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
As the days after the Choosing Ceremony went by, Gerry Mackey spoke of the awesome responsibility his sons, Foster and Trey, had been given as owners of Holden's ass. He stressed that they must always show proper respect and care for their bottom. He was a human being with feelings after all. But the man made it clear that he had absolutely no issue with them taking full advantage of their rights. That's what the bottoms were for. However, it was also important to ensure that everything they did with Holden was within the Mackey rules. He didn't want his sons getting carried away and doing silly things. But he stressed that jerking off was a thing of the past for Foster and Trey. A personal bottom's mouth or ass made that redundant. Holden was theirs for three years and they should slowly push the envelope of their sex lives as they experimented. The worst thing they could do, he told them, was to quickly get into a boring regular routine. No, it would be such a shame to be given this important opportunity, and not use it to the max.
He then stressed the need to avoid becoming overly possessive. Holden was duly elected a bottom by the entire Mackey boy community and his sons needed to be generous in providing their Mackey friends access. Favors granted would only enhance their reputation within the clan. "Don't ever let me hear that you get a reputation for being stingy with his services." However, he also told the boys he would certainly understand that, if initially, they wanted to keep Holden close. He expected that in the early months, they would be using him extensively and it was better for the bottom if calls for his mouth and ass were not excessive. Hopefully, they would sense for themselves when it was time to share.
Over the next days of the official bottom recovery period, Gerry fed subtle hints to Foster and Trey about the unlimited possibilities ahead. But it was essential to ensure his own hands were clean in all of this and so he never told them what to do. There was no need. With the war in Vietnam raging on, "Plausible Deniability" was the new term they were using in Washington these days.
Therefore, as opportunities arose such as driving them home from Scouts, or Little League, he started telling his sons fun little stories about what he and his brothers did back in the day and the bottoms they fucked. His boys never realized the bottom in many of these stories was him.
The comments were simple at first.
"You know back in my day they used to keep the new bottoms completely naked for their first few days of service." Or, "Whenever we took our bottom to a sleepover or a White Party we made him perform a strip-tease act. It was always very popular with the other boys and got the event off with a bang." Or, "There was a tradition back then that new bottoms had "Community Bottom" written in ink on their backs, just above their ass. Or sometimes the sign simply read, "Fuck Here," with arrows pointing in the right direction. All good fun!"
Gerry wasn't at all surprised to receive an urgent demand the next day from Foster and Trey to stop at a school supplies store, even though it was the middle of the Summer Break. Apparently, they had been told to buy a thing called a "Sharpie pen" for school projects in the coming academic year. They needed to get theirs urgently to test them out and ensure they could use them correctly. The Sharpie had only been invented in 1964 and was apparently the latest thing.
Over the next few days there were questions about places where a new bottom was fucked back then and even requests for more specific details of the different fucking positions the kids used with a bottom in the olden days. Gerry Mackey had a very well paid job as an architect in the city, but the family still lived in the old homestead that had once belonged to his grandfather, David Mackey, back in the nineteenth century. Most of the land beyond the creek had been sold long ago, but they had retained and updated the farm house and outbuildings. Gerry took the two boys out to the large old barn which was mostly empty today and used the fully clothed brothers as manikins and got them to adopt some of the positions in question.
But his best idea came to him when he learned his two 11-year-old nephews, Lewis and Lionel, would be staying with his family as their parents were heading off to LA for a training course in running and managing a fast-food franchise they planned to establish.
Gerry knew this must certainly be an act of God that all his stars were so neatly aligned at the right time. His wife and oldest daughter had decided to take off for a week to look at colleges, sororities, and on-campus accommodation for Savannah. His wife, Sandra, had been reluctant to leave at first, but when Foster announced the results of Choosing Day at dinner one night, she decided that if her boys were going to do boy things, it was time for a little mother-daughter time. The two planned to be away at least a week or maybe two. Clearly, Gerry Mackey would have no direct involvement in any of the "boy things" himself, but it would be fun to sit back and watch as events transpired. And maybe direct things a little when circumstances permitted.
Gerry agreed to pick up the twins from their house on his way back from collecting Foster at Scouts. The rest had been easy. As father and son drove over to Bartlett to collect the cousins, he was happy to relate another story from the "good old days."
"You know, it's funny. But the twins remind me very much of two brothers whose asses we tricked into owning for whole year back when I was a kid. I guess it's the blond hair and blue eyes. Those brothers were really cute, and great fucks when they got used to being bottoms. But I have to admit, it was a bit of a dirty trick we played on them."
"What happened?" Foster asked a little too excitedly Gerry thought.
He pulled into a gas station. "Well, I guess we have plenty of time. We're not due at your cousin's place until 4:00PM. Let's get a couple of sodas and I'll tell you the story."
The man and his eldest son actually spent over 30 minutes sitting at one of the benches as the tale unfolded. He even mentioned how they had gotten the two blond brothers to sign a contract to get access to the Mackey Community bottom they owned. With the written contract and statement from an eye-witness, the bottom being offered, they had an irrefutable case to present to the Junior Council for their claim of ownership of the two brothers. And the claim was quickly granted.
Foster was a quick study and raging teenage hormones combined with the overwhelming new sense of power he could exercise over another boy sexually never failed to lead him in the right direction.
Mr. Gerry Mackey wasn't at all surprised that late one night, Foster came to him and asked if he could remember what they wrote in the contract. Of course he did. And readers here won't be at all shocked to learn that even after all these years, he remembered it word for word.
It was an easy 20-minute bike ride to the clearing in the Unnamed Wood. Well, easy for most of them. For Holden it was an added period of high stress as he rode almost stark naked. They had generously allowed him to retain his Keds and the "Elasticized Knee Socks." In fact, other than when he was in the shower that morning, Foster always insisted that the white socks be worn. But a lot of kids and even some adults used these trails on a regular basis and there had to be a better than fifty-fifty chance of meeting someone. True, it was mostly Mackey back here, but it wasn't unusual to see Near Springers from time to time as well. Foster's house was at the edge of the Near Spring.
Their little party consisted of the naked Holden (13), Foster (14) and his brother Trey (11), Holden's kid-brother Phil (11) and the two twins, Lewis and Lionel, both 11. Foster wasn't all that happy about bringing the twins along. True, they were Mackey from the 10th Kinset, but they were pretty much unknown to the Indian Spring family. Well, he guessed that needed to change, and now was as good a time as any. But he did worry that someone might mention things to them, he'd prefer they didn't know just yet. He had warned the twins to be careful today and not to speak to anyone unless spoken to. He had explained that as far as the Indian Spring Mackey were concerned, they were strangers and people would only warm up to them slowly. Fisher had been picked up by his mother after the art project was completed. He really couldn't ride a bike and said he needed to get back home for a physiotherapy session he had that day. Foster promised to send Holden over to his house later in the afternoon for another blowjob.
