Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2011 06:12:11 +0100 (BST)
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: the-dawson-exclusion-1968-4

The Mackey Tails
By Jonas Henley

The Dawson Exclusion



1968
Indian Spring Community
On the edge of a large city in Ohio


Part IV

After Sean's glorious first time fucking (well, glorious for the
spectators, and for Piper), even while the freshly plucked cherry was still
spasming slightly from the withdrawal of its in and out assault, Bart did
some last minute rallying of the votes - mainly to prolong the excitement
and uncertainty of the event.

It was like stretching out that overtime in the rivalry game of the year,
where any moment a sudden death could change the mood and excitement in the
air. He kept his word with Deecy and didn't showcase Reed's ass, and he
kept his word with Hal Tucker and stayed away from Jake, though he did
recap how and why Holden Mackey was there. A few boos from the audience
directed at the poor boy didn't boost Holden's hope that he could hold out
and survive this thing.

Sure enough, when the voting was restarted, the first two boys to vote
wandered over to Holden's ass and wrote their names on his back. Dong-Yul
Mackey (Prentiss Mackey's adopted son that he fathered in Korea during the
war) did it because he believed in the traditions that afforded all Mackey,
including and especially himself, to be Mackey and be included as family
without question. He believed these traditions should be upheld and
supported, and that Holden had a duty to such, even if he was 13 and in a
ceremony that was traditionally only held for 12 year olds. Holden should
have participated last year.

The second boy was Micah Mackey. As the 15 year old boy did so, he
whispered to Holden, "Sorry Holden, but my brother Grayson said that if I
vote for you, he'll make sure I get one of your checkmarks."

Holden hung his head in anticipated shame. It wasn't so much the knowledge
that this catapulted him to the lead when there were precious few votes
left, but that Micah was doing it in anticipation of Holden going down on
his dick and sucking the semen out of his balls. And everyone would watch
it happen.

Grayson, himself, meanwhile, wandered over to Reed Mackey, and used his two
votes as a Council Member to raise the good, country-boy's white and
unblemished ass up to match Holden's 16 points.

"You may have somehow stopped Bart from showcasing this fine ass of your
little brother's, Deecy, but I think it deserves a go from all the randy
dicks out there wanting a piece. It's the Best in Show, for sure."

Deecy held his tongue as best he could; it certainly wouldn't do Reed any
good to go making a row about things at this juncture. But when he saw
Matthew Corbin walking over to them, he felt his anger drop-kicked to a
downhearted state. Matthew hated his brother Bart, especially after the boy
made him a Bottom, and probably would have used the negative 2 points to
counterbalance Grayson's vote. But Camden had told them that former Bottoms
couldn't do that, only current ones; and Matthew was a former Bottom -
which meant, if he was coming over to Reed, then he could only add to the
boy's depressing total.

"Relax, Deecy, I'm not voting for Reed."  Matthew said, "Look, Reed,
there's no way out of this now. Even if the last three of us all voted for
Lucas, you and Holden would be tied for second, and they would make you
both go through it. And I'm not gonna do that to Lucas. Just wanted to say,
though, don't let this change you or beat you. It doesn't . . . . . seem
. . . . so bad, once you let yourself get used to it. If you don't let
yourself get used to it and just accept it, it'll ruin you. You remember
that, too, Deecy."

Matt then stepped to the left and signed Stephen's back, telling him that
no boy should leave out of here with negative points. Otherwise, it would
seem like he hadn't been here at all. Stephen actually laughed, so relieved
he was that not only did he have no checkmarks, but there was no way
possible, at this point, that he could be Chosen. The fact that he was bent
over with his naked ass out there, showcasing his tight virgin asshole to a
bunch of other boys didn't seem to diminish that light feeling much.

After all, when he left here, it would still be a virgin hole.

"Oh . . . . uh . . . . sorry Reed," Stephen said a moment later, quickly
extinguishing his mirth in sympathy. He would, though, later be the first
boy up Reed's post-Choosing ass, that is during the short, dick-free period
that the boys were given following their public fuckings. It would be at
Reed's insistence that it was OK, an insistence that neither boy believed,
but one Reed had to accept and one Stephen just couldn't turn away, having
seen the sight of that perfect barely used Bottom. Reed was, in fact, most
wondrously physically formed throughout.

But for now, Reed nodded his head briefly in acknowledgement of Stephen's
sympathy; otherwise, both he and Holden were sure of their 'endings' in
this matter and had grown morosely quiet. Reed did look up and over to
catch Deecy's eye and nodded his head. Deecy knew what it meant. He
couldn't protect his brother anymore. But maybe he could protect David
Wilson. Two more eleven year olds, Deacon and Neville Mackey had drifted in
by this point, though they wouldn't be invited to vote. Under the rules of
the day's event, however, they were given a negative point for next year in
exchange for their names now being irrevocably on the list.

That was one of those deals that made you sigh. You were never really sure
or not if the exchange was a good one.

"Bart!"  Deecy called out, "Before the last vote is placed
. . . . . . [deep breath had to be taken first] . . . . . I want to invite
David Wilson up to vote."

"David Wilson Mackey," Bart called out to the 11 year old boy, "You are
allowed to vote on any boy. You get an additional negative point for
voting, a point that will be subtracted from the names written on your back
in next year's Choosing. You'll get another negative if your vote ends up
on the eventual community Bottom. If you pick the wrong boy, though, you go
all the way back to zero and you will still be irrevocably on the Choosing
list for next year. Do you understand?"

"Yes . . . ." The boy did not completely understand, but he did trust Deecy
implicitly. Plus Piper had seemed all for it, earlier.

""Wait," Deecy said as the boy got up, "There's more."

But he didn't get to finish what more there was. He was interrupted;
someone new had arrived.

There was still Luke Corbin left to vote, as well as Damian Mackey. With
David Wilson, that made three votes. Enough to put Lucas in the lead, but
leave Reed and Holden tied for second. Matt Corbin had alluded to that
earlier, and it was still a losing situation for Reed.

What caught Deecy's and everyone else's attention, however, was the
reappearance of Lake Havers, and he had his little brothers 14 year old
Cole and almost-13 year old Dalton in tow. Lake had explained that the boys
were visiting since the rest of the family had moved last year (Only Lake
stayed behind to finish high school), but that they were still Mackeys and
should still be able to vote. What's more, he was still claiming Cole as a
Bottom (while a slightly embarrassed Cole was looking off elsewhere).

This last part was briefly contested until Cole agreed (well, Lake agreed,
actually) that his butt would be available to a few boys during his
visit. Lake had actually negotiated it to five boys, three of whom could
have multiple access. It seemed fair to him for the week-long visit. Cole
just sighed. 'Fair' had a lot of meanings in the Havers tribe. He wouldn't
argue when the boys came to fuck him, though, however much and however
hard.

But, what that did was put four more votes into play, more than enough with
the current three votes out there to put Jake and Lucas over the top and
save Reed and Holden. These thoughts tumbled around in Deecy's brain, as he
contemplated new strategies.

"Deecy," Bart called out.  "You were interrupted; you said there was more
to your offer to David Wilson?"

Various strategies rapidly flew through the desperate older brother's mind,
but finally he decided that he couldn't play games like that with Lucas and
Jake. It was different when there were still more votes to go, but to
deliberately pick them so his brother wouldn't get picked did seem
wrong. But he couldn't do that to Reed either. But Reed would never have a
good brother to look up to if he treated Jake and Lucas like
that. Especially Lucas. But Reed was his brother!

It tore at his stomach.

"Deecy?"

"I . . . . . uh . . . . you see . . . . . [sigh] . . . . If he . . . uh
. . . if . . . . . just . . . . [another sigh] I was going say . . . . if
David Wilson votes for Reed, then he gets to fuck him whether Reed wins or
loses the vote."

"Hey," one boy called out, "you can't just buy votes with your brother's
ass."

"Actually," Bart said, "He can, so long as the votes count AGAINST his
brother or charge, and IF his charge has received at least THREE
checkmarks. It's a little known by-law, but it's in there all the
same. Once you get three checkmarks, if you have an official sponsor that
you requested, then he has extra say-so on extra blow jobs and fucks that
you have to give. One of those ways is selling your ass OR mouth for more
votes. But he could also just pass them out to friends. So it's
legitimate."

"But Reed only has two checkmarks," called out 13 year old Gabriel
Walsh. He was Reed's closest friend and had been sitting and chewing his
nails throughout this contest. Next to him was his 13 year old
first-cousin, Fisher, who was ironically one of the two kids near Reed's
age that was partly responsible for the enthusiasm that parents had for the
return of the Choosing. The other boy was 11 year old Young
N. Mackey. Although it wasn't their faults.

Fisher's dad, who was Gabriel's uncle and engaged to be married that fall,
got a Mackey girl pregnant when he was only 12 (one month before the
Choosing he found himself in), and Young N.'s dad, Aiden, who was Ike's
uncle, got a County girl pregnant when he was just 14. The parents blamed
the increase in teen pregnancy on the decline of tradition during and after
the second World War, though it wasn't until Will and Hollis made their
deal with the Council that the Choosing was fully and successfully
re-established. Fisher escaped his duty on the Choosing front lines thanks
to a hospitalizing polio; he still had a limp from the illness.

Gabriel was only made to bend over briefly, as a formality, before being
sent off to the hospital with his mom (Fisher almost died). It was his
mom's insistence, however, that he at least make a showing - for the
family. It was the idea that Gabriel's presence would also preserve
Fisher's honor, as their family presence at a Choosing, informal or formal,
had been unbroken for every male in the line, all the way back to
Oliver. It worked; both boys were given full and complete rights.

As for Young N. Mackey, Aiden Mackey's 'illegitimate' son, he went the
first six years of his life without an actual name. He was just called
'youngin' by his maternal County relatives. He was born at home and the
mother's family was either too stupid or too lazy to get him a birth
certificate, or anything like that. Mackey power and money finally came to
bear, and 'youngin' went to stay with JoJo Mackey's family and when he was
seven was legally adopted by Aiden and his new wife, Alicia Sanders. During
the adoption process he received his name: Young N. Mackey. Outside of
Mackey lands, at school and scouts, he was called Young, but inside,
everyone was just used to calling him Young'N.

"Reed only HAS two checkmarks, Gabriel," Bart stressed, correcting the boy
who was doing the only thing he knew to do to save his friend.  "But he
RECEIVED three checkmarks. One was forgiven, but he still received it. I
applaud your loyalty, but any further interference, and I will give Reed a
checkmark in your name."

Gabriel sat down. Too afraid to say anything else. He couldn't be the cause
of more suffering for his friend.

David Wilson meanwhile went up and signed his name on Reed's back, after
Deecy assured him it was all right. Like Deecy (Douglas Colton), David
Wilson was known by both first and middle names, and once he signed Reed's
back, he was told that until he turned 12, even though that wasn't far off,
he would have unrestricted rights to Reed's ass, regardless of how the vote
went.

He only ever used that privilege twice.

Deecy, however, had a sudden brainstorm. If he could get Cole to vote his
two votes to bring Reed's score DOWN (as a Bottom, Cole could vote two
points in either direction), then Lucas would need only two points or Jake
three to completely knock Reed out of the race. YES! Since there were four
points out there after Cole voted, it was entirely possible. And that way
he wouldn't specifically be voting Jake or Lucas upward, just Reed
downward.

It was a devil's argument. But he was still desperate to be Reed's
protector.

"Hey Cole! Come here a moment!"  Deecy called out. Cole headed over and
Deecy was even more pleased to see that Luke Corbin and Dalton Havers had
wandered over to Lucas Redd's ass and began feeling it up, even uncapping
the marker.

YES!! He could do this.

This would take Lucas to 16, tied with Holden, and Reed to 15. Plus, he and
Damian were friends, so maybe Damian would vote for either Holden or
Lucas. That would only leave Lake Havers. He knew what Lake was like from
the time he was on the Council. Lake didn't like intrigue and games; he
liked for things to be straightforward - which meant that he wouldn't vote
for Reed, because that would produce a tie. A tie was not the least bit
clear cut. Deecy's hope was re-fired.

"Hey Deecy," Cole said.  "You don't look so great. You look worn out."

"Trying to keep my little brother out of this, Cole; you know how it is."

Cole regarded him uncertainly and shook his head.  "Deecy, the Havers have
never really tried to keep their brothers out of this. The Choosing is
supposed to be honorable and uniting. You have it all wrong. I may not have
wanted to be everybody's butt to use; I mean, in some ways, it's pretty
disgusting knowing all the crap so many different boys pump into you
. . . . ."

'In some ways?'  Deecy said to himself incredulously.  'In some ways?' What
about in 'every' way. It's all vile and disgusting. But he couldn't say
that outloud to Cole.

The problem was that Deecy didn't exactly feel that way when he had used
the same community bottoms for fun. He had his favorite position with
Christopher Sanders, and his favorite place out in the woods to pump it
into Cole Havers - a fact that had somehow escaped his memory as he stood
there bartering for Reed's 'life', as it were.

But he had taken Cole out to that special place in the woods more than a
few times.

"Come on, Cole. . . . ."

"Deecy, don't; you'll end up getting Reed more checkmarks. The Bottom is
supposed to be someone that everybody looks up to, anyway. It's not
supposed to be a punishment. It's also supposed to increase community and
family, not just get your rocks off. It's important. My family has always
believed that; so I can't vote negative points. Lake wouldn't be real happy
about that either."

Deecy wanted to scream 'NO!', but he was paralyzed as he watched Cole sign
his name across the lower part of Reed's back and write '+2' out beside
it. That took Reed to 19. Even worse, when he looked over at Dalton and
Luke, he saw that one boy was discussing an option with Colin Sanders and
another with Lucas Redd. He saw Lucas shake Dalton Havers' hand and watched
Dalton walk away without signing Lucas' back; and then, just to make it
worse, he watched as Luke Corbin walked over and signed Corey Sanders' back
instead.

No, no . . . no . . . . . it was all slipping away. He had had it all
worked out so perfectly.

"Deecy?"  Reed asked nervously.

"Sorry, Reed."  He answered back miserably, and both boys hung their heads
low in defeat. Deecy heard and understood what Cole was saying, but he also
knew that those sentiments didn't just come on their own out of a 14 year
old's mouth. There was some family programming in there somewhere, and the
Havers were a different breed of Mackey. However right the Bottom boy may
be, Deecy couldn't accept that path for his brother - except . . . . . that
was the path Reed was now on. They couldn't swing a vote out of this any
longer.

On the other side of the line of boys, Colin Sanders had felt it wasn't
right for the only name on Corey's back to be his older brother's, so he
made a deal with Luke Corbin. If he would give up on Lucas and come and
sign Corey's back, then Colin would see to it that Luke was the one to get
the blowjob for Corey's solitary checkmark. Luke couldn't argue with that
deal and went and signed Corey's back while Colin cleared it with Bart.

"What was that about?"  Corey asked when he came back.  "Why did you get
someone else to sign my back?"

"Relax, Corey. It just looked weird, me being the only person to sign
it. That's all."

