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/
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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.
Writing the continuing saga of the Kids of Indian Spring has become a real community effort. My co-author on this chapter was Sarge AKA Aldric. His ideas, drafting, hard work, and constant support in too many areas to mention made this chapter possible. A special thanks also goes to Mike for help with editing and proofreading.
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His father was still asleep when Caleb stirred fitfully. He wanted to get out of the house as quickly as possible before his dad got up. Rich heard him getting dressed and joined him.
Caleb was angry. He couldn't convince his father that Miguel De La Cruz had not fucked him. He knew that Miguel had said he didn't, even though he had. Yet somehow his dad had found out the truth.
Miguel was a good kid, good looking, strong for only 12-years-old, and didn't particularly care for fucking. But they'd been at the swimming hole naked, and he made the bet as to who could swing the furthest out. Miguel won -- twice. Someone had told his dad, and the list of possibilities was small: his brother Rich, Miguel, or Joey Vargas.
Joey had almost as much to lose as anyone. His dad had banned him from being with Caleb, and while not as mean as his own father, Joey's punishment would be severe if it were known that he not only was with Caleb but that both of them were naked.
Miguel had no reason to tell. He had few friends, and Joey, Rich, and Caleb were among them.
Rich had promised it wasn't him, and Caleb believed that. Rich had been fucked twice at their uncle's as required by their dad. His was punishment for lying. And the worst thing was, he hadn't lied that time.
At least his father had been truthful about one thing. He wasn't especially angry, and he hadn't punished him for letting Miguel in his ass. But what he did was so totally bizarre that his head was still reeling. His father had allowed the Hudson brothers to bend him over a low-hanging tree branch and declared him to be a Springer Bottom!
He'd been fucked by his brother Rich, which, other than the total embarrassment of being screwed by a sibling, wasn't that bad, as the kid, still a couple of months shy of being eleven, didn't have much of a dick.
But Miguel (12) and his 13-and-a-half-year-old brother Vincente had not passed up the opportunity. Nor had Jason Lucci (13). Even Stephen Upshaw (13) had used him. And Stephen had been joined by his two cousins, who didn't even live here yet, Glen (13) and Brent (12). Plus, there had been that boy he'd never even seen before. And the two Hudson boys, of course.
Caleb and Rich made a quick breakfast from cereal and milk and were just finishing up when the younger brother looked out the window.
"Emily Vargas is coming up the drive," he said.
"Quick, get to the door before she rings the bell and wakes dad. I'll take care of the dishes." He quickly rinsed them and dried the bowls and spoons and put them away, not wanting to leave a mess for their father to find. His father had given in to Mr. Tucker's arguments against allowing him to be made a bottom, but he swore that his punishment wasn't over and that Rich's hadn't started.
Thirteen-year-old Emily Vargas was all smiles when Caleb joined his brother on the front porch.
"Morning Caleb," she said. "You and Rich are to meet the Hudson boys by the woods south of the Upshaw house."
"What if we refuse?"
"Are you sure you're brave enough to do that?" she asked. "I heard that you could finish your punishment here or your father would send both you and your brother back to your uncle's house, along with some of your neighbors. I'm guessing your neighbors would have a lot more fun there than you or Rich. Even I heard what happened there a few weeks ago."
Caleb's face turned red as he thought about a girl knowing what had been done to him. He turned away and headed towards where she had said he was to go. Rich followed, but so did she.
"I can find it myself," he said to her.
"I'm sure you can. Joey is already there. And I get to see you before your punishment continues. I'm looking forward to seeing you more than my brother or Rich."
Caleb and Rich had no way to tell if this was ordered or sanctioned by their dad, or just something Gunner and Silas Hudson came up with. His father had told Mr. Tucker he had nothing to do with what had been done to him yesterday, but he was sure that was a lie. And he had promised more punishment today. He had no choice but to let her follow him.
Sandy made an early start to meet with Chris Corbin, since he had to bike to Bartlett. As he pulled into the yard, Junior Redd was just leaving. Junior came over to him.
"Before you think I'm breaking the rules, I'm just collecting the blowjob he owes me for my birthday. My cousin might have gone a little too hard on him, so all I'm making him do is suck the tip. I pull out before I shoot and he doesn't have to swallow it. Okay?"
"Yeah, thanks for letting me know, but I wasn't here checking up on him. I'm meeting with all the new bottoms, to kind of explain things to them."
"That is good to know," Junior said. "You know, I think there's going to be a few spots open up on the Council in a year or two. You should consider running for one. Since you got Mackey religion, you've turned from being a prick to a pretty good guy that people can count on."
"Thanks, again. I am planning on running, but I need time to develop a platform. I want Kelley Tucker to run, too."
"A platform? You'd be the first ever to have one. Or at least the first who stood a chance to get elected to have one. When you're ready, I'd like to hear it. And Tucker's another kid who has earned his share of respect. Maybe some of the problem children on the Council will move out and you two can take their place. I'd like to see things improve."
They said their goodbyes and Sandy went to the door.
"If you're here to fuck my brother, you have to wait three more days," Michael (14) said when he answered Sandy's knock.
"I'm not here for that, but I am here to see Chris."
"My dad says nobody sees him alone. He doesn't trust people, especially this far from Indian Spring. If you see him, either me or Harry goes with you. And since I don't trust Harry, it will be me. I'm the one who will pay the price if anyone does anything to Chris."
Sandy was torn. If it was true, it was a wise practice. But what he wanted to do with Chris was not something either of them would want a witness to.
"Shit, Michael! Stop being a prick. You know me, we were neighbors for the last 13 years. Can I just talk to him in private? You can be..."
"What part of nobody sees him alone didn't you get? If you're with him, so am I. Period. If you don't like it, come back in three days. I know it was you who told my dad about what happened at the Choosing Ceremony. You wouldn't believe all the shit Harry and I got into over that. So, don't expect any free passes from me. Dad made it clear, my ass is on the line if anything bad happens to Chris from now on."
"Okay, it may come to that, but I'd at least like to talk to him."
Michael stepped aside and let him enter. A baseball game was on the TV and Chris and Harry were watching it.
"You can talk to him here," Michael said. "During a commercial."
Sandy looked at Harry. He didn't want to talk to Chris with his eleven-year-old brother next to him. But it was clear Michael wasn't in any mood to compromise. It was here today or in private three days from now. The third out was made in the baseball game, and a commercial came on. Chris looked at him.
"Chris, this is kind of awkward, but I want to help you get ready for what is going to start happening soon."
"You can't have me today, that's the rule. I get five days after the Choosing Ceremony."
