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
When Foster and Trey's father, Mr. Gerald (Gerry) Mackey, first heard the news of the success his sons had had at the 1968 Choosing Ceremony, the man was ecstatic. He found himself contemplating the old proverb, "what goes around comes around." One's actions or behavior will eventually have consequences for someone, even if indirectly. Were the fates transpiring in his favor for the first time in his life? The unrestricted ownership of a Mackey bottom was certainly a grand prize indeed - worthy of much note and congratulations to any family in the clan. But the news more than resonated with Gerry Mackey at a very personal level. There was something he had never shared with his wife or children - events from his long distant past hardly remembered by anyone today, but a thing he and his own brother never mentioned, and spent the last 30 years hiding.
In the mist of the Great Depression in the year 1935, 12-year-old Gerry Mackey was selected Community Bottom. Worst still, unrestricted ownership of his ass for three years had been granted to his 11-year-old brother, Bert, through some devious agreement the boy had made with older Mackey cousins. Gerry never learned how his kid-brother negotiated this arrangement, but the younger brother certainly made use of it. The 12-year-old Gerry was fucked unmercifully by him, at home, around the farm, at school, at scouts, and anywhere else he could possibly do it. And Bert had friends both younger and older who he regularly loaned Gerry's services. Because Bert's ownership rights were completely unrestricted, it was hardly unusual for Gerry to be bent over and fucked five or six times a day, or even more. And that didn't include the five fucks he was required to provide his other cousins as the Mackey community bottom. And six months later, just as Bert started producing cum, his deal was extended to include oral services. He forced Gerry to blow him and his friends whenever a fuck was difficult or impractical because of their location. One of Bert's favorite places was the choir loft at the church. Gerry was forced to crawl along on his hands and knees and blow each of the ten Boy Choristers in turn, at their Episcopal Church each Sunday as the minister gave his sermon. And the abuse would continue for almost the entire three years of his term as bottom.
The man now harbored an overwhelming sense of victimization and since his earliest days as a bottom, he often contemplated plans for revenge against his brother. Nothing too over the top, but some of what he himself experienced, and all within the Mackey rules of course. But the circumstances never arose, and he moved on with his life, went off to College and later married. The events of those dark years eventually receded from his mind.
But then, just that month, as news of the outcome of the 1968 Choosing spread quickly around the Mackey community, the old fires of hatred about what Bert did to him in their youth was rekindled. And as Foster's and Trey's ownership rights to Holden became official, Mr. Gerald Mackey began to consider whether the opportunity he had waited upon his entire life, had come at last.
Mr. Mackey met Holden and Philip at the front door and led the boys back to the large rumpus room at the rear of the old farm house. This room had been added earlier in the current decade. There were 5 boys there already who were involved in the task of moving furniture and putting mattresses and sleeping bags around the floor. Most, who were only wearing tighty-whitie underwear, cheered loudly when the new boys arrived and yelled, "Hi," or "Welcome", or "It's about time" and other similar greetings. Several rushed over and dragged Holden into the middle of the room. Mr. Mackey smiled and then was gone.
Holden looked around to check who was present. You couldn't miss Foster. Barely past his 14th birthday, he was the oldest in the room but was otherwise pretty average. He was about 5 foot 5 inches tall, had short dark brown, almost black hair and typical young teen boy features. He was handsome in a boyish way, but certainly never stood out in a crowd. His 11-year-old brother, Trey, was a younger carbon copy and it was obvious to all that these two were closely related. Then there were two boys who were obviously the twin cousins. They had blond hair, and came rushing over to Philip and immediately started goosing him and yelling, "You dog. You're the last we expected..." All the four 11-year-olds knew each other well and had been in the 5th grade last school year.
"Phil, is it true your brother is a fag?" asked one of the twins.
"Yeah," the other continued. "And that he likes to have guys stick their wieners up his hole?"
Foster noticed the horror on Holden's face and said, "Shut the fuck up you kids! I told you before you are only here under sufferance at my dad's insistence." He moved closer to the smaller cousins in a threatening manner. "One more put-down from either of you tonight, just one, and we'll bend you over the table over there and fuck both your asses. And I'm not kidding about that. Got it?"
The twins looked at each other and started giggling, clearly believing their older cousin Foster would never do such a thing. But then they looked around at the deadly serious faces on every other boy in the room and decided it was not time to test Cousin Foster's resolve on the matter. As if of one mind, they immediately stopped grinning and slunk off to the corner.
"Sorry about the greeting," said Foster. "Welcome and apologies for the twins. They are a total pain in the ass. But if they push me again, they'll learn what a real pain in the ass is like. They're staying with us for 5 weeks while their mom and dad are in Los Angeles doing some course. But they're Mackeys sort of I guess - and live in Bartlett. They'll be watching only. I've already put the fear of God into them and warned of extreme Mackey retribution if they ever say anything. Err!" The handsome one is Lewis and the ugly one is Lionel. Or is it the other way round. Half the time I can't tell."
Everyone laughed, glad the tension had been taken down a notch. Fisher showed Philip where to put the bag he had brought.
The twins were identical as far as Holden could tell, but he wasn't pleased to learn they would be watching. Still, he had been told to expect this. The Mackey loved an audience. He immediately decided that he didn't like these two. He also knew they had bullied Phil last school year and a bunch of other kids too. He was angry they would get to watch all the stuff they'd make him do, but there was nothing he could say to stop that.
The final boy in the room was 13-year-old Fisher. He was sitting on one of the lounge chairs and hadn't got up when the two boys came in. He was Holden's second main co-owner and another kid from his own grade at school. While sitting down, Fisher looked a typical young teen boy with short mousy-brown hair, grey-blue eyes, and attractive facial features. He was the most dressed of all the kids there and was wearing jeans and a blue T-shirt. His family were great supporters of the old Mackey traditions, but Fisher himself had escaped his duty on the Choosing front lines in 1967 because he had been hospitalized with polio at the time. He had a long and difficult recovery and as a result of the illness, his legs suffered from muscle atrophy for a time which had resulted in a slight withering of his lower limbs. Fisher had gone from being a regular Mackey boy at the swimming hole in Indian Spring before he got sick, to being obsessively modest afterward, although even completely naked, it was difficult to see any difference externally. But both legs were far weaker than normal for a boy his age and he had difficulty with many physical activities. He still walked with a pronounced limp. This had caused Holden problems when he was required to blow the kid at the ceremony a bit over a week ago. Fisher asked him not to pull down his pants, but to access his cock with just the top jean's button undone. Holden did as he was ordered. And it turned out that blowing Fisher probably saved him from an even worse fate. The kid's cock and ballsack were hardly impressive, and he only had a few pubic hairs.