"Then why was Luke so happy to sign my back?"

"Oh, cause you're going to suck his dick afterward, and he can shoot,
too. So you'll get two loads today, little brother!"  Colin said
cheerfully, rubbing Corey's head playfully. Corey thought his brother a bit
cracked for thinking that was joyful news; but, honestly, it was going to
happen anyway, and Luke was probably the best he could have hoped for. He
was fairly certain that Bart could have picked someone a lot worse (bigger
dick, more cum, older, maybe just someone Corey didn't like) just to make
it all more 'interesting'. So all in all Corey was still better off now
that his brother had arrived and stayed by his side.

"Thanks, Colin."  It was a sincere thanks.

Dalton Havers, Cole's younger, even better looking (if such a thing were
possible), almost-13 year old brother, had also made a deal, but directly
with Lucas. It technically wasn't allowed, but Lucas sure wasn't going to
tell anyone, and Deecy decided it wasn't in himself to cry foul. So Lucas
was saved from a vote, and Dalton walked away, unfortunately bound for Reed
and Holden's end of the line, meeting his oldest brother Lake there.

"Deecy," Lake said, "I don't like the way Bart has run this; and I plan on
unseating him as President, when all this is over. I don't like the
scheming, the twisting of what should be a proud tradition, something all
Mackey boys should hold in common, something they were able to go through
together, across years and generations. So I'm not going to vote for Reed,
even though I believe he would be a great choice. He's a Mackey through and
through, well-liked, strong, an asset to the community, and I don't just
mean his back end. Even though that . . . . . truly . . . . is without a
doubt an asset."

Lake was looking down admiringly as he said these last words, at the soft
flawless cheeks, perfectly rounded and just parted to tempt one and all
into this all-boy country boy's behind. Lake himself wanted to plunge those
depths, if only he was a whole lot younger. At 19 years of age, Reed was
definitely off limits to him; but he was still eligible to vote.

"Thanks, Lake," Deecy mumbled, blushing, as it were, for his little
brother, whose own blushes could actually be seen in both sets of cheeks.

"Don't thank me, Deecy. I still think you made too much of this. There's no
reason Reed shouldn't have to be here anymore than you and me and my
brother Cole all were. And if my family hadn't moved away last fall, Dalton
himself would've been bent over these same logs, showing everyone that real
nice ass that I know he has. It's even nicer than Cole's."

Dalton blushed a little at this and looked away slightly, pretending he
wasn't hearing any of it.

"In fact," Lake went on to say.  "If my dad had arrived in Indian Spring
yesterday when they were supposed to, I would have bent Dalton over one of
these logs myself this morning, just like Holden, and been the first to
write my name on his back. And you can bet his brother would have started
him off with a couple points, also. As it was, they arrived too late in the
day today."

The weird thing was that when everyone glanced over at Dalton, he didn't
show any surprise or disdain at this. It was as if Lake had simply said
something like, 'The sun came up this morning, and Dalton ate breakfast.'

Everyone on this end of the line, though, including Deecy, Foster, Wayne,
Hal, and the three naked boys, Reed, Holden, and Sean, were all a bit
surprised, but Lake wasn't finished:

"Truth is, if that had happened and the boys all decided on their own that
they wanted most to fuck Dalton's ass, then Dalton would be a well-fucked
boy, just like Cole is now; BUT he would be on the line for the right
reason, cause it's a tradition that holds together community, fraternity,
and a larger system of rights, domains, and honor. And Holden, that means
you should have been on the line last year. And if you were stupid enough
to go wandering about on today of all days, then you deserve to get my
vote."

With that, 19 year old, former Council Member, Lake Havers signed his name
on Holden Mackey's back, and 12 and 7/8 year old Dalton Havers signed right
after him, bringing the boy's total to 18, right behind Reed's leading
score of 19. There was just one more boy to vote: Clifton Mackey's older
brother Damian - ironic, since Clifton was among the first to vote when he
and four others voted on Jake Mackey's back. Their younger brother, Deacon,
was one of the two 11 year olds that had drifted in toward the end.

"Hey, Deecy," Damian said, as he drifted over to Reed, taking in that
wonderful ass with longing. The 15 year old boy slipped his hand down the
button-nose, 12 year old's ass and reached from behind and wrapped it
around Reed's drawn-up nuts. He caressed them slowly, rolling each through
his fingers once, but mostly just taking in the feel of the whole of the
scrotum - it's texture, it's wrinkled smoothness, the heft, the fullness,
the boyness, knowing full well what was just beginning to be made down
there and that the sight and feel of this totem of boyhood, especially when
entering that superlative ass from behind, was what made fucking a boy all
the worth of sex. Nothing beat seeing a boy's nuts right before you fucked
him. He could spend half the day holding these ones and looking at that
entreating, billowy portal called an ass.

For Reed, it was the strangest sensation, yet. To have a friend of his
brother's just stare at him back there, taking in fully what was completely
open for him to enjoy, and having that warm hand wrapped around his young
nuts, all the while Damian was talking to his brother as if it were the
most normal thing in the world. Reed tried not to squirm, but he at least
had to part his legs a bit more just to give his thighs comfortable space
away from contact with the hand - anything to minimize the reality of what
was happening.

Damian and Deecy chatted uneasily about this and that for a couple minutes,
the whole time of which Damian's hand never left off its massaging and
roaming about of Reed's nutsack. He even ran a finger up underneath to feel
those few dark hairs above the (embarrassingly for Reed) erect dick of the
boy. Damian leaned over to look below the boy, causing Reed to look away
and close his eyes in shame. On sweeping his eyes upward, Damian caught
sight of a couple of dark hairs in one of Reed's armpits. He guessed the
other pit must look the same.

"Come on, Damian," Bart said, "You're the last to vote."

"All right, give me just half a minute more."

"Actually, we'll give you two minutes, but there's a twist. I've talked it
over with the other Council Members, and to make it interesting, whoever
you vote for, you get the option of a one-time fuck, provided you take it
at the time of voting."

A wave of exclamation and shock rolled through the boys who had taken
places among the small stands and various picnic tables facing the
concavity of the log ring of bent-over boys. And among those 8 naked boys
there was an even bigger roll of shock and fear, especially for Stephen
Jacobs, Cain Jacobs, and Corey Sanders, who all had thought they were
completely safe, and for Jake Mackey and Lucas Redd who were at least
hoping they would be safe. Every boy looked up and around, wide-eyed with
disbelief, all except Holden, who sunk his head to the log, unable to
contemplate yet another boy getting to fuck him that day, and Reed, who
didn't really show much reaction at all, seeing how he was too distracted
by the 15 year old's hand still holding and very gently squeezing, testing,
his nuts.

"Any boy at all?"  Damian asked.

"Yes. It won't make the boy a bottom, only the total votes will, and it has
to be in public; but otherwise, any boy, including Sean."  Bart said, as he
stepped up and put an open container of Vaseline in the boy's free hand.
"We'll even fetch Justin and bring him back."

It was rarely done, this last minute surprise, but it had precedent. The
first to vote was often given special rights (hence Frankie and Ike getting
blowjobs), and the last was sometimes, as well. Every boy bent over was
available for fun, in theory; and sometimes it was just all about the show.

"No, not Justin," Damian said.  "Leave Justin be."

Damian let go of the nuts and caressed Reed's soft, pliant asscheeks,
running his thumb down the dry, supple, smooth crack, pausing at the clean
hole, just twinkling open slightly as the feel of the boy's thumb on his
sensitive anal tissue caused a gasp and subtle writhing movements from
Reed. The barely noticeable gyrations, simultaneously trying to
self-consciously move away from and subconsciously rub up against that
foreign sensation, were ignored by Damian as he ran his thumb around the
anal rim, winking open just the slightest bit more, and pressed his digit
pad into that natural and attractive depression and applied downward
pressure, imagining himself caressing those virginal walls and prepping the
12 year old for his first dick, and then the thought of sliding that dick
in . . . . . . .

Damian shuddered with the anticipation of the delightful fantasy
. . . . BUT . . . . . Deecy was his friend.

"Damn it, Deecy, if we weren't friends, I would have voted long ago, and I
would have done everything I could have to load this boy's ass with my
cum. Reed, you have the absolute nicest ass and the damn most fuckable hole
of any boy I've seen out here. If it wasn't for your brother, you'd have a
least twice the names on your back as you do now. And one of them sure as
hell would be mine. All I can hope, Deecy, is that one day this year you'll
let me fuck this . . . . . treasure . . . . without getting mad at me."

Damian sighed and pulled his hand back, giving Reed a slap on his
buttcheeks before he moved on.  "But . . . . . I won't do it unless you say
it's OK. Even though I'll kick myself later for giving up the best virgin
hole in a generation. Geez."

Damian only briefly glanced over at Sean and Holden. Fucking Sean's
probably delightfully tight hole involved complications with Hal Tucker
that Damian would rather not start, and Holden was going to be an easy fuck
later on, anyway, given how popular his ass was likely to be. And it was a
really nice ass, but it wasn't that spectacular to be the first one in, not
when next to Reed, Lucas, and Justin. Damian looked next at Stephen, who
had a nice enough ass, but Cain's was slightly better, and Holden's was
better than both. Plus Stephen had no net votes and no checkmarks. SOMEBODY
should be allowed to leave here untouched. Justin didn't count anymore, so
Damian decided to let that 'somebody' be Stephen.

"Rest easy, Stephen," Damian said low when he passed by, and the boy nearly
passed out with relief. He barely even whisper his thanks back.

Cain . . . . . . . . Cain . . . . . . . . . Cain was definitely worth
fucking. Simply said . . . . and true. It wasn't just having a nice ass and
a superlative hole; it was the whole matter of Cain just likely being a fun
fuck. But some part of Damian said that of all the boys here, Cain might be
the one he could try later, and perhaps get a willing and hearty fuck out
of it. Regardless of how the vote went.  (And he would.)

And Lucas, in a year, maybe, would be a mighty, mighty nice ass to
fuck. But right now it looked more like an 11 year old ass than a 12 year
old. Still, that midnight black hair and those freckles made the kid hot as
shit and totally fuckable otherwise. He would have been one of those
Bottoms who was delightfully fun to fuck on his back, looking at him in the
face as you shot your cum up that tight hole. He was definitely a
worthwhile missionary fuck. Perhaps if he could collect his fuck later,
Damian would have picked him. He didn't want to do Lucas in public,
though. But he could orgasm just thinking about taking Lucas down onto his
bed and entering from the front, pulling those creamy legs up . . . . .

Damian shook himself free of that daydream and moved on to the last
two. Corey and Jake. Jake certainly deserved to be fucked, given his
behavior that was becoming common knowledge. But Damian's younger brother,
14 year old Clifton, was already promised some fun with Jake. Damian
wouldn't spoil that; Clifton should get something unspoiled for the day,
even if Jake wasn't exactly virginal in the mouth.

Corey, on the other hand . . . . . . that was a pristine virginal ass. Yes,
Corey had had his lips around one boy's cock and would soon be sucking down
another boy's load; but for sure, if Damian porked that blond hottie, he
would definitely be the only boy that ever would. Corey had no interest in
playing around with other boys. It made his well-presented, 12-year-old
creaminess with the disappearing lightly brown center all the more
appealing.

It was a plump, not-yet-teen, boy's ass, nicely curved and inviting, and
just below the delve of that auspicious crack were the nuts 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, yet pulling
up closer to the body as Damian approached him from behind. Yes, Damian
liked these nuts; he liked seeing them hang between the boy's very slightly
trembling legs, enough to attest that it was boy pussy he was about to
sample.

Damian stepped up and cupped that sac, feeling the warmth and fullness. He
liked this one. Damian may have been a healthy and active 'normal'
heterosexual boy, and no doubt he was interested in girls, but he knew a
fine opportunity when he saw and felt it, and he knew how to let go and
enjoy what a boy had to offer.

"Oh yeah," The 15 year old boy said, almost in a trance, as he felt his
dick rising to full hardness, "You'll do just fine."

Corey's eyes froze in a wide and open expression of alarm. This wasn't
really about to happen, was it????  Colin wanted to protest, but that would
only make it worse. He again ran his hands through his little brother's
hair and leaned in and whispered:

"It's going to happen, Corey. Just relax and let it. Think of it like this:
now you have one more thing in common with Cousin Butch. He'll be proud of
you when he comes back."

Corey nodded he understood, even though his fearful eyes did not show
it. He did not want this to happen. Not here, not in front of anybody! Not
at all, really. But especially not like this! But he heard the boy's zipper
go down, and after a pause, saw the Vaseline handed off to his brother
Colin. Corey started breathing harder and faster, not to where it was
noticeable to anyone else, but for a moment, he felt sure he was going to
pass out.

And then he felt it.

The greased hot knob and steely shaft started at the top of his crack and
penetrated the buttcheeks, along the valley floor, down to the base,
dragging downward, running along the floor of the crack and pulling at the
sides of his inner cheeks in a slippery measurement of time and distance,
until it ran past his hole - with a jerk of a sensitive reaction from Corey
- and then back up to teasingly press against and release and repressure
his scared and defenseless anal closure.

It wasn't just hot and pressured, but large, and blunt, and the little boy
didn't see how anything that size could ever get in without doing major
damage. Actually, he didn't see how it would get in at all.

Damian leaned forward and said low in Corey's ear, "This is nothing
personal, Corey, if only you could be standing right here, you would
definitely understand. You might well be the best fuck of my life."

Damian said it with a smile. It wasn't evil intended; it was honest praise
and appreciation for the boy; but Corey only barely heard him. He was much
too distracted by the thick log embedded between his cheeks, forcing them
unnaturally apart in one specific locale of his ass, the one locale he
would most instinctively want to protect.

And then he felt Damian lean in with the weight of his body.

Corey reflexively tried to force the invading pressure backward, but was
stunned as his anal muscle instead opened and wrapped around that large
head, pulling it into his bottom. It felt enormous!! It was like someone
took both his lips and pulled them tight over their own head, except that
it was all going on in his butt.

He grit his teeth on the dull pain that spread through him as the foreign
sensation of being stretched open was met with feeling and understanding
that a long shaft was dragging his anal rim inward as it slid deeper into
his butt. He felt the bulbous head lead the way, opening him up, and
striking a place deep inside as first the hairs at the base of Damian's
dick tickled the now sensitive skin of his creamy buttcheeks, and then the
flat of Damian's lower stomach pressed those same buttcheeks inward.

Corey took another 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. Barely did the cock rest there
before pulling out a half inch and quickly giving him another rocking
sensation of a deep thrust and a pounding on his perineum. It very soon
became like a door knocker incessantly demanding entry as the helmet of
dickhead plumbed his inner rectum.

For Damian, the physical and sexual feelings were indescribably intense,
with the incredibly tight embrace of virgin muscle wrapped wholly around
his shaft, dragging that sensitive underside in every which way as he moved
it in and out, and sucking that head deep within in warm suppliant
entreaty. He couldn't give thought to allowing the boy to adjust, but had
to have his repetitive fix of euphoric stimulation along his teenage
length, the whole five and a half inches demanding equal share of orgasmic
succulence.

