Written by Charles Well <charles.well@yandex.com> and Sarge AKA Aldric <pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com> and Nick <newnick1@yahoo.com>
(C) 2019)
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/
Also see map.pdf and Springer Families.pdf in the Sandy Jacobs folder on Nifty. There is also an extensive family tree of the Mackey family available in this folder as well.
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 original intention was to conclude the Sandy Jacobs Story after Chapter 10. But my primary co-author and invaluable assistant, Pietar, convinced me that the many loose ends left open by the original author, Jonas Henley, needed to be resolved. As a result, he became the principal author of Chapters 11, 12, and 13. Thank you Pietar for your original ideas, brilliant writing and your continued dedication and commitment to this project. Now a third author, Nick, has volunteered to take on the role of crafting the future long-term direction of the story. You may recall that Nick was first involved in Chapter 12C. Please ensure you make Nick welcome by dropping him a line.
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Sandy awoke suddenly when his pillow started bouncing up and down. "Get up Sandy. It's election day and we gotta go and vote," said Brad excitedly as he tugged the corner of Sandy's pillow.
"What time is it?" asked Sandy.
"It's 7:30 but Mom wants us to have breakfast before we leave. Come on, get up."
"I'm the one running for office, not you. Just calm down already."
"I know you're the one running for office, but I'm meeting Sean at the clubhouse at 9:00 and I don't want to be late. So if you want my vote you better get up," said Brad as he gave the pillow a final shake and left the room.
Sandy was now laughing to himself as he realized why his brother was so excited. Brad was really becoming a horny little dude and Sandy thought that was great. Then his mind snapped back to the importance of today. This was the day he would find out if he had made it onto the Council.
The dirty blond teen pulled on his jeans and looked for a shirt he felt made him look good. He wasn't allowed to campaign at the Clubhouse on election day, but maybe he'd meet someone on the way he could talk to. Then he hurried downstairs for breakfast.
Sandy joined Chase and Brad who were already sitting at the table enjoying their pancake breakfast. Clearly, Stevie must have been sleeping-in that morning. Chase's pancakes had a whipped cream face decorating them. Sandy admired the artwork and commented, "Cool breakfast Chase."
"Yeah, I'm eating his eyes first," said the 10-year-old with an evil grin. Chase would be 11 in May and could vote at the Choosing Ceremony this year if he wanted. It was hard to believe when he still acted like a little kid sometimes.
The boys dad entered the room carrying a cup of coffee and joined them at the table. "So, today is the big day. Are you excited?"
"I'm not sure if I'm excited or nervous," Sandy replied. "I think I'm just glad it's here. Tonight I'll know if I'm on the Council or not."
"Well I'm going to buy a six pack of root beer for a victory toast tonight. I've seen how hard you worked for this and I'm betting that all that effort is going to pay off."
"I hope you're right Dad."
"Do you have any plans for the day, after voting of course?"
"I think Kevin and I are going to walk around town and see if we find any kids who haven't voted yet."
"Boy! You aren't letting up, are you?"
"Not until the voting is done. Jason said they usually have the votes counted by 9 pm and they'll call me then."
"Well if you get bored waiting, I'll be raking the yard and starting spring cleanup chores. You're welcome to join in if you need something to do."
"I'll keep that in mind," Sandy chuckled.
Mr. Jacobs got up from his chair and moved behind Sandy and put his hands on the boy's shoulders. "No matter what happens today, everyone in this house knows you're the best man for the job, and we think you're going to win it." Then he headed out of the kitchen.
"Thanks Dad," Sandy called after him.
"Hurry up Sandy it's almost 8:30," said Brad as he finished the last bites of his breakfast.
"If I don't finish this pancake Mom will kill me so just hold your horses."
"I'm ready so I'll meet you out front," said Brad as he took his plate to the sink before leaving the room.
"Okay, I'll be there in a minute."
Sandy finished eating, ruffled Chase's hair and headed out to meet Brad. Today is my day, he thought. He paused at the front door to yell a loud goodbye to his parents then headed outside. He was surprised to see Kevin and Sean sitting on their bikes chatting with Brad.
"It's about time," said his brother.