Typical Mackey tradition required the owner of a bottom to be an older boy who could produce a plentiful supply of real thick sperm. But Holden guessed that the Council felt a little sorry for the disabled boy. Not so much for Holden himself though. Having six co-owners was virtually unheard of, even in Indian Spring. Fortunately two of those owners were not here tonight, and were unlikely to ever make much demand on his services.
"Shit," Holden thought to himself when he considered his prospects. He had never used words like "shit" much before the Choosing Day. Both he and his brother had always been taught by their mother to never cuss. But those innocent days were over. Tonight his real life would start in earnest. "Well fuck," he mused. No use crying over spilled milk, or was it unspilled milk at least so far. He knew Foster had plenty of that to feed him at both ends.
"Okay," Foster announced in a commanding voice. "Let's get this show on the road."
He looked over at an old cuckoo clock in the corner. "It's five minutes before 12 and let me explain what's happening. Everybody find a seat."
"As you all know, Holden here... Stand up Holden." He did, and all the boys started cheering and clapping and yelling catcalls.
"At the Choosing Ceremony last week, Holden was picked as one of the two Community Bottoms for use by the Mackey boys of Indian Spring. He actually came in second place, with 17 points in the total net tally, with 14 boys voting positively on his back. But he still did well. His term of service as an official Mackey bottom is for two years and ends at midnight on July 14, 1970. In addition, two boys me and Fisher, were granted full and unrestricted ownership of both his mouth and ass for three years. And finally, joint first fuck rights to his ass only were given to Holden's brother, Philip and my brother Trey. These two keep those rights until their 12th birthdays. Trey turns 12 in early May next year and Phil later in the same month; if they are not chosen as Bottoms in their own Choosing, each shall resume that right for the full three years of Holden's service to me and Fisher. Also I know the technically both Harry (15) and Wayne (14) are also co-owners of your ass, but they told me that neither of them want to take up that right. Wayne will be busy with Sean Dawson and Harry says he's lost interest in boy ass now he's got a girlfriend. So you got lucky there Holden. Are there any questions?"
"What about us?" asked one of the twins pointing at his other brother. Holden decided he needed to learn how to tell these two kids apart.
Foster harrumphed loudly. "I already told you kids the answer to that. The Mackey ain't got no problem with you guys watching, but you haven't been to a Choosing, so you got no Mackey rights at all. So shut-up."
"Let me run through the program for the next 24 hours. I spent days organizing it all. At midnight Holden strips naked. Holden we're gonna keep you completely naked for the first two days of the bottom service. That's an old Mackey tradition we'll be using with you. Then we're gonna have some fun with the new Sharpie-pen set Trey and me got. But we'll keep further details on that a secret for now."
Holden didn't like the sound of any of that. What did they mean by, "completely naked for the first two days?" Did they mean everywhere around the house and outside too? Obviously Foster's dad would see him if they did. "Oh shit! That would be horribly embarrassing!" he thought to himself. And what was that about the Sharpies? The checkmarks and names of the voters on his back from the Choosing were only beginning to fade now.
"Then the fun can begin," Foster said. "Holden will blow me and then Fisher. We both agree to that. The BJ comes first. Not sure about Fisher, but I haven't jerked off for almost 24 hours now and the first nut I crack will come real fast. And Foster, remember whenever we do it, it's always Mackey Rules. You gotta swallow all my cream and I reckon there'll be a lot at first."
"Then we'll go in the same order as at the Choosing. Philip will fuck you first, then Trey. After that, I will have recovered enough and can enjoy a slow leisurely fuck without the urgency I would have felt without the BJ. Not sure if Fisher wants a fuck then or not. He might just settle for a second suck. That's up to him. Then Phil and Trey can go again if they need it. But we've got to get some sleep. It'll be a busy day tomorrow. Any questions?"
No one had a question at this time, but Holden groaned inwardly. He suspected something like this, and now it was coming to pass.
"Okay, let we tell you about tomorrow. First..." But just then the Cuckoo clock in the corner began to strike with a loud chime and the little bird popped out of his nest and started announcing, "Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" It was midnight already.
"Fuck tomorrow," Foster yelled. "We've got boy ass to fuck tonight. Holden is open for business."
"Holden. Come over here and stand on the coffee table."
There was a large, solid, rustic wooden table about 18 inches high in the middle of the room that Holden hadn't noticed before.
"You are gonna do a strip-tease show for us. You ever done one of those before?"
Holden looked at Foster as if he was an idiot. Of course he hadn't. What did they think he was?
"No!" Holden responded realizing with horror what they now intended.
"Well, it's something you'll need to learn. You're gonna have to do it a lot - at sleepovers, and White Parties and stuff like that. But we're gonna give you an incentive to do it well. So when we all agree that you do your strip-tease sufficiently good, we'll give you a whole 24 hour break from fucking well at least from the four of us. It will be 24 hours at our choosing though, but within a week of your successful strip-tease. Alternatively, you can bank that day for use later. Up to you. We can't do anything about the community fucks you've got to give, but even the Mackey Council let the bottoms have days off on the main holidays like Christmas and Thanksgiving. But there's also a downside to this deal. Once you reach the proper stripping standard, all your strips thereafter need to be that good. If not, then we'll offer your ass or mouth to some other kid to use. But we promise to be fair in our judgments on this. We need to see true effort from you. There will also be other stuff you can do to earn days off, but we'll tell you about that later."
Holden wanted to shrink up and die, but he reluctantly moved over to the table. Now he understood why Philip got him to dress this way. But he had one big problem. He had absolutely no idea where to even start a strip-tease. What was a stripper supposed to do?
"Music please." Trey went over to the Zenith Record Player and Radio Console that stood in one of the corners and placed a record on the turntable. Then he pressed the switch so the arm went into automatic mode. The familiar tune, "The Stripper" began playing. Everyone knew this song. It had reached #1 on the Billboard Top 100 chart in July 1962 and it was still played on the radio a lot. The prominent trombone slides of this jazz classic certainly evoked the feel of music used to accompany striptease artists.