The boys took the trail behind Foster's place, past 4 other houses, and across an open field. Then they rode down another track that after 10 minutes of hard riding took them into the area known locally as "The Deep." There were no official border markings or anything of the sort, but they were now entering true Mackey land. It was only the very brave or very stupid Near Springers that had ever entered here. The few that had done so in the past would never reveal what had actually been done to them, but the fact that they walked funny for several days was not lost on others.
The goal of Foster's group today lay 500 yards into the Deep, a small clearing, surrounded by the original growth forest. The logging company had never had felling rights in this area and the place was more or less in its original pristine state. In the clearing was a bench that could sit three or four boys comfortably and a small padded table that had been built two years before. This was one of the type of things the Mackey family were famous for. The clearing had always existed, at least in the collective memory of anyone living, but the bench and padded table had just appeared one day - without fanfare or explanation. But since then, it had become a popular place to bring the community bottoms, which indeed was its real purpose. The Mackey always did seem to have a passion for public shows.
What surprised Foster though was the number of boys already there. He had arranged for 4 kids to be there to fuck Holden as his community obligation for today, and he thought a few more might come to watch, but a quick count told him there were over 20 boys present. Maybe he should have got permission to hold this at Old Knot which was located another mile further on into the Deep. That was where the Choosing Day ceremony was held on July 15 each year and it had better accommodations for a large audience. The padded table was never intended for anything like this. Oh well, they would just have to make do.
The first person Foster identified in the group of kids already waiting was Bart. He was president of the Junior Council and an unpredictable character at the best of times. He was walking directly towards them and he didn't look happy.
"Who are those kids?" he asked angrily pointing threateningly at the twins.
"These are my first cousins, Lewis and Lionel, sons of my Uncle Bert. They live in Bartlett, but they're staying with us for the holidays... They're in the 10th Kinset and will be 12 next year and both want to be invited to the Choosing in 1969. Isn't that right boys?
"Yes sir," they answered in unison. "We really want to watch it next time," Lewis added.
"Err, boys, this guy here is Bart Mackey and he's president of the Junior Council."
Both twins, on their best behavior said, "Hi" to Bart.
Bart's expression had completely changed as a lascivious smile burst across his face. "Welcome boys. I would be extremely happy to put your names down on the list for next year. And I can practically guarantee you a great seat to view the proceedings." Then he started laughing. "Okay they can stay."
Phil and Trey looked at each other. Trey knew he really should have had a serious discussion with his cousins about what they didn't know, but Foster had ordered them both not to say anything. And Trey didn't feel all that sorry for the twins. They had both bullied him too many times in the past. Besides he and Phil would definitely be bending over next year with all the other 12-year-olds on Choosing Day. It seemed only fair that his arrogant little cousins should have to do it as well.
Bart then quickly looked at the others in their party before his eyes fixed on the still naked Holden sitting on his bike. Then he noticed the drawing and his mood darkened again.
"Did he ride over all the way from your place as he is now? Your idea I assume?"
Foster grinned sheepishly. "Yes,"
Bart practically dragged Foster off his bike and pulled him away from the others. "You're a fucking idiot Foster. What if a non-Mackey adult had seen that on his back? What if Holden is involved in an accident or ends up in hospital for any reason over the next two or three weeks? What you think doctors or nurses will make of that? Well, if any of that does happen, I'll make sure you take Holden's place as community bottom for the full three years and, being a special case, I guarantee your ass will be available to every Mackey boy between 11 and 17 on day one and with no protection limits at all." And with that he turned around and walked back into the crowd.
Foster had gone a bright shade of red and was pretty sure he was about to shit his pants. It had all seemed like such a good idea at the time. Well, ideas from his dad in fact, but he couldn't tell anyone that. The way Bart reacted made Foster think back to Choosing Day and his contradictory attitude to Holden then. Now he wished he had brought Holden's clothes along. He had absolutely no doubt that Bart's threat was 100% serious. Fuck, now he would have to make sure nothing happened to Holden until the artwork wore off.
While he was still very much in total panic mode, Drake Mackey, with Reed in tow, walked over. Drake was one of the three boys that had been given unlimited access to the rear end of 12-year-old Reed Mackey, the other community bottom selected two weeks ago. Reed had actually received the highest vote total in the Choosing with 19 points from 19 voters, but he had done better on the day than Holden. Reed had been made a bottom for the 8th Kinset. That meant only boys from that small family subgroup of Mackey could make use of his services, severely restricting the numbers he would need to entertain in any given week. For poor Holden, the sky was the limit. Well almost.
"A bit over the top with the sign on Holden's ass don't you think? And naked too? said Drake. "I'd never do that to Reed."
Drake looked over at Reed who was scowling at Foster.
When Foster didn't comment, Drake continued. "Are we still going with the plan from yesterday?"
"What?" said Foster as if noticing them for the first time.
"Corey Sanders and Lucas Redd are first up with Holden, then I do Reed. After that Cain Jacobs and Steven Harris take their turns with your bottom. But Wayne Mackey is over there with Sean Dawson and you'd better go and speak to them. I know Sean wants to help Holden if he can."
"Err... Okay, yes," Foster managed to say without much conviction.
Drake, sensing this conversation was getting nowhere said, "I'll tell Wayne you're on your way."
Foster wasn't stupid and quickly realized the precarious nature of his situation and knew he needed to change tack. He had assumed the idea of the notice on Holden's back and keeping him naked would have been popular. But he had badly misjudged people's reactions. Okay then, Holden had more friends than he thought. He looked over at the crowd and saw Wayne Mackey heading towards him.
Wayne was 14-years-old and was generally regarded as a popular and happy go lucky kid. He had been granted primary ownership of 12-year-old Sean Dawson, the third, but extremely limited bottom selected at the recent ceremony. Sean had no direct community obligations and access to his ass was limited to just three boys. But Foster knew that Sean and Holden spent a lot of time together and were best of buddies. Sean had rushed over to Holden as soon as they arrived at the clearing and from the looks on their faces, neither Wayne nor Sean were happy.
"Foster, how could you do that to Holden?" asked Sean angrily. "I thought you two were friends. Holden trusted you."
"Yeah well, not my idea. Kid-brothers! What's a guy supposed to do?" He motioned in the direction of Trey and Phil who were moving their bikes out of the main clearing area at Bart's direction.
Sean scowled at them. "Yeah well, those two better watch their own asses. Me and Reed will have extra bottom votes next year and neither of us have to protect anyone. Besides, you're older and need to take charge. You can't let little kids run things. Be a man!"
Foster resented being put down by this barely 12-year-old bottom and thought of telling the impudent little upstart to go fuck himself. But he guessed Wayne was already doing that the fucking at least. Sean wasn't even a Mackey, not a real one and got himself accepted into the brotherhood through some devious scheme involving Hal Tucker. That kid wasn't a Mackey either but seemed to run rings around the Council. However, discretion was the better part of valor he knew and priority number one now was protecting his own ass. No point in making enemies with kids like Wayne. He had powerful family connections.