Corey gripped the log in front of him, now feeling whole inches tug outward
and slam inward in a rapidfire assault on his hole, his barely
accommodating rectum, and his bruising bare bottom. The dullness became a
sharper sense of wear and tear as he was stretched to the limits of prior
stool widths, though never before had he the acquaintance of anything going
up his chute. But he held on, and just as he felt three inches of dick drag
out of him and slam back in times four, he suddenly felt the slams harder,
shorter, more urgent, and verging on painful, except he got distracted by
the stronger clenching of Damian's hands at his hips, the obscenity-laced
yelps of his possessor and the sensation of a sudden flow of warmth more
than five inches deep inside him.

Damian just came inside Corey Sanders' ass. The boy was no longer, nor
never, ever would be again, a virgin. Not in any sense of the word, at
least back there.

"Did you cum, Damian?"  One of the 14 year old boys in the cheering crowd
asked as they all heard the screams, watched the 15 year old's buttcheeks
flex and saw the sudden look of a new distaste on the profile of Corey's
face.

Damian finished out his few last spasmodic jerks into the unwilling flesh
and looked one long last time at the comfortable rear end pressed up
against his pubis, his own pubic hairs just visible, and, as he began to
pull back slowly, the sight of his thick shaft parting those white,
once-virgin cheeks.

"Oh yeah," he said exultant, but still a little out of breath.  "I filled
that ass FULL."

A great cheer went up from the onlookers and Corey flushed with immense
humiliation, the collective nature of which future humiliations would never
reach. And the utter worse part for Corey was having to continue standing
there, bent over, where everyone could see his freshly fucked ass for the
next hour or so, perhaps even leaking some of the copious teen boy cum that
had filled him, until the actual Community Bottoms were done. And to top it
off, though he wasn't the first one fucked, that being Sean Dawson, he was
the first one of the day actually loaded with another boy's cum.

That wasn't supposed to happen. He only had two boy's names on his back.

Well, three, as he felt a post-climatic Damian zip up his pants and sign
his name broadly across his back, writing a bit more, which Corey would
later (from his mom, of all people) find out said "Thanks for the best fuck
ever! Your ass is INTENSE!! -- Damian"

It would take a week for that message to finally start to wear off. There
was no use trying to hide his outcome from his dad, either, which may have
been even more shaming to him than his mom seeing it. Or his little
brother, Alex and two of his friends, as everyone saw it when he was made
to leave his dirty clothes in the wash room and wrap up in a towel. He had
forgotten it was laundry day and had completely forgotten that there were
things written on him (the checkmark, too - everyone knew what that meant
as well). It also didn't help that when his mom saw it (bringing attention
to everyone else in the house when she exclaimed the writing out loud, just
as shocked as Aaron when he heard her say it) that she made him bend over
right there to examine his bottom and anus. There was no bleeding and it
had closed up fine, despite feeling like it was torn and gaping; but Alex
and his friends all got a look before being ineffectively shooed back by
their mom.

At least, when later painfully discussed as a family (with Alex's two
friends still there), they agreed with the Council that it was a one-time
affair and he never had to do it again, despite pleas from Alex for them to
let him and his friends have some fun in his older brother's ass.

The truly chilling part was that that plea was actually discussed with
merit. [Insert cold shivers and near-blackout]

A loud applause went up after Damian stepped away, causing an intense
blushing for Corey, who was certain that every boy there was now looking
into his spread crack and seeing what he felt was cum already leaking from
his used and inducted hole. All he could do was bow his head and wait it
out. He was somewhat more embarrassed, as well as somewhat comforted, when
his older brother Colin sat down on the log, next to his bowed head and
rubbed his shoulders, telling him that he was proud of his little brother,
and that Corey had a right to be proud as well.

This brotherly moment went largely unobserved, as most of the boys were
glancing through that parted crack and taking in the greased and conquered
hole that led to what they knew had to be a nice and tight anal canal. They
were all of envious of Damian getting to be the first, and probably only
boy inside that warmness. But they were also soon distracted by Bart to the
main event, what they had all come for.

"The time has come my Mackey brothers," he called out in a loud voice, "To
tally the votes and proclaim the 1968 Mackey Community Bottoms!!"

A roar of cheer went up, and Bart reminded all the boys that it was a great
honor to be Chosen and that each boy should feel pride in that and pursue
this honor with the upmost intention of doing good service to their
community. And each boy using one of the bottoms should be aware of this,
always show respect.

"And part of respect is using them for their purpose. This is part of our
community, never forget that," Bart added, "Now, first let's clear up the
special case for the day. Piper, I bet you're still hard and ready to go."

The cheerful 11 year old boy gave a cheeky smile and a thumbs up that
caused some laughter and applause to the rest of the boys.

"Then why don't you step up and let Sean have his second shot, the second
of many I'm sure. You understand, Piper, that there are no restrictions
whatsoever on you in using Sean's ass for fun until you turn 12?"

"Yep!"  Again, he gave another thumbs up. He didn't plan on being mean to
Sean, but he knew this was a show, and he wasn't to disappoint, especially
since Mackeys had long memories and he would be in the same position the
next year.

"Good. Now after you turn 12, you lose those rights and then it's up to Hal
or Wayne or Sean, if or when you get to fuck his ass. However, since Sean
is a special case, as I told Wayne earlier, you will pick up your rights
again if you aren't Chosen next year, and you'll keep those rights for the
full three years of Sean's binding."

"THREE?"  Sean asked surprised.  He couldn't do this for THREE years!!

But all Bart did was walk over and put a checkmark on his back, with wild
cheers from the spectating boys. They loved checkmarks . . . . since it
wasn't them that had them.

Sean started to beg to have the checkmark taken off, and Bart uncapped the
marker again. That should have silenced the boy, but it was until the
second check was on his back and the marker poised to make a third mark
that his brain got the message to his mouth.

Hal sighed.

And he wasn't the only one. Back at the bleachers, Frankie watched this and
turned even whiter and put his head on his knees. How could this happen???

It was only ten minutes earlier that his older brother Gus told him that if
Wayne wanted to watch him give Sean his blowjob (the one that he had been
told that he WOULD give Sean for exposing the boy to a dangerous
interaction with Kurt and helping to lead to all of this, whether
unintentional or not) then he could watch. And if Wayne wanted a blowjob
(Frankie had made the mistake of relaying Wayne's demand, thinking his
brothers would back him), then Frankie would give Wayne a blow job after he
was done with Sean.

"And if Wayne wants you to swallow his cum . . . ."

"Yeah, I get it!"  Frankie said sharply, shivering at the disgust at the
thought, wondering if he could just keep that last piece of information to
himself and not tell Wayne. No such luck.

"And I'll have a word with Wayne," his oldest brother and Council Member,
Will, said.

Shit.  Frankie had never had his mouth on a boy's dick. He didn't do
that. Another shiver, half fear and half disgust went through him. And then
it got worst. Well theoretically, since this wasn't likely to happen (he
thought):

"And for every check mark Sean gets," 17 year old Will had continued,
"you'll either take his place here, or I'll let Wayne pick a boy for you to
suck."

Frankie was aghast, but then Sean didn't have any check marks, and the
Choosing was about to wrap up. He nodded his understanding, and that was
about when Damian stepped up to slide his big log in that small virgin hole
of Corey Sanders'.

And here was Bart putting a second checkmark on Sean's back and poised to
put a third.

"So which do want, Frankie?"  Will asked, "You want to suck a couple of
boys here in front of everyone, or let Wayne pick one for each check
later?"

"Just let Wayne do it," Frankie moaned, not looking up. He felt like he was
about to hurl, except he suddenly felt too weak to throw up.

"OK. I'll tell Wayne. But just so you know. He has to pick a boy that can
cum --- and I mean real cum --- and you will swallow. It will be when and
where Wayne wants, as long as it's fairly private, and if he wants a blow
job after you are done with each boy, he'll get it."

Frankie nodded miserably, still not looking up.

"And you'll swallow all of Wayne's cum."

"Yeah, I get it!"  All Frankie could think was that Will was just making
his torture worse by going into detail. He got it. Could his brothers just
quit talking about it??

"And . . . . . you'll do it again, one more additional time, for every year
that Sean has to be a bottom."  So now Frankie was up to sucking two boys
four times (once plus one for each of Sean's three years) or maybe even
four boys twice or eight boys, and Wayne each time afterward, plus Wayne's
original after Sean. It was a lot of sperm he was going to be
swallowing. And he got even paler.

"Just be glad we aren't making you do Kurt, too," Will admonished him. That
shut off any further complaints from the usually calm and cool 13 year old.

Meanwhile, satisfied that Sean had learned his lesson and didn't need a
third check, Bart recapped his marker. He felt a bit of a thrill, but not
that he could give the boy a check mark uncontested; it was looking over at
Hal that did it. He could see the defeat in Hal's eyes. He had no argument
against those two checkmarks. He didn't like it, but he knew they were
fair. He had to concede that to Bart, and that was what made Bart smile
again, before he turned back to the other boys and continued the show.

"As I was saying, Sean's period of service is three years. The first two
years of which he will be fucked at least twice a month by Hal and at least
once every five days by our own Wayne Mackey."

A cheer went up and he continued:

"However, as Sean is not a Community or Regular Mackey Bottom, but a
special case at Hal's insistence, he won't be covered under the general
protections of Bottoms. Hal and Wayne (and Piper until he turns 12) will
have complete and unrestricted access to his ass, as well as ownership,
which means there are no restrictions on Hal or Wayne offering Sean's ass
out to whoever they want."

That last part was unexpected to Hal. Unexpected and open
ended. Dangerous. Hal opened his mouth to say something, but Wayne quietly
and quickly stopped him:

"Don't Hal. It'll only cause more trouble. You gotta trust me; I'm not like
that. I won't be."

Hal looked at Wayne, and once again Hal found himself wishing he could see
inside others to tell if they were honest. It was that concern that
someone, anyone, could at any time try and pull the wool over his eyes that
made him so particular about rules, that drove him to do his homework and
find out all he could about a situation before stepping in. But he supposed
that power was wishful thinking. Surely there never was a person who
couldn't be hoodwinked at some point.

He had to trust Wayne. So he did. He nodded to the boy and turned his
attention back to Bart as he was continuing the explanation of Sean
Dawson's particulars.

"Now the third year, we're going to give Hal a break."

This surprised Hal and got a mixed reaction from the crowd; but as seen
before, Bart wasn't without his better points of valor.

"Hal's presence here was unwelcome, unwanted, and without real precedent
. . . . . . but . . . . . . I suppose so is Sean Dawson's
position. . . . Well, . . . . not his current physical position, because
we've all seen that before . . . ."

He got a strong laugh before continuing:

" . . . . . but his family and relationship position is something we
haven't dealt with before; and when it comes down to it, Hal Tucker has a
point. Sean needs a Kinship. Until then, he is in a sort of limbo. So this
three years is his limbo. After that, he needs to decide where he
stands. As for Hal, because of his interference, he is required to fuck his
friend Sean twice a month for those two years, but we'll let him off the
third year. At that point Wayne will become sole owner of Sean's ass and
only Wayne (and Piper, if he is not a Bottom himself by then) will be able
to use his ass for pleasure. Wayne's personal use will still be
unrestricted, AND he will also be allowed to decide on his own when that
third year comes to a close."

The response was more in favor of the changes Bart put on Hal's conditions
than against, and it was overall a fair adjustment, so it stood
unchallenged by either Hal or the rest of the Council. It was especially
unchallenged by Wayne; and Sean now knew he better just keep his mouth
shut. At least, until he had to open it to slide down those two dicks
later.

"So if you're ready, Piper, step up, and pump Sean's hole. Loosen it up for
Hal's dick. We all saw it last year going up Steven Harris' ass, and it's
definitely bigger than yours, Piper."

Several of the boys laughed, but Piper didn't mind. He just unzipped again
and dropped his pants and underwear, and with little to no ceremony
re-entered the primed ass and started fucking, just as energetic and just
as loud as before, with the slap-slap-slap of his fucking causing Sean's
ears to tinge red as his insides were shocked once again that he was
actually getting fucked by a boy. Fucked with an audience.

Piper didn't take long at all as he had a dizzying second dry orgasm
through to the other end of Sean's tight, hot anal channel, his nuts trying
to pump out what they just didn't have. Eventually his buttcheeks quit
their continual spasmodic clenching as he finished off an orgasm that would
finish off most boys, and he came back down off his tip toes, as he had
tried to push his very body deep into the boy, and pulled out. He was wiped
out but smiling, slightly embarrassed but waving with an added thumbs up to
the stands of boys who were cheering the first in a chain of fucks that
would mark the end of the 1968 Choosing.

But it was now Hal's turn. And the tall, lean, good-looking 14 year old
lady killer stepped up to the plate when asked and undid the front of his
pants, talking to Sean in a low voice as he did so.

"Sean, you know I'm sorry about this, that I never even thought of doing
this to or with you before."

"I know; it's all my fault."  Sean hung his head, but that meant he could
see between his legs as Hal's hands worked to undo his pants, and he didn't
want to see that. So he closed his eyes.

"You're going to have to move beyond that. This just is. That's all there
is to it. If you want out, you're going to have to tell your dad and
involve the sheriff, but for right now, this just is what it exactly is,
and you will let be done what needs to be. And find a place in your head
where you can accept that and live with it and even come to terms that, for
this brief time, it is you. That's how you survive it . . . . . well
. . . . . unless you like it."

"Yeah, I don't think I'm going to like-----gggyyahhh."  The boy lurched a
bit as he felt the much larger greased knob slide between his cheeks and
forced its way up to touch against the previously opened gate.

"It's probably best you just let that thought go unfinished."  Hal said as
he looked down at his hard and aching swollen teen dick partly buried
between those young untainted billowing cheeks. The sight made him WANT to
drive forward. As with Steven the year before, Hal was surprised at himself
at being so hard, especially since Sean was a friend of his. A tag-a-long,
maybe, but still something between a friend and a little brother.

But the truth still was that this was the best option for Sean. And Hal was
so hard that he could barely bend his dick down to keep it at the ready to
slide in. And the feel of that teasing, prepped hole, feeling it around the
very tip of his dick, it was though it were about to trigger some sort of
alien transformation where the very head of his dick came to life and
started to devour that luscious asshole, unless he hurried up and pushed
forward. He needed in.

"Be ready Sean, you're about to be fucked for real."  And he slid in.

And shit he wasn't kidding.

Sean's tight muscle was pushed in and suddenly expanded over a large,
spongy but hard, and insistent knob of hot flesh --- and he knew just how
that knob was connected to the body of another boy. Sean felt like he was
having the tube of his family's vacuum cleaner slowly shoved up his
asshole, and seemingly without end as the dick relentlessly pressed
onward. Sean couldn't think of a recent time where even his own stools had
stretched him open like this, and never seeming without end, or without
hope of an end. And never, ever in this direction.

