Written by Charles Well <charles.well@yandex.com>
Author's Note:
This story is a sexual fantasy about young teen and preteen boys having sex. It was written by an adult for the entertainment of other adults. The people, places and events detailed here are made up. The author would never wish to see the events in this tale happen to anyone in real life.
What follows is yet another story based in the Indian Spring world originally created by Jonas Henley. I started writing this tale several years ago after some email correspondence with a reader of the Sandy Jacobs Story. It was suggested that I write a follow-up epilogue of Jonas Henley's account of the 1968 Mackey Choosing Ceremony he called, "The Dawson Exclusion." Like all of Henley's work, multiple characters were involved, but one of the most prominent in that story was 13-year-old Holden Mackey, who through a series of unfortunate events, was made a Mackey Community Bottom. I agreed that it would be fun to describe some of the initial events in Holden's new life, but enthusiasm lapsed as other writing projects came along. However, I recently unearthed my early drafts of the Holden story (most of chapters 1 to 5) and thought the writing was good enough to share. Hopefully, you will agree. After all, the real story of the bottoms from the 1960s has never been told. This story provides details of the experiences of Holden Mackey during the initial days of his community duties and consists of seven chapters which I plan to release on a weekly basis.
I wish to thank my good buddies Sarge AKA Aldric for proofreading the entire story and Nick for valuable insights and suggestions.
The original copy of "The Dawson Exclusion" can be found at the Nifty Archive here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/mackey-tails/
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Charles Well
There were always winners and losers from the Mackey Choosing Ceremony held each year in the deep woods outside the small town of Indian Spring, on the edge of a large city in Ohio. The winners won big time, and the losers, well their fate was too horrible to contemplate.
The extended members of the Mackey family of Indian Spring were all descended from the original European inhabitants of the region dating back to the 1830s. As a result of generations of isolation, self-reliance, and often living on the wrong side of the law, the family had developed many unique traditions and rules that governed the everyday lives of their youngsters. One of those was the Choosing Ceremony, held on July 15th each year, where all Mackey boys between the ages of 11 to 17 would meet and choose two or more boys to fill the role of Community Bottom. This was actually approved of, and even encouraged by parents, as a means of providing an acceptable outlet for the worst impulses of young males and to curb teen girl pregnancy which had been a real concern over the generations.
That year on July 15, 1968 14-year-old Foster Mackey was one of the big winners. He had started the day without any expectations, great or otherwise, but ended up getting to fuck the almost virgin ass of one of his distant cousins and friend from school and getting his first-ever blowjob. But his luck hadn't stopped there. He was now the primary owner of one of the new Community Bottoms and had unrestricted access to both the mouth and ass of his distant cousin, 13-year-old Holden Mackey, for the next 3 years. Foster knew he was fortunate, but he was never the type to let the grass grow under his feet, and like the old saying, "the rich get richer and the poor" well they get fucked. And Foster had the perfect plan to use the asset he had acquired at the ceremony and leverage that into something even better. He just loved it when his plans came together. And now they had. His twin cousins, 11-year-old Lewis and Lionel, two adorable blue-eyed blonds with the cutest bubble butts he'd ever seen, had accepted the deal he'd offered and asked him to fuck them. And now he would.
Eleven-year-old Lewis Mackey had no idea how this would go. He had some idea of course, because he had seen the bottom boy, Holden, fucked perhaps a dozen times by then. Still, this was different and well personal. It was HIS asshole that was to be penetrated.
His 14-year-old cousin, Foster, had ordered him to strip naked and lay face-down on the bed. Then the teen had placed a folded pillow under his crotch. For Foster, the total effect of the scene presented by those delicious round and welcoming globes was electric. He just hoped he didn't come before he got inside that beautiful little ass.
Lewis was pleased that this wasn't taking place in the rumpus room downstairs. They were in Foster's bedroom alone. Well not exactly. The bottom boy Holden was there to watch. Apparently another of those crazy Mackey Rules he didn't understand. A little embarrassing for sure, but Lewis knew Holden could never say anything about this. After all the stuff Lewis had seen him do, that kid was pretty much open to blackmail. And it wouldn't be the first time Lewis had used that method with other kids to get what he wanted. Besides, it was clear that Holden was into boy cock in a really big way and as soon as this was done, he'd be fucking that boy's ass anyway. He had the written guarantee on that.