"Get into the rhythm of the music and I'll tell you what to do. But first, take off your shoes, but leave the socks on. We don't want you falling off the table when you're trying to get your pants off."
Foster picked up a paper from the mantelpiece above the fireplace. It seems he had written himself some notes. How did Foster come up with all this shit?
"Turn the volume down Trey. We'll go through the directions first and then Holden can try for real."
First, stride, strut or wiggle your butt over to the coffee table and get up there. Make sure you move your hips. Circling them around in the shape of a figure 8 is always sexy. Okay Holden you do that."
Holden did. He had never felt so ridiculous in his entire life, but what choice did he have? He did as he was told or at least the best he could.
"Okay Holden, not bad. We will need more hip wiggle next time."
"Now, start to unbutton your shirt, beginning at the top. Turn around so that your back is to the audience. Then stick out your butt. Wiggle it around. Wiggle harder, like you mean it. Now look back at us, and continue unbuttoning your shirt. Smile! Blow a kiss at me or Fisher or whoever."
The music volume was low, but could still be heard. Trey had put the record on to the repeat mode, so it kept on playing. Holden did whatever Foster read out, but he was fascinated to learn how he came up with these instructions.
"Raise your shoulder slightly so that your shirt slides down a little bit and exposes your shoulder. Good. Great! Now, take both your arms out of the sleeves, then turn to face your audience, but at the same time, move the shirt around so that it's covering your chest. Then, slowly let it drop to the floor or throw it to one of us."
"Keep dancing and moving your hips back and forth in time with the music. Now unbutton the snap on your cut-offs and slowly start lowering the zipper on the fly. Good! Excellent. Now when it's down as far as it'll go, slowly pull your shorts apart so that your tighty-whities are exposed. Don't forget to keep dancing and moving those hips."
"Next, turn around facing away from us again and start pulling down the cut-offs over your ass. Keep dancing. You never stop that. Okay, wiggle your tighty-whitie clad ass to us and turn your head around. Look at each of us one at a time. Now stick your index finger in your mouth. Do it in a sexy style and then start pushing it in and out like it's a cock you were sucking. Lick it a few times. Real good Holden. You're getting the idea."
"Great, now let the shorts drop down to your ankles. Keep dancing. Kick them off onto the floor. More Hips. More hips dancing."
"Now the tighty-whities need to come off. Repeat what you did with the shorts. Keep dancing and slowly turn so that you are facing away from us again. Shake your butt at us and then slowly start revealing your boy fanny. Pull the underwear down slowly. All the way down. Now pull them off over your feet, but don't throw them yet. Pick them up with two fingers and slowly wave them around your head like a lasso. Keep those hips moving and keep waving the white flag of surrender."
"Now slowly turn around and face the audience. Well done Holden. You're boned up. That's what we need to see every time."
Holden didn't have any say with his erection. He hated doing this, but it sort of turned him on at the same time. Doing these incredibly wicked things in front of these other boys was making him hard. Indeed, he felt his cock was harder than it normally ever got. And that was totally weird because he had never felt so degraded in his life well apart from all the fucks he got in public on Choosing Day. And then there were the six blowjobs he had to do. They even made him beg a boy to let him blow the kid. His cock twitched involuntarily.
"Dance and move your hips so that your cock sways back and forth. And keep waving the tighty-whities. Now take one end of them in each hand and start moving them over your ass and nuts like a small towel. Great! Now throw the undies at Fisher. Well done."
"Now as the music starts to come to an end, turn around facing away from us, spread your feet about two foot apart, bend over and pull your butt cheeks open so we see your asshole. Look at the audience up-side-down from between your stretched legs. Just as the music stops, give the crowd an exaggerated wink."
"Fantastic Holden. You're finished now and can step off the table."
Holden did it all and was still incredibly boned up with the idea of all these guys looking at him. He knew it was totally creepy, but it did turn him on and he suspected all this sex stuff was really messing with his mind.
"Okay that was impressive Holden, but can you remember all that?"
"I guess," Holden said, not entirely sure.
"We'll practice this a few times each day till you get it right and I'll give you hints for a while. Okay, let's try it from the top. Ready? Start the music."
They made him run through the strip-tease routine twice and said he was far from perfect. The boys were grading him on a scale of 1 to 10 and all agreed, he was about a 4 or 5 on his second attempt. But all thought he'd done enough for one day. Time to get on with the more fun things. "Fun for them," Holden thought to himself.
"Okay, that's enough of that for one night. Foster, it's time for you to start performing your duties as a Mackey bottom. Me and Fisher need our cocks sucked urgently. You know what to do."
Foster was sitting in one of the easy chairs near the sofa. He had long claimed this as his own. He lifted his butt off the seat and pulled down his tighty-whities in one tug, got them off over his ankles and tossed them carelessly behind him. As that was all he was wearing, he was now completely naked the second boy in the room to be so. He sat down again and spread his legs apart, displaying himself in all his glory.
"I'm ready. Come on Holden. Get over here. Duty awaits. You know what Mackey rules require?"
"Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!" the other boys in the room started chanting loudly and clapping as Holden walked over to the seated boy.
This was so humiliating for him, but it was his new life he knew. His own brother, Philip, was one of those yelling the loudest. The kid had certainly come a long way since Choosing Day when he could hardly say the word "blowjob" or "fuck." Now look at him.
Foster smiled at the scene. He knew he had a magnificent cock. It was 4 ½ inches in length, not thick, but respectable enough. It was standing straight and proud, not a kink or curve to be seen along its smooth, off-white, constant colored surface, all the way up to the darker helmet that sat atop, adding in the last Ύ inches of height, only barely easing over the shaft with its soft eaves of blood engorged flesh. The central column of the magnificent young dick was claiming its position as if it had an erection of its own, and reminding Holden, viewing it at such close quarters, that it was a tube, an openable portal capable of supplying copious, white, warm liquid upon request.
And although he didn't need to check, a quick look down at that pole of warm steel to its base, and the growing balls, nearly bursting with need, together with the wily strands of blackening pubic hairs coming from the small, growing young woods behind the penile tree, all attested quite clearly as to what the next liquid would be cumming up that center spout, as well as just how far along in whiteness and creaminess that such fluid would be.
Foster breathed in sharply as he watched the soft, dusty brown curly-haired boy, kneel down between his legs. Then he felt the hot breath on the sensitive head of his now fully engorged and erect dick.