When Sean started walking off to where Trey and Phil were now standing with a group of other 11-year-olds, he knew he needed to act.
"Hang on Sean. Let me deal with my brother if you don't mind. I promise, here and now, to curb any future crazy ideas they come up with. I really am trying to do my best for Holden you know. Why did you and Wayne want to talk to me anyway?"
Wayne looked over at Sean who shrugged. "I... well, I changed my mind. It's nothing. Wayne can we get out of here. I don't want to watch what they do to Holden. We'll do it at your place."
"Okay."
The two of them headed off towards a trail leading to Wayne's house, but as they passed by Trey and Phil, Sean yelled, "You two better watch your own asses." Then they disappeared into the trees.
Trey looked over at his older brother for an explanation for this strange behavior. Neither he nor Phil had ever had much to do with Sean Dawson before. But Foster just shrugged and the group of 11-year-olds went back to their conversation.
Foster was very pleased he had dodged that bullet for now. He smiled to himself. Maybe his little brother Trey wasn't as safe as he thinks. If Sean and Reed tried going after Phil, he knew Holden would set them straight, but Trey? He wasn't sure and perhaps he didn't care. Anyway, he needed to get this show on the road.
He saw the two 12-year-olds, Corey Sanders and Lucas Redd talking together and went over to speak with them.
"You guys ready to go? Corey you're up first and then Lucas. Okay?"
The two boys nodded. They looked rather pleased about what was about to happen. Both boys had been on the line at the Choosing ceremony a fortnight ago, but neither had been selected and could now take up their full Mackey rights without further worry of ever facing that again.
Corey Sanders, a blond hottie, was an Outer Mackey who actually received ZERO votes on the day largely because of his association with his older cousins, the three Wilson boys. They were more like older brothers to Corey than cousins and the close association of the two families went back to their fathers in World War II. By this time in 1968 all of the Wilson boys had served in Vietnam. George, the oldest, was already back home with a Purple Heart; Dennis, the middle boy, was killed the year before; and Butch, the youngest, was still serving. However, Corey had the misfortune to be publicly fucked by Damian Mackey as a boon given to the last boy to vote. Damned unlucky Foster thought.
On the other hand Lucas Redd was actually in third place at the Choosing and it was touch and go all day as the whether he would be selected. He received 14 net points with 16 positive signings and there were many who wanted a go in his tight little ass. Well, they can dream on now, but it would certainly be fun to see him in action as a top.
"Could I have everyone's attention," called Foster above the din of conversation from the crowd as he stood next to the padded bench. "As most of you probably realize, the new bottoms take up their official duties as of today and I brought Holden along here so that you all could get a chance to see the latest edition in action. I guess most of you saw his glorious deflowering on Choosing Day, but some of you only witnessed that from a very limited perspective. Therefore, I have invited three of the 12-year-olds on the line this year to exercise their full Mackey rights for the first time. And finally, I invited Steven Harris, Holden's best friend from school to take a turn. Steven may in fact be the very last Near Springer to be ever granted full rights as he has the distinct pleasure of being porked three times a week by our very own Jason and Ryan Mackey, who I see are here to look after their protιgι. Correct me if I'm wrong guys, but you do have to share Steven's fuckable pudding with the Near Springer, Hal Tucker?
"Yes, but we have our fun on different days," yelled Jason.
Everyone laughed.
"Well, that's what we'd expect. Okay, would Holden and Cory come up to the padded bench?"
Part of the reason council president Bart Mackey had come along here today was to check out how Foster ran this little shindig of his. It was part of every council member's job to find their own replacement and he wanted to assess the boy's stage presence. Although he thought Foster was a stuck-up little prick at times, he had to admit he was good with an audience.
Trey had been standing nearby with a jar of Vaseline and several small towels at the ready.
"How do you want him Cory?"
"Err, dunno," said the now very nervous boy. The 12-year-old knew he would be putting on a show once again, but at least this time, he was the top and he didn't need to get completely naked.
"Holden, why don't you just bend over the bench?" suggested Foster.
"Trey, you do the honors and get Holden greased up."
Trey stuck his middle finger into the jar of Vaseline he was holding, pulled out a generous dollop and without further beckoning, stuck it into Holden's asshole. He then applied a lavish coating all the way around the anal ring. Next Trey dipped back into the Vaseline jar again, and with another finger-load full, he pushed rapidly inside as far as his longest finger could reach. He finger-fucked the opening for a good minute and then he looked over to his older brother. It was clear to everyone in the audience that Trey had done this before. Holden let out several grunts and moans as he was being prepared.
"Okay, thanks Trey I think he's ready. But Cory, you're not. You'll need to get your jeans down if you really intend to fuck our newest bottom."
Everyone in the audience laughed again.
Corey went red in the face, but he unclipped the button on his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. His white underpants followed quickly. However, he kept his shirt on and fully buttoned. He was well aware that what Damian had written on his back was just about faded by then, but he wasn't going to take the risk that there was any part of it still there. "Thanks for the best fuck ever! Your ass is INTENSE!! -- Damian"
Corey stepped up to the bent over boy ass.
"Wow!" said Foster, "it seems Corey is pretty hot to trot here. But hold on a minute. If I remember, you have more experience at this than others perhaps. Well maybe on the other end."
Foster paused meaningfully for the sake of the audience. There were further titters of laughter.
"But even if the bottom is already greased up, it's always a good idea to apply some Vaseline to your own cock. Makes it better for you and for him. Will you do that yourself Corey, or do you want Holden to do it? That would be a normal part of the service a bottom can provide. Part of the bottom's duty to make the experience more fun for the top, I guess."
Corey scowled at Foster and didn't answer. But he grabbed the jar from Trey and started coating his own now very erect cock.
Everyone laughed again.
Corey Sanders was only a few months into his 12th year and he had a boy penis to match. It was thin, barely 4 inches in length and circumcised like most American boys were at the time. Still there was a small smattering of pubic hairs and reasonably decent sized balls that showed this boy was growing up. They had lost the little boy smoothness and were a slightly darker color than his buttcheeks, but still hairless. Foster guessed they might well give Holden a little shot inside not much to be sure, but something.
"Okay Corey, he's all yours."
The boy stepped up behind Holden and quickly realized he needed to bend his cock downwards if he was ever going to enter this hole. His own erection was standing almost vertically upwards. Then without the slightest effort at finesse or grace, he pushed down hard, and his cock speared into Holden's ass in one quick movement. Holden grunted out loud at the sudden entry and the crowd clapped and cheered.
Then Corey got to work. Once again, there was no subtlety about the kid at all. His hands grasped tight around Holden's hips and the hard cock started jack-hammering in and out like a battering ram intent on bridging the gate in the castle walls.