Sandy ignored Brad and spoke to Kevin. "I thought we were going to meet at the Clubhouse."
"We were," Kevin replied. "But Sean just couldn't wait to get going so we decided to meet you here. Seems he wants to get the voting out of the way so they can have more time at Cal's place."
"Alright then," said Sandy with a laugh. "Let's get this show on the road." And with that, the four boys took off down the street heading to the Clubhouse.
When they arrived at their destination, Sandy was surprised that no one else was around. It was still a few minutes before 9 but he expected kids to be waiting.
"Wow! This place is empty. Where are the voters?" he thought out loud.
"It's Saturday morning. Lots of boys have chores to do and some just want to sleep in," said Kevin. "It'll get crowded in the afternoon. Just be patient."
"I guess," answered Sandy. "I sort of thought it might be like last night."
"There's a difference between Friday night and Saturday morning. Just relax. Your voters will be coming."
Just then Raymond Mackey opened the door to the Clubhouse. "Looks like you boys have the honor of casting the first votes of the day. Come on in."
Sandy, Kevin, Brad and Sean stepped inside the building and were rather surprised to be greeted by two adults sitting at a table. Even though it was the Junior Council election, the voting process was handled by Senior Council members. Each boy was asked his name and his parents' names. Then they were checked against the voters list and finally handed a ballot. As official current Mackey bottoms, Sandy and Kevin were in fact given 3 papers each. It gave the dirty blond much more confidence in the outcome of today's election knowing that most of that powerful voting block, the bottoms, were in his camp of supporters.
The boys sat down and filled out their ballots. They then folded them in half, as instructed, and returned to the front where they handed the folded papers to another adult who slipped them into a padlocked box. In less than five minutes they were outside discussing their plans for the day.
"It was really cool seeing your name printed on the ballot Sandy," commented Brad.
"Yeah, I liked it too. I hope you voted for me," said Sandy with a smile.
"It was a tough choice, but, yeah, I did."
"Thanks little brother."
"Just remember you owe me one."
"I'll remember that the next time you need help getting out of trouble."
"I hate to interrupt this brotherly love session, but what do you want to do now?" asked Kevin.
"Me and Brad are going over to Cal's for a little fun," Sean said as he rubbed his crotch.
"Don't you guys ever want to try someone new?" asked Kevin.
"Not really," replied Brad. "Cal takes real good care of us and besides, he's a friend."
"Well I'd like to ride around town a bit and see if I can drum up any more votes," said Sandy.
"If you don't mind the company, I'll ride along with you. I don't have any appointments till this afternoon," Kevin stated.
Just as they were ready to take off a familiar figure came walking up the path.
"Morning guys," said 13-year-old Tanner Mackey.
"Morning Tanner," Sandy replied. "I hope you're here to vote for me."
"Course I am. I came into town with Cooper and Reeve and while they're at the ball field I came up to do my voting. Cooper is coming after baseball practice and you can count on his vote too."
"Thanks Tanner. I won't let you down."
"I know that Sandy and I hope my three votes will help you get elected. I'd don't mean to be rude but I gotta keep moving guys. I got some morning appointments." Tanner said goodbye to the group and went into the Clubhouse.
Brad and Sean headed off to Cal's house and Kevin and Sandy decided to go to the ball field. If there was baseball practice there would be kids hanging around watching and Sandy might steer some voters his way.
Kelly had showered and dressed and was heading into the kitchen for a bit of breakfast before heading out to vote. It felt funny not having Malcolm around. It had become a pretty regular thing for his friend to stay over Friday nights and he and Kelly would spend the weekend together. When Kelly asked why he wasn't staying over, he just said he had some things to do. Kelly knew he wasn't telling the truth but he didn't push the matter as he thought it might have something to do with his Dad and his drinking. Even though the man had been doing better lately, Friday was payday and sometimes that meant trouble. Kelly trusted Malcolm's judgment, but the feeling that his buddy wasn't being completely honest bothered him a bit.
His concerns must have shown on his face because as soon as he entered the kitchen Ashton looked up from the cereal box he was reading and said," Don't worry about Malcolm. He's gonna have a fun day and he's gonna make a new friend."