But he was being stretched so, by an unending tube snake that pushed
through him deep into his gullet, pulling his anal ring along with it
mercilessly.

In truth, Hal wasn't too much larger than average for 14; maybe on par with
Damian, who had just stretched open and woken up poor Corey's virgin
hole. But perhaps more than prepared by Piper's smaller dick, Sean had just
been teased by it into thinking that that had been an adequate
representative of dick size when it came to being fucked. But when Hal
bottomed out and began pulling back, now dragging against that anal rim and
tugging it in a totally opposite way, Sean knew that he wasn't prepared for
this.

But Hal hadn't warned him out of idle nature. This was happening. Prepared
for it or not, Sean Dawson was getting fucked that day, and he would soon
feel the first spurts of warm boy cum deep in his rectum, a rectum that
would be well trained into receiving such after Wayne got a hold of him,
even after a week or so. So Hal turn his attention to doing some real
fucking and ran the two inches of dick he had pulled out, straight back in.

And the barest hesitation was all he gave the boy before pulling back again
two inches, going out at the same rate, but going in a bit faster. Soon he
was continuing the same rate of two inches back with ever increasing speeds
of inthrust. He then brought it back to 2 ¼, then 2 ½ (and he really had
Sean squirming and moaning - though out of a sense of foreign discomfort,
not pleasure) and slamming in fast. Once he was pulling out fully half his
dick on each go, he then began to speed up his outgoing rate, until he was
pounding that ass like a piston.

Hal's connections as he bottomed out came out more like whumps than slaps
and were cushioned by guttural grunts of pleasure from up top and
breathtaking pounds from the boy below. And at that point he was giving
Sean a REAL fucking.

And it lasted longer than Sean thought he could take, but finally Hal found
the sweet spot on the underside of his dick and ran it with force over that
still maturing prostate of Sean's before erupting internally into a white
lava flow of blissful release. Hal hadn't held back at all, and he got
applauded by everyone (except Sean and the other Bottoms) for his display
of the proper spirit.

"And now Sean," Bart said, "You are FUCKED."  He smiled at the boy, but not
so much out of winning a personal victory as he was at seeing the show go
on.  After he let a few boys go up and congratulate the still bent-over 12
year old fresh fuckee, with many of the boys clapping him on the back and
welcoming him into the greater Mackeydom.  "Well, Hal, your needs are
met. You can leave now."

"I'll leave after Sean is allowed to dress. If I'm part owner of that ass,
then I'm claiming that right."

Bart just shrugged his shoulders.  "You want to get dressed and leave,
Sean? You're a special case, so I guess we can let you do your blow jobs
later."

There were a few boos, but Bart silenced them. Sean didn't hear the boos,
though. Truth was, he very much did want to get dressed. And he very much
did want to leave. But he looked over at Holden, who had made a motion with
his head to let the boy know he should go ahead and get out of there.

Holden wouldn't be there if it weren't for him, Sean thought. He felt he
was the cause of all that was happening to Holden; yet Holden didn't have
the option to leave. And he certainly wouldn't be allowed to do his
blowjobs at another time. No, Holden would have to blow four boys, right
there in front of everyone. If Sean left, that would be like showing the
life preserver to a drowning man and deliberately throwing it far out of
reach.

He wasn't going to abandon Holden, and he wasn't sending the message that
all this was suffered alone or in vain. He was sticking by his friend, and
he told Bart and the others he was not leaving.

Except that it was said so low no one caught it.

"What was that you said?"  Bart asked and moved much. Much closer.

"I said, 'I'm a Mackey and I'm not leaving.'"

"What did he say, Bart??"  Someone yelled from the audience of boys that
had already headed back to the bleachers and tables and benches.

"He said," Bart said, smiling as he did so, "That he was a Mackey, and he
was staying!"

There was some cheering when one boy yelled out, "Then why not do a better
honor to that and take some Mackey cum in that ass. Right now it only has
Near-Spring cum, cause I know Piper couldn't have put any in there."

Bart held his hand up to quiet the boy. Wayne had already made his wish
known to fuck Sean in private, and he had wandered off
somewhere. Otherwise, the deal was already made as far as Sean's ass
went. But then Sean surprised them all by shouting:

"OK!!"

"What??"  Bart and Hal both asked, equally confused.

"OK. I'll take another guy. A Mackey. Somebody who can, you know
. . . . . fuck me and leave . . . . . . stuff . . . . up there."

"Sean, I don't think-"

"Give it a rest, Hal," Bart cut the lawyer-to-be off.  "Sean, if you are
serious about this, then it's your choice. You'll have to pick."

Sean was allowed to stand to find someone, but he didn't know what to do,
or who to pick. He knew they would want someone who could cum. But who had
the smallest dick? On the other hand, though it still hurt and he felt sore
inside, he had just been reamed by Hal, surely he could survive another 14
year old's dick. That would get him more 'family credit' from these boys,
and maybe go a ways to showing Holden he wanted to share in his misery,
that he still valued that friendship.

But the whole time he was getting fucked by Hal, he was trying to climb off
that dick and get away. Could he really survive another dick the same size?

He was going to have to get used to it. Wayne was going to be taking his
ass tomorrow. And then possibly every day after that.

Sean sighed. He was only 12. Should he be having to make decisions like
this?

Apparently he did. But who? Who?

Sean looked down the line of other Bottoms before looking out at the crowd
beyond. Many of the boys in the audience were pointing to themselves and/or
waving to get his attention, yelling 'Pick me' or several other more
offensive or jovial expressions; but his subconscious triggered a vague
thought. He had seen something along the line of Bottoms, and he looked
back to see what had tickled the back of his mind. There. That was it.

As Sean looked at the other end of the line he saw Jake and Lucas both
squirming and looking miserable, still not knowing who had the most votes,
or who had the second most. Those two boys were in misery wondering what
was going to become of them, wondering if they were next in getting
publicly fucked like Sean, and then on to two or three years of getting
fucked regular by ALL of their friends, and by the cousins that they
weren't so friendly with, as well. The potential was killing the boys to
get this over with. But it was between these two boys that Sean directed
his attention.

He looked at Corey with his own freshly fucked ass, and there by his side
was his older brother Colin. He didn't know either boy, just their names
from the announcements Bart yelled out to everyone right before Corey got
fucked. But his brother was right there by him. Unlike Jasper, who was just
standing by Stephen and talking in low voice with Deecy, who himself was
standing by his own little brother Reed, Colin was sitting on the log,
rubbing Corey's back and providing him with assurances that all would be
OK.

Such a sweet older brother, surely he would be just as gentle with
Sean. Right? That was what Sean hoped as he turned to Bart, but pointed
over at Colin.

"Him. I think it's . . . . Colin?"

"Wait, what about me?"  Colin asked, half-standing, his attention diverted
from soothing Corey.

"Sean agreed to getting some real Mackey cum put in his ass, right in front
of everyone, and not just waiting for Wayne to do it later. He picked you
to feed his butt some Mackey seed. Are you up for it?"

Was he up for it?? Part of the reason he was sitting was because he had
been 'up' ever since he watched his little brother get deflowered. That had
made him harder than anything before in his entire life. He wasn't just
being a good older brother comforting Corey; he was sitting by him to hide
that massive erection he had. But Corey definitely saw it now, now that
everyone's attention was drawn to Colin's 'readiness'.

"Uh . . . . yeah . . . . . I could do that. Sure."

A couple of boys laughed. It was fairly obvious by this point that Colin
could definitely 'do' Sean. The question might be more: would he
accidentally shoot off just walking over to the boy. And that concern
flashed through his own mind as he walked over there. The laughs, hoots,
and cheers increased significantly when he lowered his pants and underwear
to get ready. It wasn't his nice ass, now to be seen below the hem of his
t-shirt, which only covered the top two inches, but when he twisted his
body to get the Vaseline from Bart, most of the boys got a flash of that 5
½ inches so incredibly hard that it was pointing straight up; and you could
see the strain of the erection even from the back of the stands.

As for Sean, when he looked back and saw that erection, he swore slightly
to himself and began to sweat. But it wasn't to happen. Before the 14 year
old boy even got his fingers in the Vaseline, two of the Council members
voiced a protest:

"Bart, there's no precedent for this before the official count is read. He
can get one of Sean's blow jobs, but he can't fuck him."

"Shit."  It was Colin that said this. His dick was even harder now that he
had a vessel to help him reduce his agony. He pulled up his jeans and
underwear, now ashamed that anybody had seen his dick. He mumbled a thanks
anyway and trudged back over to his little brother, Corey, feeling like
everyone was laughing at his erect condition. Some were; most weren't. His
little brother must know by now that he had made his own big brother
hard. It would be even more embarrassing if he went somewhere to beat off,
like many of the boys in the stands did during the day. But if he creamed
his shorts, and it would definitely bleed through to his jeans as a big,
wet sticky patch, then what would his own little brother think of him? Big
brother creamed his shorts just looking at me naked? Or was it when he was
massaging my back?

Colin groaned inwardly, mostly because it was true. He was about to cream
his shorts just seeing his little brother's body naked; and the thought of
touching it beyond just a massage ---- ahhhh geeez, what was wrong with
him? What scared him the most was that he knew, either on the way home, or
tonight after everyone went to bed, he was going to beg his brother for a
fuck or a blow, and he was pretty sure he could guilt trip the kid into
it. His dick was not on the right side in this matter.

"I have an idea for a good replacement," Bart called out. He quickly leaned
in and whispered something in Hal's ear. Hal looked at Sean and nodded.

"We're going to trust Bart on this one, Sean."

"We are?"  Oh shit, this had to be worse.

It wasn't. What Bart whispered was that he was going to pick a certain 15
year old Mackey whose dick was smaller than Hal's, and it was someone Hal
had no problems with.

"If I could have everyone's attention," Bart called out.  "This small
adjustment actually is better for the situation. Sean here is bent over
naked next to the best friend he has here in the Mackey lands, one who is
equally naked."

There were some laughs and jokes made, none of which made Sean and Holden
feel any better. But Bart continued:

"Both of these completely naked and butt-offering boys have something else
in common. They have lacked understanding in what it is to be a Mackey,
what this ceremony means, how the traditions bind us as one. Now, in
Holden's case this offense is completely and totally inexcusable. But Sean,
well, we can understand his lack of understanding, right?"

There were a few grumbles, but mostly because no one was sure how they were
supposed to respond to this.

"Three of the last four guys who wrote on Holden's back each had something
to say to him about his lack of understanding; they chastised him, and
tried to give him some of their perception and understanding in order to
make him a better Mackey. And I hope he heard them and took it to
heart. And I hope Sean did as well. So I am going to ask one of those
Mackeys to come forward and help Sean. This Mackey, like you Sean, came
from elsewhere, actually from the other side of the world, but by virtue of
his blood was Mackey. Unlike you, though, he jumped at the opportunity to
be included in Mackey tradition and become a full Mackey. He took his place
at the Choosing with pride."

All the boys were cheering, and everyone knew to whom Bart was
referring. But Bart waved for calm. He wasn't done yet.

"However, Sean, I am proud of you at the last, demanding your right to be
pumped full of Mackey cum. I want to introduce you to Dong-Yul Mackey; we
all just call him Dong."

The smiling Asian boy, 15 years old, but a good 2 inches shorter than Hal,
came down from the stands, giving a short wave to Sean, who look a bit
petrified. (It was the name 'Dong' that did it. He didn't know it was a
Korean name. He thought maybe the boy was called that because he had a
massive dick. Sean was literally shaking.

Dong walked up to the boy and put a comforting hand on his back.

"Why do you shake so much?  I'm not going to hurt you."

Sean cast a nervous glance at the boy's crotch and asked him, "Why are you
named Dong?"

Dong thought about this a minute and then started laughing, even looking
over at Bart and repeating the question and laughing some more.

"It's my name. You are Sean, I am Dong. It's a Korean name. I'm half
Korean. Why, did you think I was hung like a Donkey?"

"Yeah."  Sean said timidly.

Dong laughed some more and began undoing his pants.  "I'm not hung, but I
have enough to fuck you --- don't worry about that."

He pulled down his underwear and pants to about mid-buttock to show his
hanging nuts and semi-flaccid uncircumcised cock.

"He still hasn't woken up completely; he's hiding inside his cover,
dude. But I wonder if you are the same or different."

Dong then startled Sean by reaching under the boy's body and rubbing his
fingers around the head of his dick, causing the boy to gasp and lurch
forward, and his dick began drifting from semi-hard to hard.

"Sorry, was just curious."  Dong told the startled boy.  "You're cut; you
don't have to be afraid of mine, though."

"I know," Sean said when he got his voice back and thought, briefly, of
Michael Cormack, "I have a friend who still has his skin. Lots of the
Mackeys do, anyways."

"That's right, I forget you've been swimming a lot in the Brave. Well, then
don't be shy, slide it back so you can see the whole head."

Sean reached out hesitantly and took a hold of the inflating penis. It was
warm, fleshy, so alien and yet almost magical to hold. He slid the skin
down and the larger dickhead popped out, engorged and, as if it were a
jack-in-the-box, suddenly bigger than the space from which it had just been
freed. And the shaft, too, had a reaction, as it became thick and more
elongated, almost immediately.

"Oh, he likes you, buddy."

The dick was hardening rapidly and was nowhere near the giant dick that he
had been fearing. Sean actually smiled, relieved, and said without
thinking:

"I like him, too."

Dong smiled back.  "So you want me to slide this fellow up your butt, nice
and easy, give you a good rounding fuck and feed your ass some real Mackey
sperm?"

Sean actually laughed. It sounded like he was a little kid being offered
some candy, albeit very perverted candy.

"Yeah, I really do. Mostly the last part."

"Well, you don't get the goods without paying the piper, right? Or in the
case, getting laid with pipe. So you want to get fucked, Sean?"

Sean nodded. All fun over, this was going back to the stuff he still felt
he was too young for. But they were going to make him play right.

"Nodding isn't good enough. You gotta tell me what you want and why."

Sean nodded again, but this time reflexively. In the next second he grew up
immensely.

"I want you to fuck me. I know you're gonna shoot all your sperm up my butt
after you finishing fucking, and once you do, nobody can ever say I'm not a
Mackey."

"All right. Way to go, little man. Now show my dick you're serious."

Dong stepped forward and Sean leaned in, one arm around Dong's waist for
support, opened his mouth and took in the rigid half-asian dick, sucking
straight away as he went and making five or six expert level bobs, even
licking his lips as Dong pulled back.

"Holy shit, dude; a little more of that and I would've cum in your
mouth. Maybe I'll have to come see you tomorrow or something for a full
round of that."

"You have to talk to Wayne, I think. But I'll do it. Just take care of my
butt first."

"Yes, sir," Dong said with a big smile and moved to the back of Sean, his
dick wagging like the tail of a happy dog as he went.  "This little dude is
HOT, guys. I'm jealous of Wayne."