"I don't plan to have you. You've got it backwards. I want to explain your duties, let you know when to say no and what to expect when guys start making appointments, make sure you're okay with the record keeping, and give you a few tips on what you need to start carrying around," said Sandy patting the small bag across his right shoulder. "And there was one more thing. It's a bit embarrassing, but I wanted you to experience what others are going to feel when they have you. Have you ever done it with anyone else?"
Chris looked from Michael to Harry and then back to Sandy. "No," he said. Then it connected. "Wait, you said I had it backwards, you want me to feel it. Are you saying I can fuck someone?"
"That's what I'm here for," Sandy said. "There are a lot of emotional and physical feelings that are involved, and you might not understand why boys enjoy it. Most, perhaps all the boys who will do it with you, are straight. I want you to understand why they do it."
"You came here to let him fuck you?" Michael asked. "Really?"
Sandy nodded his head. "That's why I wanted to meet in private."
"I thought I made that clear, no private meetings. You can do it right here."
"Can you at least," Sandy jerked his head towards where Harry was sitting.
"Nope. He can watch if he wants."
Sandy sensed the fuse was now alight and burning. He knew that on occasions, he had anger management issues, and he was generally good at keeping control. He could see a small tent in Chris's pants, and a larger one in Michael's. But before he could even start the routine his old great granddad Sam had taught him of taking a breath and counting to 10, Michael turned off the TV and demanded,
"And I want to show him how to do it right, so he's going to watch while I fuck you first. Then you can teach him all about how it feels." Michael began unfastening his shorts. "Harry, go to my, uh, I mean Chris's room and get that can that dad gave him."
"I didn't say that you could..." Sandy yelled. The pot was boiling over. All the stress at home with his own brother's fighting, the issues around the Spring, his own precarious position as the Mackey bottom's bottom, and now Michael demanding a fuck he had no right to, Sandy was being pushed too far.
"Then say I can or leave. Make up your mind, are you in or out?" Michael insisted.
That was the last straw. Sandy had had enough. Did Michael really think that 13-year-old Alexander Corbin Jacobs was some prissy, pride-less puppet to be used by any asshole in town? And he lost the battle with his temper.
"Okay, Michael, I'm out of here. But you are correct. It was me that told your Dad what happened at the Choosing Ceremony and how you and Harry sold your own brother down the river because you preferred Harry over Chris and wanted him safe next year. But guess what. From what I know, he's not safe in 1996 and you're not safe now."
Sandy smirked at Chris's two brothers. They were total assholes. Well, Michael, at least. Sandy was new to Mackey politics, but he understood more than this 14-year-old who was attempting to order him about. He knew Raymond well enough by now. He could always get Jason on his side through Kevin, if necessary, and he guessed after Wednesday, Sheldon would owe him. No, he wouldn't be pushed around. He would deal with Chris on his terms, or not at all.
"Michael and Harry, you are not official Mackey bottoms. Not yet anyway. You have no right to be involved or interfere with my obligations to Chris. I'm the official bottom's bottom appointed by the full Council and I came here today to help your brother. You won't let me do that. But, rest assured, I will make sure your own parents and the full Council know who prevented me from doing my duty."
Sandy let that sink in for a minute as everyone remained silent. When Michael and Harry both showed concern, Sandy continued,
"And one more thing. My Dad told me your father is planning to approach the Junior Council about making you a bottom. Yes, you Michael. And Harry, I know your dad wants to take a leaf out of Mr. Brewer's book. He wants you to start next year's choosing with 3 checkmarks. You both got to see that didn't end well for Cal Brewer. Chris, I'm not abandoning you. We will talk after someone knocks some sense into Michael. See you later."
Sandy stood up and walked out the door. All three Corbin brothers were yelling at him to stop, but he kept moving. "Fuck them!" he thought to himself. This whole bottom's bottom thing was shitty enough already. The truth was he had no "official duties" other than making his mouth and ass available when needed. However, he genuinely was trying to help the boys selected on Saturday adjust to their new lives. The Mackey were making him do things he never wanted and he had to follow their rules for now. But still, there were lines he wouldn't cross. Sandy Jacobs was not a kid used to being pushed around by anyone. He would be a leader one day. And for now, he would do all he could to ensure Michael paid for his arrogance in the end. As he unlocked his bike for the long ride back to the Spring, he smiled at his little joke. "Yes, Michael would pay in the end!" he said out-loud.
Fourteen-year-old Gunner was sitting just inside the tree line. Silas, who was thirteen, was further back, along with eleven-year-old Joey Vargas. Emily followed as the Parker brothers joined them.
"That didn't take long," Gunner said. "I guess you didn't get to wake them." He didn't wait for a response, but turned to the three younger boys.
"If you're smart, you guys are going to do what I tell you to do today. If you decide to be stupid, that's fine. I hope you enjoy the consequences. I expect that once it gets hot, I'll get bored, but we'll have to wait a while to see. Let's start out by having the three of you strip naked."
With Emily right there, it was very embarrassing for the boys, especially for her brother, but all three were afraid of what consequences there might be, and yesterday had proved that being naked wasn't the worst thing that could happen.
It was an odd, but good feeling for Emily as she took in the sight of the three boys standing right in front of her. Rich was kind of a waste. At 10, his dick was barely bigger than her index finger. Her brother Joey was 11, but only 4 months older than Rich, but still his dick was bigger - but not impressive, less than 4 inches long. However, it was Caleb's cock that fascinated her. She wished Gunner would make him play with himself. But all she was allowed to do was look. And even that wasn't going to last much longer.
"How does it feel to be naked in front of me?" Emily asked Caleb. She saw his dick twitch a bit when she asked the question and liked what she saw. "Do you really like boys instead of girls?"
"Answer the questions," Gunner said when Caleb looked away from her.
"I like girls," Caleb said. "And it feels horrible. How would you like it if you were naked and we were all dressed?"
"Raise your hands over your head," Emily ordered.
Caleb raised his hands as his dick continued to harden, much to Emily's enjoyment. But her fun was quickly cut short.
"Okay, Emily, you got to see what you wanted," Gunner said. "It's time for you to head back home. And I don't want to see you back here again. If they don't behave today, I'll let you know and then you can tell their dads. But otherwise, just let it go, okay? You got that?"
"Yeah," she said grudgingly. She took one last look at the boys and turned and left.
"Okay," Gunner said after she was gone. "In a few minutes some other boys will be showing up at our house. And they will be expecting a blowjob from you."
"This isn't fair. We haven't done anything to you guys. How about you just let us go."
