Written by Charles Well <charles.well@yandex.com> and Sarge AKA Aldric <pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com>
(C) 2018)
The original Kids of Indian Spring (KOIS) story by Jonas Henley can be found here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/kids-of-indian-spring/
and if you wish to read Jonas Henley's account of the 1968 Mackey Choosing Ceremony, look here:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/mackey-tails/
This story is about sex between boys and is therefore a total fantasy. It was written by an adult for the entertainment of other adults. No children or animals were either involved or harmed in the writing of this story. Please leave now if you are not supposed to be here.
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General background:
There are two categories of kids living in Indian Spring, on the edge of a large city in Ohio. One group is the Mackeys, and those that are part of that extended clan through family and blood connections. They were the original European inhabitants of the region dating back to 1832. As a result of generations of isolation, self-reliance, and often living on the wrong side of the law, the family developed many unique traditions and rules that governed the everyday lives of their youngsters. That group includes Sandy Jacobs and his brothers, Kevin Mackey and his brothers, all the deep and very deep Mackeys like Tolley, Seth, or Chris Corbin. The second category is kids that are not part of the Mackey family, but happen to live in Indian Spring. That would be kids like Kelley and Ethan Tucker, the Cormacks, Nathan Carlin, Cal Brewer, Casey Harris etc. They are called "Near Springers" and are generally not bound by regulations affecting Mackey youth, but may find themselves caught up in the "old traditions" in certain circumstances.
In order of appearance, the major characters are:
Sandy Jacobs (13 years, 5 months) (Full name Alexander Corbin Jacobs, which only his mother ever uses). A dirty blond boy who looked like he belonged in a country baseball commercial and was now at the point where you could tell he had once been very cute, was now simply good looking, and moving quite easily toward handsome. Oldest of four brothers in the Jacobs family. Main protagonist in my story (the reason why it's called The Sandy Jacobs Story). Part of the extended Mackey clan.
Kevin Michael Mackey (13) Good-looking. He has dark brown hair, as thick as you could make very slightly curly hair yet still have it look dreamily soft. Part of the extended Mackey clan. One of the two Mackey community bottoms selected in the 1994 Choosing Ceremony. He is gay and confident in his sexuality.
Tanner Mackey (13) Middle son of Frankie Mackey. Brother of Spencer Mackey (15) and Cooper Mackey (12). Second Community bottom from 1994 with Kevin.
Tim Hardin (14) brother of Paul Hardin, Mackey Junior Council member. Tim is part of the extended Mackey clan and was Community bottom from 1993 with Harry Mackey.
Brad Jacobs (12 years, 1 month) aka Bradley. Dirty blond like his 3 brothers. Part of the extended Mackey clan. On this year's Mackey Choosing List.
Stephen (Stevie) Jacobs (11) Dirty blond hair like all his brothers – Sandy (13), Brad (12), and Chass (10). He has a light sprinkling of freckles across his nose and cheeks. Exploring being openly gay for the first time. Part of the extended Mackey clan.
Chase (Chass) Colton Jacobs (10) Just turned 10. Brother to Sandy (13), Brad (12) and Stevie (11) Jacobs. Part of the extended Mackey clan.
Ethan Tucker (10 years 7 months) Younger brother of Kelley Tucker (12). Exploring being openly gay for the first time. A non-Mackey from Indian Spring.
Jared Tilton (10) son of Cynthia Mackey who married Mark Tilton. He has one sister Belle Tilton (13). Part of the extended Mackey clan.
Boys on the Choosing List
1. Theodore Oliver (Tolley) Mackey – 12 years, 1 month. Son of Amos, grandson of Seth. Very deep Mackey clan. His siblings are: Hayden (15) Member of Junior Council, and Hinton (13y 5m).
2. Seth Mackey - 12 years, 5 months. Son of Hollis, grandson of Jacob. Very deep Mackey clan. He is an only child.
3. Sean Mackey - 12 years, 4 months. Son of Jebediah, grandson of Seth. Very deep Mackey clan. His siblings are: Jason (17) Member of Junior Council, and Kevin (13) Community bottom 1994.
4. Cooper Mackey - 12 years, 2 months. Son of Frankie, grandson of Michael. Deep Mackey clan. His siblings are: Spencer (15) and Tanner (13) Community bottom 1994.
5. Dean Mackey - 12 years, 11 months. Son of Austin & Esther Mackey, grandson of Seth. Very deep Mackey clan. His siblings are: Dorothy (Dot) (18), Fairlane (14), and Hunter (11)
6. Chris Corbin, 10th Kinset - 12 years, 1 month. Son of Jack, grandson of Joshua, great grandson of Christopher Corbin and Katherine Mackey. Lives in Bartlett (The 10th Kinset covers Mackey living outside Indian Spring). His siblings are Michael (14) and Harry (11)
7. Joey Mackey - 12 years, 6 months. Son of Camden, grandson of Tyler, great grandson of Clarence. Not as religious as Clarence's other descendants. His only sibling is Boyd (14)
8. Gabriel Mackey - 12 years, 9 months. Son of Gordon, grandson of Colin. He is an only child.
9. Bradley Jacobs - 12 years, 1 month. Son of Sam Jacobs, grandson of Porter, great, grandson of Gloria Mackey and Prescott Jacobs. His siblings are: Sandy (13) the bottom's bottom 1995, Stevie (11) and Chase (10)
10. Malcolm McEwen - 12 years, 3 months Son of Michael McEwen and Natalie Anderson, great-grandson of Horace Mackey. He is an only child.
11. Judge Mackey - 12 years, 10 months. Son of Phil Mackey, grandson of Randall. His siblings are: Joshua (14), Ruth (10), and Samuel (8)
12. Jeff Garvin - 12 years, 6 months. Son of Therese Mackey and Corey Gavin, grandson of Prentiss Mackey. His siblings are: Chase (13), Jeff (11), and Tilton (10)
13. Mitchell Garvin - 12 years, 2 months. Son of Emily Mackey and Chris Garvin, grandson of James Mackey V. His siblings are: Keaton (22), Whitby (20), and Rosemary (13)
14. Kelley Tucker - 12 years, 6 months. Son of Halford Tucker, grandson of Calvin Tucker. His siblings are: Ethan (10), Ashton (9). Kelley is a Near Springer, not directly descended from the Mackey family. He is on the Choosing List because of the Dawson Exclusion.
16. Stephen Carrigan - 12 years, 11 months. Son of Alice Mackey and James Carrigan, grandson of Randall Mackey. His siblings are: Andrew (11); and Lydia (8)
17. Albert (Bert) Mackey - 12 years, 2 months. Son of Foster, grandson of Gerald Mackey. His siblings are: Gerald (13), Sam (11), and Vince (10)
18. Quentin Mackey - 12 years, 4 months. Son of Dong-Yul Mackey who was the adopted son of Prentiss Mackey. His siblings are: Flint (14), and Kai (13)
19. Matthew Mackey - 12 years, 5 months. Son of Christian Mackey, grandson of Harrison. His only sibling is Timothy (Tim) (10).
20. Cal (Calvin) Brewer (12) Eldest son of Jonathan Brewer and brother of Ben Brewer (10). A Near Springer. The Brewer family have been long term residents of Indian Spring, but are not directly related to the Mackeys by blood.
Please see the mackey-family-tree.pdf for a complete list of the boys and other characters listed in this chapter.
During the week leading up to the Choosing Ceremony a few of the dads with carpentry skills had been busy making improvements at Old Knot. Because there were nineteen boys on the official List this year, the old double logs that previous generations of boys had bent over, were removed and a new well-padded bench with four congruent sides was build - a square with room for about six 12-year-old boys to lay on each side and open walk-way areas at the right-angles for entrance to a central space that effectively created a very attractive stage area. The bench itself was wider and far more comfortable for the unfortunate lads stuck there for the expected 4 hours the ceremony might last. And the spectators were not ignored. Because of the large number on the list, an above average audience was expected to watch this year's event, a second row of three level bleachers was built opposite the original viewing area that dated back to the 1960s. That would easily accommodate 50 boys, and long padded seats on the flanks without the bleachers would easily fit another 15 on each side comfortably. Finally, the bathroom arrangements had been improved with a second shower and toilet block.
Seventeen-year-old Sheldon Redd took his position as Master of Ceremonies (MC) and duties as a Council member very seriously. He understood that on today, of all days, people would be looking to him to demonstrate command of the event, but also show implicit knowledge of the many rules and traditions that dictated how, when and why things happened. He had in fact been preparing for weeks. There were copious notes about the boys on the line, the order of events, the many rules and precedents that he or others might invoke, and several new ideas he was planning to introduce this year, all of which had received prior approval of the Council. He was leaving nothing to chance. No one would have been surprised to learn he was the first to arrive at 7:15 AM. He checked the condition of the bathrooms, made sure sufficient towels were available, quickly checked the bleachers and seating arrangements, and set up a large folding card table in the central stage area with his notes, sharpie permanent-marker pens in three different colors, bottles of water, and the other things he would need during the day. The annual Choosing Ceremony was the biggest event on the social calendar of all the Mackey boys between the ages of 10 to 17, and Sheldon felt the burden of responsibility squarely on his shoulders to ensure the day ran smoothly.