Dong was very excited and more than looking forward to his fuck, but he
told Sean he would go easy at first. And as Dong entered him, he was indeed
gentle (well, as gentle as a 15 year old horny boy could be when being
offered such a tight, nice and prepped ass to fuck), but Sean could feel
that the boy indeed wasn't as thick as Hal, which gave Sean some relief and
allowed him to relax a bit more. That relief and the fact that it was
someone he now knew and was helping him upgrade his status, enabled Sean to
be more accepting of the dick, and it went a lot smoother for him, though
still fairly uncomfortable, both physically and emotionally, than did Hal's
fucking.

The whole time Dong pumped him, though, the older boy was so hard that Sean
felt he was being half-lifted up from behind and that the roof of his hole
and rectum were being worked out more than the wholeness feeling that Hal's
dick ran through him. It added both a different layer of discomfort
physically, but it also gave him greater ill-at-ease as he felt other
conflicting feelings arise that he couldn't reconcile with his developing
masculine self. It wasn't just that he had demanded this fuck, but some
inner part of him reminded him that this was actually his new life for the
greater part of early adolescence.

He was another boy(s) anal toy. Their fuck hole, basically.

It wasn't long, though, before Dong did indeed pump that hole at an
intensely close range and gush some strong Mackey sperm deep into Sean's
rectum.  It was a more gentle fuck than Hal's, but that was certainly
relative. Dong had a surprisingly strong and sure grip and held Sean's
smaller body close against his own as he made microslams into that butt,
convulsing out the last of his orgasm. As he did so and Sean felt the deep
shots of sperm within him, Bart told the boy to yell out what was
happening, and Sean yelled out.

"I'm a Mackey!!  I'M A MACKEY, NOW!!!"

The cheering from virtually all the other boys was intense, and Dong held
the boy's body tight against his own, staying that way for awhile, too, as
both boys rode out the immediate post-fuck spams, Dong with his dick and
pelvis and Sean as his hole reflexively squeezed and re-squeezed around
that hard dick, triggered by the small expansion of the steel flesh when it
went into the ejaculation phase.

Finally, though, Dong rode out the last of his euphoria, and as he gathered
back his breath and mind, for the most part, he reached over the boy's body
and told him to give him five, which Sean did, awkward as that was in their
current physical positions (as well as the whole socio-emotional
aspect). Dong pulled out, thanking the boy for the use of his GREAT and
most wonderful hole. It was as though Sean was feeling his backside being
set down after that dick deflated and pulled out, but for Dong:

Damn.

That kid really was HOT. Holy shit.

He felt great. Absolutely great! He was still in a state of partial
euphoria as he nearly floated back to the bleachers, and was still trying
to recover his breath as he sat down. His dick, or at least all the dick
impulses that feed the awareness of horniness, should have been wiped out,
totally depleted; but as Dong sat there, he felt something deeper within
stir. It was that blowjob that he had almost gotten but didn't. He still
wanted that. But thinking about that made him remember where his dick had
been, and he went to the bathhouse to shower off.

When Dong walked away, Will leaned in and asked Frankie what he saw.

"I saw Sean getting fucked. Ah geez, come on Will, I don't gotta do that
too?"

"No, no. Not if you do everything else Gus and me told you. If you don't we
will make you a bottom."

"I'll do it, OK," Frankie said in a hushed voice, looking around to make
sure no one was listening.  "I said I would. I'll suck everybody Sean has
to suck here today, plus three guys Wayne picks three times, plus once for
Wayne every time I suck somebody. And I gotta swallow everybody's jizz. I
got it, ok? You hate me now. I understand. Can you just leave me alone?"

"Gus and I don't hate you, and you know that. But if it wasn't for you Sean
wouldn't be down there."

"Then why don't you make Kurt or Carter do this?"

"They aren't my little brothers, thank goodness. And you are."

"All right, fine I got it. I'm your little brother, you love me, blah,
blah, blah, suck this dude and swallow."

Will had to smile at his brother's grumblings, but Frankie still hadn't
caught on to the original question.

"Frankie, what did you see Sean doing before Dong walked around to fuck
him?"

"He was sucking his dick. So what? It's not like------what . . . . . no
. . . . NO . . .  .No, Will . . . . . awww maannnn. Are you serious?? Come
on, Will!"

"Just remember your alternative."

Frankie sighed heavily and dropped his head on his knees. His life sucked.

Yuck. That was a terrible choice of words.

Meanwhile down at the benches, Colin was still sitting next to his brother,
refusing to believe that it was really Corey's body that was driving his
hard-on. It couldn't really be.

But it was there. Staring at him. Well, it would be staring at him if his
pants hadn't been keeping it down --- somewhat. And he kinda had to wonder
if it had been there all along, this perverted interest in his own
brother. He just needed to get some relief and find some perspective before
he did something crazy to or with his own little brother.

Colin got up and went to look at something, conscious of the fact that he
already had an enormous erection. He didn't have far to go. He wanted to
see his own little brother's ass again. He stepped around and surveyed that
piece of perfection, that piece of boyhood that he had before taken for
granted.

It was nice.

It was very nice.

Oh, good gosh, it was beautiful. And he wanted a piece. And surprisingly,
or not surprisingly, his dick made a jump that he didn't think was possible
in its current erected state. And he very nearly creamed himself.

Colin went back to sit down, stunned by the now proven realization of how
he felt about his own little brother. Yet he knew it had been there before,
buried a bit more deeply, beneath the truer and cleaner love and concern he
had for Corey. But his current erection didn't lie. It was harder than
before he went to fuck Sean. It hadn't literally ripped a hole in his
pants, yet, but it was getting there.

But this was his own brother. His own little brother. His own 12 year old
little brother. Was this wrong? Was it bad? Was he horrible? Or normal? And
if normal . . . . . . . .

"Colin . . . . .?"  Corey asked nervously, eyeing the obvious erection in
Colin's jeans. (In jeans, no less. If jeans can't keep that thing down, how
bad was it?)

Colin gave him a pained look.  "Sorry, Corey . . . . . . I can't help
it. You just don't know . . . . ."

Both boys couldn't really pursue this line of thought and turned their
attention back to other matters at hand, which at this point was a
recounting and tallying of the votes.

While this was going on, Dong-Yul appeared around the corner of the stands
from the bathhouse, except that his wet, brown Asian skin was unhindered by
any clothes. He was completely naked and covering his crotch with his
hands. Only the barest amount of stiff jet-black hairs could be seen behind
the palm of the hands covering his modesty; otherwise he looked completely
hairless for a 15 year old.

A few wolf whistles announced his approach.

"All right, who took my clothes, and where did the towels go?"

"Hey, no stealing towels from the bathhouse showers!"  Bodie said, looking
up. Upon seeing Dong standing there, Bodie just rolled his eyes and went
back to the recount. Will glanced over and then looked at Frankie and told
him to go with Dong and help him find his clothes.

"What? Why me?"

Will just raised his eyebrows as a response.

"Aww, shit," Frankie mumbled and got up and walked around toward the
bathhouse.  "Come on, Dong, let's go look for your clothes."

"Why are you helping me?"  could be heard as they walked off, as could a
few wolf whistles and comments about Dong's ass, which he ignored.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you behind the bathhouse."

"Why behind the bathhouse?"

"Nngh. You'll see."

"Well, I need my clothes."

"Nah, not really."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see."

"This is very confusing, Frankie, I don't understand this at all."

"Neither do I, Dong; neither do I."  The boy let out a long sigh and they
continued walking. He glanced down at Dong's crotch which was still, for
now, being hidden behind his hands.  "Hey, Dong, you did wash your dick
real well after sticking it up Sean's ass, didn't you?"

"Of course! Dude, it's totally clean. Why are you asking this?"

"You'll see."  And another sigh.








"OK boys, and/or men -- depending on which of you get a spot behind the one
or two lucky inductees into the ultimate Mackey service -- we are ready to
call out the results of the 1968 Choosing!!!"

Loud cheers and applause went up, and all the boys on the line felt some
relief that the agonizing wait would soon be over, although four of the
boys had an even more agonizing terror grow at the prospect that they would
be picked --- not quite balanced by a desperate hope that salvation came
for them and not the others. One way or another the end was coming. And two
boys would be becoming ends.

"First of all, the rest of the Council asked me to remind everyone that
Justin Mackey was given a full and official pass and is to be given every
right allowed to each of us, as he did come down here and drop his pants
the same as the rest of us have, or most of the rest of us. As for the rest
of these boys . . . . . . . . . in last place is . . . . . . . Stephen
Jacobs with only three boys assigning him points, but with a net score of
ZERO. Stephen, you are the only boy now allowed to get
dressed. Congratulations, you have successfully completed all obligations
to the Choosing. Be sure to thank your brother Jasper."

"Can I thank you after I get dressed?"  Stephen asked Jasper quickly, as he
was already covering his crotch with one hand and holding out the other for
the clothes that his cousin Gary was bringing him. Despite having been
naked the whole morning and early afternoon, he felt suddenly as if he had
been dropped naked into the large gathering. He turned his back on the
laughing boys (most of them had felt the exact same way) to slip his
underwear on quickly, followed by his pants. Once he was fully dressed,
however, he jumped his brother Jasper quickly with the biggest bear hug
that he could possibly give, followed by his cousin Gary. From that point
on he was slapped on the back --- or the butt --- by numerous boys
welcoming him into the fold, as it were. Many shook his hand and even gave
him quick family-like hugs. The ceremony really did mean more than sex to
these boys. It was a true Mackey turning point.

"In next place, tied with Stephen in having the fewest positive signers on
his back, but probably has the nicest testimonial anyone could give
. . . . . in 7th place, the boy who we now know as 'the best fuck ever!',
the boy whose 'ass is INTENSE!!' . . . . . . . . with a grand total of 4
points: Corey Sanders!!!"

Corey blushed severely, despite the fact he still didn't know that those
words were actually written on his back. He just thought that Damien was
still talking it up with the other boys. That thought, of course, led him
to remember the fact that every boy there watched Damian pluck his virgin
hole . . . . . and they would all forever remember it. He would have to
spend the rest of his childhood with these same boys. . . . . . nothing to
be done about that now, though.

"Now, since Corey has a positive net gain of points, he can't get dressed
until the last of the blowjobs are given, especially since he's one of the
boys that owes a blowjob!!"

The boys laughed and cheered some more and Corey just blushed further. He
wasn't sure if it was better that he was still largely facing away from
everyone, or worse that his plucked ass was still on display.

"That's my blowjob, too," Luke Corbin yelled out.

"Hold your horses, Luke."  Bart said with a smile, "I'm sure Corey can't
wait, either."

More than a few boys laugh at this, as well.

"Now, Colin, as Corey's official sponsor, since he has both positive net
points and a positive signing from you, you are allowed to demand a favor
for your services."

WHAT?? Corey's heart nearly fell to his stomach as he heard this. He didn't
know this! Colin didn't either and was just as surprised. Both boys
automatically looked down at the older brother's obvious erection behind
those shorts and then at each other. Corey was fearful at what his brother
would demand. But while he understood what his brother very, very much
wanted, he didn't understand what was firmly in Colin's driver seat. The
older boy looked back up to Bart and shook his head.

"I just want him to be proud of being a Mackey."

That met with cheers (and some boos as the boys still wanted a show), and
Bart acknowledged Colin's pass, except that he said he would leave it open
until the very end of the program..

"Thanks, Colin."  Corey said quietly, much relieved at not being forced to
do anything with Colin.

But Colin leaned in just as quietly with, "I wouldn't do that to you here
Corey. I would never force you to do something with me, ever. But
. . . . . I'm sorry . . . . I still want to fuck you. . . . . .  I mean
. . . . . I REALLY want to fuck you. Just once. Not here; maybe on the way
home? Pleeaase, Corey? Just once. Please just think about it."

Actually he didn't say that at all. He tried to say it. He did lean to say
it; but he just wasn't sure if the first part of that was true (as much as
he wanted it to be) and was very much afraid the last part was true (as
much as he didn't want it to be). When he leaned back without having been
able to say anything, both Corey and Colin worried what the answer would be
when Bart revisited this option. Both boys hoped Colin would say no again.

"And in 6th place," Bart meanwhile continued with the show, "A tie. Sean
Dawson also only has three names on his back, but we decided to count Hal
and Wayne's signings as 2 points each since they co-own the newest Mackey's
nice and well-adjusted ass. So he has five points. Hey, Sean, how's that
thick Mackey seed feel floating deep up inside your butt right about now?"

Sean at first was stunned (and mightily embarrassed) that he had been
addressed. But Wayne, who had since returned, and was already disappointed
that another Mackey got to be the first to shoot Mackey sperm up his boy's
asshole, had warned Sean that they would later want him to play along and
play it up.

"Pretty good," Sean managed to muster, and with a nod of encouragement from
Wayne, and a reluctant nod from Hal.

"What was that?"  Bart asked even louder.

"I said it feels pretty good!"  Sean yelled out, giving a thumbs-up as he
said it. It wasn't the least bit true, but it got a great reaction from the
rest of the boys. He was a full Mackey now. Nothing could take that
away. All he needed was a Kinset.

And a shower.

A long hot shower.

And an apology to Holden, who he now felt he had betrayed by accepting this
so publicly.

"And tied with Sean, at five net points, but NINE positive signings on his
back, boy don't we all want to try that hyperactive little ass, is our own
energetic, coming-of-age Cain Jacobs, Stephen and Jasper's first
cousin. Two veterans of bottoming have protected this active tyke of 12; so
Cain, be sure you thank Christopher Sanders and Porter Jacobs. If you want
to thank them with blowjobs, just be aware that those won't count toward
the three you still owe for not being able to sit still throughout this
whole affair."

Cain got laughed at by the audience, and he did blush at this reference,
but it didn't stop the cheeky smile he threw back over his shoulder.

"Now," Bart called out, the change in his tone suggesting that there were
now at the point for which everyone was waiting, especially the four
remaining boys, each uncertain exactly how the votes were left standing, as
the official counts had ended when it was still possible to go any
direction. Even Deecy, who had kept a constant check in his head at how the
voting was going, knew that he could be wrong. Hoped desperately that he
would be wrong.

"Now, we come to the separation of the boys from the men, the tops from the
bottoms. After counting carefully, and recounting to be sure, fourth place
goes to . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Jake Mackey! Jake skated by with 22
boys wanting his ass. Only a very large amount of negative points saved
this boys ass."

There was some clapping, but quite a few boos. All the same, he wasn't
Chosen. He wasn't even in third place; so no chance of being an
alternate. Jake breathed a very great sigh of relief. But that total relief
was short-lived.

"Don't get too comfortable, though, Jake. You still owe three more
blowjobs, despite the one you gave Frankie. But we also have a surprise for
the boy that collects the most positive signers. With 22 of them, you may
well be in the running for that."

Jake groaned, and the boys that had booed just a few moments before now
cheered and clapped, and even some began chanting his name. There were
plenty of others, however, that felt Jake had become an unfortunate
scapegoat. But there wasn't much to be done about that now, as Bart had
quickly moved the show on.