Holden started out as a reluctant witness to what was about to happen. He couldn't believe that Foster, the friend who had tried to help him on Choosing Day, would actually do this to his own first cousin. But Foster had been totally open with him about the plan and dragged him in to aid and abet the evil scheme. Clearly the two 11-year-old twins had no idea about the old Mackey "first use ownership rule." It was a long-established precedent among the Mackey boy community that the first boy to fuck and plant cum up the ass of another boy was granted ownership rights to the ass for at least 12 months. And under this rule there were no limitations on use and the owner could and was even expected to share his new bottom with others. In addition, the fact that the twins were "used" would almost certainly mean they would be chosen as bottoms at next year's selection and be required to serve the entire community for two or three years after that. Holden considered warning the twins of the true implications of what was about to happen. Yes, Foster might grant them access to a few turns with the current bottom (Holden), but they would be getting relentlessly pounded themselves for the next 4 years once Foster presented his case to the Junior Council. And Holden would be a witness to the fact the deed had taken place. No, he didn't like this at all, but knew he didn't have a choice but to go along. His father had been right. Foster was totally manipulative. How he hadn't seen that before amazed him now. He needed to look after himself first. His situation was bad and his asshole hurt like hell and it would only be getting worse. And then there had been the subtle threat from his former friend.
"You don't mind telling the Junior Council what you see after I take the cherries of these two arrogant little pricks do you?"
When Holden didn't answer quickly enough, Foster said, "I'm guessing you feel pretty much used and abused by now as a Mackey community bottom. Right? But at present I'm keeping your numbers down as much as I can because I'm your friend. But I demand loyalty in return for that. Total loyalty. If I say jump, your only question is how high. Understand? If not, well... All bets would be off."
Lewis leaned forward on the bed to get more comfortable. Almost as soon as he did, he felt Foster's hand run up the back of his thigh and over his left rump. Then hands grasped his ass cheeks, the fingers slipped inside the cleft and pull the two melons apart. There was almost a draft as the edges of fingers holding him open back there started drifting deeper along the floor of that forbidden and unexplored valley. Okay this was definitely getting weird. He was about to get fucked and he was hard. It wasn't the certainty of getting fucked that made him hard, but the prospect that his childhood days were over. He was about to enter the adult world and would have sex with another person for the first time. Okay, this was not exactly what he had in mind whenever he had thought about that prospect in the past. His cousin Foster had never appeared in any of his fantasies. But once this was done, there was the promise of more to come and on his terms. Next time, like Phil and Trey, he would be on top. That happy prospect added to the strength of his boned condition. The fact that his cock was also rubbing against the pillow beneath his crotch didn't help either.
Lewis knew it was too late to back out now. He and his brother had made the deal with Cousin Foster and the guy would expect him to follow through. If he'd been with an age peer he could have cheated in some way. He was good at that. But Foster was no nonsense and was unlikely to be tricked. There was no psychological or emotional barrier to this act anymore. That much Lewis had learned by watching the subtle expressions of the boy above. Foster was about to fuck him. He could press his case, quite literally, and Lewis couldn't stop him he was bigger after all. But he wouldn't try to stop him either. He desperately wanted access to Holden's ass. That was the prize he sought and he understood the price to be paid. Well, he hoped he did. Him getting fucked was a one-off. Then he'd get five goes in Holden's ass. Would he want more after that? Probably, but he'd see how this time went. Lewis couldn't believe he had agreed to this, but knew his older cousin wouldn't stop now, even if he asked him to. A veil of inevitability had fallen over the little scene taking place in the bedroom.
Foster also understood what the fates had ordained. Lewis' ass was naked, wide open, and there for the plucking. No 11-year-old could stop the boy who was taking the lead.
As if on cue, Foster's fingers had followed their original hint and slipped in, feeling the damp, but warm, internal V of the crack, running along the floor and across the crinkly sensation of the rippled muscle still tightly sealing off the inner recess, though, it seemed to his heightened senses, perhaps not so tightly now.
Foster experimented and pressed two of his fingers into the softer flesh, feeling like very muscular and more tightly bound lips below, and he found they gave slightly. It was more like pushing against a bottom cheek than a bound fist that he imagined his own would be like had somebody gone poking around his hole. Lewis was signaling something different however. There was no apparent opening actually available to either finger; but the flesh was inviting, and the boy was squirming as he felt the fingers around the portal. Foster knew some lube and some determination would change the lack of an opening quickly enough. He rather enjoyed looking down at the presented soft and plump pubescent ass below him, his fingers still caught between those 11-year-old virgin cheeks. "They won't be virgin long," he thought, "and I'm about to see something totally different stuck up in that nice ass and stretching those cheeks even wider than my fingers."
He wouldn't be terribly wider than the fingers though. Even though he had just turned 14, Foster was not particularly large for his age, 4 ½ inches in length and not excessively plump. But big enough for his cousin to certainly feel him there. And for him, seeing a dick halfway up some boy's ass, looking down as it stretched open the boy's most private area, a hard flesh shaft disappearing between two pillows of boy innocence - it was becoming an addicting new pastime for the horny Foster. The teenage part of his life had begun with a bang at the deflowering of Holden on Choosing Day and he tried to think of the correct word to use to describe the beautiful cheeks now presented to him. The word "luscious" came to mind. Okay, weird and totally gay, but he was a randy 14-year-old about to pork his totally butch cousin, and his senses were unconcerned about words or feelings at present.