"Oh, I wasn't worried," Kelly started to say before he realized there was no use trying to hide anything from his youngest brother. "Well, maybe I was a little worried."
"He's gonna have a good morning and then he's coming over here," said the 9-year-old as he broke into a big smile.
"Thanks bro. I do feel better knowing everything's okay." Kelly was able to relax because he knew Ashton was always right.
Malcolm had been up for over an hour. He had fixed himself some toast for breakfast and was finishing a glass of milk when he heard his dad moving about in the bedroom. They had a really good night together. His dad had made hamburgers for dinner and then they watched a movie on TV. But the boy was surprised when his father asked him if he'd like to go camping this summer. He had never gone camping and the idea sounded like fun. They laughed together and Malcolm really felt like life was getting better between the two of them.
The 12-year-old McEwan boy was a little nervous about his plans for the day, so he decided to wait a bit before he took off. He wondered if he was just delaying things because he was scared. His dad came into the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee. He invited Malcolm to come into town with him to run some errands and do a bit of shopping. However, the boy declined and told his father he already had plans.
"What do you want to have for dinner tonight?" his dad asked.
"Uhmm, I was going to stay at the Tucker's tonight, if that's okay."
"Yeah, sure, they're good people. Have fun."
Malcolm had been independent for so long that it felt funny asking permission to stay out, but it also felt good in a weird sort of way. Someone actually cared where he was. He chatted a few minutes longer with his dad before he decided he had to get moving. He said goodbye and headed off.
Kevin was getting bored. He had been following his friend for almost an hour while they walked around the ballpark and Sandy asked every kid he knew if they'd vote for him. The 13-year-old Mackey bottom knew it was important, but enough was enough. He decided to break the monotony.
"Come on Sandy," he said gesturing towards the woods. "I wanna show you something."
Kevin led them to a path that went toward the Crazy Indian, the slow-moving black water creek that ran right through the center of the Indian Spring community.
"Where are you taking me?" asked Sandy.
"I wanna show you where I got my first blow job," he answered with a big smile.
When they were about 10 feet from the riverbank, Kevin stopped and pointed to a small clearing with a large tree in the middle of it. "It was right there. I was 9 years old. I was watching this older boy fishing hoping I'd see him catch something. He was probably about 12. When he saw me, he set his rod down and came up here. He asked me if I liked to fish, and I said yes. He sort of steered me to the tree, so my back was up against it, and then he looked around. The way he looked told me something special was going to happen." Then Kevin pushed Sandy up against the tree.
"He reached down and started rubbing the front of my shorts and asked me if I wanted to have some fun," he explained as he started to rub Sandy's crotch. Both boys couldn't help laughing.
"You're making this up, aren't you?" asked Sandy.
"No! I'm not. This is just how it happened. After a minute or two of rubbing my dick he knelt down and pulled my shorts to my knees. He told me I had a really nice dick and that it was big for my age. Then, he licked the head and I almost fell over." With that, Kevin pulled out Sandy's dick and started to lick it slowly. The boy moaned loudly.
"If this is supposed to take my mind off the voting, it's working," said Sandy.
Kevin then took the head of his friend's cock into his mouth, but a sudden splashing noise, very close by, made both boys freeze for an instant. Kevin jumped to his feet and Sandy tried stuffing his rigid dick back into his pants.
The two boys looked over to the riverbank and were surprised to see a kid, with his blue jeans rolled up to his knees, high-stepping his way toward them. Sandy moved up next to Kevin trying to smooth down the tent in the front of his pants. They recognized the figure at the same time.
"Cooper," Sandy called out. "What are you doing in there? That water's gotta be freezing!"
"Yeah," said Cooper looking up. "It's pretty cold."
Kevin reached out and pulled the boy by his arm as he approached the bank to help him step up on dry land. The kid had his sneakers in one hand and a rock in the other.
Sandy laughed at the scene as a shivering Cooper sat on an old tree trunk, rolled down his pant legs and pulled on his sneaks. He was still shivering just a bit.
"Cooper, it ain't summer yet," Sandy chuckled.
"I know that," said Cooper smiling back. "But I needed a rock."
"You couldn't find a rock in all these woods?" Kevin asked.