Twelve-year-old Bradley Jacobs had been awake for an hour already. Indeed, he hadn't slept well at all the previous night. His mother had woken him early as there was a lot to do. She had been told that Toby Sanders would be arriving at around 8:00 am. He'd be riding his bike over from Bartlett and would probably want something to eat. And her own sons would need feeding – they always did. And she knew all the boys would be leaving at 8:30 for Old Knot. Sandy was a stickler for time and would ensure they kept to a tight schedule. At least Brad would be accompanied by all his brothers to face this difficult day, she thought to herself. This was one of those times when having four sons actually worked out well for them all.
Karla Jacobs wanted to give Brad an early breakfast and spend some alone time together with her second son. In some ways she felt it was like the day she sent him off to school for the first time. Not the same of course, but she intuitively knew he wouldn't return home that afternoon the same boy as when he left. She recognized he would see and experience things today that would ensure that transformation. She had already noticed it with her oldest son Sandy. He had not been the same since the night of the sleepover last Sunday. The changes were subtle and not all bad, but there was now a more worldly-wise and cynical attitude about the boy that was obvious to her at least. She knew all her sons were far too young for all that, but this was Indian Spring where they now lived and there was little choice in the matter. She knew more or less what she was signing up for when she married her husband Sam. She had been Karla Lowry from Sweetwater in those days and even there, rumors of some of the strange traditions in the Mackey were whispered about. Then she got involved with Cain Mackey for several months and later a more intense relationship with the handsome Reed Mackey for almost one year. That fell apart when Sam Jacobs appeared on the scene, but not before Reed had told her of his own experiences in Indian Spring as a Mackey bottom.
Mother and son didn't talk about the day. That would destroy the majesty of the event by bring in unnecessary distractions. But she got Brad to confide in her for the first time about several of the girls at school. He even told her of the time he and Mickey Edwards from Bartlett had been under the bleaches in the Middle-School gym and heard Rosemary Mitchell, Katie Kelly, and Helen Mackey come in. Well a sanitized version of the story at least. He even mentioned his interest in Katie. Karla Jacobs was pleased to see the optimism in her son and sensed he was dealing with the events ahead of him as best he could. Neither mentioned it, but it was clear having the protection points from Sandy had significantly improved his mood. Before she sent Brad upstairs to wake Sandy who would help him with his morning enema, she said,
"I hope you know with one hundred percent certainty that whatever happens today, it won't make any difference to how your father and I love you."
"I know that Mom," he answered before giving her a huge hug, then he turned around and bounded out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
Despite his best efforts, thirteen-year-old Eli Corbin had been unable to prove that his cousin Tolley had been telling family secrets to non-Mackeys, particularly Kelley or Ethan Tucker. Theodore Oliver (Tolley) Mackey was one of the twelve-year-olds on the Choosing List this year and Hiram and Darrell had promised him the kid's ass for a year, with potential rights longer than that, if he could. He had one chance remaining.
With his bratty cousin Matty in tow, he showed up early at the Old Knot. Matty was commenting on how much he was looking forward to seeing boys get fucked. Eli had to suppress a giggle. The kid still had no idea what was about to happen. Matty had a nice-looking oblong face with large brown eyes, light skin, full lips and spiky black hair. He often wore glasses, but had donned his contact lenses for today. However, he was slightly on the pudgy side for Eli who preferred the ultra-skinny type. He guessed his cousin spent too much time indoors playing video games and could lose a pound or two. He thought a little cock-sucking exercise might actually do the kid some good. He had on sneakers, jeans, a tee-shirt and baseball cap, but wouldn't be wearing them much longer. Eli strongly doubted the kid actually had any chance of being selected as one of the bottoms. He just wasn't in the same league, in the looks department, as Tolley, Chris Corbin, Kelley Tucker, Brad Jacobs, or Sean, Seth, Bert or even the religious freak Judge Mackey. But Eli, now passing a discerning eye over his cousin for what was really the first time, noticed one feature that hadn't struck him before. When Matty turned around, he had the most eye-catching bubble butt he'd ever seen. How come he had never noticed that before? It must be the skin-tight jeans he concluded. And without the thick lensed glasses he usually wore, Eli had to admit the overall package wasn't half bad. As Matty bend over to pick up his baseball-cap he'd dropped on the ground, Eli had to admit he knew several kids coming here today, who would no doubt sacrifice their first-born child to spent 10 minutes up that ass. "My God!" Eli smiled to himself. Matty would actually be a very worthy fuck. But the kid lived way out of town and that would discourage voters. Oh well, at least he could look forward to seeing his pain-in-the-ass cousin being forced to suck several 15-year-old cocks.
Sheldon Redd was the only boy present at Old Knot as Eli and Matty Corbin arrived. When the seventeen-year-old spotted the two boys, he smiled broadly, while managing to raise an eyebrow at the same time. It always slightly scared him when the schemes of Darrell and Hiram worked out. Things often went bad for everyone when they did. Getting Matthew Corbin to Old Knot on Choosing Day had been something those two had been planning for months. Apparently, Uncle Elijah had something against Matty's dad, Matthew Senior. Well, Sheldon didn't know, or care about that. He guessed Raymond might be pissed by this surprise addition, but it meant there would be a full twenty boys on the line in this last year of his role as MC of the Choosing Ceremony. Surely, that was a record that would stand for many years – if not forever. Strangely, he hadn't seen anything of Darrell or Hiram now for a week, since that potential disaster with David, but they were definitely supposed to be making an appearance today.
"Go over to the bleachers there and find a good seat Matty," Eli said. "Pick one where you'll get a good view."
"My name is Matthew, not Matty shithead," the boy said as he headed for the viewing area.
Eli wanted to laugh but waited until his cousin had sat down in the newly constructed spectator stands and then he walked over to Sheldon.
"Hi Sheldon. I've got to talk to Tolley when he gets here. Then I'll bring Matty up for you. Should I tell him the good news, or will you?"
Sheldon checked his run-sheet. Matthew Corbin, aka Matty, was 12 ¼-years-old, the son of Matthew Corbin, Senior. They were 10th Kinset Mackeys who lived outside Indian Spring and therefore the kid was not worth promoting as one of the community bottoms. But according to Darrell, this kid had a real big mouth on him. Sheldon could think of many ways such an asset might be used. Checkmarks were always popular with the crowd. And the stunningly attractive bubble-butt was not lost on the boy either. Had the kid worn those skin-tight jeans deliberately? Sheldon looked forward to seeing what lay beneath.
"This is your idea, so you tell him; but bring him to me if you have any problems," replied Sheldon looking amused.
Cooper Mackey was the first boy on the official List to show up a few minutes later. He was escorted into Old Knot by his brothers Spencer (15) and Tanner (13). Cooper was definitely one of the better-looking boys on the line this year. He was an average height (59 inches) and weight (87 lb) for a kid of 12 years and 4 months old. But it was his flecked, tawny colored eyes, long lashes, round face with angular cheekbones, and sugar-brown long hair that forced any disinterested observer of boy beauty to look twice. And as every boy that had ever been skinny dipping at the swimming hole in Indian Spring could tell you, Cooper had unblemished skin and a deep golden tan that covered his entire body. No ugly swim-suit lines to mar the all-over beauty.
But Sheldon could just sigh. Like several other of the best-looking boys on the line this year, Cooper had a little chance of being selected. He had sibling protection from fifteen-year-old Spencer, who was also acting as his sponsor, and full bottom defense from thirteen-year-old Tanner. Sheldon guessed it was fair that there shouldn't be two bottoms from the same family, but clearly beauty was hereditary. Spencer had only missed out in his year by the skin on his teeth, and it was clear to the MC, the only thing saving the youngest in this family was the fact his older brother was already a bottom. "Oh well," he thought to himself. "Checkmarks again." But he hardly had time for such distractions, for the next hour would be a particularly busy time.
Upon entering the Clearing at Old Knot, the boy was officially recognized to all the observers then present and welcomed to the Choosing. He would be asked if he accepted in advance the rules as they would be later read and posted, as well as the outcome, whether or not he was Chosen. The boy either said yes, he accepted both, or had his shirt removed to receive a checkmark that was publicly announced to represent his acceptance.
He was then told to immediately strip off his clothes and take his place along one side of the newly constructed padded benches set at an average waist-high for a 12-year-old. He was to bend over and present his naked butt (legs spread 2 feet apart) to the stands where his fellow Mackeys would sit in observation and judgment of the ceremony, the same Mackeys who would later vote for the best ass, or boy, to fill in as Community Bottoms for 1 - 3 years. Any opposition along the way by the candidate would result in a checkmark, each checkmark again being a public blow job to be given that morning following the Choosing, in front of everyone, and on a boy that could produce sperm - not just clear semen. There had to be actual sperm, and plenty of it, being swallowed.
The Checkmark Rules started in 1938 with Kevin Mackey, and if giving a public blowjob wasn't enough to scare a boy into behaving right, it only got worse. If you received 5 checkmarks, then you automatically got publicly fucked, once for every checkmark, regardless of whether or not you were picked as a Bottom. If you got picked as Bottom AND had five or more check marks, then you had to serve two years minimum as a full Bottom, no exceptions. Additionally, if you got over a certain number of checks, called the Magic Number, then you would not only owe that many public blow jobs that morning, but you would also have to give that many blow jobs to every boy who signed your back. These blowjobs would have to be given on demand, even if in public (if only boys were around). Those blowjobs would have to be given, again whether picked or not, within the year - and could be asked for at any time.