Foster reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the jar of Vaseline. His father had sensibly bought a large supply of the stuff on one of his shopping expeditions a few days ago, and he and Trey both had large jars in their rooms, plus strategic supplies elsewhere around the house and in the hayloft of the barn out back. Having extracted his butt-exploration hand, Foster proceeded to lube up his index finger and he attended to the crack waiting for him. He put his hand back on the luscious butt and proceeded to rub the petroleum jelly around the area over the hidden treasure and into (deep into) the reluctantly yielding crack. The warmth and sensation of the feeling was incredible to Foster. It was as if two warm, muscular pillows, with slippery sides, were pressing over and massaging his exploring hand. His index finger made first contact with the anal flesh, which now had an even hotter and more slippery presentation than before. He even felt a dropping of resistance against the tip of his finger, such that he suddenly realized that the hole was opening for him, and he was free to plunge within. Which is just what that one finger did.
The other fingers curled up into a fist and propelled the longer and luckier finger forward. It went straight in, whether the prone boy was ready or not.
Lewis felt a sharp stabbing pain deep in his bowel. "Shit! Foster that hurts; it feels weird too."
"Really? It feels incredible to me."
"I don't like it." Lewis tried to get up, but that bridge had long since been crossed and Foster shoved him back down.
"Dude, you're not a gutless chicken shit are you? I already told you and Lionel this would hurt a bit, at first. But you're a Mackey, not a pussy, so suck it up."
Foster continued pushing the base of the new love muscle forward to get even more in. He also continued his wide-eyed wonder commentary, as much to himself as to Lewis. And there was another person in the room standing just a few feet away. Holden Mackey had been a reluctant witness, but Foster needed him to prove his case before the Junior Council. Now Foster sensed the change in that boy too. He had been standing there completely naked since he and Lewis had started their fun, but Holden was obviously enjoying this as well. He was open-mouthed, almost salivating, and his cock looked ready to blast a huge load of cum any second. Thank god Foster had the foresight to forbid the kid from jacking-off.
"I could sit here and do this all day," said Foster happily as he kept his finger imbedded as far as it would go in his little cousin's asshole.
"Well, you not gonna. Get on with it."
"Okay. I'm about to start finger fucking you. We need to do that to loosen you up back here so it hurts less. When I push in, you push out like you are taking a dump. I'm about as damn hard as I can get. Dude, my finger feels awesome! How does this feel for you?"
And with that last part, he began pulling his finger up a little and plunging carefully back down.
"Go fuck yourself Foster!" the younger cousin grunted out, but he didn't try and stop things again.
"Jeez cuz, I've got you for that," Foster replied sarcastically and slapped Lewis across the ass, none to softly.
The moans were loud, but what the fuck did Foster care? He smiled at his cousin's answer and the moans spurred him onward to pull out and plunge in with more inches and a faster return each time. He could see that Lewis was rubbing his short and hairless crotch into the pillow. Foster could see that the little kid was horny for this. But he didn't want the little fucker coming and he slowed his finger pumping, pulling the index finger back to just the tip and then adding his middle finger to join it. He reapplied pressure and began sinking both digits down - deep into the rectum below.
Lewis let out an intense moan when he felt the wider stretch that continued as two fingers were being sunk into his back passage. He instinctively pushed against the fingers (as though he were pushing out on the toilet) as he wasn't sure he wanted to go any farther with this. What he noticed though was that this action merely gave a free passage to the invading digits - not that it felt any more comfortable, but by pressing out he certainly couldn't prevent any movement in. It was odd, but it had just the opposite effect. No time to think about it now, though, as the fingers were already being withdrawn. He knew soon that Foster would be pumping him just as hard and fast with these, as he had with his single finger. He also knew there was no stopping him now. And after this - well, he was smart enough to know what was going to be pumping into him shortly.
As the double finger entry speeded up, Lewis felt fuller than he'd ever felt before. He was being stretched and hurt, but oddly there was another sensation there not all that bad. As Cousin Foster was going wild with the fingering of the muscular anus, Lewis jerked each time the probing digits touched a certain spot inside. He'd never admit it, even under torture, but that part sort of felt okay. Well better than okay. Maybe! But that had to be weird because Lewis knew he wasn't a fag. Well he didn't think he was, for sure. But there was that other kid just standing there perving on this little scene. And worse, the Mackey bottom was already super-boned up. Well, Lewis decided he would teach the kid some respect when this was over. He would get the opportunity to ride that boy's ass five times after this and whatever Foster did to him, Lewis resolved to give far worse back to Holden, times five. It was that kid's fault that Lewis was having this done to him. Why wouldn't Holden just bend over for him and Lionel like he did for everyone else? He was a Mackey bottom after all and getting fucked all the time. Two more kids doing him wouldn't make any difference and he and Lionel were really Mackeys. Foster and even that council president guy had assured him of that.