"Look, we aren't going to force you to do what we tell you. If you want to leave, just go." He waited, knowing that Caleb wouldn't risk pissing off his dad. "Silas, it looks like they are going to play. Tell them who we picked for them."
"For Caleb, it will be Jason Lucci," Silas said after looking at a piece of paper he had pulled from his pocket. "Joey gets Mikey Gaston."
"Shit, no, not him, please," Joey begged. "He's in my grade at school and he'll tell everyone."
"Your choice, just like Caleb. Take it or leave." He waited again to see what Joey would do. When Joey didn't leave, Silas gave the last name.
"For Rich, someone your own age, someone you know very well. Stevie Vargas."
"Fuck you, Silas," Rich said.
"I think you've got that backwards," Gunner said. "But before we're done, I might let my brother fuck you. Or you can ask Joey's brother to do it. You got any more complaints?"
Rich was smart enough to stay quiet.
"Okay, my brother and I will meet you at our house to make sure our parents are gone. You guys wait ten minutes, then leave your clothes here," Gunner said. "Don't take the woods, we expect you to come up the street."
Caleb, Rich, and Joey dreaded what the day was going to bring. They waited for what they hoped was long enough and then stayed in cover until they were past Stephen Upshaws' house. Once on the street, they began to hurry before someone would see them.
As they turned the corner, three boys on bikes were coming at them from the left. Henry Finney, Stevie Jacobs, and Ethan Tucker skidded to a stop in front of them with grins on their faces.
"Forget something before you left the house?" Harry (11.5) asked. "Or is that the new uniform for Springer bottoms?"
"Just leave us alone, please," Joey begged. "We're being punished, and we have to meet some other kids."
"Why should we leave?" Ethan asked. He ignored Stevie when the boy punched him in the shoulder.
"You'll understand it when you're a little older," Caleb said to him. He'd seen Ethan and Stevie Jacobs around but didn't know much about either of them. "It's stuff for older guys, okay? Stuff you guys probably don't know anything about."
"I don't think there's a whole lot those two don't know about," Henry said.
"Let's go," Stevie said to Ethan. "I don't want any part of this. I'll tell you about it later."
Ethan took a good look at the naked boys, especially Caleb, but he allowed Stevie to pull him away. Henry joined them and they rode off on their bikes.
Caleb expected to see the Hudson brothers and Jason Lucci, Mikey Gaston, and Joey's brother, but he saw that Mikey hadn't come alone. Twelve-year-old Ronnie was with him. The Gaston's were well known for being horny all the time, even before either of them entered puberty.
Gunner herded the boys around to the back yard. There was no fence or other protection, but since the Hudson house was the only one on that side of the street, he figured it would be safe enough.
"Ronnie guessed that his brother was getting something and didn't want to miss out on anything fun," Gunner said. "Since he wasn't invited, we'll let you guys decide. If one of you asks him to fuck you, when we're done here, you guys can go back and get your clothes."
"What if none of us ask him?" Caleb said.
"Do you really think you want to go that route?" Gunner said.
Caleb was stuck. He couldn't, he wouldn't allow the Hudson boys to tell his dad he didn't agree with their punishment. Being sent back to his uncle's house would be far worse then letting Mikey's older brother fuck him. And it would have to be him. He wouldn't let the near teen fuck his brother or Joey.
"Ronnie, would you fuck me?"
"You got it," the younger horndog said with enthusiasm. He quickly got undressed.
Caleb was glad the boy's dick wasn't big. It looked to be around 3.75" long, but he had a line of longer hairs above his dick and a few smaller ones on his ball sack. Ronnie took the offered tin and spread the contents liberally over his boner before having Caleb lay on his back and holding his legs up with his arms so he could spread more into the opening he would soon be filling.
"Have you done this before?" Silas asked.
"Oh yeah," he said. "Just ask Mikey."
"He means we have cousins and I've seen him," Mikey said. He didn't want anyone here to know that his brother had poked him at least a dozen times this summer.
"Here comes the fun part," Ronnie said after handing the tin back to Gunner. He put his shoulders under the older boy's knees and pushed them back until his dick contacted the older boy's crack. He then shuffled forward on his knees to push from his hips. He drove suddenly, catching Parker off guard and smiled at the hiss of pain that came out of the boy. He drove forward and upward until the head of his dick was inside. Then he slowed his assault.
All it took at this point was gentle rocking motions that drove him an inch further in and then back. Less than a dozen in all before he felt it coming on. Just as he was about to cum, he drove forward as far as he could before his wiener sauce shot deep into Caleb's bum.
As he was getting fucked, Caleb made one mistake and looked around.
Seeing Joey with a hard-on and showing great interest in what was happening was not unexpected but still unnerving; but it was his brother Rich that bothered him. His brother was on his knees, just two feet away, and absently fondling his dick as he watched with interest what was happening.
Stanley had managed to elude his sister, and was walking the area around where the Parkers'lived. He was about to give up when he heard laughter coming from behind one of the houses.
Unabashed, Stanley strode into the clearing, just in time to see Caleb Parker getting fucked. He hoped he hadn't missed seeing the younger brother get it, too. Maybe he'd even get to fuck one of them. That was a story he wanted to tell his grandfather.
"Hey, who are you?" an older boy asked him as soon as he came around the side and entered the back yard. "Are you one of the new Upshaw kids?"
It was a risk, but he decided not to give his real name to this kid. "Yeah," he said.
"I'm Gunner. Gunner Hudson. When are you guys moving in?"
"Uh, soon, I guess."
"I heard there were two more of you. Where are your brothers?"
"Home, I think," Stanley said. "I've been wandering around for a while."
"These guys are just having some fun. I hope it doesn't bother you any."
"Naw, it's okay, Stanley said. He tried to hide just how okay he thought it really was.
"Well, maybe you could have some fun, too," Gunner said. He didn't let the kid have any idea that he knew whoever he was, he wasn't one of the Upshaw cousins who would soon be moving in.
Sandy decided it was time to get Chase to Tolley's house to pay the price for causing him to get an extra check mark. He didn't know who Tolley might call on for witnesses, but he decided to bring all of his brothers and hope for the best. Naturally, his youngest didn't want his brothers to watch what he had to do.
"Hey, Tolley," he said as they approached the house and saw the boy with three of his cousins. Kevin and his brother Sean were there, plus Dean's brother Hunter. Sandy didn't need to guess why Dean wasn't around. Everyone knew the terrible deal he'd made to keep from becoming a Mackey bottom. Sandy greeted each of them in turn and Kevin gave him a huge smile.
"Is this about what I think it is?" Tolley asked.
