it your way. Next time
we'll bring Billy. Jake, you and Rory can start training his ass
today. I'll start seeing how good he is at blowjobs."

With that settled, Jake began greasing his dick while Ronan took care of
his brother's butt. A few minutes later, Shane had been fucked for the
first time in his life. And it hadn't even hurt.

Billy O'Brien, 18 Days Until MAC Day

When Billy arrived at Mitch Boyle's he found Mitch, his brother Kyle, and a
cousin of his, Jim, shooting at tin cans with BB pistols.

"Well, look who's here," Mitch said as Billy got off his bike. "I don't see
a computer."

"Yeah, about that," Billy began, eyeing his cousin. "Can we maybe change
the deal? I may have trouble getting the money I need for a new one."

"Jim was just telling us why he isn't joining MAC Day even though he
doesn't have shit for money," Kyle laughed. "Seems like some of you
O'Briens spread the thousand out to those families whose boys have
joined. All you get is two hundred. Plus what you can earn on stage."

"Unless you try to win," Jim said. "You get to keep most of that. Still, it
isn't enough to buy a computer."

"I expect to see it before MAC Day," Mitch said. "But I'll give you until
the day after, just because I like you."

Billy was sure that Mitch did not consider him a friend. There was more at
stake here. And before he could ask the question, Mitch continued.

"But I will help. I'm good for the sixty dollars we agreed for your old
one, even though both of us know it isn't worth that much. But that's on me
for accepting your price before I looked into it. You want a new one? I'll
promise you thirty dollars for every O'Brien and Boyle that you call up to
the stage for a blowjob. And that is the minimum, perhaps you can get more
from them on your own. However, on MAC Day, you'll let these two fuck you
for $10 each and give me a blowjob, for just $5. You can tell the audience
it was the price I charged for keeping you from getting voted as a
Tailer. But to get that deal, you first have to blow me and these two,
today, for free."

Billy's hopes were shattered. The computer he wanted cost $1060. When he
signed up, he thought he would only have to give a blowjob, maybe two to
get the rest of the money. Not pleasant, but he could do it. Now, he'd need
$800! No way, it would take too many blowjobs to earn it. And he'd have to
start with giving three now for nothing.

Mitch could almost see the gears turning in Billy's head as he considered
what it would take. Then he made another pitch. "There is another way. Me
and Kyle can lay our hands on $700. We'll give you the money."

"I'm not stupid, you aren't going to just give me that kind of money,"
Billy said. "What do I have to do to earn it?"

"Simple. I will steer votes away from you, as we agreed. If I fail, and you
get made a Tailer, Kyle and I can use you once a day for either a fuck or a
blowjob, and we can invite a friend. This does not count towards your
maximum." Mitch paused, seeing the distress on Billy's face.

"But, if I am successful and you do not get voted in as a Tailer, we will
pay you the seven hundred. But you will become our own private Tailer, for
us to use along with a few of our friends. We'll give you $400 if you agree
to that for 1 year, and $700 if you agree for two years. Age requirements
for fucking will apply. And we won't exceed the maximum uses the rules
establish. To get that deal, you have to call on me, Kyle, and your cousin
here to fuck you on Stage, for free. You can tell people that was the price
for me making sure you didn't get voted into being a Tailer."

"I need $800," Billy muttered.

"You'll have to earn the rest on your own. A fuck or two and a couple of
blowjobs should more than cover it. Maybe you won't even have to sell me
the computer you have now."

He looked into Billy's eyes and saw that the boy was considering taking his
chances.

"Of course, you can turn it down," Mitch offered. He needed to add some
extra incentive. "If you do, I'll still expect your computer by MAC
Day. And if that is all I get, I'll start telling all the Boyles that you
screwed me and ask them to vote for you. Right now, there are five boys in
the 12-year-old age category signed up. Three of them are making deals
right now for votes, so maybe you'll be safe. But do you want to take the
risk that I can get you enough votes to finish in third place? Because if
you do, you can count on the fact that as soon as you are old enough to
allow me to fuck you, I will, as often as I can."

Billy knew that Ollie Mackey, Hank Boyle, and Andy Dunn were all signed up
and wanted to win. It was why he'd waited so long before signing up. He
wanted to ensure that he wouldn't end up a Tailer. But Mitch's threat cut
it too close.

Billy wet his lips. It was going to be hell. A semi-rich kid on stage
selling his mouth should bring in plenty of offers. But it also could bring
in votes. "Okay," he said, feeling very scared.

"Good. Since I did all the work of coming up with a fair deal, you can blow
me first and then do Kyle and Jim."

Billy saw his cousin smile. He couldn't blame him, if he were about to get
blown by Jim, he'd be smiling too.