"Well, I needed a nice smooth flat one and the best place to find them is on the river bottom."
"What do you need the rock for?" Sandy inquired.
"Oh, it's just a project I'm working on. What are you guys doing out here?" asked Cooper, trying to change the subject.
"I'm trying to make sure all the kids I know are getting out to vote. Have you voted yet buddy?"
"No, but that's where I'm heading as soon as Reeve is done with ball practice. I'm voting for you too."
"Thanks Cooper. That means a lot to me."
"It means a lot to me that you take care of the kids around here."
"I'll do my best," Sandy promised. Now, I think Kevin and I are gonna head home."
"Good idea," said Kevin. "I want to finish telling you that story."
"Sounds good to me," replied Sandy. "See you later Cooper."
As the two boys headed back toward the ballfield, Cooper examined his rock. It was perfect. He was glad the guys didn't ask any more questions about it because he was afraid they might think he was silly. The rock was for Reeve's birthday, which was less than 6 weeks away. He and Reeve had a tradition of giving each other a rock they painted or decorated for their birthday. They'd been doing it for 5 years and Cooper thought it was cool. He already knew what he was going to do with this one.
Cooper finished tying his sneakers, hid the rock in his shirt and headed back to pick up Reeve. Practice was almost over and he didn't want to be late.
As Judge's house came into view Malcolm slowed down a bit and finally hopped off his bike and walked it. He wasn't really nervous, but he did feel funny. He'd never done this before but he decided today was the day. He hadn't shared his feelings with Kelly, which was a little unusual, but this seemed kind of personal. He walked past the house and headed for the treehouse he knew lay just beyond. As he neared the big tree, he saw Judge sitting in the grass leaning against the trunk.
"Morning," said Judge.
"Ahh, hi!, Err...good morning Judge. "Uhmm, sorry if I sound like an idiot, but I've never done this before. I know we fooled around a bit once, but I wanna fuck. Is that how you ask?""
Judge was now smiling. "You never fucked before?" he asked, rather surprised.
"Yeah, I fucked before, but I never asked a boy to do it like this," Malcolm stammered. "You know, I never used a bottom."
"Okay, I can take care of that," said Judge. But it was clear he had more to say before they got down to business. "Is it true you are best friends with Kelly Tucker?"
Malcolm looked embarrassed and blushed a bright shade of red. The two boys stared at each other.
"Yeah, Kelly's my best friend. I used to be a prick you know. I had the reputation of being a bully. I probably never would have changed if it wasn't for Kelly and his brother Ethan. When I was acting like a real shit and trying to piss him off, he'd invite me home for dinner. Kelly wouldn't let me get away with stuff, but he never gave up trying to help me. Kelly and Ethan are like my brothers. They tell me when I'm acting stupid. Because I used to be a jerk, I don't have a lot of friends, but I'm learning how to get along better with people now. Kelly's helping me with that too. I can't believe I'm telling you all this."
"I'm glad you did. Now when kids talk about you, I know the truth. I like somebody who admits that they messed up. I like you Malcolm. You can call me a friend. Now, why don't we take care of the business you came over here for."
"Sure! I been wanting to do this for a while."
"Then follow me," said Judge as he started up the ladder to the treehouse.
Once they were both inside, Judge got out his lube and started to take his pants off. Malcolm was excited as he watched the boy apply KY to his anal passage.
"Should I take my pants off too?" Malcolm asked.
"Just hold on a minute and I'll get you ready," replied the other boy. He put the lube down and looked at Malcolm. He could tell the kid was nervous. He liked making "first timers" feel real good. "Come on over here and let me do everything."
Malcolm moved forward and Judge unsnapped his jeans before slowly sliding them to his knees. It felt really weird being undressed by another boy, but the Near Springer also enjoyed it. He noticed that Judge was hard and he found himself staring at the stiff cock. He snapped out of it when fingers slipped into both sides of his underpants and pulled them down to his knees. He was already half hard and he wanted this badly. Judge reached up and very gently stroked the now exposed dick sending shivers through his body. Then, without warning, the kid leaned forward and took the hardening cock into his mouth. He moved up and down on the dick for less than 20 seconds, but it was enough to make Malcolm rock hard.