Foster suddenly pulled both fingers out. Then he immediately crawled on top of his little cousin's back. He pushed the head of his over-inflated dick head in between the warm slippery buttocks without words or ceremony. The feel of the buttcheeks pulling against the flares of his glans as it met the shaft triggered a deep sexual tickle that suddenly altered his breathing, making him tingly all over and somewhat light-headed. He knew "it" was coming. Although with Holden as his own personal bottom, Foster had cum more in the last 24 hours than he ever had, his cock just seemed to be needing more. Like Oliver Twist. "Please Sir, can I have some more?" And with the exciting prospect of fucking this sweet ass, Foster worried his cock would take on a mind of its own and ruin his plans at the 11th hour.
He hurried his sensitive cockhead down to rest against the slightly open love muscle of Lewis's anus that he had just finished exercising. The finger fucking of the butch little cousin had turned him on perhaps even more than fucking Holden. He knew Holden wanted cock up his ass, but Lewis was doing this under protest. His cousin was an alpha male bully used to being on top, and the thought of what he was about to do almost made Foster cum right then. He needed to get inside that sweet virgin asshole urgently or lose his load over the kid's back. That would never do.
Foster pushed the kid deeper into the pillow below his crotch and managed to get a full inch inside. Lewis struggled at first, but suddenly and inexplicably stopped. And then it happened. Foster felt his dickhead being worked hard by a series of contractions and convulsions as the enveloping surrounding anus spasmed. Fuck. He realized the little shit was having an orgasm. Perhaps the rubbing back and forth across the pillow had done it. Or maybe little Lewis just had a horny ass and loved the feel of cock implanted back there. That would certainly be an advantage for a future Mackey bottom.
But Foster knew, that for him, it was over. The overwhelming sensation began in his head that made his eyes cross and close, and the heightened nervous discharge began running up the root of his expanding rod. He tensed his arms and just pulled his cousin laying on his stomach backwards into him and slid in more of his now bursting cock. As the anus opened up and swallowed another inch, squeezing around the barely malleable glans and down the shaft like a hot, all-over fist, he was blowing. And he was blowing the most cum in the biggest orgasm of his life. And he kept right on moving forward, albeit a bit more jerkily now. He advanced between the spasms of his cum.
By the time he hit cock bottom, fully embedded in ass, his few pubic strands pressed flat against smooth butt skin and holding in the cushioned cheeks, he was blowing the last few bursts of cum deep inside the warm 11-year-old below him.
The funny thing was that Lewis was breathing hard right along with him. He had been concentrating on pushing back and opening up, and staying open. Little did he realize that it was a subconscious effort to prevent the spasms that would have wracked him with pain on this first intrusion ever. Instead, his attention was down where this marvellous event had just taken place, and his comment was simply, "Wow, Foster. I can feel you shootin' your stuff in me! I can feel it goin' in from out of your dick."
"You can? That's awesome," is what Foster would have said back, and somewhere in the back of his mind he thought it; but for the moment he was still cross-eyed from the rush of pleasure that had rocketed through him. What he could register, after the throbs of cumming died down, was that he was laying on his cousin and holding him down with about 4 ½ inches embedded in boy, encased in a luxurious warmth and smoothness. He was thinking about the bare butt backing up into his own crotch, and Foster began to get hard again, before he really even deflated from the orgasm.
Lewis meanwhile thought about the relationship to things he heard on the schoolyard and observed, "I guess I'm not a virgin anymore. At least not back there. So get off me now. I did what we agreed."
"Well," Foster started, though still somewhat out of breath, "I guess I definitely opened your hole up with my dick. I mean I'm really in there. But technically I haven't fucked you yet."
"What? You're crazy! Fuck off Foster. Get out of my ass!"
When Foster didn't move, Lewis tried crawling out from underneath his cousin, but it was no use. The teen was just too big.
Giving up, Lewis asked. "What do you mean you haven't fucked me? You just did."
"I didn't go in and out. That's what fucking is. You saw us all fucking Holden, didn't you?"
"Are you cracked? You're not going to do that are you?"
Lewis had to be crazy if he thought that was a real question. Foster on the other hand didn't even consider the possibility that it was just a survey. To him it wasn't a question but an invitation; and he was getting his breath back now, charged up and ready. He looked over at Holden still standing near the desk and smiled. It appeared the kid had enjoyed the little show. Was he even in some distress? Holden had his hands on his head and his impossibly hard erection was almost vertical and there was obvious precum leaking from the bulbous angry red knob. Foster was pleased at this turn of events. Just one more opportunity to demonstrate the control he now wielded over his school buddy.
No, Foster needed to make his power evident to all in the room. His response was to use all the energy he had left to pull Lewis up onto his hands and knees, following behind so that his dick never left the soft bottom, and began pumping.