"Fuck! This kid is an animal!" Foster thought. He was being very rough with Holden, and Foster worried about how his buddy was going to cope with four of these.
"This is not a race Corey. There's no prize for cumming first or fast. Take your time," Foster suggested.
But Corey ignored him. Soon 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 were the only sounds in the clearing.
Holden felt Corey's hot breath on his neck, the boy panting like an over-worked steam engine heading up a steep grade as the action continued into a third minute.
"Fuck!" Corey gasped. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna squirt!! Aaahh! Aahhh! Aaarrrggghhhhh!"
Holden felt several quick pulses, Corey's little squirts of boy-spunk, coating his insides.
"Well done Corey," Foster praised. "What a fantastic demonstration of speed and determination. Let's give the boy a round of applause."
"Are you okay Holden?" Foster whispered as the crowd continued cheering.
"That hurt," Holden answered. "Not my hole. He wasn't really big enough for that. No, it feels like my butt has been well and truly spanked." Foster laughed and tousled his hair. Good man.
"Lucas Redd, you're up next," Foster announced when the crowd had settled down somewhat.
Lucas looked more like an 11-year-old than his actual age of 12 and he had been the smallest boy on the line at this year's Choosing. Still, the reason he got the third highest number of votes was because of his stunning looks with the midnight black hair and mass of cute freckles across his face and upper body. And oh, let's not forget the bubble-butt. That was superb. Lucas was not a boy who carried a lot of weight, but what weight he had was stored in the right parts, especially those two well-rounded buttocks of his - those two orbs of mercurial elasticity enjoyed and fondled by many at the Choosing. His 15-year-old brother, Everett, had been selected as Community Bottom three years ago and his term of service had just ended on July 14. Foster felt the family had been through enough and that was the main reason he put Lucas on Holden's first day list. Well, that and the fact he had seen the kid on Choosing Day and he wouldn't be providing Holden with much of a workout today.
Unfortunately, even with a brother as a bottom, Lucas himself appeared to lack all originality and Holden's next fuck was pretty much a repeat of the first right down to how far Lucas lowered the shorts and the underpants he was wearing. The kid's tiny boy erection might have approached 3 inches in length in a very favorable light, but Foster could tell that Trey and Phil had a good half inch more to give. In addition, there was not the slightest sign of puberty on the boy and he looked completely hairless below his head other than the wispy light hairs on his lower arms.
Lucas took the offered Vaseline from Trey and applied far more than was needed as far as Foster was concerned. There would be no problem with entry for this kid. Perhaps the better question was whether the length was sufficient to get inside Holden's ass at all.
Well, it appeared he could. In less time than it takes to tell, Lucas was gripping on and pounding away on Holden's much used fanny. And like Corey before him, Lucas appeared to have a hair trigger and was yelling that he was cumming in under 3 minutes. One needed to interpret the term "cumming" loosely as there was little danger for Holden in this kid filling his ass. Still the show needed to go on.
"Well done Lucas. That was one amazing fuck you gave Holden. Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, it was the best ever. Thanks Holden. Can we do it again? I mean one day not today."
"What do you say Holden?"
"No problem Lucas. You fuck real good. I'd be happy to add you to my list every day."
The crowd cheered again, but with a little less enthusiasm this time.
"Okay, we are going to give Holden a little break now. I would like to hand over the stage to Drake and his new bottom Reed."
Foster was happy to hand over the floor to Drake. They had been in the same homeroom at school last year, and although not close friends, they did share a sort of mutual respect. Drake was about 6 months younger than Foster, but he was a nice kid, and amazingly skilled at any and all sports. On the other hand, Foster excelled in the academic field and had often helped his fellow Mackey out with homework and some tutoring in Math. But there was something else generally known about Drake. The kid was one serious horndog he could never get enough sex. Even at his young age, Drake already had a great deal of actual fucking experience. Together with his 14-year-old brother Logan, he had the honor of being the last to shoot his sperm deep into 15-year-old Everett Redd's rectum the night before the Choosing ceremony and the last day of Everett's three-year term of bottom service. The following day he had been the first boy to sign the back of Everett's 12-year-old brother Lucas, clearly hoping to carry on with another brother where he had left off the night before. In fact, through various backroom deals, Drake had already been promised special rights in Lucas's ass for three whole years if the kid was selected. Fortunately for Lucas, he didn't secure sufficient votes to be picked as one of the bottoms and it appeared Drake was out of luck for once. However, Drake certainly possessed the luck of the Irish and when the deal was made for Reed to be a bottom for just the 8th Kinset, the Council felt he needed a second unlimited owner. And Reed picked Drake for that onerous task. But once again Drake demonstrated his skill in deal making and added the following caveat to his ownership.
"As long as I'm fucking Reed regular, then Kurt don't get to fuck him at all. Not Selby nor Carter either. And in exchange, you don't investigate them any for whatever they did up to this Choosing. And if you do that, I'll make sure he gets fucked some in public, too."
And Drake made one further promise on Choosing Day, this time just to Reed. Before he fucked the boy for the first time, he leaned in close and said in a quiet voice only Reed could hear,
"I don't want to embarrass you, but Reed, I'm gonna fuck you like all the fucking time after this. I mean, I'm probably always gonna want it, no matter how much Aaron keeps you. And well I've had a lot of practice with Everett, and a couple others, and I think I'm a pretty good fucker. So after all this is over, I'm gonna start fucking you real good. And I mean I'm gonna learn to fuck you so good we're both gonna cum. Promise."
In fact Reed ended up with three unlimited owners. Aaron Mackey (13) who fucked Reed twice in a row on Choosing Day, Drake Mackey (13) and David Wilson Mackey. David, who was just 11-years-old, got the same sweetheart deal that Phil and Trey had with Holden, and Piper Mackey got with Sean Dawson. And interestingly the new status of these four 11-year-olds appeared to create an immediate bond between them. They all knew each other from school of course, but Foster was sure they would all become much closer over the next three years. He suspected a lot of sharing and swapping of bottoms might be taking place in the future. He had already noticed them congregating together and much involved in what looked like serious discussion.
"Err, thanks Foster," said Drake. "I promised at the Choosing I'd be do'n Reed a bit in public and I reckon t'day is as good as any."
And with that, Drake and Reed stepped up to the padded bench and started stripping off all their clothes, not just pulling down their pants. When they were both naked, Reed was made to bend over the padded bench like Holden had done before him.
Drake wanted to shout with joy as he once again viewed this surprisingly magnificent vision of a young boy's clean tight butt and asshole in front of him. He had seen it on Choosing Day of course, and the two of them had actually made an early start on their fucking practice. No way did Drake believe he could sit by for the entire 10-day rest and recovery period for the new bottoms. Still, those experiences had been somewhat furtive fucks in the woods. Today, he could legitimately take his rights with his new bottom and he was proud for everyone to watch him do so. It was into this anal well and hole that he would soon drive the impossibly hard dick that he was now clutching.