"This isn't part of the regular service, but I like to make new guys feel welcome," Judge explained with a smile.
"We are ready for the good part now." He started to rub some lube onto the exposed dick and Malcolm moaned loudly as he was made ready. Then the Mackey bottom got down on his hands and knees on the mattress in the corner of the treehouse and announced, "It's time to stick it in!"
The Near Springer looked down at the waiting hole. He was afraid he might cum at first touch, but he pressed in. The entry was easy and took only a little pressure. It was clear the kid had done this many times before. Judge was indeed a popular bottom.
Malcolm moved forward steadily till he was completely inside. It felt terrific. He could have stayed like that forever, but his dick had other ideas. His hips moved in and out as his friend encouraged him. He picked up speed, then slowed so he wouldn't shoot. He was able to fuck for over 5 minutes until he had one of the best orgasms of his life. He stayed inside for another minute making short jerky pumping motions to complete the experience. He was hooked and was sure he'd be doing this again.
"That was really good," Malcolm panted as he pulled out of that welcoming space. He started to pull his pants up.
"You're a good little fucker too," answered Judge. "You made me cum and that doesn't always happen."
"Cool!" Malcolm responded. "I feel really good now. Guess I needed that."
"You could have visited anytime. How come you waited so long?" asked Judge.
"I don't know. Guess I didn't really feel the need before. These last couple of weeks though, everybody's been talking about the election and bottoms and it just had me thinking about it a lot. I was remembering what it felt like at the Choosing and what it looked like with all those bare butts sticking out and well, it just made me hornier than I've ever been. My alone time in the shower just wasn't enough anymore."
"Yeah, I think I understand. It can just kind of hit you like that and jerking off isn't enough. I was the same way once. So are you gonna come back and see me again?"
"Uhmm, yeah, I think I will. Now I gotta go and vote though. I promised I would."
"That's where I'm going too. Wanna go together?"
"Sure. I'd like the company."
"You are voting for Sandy, aren't you?"
"Course I am. Him and Jason obviously. Sandy for Special Rep and Jason for President."
"Well let me get my bike and tell my brother I'm leaving. I'll be ready in a minute my friend."
Judge headed down the ladder. This was a pretty good day Malcolm thought. Not only did his head feel clear, his groin was nice and warm and he liked being called "my friend" by a kid who he really knew, could be one.
Later that same day, Kelly and Malcolm were hanging out together as they often did. Kelly was finishing a small bit of homework and his friend was staring out the window thinking about his visit with Judge. He had really enjoyed it, but he was wondering if he was going to become one of those kids who thought of nothing but fucking. That was a common enough obsession here in Indian Spring with the Mackey bottoms so readily available. But that wouldn't happen to him, Malcolm told himself. He knew there was more to life than sex. He was trying to figure out why he didn't want to tell Kelly about his visit with Judge. Would his best friend think he was some kind of pervert? No, they were far too close for that. He would tell Kelly about it, just not today.
The other boy got up and put his books away in his backpack.
"Finished!" Kelley said. "So, what do you want to do? We still have time to ride over to the park or check out the Clubhouse before the voting is over. You did vote, didn't you?"
"I sure did. It felt kind of cool having a say in things."
"Yeah, I liked it too. It sort of made me feel like I mattered. Did you run into anybody you knew there?"
"Uhm, sort of. I ran into Judge Mackey. We talked a lot and I kind of got to know him much better. He was voting for Sandy and Jason too."
Kelly gave him a strange look, but didn't ask the obvious question. Still he wanted to know. Was Malcolm now making use of his Mackey privileges?
"I'm sure he was," Kelly said. "None of those boys want Tim running the bottoms. He could make their lives miserable. And a lot of people still have worries about Paul Hardin. He's probably okay, but honestly Jason is a much better bet for President. What else did you talk about?"
"Oh, you know, just stuff," replied Malcolm. He was feeling a little uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.
Just then Ashton appeared at the open door and asked, "Malcolm, will you put the chain on my bike? It came off again."
"I'll get it Ashton," said the boy's older brother.
"No, I want Malcolm to do it," protested the now 10-year-old. Malcolm was a regular visitor and Ashton thought of him as another big brother.