In theory, the Magic Number was unknown to anybody until after the voting, as it was figured up by the number of regular voting boys present divided by the number of boys on the Choosing Line. It depended on how many boys bent over and how many with regular voting rights showed up. Of course, to add to the uncertainty and 'fun', the MC could raise or lower the magic number by deciding whether to count official Council members who voted. Council Members themselves were not regular voters, as each of their votes counted as five. On top of that, 11-year-old Mackeys who voted, may or may not be included and there had even been discussion of including the 10s this year. However, there was a reason why Sheldon was on the AP Calculus track in school. The Math was simple enough to do in his head. With 137 registered voters and 20 boys on the line, the Magic Number was six if he rounded down. If the 10-year-olds were included, say 7. But he kept this information to himself. It would only be announced at the end when all the votes were officially tallied. Normally, whether it would be used or not depended on the mood of the audience, and how the boys on the line were coping with the day. Having been a former bottom himself, he understood the pressure the kids in front of him were under and didn't want to push them so far that someone snapped. However, this year the MC had already been told by Council President Raymond, one boy must definitely reach that Magic number, due to a specific parent request. For some misbehavior at home, not explained by Raymond, the boy would be given 4 checkmarks when introduced. And Sheldon had been told, on the father's orders, the kid was to reach the Magic Number. Whether that would be 6 or 7, the MC decided would be based on how the kid behaved. Nothing attracted signatures on a back more than lots of existing checkmarks and the potential for the Magic Number. The kid is going to be doing a "load" of cock-sucking over the next 12 months – with the emphasis on "load" Sheldon mused.
Suffice it to say, no 12-year-old boy on the line wanted check marks, but part of that depended on him. Whether he used his power to give checkmarks conservatively or liberally, it absolutely had to be equal measure against all the candidates. No favoritism was tolerated toward checkmarks or other punishments, except parent requests. And Sheldon had never seen that before.
The MC was, however, allowed to publicly and openly push for some boys over others to be chosen as the bottoms, trying to sway the votes, or even offer protection where he could. In this aspect, there was no wrong in playing favorites, within certain rules.
Cooper had barely taken up his place on the bench when Chris Corbin arrived, escorted by his brothers Michael (14) and Harry (11), and by thirteen-year-old Bennett Mackey who was acting as the boy's sponsor. Sheldon looked at his run-sheet. Chris Corbin was one of the two, now three, Tenth Kinset Mackeys who would be here today. The 10th covered members of the family who lived outside of Indian Spring – Chris and Matty Corbin and Brad Jacobs. The Jacobs would need to change Kinset, but as far as he was aware, it hadn't happened yet.
Sheldon looked carefully at this new arrival. Chris Corbin was a little small for his age at 55 inches tall and weighing 77 lb, and his impish look in his twinkling eyes made him appear younger than he was. But the kid had a strong looking body, olive complexion, curly caramel-brown hair, and prominent gluteus maximus mussels that were bound to attract attention. According to his records, the kid had won all sorts of prizes in gymnastics. The possibilities for new and unique positions with a community bottom with such flexibility were exciting. He would definitely need to promote that angle.
After delivering their charges to the main stage area, most escorts went off and found a seat in the bleachers. This was something Sheldon encouraged. Because of the large number of boys on the line this year, there was little extra space for sponsors to sit with the boys. However, Bennett remained with Chris, although clearly his attention was on his cousin Cooper as both boys undressed at the same time. Eli smiled and noted with interest that Bennett appeared to enjoy watching his cousin strip. Such information might always be useful for building temporary alliances later in the day.
Sheldon came over to Cooper and Chris and asked the required questions about the rules. Then he handed the two now naked 12-year-olds a small piece of paper and a pencil.
"Write the name of the one boy coming here today you'd hope you will never have any sexual contact with," Sheldon said to them. He had gotten approval for this change in procedure from the council and was planning to use it for general entertainment and punishment as needed.
"Let me see who's name you wrote," Bennett said as Cooper tried to give the paper back to Sheldon.
"It's for my use only," Sheldon said as he prevented Bennett from grabbing the paper. Then he took a green permanent marker from his pocket and told Cooper to turn around and he wrote –2 (1994) at the top of his back.
Sheldon was going color coded this year. Green for any kids with minus points for attending the Choosing Ceremony as 11-year-olds in 1994, Red for checkmarks, and Blue for general voting.
"That's your two minus points from 94," he said. "Chris, you weren't here last year. No minus points for you."
Then he directed Cooper and Chris to bend over on the bench, facing inwards towards the center of the square, thus ensuring their asses were the prime spectacle for the audience. Sheldon just shook his head as Bennett followed his cousin and `helped' him get into position.
The thing that appealed most to Sheldon in his role of MC was his ability to plant himself anywhere in the main stage area and no one said anything. That provided almost limitless opportunities to get a good eyeful of boys he thought were stunning. He couldn't do more than look, and not all boys drew his attention, but some certainly did. Most notably, Seth Mackey, who was just now coming into the main stage area. He was one of the very deep Mackey that continued the fast disappearing family tradition of making moonshine. He had no escort today, but just walked into the central square and began stripping off his clothes.
Seth was 12 years 5 months old, 60 inches tall and weighed in at 84 Ib. Some people might suggest he was too tall and thin, but as far as Sheldon was concerned, the kid was perfect. The small button nose, dimpled chin, jewel-like obsidian eyes, gleaming white teeth and the flaxen hair with natural highlights were what you first noticed about the boy's face and head. But the boy himself was equally noteworthy - creamy, alabaster skin and slender torso with just the first signs of upper body development were literally the stuff of fantasies as far as Sheldon was concerned. Seth and Sandy Jacobs were the two boys he secretly lusted over most. He would never act on those desires – well not unless the boys themselves sought him out. He guessed that was pretty much a forlorn hope as far as Seth was concerned, but the Jacobs kid was still a mystery. There were signs... But now was not the time for such fancies. A huge group of boys were just entering Old Knot.
The sons of Jebediah Mackey and the Jacobs brothers were the next group to arrive. Seventeen-year-old Council member Jason Mackey was accompanied by two friends - Raymond Mackey (17), President of the Council and Tad Mackey (17) secretary, and his two brothers Kevin (13) and Sean (12). They had met up with the Jacobs boys at a prearranged spot in the woods a few hundred yards from Old Knot. They made an impressive sight with their sheer numbers. Sandy (13), Brad (12), Stephen (11), and Chase (10) were accompanied by three of Sandy's best friends, Toby Sanders (13) and Kelson Mackey (16) and his thirteen-year-old brother Ron who were finally back from their vacation in New York. These last three were former neighbors of the Jacobs family from Bartlett. And with them were a bunch of Stevie's friends – Ethan Tucker (10), Rickey Mackey (11), Tilton Garvin (11), Jared Tilton (10) and Luke Mackey (11), son of Holden. Luke had been forbidden by his dad from coming here today, and knew he'd probably get a whooping when he got home. But it would be worth it. His older brothers Mark (14) and Daniel (13) would be here as they had some sort of scheme going in relation to their cousin Bert who was one of the boys on the line this year and he didn't want to miss seeing that. Besides, he and Stevie Jacobs had been doing sex stuff together ever since that time they went on that bike trip and he wanted more. Then there were four very deep Mackey friends of Kevin and finally what Chase Jacobs called his gang – the Mackeys, Oak, Ricky, Vince, Timmy, Joey Sanders and Jared Tilton (10-year-olds all).
Within the large group there were two boys on the line this year. After answering the official questions concerning the rules, both twelve-year-olds, Sean and Brad, immediately began stripping off without being spoken to by anyone. When naked they found slots next to Chris Corbin to bend over the bench. Toby Sanders went and stood next to Brad and Kevin next to Sean. They were acting as official sponsors for the two boys, and in spite of what the MC might say, they were here for the duration.
Raymond nodded at Sandy in the direction of the 10-year-olds before he, Jason and Tad went off to pay their respects to Sheldon.
"Okay you lot. That's the signal. Chass and Ethan, you guys take the 10s and wait in the woods over there somewhere." He pointed vaguely off to the north where the main path to Old Knot ran. "Just be patient and don't make too much noise. Jason assures me you won't miss anything."
Sandy hoped the little demonstration had its effect. Just like school, cool kids recognized other cool kids because they hung with the cool kids. After a fuck from Kevin, he and Sandy had spent hours on the phone last night organizing what he hoped was this impressive show of power and influence. The sons of Jebediah Mackey and the sons of Sam Jacobs were connected. Well, that was the message Sandy hoped was sent.
Tolley arrived next, along with 13-year-old Hinton, his escort, and their older brother Hayden (15) who was also on the Mackey Youth Council. Hayden went off to speak to the other committee members. There had been repercussions to the almost week-long disappearance of Darrell and Hiram and he needed to warn Raymond of something.
Most escorts this year would go directly to the stands after delivering their charge, but Hinton went off to look for Sandy Jacobs. These two had a minor role in the official events of the day. That gave Eli Corbin the chance he needed to talk to Tolley as he was stripping.
"I saw you talking pretty frequently to the Tucker boys," he said. "You give anything away to either of them? I don't see Kelley here yet."
"Leave me the hell alone Eli," Tolley said. "I've told you a hundred times I was just trying to be nice. I didn't tell them anything about Mackey rules."