As for Reed, it was simply embarrassing to be bent over like this in front of a crowd of boys who were his relatives, his neighbors and even his close buddies from school. Could he ever live this down? He felt Drake's hands caress his private and, prior to this summer, inaccessible bottom. But as soon as he felt Drake's thumb move across the cheeks and delve into his crack, he felt a surge of panic as though this were his first time to feel the presence of another person that close to his most personal space, but it wasn't. This was his life now. And as he felt the thumbs go even deeper within and then pry his cheeks open for view and to feel the sudden air upon his anal folds, he had to quickly control his breathing and slow down the urge to bolt.
Nothing however, slowed down the beating of that young heart of his. For some reason, it was as if he were a virgin all over again, and he could barely contain his sudden fear of the coming penetration long enough to remind Drake about using plenty of Vaseline.
But he needn't have worried. Phil had taken Trey's place as "grease monkey" for the second half of the show. He smiled at the 13-year-old, and noticing his distracted dreamy look, he practically shoved the jar of Vaseline into the kid's face.
"Oops!" Drake yelled as he took the Vaseline jar from the alert youngster. It didn't take him long to smear grease across and deep into the waiting hole and to have his almost 5-inch dick coated. Drake was slightly further along in the puberty race than Foster even though he was 6 months his junior. His cock was longer, thicker, there was a bit more pubic hair, and he had bigger balls than Foster could bring to the argument.
Reed's sudden trepidation notwithstanding, Drake was on a trajectory from which no natural force could dissuade him. This was now his bottom, well partly his, and he intended to make full and proper use of it. But Drake wasn't entirely selfish, he was a "good kid" after all. He would make sure Reed got enjoyment from this too.
Reed felt the large dick head now at the top of his crack, forcing its way down and parting the cheeks along the way, its large size making its presence definitely known, spreading the valley on either side of the crevasse, all the way down until it almost exited the crack at the bottom, and traveling back up to the top and then down again, and precum flowing copiously, making the way slippery.
Phil had never seen that before and he moved a little closer to take a better look. As far as he could tell, neither his brother Holden nor Foster made that precum stuff. He knew what it was, and it was fun to collect another piece in the jigsaw of his now quickly evolving sexual knowledge.
On the second trip back down, Drake's dick paused at the level of the unprotected hole and drove forward parting the cheeks and not stopping until the head filled the whole of the anal well and pressed roughly against the anal sphincter, maintaining pressure until a yelp form Reed signaled that the muscle had given way. Thus entry of the bulbous intruder was established, swallowing it whole and giving entrance to the Vaseline slickened shaft that followed without pause all the way in.
Reed felt every bit of cock as the 13-year-old dick opened him up and sank all the way to the base until Drake's was balls deep and holding his body hard against the naked pelvis. All Reed could think about was this intense pain in his almost virginal opening and intrusion of another boy's dick as he felt his anal opening was tugged inward all the way as the dickshaft just kept entering his butt without governance.
Finally, when he felt himself in the most embarrassing position of being forcefully held against another boy's privates, his butt smashed flat by the force of being pulled back, all the while fully embedded on a boy's hard dick, he naturally squirmed, unconsciously seeking refuge somewhere away and off the intruder.
But the squirming only served to elicit the most wonderful feelings across the length of ass-sheathed dick, which only served to cause Drake to grip and pull the boy tighter against him, which in turn made Reed want to squirm more from the acute need to lessen his humiliation. Unfortunately it was just a vicious circle that turned Drake on more and more and got his dick even harder.
The last fact would have been impossible to believe if Reed hadn't felt it himself. It from feeling like he was being fucked on a boy's dick to being fucked on a steel pipe, and he couldn't keep the moans and whimpers from escaping his mortified mouth.
But there was absolutely no way he could get out of this, for Drake's drives and needs were too strong now, and even he had no control. Despite the intense feelings he was deriving, just holding the squirming boy there hard against his steely dick, he was overcome by the urge to fuck, and he pulled out and slammed back in, gripping Reed tight as he began to well and truly fuck that white, tight, unblemished, perfect ass, ramming, like a piston, the lubed entrance to paradise.
As Reed's anal muscles clamped down, and only the sheer utter rock-hardness of the older boy had allowed him to penetrate that barely yielding hole, Drake did something unusual. He grabbed hold of Reed's soft cock and started jerking him to erection. It was slow going at first. Reed was suffering both pain and humiliation at being fucked this way well, getting fucked any way, but he suddenly started to bone up and Drake kept jerking and jerking.
There were `oos' and `awes from the audience. In Mackeydom you were either a top or a bottom. There was certainly no rule against it, and in private, it was done far more often than anyone would admit, but it was almost never done in public. But it appeared neither Drake nor Reed objected and the jerk-off continued as Drake began to fuck hard.
The velvet sheath of muscle massaging the whole of his dick every time it disappeared deep within the bowels inside the white ass he was compressing with every thrust forward was driving poor Drake to insanity as he desperately tried to hold on, to prolong the rush of the sexual slam against his whole body, but nothing could stop or even slow the need to constantly rebury his dick in the warm rectum of his boy; his bottom. He fucked that ass like it was the first and last piece of meat he would ever go through until the end was inevitable. With a shout of pure joy, Drake buried himself to the hilt and flooded Reed's rectum with more sperm and semen than even he thought he could produce.
Reed could feel the gushes of warm liquid shooting into him, timed with the last hard slams into his butt and the grunts and cries of both boys. Drake had kept jerking him off, and Reed too was soon overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm, the likes of which he had never felt before when he stroked himself. He blasted three small but distinct shots of clear preteen boy cum across the padded bench as his body quivered like a jelly in an earthquake.
Drake had more to give than his bottom and shot several more loads into the boy and held himself implanted until he came down fully from his long orgasm. As each boy slowly recovered, they independently reflected on what had happened. One boy felt an exultant acceptance of the way of all alpha males. The other an awkward moment of silence that this was now his role within the family. His butt and boy pride was accusing him of some betrayal, and he felt ashamed that he had cum so obviously while it was happening. But it hadn't been all bad, and what worried him most was that, given time, he might actually start to like this. Unfortunately, he was likely to get plenty of practice. Drake was going to take him over to Aaron Mackey's house after this, David Wilson Mackey had booked him for 3:00 PM and Drake had arranged for three 8th Kinset boys to do him after that. And Aaron and Drake were already fighting over where he'd spend the night.
"Wow!" yelled Foster moving up close to the bench again. "That was truly amazing both of you. Wow! It's rare I'm lost for words, but that was something."