"I'll get it," said Malcolm as he headed to the door. "Be right back," he said.
Outside the youngest Tucker brother was kneeling by his bike and winding the chain correctly into place.
"You already got it on? You didn't even need me."
"I know. But I thought you might want to get out of there for a minute. Kelly can get really nosy and ask a lot of questions sometimes."
"Oh! Okay then," said Malcolm as he watched the boy pedal away. Ashton's abilities never ceased to amaze him.
Sandy was sitting in his backyard. It would be over an hour until the election results were in. He heard the backdoor open and his dad stepped out and walked over to where he was sitting.
"Mind if I join you?" Mr. Jacobs asked.
"No, pull up a chair."
"Where's Kevin? I thought he'd be here waiting for the results with you?"
"He had to run home for a bit. It's okay though. I kind of wanted to have a little time to myself."
"Do you want me to leave?"
"No," Sandy said with a laugh. "I'm just wondering what I'll do if I win. I said I was gonna make things better for the kids. I said I'd keep the Choosings fair and try to make things easier on everybody. Now, I'm wondering if I can do it. What if I can't make anything better? Think about it. Even if I'm on the Council, will the other guys listen to me? Most of them are 16 and 17-year-olds. I don't turn 14 till May. I'll just be a little kid to them."
"Well it seems to me that you're worrying because you care. You didn't make promises just to win, you really want to help and that's the first step."
"I do care, but I'm not sure where to start."
"I think you do son. I've heard you talking with the boys and you use the word RESPECT a lot. I think that's where you should begin. You need to build up respect for the job the bottoms are doing and respect for the bottoms themselves. You know the choosing idea is used in other ways too. When your Grandpa was 18 years old, they had a system called the Draft. There was a war going on in a place called Korea and we needed soldiers to fight it. Korea was so cold in the winter that if you took your gloves off for too long your fingertips froze and they had to cut them off. You ate food that came in little cans and Grandpa said it looked like dog food. You had to leave your friends and family and you might be killed. But somebody had to do it. So all eighteen-year-olds had to sign up for the Draft and got put on a big list.
"Kind of like the Choosing list?" interrupted Sandy.
"Exactly," replied his dad. "You signed up on the list and when you were called, you went to a big building in the city and spent half the day naked being checked out by doctors and nurses. They picked the ones they thought would make the best soldiers and you were put in the army. It didn't matter if you wanted to go or not, you didn't have a choice."
"Wow, that must have sucked. What if you had plans?"
"It didn't matter. There was a job to do and the young men had to do it. Most guys took a lot of pride in what they did. When you got drafted all your family and neighbors came to see you off. They knew what you were doing was important. You were standing up for our country and our way of life. You were making a big sacrifice and people respected you for that. When you got home strangers would stop you on the street and shake your hand. Folks respected you for doing your duty. That's how you have to get the kids to think of the bottoms."
"That sure is a good way to look at it. Thanks Dad!"
"You're welcome. Anything else on your mind?"
"Yes. Whether I win or lose, I'd like to throw a little party for all the guys that helped me. Nothing big. I was thinking maybe we could grill some hot dogs and invite them over. I have almost ten dollars saved that should cover the hot dogs, but I was wondering if I could get an advance on my allowance for chips and drinks and stuff."
"How many kids are we talking about here?"
"I think between 10 and 15."
"I'll tell you what. You bring the grill and some lawn chairs up from the cellar and clean the yard up a little and I'll get the hot dogs and hamburgers and anything else you need. When do you want to do this?"
"I was thinking of next weekend. I don't know if Saturday or Sunday is best. I'll ask the guys and see when they can come."
"Sounds good. And the week after is Spring Break so you'll have plenty of time to clean up the yard after."
"It's a deal. I promise it will be cleaned up."
"You better make up a list of who you want to invite and check the count before I go shopping."
"I'll do that. Thanks a lot Dad."
"You see. Old dads can be good for something," he said with a chuckle. "It's getting a little cool out here so I'm going to head inside. You gonna join me?"
"Yes. I should be getting a phone call soon. Let's go in."