Sam McGill, 18 Days Until MAC Day

Feeling embarrassment beyond anything he'd ever felt, 12-year-old Sam
stripped and got on the wide work bench along the side of the garage. He
was facing the wall, on his hands and knees, with two kids his age standing
behind him laughing.

"Okay, first we got to lube you up," Leo began. "We're both going to take a
turn."

When his brother told them what they needed to do, both boys thought that
the task would be totally gross and disgusting. But now that they had Sam
bare-assed and exposed in front of them, the concept became more inviting.

Sam felt the first finger pushing forward, into his crack. It hurt slightly
as it pushed deeper.

"Try to relax," Leo suggested.

Easier said than done Sam thought to himself as he held himself doggy style
while an age peer was trying to push a finger into his asshole. But he knew
the finger was smaller than the dicks that would come on MAC Day. So he
tried. And gradually, the finger slipped deeper and deeper into him. It
hurt at first, but then the pain gradually lessened.

"Damn, his butt is gripping my finger," Leo said to Sandy. "I wish it was
my dick."

"It will be. In just a couple of weeks." Sandy was watching for something
else that Adam had told them about. "Try and find that spot your brother
said to rub."

Sam grunted as the finger rubbed across the bump.

"Yeah, that's it," Sandy said. "He's getting a boner. He likes having your
finger inside him. Think how happy he's going to be when we both get to
fuck him on MAC Day!"

Half an hour later, Adam was done mowing the lawn with the push mower. He
snuck up on the garage to see how things were going. His brother and Sandy
were giggling as they pushed and pulled one of the dildos embedded in Sam's
ass. With his head on the bench and his ass up in the air, Adam could see
that the poor kid had a boner.

He looked closer. The smallest dildo was wet and dirty, and they were using
the second one. Maybe pushing things a little too fast for a first
time. But Adam decided he wouldn't interfere. In order to be ready to be
fucked by him on MAC Day, Sam needed to get all the way up to number four,
which ironically was name Dick. Adam knew that the dildo named Dick was
just slightly bigger than his own dick. But why stop there? As long as they
didn't hurt him, Leo and Sandy could go ahead and use the biggest one. He'd
let them know after the day's training was over and Sam was gone. Sam would
be coming back for a lot more sessions.

Billy and Shane O'Brien, 18 Days Until MAC Day

Billy O'Brien was taken aback when his more distant cousins asked him if
he'd be interested in helping to train Shane. It wasn't fair, Shane was not
part of the O'Brien clan that took part of the entrance money away from
their boys.

"The training will involve you fucking him," Conor explained.

That made him suspicious. But then he realized something. He needed
training too. Perhaps not with real dicks, but before he started letting
Kyle and Jim fuck him, he needed to learn how.

"He's not using a kit?"

"No, he's got some kind of phobia about it. Won't let us use the one we
have for him. Wood from banshees. It's an Irish thing."

"Oh! Well, I guess there's no rule saying you need to use a training
box. But it's a bit weird though. Let me speak to a couple of other boys I
think might be interested. I'll let you know later today."

"They gotta be twelve-year-olds. If you get them, just send them to Shane's
grandma's house today after noon," Conor said.

"I will, and I'm pretty sure they'll be there. But I want something in
return." He saw looks on the faces of the two boys that showed they were
not interested in deals.

"It is a simple deal," he said quickly. "First, a promise from each of you
not to vote for me. And second, I want you guys to train me, using the kit
you have, but I don't want others to know that you are doing it."

"Shane's brother will know. And Shane too of course. And also Rory. We can
keep others from knowing about it if that's all you want. And we won't vote
for you."

"Then let me talk to a couple of boys. I expect you'll see them right after
lunch."

As soon as Conor and Jake left, Billy went straight to Mitch's house where
he found Kyle and Jim O'Brien.

"Hey guys," he said. "I know a kid who wants to be fucked. I'll tell you
who if you'll pay me $15 each for the fucking on MAC Day."

"Hell, no, Kyle said. "We can fuck a Tailer whenever we want for free. We
don't need to be paying you. We had a deal."

"Not so fast," Jim said. "This close to MAC Day Tailers are sticking to the
minimums. We can't assume we can get an appointment." He turned to
Billy. "Who is it?"

"If I tell you, then you get to do it and I get nothing."

Jim considered it. "Okay, I see your point. I'll tell you what. If I do it,
I'll pay for the on-stage fuck. So, who is it?"

Billy looked at Kyle, but Jim told him that the same would apply to
him. When Kyle didn't complain, he said, "Shane O'Brien. A cousin of
yours."

"That little foul-mouthed dickhead? Nobody can understand a word he says.
Isn't he signed up?"

"Yeah, he is, but he needs training and won't let anyone used a training
kit on him. He's scared of them for some reason."