"Get off me you fucker," Lewis complained. "I did what we agreed..."
It was no problem for Foster to be called a "fucker" by his butch little cousin. Indeed, that's what he would be. That's what he already was. He grabbed tightly on to the 11-year-old hips in case the boy tried to bolt. The kid wriggled about at first, but it was only half hearted at best. It appeared that Lewis had given up the struggle, he understood what was about to happen and was at last accepting his fate.
Foster began slowly at first, just fractions of an inch. He looked down at his little cousin and proceeded to go to town on that ass. Having just cum a huge load and having had an incredibly draining orgasm, he thought he was ready to go for a while in that slick tunnel. Fortunately for Lewis' recently plucked ass, it was too hot a scene to last long. So he didn't endure chafing or soreness too much as is common with the newly deflowered. As he reached that point where he realized his dread and fear of getting fucked for real would start to dim against the pain department reality of what was physically being done to him, Lewis's grunts, moans and noises were being matched by Foster's extreme pleasure and cumming noises. In fact, Foster soon yelled out, "Oh fuck! I'm coming again, Lewis. Right up your butt. Again!"
Each word at the end punctuated by an in-thrust, a hard slap of the bare buttocks by his groin and balls, and a "nnnghh" that captured both the intense orgasm of the spurts going out, as well as the extra effort in passing the increased resistance of Lewis' ass. It took a while for Foster in his post-orgasmic state to register what that meant.
"Wow. That was so fucking awesome. I mean, well yeah, it was cuz."
Lewis was breathing slowly but heavily into the pillow below him, still feeling himself stuffed with a shrinking sausage.
Foster pulled out his deflated cock and reaching down to grab a clump of buttcheek, still trying to get his breath fully back. "I'm going to fuck this piece of ass all the time!"
"Fuck off Foster! We're not doing that again, ever." And this time Lewis pushed his totally exhausted and deflated cousin away and walked towards the adjoining bathroom. He scowled at Foster. Then noticed Holden, as if for the first time.
"Fuck you too. Fuck you all!" Lewis yelled as he grabbed his tighty-whities and headed to the bathroom giving Holden the middle finger as he passed. His turn for payback against the Mackey bottom was coming soon.
As he sat on the toilet seat, Lewis thought about what had happened. In truth getting fucked hadn't been as bad as he thought. Sure it hurt some well a lot at times, but he'd live. He knew he was tough. But he worried that the physical closeness with another boy, an older boy, was totally gay and he knew he should hate that. There was also the problem he had when Foster first stuck his dick in. An orgasm. How had that happened? He didn't like getting fucked, and so why? He would never tell anyone about that. Talk about gay! Cumming off with another guys cock up your ass had to be the gayest of all. At least his cousin or the other fagboy Holden wouldn't know. He didn't cum. Well he couldn't cum at all yet. Thank God for that and nobody would guess. His wiener did its usual dance when it came, but because it was buried in the pillow, no one could have seen that.
Then there was the mental thing - the fact that another boy took charge of his ass. That was not supposed to happen. Lewis was always the one in charge, even with his brother Lionel well most of the time. But... well, it was sort of thrilling knowing he had no say in things. A new experience for him. But he pushed that thought from his mind. He wasn't gonna go there. Not now. His cousin had just ploughed his ass from behind and deposited two loads of white cum deep inside him. But that sperm was no longer deep inside. It was slowly leaking out now and that was disgusting. Lewis decided then and there, he'd never do that again, ever. Well only if he wanted more fucks with Holden. Would five be enough?
Ten minutes later the three boys left the bedroom and made their way downstairs. Lewis walked a little strangely as if he still had a cock up his butthole. That brought a smile to Foster's face. However, as soon as they entered the rumpus-room where the other boys were playing a board game, Lewis adopted a nonchalant manner, and his usual air of arrogance as if the fucking had been nothing. Foster followed behind looking quite satisfied, both with the sexual release and in the sense of victory and domination on the field of battle. He now had his cousin exactly where he wanted him. He couldn't wait to whisper the story to his dad. One more to go, but Lionel would need to wait a little longer to get his ass filled. Foster knew it would take him some time to recover from that last session. God, his cousin's ass was so hot! And soon it would be all his.
The other 11-year-olds cheered as the three boys entered the room. Immediately they started shooting questions at Lewis.
"Did you get fucked Lewis?"
"Did my brother fuck you?"
"What was it like?"
"Did it hurt?"
Lewis ignored them all. He walked over to the still naked Holden, marched him to the center of the room, told him to get into the doggy position and proceeded to fuck the older boy in front of everyone. And the fucking Holden got this time was neither gentle nor fast, at least for an 11-year-old.