Drake and Reed only became aware of the cheering crowd as they attempted to stand up. Phil handed them both a small towel each that Foster had brought. It was actually touch and go to determine who was more embarrassed, Drake or Reed, as they cleaned up and dressed without a further word between them.
"Thanks guys," said Foster after a few minutes. "That will be one difficult act to follow. Let's get Holden back here, this time with 12-year-old Cain Jacobs. We all remember what a magnificent job Cain did on Choosing Day with the four boys he was required to blow. Now we get to watch him perform in a different way."
The audience was still applauding appreciatively as Drake and Reed made their way off to the side.
Cain Jacobs was another of the boys who had been fortunate on Choosing Day. His close cousins, Jasper, Gary and Christopher, weren't interested in having a close-at-hand ass to fuck, and just as much preferred that it wasn't their little cousins. They had already rallied quite a few others on their side of the family to give protection to Stephen first and Cain second. However, Cain had a nice ass, with an extremely delightful prospect barely hinted at between the luscious cheeks. He was also a handful to deal with at school and elsewhere and later in the century would have been labeled "hyperactive" and no doubt prescribed daily doses of Ritalin. That aspect of his personality had earned him four checkmarks on the day, more than any other boy other than Holden who was given six, but he had started off with three as punishment before the event even got started.
One of the boys Cain blew on Choosing Day was the bottom, 14-year-old Cole Havers, and unbeknown to anyone else, Cole had been teaching the boy about sex ever since. And Cain being the rambunctious kid he was, he had quickly taken to fucking in a big way and was perfectly happy to fill either the top or bottom role. For him, sex was sex and it didn't matter who was on top. With Cole Havers everyone came.
A completely naked Cain stepped up to the bench. He was already fully erect, his 4-inch chubby circumcised stiffy pointing upwards, almost flat across his lower belly.
"Cain, I see you're raring to go, so I'll leave you to it," Foster announced as he stepped aside. It was clear a long introduction wasn't wanted this time.
"I want to look at your face as I fuck you," announced Cain in a commanding voice, as he moved up in front of the older boy. "Holden, lie on your back with your knees pulled up and legs spread apart."
Cain was speaking in his usual loud hyper voice, and the commanding nature of his tone surprised everyone. Most of those in the audience had assumed they were in for a re-run of what they had witnessed with Corey and Lucas. They knew Cain as the harmless goofy kid who let events flow around him. He never seemed to take control in any situation. He might cause mayhem, but it was never organized. This was definitely a side of Cain none of them had seen before.
When Holden got into the required position, Cain moved in between the older boy's legs, bent over and whispered, "This is the way I want you to do me when we do this again in private. I like your dick and think it would be fun to get it up me. You okay with that?"
Holden was stunned. He never expected to get that type of invitation. He had a lot to learn about being a Mackey bottom. True, it would turn out that most kids just fucked him and nothing more. But there were exceptions, and whenever he got the opportunity to share time with those guys, sex actually became a lot of fun. But for now, Holden was a little too overwhelmed to think that far ahead. His 4 ½ inch steel hard erection was on full display to the audience and that only increased his embarrassment. He had got hard watching Drake fuck Reed, something he never expected either. Like all 13-year-olds, Holden had sexual fantasies, but they rarely involved other boys. He wondered if that might change too now that he was a bottom.
Holden nodded his head, "yes" and smiled up at the boy who was about to fuck him. Would this turn out to be different to the other experiences he had had so far as a bottom? He was barely half-way through his first day, and he had been fucked 8 times already.
For Cain it was that perfect straight circumcised boner that was feeding his young boy arousal. Cain also liked the distinct bush of dark brown pubic hair. Holden didn't have as much as Cole Havers, but it was enough to tell him this kid could cum. And after spending a great deal of time with Cole over the past 11 days, Cain had learned much about life from the bottom's perspective. He decided that whenever he used the bottoms himself, and he was hoping to do so a lot, they would have fun as well. Cain liked things to be fair, and giving the bottoms some pleasure made perfect sense to him.
Cain took the offered jar of Vaseline from Phil, still acting as grease monkey, and rubbed a generous portion onto his cock and added a finger-full to Holden's hole and shoved it home. He knew that Holden had already been well lubricated, but Cole had taught him to err on the side of caution. "More is always better," he was told. Cain then gave Holden's ass a 30 second rapid finger fuck to loosen him up a little more. He needn't have bothered however, as by this time Holden would have no issue in receiving these smaller cocks. Then he pointed his boner down at the welcoming entry, and slowly, but carefully, pushed inside.
The slow advancement of Cain's dick was tripping the sensitive charges of pleasure nerves so well primed already all along Holden's anal ring and through the tight canal that was now almost eagerly permitting the entry and journey of Cain's dick. The stimulation was enough that he was twisting himself onto the younger boy's crotch.
"You like this?" Cain whispered. "I love looking at your face. I want to see your face, too, when you fuck me. Okay?"
Holden nodded his assent.
The feelings were overwhelming to Cain. He loved fucking and he knew Holden and him would be doing this some more a lot more over the next few years. He loved being a Mackey and having the Mackey bottoms. And he felt sorry for the other kids at school who would never know this pleasure. If he was older, he would cum that very second. But this was his first fuck with Holden, and he was holding back. He couldn't believe the incredible warmth and total caress that Holden's ass was giving him. Different to Cole for sure tighter, an all-enveloping sense that spread out through his whole body. He kept pushing through, noting subconsciously that Holden was seemingly thrashing with pleasure at the feel of his dick going in. Cain then began to note this consciously and smiled down at his distant cousin. He could do pretty much whatever he wanted now. And he was. One final thrust and he was all the way embedded in Holden'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.
Holden saw the concentrated look on Cain's face as he slowly withdrew about an inch of his shaft. Then he began a steady rhythm of withdrawing an inch out and then plunging back in.
"Cain! Uunnggh!"
The younger boy soon stepped it up to an inch and a half out and then in.
Holden was just riding out the wave of acceptance. Acceptance that he was getting fucked. Not the first time for sure. That ship had long since sailed. But being in this position was more personal, face to face, and intimate close enough to kiss. If Cain did that, how would he react? More important, how should he react? Were there taboos even bottoms weren't supposed to cross?
Two inches in and out.
Acceptance that it was his distant cousin fucking him. His eyes were mostly closed now.
Two and a half inches in and out. The motion had sped up. Cain's eyes were also heavily lidded.
Acceptance that he was getting fucked in this embarrassing position, with loads of relatives and kids from school watching.
Three inches in and out. Soon Cain slowed and then pulled his dick almost out until the rim of the flare on his dickhead was just pulling at the inside of Holden's hole. Pulling and then releasing pressure back, moving back inside ever so slightly. It was the rhythmic tugging that got Holden's attention. He opened his eyes and looked up at the other boy. He realized that at some point, Cain had moved forward with his arms on either side of him, the younger boy's hips being the power behind the fuck thrusts into his behind. Holden also realized he had unknowingly wrapped his legs around the preteen's body. His hands were gripping the bench, but a new round of embarrassment started for the boy.