"Look, Hiram and Darrell really have it in for you. I've talked to Sheldon, and he'll work with me. I know you had to say something to them. Admit it, and it will be easier on you. I'll take you to the committee right away, and they'll make you a bottom, but that means you won't get any checkmarks and I'll own your ass. I promise I won't use you too much, which is a lot better deal than you're going to get from Hiram or Darrell."
What Eli wasn't saying was that an old rule, the Priori Kinset Claim rule, was going to be used if Eli could get Tolley to say he'd given secrets away. Hiram and Darrell really did have it in for the kid, and Eli had no intention of missing out on any opportunity to gain access to Tolley's ass. But if the boy wouldn't admit anything, then Eli's only hope would be to make sure he got selected. Darrell had also promised that Eli would be the first to fuck Tolley if that happened. But what Eli didn't know was the trouble his two supporters on the Council had got themselves into in the last week. Amazingly, that had somehow been kept secret so far. But it meant Eli would get absolutely no assistance from Darrell or Hiram any time soon.
Tolley was down to his boxers.
"Forget it. I never said nothing to them. Get out of my way or I'll have my brother come down and move you."
Tolley pushed his boxers down and stepped out of them. He moved around Eli and greeted Sheldon, who asked his questions, and then handed him a paper and pen before directing him to the next open spot on the bench.
Eli was pissed. He'd made his best offer. Yeah, it was mostly a lie, but Tolley didn't know that. Oh well, he thought, time to show Matty why he's really here.
"Matty, come here," Eli called.
"Screw you Eli," Matty said. "I told you to stop calling me by that name. It's Matthew. Try to get that through that thick fucking skull of yours."
But, he did hurry to join Eli, hoping his cousin was going to give him a chance to do something fun with the boys who were already naked and bent over the benches.
"You need to strip," Eli said to him, not even trying to hide his smile from the confused boy.
"What? Why?" Matty asked.
"Well, Matty, you're a Mackey. You're 12, and you showed up to a Choosing Ceremony. According to the rules, it doesn't matter if you were on the list or not, if you're a Mackey and you're 12, AND you show up here, on this day," Eli paused and pointed to an empty space next to Tolley, "You're going over that bench."
"What?" Fuck you Eli, you can't ..." Matty yelled. He turned to run, only to be grabbed by Sheldon.
He screamed and yelled as the older boy squeezed his arms.
"Look at me Matthew. Forget Eli for now," said the seventeen-year-old Sheldon. He waited patiently until the panicked boy stared up at him. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. It's your choice. But this is going to happen. I'm not sure what is going on between you and your cousin, but Eli is one-hundred percent correct. Any Mackey boy that is 12-years-old and turns up at a choosing ceremony, goes on the line. That's the rule. It's an old one. And you are 12, the son of Matthew Corbin of the 10th Kinset, and you are going over the bench there with all the others your age. So strip naked now. If you don't I'll do it and call in some others for help if necessary."
Sheldon could see the boy looking around wildly for some means of rescue or escape. Kids were starting to arrive in large numbers now.
"Don't bother looking about. No one is going to help you. They're all here for the show." Sheldon knew this wasn't strictly true. Technically, the Mackey never forced any boy into the Choosing Ceremony. Community and peer pressure was generally sufficient. If Matty kicked up too much fuss, there would be some coming to his defense. He played his trump card.
"Have you heard of checkmarks?"
Matty's eyes turned back to Sheldon in horror. "You only have one so far, for making all this fuss. Strip now and avoid getting more." Then the older boy pulled Matty's head to the side and whispered in his ear.
"Because you're from out of town, I doubt whether you're going to get many votes to be made a bottom. For you, the checkmarks will be a killer. Behave, and at the end of the day, you'll be a full Mackey like your Dad. Then any complaints you have against your cousin can be brought to the Youth Council. I will let go of your arms now. You will then strip naked and go bend over on the bench there next to Tolley. Do we understand each other?"
Matthew nodded slightly and looked like he was about to cry. Sheldon let go of his arms and the kid slowly started taking off his clothes.
"Put them under the bench Matthew. Eli you need to find a seat in the bleachers somewhere. Matthew is fine on his own for now."
Sandy Jacobs had noticed the exchange between Sheldon, Eli and Matty Corbin. He had heard about the trick Eli had played on his cousin and was thoroughly disgusted. He never liked Eli from their earliest days in elementary school, but he now wrote the kid off as a total slime-ball. Who would do that to a cousin? Sandy had cousins of his own and sometimes fought with them, but knew, however pissed he got, he'd never stoop to doing something like that. He had to admit that Matty was acting like a bit of a prick, but what Eli did was a bridge too far in his opinion. There are other ways to put a pushy younger relative in his place.
Sheldon was alone now and Sandy had an agenda of his own. He would be a player in the politics of the Mackey if it killed him. Now was the perfect time to stoke that fire.
"Are you okay?" Sandy asked stepping up to the seventeen-year-old.
Sheldon was looking the other way watching the now naked Matty getting into position across one of the four benches that formed the central square of the stage area. The scowl on his face quickly turned to a smile when he noticed who was speaking to him.
"A real shitty thing for Eli to do," said Sandy making conversation and letting the older boy know his own opinion on what had happened.
"True. Eli's idea, and no doubt encouraged by Darrell and Hiram I think. But I had no choice. Any 12-year-old Mackey who turns up at a Choosing goes over with the rest, on the official list, or not."
"I know that," replied Sandy. There's lots of precedent for that in the old rules and bylaws we've been working on. But I still say Eli's a prick." He was happy to give the impression he'd make certain accommodations for what he wanted – power and influence, but there were lines he wouldn't cross. He had spent the last week getting fucked in every conceivable position by a whole bunch of different boys, and it hadn't been that bad after Tim Hardin had been banned. In fact, he mostly liked it, and even when he didn't, he was a good enough actor to almost convince himself. But his soul was not for sale at any price. He needed Sheldon to understand that.
"Eli should have warned Matty!' he repeated. "This will only lead to trouble. As my old Granny would say, `You mark my words.'"
Seeing uncertainty in Sheldon's eyes, Sandy continued quickly.
"Can I still come over one night next week to work on typing up the old rules?"
There was no indecision this time. Sheldon smiled. "Sure, name the day. After the Choosing Ceremony is over, I'm free most nights."
Sandy noticed sixteen-year-old James Cormack arriving with Kelley Tucker, Malcolm McEwan, and Cal Brewer in tow. He smiled and said,
"Okay, I'll get back to you when you're less busy." He nodded "bye" to Sheldon and went back to the table he and Hinton Mackey were setting up as part of their job as "official vote-counters."
James Cormack was the Near Springer representative on the Council and as a non-Mackey was generally not invited to Choosing Ceremonies, which until this year had been family only events. However, because of the activation of the long dormant Dawson Exclusion rule and the presence of the two non-Mackie twelve-year-olds with him (Kelley and Cal), the Council had agreed to allow James to attend so as to protect the interests of the Near-Springers. This had been an important part of the compromise they had reached when Kelley and Cal had been added to the List. Although only sixteen, James was already widely recognized as responsible, honorable and completely fair within the entire community of Indian Spring. Council president Raymond Mackey understood the importance of being impartial, but also being publicly seen to do so. He knew the presence of James Cormack would help add legitimacy to this radical involvement of outsiders in the ceremony.
But it had not been a stress-free morning for James. The Cormack's and the Tuckers had been friends for generations and being even handed with Cal after what he had done did not come easy. He had gone to collect Kelley at his house first. Malcolm McEwan had spent the night there as suggested by Raymond to Mr. Hal Tucker. Although Malcolm was directly related to the family by blood, there were some who questioned his status and many others completely in the dark about who or what the boy represented. Raymond was delighted to keep the real facts vague for the time being. But after going through a Choosing, no one could complain or exclude the kid any longer. Malcolm would have full Mackey rights.
From the Tucker house the three proceeded to the Brewer residence and that's when the trouble really began. Kelley objected to entering the house and waited outside, and both boys had refused to utter a single word to each other. Malcolm now felt complete loyalty to Kelley and he too joined the cold shoulder routine. James could hardly blame them. But it meant the twenty-five-minute walk to Old Knot was completed in total silence. Indeed, the sixteen-year-old had called upon some of his old Irish skills (magic some said), passed down through the generations in his family, to stop the boys coming to blows on several occasions. But what struck James though was the aggression most often originated with either Kelley or Malcolm. He sensed Cal's attempt to act chastened, if not outright apologetic. That was a new side to this kid he had never seen before. But because of the continued stress and real likelihood of violence James was very happy to wash his hands of the matter and hand them over to Sheldon, who made them quickly strip. Then the MC placed them on different sides of the square of benches in the stage area as far away from each other as was possible.
Sheldon was kept busy as there was now a steady flow of 12-year-olds keen to ensure they arrived before the deadline. All boys were to be in the area no later than 9:15 AM and a check mark was placed on the candidate for every minute he was late by the official watch of the MC. There was obvious incentive to arrive early.
Joey Mackey and his second cousin Stephen Carrigan checked in together in a small group. Joey was the son of Camden and arrived with his fourteen-year-old brother Boyd, who would be his sponsor and protector. Stephen Carrigan was the son of James Carrigan and Alice Mackey and he came with his brother Andrew who was 11 and his sponsor Bo Havers (13).