As much as Foster wanted to watch, his eyes rolled back on their own, as he felt the wet tongue tip on his dick; then it swirled the head as the whole helmet was brought into the boy's warm mouth. Foster reflexively brought his hands up and dove into the boy's wavy curls of brown hair. He lifted his own head back up to watch his own personal Mackey bottom now downing the first two inches of dick with ease. Foster moaned and began pushing down slightly while massaging through the hair. At the same time his hips began pumping the mouth, reaching for the hopefully willing throat.
It wasn't long before gibberish was lolling out of Foster's orgasm drunken mouth, as he was now holding the younger boy's head more surely and slow pumping deep, 3 of his 4 ½ inches in and loving the depths of swaddled wet heat. He was groaning out each thrust inward and now felt the boy's hands reach under and start massaging and squeezing his ass. And damn did that feel good. How did Holden know to do that?
Holden was even pulling the boy deeper into him, willing more of the dick inside and working on coordinating his breathing with the muscles massaging the underside, and generally the business end of the dick deep within him. In spite of what his father said, Holden felt he owed Foster a great deal for his help on Choosing Day and was determine to give him the best blowjob he possibly could. His nose pressed into the small nest of hairs at the base of Foster's amazing and hard dick. It therefore worked out great that Foster wanted a pause at the end of each deep thrust and feel the wettest and softest part of the tongue on the very tip of his dick, feeling the thrill of being so personally implanted in his very own bottom, as well as the physical thrill of the flutter there right on the tip near his dick hole.
It didn't take him long to give in to the need to cum. He knew this first one would be quick. But he was aware of those watching. Indeed he had special plans for the twins. To create something spectacular for those two, he pulled back as the moment came and told Holden to open wide, "I wanna watch my - oh fuuuaaaggh - cum in your - shi-fuuucckkoooghgaahhh - yeah! All - fuck! - over your - oh gahh - mmmmnnhh"
He watched the first spurts shoot straight into Holden's open mouth, the second ones covered the poor boy's tongue, and the third spurts slipped over the wall of lower teeth to pool below the tongue. Then Foster slipped his engorged knob back in and took to fucking out the last drops of his orgasm into the warm flooded mouth. Not only that, but the sight of seeing his cum entering the boy's mouth and knowing Holden had no choice but to swallow, got him harder.
Foster continued to feed his friend, his new bottom, until sensitivity took over and he collapsed into the back of the easy-chair, totally spent well at least for the next 30 minutes or so.
"Oh gross!" Explained one of the twins, "He ate all the stuff."
"Why did he do that?" asked the other.
"That's what bottoms have to do every time." Trey answered firmly, sounding put out by the stupid question. Didn't his cousins know anything?
The four 11-year-old boys all started laughing. And as Holden stood up wiping his mouth they began clapping loudly at the show they had witnessed. For the twins, it was something they had never even dreamed of seeing. Neither was making sperm as yet, but a switch had been turned quite independently in both their brains. They definitely needed some of that for themselves. And already the wheels started turning.
Once Foster had sufficiently recovered from his blowjob, he asked Holden to accompany him to the corridor and the two still naked boys left the room.
"Okay, listen Holden, I need to make this perfectly clear. I own your ass and mouth for the next three years and I promised I would look after you as best I can. Therefore, as of tonight, you don't have sex with anyone without my approval. Apart from me, Fisher, Phil and Trey, I want to limit those who have access to your ass as much as possible. We'll follow all the family requirements for a bottom, but you've got no idea of how to work Mackey politics, so leave all that to me. Look, I know you are hot for cock in your mouth and ass, but trust me, you will definitely get more than enough."
"What? Holden responded. "I don't like..."
"Shit Holden! Do you think I'm stupid? Since the 15th I've been keeping an eye on my investment. I know 14-year-old Colin Sanders fucked you during the no sex recovery period. Then my spies tell me you sucked him off twice more. I've also had reports of you being seen leaving Harry Mackey's house when he was home alone with just a friend and his little brother. They were county boys - not even Mackey's. Plus I know about the extra BJs you offered Colin and Aiken which were neither required nor expected. Not to mention the fact that you blew me on the night of the Choosing. How many others I don't know about?"
"None," Holden blurted out, before realizing this was an admission that he'd done the things Foster listed.
"Okay fine, but none of that you were required to do. You were supposed to be resting. Holden, it's no big deal with me if you like cock. Indeed, it's probably a big advantage for a bottom. But remember that too much of a good thing will destroy you. I'm not gonna make a fuss about what you did in the recovery period you blew me too, but all that stops now. If I ever hear again that you offered you ass or mouth to anyone not on my list, I can make your life hell. It would be easy to pick five of the guys with the biggest, hairiest cocks to fuck you one after another. Then I'll make you blow them. After all, you are supposed to do some public oral from time to time and I promised Bart to organize that. Plus, if you start offering it to non-Mackeys, I will go straight to the Council. Pretty sure they'll take a dim view of that. Look Holden, I'm not unreasonable. If you're really hot for a guy to fuck you, tell me his name, and I'll bump him up the list. But he has to be a Mackey in the right age range. No county boys."
Holden was about to speak, but Foster held up his hand like a cop at a broken traffic light. "I don't want to talk about it anymore. Get back in there and blow Fisher. He's waiting." Foster turned around and went back inside.
Holden wanted to cry. His father was right. It was just their first night together and already Foster was starting to act like a prick. He didn't like dick and hated doing this stuff. He had let Colin Sanders fuck him to protect Corey, Colin's little brother. Holden was pretty sure that Colin was going to fuck Cory if he didn't. And he gave the BJs to Harry Mackey and his friends because Harry was cheated out of it at the Choosing. And blowing Foster was just a show of gratitude for his help on Choosing Day. All his good intentions of helping others had come to naught, as his father said.
He really did allow a few tears to fall. It was all too much. Foster was becoming a prick and he thinks I'm a fag. But a minute later, Trey stuck his head around the door and said, "Fisher's waiting. Come on."
Holden returned to the rumpus room, his insides feeling like they were about to fly out of him in any given second. He walked over and got on his knees before Fisher who was still sitting on the sofa.
"Same as at the Choosing?" Holden whispered. He knew that, unlike Foster, this kid with the crippled legs wouldn't be getting naked.
Fisher nodded.