Cain kept up the rhythmic tugging of Holden's anal muscle and it was driving the 13-year-old crazy, creating a whole new itch for him. "Want me to stop, Holden?"
Holden just looked at Cain, not knowing whether to glare or to plead. He didn't know what to say.
"Well?" Cain asked, still very slightly rocking his hips to tug on Holden's hole.
"Dammit, Cain, just do it." Holden couldn't describe the feeling. It was like an itch, but not in any itchy sort of way. And it wasn't something he had experience before, even when Foster fucked him. "Please, just finish, and jerk me off, too!"
Cain 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 leaky dick. Holden was sure leaking a whole lot of precum. The smaller boy used it to slick up the cock and start pumping, really working it with his hand. Holden was moaning louder and was being told by Cain to scream, so that the guys at the back could hear.
Holden couldn't take anymore from the double-sided stimulation and his orgasmic spasms began.
"Oh FUCK!!" He exclaimed in a vulgar scream. "OH, OH, UUUNNNNNGHH... FUCK, Cain...that...was..."
He couldn't finish; he had run completely out of breath. Cain as well was breathing heavily as the sudden squeezing down of Holden's rectal cavity when the boy hit his orgasm had pushed him over the edge. They lay there panting until Holden could push the other boy's hand off his dick and complete his sentence.
"... fucking intense!!"
"Yeah." was about all that Cain could pant out at this time.
"You already cum, too?"
"Well, uh" Cain tried to answer, " kinda...I guess...I mean...I did...but...I probably didn't shoot anything. I'm not making it yet, but Cole says I will soon."
"Cool." Holden answered, his legs still somewhat wrapped behind the smaller kid.
The audience were cheering wildly once again. These two had put on another unexpectedly good showing.
"All I can say is Wow! Once again," said Foster stepping up close to the padded bench. He was feeling a little guilty, well a lot guilty in fact. This crazy little hyper 12-year-old had upstaged him in fucking "his" bottom. If he had thought about it, Foster might have concluded that Holden probably deserved to get a little fun out of this too. It must really suck to be a bottom. But in truth, he hadn't given that concept a moment's thought. He hated putting himself down, so he wouldn't go there, not now. But would it be that bad if he jerked Holden off while they fucked. Not every time for sure, and certainly never in public, but on occasion?
"Next up we have Steven Harris, Holden's best friend from school," Foster announced loudly. He was keen to move this along now. For his own mental comfort, he didn't want to dwell on what he'd just witnessed.
Holden barely had time to half-way recover before he saw Steven standing next to him. This was going to be the most difficult one of all. He and Steven had been friends from kindergarten and they hung out all the time at school. How would this change their relationship? Perhaps it wouldn't? Holden had been aware of what happened to his friend at the abortive Near Springer Choosing Ceremony Bart had arranged, although he hadn't been there to witness it himself. He also knew that Jason and Ryan Mackey and Hal Tucker were fucking Steven at least three times a week each. Still he never mentioned that he knew. He was just too embarrassed to ever do so. And the fact that Steven never mentioned it either made his own mental denial of what was happening very easy. That would certainly no longer be the case after this after his best friend stuck his cock inside and fucked him til he came.
As Holden slowly recovered from what Cain had done, Steven stood there looking angrily at Foster. Steven Harris had never been part of the "in-crowd" at school, but nor was he a kid easily pushed around. And since 1967, his reputation had shot through the roof. As the only Mackey Near Springer, not only did he have the full protection of the family, he quickly discovered he had two special guardian angels, the brothers 15-year-old Jason, and 14-year-old Ryan Mackey who always had his back as one bully painfully learned from first-hand experience.
"You're not showing proper respect for the bottoms," he scowled at Foster. "Writing this on Holden's back and making him ride here naked is bad. If you do anything like this again, there'll be trouble," said an emphatic sounding Steven.
Foster might have argued and told the kid to mind his own fucking business, but he noticed Jason and Ryan standing nearby. Taking all three of them on would be a big mistake and they had other powerful family allies as well. Nope, Foster knew when to back down.
"Holden how many times have you been fucked today?"
"Err... Nine times already," answered a meek sounding Holden, not sure if he was supposed to answer that. "It'll be ten after you finish."
"Okay, that's enough for one day. No more fucks from you today Foster. Understand?"
Council President Bart Mackey had sensed trouble and had come up to see what the problem was.
Steven was one of the brighter kids in school and after getting over the initial shock of being made a limited Mackey bottom, he quickly came to realize the power the position gave him. The tenuous peace treaty between the Mackey and the Near Springers Bart had negotiated with Hal Tucker rested largely with him. If he complained or kicked up too much of a fuss, the result might be all out war between the two camps. He had actually come to enjoy the times he had with Jason and Ryan, and they were good to him. But he could push both Bart and Hal further than anyone else to get what he wanted. They both needed him to play along to maintain the peace - the nuclear option was unacceptable to both sides.
Everyone could tell that Foster was about to blow a gasket at being told what to do. Seeing Bart standing there, Foster immediately appealed to him to put this upstart fake Mackey in his place. But it wasn't a surprise to Steven, but a major shock to Foster when Bart just shrugged and walked away back into the crowd.
Foster was super-pissed. He had only invited Steven to fuck Holden because he thought it would be embarrassing for the kid to be fucked by his closest friend. But Foster was no dummy either and he quickly concluded there was family politics here he didn't understand. Well, he would seek out an explanation of that later. But for now, he wouldn't push things.
"Okay fine," Foster said irritably. "You gonna fuck this kid or not?"
"Oh don't worry, I am."
Steven leaned over close to Holden and whispered. "I have really wanted to do this for almost a year now, but I thought it would be totally weird for you if I asked. But now you're... Your situation is different... Next time we do this, we take turn-abouts. Okay? I'm a bottom too remember, and the Council has no problem if we do stuff."
Then Steven began undressing. It seems he too was going to be one of those kids who liked to get completely naked for an audience. What had the year of being fucked nine times a week done to his friend?
"Get on your knees with your ass over the edge here. Put your head down on the bench, your ass up in the air and spread your legs wide apart," Steven ordered.
Holden had never done it this way before and Steven adjusted his friend into the perfect position for getting fucked.
Holden couldn't see what was happening behind him, but when he saw Phil do a double take he just had to peak himself. "Oh fuck," he screamed and the crowd laughed. They had already seen what was keeping Holden transfixed. Steven Harris was a month younger than him he knew, but he had to have the biggest cock Holden had ever seen on a 13-year-old. Why hadn't he ever seen that before? Well obviously they had never done anything like this, but even so, how had Steven kept that monster a secret? Steven's cock was a slightly curved 6-inch-long battering-ram and thick as all get out. And if anything, the bulbous head appeared even larger. Foster knew that this cock had to be as big as 15-year-old Harry Mackey's tool that had caused him so much pain on Choosing Day. Oh, no this would not be an easy fuck.