Shortly after that, three more boys on the line arrived together - Gabriel and Matthew Mackey and Mitchel Garvin. They had joined forces to make up for their lack of siblings and were accompanied by 14-year-old Clay, who was Mitchel's first cousin. Gabriel was an only child, the son of Gordon, and great, grandson of Abner Mackey. Mitchel Garvin was the son of Chris Garvin and Emily Mackey, and grandson of James Mackey. He did have two older brothers who were now in their twenties and away at college, and a thirteen-year-old sister, Rosemary. Unfortunately, girls hardly counted at a Choosing. But his first cousin Clay would be acting as his official sponsor today.
With them was Matthew Mackey. He was the son of Christian, and grandson of Harrison. Matthew's only brother was 10-year-old Timothy (Timmy) who was currently waiting in the woods outside Old Knot with his best friend Chase Jacobs.
However, it was the entrance of one particular group that caught Sheldon's eye. Twelve-year-old Bert Mackey and his two brothers Gerald (13), and Sam (11). They were the sons of Foster Mackey, and Sheldon knew from his notes there was an even younger brother Vince (10) who would no doubt be rounded up later. He didn't know this side of the family well. He had seen them about of course, but had never actually put names to the faces. What drew his attention though, was the fact that the oldest brother was telling the youngest kid to strip. Were they trying to pull the old switch-a-roo? - put the 11-year-old brother in for the proper boy? Sheldon knew such deception would soon be discovered, but guessed a lot of kids got desperate on Choosing Day. The kid he thought must have been Bert was just standing there smirking. Was he paying his little brother off, or blackmailing him to do this?
"Bert you need to strip. Here he comes," Sheldon heard the oldest kid, he now remembered was Gerald. He was the only red-head on the line last year. How could he have forgotten that?
"He won't hesitate a second to give you a checkmark. Is that what you want?" Gerald said.
"No, but, oh shit," the small boy answered and then pushed the second bigger brother back two steps. "Sam, can't you go sit over there? You don't have to stand there and gawk at me."
Sheldon was confused. The boy he thought was Bert was apparently Sam. He noticed that Bert was smaller than his younger brother.
"Everything okay over here?" Sheldon asked. "There are a lot of boys checking in. Don't waste my time."
"Okay, sorry," said the smallest kid. The one he guessed must really be Bert. He had longish fiery-red hair, piercing blue eyes, and a mass of freckles covering his entire face. He certainly did look more like ten than his actual age of 12. Still, he was a good looker if you liked them small.
The boy's face was bright red, matching his hair, as he removed his shirt and handed it to the taller boy, he now guessed was Sam. He kicked off his shoes and pushed down his shorts and briefs and stepped out of them. Yes briefs, Sheldon noted. Sam picked them up as his older, but smaller brother, removed his socks.
"Did we put the right boy on the list?" Sheldon asked. The naked boy in front of him was totally hairless, his three-inch penis sticking out in front of him, exposing a small and smooth nut-sack. Sheldon had never heard of a family trying to substitute one boy for another, but anything was possible and he had to make sure the right boy was about to be bent over.
Bert knew he was referring to the fact that he looked very young.
"I'm twelve, okay? I just haven't started, you know, to grow yet," Bert said angerly.
"Okay, just making sure," said Sheldon with a smile.
He took out his red sharpie and drew a small checkmark on the kid's back before leading him to the next spot on the benches.
"What's that for?" asked a horrified Bert.
"Back-talk from the boys on the line is never acceptable. Your brother could have told you that. Bend over the bench before you earn another one," replied Sheldon still smiling.
"Hands to your sides and quit pouting," Gerald yelled to Bert as he followed behind. "Stay cool or you'll get more checkmarks you don't want."
Quentin Dong-Yul arrived with his two brothers, fourteen-year-old Flint and thirteen-year-old Kai. They were the sons of Korean born Dong-Yul Mackey who had been adopted back in 1953 by Prentiss, who was a soldier in the US army involved in the "Korean police action" at that time. Although now only one quarter Asian, all three brothers still bore some remnants of the distinctive oriental features of their ancestors - jet-black hair, brown roundish eyes, and a light fawn-colored skin uniquely different to that of the pale Anglo-Irish and Scottish features typical in this part of the country.
The two older boys went straight to the bleachers while Quentin undressed. His family were strong believers in the Mackey customs, and he was willing and proud to be here. Quentin was nervous, as were all the boys checking in, but his reasons were a bit different.
First, while most of the selectees had spent many days swimming naked at any of the convenient swimming spots, Quentin had never gone bare on any of the occasions he'd swum. He always wore a suit. And the reason he wore a suit was the second reason he was a bit more worried than some of the other boys here.
Once he removed his boxers, he held his clothing in front of him as he made his way to the bleachers to give his clothes to his brothers.
"Be cool, and good luck," Kai said as he took Quentin's clothing. It was then that the boys closest to his brothers noticed.
Wally Mackey, Raymond's brother, was the first to comment.
"Hey, Quentin, what's wrong with your dick?" Wally asked, loud enough to attract the attention of other boys.
"Quentin, turn around and get checked in," Flint said. "Don't give yourself a checkmark." Flint then turned to Wally and asked, "The real question is, what's wrong with yours? Why don't you have the sheath you were born with to protect the head?"
"Huh?" Wally said. "There isn't nothing wrong with my pecker. But your brother's pecker looked weird."
"Like this?" Kai asked as he exposed his. "This here is called a foreskin, and you were born with one, just like every other boy here. Like my brother asked, where's yours?" Kai turned and let other boys see him.
Quentin could hear the conversation in the background as he was checked in by Sheldon and made a mental note to thank his brothers for diverting attention away from him. He and his brothers believed in following the traditions, but they also believed in protecting family first and they knew how much stress he was under just being here.
The next to arrive was twelve and a half-year-old Jeff Garvin. He was tall and skinny with a somewhat goofy expression on his face at times. But he was a thoughtful introvert who generally wore glasses, which he had obviously left at home today. The shoulder-length, butterscotch light hair, strong chin, and freckled skin were things others noticed about the kid.
Jeff was determined to do all he could to bring honor to his family. Sure, he was scared, and he figured every other boy on the list was as well. But none of them had the history his family had.
It started back in 1933 when Tobias Mackey wasn't satisfied with just having sex with his wife. She'd already given him one son, Kirby, and was pregnant with another (who was named Tilton when he was born 7 months later). No, Tobias couldn't wait until she delivered. He got a deep Mackey girl named Judith pregnant, and she gave birth to a boy she named Prentiss.
Prentiss, as a bastard in the long-ago time when that mattered, wasn't held in high regard by the family, especially by the very Deepest Mackeys. He tried his best to fit in and make friends, but he was always considered a bastard and nothing better. It didn't help when he got a Near-Springer named Cynthia Wood pregnant when he was just 15 and she was 16. He proposed to her as soon as they learned she was five months gone and they were married a few weeks later.
Prentiss might have recovered some respect when he returned from the fighting in Korea with an adopted son, if only his almost twin step brother Tilton hadn't been killed in the same battle Prentiss had fought in.
Baby Cynthia didn't do much better than her mother. On her 16th birthday, she and Irvin Tilton (who didn't like the name Irvin. He went by his middle name Mark) hooked up at a party in Coolspring and a month later she was pretty sure she was pregnant. She and Mark didn't get married until she was showing, and it wasn't far from a shotgun wedding. They had a daughter, Belle Tilton 5 months later and a son, Jared, 3 years after that.
In 1956, when Cynthia was 8 years old, Prentiss and Cynthia had another daughter, Therese, Jeff's mother. She married Cory Gavin in 1981, and Jeff's brother Chase was born a year later, and Jeff the year after that. That made him cousins with Belle and Jared Tilton. And Belle made fun of him every time she saw him once she found out that he was on the Choosing List.
Chase never seemed bothered that many of the Mackeys still remembered he was the off-spring of a bastard child, but it did bother Jeff, and he planned on using his choosing ceremony to show all of them that he could live past the mistakes his great-grandfather had made. He promised himself that he would accept every checkmark with a positive attitude, and if selected, he'd do his best to be a proper bottom.
Although not related by blood, he considered Flint, Kai, and Quentin Mackey as cousins, and all three of them treated him the same. They too had suffered exclusion from Mackey's because of their status, but less so since they were not blood. But Flint and Kai had both ensured they were on the selection list and never did anything to get off it, and that was how Jeff thought he should act as well. He'd even told Flint and Kai to protect Quentin and not him; telling them that if selected he'd serve proudly and ask them to be the first to fuck him.
"Morning Sheldon," Jeff said with a smile as he quickly undressed.
Sheldon wondered why the boy was so chipper, but when he looked closely he saw the fear in Jeff's eyes. He asked the required questions and then handed him the paper and looked at it when it was handed back. He'd written Dexter Mackey's name. Sheldon knew that Dexter was one of many boys who treated the grandsons of Prentiss with a total lack of respect. He took him to his spot on the benches.
"Thank you, Sheldon," Jeff said as he bent over.
Judge Mackey was escorted into Old Knot by his fourteen-year-old brother Joshua. There were many boys on the line this year that were a concern to Sheldon and the other Council members. But Judge, no doubt, occupied first place on that list - even ahead of the two Near-Springers. You see, Judge was the son of Phil and Elizabeth Mackey. As far as Shelton could tell, his father Phil, was perfectly okay, but the kid's mother was a rabid religious freak, who when she met other Mackey thrust bibles in their faces and spoke openly about the "sin of Sodom" to anyone who'd listen. She was a Deacon at the Edge City Baptist Church and she worked at the school run by that congregation. If anyone would create waves, she would.