Holden took hold of the boy's zipper and pulled it down. These two were the same age and the same class at school, but Fisher was about 3 months older. Until 10 days ago, Holden had never dreamed of doing anything like this in his wildest fantasy. But here he was about to blow another boy's cock this time a classmate.
Fisher rested his hands on top of the younger boy's head and let him do all the work, amazed as he felt the warm hands reach into his fly and gently pull out his already rock hard 4 Ό inch dick. It was a tricky thing to do and a couple of hip movements on Fisher's part aided in the endeavor. Soon the flagpole was out in the open and he watched quietly and felt those warm hands, this time reaching for and appraising the whole of his dick before coming down the base for a firm hold as another boy's mouth descended for the second time over his rod of pleasure-craving flesh.
And boy did he ever get exactly what that dick was craving!!
Just the sight of the good looking, normal-boy, reduced to his knees and lowering his mouth over the flared head of his dick and sliding down the shaft was enough to make him cum. Fisher was jealous of kids like Holden. Well not the fact that he had been made a community bottom. That part had to suck literally. But kids like Holden could get down on their knees without a problem, run, play ball, and swim naked at the creek and never worry about others looking at their deformed legs well deformed in his eyes at least. He briefly considered whether given the option of being made a Mackey community bottom, or losing most of the use of his legs to polio, he knew what he'd choose. Bottoms only served a three-year sentence at worst, but his was for a lifetime. Well for now he had access to Holden's mouth. He suspected it was probably the only sex he'd ever get in his life. So he needed to enjoy it. No girl was ever going to date a cripple.
But he put all that from his mind for now. Just the feel of that hot mouth going over the spongy, only slightly resistant head was enough to make him cum. All this was driving him over the edge quickly. He wanted so bad to prolong this, but knew such was a forlorn hope. He was going to blow after just a couple of seconds of this exquisite torture of pleasure.
He grabbed the sides of Holden's head just above his ears and pulled him down the top three inches that he could get in because of the boys hold and exploded into the back of the kid's hot mouth.
"NNNGGGHHOOOOOOOOOOOHHH FFFUUCCKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"NNGGGUUGHH"
"NNNGGUHHH"
"NGGuhh"
"NGuuhhh"
"Nguhh"
"Ngooh, Unh."
"Angh"
"Fuck."
Each yell accompanied a blast of hot semen that first shot into the back of Holden's throat, forcing him to swallow, with successive shots flooding the back of his mouth - which, not feeling empowered to do much else, Holden still swallowed, tasting fully the warm, sweet-tinged saltiness of the slightly sticky fluid as it slid back and then down with a definite purposeful swallow. The thrusts and grunts persisted, even as the last of the shots flowed out, and the spasms of intense pleasure continued for Fisher, driving the young boy on the sofa to unimagined pleasure, almost causing him to topple on Holden.
Holden sensed the imbalance of his classmate about to collapse on him, and reflexively placed his own hands around Fisher's midsection to stabilize the boy. He was concentrating on swallowing the cum, and in his own mind, making a comparison with Foster's cock he had sucked minutes before. As cum spread out over his tongue, Holden recalled the flavor of Foster - tangier for sure, but about this salty. He didn't realize, though, that as he moved his hands, nothing was holding Fisher's still hard dick back, and now the last inch slipped in and into the back of Holden's throat. There was no more cum issuing out from the head, at least not that Holden could tell, but he could still feel the dick spasms over his tongue. He was still concentrating on swallowing - except now he was swallowing dick, not cum, and just trying to override his gag reflex.
Finally, Fisher regained some of his senses, though not much of his stability, and he pulled out of Holden's throat and out of the mouth and slumped backwards into the sofa. Holden wiped the back of his mouth and looked at the still wet dick, hanging off Fisher's midsection, having lost none of its plump and only enough of its hardness to hang slightly below horizontal. The boy's balls, he'd pulled out the same time he'd worked out the dick, were big and only just now receding back down from their excited state. Holden was only now realizing, how much cum he had swallowed. Fisher's dick was smaller than Foster's, but was it possible the younger boy could produce more cum?
"My turn," yelled Trey excitedly as Holden stood up.
"Jeez Trey, give him a break. He just sucked-off two guys. We're giving Holden a 15-minute rest. Why don't you and Phil go down to the kitchen and bring us back some sodas and snacks? Bring enough back for everyone. What do you want Holden?"
"Lemonade," Holden responded still tasting cum deep in his throat.
"Why should I?" Trey demanded.
"Because I'm your big brother, and I'll be the one looking after your ass at next year's Choosing. I also got you all the protection you currently have. So do you still want to argue? No? Take the twins with you."
There were no more arguments from Trey who suspected his older brother might hold that threat over him for the next whole year. All the 11-year-olds disappeared for several minutes before returning with two large bottles of soft drink and glasses and bag full of snacks their father had purchased earlier that day. Foster made sure that Holden got the first glass which he drank quickly and then was offered a second.
"Look Holden, I really am trying my best to protect you. Let me explain what's happening tomorrow."
Holden wondered if his friend felt guilty about what he said earlier.
The boys shared around the drinks and snacks and the sound of hungry boys munching crunchy potato chips filled the silence.
"You need to get a minimum of four fucks from your Mackey brothers tomorrow and every day for the next month, and then the number goes to five. But I think if I create the daily list carefully, it won't be too bad. Hopefully!"
"Let me explain what I'm doing and why. It's clear that a large proportion of Mackey boys hate you and your entire family. It's that religion thing of your mother and the fact that you got left off the List last year. That's why you got so many votes and that's why the Junior Council thought they could get away with making access to your ass and mouth open to so many. Notice they didn't do that with Reed who is a Bottom for the 8th Kinset only, and just for two years, even though he got more votes than you. So over the next 12 months I want to start work on building your reputation and that of your family. That will also help Phil next year."
Foster looked over at the still naked Holden to see how he was reacting. He had remained naked himself. Modesty seemed a bit pointless around Mackeys. And truth be told, Foster didn't actually believe that the Mackey boy community hated Holden and his family, but it suited his plans if his friend was convinced that they did. Besides, Holden got one of the worst deals ever given to a new bottom at a Choosing and thus it was an easy idea to justify.
"Most of the community fucks you give over the next two years will be done in private. But you saw that the Council wanted public ones as well."
"Yeah, but they didn't put a number on that," Holden pointed out.