"And here is the ultimate moment," Bart said, milking the anticipation and
fear out of Lucas, Reed, and Holden, all still bent over and waiting for
their asses to be publicly taken, and milking the anticipation and
excitement of the boys eager to do the taking.  "Two of these boys won't be
the same in just a few minutes."

The three boys all cringed, each wanting to cry, but just too afraid to do
so in public. Ironic, since what was going to be done publicly was so
incredibly more humiliating.

"In third place . . . . . . ."

Every boy was on edge, especially those boys whose names were written on
the backs of the three boys, because some of them would be the ones chosen
to deflower the bottoms.

". . . . . . . . with 14 net points . . . . . . . ."

Lucas knew he had edged out Reed. He secretly hoped he hadn't. He felt
guilty about this, but he didn't care. And Reed felt the same. Though both
boys had an even bigger fear that they had both edged out Holden, and that
was the one and only hope that Holden had to hang on to.

". . . . . . . and 16 boys with positive signings on his back
. . . . . . . ."

Which one was that? Which one was that?  All three boys sought frantically
in their dimming recollections of who went where to sign which back. It had
all been so clear earlier, but fear made a few things blurrier. 16 sounded
like a lot, but then Jake had had 25 . . . .

" . . . . . . . .  and one of the most sought after asses this whole day
. . . . . ."

That could be any of the three. Well, really, that could have been any of
the top four for various reasons, so that didn't help narrow it down at
all. Still all three boys were hanging on every word with desperation,
about to crack under the weight of hope and feared despair. The rest of the
boys didn't think that they could take much more either. They had been at
this already for hours and now wanted to either fuck or get to watch some
innocent ass fucked, knowing they would eventually get their own turn. They
needed to know who was the odd boy out. The remaining two were getting
fucked.

" . . . . . . . . goes to known other than . . . . . ."






[tenseness]







" . . . . . . . Lucas Redd."

There was one huge sigh of relief on the line, followed by profuse
utterances of thanks to no one in particular, and the sounds of two other
heads hitting the log in abject disbelief and despair.

"Sorry, Reed," Deecy said, sounding as miserable as if the sentence of
Community Bottom had been placed on him as well.

"Sorry, Holden," Foster told his friend, and Hal and Sean echoed it. Even
Wayne said it, but you could tell he was just being nice.

"Congratulations, Lucas, when the other boys are done giving their
blowjobs, which will be after the public fuckings, of course, you will be
free to dress. Otherwise, remember that there are no restrictions on hands
exploring your body until you are allowed to dress."

"Hey Bart," Logan called out, "What about the fact he has a net positive in
signatures that includes his official sponsor voting for him? Over 10 votes
and the sponsor gets an automatic favor, right?"

"I know you and Drake both want to try him out, but there's a by-law that
states if the net protective vote is one or less, then it goes to the
Council for a vote, and I vote no."

"So do I."  said Grayson, not really knowing why, but wanting, in some way
to show he was still with Bart. Bodie also said no. Will surprisingly was
in favor of Logan and Drake taking their rights. Darren at that point just
abstained. The majority already ruled, and Bart informed Logan of that.

"But, no," Logan argued against the by-law exception, "I was his only
Sponsor. His brothers refused. So only my vote counts, and that's +3."

"A brother's vote always counts, Logan, and Everett voted against his
brother being a Bottom. And being a Bottom himself meant that Everett could
give Lucas -2 points, which takes the net to 1. So, Lucas, you should be
aware of what your brother did for you. With the Council majority vote,
that means no favors. Sorry Logan, but Lucas, since he also has no
checkmarks, will, along with Justin and Stephen, come out of this with no
wear and tear, so to speak."

The rest of the boys laughed at Bart's reference of what was about to
happen to Reed and Holden, but Logan just shrugged and backed down. He
wasn't mean or cruel, but it had been worth a shot.

"Reed and Holden, congratulations to you both. You are now Community
Bottoms for the Mackey clan, and as such your bottoms, specifically your
assholes and the warm tightness inside, will be made available to all boys
12 to one year older than you for the first 4 months, 12 to 2 years older
than you for the next four months, as the individual rules provide, and 12
to 3 years older than you for the next 8 months, 12 +4 years for the
remainder of the second year, and 12-19 for the third year, until such time
that your duty of service is ended. This can, of course, be adjusted as
needs. Each and any boy, as provided in the Safeguard Rules that are posted
at the clubhouse and that we will go over at the end of this session, may
at any time and place, as the rules allow, ask or 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."

Deecy felt like throwing up hearing all this and imagining himself as
powerless to stop any of these boys from enjoying Reed and defiling his
innocence. Reed and Holden just felt like crying. Their lives were over; at
least, that's how they felt at this point. Foster just felt guilty that
part of him was looking forward to what would happen to his own good
friend. He felt really guilty about that. It was a dirtier and hornier part
of his deeper self, but still there, just the same.

"Reed, you are actually in first place, with 19 net positive points and 19
total boys who voted positively on your back. However, your case is
special. You are being claimed by the 8th Kinset as a hole of their own
. . . . ."

There were a lot of boos about this, and it was plain to see that the
Council wasn't happy about it, but Bart went on:

"Such as is the right of the Kinship for any complete Virgin, as it is our
turn to do so, and if the President of the Council agrees. All of that
applies."

No one liked it, except Deecy, since it meant fewer boys with access and
significantly fewer fucks in total for Reed. No one could do anything about
it, as it was a little-used rule that Bart had foreseen and taken advantage
of, though Deecy would never understand why.

"Holden, you were in second place, obviously, with 17 points in the total
net tally, but only 14 boys voting positively on your back. You should know
that even without your brother's positive vote on your back, you would have
ended up in second place. You should also know that you will be a Full
Community Bottom, expected to serve each and every boy here with a nice
tight ass to fuck, whenever and wherever they wish it, per the rules and
guidelines designed to protect you. Your service will be for two years, but
the first person who fucks you and cums inside will get one extra year
beyond that, if he so chooses, and the rules and/or restrictions, except
those in Section Three, will not apply to him for all three years."

There were cheers in the stands. No one, not Holden, not Foster, not Hal,
was going to be able to argue against the will of the community when it was
so well supported. It wasn't that no one liked Holden; almost everyone
liked the boy. They just didn't think it was fair that he got a pass and
they didn't. Plus, there was the fact that he still came down to Old Knot
on this day of all days, when he knew he shouldn't. (By this point, almost
every boy had conveniently forgotten that Holden was dragged down here
against his will.)

"And one more thing," Bart said, "We still haven't done the Magic Number,
so you may still be in trouble with that, seeing how you have 4 checks on
your back, but whoever cums first down your throat will own that mouth for
the first two years, as well --- three if you hit the magic number."

"WHAT?? NO!!! That's not fair!!"  Holden shouted, suddenly angry and unable
to contain this outburst. Everyone quieted at this. It wasn't really fair,
but he shouldn't have burst out like that. And it did certainly have
precedent, though rarely used; but outbursts always had
consequences. Foster couldn't shove Holden back down fast enough, but it
didn't stop Bart from walking over and calmly putting yet another check
mark on his back.

"Do you need a sixth one?"  Bart calmly asked him.

"No," came a gruff and tightened response.

"No, what?"

"No, sir."  With the last word nearly bitten off.

"I appeal the decision to the council!"  Foster said loudly after Hal had
come up and whispered in his ear. Bart smiled at Hal --- you had to admire
so persistent and masterful an opponent --- and then told Foster that he
certainly had that right. Bart knew, and now Foster did, too, that if
immediately and specifically appealed, it had to be a unanimous decision.

"Will won't go for this," Foster told Holden, "and I don't think Bodie will
either, but you can't say anything else. You screw up bad enough and it
might come back on our brothers next year."

He wasn't sure he was too right on that last point, but he knew it would
help Holden refocus and cool off his indignation. Sure enough, Will and
Bodie walked over and came on the other side of the log and crouched down
to get on eye level with Holden, who was, of course, bending over the log.

"Holden," Will started, "Do you know what's going on outside there? Outside
in the world?"

"It's being torn apart," Bodie answered.  "The war in Vietnam, the blacks
and whites down South, the Mexican labor stuff out west, and more than
that."

"It's been pretty tense inside our community, too. More than normal."

"This ceremony is one of the few things tying us ALL together at the
moment. Even though you're only 12 . . . . . well, you're, 13, but still
. . . . . it's something that goes for every boy here, every year, and the
adults see it as a unifying thing."

Will nodded. He agreed.  "The thing is, Holden, a lot of boys see you as
the Fortunate Son that gets the rewards of this community but never had to
serve, you know? It's not your fault, I know, but there's some really deep
tensions at play in this, a lot of power struggles."

"That's right," Bodie added.  "And making you go down on a boy and swallow
Mackey cum for two years will go a long way to smoothing things out."

"And I agree with Bodie, Holden."  Will said, surprising the already
stricken boy. Holden couldn't believe what he was hearing.  "I know it's
almost never, ever done in our community, but you're gonna suck dick for
two years. Period. One person isn't more important than the whole
community."

"We'll lighten it by letting Foster pick who it will be."  Bodie said, "But
Foster, it better be a boy who can shoot real semen, full of sperm."

"And someone whose brothers or father has been through a Choosing would be
best."

"And someone who you know would use that mouth for its purpose, and not
just let him skate by," Bodie said, but then added.  "But not somebody
that's just going to use him more than his own hand, OK. Nobody who has it
in for Holden."

"Although, some of it will have to be public or obvious," Will surprisingly
countered.  "So it has to be somebody that actually will bring Holden's
mouth down on his hard needs, even down at the river when everyone else is
swimming."

Holden shivered with piercing jerk as Will said this. He hadn't expected
this from Will. The older boy had stood up, though. It wasn't up for
discussion.

"None of us just have it in for you, Holden, despite what you think. Some
of us have to make great sacrifices for our community, and we know you are
strong enough to do it. The fact that you can survive and that you became
the lightening rod without any help from us means you get Chosen for much
more than your friends. Sorry. But we really aren't just out to get you."

"Bart is."  Foster said, expressing what he knew Holden was thinking ---
trying to cut down the risk that Holden might say it himself.

"You know better than that, Foster."  Bodie said.  "Bart has supported
several of the deals you made that kept a lot of boys off Holden's back AND
that will probably keep your two little brothers safe next year."

"Well, I guess that's true."

"Not only that," Will added, "You may not know this, Holden, but it was
Bart that kept your name off the list last year. And he did so quietly, not
attracting any attention to you that he could help."

Holden's sudden surprise showed that he definitely did not know this.

"He was after Sean, for a reason that we can all discuss later, but not you
and Reed, whether you want to believe it or not. As for Reed, he was always
a goner from the minute his pants dropped below that fine ass of his. Only
reason he doesn't have twice the names on his back is because of Deecy."

"And everybody was pissed at Jake," Bodie added.

"That too, but I think Bart was a little pissed that you were dragged down
here, Holden, and not just Sean. If you hadn't brought up his brother
Titus, I bet he could have worked it so you wouldn't have been chosen."

"I don't believe it."  Holden said weakly.

"It was Bart's idea to keep you off the list. Since when does he give up so
easily on what he wants?"

That was true. It boggled Holden's mind.  "But Will, I wasn't lying about
Titus . . . . ."

Will and Bodie gave each other a concerned look.

"We'll look into it Holden, but nothing's going to change your status as a
Bottom. Nothing. And Foster, you best think hard about coming up with a boy
to feed Holden some thick Mackey sperm. Bart needs an answer before Reed
gets finished being fucked."

It was Reed's turn to shiver as Will had said this before walking
away. Bodie ruffled Reed's hair in sympathy, but it didn't make the 12 year
old boy in the cusp of puberty feel any better. And Reed felt even worse
when Aaron Mackey stepped up to claim him. Reed knew that Aaron's brother
Selby was forbidden to use his ass, but that wouldn't stop him from
watching his little brother get to enjoy it on a near daily basis.

Reed had just heard Bart announce to everyone that Aaron was going to claim
Reed's ass. He would not only be the first boy to fuck that tight
virginity, or even just also the first to shoot fully functional and viable
sperm into the warm depths of the 12 year old boy, but he would also almost
literally own that ass. Bart was invoking an occasionally, but still
seldom, used rule that allowed a President to claim a Bottom for his own
Kinset or assign to another, provided the last two times it had been done
was in another Kinset. The rule required that at least one other boy had to
be a community bottom in that year and in the previous year's Choosings,
with no fewer than three General Community Bottoms active until the next
Choosing.

"And as you know, we have Holden for two years, and still have two years
left on Austin's well loved ass, one year on Evan, and probably a year
still on Christopher and Porter. Plus, we can probably convince Lake to
bend his little brother Cole over whenever he visits for the next year,
since he asked for and was given voting rights in this year's Choosing."

'Shit' Cole mumbled to himself, causing his friends to laugh and his older
brother to smile.

"I guess that officially switches you from the five boys we negotiated this
time," Lake said, "to just being a general Bottom again next time you
come. Oh, I forgot to tell you and Dalton that dad agreed when you two come
back next week, you'll just stay for the whole month."

Lake smiled as his little brother Cole closed his eyes and just cursed
inwardly some more.

"Something you want, Dalton?"  Cole asked his little brother when he opened
his eyes to find the boy smiling.

"No. Nothing I guess I can't get at home."

Cole flipped him off causing the boy to laugh. For all his talk to Holden
about community responsibility, Cole still didn't enjoy this designation,
and he certainly had thought he had put it all behind him . . . . . . so to
speak.

But for all the mumbling dissent, Bart got it passed. Reed and his precious
ass now belonged to Aaron, though not before every boy in the clearing up
to the age of 15 was guaranteed at least one leisurely ride on those white,
plump, buttocks in the next two years. And the thoughts of just getting to
pump those twin flesh cushions was enough to quiet most of them. Even the
16 year olds were promised a possible pass inside. But for the most part,
access to that ass would be owned and controlled by Aaron, a boy even more
obnoxious and arrogant than his bullyish older brother Selby.

Aaron came up to claim his booty, pun intended, and gave a few words of
acceptance as he passed a hand over the nearest accessible soft cheek,
caressed it, and ran his fingers lightly through the partially split crack
of the boy, pausing almost frivolously over the hole, as if to tease the
agony of the young virgin even more. Reed felt like he needed a very long
shower; his mind couldn't even handle the thoughts of what legitimately
could be expected to come next, even when he saw the bin of Vaseline passed
over his back to Aaron.

All he knew was that Aaron's words of acceptance, claiming his ass as
chattel, were the worst sounds to fall upon his ears the whole of his young
life. And, he was fairly certain, even at this young an age, that they
would be the worst sounds he would ever encounter at any point in the whole
of his life. That was, of course, until he heard the next sound.

That was the sound of Aaron's zipper being pulled down.

It was louder than he would have ever thought possible, and more impossible
to block out than he would have considered it could be, had he even been
able to give thought to such a thing. It wasn't just prominent; it was
overriding. It was the sound of finality. His death knell.

Even when he felt that thick, greased knob push between his unstained
cheeks, marching in toward his vulnerable hole, the sound of the zipper
still reverberated through his ear.