The fact was that Steven had started life quite ordinary in size and development. Then 18 months ago puberty hit him like a run-away train. While most of his friends starting growing at a regular pace, Steven had gone from being nothing but average, to what you saw today. Jason and Ryan Mackey had watched this growth with amusement and often embarrassment as their own private little bottom was now bigger than both of them. And with the physical development, Steven's interest in sex had blossomed as well. He no longer dreaded the weekly visits from Hal Tucker or the Mackey brothers. And two months ago he had started going with some of the bottoms. Austin and Christopher Mackey had always been happy to share in the fun. Those experiences were always the best of all. Each time he invariably ended as both top and bottom with those two. And that was how he hoped his relationship with Holden would develop.
Unfortunately, Holden had been given a false impression of being fucked by the three 12-year-olds that took their turns in his ass so far today. Even Foster was nothing close to that in size. It was only when his friend Steven stepped up to the plate that he gained a full understanding of what being fucked was truly about. And Steven was getting right down to business.
The greased hot knob and steely shaft of Steven's cock started at the top of his crack and penetrated the butt cheeks, and then back up to teasingly press against and release and repressure his defenseless anal closure. Holden already knew that attempting to close his back passage would only cause him more pain, so he relaxed his anal muscle as much as he could as the huge invader was pushed into his bottom. It was enormous!! And the pain was almost unbearable. He wanted to scream, but shouted `Ughh', `Ughh, `Ughh' repeatedly as he felt the inches penetrating his insides. He grabbed the sides of the padded bench for stability and comfort as the torture tool continued its inward advance.
Finally, Holden felt winded and took a breath of surprise as he felt that area of his perineum bang hard as the last quarter inch was slammed in to the base and he was fully and completely embedded with dick. His previous concerns about embarrassment and damage to his masculine reputation evaporated as the searing pain of the penetration cleared all other thoughts.
Steven stood there fully imbedded in his best friend allowing Holden time to grow accustom to the huge invader inside his ass.
"Phil," a kid from the audience yelled, "is it all inside?" Phil moved closer and looked carefully.
"Yep," Phil shouted back. "Hell yes. All 10 inches of the monster dick."
Everyone laughed. Clearly Steven didn't have anything like 10 inches, but it was certainly way out of proportion to the kid's very average body frame. And it was certainly the biggest cock that had penetrated poor Holden since Choosing Day.
"Well, get on with it Steven. You're in, so fuck him!" another kid yelled.
Steven leaned forward over to Holden and whispered, "You ready?" Holden wanted to say that he'd never be ready for a cock this size, but knew his voice would be a high pitched falsetto if he tried to speak. He reluctantly nodded as a sign to go-ahead. He knew nothing would stop this happening to him now.
The monster cock pulled out a half inch and quickly pushed back in. This gave Holden a rocking sensation of a deep thrust and a pounding on his perineum. But the same action was repeated and repeated and each time slightly more was pulled out, and slightly more was pushed back in.
"Ughh, Ughh, Ughh," Holden grunted. He held on, and just as he sensed three inches of dick drag out of him and slam back in times four, he suddenly felt the thrusts become harder, shorter, and with greater urgency, verging on unbearable.
"Ughh, Ughh, Ughh."
It hardly seemed possible, but each time, more and more of that hot, hard mass of teenage dick seemed to push deeper inside.
"Ughh, Ughh, Ughh."
He may have tried to run at this point, but was distracted by fingernails almost breaking his skin as Steven's hands clenched his hips ever more firmly. And the fucking went on and on. Two minutes, three minutes, and four minutes, his friend pounded away. Would this ever end?
"Ughh, Ughh, Ughh."
Then Holden felt the sensation of a sudden flow of warmth more than six inches deep inside him. His thirteen-year-old best friend was depositing his copious seed at what was surely the deepest point of his anal passage, and it kept cumming, and cumming, and cumming.
After several more minutes Steven pulled out with a loud "plop" a sound that was heard right around the clearing. Holden was too shocked to move at first as he felt a steady stream of cum leaking from his still open hole and trickling down his legs. Phil rushed forward with one of the towels and started dabbing tenderly at the still stretched open hole and wiping up the drippy mess back there.
"You okay Holden?" he asked sounding concerned.
Holden could only nod that he was, as he slowly struggled to his feet.
"Sorry, I apologize for being so rough," Steven whispered. "I promise that next time we do it in private I will be much more careful. But I know that was what the Mackey wanted to see. They'll leave you alone for a while now."
Foster was also a little concerned at what he had seen. He had honestly tried to ensure Holden only faced small cocks on his first day. It never occurred to him that the kid he sat next to in Math class was just so well hung.
On the other hand, the crowd seemed mightily pleased at this last performance and the sound of loud cheering and clapping filled the clearing.
"Okay, the shows over folks. Thanks for coming," Foster announced. "One last thing. As primary owner of Holden, I'm taking on responsibility for arranging his calendar of community obligations for now. If you want to have your own turn in Holden's ass, take one of the bits of paper from Trey or my cousins, Lewis and Lionel. They have a bunch of small pencils as well. But you'll need to share. Write your name, age, and telephone number if you have one at home. (This was well before the invention of mobile phones and even into the late 1960s not every home could afford a land line). And after watching that little performance, you had better write down the size of your cock. The number 3 means about 3 inches long, 4 means about 4 inches long, 5, well you get the idea. Steven Harris managed to keep that massive weapon of his a real secret."
A lot of boys laughed but Trey and the twins were immediately rushed off their feet with requests for paper and pencils. Then quiet descended on the clearing as boys filled in their personal (very personal) details. When various kids who had finished, started sharing results Foster began to worry about how accurate the cock size details might actually be. But he guessed, correctly, that most boys would probably over-exaggerate that figure and that was useful in and of itself.
Soon the crowd started drifting away and within 15 minutes Foster found himself alone with only his original party plus Steven Harris who was now deep in conversation with Holden. Holden had disappeared into the trees at one point to unload some of the spunk he was carrying, but he seemed to be coping okay for now.
Foster actually felt sorry for his friend. He pulled off his shirt and took down the shorts he was wearing and pulled off his underwear. Then he put his shorts back on and grabbing the two articles of clothing went over to Holden.
"Put these on. Your time for being naked is over. I'm real sorry about what we did to you." When Holden looked dubious as he was handed the tighty-whities, Foster giggled. "Don't worry, they're clean. New on this morning. A kid only wearing shorts in summer is no big deal. And my shirt is pretty long so no one will guess you are just wearing undies. When we get home I will find your clothes. Err, sorry. I was a... shit to you."