However, Sheldon was pleasantly surprised when the kid checked in. He was a good-looking boy with exceptional facial features, lustrous sandy blond hair, and a lithesome body of roughly 60 inches and 87 lb. in weight. According to his records, Judge was part of the same gymnastics club in the city as Chris Corbin. And more interesting still was the fact that, rather than being stressed and freaking out about the open nudity already on display, as had been expected, Judge smiled broadly at what he saw. Then Stevie Jacobs rushed up from the bleachers, gave him a high-five, wished him luck, and told him to strip in a hurry before he got checkmarks for dawdling.
Judge stripped as he was told and handed his clothes over to his brother Joshua. Then far less self-conscious than many other boys today, he stood in front of Sheldon waiting to be told what to do. He had a beautifully sculptured body and a package to die for. His cock was about 4 and a quarter inches long and chunky, proudly pointing upwards at a 90-degree angle in its current erect state. On close inspection there was already a discernable patch of scraggy blond hairs above the cock, but nothing on the two well developed balls beneath.
Sheldon had been too dumbfounded to say or do anything at first, but eventually blurted out,
"You're Judge. Right?"
Then Shelton asked about the rules and handed him the paper and pencil and told him to write down who he didn't want to have sex with. When he read the answer, the flabbergasted MC could do nothing but point to the next empty space on the bench.
He had written, "Chase Garvin." Chase was the son of Corey Garvin and Therese Mackey and was generally regarded as one of the nicer kids in town. What Judge could possibly have against that kid, he had no idea.
The last 12-year-old to arrive was Dean Mackey, with barely five minutes to spare.
"I ought to give the kid a checkmark for being last," thought Sheldon to himself.
Still, he had arrived before the cut-off time and was stripping off quickly without being told. When naked, Dean stood in stark contrast to almost all the other boys on the line this year. Sheldon knew he was actually only a week from his 13th birthday and he looked the part. While Bert might easily pass for 10, Dean had the all-boy masculine body and well-formed tight ass that wouldn't look at of place on a kid of 14. It was hard to believe these two were actually the same age.
Dean was a strapping lad of about 62 inches tall and weighed about 95 lbs. and his powerful upper body strength was obvious. His 4-inch limp circumcised penis looked plump and ready to expand into something much larger that could readily bring tears to the eyes of many of the smaller boys on the line this year. There was a thick bush of black pubic hair above the cock, some on the balls, and the first signs of a happy trail leading upwards. And those balls looked like they could easily fill the mouth of any other naked boy there. Dean was the son of Esther and Austin Mackey and was escorted into Old Knot by his brothers Fairlane (15) and Hunter (11). It was well known in family circles that Fairlane was heavily promoting his brother to be one of the bottoms. But Sheldon wished him luck in that regard. Many of the smaller kids, at least, might be intimidated by the boy's size and his well-known pushy personality. The next few hours would see if that mattered.
When all of the boys on the line for the 1995 Choosing Ceremony had arrived, were sorted, naked, confirmed they agreed to the rules, and bent over in the correct position, Sheldon looked around in satisfaction. It really was an awe-inspiring site. Some of the bodies baring green permanent marker lettering represented points off for attending the Choosing as 11-year-olds, and seven others already sported the unfortunate red checkmarks. (Well unfortunate for them, but very popular with the other boys.) Before even the official start of the event he had given 1 checkmark to seven different boys—Sean Mackey for using his hands to cover his dick on his way to the benches, Stephen Carrigan for taking too long to get into position, Matty Mackey for everything, Bert Mackey for an angry outburst, Jeff and Mitchel Gavin for talking to each other while bent over the bench, and Cal Brewer for being Cal Brewer (officially for moving around too much while over the bench).
Other than that, all the naked flesh before him was unmarked. The wrinkles of age were far off in the future, and even few showed signs of the teenage ravages of acne. Yes, Sheldon was delighted. And for the next four hours, it was all his. Where else in the world could you witness such an event? And any male with the slightest interest in, or awareness of, the beauty of young boys on the cusp of adolescence could hardly fail to be overwhelmed by the scene that presented itself. His three years as a Mackey community bottom had certainly ignited Sheldon's fervent and almost mesmerizing enjoyment of what he saw. He would definitely miss this next year. He took an extra minute to sear the entire spectacle onto his brain.
Some members of the audience were still drifting in and chatting to relatives they had perhaps not seen since last year. The Choosing Ceremony was always the highlight event on the social calendar of the Mackey male youth and even living out of state was often no bar to the desire to attend. Sheldon knew some of the guys had made extra effort to be here today. But it was 9:15AM already. All twenty boys on the line were organized and in place. The show must go on. He gave a thumbs-up to Tad.
Seventeen-year-old Tad Mackey had set himself up on one of the two trestle tables behind the stage area. He was the official secretary of the Junior Council and his job was to record all major decisions made on the day. These records would be typed up this year and become part of the permanent archives stored at the clubhouse. He had had a very busy morning as it was also part of his duties to record the names of every boy in attendance, ensuring they were all officially registered Mackey, and handing out numbered, bright pink voting-rights passes. Most of the registration had actually taken place in the previous week, but there were always a few out of towners who turned up at the last minute, and a good number of 11-year-olds who hadn't preregistered. Each boy was given one pass, except current bottoms who got 10, former bottoms 5, and Council members 5. When the voting started, members of the audience wrote their names on the back of the boy of choice, wrote the boy's name on their pink passes and handed them in to the "Score-Keepers." That was the other trestle table behind the stage area. The score-keepers collected the pink voting passes, recorded the names of the boys who voted for each potential bottom, kept a running tally of the number of votes and checkmarks given to each. This was always needed as a backup to the figures on the boy's back which often got smudged and therefore disputed during the day. The two thirteen-year-olds Sandy Jacobs and Hinton Mackey had volunteered to perform this duty. Their work would be supervised and approved by Council President, Raymond Mackey.
When Tad returned the thumbs-up signal Sheldon motioned to the six boys he'd asked to go out and round up any ten-year-olds in the area. Since 1988, the rounding up of the ten-year-olds had always been the first "unofficial" event of every Choosing Ceremony. "Unofficial" because in theory 10-year-olds were not supposed to be present, but the Mackey, some might say were straight-jacketed by tradition, and once the custom had been established it quickly became part of family lore. The six boys divided into two groups and went in separate directions. Within five minutes, they were back, with far more ten-year-old's than Sheldon had anticipated. Fourteen in all.
Cal Brewer's brother Ben looked the most shocked. Ben had been told that it was okay for him to come and watch as long as he stayed out of the bleacher area. He'd parked himself behind a tree where he could watch Cal and was surprised when three older kids he didn't know grabbed him from behind and brought him along with the other guys his age they'd already captured.
When the 10-year-olds in the surrounding area had been rounded up and marched into the center of the clearing, Sheldon Redd, in his role of MC, addressed the audience.
"Who here will certify the Mackey status of these uninvited boys? Come forward now and be recognized."
Older brothers and cousins came forward and stood next to those from their family. Toby Sanders (13) put his arm around his 10-year-old brother Joey, Sandy did the same for Chase, Thirteen-year-old Bryce stood next to Oak, and as pre-arranged, Raymond Mackey stood by Ethan Tucker and Ben Brewer. The Council had agreed that since both these boys had brothers on the line this year, they would be entitled to attend, if they chose. Both did, but for very different reasons. Before long every 10-year-old there was officially recognized except for Jared Tilton. He was now standing by himself looking lost and forlorn. Jared was the son of Sandra Mackey and Mark Tilton, but he only had one older sister and no brothers. His first cousin Flint was making his way towards the stage, but Sandy got there first, and put his right arm over his brother and his left over Jared. The small boy beamed at him.
The official records kept by Tad Mackey showed the following: -
10 Year Olds recognized and attending the Choosing Ceremony – Saturday, July 15, 1995
1. Chase Jacobs, brother of Sandy (13), Brad (12) and Stevie (11)
2. Tom Mackey, brother of Eddie (13) and Carter (11)
3. Sammy Mackey, brother of Harry (14) and Gordon (11)
4. Ben Brewer, brother of Cal (12)
5. Ethan Tucker, brother of Kelley (12)
6. Joey Sanders, brother of Toby (13) and Shawn (11)
7. Oak Mackey, brother of Bryce (13)
8. Vince Mackey, brother of Gerry (13), Bert (12), and Sam (11)
9. Ricky Mackey, brother of Dexter (14)
10. Tim Mackey, brother of Matthew (12)
11. Jared Tilton, cousin of Sandy Jacobs (13) and Flint (14)
12. Tilton Garvin, brother of Chase (13) and Jeff (12)
13. Merrick Mackey, Brother of Brandon (14)
14. Koby Mackey, brother of Keegan (14) and Kirk (13)
Seeing all the 10-year-olds recognized as official, Sheldon was ready to continue.
The fourteen boys were placed in a circle. Sheldon had to figure out the quickest way to handle this many without delaying the ceremony. The audience was going to enjoy watching them get belted, but Sheldon also had to consider how long this ceremony was going to take.
"You boys," he called to them. "Front and center." He pointed to a spot right in front of the bleachers. Cheers and laughter came from those in the audience who knew what was coming.
"Pants and underwear off," Sheldon yelled in a loud commanding voice. This was done more for the entertainment of the crowd in the bleachers, rather than the youngsters in front of him. When two of the boys turned the other direction, he added, "Face the front. After your punishment for being where you aren't allowed, I will put you to work. None of you will dress again until all of the tasks assigned are done."