"Deecy . . . . ."  came Reed's plaintive voice, as he felt the mass of
spongy flesh nearing his hole, the deceptive relative softness of the head
of a battering ram. Deecy reached out to cradle his little brother's head
and pulled in to shield what he could.

Because Reed was bent over and Deecy was standing, it meant that Deecy now
cradled Reed into his own crotch, not that either boy even noticed or cared
at this point. All each knew was that Reed needed comforting, and Deecy was
there to give it. Reed's face was buried into warm and fragrant teen crotch
such that the agonized moans were muffled when they burst forth as the
large helmeted invader pushed in and separated the well of muscles that led
to the hidden gate, opening the boy up more than he could ever remember his
dumps had.

And never had the feeling of his anus stretching been this awkward or in
this direction.

Reed half-groaned and half-screamed into his brother's jeans clad crotch,
in excruciating distress as the painful march into and up his anal canal
continued. It was an endless agonizing journey only finally completed when
he felt the older boy's body compress his asscheeks and push him harder
into Deecy's protective crotch, yet doing so with a sure push, somewhere
between a gentle shove and a bang, and poor Reed could feel that larger,
fleshy dickhead gouge the nethermost reaches in his gut.

It wasn't much of a wait before he felt his anal rim being tugged backward
in a yelping surprise of a new foreign strain of soreness that barely
registered its searing discomfort before he was being plunged again with
that stout dickhead, ramming his defenseless ass, his own body abandoned to
the pleasurable rutting of a conqueror. And as he was shoved continually
into his brother while his boot was relentlessly plumbed for treasure, he
was just wishing he couldn't feel that bulbous head displacing his inner
bowels over and over and over.

But it was too much for Aaron, this soft heavenly portal of squeeze just
massaging that rampant, marauding young teen dick of his and he grabbed
Reed's cushiony ass and shoved in hard, emptying his balls into the younger
boy.

Reed felt the hands of the boy grip him hard, and he was cognizant of three
sequential feelings so close together that they were almost
simultaneous. One sensation was having his asscheeks slammed harder, with
more ferocity, and a closer loading of force, and the next was a more
urgent plunging of the dick within his hole, adding the heat and searing of
friction to the already high discomfort and wear and tear of stretch and
pull to the anal canal. Then finally he felt the pouring of hot, pulsing
semen firing into his belly, demanding from the inside out that he was now
fully loaded with the sperm and semen of another Mackey boy. A boy who not
only claimed him, but now owned that ass where he planted his flag.

Reed was now undeniably A Mackey Bottom.

Reed nearly cried; and he kept his head buried into Deecy's crotch, arms
wrapped around his older brother and waiting out the humiliating occupation
of his hole.

Only Aaron didn't pull out of that marvelous fantasy space, at least not
much. Barely an inch of dick drifted out before lazily finding its way back
in. Again it happened just the same. And again, and even just as slowly - -
- again, except with a definite, though slower motion, compression of those
same asscheeks that got the first workout of their life only moments
before. Yet even then, though pausing inside with a loud moaning sigh, the
boy still only pulled out an inch and a half before going straight back in,
setting up a pattern of the same slow in and out determination that
signaled one obvious fact to Reed:

Now he was in for the real fuck.

And get fucked he did.

This time around, Aaron wasn't just moaning, but loudly calling out the
virtues of that tight, deflowered space, of the desire in the squeezing of
those perfect cheeks, of the smooth lux of the malleable hole of the boy
. . . . . he was vocal about it all, thanking, praising, and denigrating
the boy, sometimes all in the same breath as he set up a visual turn-on for
everyone else: the steady fucking of pristine boy ass.

And now Reed rocked into Deecy with a rhythm of physical movement, of
humiliation, and of growing frictioned discomfort that spread from the rim
of his agonizing anal tissue, up the canal, out through his buttocks,
through his pelvis, up into the center of his physical and metaphysical
being . . . . . . .

And all he could do was literally grit his teeth and ride it out. Everyone
cheered; everyone was encouraging Aaron onward . . . . . well not everyone.

Reed could hear his best friend Gabriel protesting that Aaron should not be
allowed to go twice in a row, but he was apparently silenced or gave up,
because soon there were only cheers and applause. (Reed would find out
later that Gabriel was given the option of bending over and taking the rest
of Reed's fucks, as well as his place as a Bottom, if he so desired, given
his own limited exposure at the Choosing last year. Reed didn't blame him
for shutting up after that. That was too much to ask of any friend. Reed
sure wouldn't have done that for Gabriel if the tables were
turned. Certainly not now that he knew exactly what it felt like to get
fucked.)

Reed would also be told later that the applause wasn't because everyone was
celebrating his humiliation and pain, or even of Aaron's conquering of his
virginity, but of an event that marked manhood for the two, that marked
tradition, that exclaimed loudly the continuation of the communal spirit
that separated the Mackey from all other families that had settled
generations before in the Ohio Valley, except perhaps from the Havers. They
were a bit stranger about customs (and more secretive) than even the Mackey
were.

What Reed didn't get, at first, was why Deecy didn't protest.

Deecy wanted to. He intended to. As soon as he saw that hard dick, thicker
than his brother's just pubertal cock, to be sure, that 13 year old rod,
sliding out, still holding open the part on those perfect globes of
righteous flesh, those white wonder bread loaves just waiting to be
pounded, and then sliding in, so confidently, so assured of its rightful
place . . . . . . he drifted back in memory, three years ago, to the first
time he watched his own growing dick sliding in through that wonderful 12
year old, slightly shivering ass of his friend Mason Mackey, his guilt
falling away as Mason assured him he would rather it be Deecy than many
other boys that got him used to his hole being abused --- as it would be
his own brother Kurt doing the most regular abusing of it.

Deecy certainly wasn't Mason's first, but Mason wasn't Deecy's last boy
ass, either. And Deecy couldn't help but remember those times, and to note
that his own little brother had an ass that put every one of those other
boys to shame. But something snapped him back to reality, an awareness of
something actually; and it didn't just snap him into the reality of what
was happening, but also straight into embarrassment, shame and guilt. And
this trigger was the same thing that made Reed realize why Deecy wasn't
saying anything.

Deecy was hard.

That is, Deecy's 15-year-old dick was hard, and Reed could not help but
notice that, as his face was still pressed into that same crotch having
sought comfort and security in his older brother; and he could feel the
steel hard hotness pressing through the jeans into the side of his face. He
turned his head away to avoid recognition of the fact that his older
brother had gotten rock hard watching his ass get fucked, but more or less
still kept himself pressed into and half-buried into the side of the boy's
lap.  Deecy miserably mumbled a guilty and non-specific apology to Reed,
though only half able to ignore the continued fucking of the youngster's
worked-over bottom.

While this was going on, Foster had been considering his and Holden's own
travails. How did he continue to protect his friend as the situation for
Holden just got worse, despite Foster's best efforts? He was under no
disillusion of his own interests in now getting to fuck his friend and
distant cousin's virgin ass, and being the first one to cum in there would
give him the unmitigated rights for two years, despite whatever cut-off
protections applied to everyone else, as Holden's hole was to be used for
general pleasure among the boys. He would also have the sole rights for a
third year beyond that. And Foster had to admit, pushing guilt aside as
best as possible, that he would definitely be using Holden's ass.

A lot.

He couldn't deny himself that. He had fucked a boy before, and it was 100
times better than your own hand. But community bottoms weren't just
available 24 hours a day for unlimited fucking by every boy in the
community. Far, far from it. They did get fucked, and they did get fucked a
lot. And when they got fucked, they sometimes REALLY got fucked; but there
were limitations. So for any given boy wanting a fuck, right then, it was
not always possible. The theory was that the Bottoms were supposed to be
available for those in greatest need at any given time, as well as to bring
down the sexually pent-up frustrations of the adolescent male population as
a whole among the Mackey.

But not for Foster. Not on this ass. It was 24/7 ass for him (barring any
structural issues like parents, school, sleeping, etc. So no limits and 100
times better than his own hand?? Oh, yeah. He was going up that ass with
some pronounced frequency. And he was fairly certain Deecy, who Foster
considered as a stand-up guy, would do the same if he had access to Holden.

Well, at least that was what he told himself. Maybe he was right, who
knows.

The fact that Holden and Foster had always gotten along so well just made
it sexier and even more thrilling in some exciting and indescribable, and
probably perverted, way.

But what to do about which boy got to shoot into Holden's mouth?  Who was
going to get to claim all those blowjobs over the next two years? Some
lucky boy, that's for sure. He wasn't stupid to think that that wouldn't be
awesome. But he surveyed the group of spectator boys, and there were a lot
of them, as they were distracted by Aaron's rutting of poor Reed, and he
picked out the boy to go first. Then in his mind he quickly figured out who
would go second and third up Holden's anus ---- probably a tight, quivering
anus at this point, Foster thought with a smile. A guilty smile. But then
just guilt. He signaled Bart over and whispered the order of fucks in the
older boy's ear, surprised that Bart just nodded and didn't debate him on
it.

But he still felt guilty about the thoughts that he had just let race
through his head.

"Sorry, Holden."  Foster said as he sat down.

"You've tried, Foster. It's OK. . . . . . . . Well, it's not OK, but
. . . . . . it's not your fault."

But that wasn't what Foster was apologizing for, though he guessed Holden
need not know his previous thoughts on the boy's anus. Although that wasn't
all. It was the next thing about to happen that he also felt guilty over,
as he looked down at his own hard-on about to burst out of his
pants. Holden followed his friend's eyes downward and took in the hidden
monster that would soon open up his virgin backside, even as Reed was
currently having his butt pumped into euphoria.

Well, euphoria for Aaron.

It was hard knowing that your close friend would soon stick his very own
hard dick into your asshole and fuck you with it. Very hard, and not in the
good way. Holden gulped and felt a bit light-headed.

Then Foster, who was sitting next to where Holden was resting his head on
his aching arms on the log, did something ominous.

"What are you doing?"  Holden asked Foster.

Foster was in the process of unsnapping his pants and then unzipping them,
giving even more growing room to that 4 ½ inch super-hard erection that
they both knew was pressing there. Even sitting down, Foster's jeans could
not hide the evident struggle of that pole to be free.

Foster didn't answer Holden, didn't even look at him. In fact, both boys
were nervously watching Foster's own hands as he opened his pants and, with
just a bit of hesitation, his thumb hooked into the front waistband of his
briefs and pulled them down, with some difficulty, over his straining
boyhood and below his plump balls, which now rested, pushed out to
accentuate themselves, on the back of his thumb holding back the tide of
denim and briefs.

There he was, out for everyone to see --- though to be honest, most were
concentrating on the action just four feet away, on the other side of
Holden, as Aaron was now setting a nice leisurely pace which took almost 3
inches out and in that marvelous playing field that Reed offered. And
Reed's whimpers and groans and shouts and Aaron's same of a different
nature, also drowned out anything Holden and Foster had to say to each
other. Reed's marvelous anal organ was the ultimate distracter.

Foster though, had his own marvelous organ, and it was standing straight
and proud, not a kink or curve to be seen along it's smooth, off-white,
constant colored surface, all the way up to the darker helmet that sat
atop, adding in the last ¾ 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 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.

Holden gulped. And shivered.

And then gulped again in worry.

There must have been a reason for Foster to so casually pull himself out in
public ---- and so close to his naked friend.

And there was.

"Sorry, Holden. I guess you can see I'm pretty much ready for you. Only
thing is, your little brother's gonna be the first to get your ass. He's
gonna open you up, get you slicked up and stretched for the bigger dick
next in line."

His little brother? Phil?? His own little brother??? Ahhh geez. This just
wasn't right. This wasn't right at all . . . . . .

"You . . . . uh . . . . . ."  Holden was having a hard time forming his
words or marshalling his thoughts. He was stuck on the fact that his little
brother was going to get an erection and then push his dick through his
. . . . . stick it in . . . . . back there. He was going to put his own
dick inside back there. . . . . . .  and then . . . . and then
. . . . . get his rocks off doing it . . . . . . . ugggh . . . . .

His little brother?..

"Are you OK, Holden?"

"No . . . ."  Holden said, with a bit of an edge.  "No I'm not okay. I'm
not OK, Foster. . . . why are you even . . . . why are you
. . . . . . why's your . . . . . . . . out like that?"

"My dick? It's a dick, Holden. You're just gonna have to get used to saying
it. Along with the word 'fuck'."

Holden hung his head slightly and moaned, "I know."

"And anyway, my dick's out for you."  Foster told him.

Holden got a cramp in his stomach. Part of him knew this was true. And if
Phil was up first to fuck him, then there could be only one reason that
Foster was already exposed, horny and waiting.

"Look, Holden, we've always gotten along pretty good. And I think I'm
pretty nice guy, and you are , too, and . . . . well, I mean . . . . we're
friends, right? I mean, I'm your friend . . . . . . . Right?"

"Yes. You know you are."

"And I'm still gonna be after all this is over, right? I mean . . . . am I?
I still want to be. . . . . ."

Holden sighed. Foster had done a lot for him. None of this was his
fault. He had to make the executive decision, and just forgive Foster of
all participation from here on out. An advance pardon. . . . . No
. . . . more than that. He had to take on the attitude that it was both
separate from their friendship and that Foster had a right to his
expectation for . . . . . . cetain things. It was really the only way they
would survive this as the closer friends they would have to become.

"You're still gonna be my friend, Foster. No sex stuff, no matter what, is
gonna change that after what you did for me today. OK? . . . . . So
. . . . . . is that . . . . dick . . . . . . for me . . . . in the way that
I think it's for me?"

"Um . . . . maybe not quite the way you're thinking it's for you at this
moment."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're gonna have to get use to saying the word 'suck', too."

Ah geez. Holden gulped again, and felt an even stronger urge to pass out.

"You get to be the first one to ever taste me down there."  Foster said.

Foster, unlike Holden, had actually fucked a Bottom before. But he had
never received a blowjob. Or a handjob either. He was actually as nervous
as Holden. But not as scared or dejected.

"Great," Holden said, with a bit of sarcasm and a bit of forced,
obviously-fake, enthusiasm.  "I'm already looking forward to it. So
. . . . . uh . . . . . . what do I do? I've never done anything like this
before."

Holden was shaking as he asked, but Foster, in his own nervousness did not
notice.  "I don't . . . . actually, know."  Foster admitted, and both boys
gave an unexpected laugh that supplied some well-needed relief.  "I guess,
to start with, why don't you just lean over and wrap that tongue around my
dickhead and give it a suck and a good taste."

Foster gave his friend a congenial smile, and Holden nodded, gathering
himself together and leaned over into Foster's lap and did just that. He
opened his mouth up, sought out that soft, smooth fleshy helmet with his
rougher tongue, and sucked it right in, giving it both a savored rub down
and a moderate suction all at once.

"Holeeee . . . . . mmmmmffuucckkin shit!!!! Ggyyyaa---llleeee ggeeez!!!!!"