For Holden the unending humiliation of this sleepover reached a new peak when he was being fucked by Lewis. The boy only had a stubby dick just over 3 inches fully hard, but it was surprisingly thick. He opened up Holden's hole even wider than Foster had, except that because of his size, most of the action was right around the very sensitive rim of muscle making up the asshole, coming out frequently and punching a way back in, so that Holden's newly exercised anal erogenous zone was getting quite the work out. Holden by this stage had got what seemed like hundreds of boys off in either his ass or mouth, but he hadn't come himself since earlier that day. Now he felt a build-up coming and started desperately praying no, no, no, no, - even as he felt it coming. Not here, not in front of everyone, not while this was going on!
But his body wasn't listening to him; it was only paying attention to the signals it was getting from his dick, balls, and ass, and right when Lewis managed some dexterity in fully entering the older boy and keeping himself fully implanted while doing short stroke pounding, Holden couldn't hold back the dam. His vision was blurry and he clamped his eyes down tight as he yelled out "FUUUCCCKK" and shot a powerful load out from his dick to beyond his own body, part of the end of the spray hitting his own face, and equally unable to stop the next four strong spurts, he had to let them go to the applause of everyone watching. They just made it worse by congratulating him and patting him on the back and shoulders.
But Lewis was far from finished. After stopping briefly to allow congratulations to be extended to the Mackey bottom, he recommenced and kept pounding away in Holden's much used rear end for another 7 or 8 minutes before reaching his own orgasm. Poor Holden was very sore back there by the time the youngster finally came.
Eleven-year-old Lewis stayed draped over Holden's back for several more minutes after reaching orgasm, but when he eventually stood up, he looked around at the people in the room and said, "Does that answer your questions?"
Everyone laughed. They knew it did.
The following morning eleven-year-old Lionel Mackey was feeling exceedingly vulnerable. It was his turn to make the trip to Cousin Foster's bedroom.
Like his twin brother the evening before, Lionel was completely naked, but his cousin wanted to try something different, so the young boy was lying on his back and had his knees pulled up near his head and legs spread. It wasn't the most comfortable position to maintain for any length of time, but Lionel was a gymnast and he'd be okay. No, the worst part was that he would get fucked for real by a big teenage dick. And worser still he had made the decision to allow this to happen himself. Well, he and his brother. Maybe more his brother, but Lewis had already been screwed and he'd survived. And so Lionel would do it too.
The position he was now in provided his older cousin, Foster, a good view below his balls and straight into his anal alley. And the kid wasn't shy about looking. That was true, but Foster was more wrapped up in the anticipation of how the second of his twin cousin's holes would feel as it squeezed around his cock as he entered that valley.
There was a jar of Vaseline Petroleum Jelly on the bedside table and Foster put some on his finger and slowly pushed it between Lionel's cheeks. He wasn't going to take the time he did with Lewis. Although the twins were identical, a person's identity is more than just what they look like. Personality, expression, communication, emotionsall of these traits vary among individuals. And Foster had long learned to tell the twins apart. Lewis was the true alpha male. It came naturally to him. For Lionel it was something of an act, and less sincere if you looked closely. Lewis and Lionel competed at everything, but it was invariably Lewis that took the lead most times. Alone, Lionel was more insecure and something like a fish out of water. Without the guiding star of his older twin (by twenty minutes) one sensed his indecision about how to act in unfamiliar situations. And the situation he was in now, was about as unfamiliar as he was ever likely to face.
Foster liked the feel of the cheeks pushing against his greased finger as it slid in between. He was right on target, feeling the swirling muscle as his fingertip bottomed-out against it.
Lionel wanted to say something, to ask Foster what he was doing and why, but he already knew the answer. This very thing was something he wanted to do with that other boy the naked boy standing near the bed and watching. The Mackey community bottom boy, Holden, was back in the room again to act as witness. Why they needed a witness wasn't clear, but he sort of didn't mind Holden watching. Lionel knew that once this thing was done, he could take his time and go up the ass of that older boy and fuck him silly. He liked that prospect too. His brother had already done it twice, and as their dad said, "There's no such thing as a free lunch." He was resigned to what was about to happen.
"I'm about to start finger fucking you. We do this to loosen you up so my big cock will go in easier," Foster explained.
"Big?" Lionel giggled.
"Don't worry. I'm pretty sure it will feel big enough for you. When I put my finger in, you push out like you're on the toilet. Okay?"
Foster looked up between the spread legs to see his little cousin staring down at what he was doing and their eyes met. Lionel didn't have any particular expression at all, just sort of a slight bewilderment waiting to see what was coming next. His lips were parted slightly, and he kept staring into Foster's eyes with the same expression, even as he felt the increase of pressure on his hole, the willing yielding of the muscle, and the advancement of Foster's fingertip on his rectum.