"Do you mean the bike or the other thing?" Sandy answered, looking at Sean.
"The other thing. I know that none of you stole my bike," Kevin's younger brother answered.
Sandy smiled at that before turning to Tolley and continuing. "Chase is just beginning to be sorry for what he did. I made sure he got some practice a few times Saturday night." He looked at his brother and asked, "What are you here to do?"
Chase was holding back tears, and it hadn't even started yet. "First, I'm very sorry for holding you down during the rest period and for causing you to get an extra check mark that you didn't deserve. I'm here to give you the first of three blowjobs. It has to be one that meets your approval or it doesn't count. And then, when I'm done, I have to thank you for giving me the opportunity to not start my choosing with a check mark."
Tolley looked at Sandy. Clearly the older boy had told Chase what to say.
"What does `meets my approval' mean?" Tolley asked, looking at Sandy.
"Whatever criteria you wish. My assessment is that you're not the type of kid who would take advantage of it. If I'm wrong, you'll have to live with the consequences of that action, just as Chase has to live with the results of his. I will not attempt to sway your decision. If you say it wasn't good enough, then it doesn't count. But the Jacobs brothers – there's four of us," said Sandy pointing at his siblings, "are not going anywhere. We are in Indian Spring to stay and we have long memories for our friends and especially our enemies. We pay our debts, but we won't be exploited."
"Are you worried that I might not be satisfied?" Tolley asked Chase.
Tears were now starting to run down the boy's cheeks as he said, "Yeah."
"You might do better if you were to have more practice. Would you like to get that practice with Sean and Hunter before you try and satisfy me?"
Chase looked at Sandy.
"It is up to you," Sandy said to his youngest brother. "You caused this and I'm not going to give you advice. You need to make up your own mind."
"Okay," Chase said with barely more than a whisper, "I'll do it."
"Hunter, you can go first if you want one," Tolley said.
Hunter couldn't believe his luck. He'd gotten to fuck his brother at the choosing, and now he was going to get a blowjob from little Chase Jacobs.
Hunter quickly pulled his pants down. "Come and get it, crybaby," he said to Chase.
"Stop," Tolley said. He grabbed Hunter by his shirt collar and literally dragged him away. When they came back five minutes later, Hunter was pulling his pants back up.
"I'm sorry, Chase," he said. "I guess I'll be seeing you guys later."
As he walked off, Tolley said, "He was a total ass with his brother at the Choosing, and again now with Chass. I sent him home and told him to grow up. Chase, get your practice with Sean."
Sean grinned over at Brad Jacobs. They had both walked through the fire of a Mackey Choosing Ceremony together and survived. And now they were best friends. It was true what they said. The Ceremony did bring kids who had gone through it closer together. Like going off to war. You never forgot the buddies you relied on at the most stressful time of your life. Brad had told him about the blowjob he had got from his little brother, and Sean was happy to now be included. And in the end, the truth was, the blowjob he got from Chase wasn't half bad. He was surprised at just how good a job the 10-year-old had done, and said so.
That left Tolley. Neither he nor Sean had been blessed with big dicks, and while his was marginally bigger than his cousin's, it still fit inside Chase's mouth without making the boy gag. And he never once felt teeth. He shot, holding the boy still as he emptied his load into his mouth.
"Thank you for letting me have the chance to have my check mark removed," Chase said after he swallowed. "I hope it was good enough."
"Well, let me think," Tolley said, keeping the boy on pins and needles. "I guess it met the minimum standards. I'll accept it as one of the three you owe me."
"You guys want to stick around and shoot some hoops?" he asked.
"I've got to meet with Tucker soon," Sandy said. "Brad can stay if he wants, but Chase and Stevie are going to go back with me." He ignored Stevie's complaint.
"I'll make sure Brad gets back safe and sound," Kevin said. "Things have gotten a little strange lately."
"Yeah, I heard about what happened at Old Knot."
"Did you hear that the motorcycle Darrel had rebuilt was trashed? He's super pissed about it. Today was going to be his first ride on it."
"No, I hadn't heard about that," Sandy said, looking back at Brad. "Let Kevin walk with you until you're back in the Lower Spring," he said to his brother and accepted the nod he got as an okay.
"Thanks," Sandy said to Kevin. To Tolley, he said, "Thanks for not taking advantage. I'm really embarrassed that he did what he did. I'll bring him back in a few days for round two."
"You must be one of the cousins of Nathan Upshaw," Gunner Hudson asked the new kid.
"Yeah," Stanley said, wishing he knew more about the Upshaws'. Nathan was a Springer name he recognized, but it didn't sound like the right name.
"Then your brother's name must be Stephen, right?"
That was the name! Stanley knew he'd screwed up. Stephen was the Upshaw who lived here already. "No, that's my cousin," he said, trying to get out of the lie. "My brother's name is Nathan. I didn't understand your question at first."
Gunner came over and stood right next to Stanley. "Stephen's cousins are Glen and Brent. Now, I want to know who the hell you are. And think very carefully before you answer."
"I'm Stanley Livingston," he said. "My mom knows someone who lives here and were visiting them."
"What's your mom's friend's name?"
"Uh, Saria," Stanley said, using his sister's name.
"Saria what?" Gunner asked. He reached out and grabbed the front of Stanley's shirt when he saw the boy was about to run.
"Uh, I forget. We're not related, she's just someone my mom knew as a kid."
"I see," Gunner said as he pulled the boy closer to the center of the backyard. "Would you like to have some fun while you're here? I'll let you fuck any one of these boys except my brother."
Stanley was relieved. It seemed the older kid had bought it. And now he had a chance to do the ultimate act that would make his grandfather the happiest Mackey around.
Stanley had already fucked Caleb. Now his choice was simple. "Could I do it to him?" Stanley said, pointing at Rich.
Gunner looked at Rich and asked, "Have you ever been fucked?"
Rich had been. But he couldn't admit it here. Only his brother and Miguel knew about it. And of course, his cousins. "No," he said.
"Well, there's a first time for everything," Gunner mused. He turned back to Stanley and said, "Go ahead and get undressed. You'll have to go slow. Fucking a virgin takes some care. But you don't mind if it hurts him a bit, do you? Rich is almost eleven, so he's old enough for you."
Stanley was shy. He'd never been naked around other kids. He pulled his shirt off, kicked off his shoes, and after one moment of embarrassment to overcome, he pulled his pants and boxers down together and stepped out of them.
"Just before you do it," Gunner said, "Rich would like to know who you really are."
Stanley turned and saw that the bigger boy was holding all of his clothing. He'd been a fool, and now he was a naked fool.