Holden pulled off quickly, worried that he did something wrong.  "What??
Are you all right?? What did I do??"

Foster looked like he was in torment. He was already panting, his eyes had
difficulty focusing.  "Holy shit! Holy shit!!"

"What Foster?? What did I do wrong?"  Holden asked worried, the boy was no
longer holding his pants and briefs down below his nuts.

"First time to get a blow job, Foster?"  Bart called out from the side, and
a lot of the boys laughed. Holden and Foster had their attention now.

"Wrong??? You didn't do anything wrong! Oh my . . . . . geeezzz . . . . I
never even guessed it would feel that good. WOW. Man. Holden. Whoa. That
was . .  .what . . . like four seconds . . . . or something? . . . . and
intense! . . . . . dude, I'm gonna nut your mouth in like 20 seconds if it
all feels THAT good!!"

The other boys laughed, and Holden blushed. A little bit of the guilt
returned to Foster and he leaned in closer to his friend and said in a much
lower voice.  "I'm sorry Holden, I didn't mean to just blurt it out like
that to everyone. I couldn't really help it. Hey . . . uh . . . . it didn't
taste bad did it? I mean . . . . . it wasn't horrible for you?"

"No. It wasn't. Not at all really. Taste-wise, I mean. I thought it was
going to be bad, but it really wasn't. Just . . . . you know . . . . it's
. . . . . . another boy's . . . thing. . . . . . geeeez . . . . And I'm
sucking on it, Foster!"

"You think you can suck more of my dick? I mean, not just some more on it,
but take even more in your mouth? And make it all feel the same way?"

Holden nodded. He was going to have to push his self-respect and ego aside
and just resign himself to this fate.  "Yeah, I can suck you, Foster. It's
not gonna be a problem."

Now it was Foster's turn to nod and accept things as they were. He was
going to have to push his guilt aside and just realize that this was a
great and stupendous opportunity that his maleness and hormones could not
legitimately turn away. Their friendship would last. But he did need to
clarify something at the outset.

"Look, Holden, before you start back up . . . or down actually
. . . . sorry . . . . . . just . . . . well, you know I'm gonna shoot all
my stuff right in your mouth?"

"Yeah, I figured."

"And you have to swallow all of it, just suck it right out and swallow it,
without being told."

"Yeah, I know, Foster. Don't worry; I will."  Holden said, only barely
suppressing a massive shiver at hearing the pronouncement. But, please, he
would at least rather not talk about it.

"Well, sorry, but . . . . . um . . . . after you blow me, and I shoot my
wad in you . . .  well after you swallow it, actually . . . . I kinda own
your mouth. I mean . . . . I get to have more of these . . . . . whenever I
want . . . . . for two years."

"Yeah," Holden responded again, but all the fight and sarcasm and tenseness
was gone out of him. It was just semi-depressed resignation at this point.
"I know, Foster."

"I know. I mean . . . I figured you were listening when Bart said all of
it. Just . . . . . . the thing is, and I kind of thought it before I pulled
my dick out of my pants, but I definitely knew it after I felt your mouth
on my dick, I mean that was sooo fucking hot, Holden, and that was just my
dickhead, not even my whole dick!! I mean, you hadn't even really gone down
my shaft!!"

Foster's voice had been going up with his rising excitement. Holden looked
around nervously, but when another boy or two laughed, Foster figured it
out.

"Sorry Holden," he said, again in a low voice.  "What I'm trying to say is
I know you said we'd still be friends, but . . . . . . well I think I'm
going to want a lot of blow jobs."

Ah shit.  Holden didn't like cursing, but this one came out loud and clear
by his subconscious.

"I mean . . .  a lot, a lot."  Foster clarified nervously.

Maintaining this friendship was going to take a hell of a lot of
work. Holden sighed. Was it worth it? If it hadn't been Foster, it would
have been someone else. Would that be worse? He didn't know. But he knew
whatever decision he wanted to make better be made now, or nothing would
ever be under his control. And it might just get ugly.

"We're gonna stay friends," Holden said at last, somewhere between
fatalistically and realistically.  "As long you want it and still treat me
like Holden, your friend, we'll stay friends."

"Good. I want that."

"And . . . ."  Here Holden had to take a deep breath. Time to commit.
"Look, I know it's not like I have a choice. But I'm gonna make one anyway,
cause I know you did a lot to help me, and I know you think more of me as a
friend than anything, and I think I'm really gonna need a good friend
. . . . so . . . . . . . . . I'll . . . . . . suck . . . . your, um, dick
down anytime, anywhere you want it, OK? And I won't ever make you feel bad
about it."

Holden sure hoped Foster realized just how HUGE of an effort it took his
young mind and sentiments to make this commitment, much less the commitment
to keep the commitment. And it was truly a permanent commitment over the
next two years, Holden realized that acutely.

"Thanks, Holden."  Foster understood, at least as much as he could, not
being in the same position as his unfortunate friend (and thanking
everything silently that he wasn't in the same position.) But then he felt
compelled to nervously add, "But, uhhh, I'm talking, like
. . . . . . . every single day, Holden."

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, don't pass out . . . . that's it
. . . . now open your eyes. You have no control over this, but you can
control the friendship you do know that you will desperately be needing.

"It's ok, Foster. I meant what I said."

"Uh . . . . even if it's, like, a couple times a day . . . . . . or more
. . . . . . sometimes . . . . . .?"

An almost inaudible sigh.  This time the voice was quieter, more resigned,
though Holden tried to make it just as sure, "It's ok, Foster. Whatever you
need. I told you, we're still friends."

"Thanks, Holden."  He meant it.

"So . . . . . what now?"  Holden winced as he said it. He knew what now. He
just wasn't quite ready to do this completely unbidden.

But Foster smiled big, and this time he hooked both thumbs into the waist
band of his briefs and, getting up slightly off the log, slipped both down
from off his ass and continuing down his legs, letting them fall at his
ankles, before sitting back down and opening up his legs, but closer to
Holden's face, forcing the boy off his arms, having to put at least his
right arm around Foster.

"So how about you suck down a big dick?"  Foster said, joking with his
friend.

"A big one? I thought I just had to do yours right now."  Holden
replied. If he was going to have to do this, might as well make light of it
as best he could.

"Fuck you, Holden," Foster said, just as playful.

"I think you still get to do that, too. Don't you?"

"Yeah," Foster answered, still smiling, but more thoughtful in his answers,
absently putting a hand up to run it through his friend's soft hair.
"Yeah, I still get to go up your butt later. I'm third, right behind your
little brother and then my little brother, Trey."

Holden nodded and grimaced internally. It was bad enough that he was going
to be fucked by his little brother, AND Foster's, but he was still going to
be fucked by an agemate and a friend. His own agemate was going to push his
dick up his butthole, use him like a girl, and then shoot his sperm inside
his ass. He was going to have another boy's sperm in his ass.

Fosters' sperm.

But it was while he was sinking into these depressing re-revelations that
something occurred to him. They wouldn't let a boy be the first one inside
a Bottom's mouth AND the first one inside a Bottom's . . . well,
bottom. That was why Foster had Phil go first. But . . . . . . . . Phil
couldn't shoot. Holden knew that because the boy had just been asking his
older brother last week when he thought he would be able to. Holden had
guessed at least another 6-8 months. If not a year. But for now, Phil
couldn't shoot.

"Can Trey shoot?"

"Nope."  Foster's little brother couldn't shoot either.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah."

"You're going to be the first one to shoot inside my butt, also."  Holden
said.

"Yeah," Foster quietly replied.

"You'll own my butt and my mouth."

Foster nodded. He still felt a bit guilty about this. But he had thought
that, even as a friend, this sounded best for Holden. And as Holden thought
about it, he had to agree. Foster really was doing the best he could for
both his friend and their little brothers. By letting the boys go first,
they were even better protected, especially Phil. It wasn't just that they
would now both start on the line next year with negative four points (plus
the negative 2 points Holden could now add as a Bottom to whichever boy
needed it the most), but his little brother Phil would basically co-own a
Bottom, making it very unlikely that he would attract votes.

And Holden wouldn't be owned by two additional boys. He owed Foster for
this. He really owed him.

"I can't believe they let you do it like that."

"Bart did. I figured maybe Will and Bodie were right, and Bart really
didn't want you here. So when I came up with a way to keep you out of it as
much as I could, which isn't a whole lot, he went for it. But the only
thing is, I have to use your mouth and butt a lot. Like . . . . well
. . . . several times a week kind of 'a lot'. Minimum."

"Poor Foster," Holden said, getting an embarrassed smile from his friend
--- though not that he could see it at the moment, as it was Foster's
straining and barely wavering dick that occupied Holden's field of
vision. Just watching that head, the barely wrinkled pattern that could be
discerned this close up, the small hole, also wrinkled, and shut, but
leaking a drop of clear fluid that Holden had already surmised wasn't piss,
and he thought hard about what this all meant. Holden was going to have to
make the most of things he couldn't control . . . . and Foster had been a
good friend.

"Foster, I don't really know what I'm doing, but I guess I'll have a lot of
opportunities to figure it all out pretty good . . . . . ."

Foster gave a nervous laugh, but Holden wasn't done with what he wanted to
say:

". . . . . . but I really am glad it was you helping me today. And I'm
gonna try really hard to figure out the best way to blow your mind while
I'm, um, blowing your, uh . . . . dick."

And with that, before Foster could even say thanks, or anything, Holden
leaned forward and took the steel rod in his mouth, lavishing it with
tongue action, gentle suction, loving lips, and slides down the shaft with
all three, driving the boy instantly into full-blasted, wild ecstasy
complete with loud vocal moans and utterances, which obviously entertained
the crowd who were already further aroused watching Aaron speed up in
Reed's sore ass, slamming the boy hard with his own loud grunts and
expressions.

And so it was that Foster didn't last long at all, and, perfectly and
unintentionally timed with Aaron, he exploded his gooey liquor of youth
into his friend's mouth, the same time that Aaron was releasing another
warm load into Reed, making sure the younger boy really understood what it
meant to be fully loaded by another boy.

Holden tried not to think about what it was that he was swallowing down,
and only concentrate on the thought that it was the fruit of his labor in
repaying a friend --- with a very unusual 'thank you' card. He took in the
hot sperm that Foster fed him and dutifully swallowed it down, continuing
to suck and pleasure his friend until Foster, out of breath and profusely
thanking his friend, pushed Holden off his somewhat epileptic schlong.

"Holy shit . . . . . . that was . . . . . . . . . . . . Holden
. . . . . . . . . that was . . . . . . . . . . thanks . . . . . . . forever
and ever . . . . . . thanks . . . . . . ."

"You're welcome," Holden said, swallowing and reswallowing, not totally
getting the feeling it was all down and gone for a few more swallows. And
what he wouldn't do right now for one of the pieces of chewing game out the
back of one of his baseball card packs. But he still felt like he had a
duty to do to Foster and himself, establish a mindset, however fake it was
at the moment, to make this easier in the future.

"I, um, really, . . ."  Holden began, forcing himself to adopt a mindset
that would make this all easier, all while Foster sheepishly disengaged
himself and reached down to pull up his pants and gave an abashed nod and
demi-smile to the boys now cheering for both him and Aaron, ". . . really
. . . . . . uh . . . had fun. Maybe . . . . maybe I can . . . . blow you
tonight . . . too."

Never before had a sentence been harder to get out of his mouth, but he
made it, and still managed to sound somewhat sincere. Perhaps too sincere.

"Really?"  Foster asked surprised, bending down to keep his surprised
question quiet while he struggled with his zipper that suddenly didn't want
to cooperate.

Holden turned his head and looked at his friend as if to say, 'No you
friggin' moron, I didn't enjoy that at all! Are you totally crazy??'

But he didn't say that. He took another deep breath, and remembered that
this was Foster, and they were both going to have to work on this being
something natural and mutually at ease. But there was only so much strength
and maturity that Holden had within himself to make that happen. So instead
he said, in a neutral tone:

"Don't push it, Foster. Come on; I'm trying here."

"Oh right."  Foster blushed, and then cursed himself for being so
stupid. He knew Holden better than that; they were friends. But all the
same, how else was his friend gonna survive having to continuously give him
blowjobs except pretend he was enjoying it? Well, or at least not hating
it? And as guilty as he felt in his post-orgasmic let down, Foster also
knew that he was, without a doubt, coming back for more of those blowjobs.
But Foster was going to have to go along with the pretense also, not only
to save their friendship, but also lessen his own guilt.

"Sorry Holden, uh, how about this: . . . . . . . Really? That's cool
. . . . uh . . . . sure, man. I'd love another one, maybe later tonight."

"OK," Holden said, wondering if this was the right course, just pretending
and not really talking about it. It felt so weird and strange, but there
was no good alternative. He could have his breakdown later, when he was
alone, maybe deep out in the woods.  "Just come by after supper. Um
. . . . . and I'll suck you again really good."

"Sure thing."  Definitely weird now. For both the boys.  "I'm going to
. . . . uh . . . . just get your brother ready.

Bart decided that Reed could use a short break, especially as the subtle
dancing and jerking motions of the boy post-fuck made it seem as though it
hurt, which it often did the first few times. But pain was everywhere in
life. And Bottoms were not without their own rewards, not that they
wouldn't all trade those rewards in to be the non-Bottoms. Aaron, however,
unlike Foster's embarrassed acknowledgement of his own first blowjob,
fantastic as it was, pulled out of Reed's ass with as much appreciation and
triumph as he had going in.

"Damn, Reed, you are soooooo good. We're gonna have a great three years
together."  Aaron said, in his characteristically obnoxious manner,
sweeping an equally appreciative hand around the outer curve of one of
Reed's quivering buttocks. Reed was just trying desperately not to
cry. Desperately. And that desperate attempt became all the more difficult
as Aaron turned to raise his arms in triumph and salute the cheering crowd,
not even bothering to pull up his pants and underwear, just letting his
fading dick with its trace stains serve as his trophy.

Then when he did pulled up his pants and began doing them back up, he said
something low and quiet, something very uncharacteristic of Aaron (albeit
not dropping his arrogant smile):

"Don't worry, Deecy, I promise you this is the last time I ever fuck your
little brother in public, and I probably won't ever do it again in front of
anyone else. I don't know for sure the last part, but I don't see me doing
it."

"Thanks . . . Aaron."  Deecy wasn't entirely trusting of the boy.

"I'll also try and keep down the number of other guys that get to fuck him,
well, at least the number of times everybody gets to fuck him; but I'll
have to let some every now and then so they don't complain and get him made
a Community Bottom. I can't do anything about that other promise Bart made,
that every boy here up to 15 gets to use him at least once. I don't have
any more choice than Reed in that one."

Deecy looked at the boy critically.  "Don't get me wrong, Aaron, I really,
really appreciate you doing that . . . . . but . . . . why are you?"

Still smiling, Aaron answered the boy.  "Couple reasons, maybe three. One
is there's a loophole to get Reed out of this, which I bet your friend Hal
will tell you later, even if Bart wasn't going to."

"Loophole?"