"True. But the essential question is, how do we improve your reputation? The answer is you will do some public fucks and public oral twice a month over the year. Those are the boys I will vet most carefully. They will be popular community choices and because you are doing it in public, everyone will know. I'm hoping that will make things better for you and Phil. But don't worry, Phil should be safe I reckon with the protection he has already."
One of the twins raised his hand like he was in school, but clearly Foster didn't want a distraction from his message.
"Not now Lewis." And Foster continued.
"Tomorrow I've invited four boys over to the Bench-Clearing in the Unnamed Wood. I mentioned it on the phone earlier. I have also arranged for Aaron (13) to bring Reed (12) along for a public fuck from one of the 8th Kinset Mackey just one for him unfortunately for you. As I said, his family has connections. The boy fucking Reed will probably be Drake (13), as he did promise to make him available for some public shows. There is also a rumor going round that Drake wants to train Reed into cumming each time he's fucked, but I doubt he's made much progress with that on the first day. Anyway, the two of you together will draw quite a crowd. But even better, I also spoke to Wayne (14) and got him to agree to bring along Sean Dawson (12). Apparently Sean insisted when he heard. You know he's a good friend to you Holden. But I'm not sure whether it will be Wayne (14) or Piper (11) doing the honors on that ass. But my idea is Sean and Reed will provide you a couple of breaks between fucks."
Foster looked over at his friend again. Poor Holden wasn't happy.
"I know you're gonna hate all this, but you need to get used to it. It's part of your life now. Besides a big crowd is a good thing if we're working on building your reputation. Hopefully you shouldn't have any problem with the boys I picked to fuck you. They all have small cocks. Some of the older Mackey will have an issue that I don't have older guys on the list, but I'll remind them it's your first day."
Foster picked up a notepad from one of the bookshelves and looked down at his list. I've spoken to all these kids already, and they're happy to come. Here is who I invited."
Holden hated everything that was happening to him, but knew he had no choice but to go along. He was still hoping his father might intervene with the Senior Council to reduce the overwhelming burden of sex he now faced. He remained silent as Foster read from his list.
"First, Corey Sanders (12) because he had the bad luck to be publicly fucked by Damian Mackey at the Ceremony even though he wasn't picked as a bottom. That will be a popular choice and nobody will argue that one."
"Second, Cain Mackey (12). He's a real nice kid. A bit hyper at times, but he's very popular and worth you getting to know. I have also heard rumors that, since the Choosing, he's been slutting his ass around town. Not sure if that's true or not, but get him in private and I'm sure you would both have fun."
"Third, Lucas Redd (12) because he came in third place and lots of guys will want to see his cute little ass in action - if not getting fucked, at least as a fucker. Another popular choice I reckon."
"Finally, Steven Harris (13). I know he's one of your best friends, apart from Sean Dawson. But as you probably know, the Mackey like to see friends fucking friends. Plus, he was made a Limited Bottom in the 1967 Choosing. The one you should have been at. He's owned by Jason and Ryan Mackey. Getting friendly with some of the other bottoms might help you deal with things better. And since 1967, Steven's reputation has shot through the roof. You know Hal Tucker broke in Steven last year, just like he broke in your friend Sean 10 days ago."
"What about Austin Mackey? asked Fisher. He was another of the bottoms from 1967. Emerson took Austin's cherry in last year's ceremony."
"Well he definitely goes on my list, but not for tomorrow."
"What about Stephen Jacobs?" asked Phil. "He was one of the boys at the Choosing too and he's a friend of ours." Phil pointed at himself and Trey.
"Yeah, well he's okay," Foster said, "but not tomorrow. I heard he managed to talk himself into a fuck from Reed during the rest period. As he had a very easy Choosing, I don't feel sorry for him."
"Is all that okay with you Holden?"
In spite of what Foster thought, Holden definitely didn't want boy cock in either his ass or mouth. But he recognized his friend was probably doing the best he could.
"It's gonna be real weird to have Steven Harris fucking me, but I guess he will do it eventually. Okay."
"Right then, let's continue with the show," said Foster. "Time for some fucks. Phil first, then Trey, me and Fisher. Any problem with that?"
"We are now down to the major event of the night - the main reason for our presence here tonight," Foster announced. "The purpose of a Mackey community bottom is to get fucked and that's what will happen now. So let's begin. Get on your hands and knees Holden and lean across the coffee table. As you lie there, think about how you can improve the fun and enjoyment for the lucky boys that get to use your ass for its purpose. Phil, you get first honors."
Holden propped himself across the table as ordered. Best to get this over with as soon as possible he thought. He lay length-wise with his knees on the floor and Foster stuffed one of the thick cushions from the sofa under his belly. It bolstered up his now vulnerable ass obscenely, and left him feeling even more defenseless and impotent than ever. He still couldn't believe his younger, 11-year-old brother, was going to do this. Again! But he was. In fact, as Holden looked back over his shoulder and watched Phil approaching, the kid looked excited and keen to make a start. Very different to the hesitant little boy he had been at the selection ceremony.
Foster handed Phil the jar of Vaseline and he stuck a finger into the grease and pulled out a generous covering. Then without any further ado, he proceeded to stick it up his older brother's ass. He pushed in rapidly, without mercy, as far as the digit would go. Then he began a rapid and somewhat painful finger fucking of his older sibling. This continued for a good two or three minutes, but then stopped just as suddenly. Next Phil applied a good covering of the petroleum jelly to his already hard cock. His hairless three inches didn't look threatening, but somehow stood at an almost vertical angle that Holden assumed could not possibly enter him. He was wrong about that. Nothing that hard would ever be denied an entrance to his asshole.
Sure enough, as soon as Phil moved forward, he bent his cock downwards, aimed for the waiting hole, and just slid right in, opening Holden up like the finger that had gone before it, smoothing the way. In and out it went, though the fact that this was no finger, but actual dick, his own brother's dick, was messing with the teen's mind. But on this occasion Phil was clearly not suffering these doubts and quickly picked up his pace.
Other boys in the room cheered and yelled encouragement. "Way to go Phil. Fuck that ass. Faster."
These taunts of derision were soon overwhelmed for Holden by the now steady hard slap, slap, slap of Phil's 11-year-old pubis and stomach against the yielding soft cheeks of his older brother's ass every time the kid bottomed out. This was becoming faster and faster at an ever-increasing rate.