"Tell me everything," Gunner said to the shivering boy. "If I even suspect a lie, I'm going to let Rich Parker fuck you."
"I'm Stanley Butler. My mother is Wayne Mackey's daughter, and I'm visiting his house."
"I'll bet you're the creep who told my dad about the swimming hole," Caleb said. "You're the reason I have to be naked."
"What did you tell Mr. Parker?" Gunner asked.
"That he let that Mexican kid fuck him," Stanley said.
"You been messing around with the De La Cruz boys?" Gunner asked Caleb.
Caleb knew that most people looked down on the De La Cruz family. "I hang with them. We're friends, but no, we're not that kind of friends. He's lying. And he lied to my dad because his grandfather, old Wayne Mackey, missed out on fucking my father back when they were kids."
"What a wonderful story," Gunner said. "You know what, Stanley? I think Caleb is correct about you lying to his dad. Caleb and Rich and Joey always said nothing happened that day. I can understand how you'd like to get in good with your grandfather by lying. I know old Wayne. A cranky old bugger." He hung on to Stanley's clothes.
"Can I have my clothes back?" Stanley asked.
"You wanted to watch what was going on, so I'm going to let you stick around. I might even let you play a bit. But for now, I'm going to hang on to these. You can leave if you want. We won't stop you."
Gunner turned back to the other boys. "Okay, the opening acts are over, now it is time for the real event. Who wants to go first?"
The only hands that went up were from the guests Gunner and Silas had invited.
"Why not do all three at once?" Silas suggested.
"Fine idea, especially since I think these boys actually told their parents the truth. We'll get this done with quickly."
"Go ahead and get ready," Silas said. This had been his idea all along, and he was happy to now take charge. "We promised you three a blowjob, and that is what you are going to get."
"Can I do what Ronnie did instead?" Stevie asked.
Silas thought for a second. "Ask him, if he says you can, then cool. If not, you'll have to settle for a blowjob."
Rich didn't trust Silas for a second, and he was worried that the younger Hudson brother would make him do something worse if he didn't say yes. Besides, he'd seen Stevie Vargas naked on several occasions and knew the kid's dick was no bigger than his own. When Stevie asked him, he nodded his head.
"Fine," Silas said. He was disappointed, he'd had a major penalty planned. But he could still make it interesting. "But if you want him to use lubrication you have to blow the creep before you leave," he said, pointing at Stanley.
"Okay," Rich said. He didn't want to do anything with or for the boy who had told his dad and caused all of this, but at least the kid didn't live here. And he didn't want to give Silas any reason to add to his misery.
Silas flipped the tin to Stevie.
"While they're doing that, you two can get started, and before you ask, no more fucking, just the blowjobs you were promised," Silas said to Jason Lucci and Mikey.
After watching his older brother fuck Caleb, Mikey wanted to fuck Joey, but he decided it was safest to not ask. The Hudson brothers were acting pretty weird; almost dangerous.
"Just think, next time we're sitting next to each other in the cafeteria at school you'll be hoping I don't start talking about this with other kids," Mikey said to Joey as the boy knelt down in front of him. "Maybe you'll be hoping so much that you'll come up with a plan to buy my silence."
Joey's heart sank. He knew what it would take to keep his former friend from blabbing about it at lunch. He took Mikey's 3.5" dick into his mouth and used what he learned with Caleb to get it over with as quickly as possible.
Lucci had nothing against Caleb. He was almost a full year younger and this would be the last time he'd get to enjoy the boy. He'd fucked him yesterday, and that had been great. Now he looked forward to a blowjob.
Caleb stared at the twitching dick in front of him for a few seconds before starting. At over five inches long, it was considerably bigger than Joey's and a bit longer than his cousin's dick. But he was able to get most of it in, and made good use of his tongue, and quickly felt Jason's body starting to tense. He grabbed a couple of quick breaths in preparation for what he knew was coming, and when the boy shot, he was able to swallow it without choking.
Stevie had been able to fuck one of his same-age cousins once, so he had some idea of what to do with Rich. He drove in, his dick barely getting past the tight but slippery ring at the base of the white globes. It felt good, and he had a dry cum after just a few strokes.
"Caleb and Joey, you two will come to our house tomorrow to finish this," Gunner said. "I might be able to convince your fathers to end your punishment, but even if I do, you still owe me and Silas." He didn't tell them than only Mr. Parker had asked them to continue punishing his boys. Mr. Vargas hadn't said a word to him about Joey. It had been Joey's sister's idea to include him. Even if Mr. Parker told them to stop, it didn't mean he would have to if the boys didn't hear it from their father. He could always lie about it if he wanted to.
"What about me," Stanley asked. "Can I have my clothes back now? Please?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot about you," Silas said. "Rich owes you a blowjob. Get it done first," he said to the younger Parker boy.
Stanley was a bit on the chubby side, and his dick looked like it was no more than two inches long. But he did have a few hairs around it. Rich didn't have much choice. The kid wasn't hard yet.
"Get it stiff first," he said, but Silas overrode him.
"That's your job, get to it."
The kid's dick was more like three inches soft once Rich could see all of it. The kid's belly had hidden part of it. And when he got it hard it only grew another half an inch. But the kid was into it as soon as he started and Rich was pretty sure it was the boy's first blowjob. Three quick bursts of watery cum was all the kid had.
Gunner laughed at seeing the look of disgust on the younger Parker boy as he separated from the kid. "Here, I'll leave you the kid's clothes, and we'll see you tomorrow." Gunner dumped Stanley's clothes next to Caleb and he and his brother left, not caring what happened between the other boys. "You guys clear out of here and go back and hope your clothes are where you left them.
It was a mad dash, this time four naked boys instead of three, as they made their way past the Upshaw house and back into the woods. Stanley tried to get his clothes from the younger boy, but Caleb came over and took them.
"I didn't lie," Stanley said to Caleb once they were in the safety of the woods. "I saw what happened. I told your dad the truth. And I'm going to tell him more unless you give me my clothes right now."
"I've got a better idea," Caleb said. "We're going to take your clothes. We'll leave them in the house you said you were moving into, I hope you know which one it is. And then we're going to go and tell my pa that you lied. We're going to tell him who's grandson you are. And we'll see where things go from there."
With Stanley's clothes in hand, the three boys returned to the street, running as fast as they could. Stanley followed them until he reached the end of the tree line. In the distance he could make out a couple of other houses. But unlike the other boys, he just couldn't bring himself to step out into the open completely naked. He returned to the clearing, not sure what he was going to do.