This was something new. None of the other 10-year-old boys before them were put to work. They all wondered what sort of job they'd have to perform.
Sheldon waited until all fourteen boys were red-faced and exposed, and then delayed a minute longer just to embarrass them a little more. He noted that some of the boys didn't seem to care, in fact a few of them even seemed to be enjoying standing there with nothing but a shirt and shoes and socks on.
"Turn around and bend over," Sheldon ordered. He'd previously selected two boys to come up and apply the necessary five whips with a belt, but now, because of the huge number, he added two more helpers. He'd given the two he'd selected instructions to make it hurt but not to harm them, reminding them that these were kids.
Sheldon selected two more, looking for brothers or cousins of the boys now bent over with their asses pointed at the audience and quickly gave them the same instruction.
With four of the 10s brought forward, he assigned four older boys to each of them to belt, moving the younger boys to group them appropriately. Seconds later, the sound of leather belts hitting bare flesh rang out, quickly followed by everything from "Ouch" to "NO!" to "Shit!" from those being belted. It took less than five minutes for all fourteen of them to receive their five strokes.
Sheldon had them stand, backs to the audience, for a few seconds and ordered them not to rub. Then he told them to turn and face him.
"I have twenty boys behind me here," he said pointing to the Choosing List kids, "that need to have their asses prepared for what's to come."
Sheldon had adopted his full showmanship routine for this part of the day. He was theoretically speaking to the 10-year-olds, but in a voice he knew would carry to the rest of the watching crowd. This was something new, no one in the audience was expecting, and such variations to the regular routine were always greeted well.
"In the interest of time, I invite any of you 10s to help me with that. I will show those who volunteer what to do and you then get to pick the boys you want. The rest of you can stand here until this job is done. When the task is finished, to my satisfaction, I will allow you all to get dressed and you can join your Mackey cousins in the bleachers." Sheldon figured that would get most, if not all, of these very young boys involved.
Immediately, fourteen hands went high up in the air. Sheldon didn't know whether this signified the youngsters all wanted to help or they just didn't want to be left standing there nearly naked in front of over a hundred boys. In the end, it didn't matter. He had all the assistants he needed. He sent the volunteers to the bathroom with orders to scrub their hands, especially under their fingernails, and gave a warning that anyone who came back insufficiently clean would be barred from helping.
"You have three minutes," he announced loudly.
While the youngest boys hurried off to the bathroom, Sheldon explained the voting process to the audience and how separate tally sheets would be kept for each boy, plus a regularly updated public score board behind the stage area. He stressed the need for each registered Mackey to write his name in the space provided on the pink voting passes, plus that of the kid he wanted chosen as a bottom.
When the 10-year-olds returned from the bathroom, Sheldon gave each a quick inspection, and then continued,
"In Mackey tradition, all the boys on the line here today are available for the anal pleasure of their Mackey cousins. Of course, not all of them will be selected as bottoms, but they all need to be prepared for that possibility. However, before any boy can be fucked, his anal passage needs to be lubricated to make entry of another boy's cock less painful. Follow me."
Loud cheers rang out from the crowd when the fucking of the new bottoms was mentioned. Most of the audience had found seats by now and the level of conversation and noise had diminished substantially. Although the Choosing Ceremony had not officially commenced, people were intrigued by the idea of the 10-year-olds performing this duty. In previous years it had been done by the MC or Council President.
Sheldon took the boys over to the nearest selectee to show them what to do.
"You take a big dollop of Vaseline from the jar. We have several of them to use today. Coat your index finger with the goop and then carefully insert it into the bottom hole of the kid you're working on. Watch your fingernails. Then start pushing in and out. Add more Vaseline. When it's real slippery there, use a second finger to make the hole even bigger. Make a scissoring motion with your index and middle fingers for several minutes. This will help the boys later in the day."
The unfortunate boy selected as training dummy was Gabriel, who not only had to endure the fingers of Sheldon, but then several of the younger boys so the MC could see that they were doing it correctly.
Before he let them go out on their own, he decided to show them one additional trick.
"About two inches in, and beyond the inside wall, you'll feel a tiny bump or ridge," he said. "If you rub that a little," he stuck his fingers back into Gabriel and started rubbing where the prostate was, "You'll get a reaction."
The boys watched as Gabriel moaned and squirmed around.
"Look, he's getting a boner!" Chase Jacobs screamed in delight.
"That's right," Sheldon said as he pulled his fingers out of Gabriel's butt. "It happens a lot when a boy is fucked. Sometimes the bottoms can have fun too."
Poor Gabriel had no choice but to grin and bear it. He was blushing. Indeed, his whole body had reddened alarmingly. But it would be a checkmark if he objected. He put his head down below the bench, and looking back between his legs, and watched his traitorous penis get even harder. "Oh hell," he thought to himself. "The guys are gonna think I really like this." But then a thought occurred to him. In his current position, he could look around and see the dangling cocks of all the other boys on his side of the square. The thing was, not all of them were dangling. About half had boners banging up against the underside of the bench. And by pushing his body forward more and raising his head he got a fantastic view of the under-side of the benches on the other three sides. He counted. Eight of the others were erect as well. That made him feel a lot better.
"You guys are on your own. There are twenty boys here, and I'm only going to give you five minutes to get them all done. Don't spend all your time making them hard. Your job is to make sure they are properly lubricated. Any boy who doesn't do it right will get five more swats with the belt."
This caused all the boys to listen as their butts still hurt from the first five. None of them wanted any more.
Oak Mackey was the first boy to move. He headed straight for Joey Sanders. He'd seen Joey naked before of course. Joey was Toby's brother. But this was something special.
He coated his fingers with Vaseline and was just about to start when a thought occurred to him.
"Joey, is this going to make you mad at me?" he asked.
"No," the older boy whispered. Boys on the line were forbidden from speaking, unless asked a question. He guessed he had, and he continued. "I'm gonna hate it. But you've been given permission, and it needs to be done. I won't be mad at you."
Joey couldn't see Oak's smile as a first finger was pushed into his ass. Before he was done, Oak looked in satisfaction under the thinly padded bench and saw that Joey now had a boner as well.
Chase Jacobs knew exactly where he was going—straight to his brother Brad.
"No Chase, not you, please," Brad said.
"Shut up Brad or Sheldon might hear you," the younger boy said. "This is going to be fun." He applied two finger-fulls of Vaseline to his brother's ass-hole before spending several minutes rubbing it in thoroughly. There was certainly some payback here for many real or imagined sins the older boy had committed against him. That was the way Chase thought. But he made sure his brother was convincingly boned before he was done.
Ethan passed by his brother Kelley. "I'm going to take care of Malcolm," he said as he walked by.
"Good idea," Kelley responded in a whisper. He knew he wasn't supposed to speak unless asked a question.
Malcolm was not happy, but of all the people who might have put their fingers up his ass, he was glad it was Ethan. It wasn't sexual. Ethan did exactly what was asked. He wanted to do more, far more, but not to Malcolm here in front of all the other Mackeys. Ethan hoped that maybe later the older boy would allow him to do this again, with the fun part included.
Ten-year-old Tilton got a warning from Sheldon for mocking his brother Jeff. As brothers, they generally got along, but this was something different, and for once Tilton had the upper hand – literally! The problem was, all he wanted to do was make Jeff wiggle and squirm as he rubbed that little bump Sheldon had told them about. It wasn't until threatened with another turn with the belt that Tilton took his job a bit more seriously.
Another kid-brother who was more than happy to have an opportunity to humiliate an older sibling was Ben Brewer. Ben had also needed a warning from Sheldon to remain focused on his assigned task. But when he was done, he not only looked at his brother's extended dick, but grabbed onto it and stroked it a few times, laughing as Cal squirmed. He knew Cal wanted to yell at him and call him names like normal, but he couldn't because the threat of checkmarks was very real. Sheldon allowed the sibling teasing to go on for a few minutes, then, almost with reluctance, he made Ben stop before he made his older brother shoot. It would have been fun to watch, and the audience would have loved it, but Sheldon knew he was treading a thin line here in allowing all this to happen. It wasn't a part of the official ceremony as historically mandated and he had to call a stop to the fun.
At first Bert Mackey groaned as his brother Vince and their cousins Merrick and Sammy came over to him. But Vince started by apologizing for what they were about to do.
"I figured you'd rather have us do this than some other little kid."
It was embarrassing, but Bert knew his brother was right. He did prefer it to be Vince instead of anyone else there. He was less accepting of having his cousins participate, but he knew he couldn't tell them to leave and anything he said would risk a checkmark from Sheldon. He had no choice but to endure getting fingers up his butt from all three of them.
"Okay, that's enough," Sheldon announced loudly. All you 10s go wash your hands again, get dressed and join your brothers and cousins in the stands. "But I may need extra help from 10-year-old volunteers later in the ceremony. If you fancy doing some fucking and have an erect cock at least 3 inches long, come and put your name on this sign-up sheet during one of the breaks. There's a couple of rulers on the table over there if you need to check. As I said, your boner has to be at least 3 inches long."