"Hold on, here comes the first finger." Foster added more grease and slowly pushed it in. In one smooth flowing motion, the finger continued inexorably inwards until it could go no further and still be attached to a hand. Then it was drawn out, but plunged in again, and a repetitive routine in out, in out, in out - was quickly established that went on and on for what seemed like 5 minutes, but may have been less. Then it was withdrawn completely and Lionel almost felt empty inside. But soon he felt the finger return, though only the tip went in. At this point it seemed as though the tip was pulling against the sides of his muscle down there. Not that this was uncomfortable. However, as a boy, he shouldn't be doing this he knew. It was so gay. But he couldn't go back on his word either, could he? He had agreed to this, but maybe Foster would stop if he was asked nicely. Then there was Holden still standing there smiling at him. He was the prize, but the kid was obviously enjoying his witness duties and had a boner that looked ready to shoot any second, even though he wasn't even touching it. Foster had told him to keep his hands on his head just as they entered the bedroom. Fucking this Mackey bottom would be totally gay too, but all the other guys were doing it. Holden had already been fucked that morning by Trey, Phil, Foster and even his own twin Lewis and after this, he would be getting his turn as well. It was all so confusing, but he did really want to fuck another person. He'd been using the fingers on his right hand for almost two years now since he and Lewis had learned about sex, but that was getting old. How often does an opportunity like this come along?
Before Lionel got the chance, or the nerve to say anything, he felt another pressure at his backdoor right alongside the embedded tip. As the pressure continued the first tip pulled out slightly creating a well that quickly included just the very tips of what seemed like two fingers. 'That was it!' Foster was going to try and stick two fingers in him. Lionel wasn't so sure he could handle that, but he didn't have a choice at the moment, as they were going in whether he liked it or not.
Lionel strained at the feeling, trying to close off his hole to prevent it.
"Wow," Foster said, "You're even tighter than your brother. Feels like a different kind of tight too, like I'm gonna rip something."
"I think you are. Oohhh, pull them out, Foster!!" Lionel then changed his flexing of his anal muscles and began bearing down, like when he took a crap, to push them out. That's what the bottom boy Holden had told him. Then Lionel noticed that the feeling suddenly changed, became easier to deal with.
"Okay," said Foster, "I'll pull out for a minute." And he began to do so.
"No, wait! Push them back in!"
"Okay." And Foster began pushing both fingers back in.
"Unngh." Lionel grunted, but this time he was pushing back like he would on the toilet. It was helping Foster's fingers go deeper more smoothly. "It still don't feel great, but it doesn't hurt so much."
"Feels different on my fingers too. Feels better, like it's squeezing and not about to snap, like a rubber band, but gripping - just squishier inside."
Lionel laughed briefly and went back to concentrating on bearing down as Foster's two fingers slowly traversed the whole of their lengths past the anal muscle and deep into the boy's rectum. He sighed again as he felt the cool slicked-up finger slide in so easily now.
"Ahhhh, yeah, that feels better, Foster. Go in and out with that." And Foster did a few times before Lionel made a new request, "Foster, just stick it in and out right at the entrance, yeah, right there, Oohhh yeaah, just like, aahhhh, that, Ooahhh."
Foster grinned and looked over to Holden who was also grinning. This kid was actually turning out to be a lot of fun.
Lionel continued moaning his approval at this last fingering and also started getting harder and harder. Foster looked down and saw his cousin close his eyes as his asshole was being fingered just at the rim. Lionel's dick was filling out and starting to stand rock hard an inch or two off the belly. The flared dickhead was engorged and stubby like his twin. Foster as well was getting hard, not only from the feeling at his fingertips and the knowledge that he was engaging in something so private with his cousin, but also from hearing the moans and seeing the changes in Lionel's dick. The boy's nuts had pulled up into a tight pouch, so that both dick and scrotum were almost free standing, except where they connected to the boy's body. Foster's own nuts were pulling up tight, and his dick was hardening, pushing itself upright so that it began to slide along the right cheek of Lionel's upturned bottom.
But Foster's dick pressing against and sliming over his asscheek did not go unnoticed by the 11-year-old cousin. "What's that on my butt? Is that your dick, Foster?"
When he saw his cousin in position with his dick lined up and already establishing a beachhead on its invasion, his eyes went wide. "What?? Foster, NO!"
Lionel released his legs, but they didn't get far as Foster grabbed them with both his hands and then pushed his cock forward so the whole helmet of his dickhead popped into Lionel's virgin ass.
"AAAaahhooooh!!!" Lionel jumped a bit but didn't pull back. "No Foster!! I don't wanna get fu-uh-uhhhhhhhh-oh-oh-oooohoh-unnnhhhhhoohhhh."