After Sandy and his two youngest brothers left, Tolley, Kevin, Sean, and Brad shot baskets for a while, until Tolley said he needed to go inside for a bit. Kevin followed him, and Sean and Brad were pretty sure it was a planned meeting.
"So, did you decide who you're going to fuck first?" Sean asked as soon as he and Brad were alone. It was the same question he had asked Brad as the two of them left Old Knot about 48 hours ago.
"I, uh, I mean, I want to, kind of," Brad said. "But somehow it doesn't seem right. Not Judge for sure, and I really feel bad for Chris. He has to quit the sport he loves. Bert is such a little guy. I don't know."
"You didn't mention Brewer," Sean said. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about him."
"I know you aren't mad at me, but do you have any sense that things weren't fair? I mean, Sheldon ignored me, even when I should have gotten check marks. And the guys you had to suck, uuugg."
"None of that was your fault. Yeah, I do feel like I didn't get a fair break, and I was jealous of you. But I don't hold that against you. You had Sandy, and Sheldon likes him. I had Kevin, and Sheldon hardly even notices him."
"Wait, are you saying I got off easy because Sheldon Redd likes Sandy? Likes, as in," he made a motion with his middle finger going into a circle made with his left hand.
"Yeah, I am, but that isn't your fault. I'm not mad at you. Not in the least. Don't worry about it, I got through it."
"Have you ever had a blowjob?" Brad asked.
Sean paused before answering. "Yeah. Three of them, all from guys, but I'm not naming names. And I've given a few too. Before the ceremony, I mean. I've got a ton of cousins and not all of them are like Fairlane or Hunter. Or even Dean. He only made those deals to keep from being bottomed. Mackey boys get horny. We make bets. We, uh, trade. Do you do stuff like that with your cousins?"
"No. Until a few weeks ago, I hardly knew what a blowjob was. I hated it when I had to give them, and then I saw you and didn't feel so bad. And that wasn't right."
"Don't go getting all mushy on me," Sean said. "You are not responsible for the outcome. Let's go back to talking about fucking Cal Brewer in three days."
"You said you and your cousins trade. Does that mean, uh..."
"It means you blow me and I'll blow you. Is that what you want? I'm not opposed to that, but only if you want to do it, not if you're doing it because you feel like you owe me. I want you to like doing it, or we don't do it at all."
"I don't like doing it. I probably never will. That's my brother Stevie's thing. But I do like getting it. I like it enough to make you the same deal Chase had with Tolley. If I give you one but it isn't good enough then I have to do it again."
"Fair enough. But the same thing goes for me. If you're sure about this, let's go out back somewhere before Kevin and Tolley come back out."
They found a perfect spot and both undressed. "I'll go first," Brad said. He looked at Sean's dick, which was hard but small. He had a good crop of hairs coming in, though, so he knew that the end result was going to involve cum.
He did the best job he knew how to do, and towards the end he had Sean rocking into him and moaning before he tensed up and shot. Brad swallowed it all.
"Your turn," he said.
"Wait, uh, I have bad news," Sean said. "That wasn't good enough. It doesn't count. You'll have to do it again."
Brad considered if he was being played, and decided he wasn't. "Okay, fair enough. But you do me first and we'll see if you can do any better."
Brad's dick was longer but thinner, and he shot about the same amount that Sean had. In truth, it was easily the best blowjob he'd had, not that he'd had that many. But he shook his head.
"No, it wasn't perfect. I guess we'll both have to do it again."
"Okay, no problem, but later. I hear Kevin and Tolley out there. Let's get dressed before they find us. And next time we meet, which I hope is soon, we'll do it again. Okay?"
"Yeah, fine. As long as it takes until we're both satisfied."
Jonathan Parker had never been so surprised in his life. The moment Caleb described the kid who'd told him about what had happened at the pond, he knew it was the same boy who'd come with a girl and told him. And when Caleb said he was Wayne Mackey's grandson, it all fit.
"Look, I'm sorry. I believed him and his sister. I can't undo what happened. But you can stop working with the Hudson boys."
Joey was horribly upset when he learned that his father hadn't authorized the Hudson's to do anything to him. And when he told them that Emily and Stevie had been there and humiliated him, Emily was immediately taken to her room by their mother for a painful meeting with a hairbrush while Stevie got the same from his father in the living room. It didn't undo what had happened to him, not by a long shot, but it did make him feel better hearing the simultaneous cries of pain from each of his siblings.
Not far away, a very scared and ashamed Stanley Butler hid along the edge of the trees. It had only been about an hour since the other kids had taken his clothes, but he just couldn't go walking around naked. He prayed that his grandfather would come and find him. Only it wasn't his grandfather. It was his twin sister.
"Saria," he called as loud as he dared. The last thing he wanted was to have her see him naked, but it was better than the alternative.
She smiled as she saw him with his hands over his crotch. "What happened to your clothes?" she asked.
"Some boys tricked me. They took them and put them in some house up there." He pointed with his nose, unwilling to move his hands. "Please go and get them for me."
"I'll get them, but first I want you to move your hands. I haven't seen you in years."
With great reluctance, he did as she ordered. Her laughter was a crushing blow to the little self-esteem he still had. "You don't even have hair yet," she said.
"So, you'll get my clothes?"
"I want to hear the truth first. I don't think a bunch of random boys tricked you out of your clothes. Tell me what really happened or I'll leave and find some other kids and send them here."
"No, why would you do that? We're family!" But Stanley knew she would. He'd snuck away from her, and treated her badly. He told her the truth. "Now will you get my clothes?"
"Okay," she said. She saw the look of relief on her twin's face. "But I won't bring them to you," she added, smiling at the look of horror she now saw. "They are just a little way up the road. I'm going to take them back to grandpa's house. I'll tell him how you let Mr. Parker know who we were. How you made me tell him lies in order to get his kids into trouble, but it was you who got caught by them. He's going to be furious with you. You'll have to go back naked. And don't wait until dark, remember, mom and our cousins are coming for dinner."
Five cousins, from his dad's side of the family. Three girls and two boys. And the boys picked on him most of the time already. He couldn't show up naked while they were there. He only had a few hours before they would arrive, and it wasn't going to get dark before that time was up.
He watched his sister run off. He couldn't run as fast as her, especially with both hands clamped over his privates. His grandfather lived on the other side of the Crazy Indian, and the only way he knew to get there was to go north to where the road split and take the branch to the right, cross the stream, and then back south. A half hour's walk. And he'd only gone a fraction of the distance before the first kids spotted him.