Many in the audience clapped, and laughed when they heard this. Again, it was something new, and even the older boys in the crowd had no idea what Sheldon had planned. Several yelled out to brothers or cousins to go and measure now. More laughs erupted when Chase Jacobs, Joey Sanders, and Ricky, Oak, and Vince Mackey did just that. None of them had got dressed yet and they all sported erections as a result of their previous activities. Sheldon made a big show of checking each boy's cock against the ruler, and then loudly announced,
"Chase Jacobs – 3 inches
Joey Sanders - 3.2 inches
Ricky Mackey – 3 inches
Oak Mackey - 3.2 inches
and Vince Mackey - 3.5 inches."
Loud cheering intermixed with raucous laughter greeted the 5, now very embarrassed 10-year-olds, as Sheldon told them to get dressed and sent them off to the bleachers.
"That will be a little surprise for later on," Sheldon explained as he gave an over-exaggerated wink to the audience.
Once all the 12-year-olds were in place, well lubricated and ready for action, starting scores noted in green-colored indelible marker on each boys' back, and the 10-year-olds rounded-up and dealt with, the 1995 Choosing Ceremony was finally ready to begin.
Sheldon Redd took a deep breath, stepped into the middle of the central stage area and smiled broadly.
"On behalf of the entire Mackey Junior Council, welcome Boys. Welcome to all Kinsets and Tribes; welcome Mackeys, Sanders, Corbins, Jacobs, and even what remaining Havers are left. Welcome Garvins, Banks, Wilsons, and Redds. In short, welcome all Mackey to the fifth consecutive annual Choosing Ceremony of this last decade of the twentieth century!!"
A loud and rambunctious cheer went up from around the clearing known as Old Knot. From that moment, Sheldon played the role he did best, as ringmaster for the greatest show of the year.
"As you all know, we are assembled here today to celebrate and continue a family tradition that goes all the way back to 1829 when the first Choosing Ceremony was held. In that year, 166 years ago today, 5 of our ancestors gathered together and selected the then 12-year-old Oliver as the first Mackey community bottom. Since then, a long line of boys have followed in Oliver's footsteps and filled this vital and honorable role in the history of our family."
Loud cheers erupted from the crowd once again. Many had heard stories of this history, but few had any idea it went back that far. When the sounded settled somewhat, Sheldon continued,
"I think most of you know me. But for those that don't, my name is Sheldon Redd, and I am proud to say, I count myself among that number having served as a Mackey community bottom between 1990 to 1993. I will be your master of ceremonies today."
The older boys all cheered again, remembering back to fun times they had with Sheldon in his prime. The younger ones cheered even louder, stamping their feet on the bleachers, in anticipation of the day to come.
"Since that first Choosing Ceremony in 1829 the world has changed many times over, but the Mackey traditions have survived and grown. It's only fitting that with 166 years of history behind us, the event today will be the biggest Choosing Ceremony in the last two centuries. We have an audience of one-hundred and thirty-seven registered voters and that's not including the 14 ten-year-olds also in attendance. We have seen a bit of them already today..." he stopped briefly as howls of laughter erupted from the audience. "Err, sorry tens, but I must say you all acquitted yourselves well. I'm pretty sure your cousins that wielded the belt, weren't holding much back. You are the future of our family and have paid the penalty and are now welcome here."
More applause followed, until Sheldon raised his arm to silence the crowd.
"You will also see that some of the fathers have been very busy making improvements to this sacred Mackey ground at Old Knot. Please thank Mr. Selby Mackey, Mr. Jedediah Mackey, Mr. Samson Havers, and the rest of the adult Council for all the magnificent work they have done."
A strong, respectful round of handclapping was heard, and Sheldon took this as a sign to move on.
"And just one last topic of business before we continue. Please all stand to demonstrate, in a very public way, your gratitude for the services performed by the following bottoms who have completed all obligations to the community. But hold your applause until all the names have been read."
Duncan (15), son of Deecy Mackey - The only remaining bottom from the 1992 Choosing Ceremony, who was given a three-year term.
Tim Hardin (14), son of Sammy Hardin - Community Bottom from 1993.
Harry (14) - Son of Frasier Mackey Second Community bottom from 1993.
Every boy in the stands got to his feet and cheered for a full 5 minutes. The older boys all remembered the good times they had had with Duncan, Tim or Harry over the past few years. And the younger kids knew that without these traditions – without the bottoms – the Mackey were just another extended family group living in the Ohio Valley.
Sheldon eventually held up his hand for silence. It was time to move on.
"And dear audience, you are witnessing history today. Not only do we have more registered voters, and more 10-year-olds, but we have a grand total of twenty boys proposing themselves for membership of the Mackey Youth Association. To obtain full membership and pass the initiation requirements, they have all agreed to offer themselves to fill the role of one of the four community bottoms we will select from their number today."
Sheldon understood that the screaming, yelling, cheering, cat-calls, whistling and stamping of feet that erupted this time would be heard across the entire community of Indian Spring. And he knew many of the fathers that gathered en masse, each July 15th, at the Mackey-only tavern less than a mile away, would raise their glasses to toast the opening of the ceremony, and perhaps remember their own time at Old Knot.
After allowing the applause to continue for 30 seconds, he raised his arm again for quiet.
"Yes, you heard me right. We have 20 boys on the line this year. An all-time record, surpassing the previous highest number in 1973 of 11. Feast your eyes on this delightful and unique sight of so many 12-year-old backsides available here today. And YES, you did hear the second thing I said correctly. We will be picking a total of four community bottoms this year from those you see displayed. The previous record was three in 1973."
The ecstatic reaction from the crowd this time took over 2 minutes to quell.
Sheldon then went through some of the rules, from behavior of the boys to behavior of the bottoms, the meaning of the checkmarks (which elicited more cheers from the audience as they could see that several had some already), and discussion of the Magic Number, which would be determined later.
"Before we start in earnest, let me give you a quick rundown of today's event. I will shortly introduce you to each of the bent-over boys in turn and perhaps call for first votes. Voting early is always good policy. The first name, or several names, on boys that are eventually picked as bottoms today confers special rights. You may be eligible to take the virginity or at least have an early fuck as the chosen bottoms are broken-in. And you will certainly be in line for any checkmark blow-jobs they owe. The same applies to blow-jobs owed by boys who don't, in the end, get chosen."
There were several wails of laughter at the "in the end" reference. But many of the younger ones didn't get it.
"Then will follow the period of public voting. Sorry boys, you only get to vote once and cannot change a vote after making your choice. I will stop the event from time to time and announce the status of each potential bottom. In addition, Sandy Jacobs, our very own new bottom's bottom, and Hinton Mackey have volunteered to keep a running tally and post progressive scores on the bulletin board over on my right. To ensure their work is correct, our Council president, Raymond Mackey will certify each time the figures on the board are changed."
Raymond and Hinton stood up and waved to the crowd. Hinton grabbed Sandy by the arm and forced him to stand as well. The new bottom's bottom assumed his status was known to every boy here already. After what happened on Sunday night, and then again on Tuesday and Wednesday afternoon, Sandy guessed he was already the butt of many jokes around Indian Spring - with the emphasis on "the butt." Still, it was embarrassing to have it publicly mentioned. But there was nothing he could do about it. He heard Sheldon continue his speech and was grateful to sit back down.
"When the last boy has voted and ballots are totaled, the lucky winners will be announced and the fun really begins."
More wild applause and yelling accompanied this announcement and it took Sheldon Redd several minutes to restore order.
"Boys on the line who earned themselves checkmarks will be required to perform their penalties at that time. And we have a little surprise this year to make it more fun. And YES, audience participation is much encouraged."
"Finally, our four new community bottoms will get to feel a good Mackey cock up their asshole – most for the first time. The Council has decided that each chosen bottom will be publicly fucked, at least 4 times today, by boys satisfying the age limitations mandated for the protection of the bottoms. Then our new bottoms will be given the normal 5 day "recovery period" before taking up their community duties for the next two or three years, as determined by the Council. Any boy who fails to adequately fulfill his obligations to the satisfaction of the Council may have his term of service extended. And of course, all the new bottoms will be protected by the standard rules as posted at the clubhouse. I will remind you of these before we finish today."
Again, it took Sheldon some minutes to bring the crowd under control. But he knew things were starting well and sensed he had the audience eating out of his hand.
When Sheldon had finished speaking, Sandy Jacobs and Hinton Mackey pinned an over-sized poster on the bulletin-board behind the stage area with the names of the potential bottoms, any opening negative votes and checkmarks already earned. This had been signed as correct and official by Council President Raymond Mackey. It read:-
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No. |
NAME |
SCORE/VOTES |
CHECKMARKS |
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1. |
Tolley Mackey |
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2. |
Seth Mackey |
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3. |
Sean Mackey |
-2 |
1 |
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4. |
Cooper Mackey |
-2 |
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5. |
Dean Mackey |
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6. |
Chris Corbin |
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7. |
Joey Mackey |
-2 |
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8. |
Gabriel Mackey |
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9. |
Bradley Jacobs |
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10. |
Malcolm McEwen |
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11. |
Judge Mackey |
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12. |
Jeff Garvin |
-2 |
1 |
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13. |
Mitchel Garvin |
-1 |
1 |
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14. |
Kelley Tucker |
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15. |
Cal Brewer |
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1 |
|
16. |
Stephen Carrigan |
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1 |
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17. |
Bert Mackey |
|
1 |
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18. |
Quentin Mackey |
-1 |
|
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19. |
Matthew Mackey |
-1 |
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20. |
Matthew (Matty) Corbin |
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1 |