As Phil pounded away, Foster looked around the room to examine the scene he'd created. The other boys were all experiencing a series of different emotions, but no one was uninvolved. Holden had a death grip on the coffee-table. His head was down towards the floor and his face was grimacing with each inward thrust his little brother made. Fisher had his hand deep down into his jeans and appeared to be slowly stroking his boyhood. His own kid-brother Trey, now completely naked, was standing right next to his best buddy and yelling suggestions to Phil about getting in deeper and to stroke harder. The twins both had their underwear around their ankles and were openly jerking their cocks. This was the first time Foster had actually seen them bare-assed and he liked what he saw. They were standing near the coffee-table for a better view and were also urging their buddy, Phil, on to greater effort. Foster got the perfect view of their bubble butts which seemed to come out just perfectly from their bodies. He realized those butts were beyond fuckable. They demanded they both be bent over and given a daily pounding by a rock-hard cock. Well, if he played his cards right...
The sounds of the slaps of younger body against teenage ass cheeks were deafening to Holden's reddened ears and continued for several minutes. But then, without warning, they diminished in rate, and became more forceful, louder, more sure, more pronounced, and then, wham! The hardest yet, accompanied by an anguished yelp of surprise and joy, a yelp that didn't come from Holden. There were a few more three-quarter- and half-hearted slams while Phil got his nut and exploded a completely dry orgasm in what Holden realized was the shallow end of his rectum.
Other boys in the room cheered the 11-year-old and came and slapped him on the back in congratulations. He smiled up at them, while Holden hung his head in shame and just stared at the floor as he still held on in his bent over position at the coffee-table.
"Thanks, Holden," Phil said, patting his used rear. "This is so cool!" Holden was choked up with even more redness, and he was only able to nod a reply.
Next up to the plate was 11-year-old Trey Mackey, Foster's younger brother. Like Phil, this boy had an impossibly hard, almost vertical 3 and a bit inch erection. Did all 11-year-olds get that hard? Did he get that hard at that age? Holden didn't remember now. He certainly had no bottom to fuck back then and he couldn't recall looking at his own cock all that much. Maybe he did, but that was lost to him now.
Trey quickly coated his hard member with Vaseline, and even faster than Phil, he slipped right in to the already open hole. But Holden felt him enough to know the boy was back there, enough to know what he was doing, and enough to know another younger boy, and best friend of his brother, was starting to go to town on his ass. And in his ass. Trey almost immediately started the action at an excited rabbit-fucking pace and never slowed down.
Holden tightly clenched the sides of the coffee-table as his whole body was stretched, without moving, every muscle in a simultaneous attempt to get away and at the same time push back on the invading pole that was causing him so much consternation. And once again the steady slap, slap, slap of young boy against bottom seemed to reach an even higher crescendo this time. Trey started his fuck at an energetic and deliriously happy pace that brought the boy to an even higher orgasmic bliss, into the same suffering ass of Holden. The only advantage Holden had was that both 11-year-olds reached orgasm in under 5 minutes. He knew that was unlikely to be the case for the next customer in his ass. Trey pulled out with a "plop" and once again was roundly congratulated by the other 11-year-olds. He gave Holden a quick slap across the ass and attempted to say something, but couldn't. He moved across to the sofa and collapsed down next to Fisher who quickly stopped jerking himself. But Trey neither knew nor cared what Fisher had been doing. The dreamy eyes and far-away look demonstrated that the 11-year-old was trapped in his own orgasmic post fuck paradise.
Next was Foster and unlike the first time they had fucked, there was no nervousness from his friend this time. As soon as Trey pulled out, Foster was raring to go. This was his booty and he was going to make a call. Besides, he was just too horny. He would never admit it, but watching the two 11-year-olds fuck Holden had been such a turn-on. His alpha male animal instincts kicked in and all he saw in front of him was prey, fresh and ready for the taking.
"We're starting off in the doggy position today Holden. But don't worry, we'll try a few different things to test your skills over the next few weeks. There's plenty of time. One thousand and ninety-five days to be exact."
Holden hadn't actually added up the days, but the total caused him to collapse back down on the coffee-table at the depressing thought.
Foster handed the bottom boy the jar of Vaseline. "You need to grease up your butt hole again and then my cock. My little warrior has an urgent need for conquest tonight."
The other boys in the room all giggled at the "little warrior" comment. Foster just grinned at them, but it again reminded Holden of the presence of an audience.
Everyone watched as Holden took a large dollop of Vaseline and, using one finger, pushed it into his asshole. He massaged the goop in well for several minutes and then started to finger fuck himself. He was gentler than Phil had been, but well aware his own actions were providing another show for the crowd. Well, he was past caring about that. He knew that without proper lubrication, this was going to hurt. Foster's dick was not huge by any means, but it was real teen cock and bigger than anything he'd faced so far today. The quick rabbit fucks he had just gotten from Phil and Trey had hardly opened him up much at all. The two youngsters were nothing if not enthusiastic, but their little boy penises scarcely reached passed his inner sphincter muscle.
Holden winced as he then inserted a second finger. Now fully imbedded, he knew the combination of his index and middle fingers were thicker than anything Foster had in the cock department. After several more minutes of finger fucking himself, he knew he was ready. He got up from his bent over position, grabbed another large dollop of Vaseline and crawled over to where Foster was sitting in the easy-chair. His friend was already boned up and Holden carefully applied an even coating of grease over the boy tool. Then he wrapped his hand around the extended cock and started a rapid jerk-off action until Foster stopped him.
"Jeez, enough of that. My cum is going into your ass, not over your hand. Get back over the table."
Holden had long since resigned himself to this fate and assumed the required position. He put the fact that there were five other boys watching out of his mind for now - as if that was actually possible.
Foster reached down with both hands and peeled his prey open in back to look on the puckered purse he was about to fuck. No longer virgin of course, but still enough to blow his mind. He imagined seeing his dick opening up that tight hole and pushing all the way through, 4 1/2 inches deep of boy meat flagpole claiming its stake! And this was his bottom, to have and to hold, from this day forth - well at least for three years and to fuck and to fuck and to fuck. And then maybe fuck again.