He didn't know it, but was soon to find out, the three boys in front of him were all Upshaws'. And they'd found a pile of clothing in the house that two of them were about to move into. It was to take him over an hour to get home, and his sister had his clothing, a gift from Glen, Brent, and Stephen Upshaw in exchange for the location of the boy who wanted them. Stanley learned a lot about blowjobs in that hour. Giving them, not getting them.
The events of the last few days were beginning to wear on Sandy Jacobs as he rode his bike to Bert Mackey's house. His meeting with Chris Corbin had turned out to be a disaster. But he looked forward to telling his Dad what happened over dinner that evening. He would make sure Michael paid for being such a prick. He would mention it to Sheldon as well when he stayed there on Wednesday. His old friends from Bartlett would learn a hard lesson about respect. The thing with Chass and Tolley had gone okay, in the end, but he knew the kid was testing him. Tolley had no right to be offering blow-jobs from his kid-brother to Hunter and Sean. But he was happy Hunter had been put in his place and Sean was now Brad's best friend and almost part of the family. So that didn't matter much. He thought of Jason, Kevin and Sean as first cousins – close relatives, not like the distant cousins they really were. Kevin and Sean had been there and supported him all through his planning for the Choosing Ceremony, and he recognized they each had major roles in his future plans as well.
But now, he was late for his appointment with Bert. He hoped this time things went better. When he got there, he saw four boys were in the driveway. Bert never had looked any smaller to Sandy than he did right then.
"We were kind of wondering why you want to meet with him?" said the oldest, Gerald, who was Bert's older brother. At 13, he was clearly the leader.
Sandy looked around at the kids in front of him. Apart from Gerald, they were all younger and non-threatening. And he knew Gerald from his class his school. He was quiet, not one of the "cool kids," no brainiac, or a sports jock, and certainly not a bully. Gerry, as Sandy knew his few friends called him, kept a low profile, but was basically a good kid with a solid rep for loyalty to his buddies. Sandy felt he could trust this guy, so he went into the spiel he had used at the Corbin house when asked this question.
"I want to explain his duties as a bottom, let him know when to say no and what to expect when guys start making appointments, make sure he's okay with the record keeping, and give him a few tips on what he needs to start carrying around," said Sandy patting the small bag across his right shoulder. "I know he's not a full access bottom just yet, but he needs to be prepared for his new life. And there was one more thing. It's a bit embarrassing." He stared directly at Gerry looking for any sign of mockery. "I wanted him to understand why boys are going to want to use him," Sandy said. "And how it feels to them when they do."
"So how is he supposed to know that?" Gerry asked. "Shit, until Saturday, I didn't even know how it felt. I still really don't, that day was kind of a blur to me."
"The best way I can think of to do that is to let him use me."
"Use you for what?" Bert asked.
Sandy swung around and faced the young looking 12-year-old. He was so much smaller than his own brother Brad. Then briefly flashing the other boys what he hoped they understood as a threatening glare, he asked,
"Bert, have you ever had your dick in a boy's bottom?"
"NO! Anyone who told you that is a liar."
"No one told me. It was just a question. You've now had boy's dicks up your ass, but do you understand why they enjoyed it so much?" The small boy shook his head. "I want to let you understand by letting you stick your dick in my butt. No tricks, no threats. It's my choice to make, and once you do, I think you'll understand why boys will want to do it to you."
"You mean you plan to let my brother fuck you?" Gerry asked. Sandy nodded. "Why would you do that? Do you like having dicks up your butt?"
"No, I don't, and I've had more than a few," said Sandy, astounded that the Gerry he knew from school had the balls to ask such a question. But he let it ride for now. "You said you didn't even know how it felt before the Choosing Ceremony. But your brother doesn't understand. So, I'll teach him."
"I, uh, I don't know," Gerry said.
"Here we go again," thought Sandy to himself. "Gerry, it should be Bert who decides. He's the Mackey bottom, not you."
"Okay, but not you," Gerry said. "Let's go to the basement." He led his brothers and Sandy into the house. In the front room the dirty blond could hear a TV, and he could smell coffee. But neither their mom nor dad came to see who was here or what they were doing. Sandy knew it was that way at his house, too. His parents generally trusted him.
"You said not me?" Sandy asked. "I want to make sure you understand. I won't be fucking Bert, he'll be fucking me."
"No, he won't. He'll fuck me." All heads turned to stare at Gerry. "I should have tried to protect him, and I didn't. I know it wouldn't have mattered, but I still feel shitty about that. And there's something else. I don't know how to do it, and I sure as hell hope my brothers don't, either. You do, and you're going to show them how to do it so that they don't hurt Bert."
Sandy had not expected this. He didn't know what to say. What Gerry proposed even made sense. He said the only thing he could think of.
"I forgot. Your brothers and cousins are allowed to use him for the next sixty days," Sandy said. "After that, the rules are clear about anyone under the age of 12. I agree, they need to be included."
Gerry sighed and pulled Sandy to a bedroom in the corner of the basement, away from his brothers.
"They want to, but I think they are too eager. Bert isn't looking forward to that. Same for my cousins. Maybe you can help them remember he is family, not just something to be used? That would be just as an important lesson to learn, I think. And Bert is totally scared that I will use him, and, you know, until Saturday I never even gave that a thought. But now that I'm allowed to, I can't stop thinking about it. I don't want to hurt my brother. What can I do?"
"The only thing I can suggest is that you use the other bottoms," Sandy said. "It's not that I don't have an answer for you about how you feel for Bert, but I think it is something you need to deal with on your own. I am very happy to hear that you don't want to hurt him. On the other hand, you do know that kids our age will have access to him soon enough. You can't stop that."
"Yeah, but still," Gerry said. "I want you to teach us all how to do it. Teach by using me. I deserve it. Also, anything you can say to Bert or my other brothers to keep it from becoming an orgy would help."
"This is a big step, and it can't be undone once it's over," Sandy said to the other boy. "Are you really sure? Because I promise you, Bert is going to enjoy it. And that's the reason I want him to experience it, so he knows why boys will want to do it. Maybe that will lessen the emotional pain he will suffer by having to submit to his younger brothers."
"Yeah, I'm sure. I, uh, don't want you to actually do it, but..."
"Gerry, I won't fuck you. But if you want, I will show all three of your brothers how to do it, and I want Bert to be the one to actually stick his dick in you. It will be up to you if you let his brothers do it or not. But I won't be doing it to you."
"Will it hurt?" Gerry asked.