"Because he just came here from some dirty little hole of a town in the
north of Ireland where they think everything in the woods is either a
witch, banshee, leprechaun, or fairy." Jim turned to Kyle. "We're in. Just
don't brag about it." He looked back to Billy. "We have a deal."

But Kyle wanted the last word. "If this is some kind of trick to get us
into trouble, you're dead Billy."

It isn't a trick," Billy declared. "I'll go with you if you want."

"No. The only way I want you seeing my dick is before it goes into your
mouth," Kyle growled.

"Or just before it goes into his ass," added Jim. "Let's go see what this
is about."

***

Shane had his eleven-year-old cousin's dick in his butt. It had slipped
right in following a bit of pain from when Jake had fucked him a minute
ago. But now the horny kid was riding him for all he could get.

"Get off me Cub," he said. "You don't make any jip yet and I think you've
done had three turns in me already!"

Shane forced himself up, dislodging Rory, who complained bitterly that he
wasn't done.

"You be supposed to be training me, not bloody fucking me for your
pleasure." He looked around when he heard a giggle. "Aww, shite," he
muttered when he saw Kyle Boyle and Jim O'Brien laughing at him.

"Where the fuck is Ronan and Conor? They posed to be keeping sneckdrawer's
away."

"Pulling a beamer?" asked Jim.

"You're from the pale?" quizzed Shane. Everyone but he and Jim were at a
loss regarding the entire conversation.

"And you be a Culchie." Jim smiled.

"Effing Jackeen."

"Would you two mind speaking English for a change?" Kyle yelled.

Jim held out his hand. "Billy O'Brien said you needed some training." He
looked at Rory, who was suddenly aware that he was naked and erect.

"He's a melter. But you look like you might be scanner."

"Aye. Me and Kyle are here to help. A lot more than those carrot tops. Is
that you?"

Everyone was talking at the same time. Most of them were trying to figure
out what the hell the two boys were saying. And whether or not the two boys
were trouble.

"You got a dunky?" Shane asked. "I'm not sure I want you filling my arse
with your cock snot."

Finally, Kyle pulled his friend to the side. "What the hell are you saying?
What's going on?"

"Just speaking a bit of the old country I learned from my grandpa. I ain't
heard it for years. And he wants to know if we have condoms because he
doesn't want us filling his ass with our cum. But he does want us to help
with training. You really didn't understand any of that?"

Once all was explained, Shane said it was time to get on with the "manky
shit."

Jim went first, stripping off his lower clothing and making use of the
lubricant the smaller boys had been using. He went slow, knowing the
younger boy was going to be hurting as he penetrated. He'd fucked a couple
of Tailers, but they were older boys, who were used to it.

"Push out, like I told ya," he said when his dickhead met resistance. "It
will lessen the pain."

He felt the resistance weaken and pushed a bit more.

"Ahhh, you're tearing me in half," Shane cried out.

"Then you'll have to use the dildo's," Ronan said as he and Conor returned
and were told what was going on."

"Never. Have a ride, jackeen," Shane stated.

Jim pushed a bit harder, and then slipped inside. He heard some moaning
from Shane, but now that he'd made the entry, he was determined to enjoy
the rest of it. He rocked up and down an inch at a time, feeling the tight
compression on his dick. And then, the feeling. The great feeling. He
didn't hold back, but instead let it happen. Five or six bursts erupted
from his dick before he pulled out.

"My turn," Kyle said before anyone said that one was enough for the kid. He
was about to cum in his pants from watching Jim fuck the smaller boy.

He quickly lubed up and got behind Shane. Warned to go slow by both Shane's
brother and Jim, he tried to be kind. But passing between the boy's cheeks
was all it took for him to begin firing. He was just barely able to keep it
hard enough to get most of the head past the tight muscle. And then he was
soft and had to pull back.

"We'll come back when you're ready for more," Jim said as Shane got up.

"You be welcome, but Kyle was just foostering."

"He, uh, was just a bit too excited," Jim said. "Next time will be better."

"Two days," Ronan said. "He needs time to recover."

"What did he mean when he said I was foostering?" Kyle asked as they left.

"It kind of means you were wasting his time. He's a bit pissed you shot
your cum on him but didn't help with why we were here. Next time, jack off
before we come here. You've got to actually fuck him or he won't let you
touch him. And be kind. Did you see the muscles on his brother? Ronan looks
skinny, but he's solid as stone. I don't want no trouble from him."

"I guess we gotta pay Billy for the fucks now, right?"

"We'll see. I'm a bit worried about your brother too. Maybe it would be
better if we didn't tell him the deal we made with Billy."

"Yeah, okay," Kyle agreed.

To be continued...