As soon as he felt the thumbs pry his cheeks apart, Holden uttered a short gasp as the most private of privates was exposed. He could feel the cool air hit his asshole and then a death-like grip of his outer cheeks, and Holden soon felt the greased up, hot, blunt flesh of a hardened dick part his cheeks all of its own as it passed through like a knife through butter, and amazingly right on target. Even before the head of Foster's driving dick touched his hole, Holden knew he was screwed, or about to be. He was about to be skewered by his best friend for the second time in his life, but certainly not the last. He knew Foster was gonna want this all the time. He had told him as much and Holden had agreed to let him. Why had he done that? Was he really the sucker his father thought he was? No doubt. He couldn't explain it now as he felt the head of his friend's cock flattened out against his tensing asshole.
"Oh, fuck! That already feels good!!" Foster moaned out as he gently prodded the hole. He could feel the tip of his dick prodding against his best friend. He could feel that hole loosening and starting to yield as he slowly rocked inside.
Holden understood that resistance was futile. It was a losing battle as his hole began to relax under the massage of the warm, firm, would-be invader, and before either boy realized it, Holden's anal muscle relaxed open and spread wide around the head of Foster's dick as it eased in smoothly. He winced with the pain of initial penetration. That hurt a lot. Holden relaxed as much as he could with one of his best friend's penetrating his asshole. His sphincter closed back around the glans of the 14-year-old as the first inch slid in. But the smooth motion continued for another two inches as the anal ring was stimulated along the movement of the thick shaft through the initial part of Holden's bowels. He winced and gasped in pain once again as the cock made its way inexorably inward.
Foster was blown away by the luxuriant heat that moistened, suckled, and massaged his sensitive dickhead and shaft on its journey deeper into the most private access to a boy. He plunged onward in slow motion - to the moans and subtle gyrations of the boy in his power below him.
The very slow dance of Holden to adjust to the bigger dick, as though he could somehow evade and pull away from it subtly, appeared to suggest to Foster as though the boy could be either in pain or in pleasure. With his horny mind swamped by the incredible pleasure feedback of ass running along his dick, he chose to believe Holden's moans were ones of pleasure. It appeared this supposition was confirmed when he noticed Holden start stroking his own cock.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Foster yelled loudly.
"What?" answered Holden clearly in some discomfort.
"Your hand. You're jerking yourself. We'll have none of that. You still don't understand do you Holden?" Foster said in a kinder tone. "You're a bottom. You need to concentrate on the pleasure of the guy fucking you. Whether you get-off or not is irrelevant. You need to focus only on the needs of the top boy. Like, start practicing tightening and loosening your asshole. Loosen it on each inward thrust and tighten on the outward pulls. Use both your hands to caress my butt and legs and pull me in harder. I'll let you go to the bathroom after I've finished. You can jerk-off there if you need to. But for Christ's sake don't make a mess in there or you'll be cleaning it up. Okay?"
Holden didn't answer. He was totally defeated.
"Let's get back to fucking your ass. Use your whole body as a pleasure tool. As Bart said at the Choosing, eligible Mackey can "expect access to your hole, and your full cooperation and enthusiasm in bringing them off inside you in such a way as you can provide them with maximum pleasure.' That's your job - your only duty. Do you get it now?"
Holden nodded his head reluctantly, but didn't say anything. Foster decided to taunt the poor boy a little more.
"Oh fuck, yeah, work it, Holden! Damn, but your pussy is INCREDIBLE!! Flex those butt muscles. That's your role in this."
And with that he began pumping in and out about 1 1/2 to 2 inches at a time. The sudden start of being fucked properly took Holden's breath away so he couldn't protest Foster's words. By the time he came back to his senses, he was being banged true and proper in the real sense with Foster's pelvis connecting fully with his cushioned backside to drive the whole of the larger dick all the way into him before pulling out 3 - 4 inches. The boy's buttbone was really being slammed, as he was rutted like a rogue underling.
Soon the only sound in the room was the steady repetitive slap of thigh against bottom and the constant short painful grunts of Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! from Holden with each thrust inwards. It hurt, but he had felt worse on Choosing Day when he was fucked by bigger boys. As he prayed for this humiliating onslaught to end, he felt Foster's hands on his shoulder pulling him even more tightly against his crotch. His already stretched and worked-over hole expanded slightly more, and then he felt the deposit of maturing, hot semen flooding his ass, 4 1/2 inches or more deep into his rectum. He could feel it filling him up deep in the center of his lower being. Foster's cum was inside him well and good. It was the second time, but not the last he knew. Nowhere near the last!
Foster owned this ass and the feeling of sperm flushing his deeper rectum proved it yet again. Holden hung his head, knowing the inescapable truth, even as Foster held him steady there, huffing and puffing out the last throes of his exertion, staying fully implanted for the moment.
Foster bent forward and hoarsely stated, in a tired but thoroughly pleased voice. "Oh fuck! Oh, we are DEFINITELY doing this every day. You gotta believe that Holden. Your ass is so amazing."
Once again, the other boys in the room cheered enthusiastically at the spectacular show they had just witnessed. Foster slowly lost what remained of his erection. He was sated, at least for now, and his cock was squeezed out of Holden's ass with a loud plop. But he held on and kept his friend pinned below him as the post-fuck recovery process began.
When he did eventually stand up, Holden rushed from the room claiming to need the bathroom urgently.
"After that fucking, he needs a good jerk-off I reckon," Foster said laughing out loud. He looked over at Fisher and they just grinned at each other. Both knew Holden faced a more urgent necessity than just jerking-off. He would need to expel some of the copious cum from Foster that was temporarily residing up his asshole. The 14-year-old was proud of that achievement. No doubt cum enemas were an occupational hazard for Mackey Community bottoms he mused.
"Fisher, you're next. Do you want a fuck now too?"
"Not just now," Fisher replied looking a little embarrassed. But there was no way he was going to get naked like the others and fuck Holden in front of everyone. "Holden agreed to sleep with me in my sleeping bag. I have a double. I'll get him to blow me when you turn out the lights."
"That's fine," said Foster. Then he turned to everyone in the room. "Alright. It's already past two AM and we all need to get some sleep. I have a big day planned for tomorrow. Get ready for bed. I'll be turning off the lights in 15 minutes."
"What about us?" demanded the twins in unison? We know you said "no" before, but Lionel and I talked it over. We'll do anything if you let us have a fuck too. Our dicks are not much bigger than Treys."
For the first time that evening, Foster looked seriously at the twins and smiled. He had been going out of his way to ignore and exclude his first cousins as much as he possibly could. Was all that paying off at last? He just loved it when his plans came together.
"Anything?"