"Some. It depends on how big your brothers are. I will show them how to use a lubricant to lessen the pain and prevent injury. And I'll tell you how to make it easier on yourself. But it is likely that there will be some pain. You fucked Bert, and that hurt him, but he survived. You still want to do it or do you want to let him fuck me?"
The teen sat on the bed, considering his answer. After a few seconds, he said, "No, it should be me, not you. Other boys have already done it to him, how can I chicken out on something he's already experienced. But one thing."
"What's that?"
"I want to know how it feels to do it with someone who isn't my brother. Can I do it to you when they're done?"
"Yeah, I'll allow that," said Sandy with reluctance. As the bottom's bottom he certainly had no obligation to permit other kids to use him. But Gerry was different. He was trying to help his kid-brother, so Sandy would make an exception in this case. He knew Gerry would owe him. That could be useful later on. And Gerry was the type of ally he needed. Not a leader himself, but loyal.
Gerry called his brothers into the room and explained what was about to happen.
"I already know how to grease him," Vince said. "I got to do it along with my cousins at the ceremony."
"Okay then, you can teach your brothers and I'll supervise," Sandy said.
"First, you have to wash your hands," Sandy heard him say. He looked over at Gerry. "Last chance to back out."
"Thanks, but no. I have to do this. My brothers aren't bad, but I've got to know the right way before my cousinsstart on him. I own his ass, but Sheldon told me I still have to follow the rules."
"You do," Sandy said. He took one look at Gerry's dick and noted that for a 13-year-old it wasn't especially big. He guessed a quarter inch under 5 inches. He wondered, but didn't ask, why the boy was already erect.
More than happy to be in charge for once, Vince took over. Sandy hardly had to say a word, the boy remembered how to do it. He even showed the other two where the secret spot was and all three laughed when it made Gerry's dick twitch.
"Okay, that's enough," Sandy said. "Don't torture your brother. How many of you would volunteer to do what he is allowing you to do?" The looks on their faces was enough of an answer.
Bert went first. Despite the fact that he looked like he was ten, at least his dick was not horribly small. Less than 4", but still bigger than Sandy had expected. Sandy gave instruction to both of them and helped to get Gerry in the best position.
"Wow," Bert said when his dick slipped in on the first try. Then he started pushing in harder. "WOW," he said louder. "This is, uh, really great. I could do this all night."
"And now you know how other boys will be feeling when they say things like that to you," Sandy said. It embarrassed the kid, and Sandy had to urge him to continue. After several minutes of in-out motion, it was clear that Bert had had an orgasm. However, when he pulled out there was no indication that he had cum.
Sam was next. He had a smaller dick, but not by much. And somewhat to Bert's surprise, his dick had a small bead of watery cum on the tip when he pulled out.
Next was Vince, and he was the surprise. The youngest boy, still only 10, but the length of his dick was between that of Sam and Bert's. But as much as he enjoyed it, no cum.
"Was it fun?" Sandy asked when Vince finished. They all smiled and laughed and said it was.
"How would you feel if you had to allow that to happen to you?" Sandy asked. "To allow your brothers, your cousins, your friends, even your enemies, to do that. And to hear them laugh and cheer about it when it was done?"
Suddenly the room was much quieter.
"Think about that each and every time Bert has to let someone do it. Think how he feels. This is a long and established tradition, and it provides relief to young and growing boys. It has a purpose, and Bert has been told that. But he is still your brother. Do it while you're allowed to, and don't pretend you don't enjoy it because you will. But remember always, Bert is your brother."
He let that sink in for a minute before continuing.
"Now, you guys are going to teach Gerry how to do it," Sandy said. He removed his pants and took the spot Gerry had been in.
Bert led the training and Sandy listened in, correcting him twice and adding one thing he missed. Then he prepared himself for Gerry.
And for Gerry, there was no way to express how he felt. When he had done it at the ceremony, he was so ashamed he had blotted it out completely. He'd been jacking off for a couple of years now. His cousin Robin and he had given each other hand jobs. But nothing compared to this. And for the first time, he completely understood why Sandy had come. When it was done, he couldn't find all the words necessary to thank him.
Before he left, Sandy filled Bert in on the other things he needed to know and what he needed to carry with him.
"I will be coming around here a lot, Bert," Sandy explained, "to check on you and to make sure you're okay. But if you ever have a problem about anything to do with being a Mackey bottom, ring me. Here's my number." He handed over a legal pad sized piece of paper. "If I'm not home, call Sheldon. His details are there as well. He's actually in charge of all the bottoms and he'll be seeing you in the next day or so as well. If neither of us are home, ring Raymond. I know he's the Council president, but I guarantee he will make whatever time you need. As a Mackey bottom, you have a lot of support and protection from the whole Council if you ever need it."
"Are you still angry with me for yelling at you last night?" Kelley's father asked. "You've hardly said a word to me since then."
"No. I know why you were mad. To be honest, part of the reason I didn't ask was because I was sure you'd say no, and I wanted to help Sandy Jacobs. He and his father are at odds on the development issue too."
"You think we're at odds about that?"
"Well, you said you wanted to stop fighting it and move out, and I want to stay here, so yeah, I think we are."
"We're not," his father said. "I'm exhausted, and trouble in the Spring and surprises from you aren't helping. I am afraid we are going to lose the battle, but regardless of what I said yesterday morning, I'm not giving up."
"Okay. Thanks for correcting me. Did you convince Mr. Parker to not try to make Caleb a Springer bottom?"
His dad sighed. "Partially. He's not having his son draped over a tree branch, but I hear other things are still happening. Speaking of which, I heard that from Ethan. After I told you to tell him to stay away from the Parkers'house, he was there anyway, and said you never told him to keep clear of the place."
Kelley could only look down in shame. "I ran into Sandy and got caught up in his plans. I forgot. I'm sorry. Was Ethan, uh, okay?"
"It would seem that Stevie Jacobs has more sense than Ethan, but yes, he didn't get involved. And I would rather you not get involved in it, too. Let me work on that."
"I haven't been back since I left yesterday and I don't plan to. After what was done to me, what he was doing was, uh, kind of sickening. If you're worried I'd take advantage of it, don't! I'm not interested."
"I'm glad to hear that," his father said. "So many things that happened when I was a kid keep coming back to roost."
"Okay," Kelley said. "I guess I want to relax for a while and then go to bed."
"Okay," his dad said. "Just don't give me any more surprises, okay?"
"Yeah," Kelley said. "I'll be at the Headleys' tomorrow morning."
"I'm glad you remembered that. Do a good job. I know you don't think it is fair, but I do."
"Actually, dad, I do think it is fair. I guess I'm getting off easy. I just hope Tripp isn't around."