The slow advancement of Foster's dick was tripping the sensitive charges of pleasure nerves so well primed already all along Lionel's anal ring and through the tight anal canal that was now almost eagerly permitting the entry, and ultimate journey, of Foster's dick. The stimulation was enough that he was twisting himself onto his older cousin's erection which he now understood was certainly more than "big enough." Now he found himself settling into the older boy's crotch and he started to feel the tickle of some of his cousin's pubic hairs against his butt cheeks even with inches to go. Lionel had had second, or was it third, or fourth thoughts about getting himself fucked by another boy, but he was helpless just to think about that now.
The feelings were overwhelming to Foster as well. If he hadn't already had loads of orgasms over the past two days, he would cum again that very second. He couldn't believe the incredible warmth and total caress that Lionel's ass was giving him. It was all-enveloping and seemed to spread out through his whole body. He was certainly tighter than Lewis surely. Foster kept pushing through, noting subconsciously that Lionel was seemingly thrashing with pleasure at the feel of his dick going in. Foster then began to note this consciously and smiled down at his cousin. He could do pretty much whatever he wanted now. And he was. One final thrust and he was all the way embedded in Lionel's upturned ass and pushing in on the remaining fleshiness of those two creamy cheeks. The boy's nuts and dick were still up, and there wasn't a gap between the two bodies.
Foster started a steady rhythm of withdrawing an inch out and then plunging back in.
"Foster! Uunnggh!"
He soon stepped it up to an inch and a half out and then in.
Lionel was just riding out the wave of acceptance. Acceptance that he was getting fucked.
Two inches in and out.
Acceptance that it was his big 14-year-old cousin fucking him. His eyes were mostly closed now.
Three and a half inches in and out. The motion had sped up. Foster's eyes were also heavily lidded.
Acceptance that getting fucked was embarrassing, but felt okay. Not good. But he could survive this one time at least. He would never do it again, but...
Four inches in and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. Soon Foster slowed and then pulled his dick almost out until the rim of the flare on his dickhead was just pulling at the inside of Lionel's hole. Pulling and then releasing pressure back, moving back inside ever so slightly. It was the rhythmic tugging that got Lionel's attention. He opened his eyes and looked up at his cousin. He realized that at some point Foster had moved forward with his arms on either side of him, and his cousin's hips were now the power behind the fuck thrusts into his behind. And somehow Lionel had unknowingly wrapped his legs around Foster. His hands, however were gripping the sheets on the bed, but a new round of embarrassment started for the boy.
Foster kept up the rhythmic tugging of Lionel's anal muscle and it was driving him crazy, creating a whole new itch for him. "Want me to stop, Lionel?"
Lionel just looked at Foster, not knowing whether to glare or to plead. He didn't know what to say.
"Well?" Foster asked, still very slightly rocking his hips to tug on Lionel's hole.
"Dammit Foster, just do it." Lionel couldn't describe the feeling. It was like an itch, but not in any itchy sort of way. "Please just finish, and jerk me off too! Like that kid Cain did when he fucked Holden yesterday. That was cool."
Foster was about to say that he didn't go around touching the cocks of other boys. He wasn't a fag and he certainly wasn't the bottom here. But maybe it wouldn't do him any harm to do it - just this once. As bottom owner, it wasn't his duty to get them off, but he guessed Lionel couldn't make any cum yet and thus wouldn't be making a mess in his bed. Besides the only witness here was Holden, and with the near total control over both the ass and mouth he had over that kid, his school buddy could never say anything.
Foster started back up, fucking with small twists of his hips, really getting into it. He had leaned back a bit as well and was jerking his cousin's small chubby dick. For a kid too small to cum, Lionel was proving to be one hell of a little horndog.
The boy was moaning louder not moans of pain this time, but in obvious pleasure. Foster told him to yell louder so the guys downstairs could hear. That actually shut him up.
The 11-year-old cousin couldn't take anymore from the double-sided stimulation at both his ass and cock and his orgasmic spasms began.
"Oh Fuck!" He exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. "Oh, Oh, Uuuunnnghh! Fuck, Foster that was..."
He couldn't finish; he had run completely out of breath. Foster as well was breathing heavy as the sudden squeezing down of Lionel's rectal cavity when the boy hit his orgasm had pushed Foster over the edge as well. They lay there panting until Lionel could push Foster's hand off his dick and complete his sentence:
"Fucking intense!"
"Yeah!" Was about all that Foster could pant out at this time.
"You already cum, too?"
"Well, yeah" Foster tried to answer. Right up there. Didn't you feel the spurts? I think I shot two gallons of cum up your hole."
"Well, I guess I felt it. I can feel it now whooshing around in there. Gross!" Lionel answered, his legs still somewhat wrapped behind Foster. "So get the rest of your dick outta my butt. Otherwise this is so queer."
Both Foster and Holden laughed at that. Lionel gave them both a stern "what you laughing at face," but soon broke into giggles himself.
There were two boys in the room that understood this was not the end of Lewis' and Lionel's experiences in getting fucked. It wasn't even the beginning of the end. But it was, perhaps, the end of the beginning for them.