As 9 o'clock approached the whole family assembled in the living room. Kevin arrived and joined them as they all anxiously awaited word. Sandy didn't have long to wait. The phone rang at about 9:20. It was Raymond Mackey and the first word out of his mouth was, "Congratulations!" Sandy actually jumped up and down for a moment. Kevin and Bradley high-fived, his parents hugged and Stevie and Chase did a silly little dance. He had won.
"You won by a landslide my young friend. The final tally was 168 to 51. You must have conducted one hell of a campaign."
"We worked hard," said Sandy. "Do you know how Jason did?"
"Jason is the new Council President. He won a very close race, but he won. He'll probably be calling you soon. He wants the new Council to meet during Spring Break, so I better not tie up your phone. Once again, congratulations. Now it's time to get to work."
Sandy hung up and was being congratulated by his family when the telephone rang again. It was Jason Mackey. They exchanged congratulations and Jason informed him he wanted to have their first meeting in just a little over a week. He told Sandy to bring all his ideas they had discussed. Sandy was excited. When he hung up the phone this time he turned and saw his Mother holding a great looking chocolate cake with "Congratulations" written on it.
"Let's celebrate," said his Dad as he put his hand on his oldest son's shoulder and guided him toward the kitchen where the others had gathered.
Mrs. Jacobs cut the cake and put the first slice in front of Sandy. The room became quiet as everyone started digging into the sweet treat. Chase was asking if he could have more when the phone rang again.
"I'll get it," Sandy said as he jumped to his feet. This call surprised him.
"Hello Sandy. This is Paul Hardin. I just wanted to congratulate you for winning the election for Special Representative. My brother is supposed to be calling you, but I doubt he will."
"Thanks Paul," replied Sandy.
"You ran a good campaign and I guess you said what the kids wanted to hear. I hope you're ready to do the hard part now."
"What do you mean?" the 13-year-old asked.
"Well, I still have my Council seat and some of the ideas you had might be good. If you want to make them happen, it might take some hard pushing and fast talking. Not all Mackey's like change."
"I know what you mean. I'm ready to fight for changes that make things better."
"I thought you would be," said Paul. "Well, that's all I wanted to say. Congratulations and I'll see you at the meeting."
Sandy thanked him and said goodbye then returned to the kitchen.
"That was weird," he said as he sat down.
"Who was it?" asked Kevin.
"It was Paul Hardin calling to congratulate me. I didn't expect that."
"I thought the tradition was for Tim to call you," said Mr. Jacobs.
"It is," replied Sandy. "But Paul said he knew his brother wouldn't so he was calling. I guess Paul didn't want Tim's attitude to make the whole family look bad."
The group finished their cake and made jokes about Sandy being a big shot now. Finally, Sandy's parents announced that they were turning in and recommended the boys do the same. Stevie and Chase headed upstairs. Next Brad and Sean said goodnight and headed down to the basement. Kevin smiled at Sandy and asked, "You know what I want to do tonight?"
"Probably what you want to do every night. Fuck me."
"Wrong!" announced Kevin. "I want the newest Council member to fuck me tonight. You deserve a reward and I'm it."
"Sounds like fun. Let's go," said Sandy and they headed upstairs.
Down in the basement Brad and Sean had stripped down to their underpants and Sean was preparing to climb under the covers. Brad had his back to his best friend and was fiddling with something in his jeans pocket. "Hold on a minute," he said softly. "I want to warm you up a little."
"I thought a little sixty-nining under the covers would warm us both up."
"That sounds good, but first, let me give you a special treat. Come over here," said Brad pointing to a spot in front of him.
As Sean moved to the spot, Brad dropped to his knees in front of him. "You're going to like this," he said as he reached up and pulled Sean's underpants down to his ankles. "This is a level 2 blow job."
Then he put his hand behind Sean's knees and ran his tongue from there up to his balls. First one side, then the other. his friend shuddered. Brad was careful to keep his index finger, which he had lubed up, sticking out so the Vaseline would not get rubbed off. After running his tongue up and down Sean's legs a couple of times he moved to his balls. Very lightly and slowly he licked his friend's ball sac and the area around it. Sean was now moaning out loud. Next, he ran his tongue up and down Sean's dick being careful not to touch the head. He was saving that for last.
"God," gasped Sean. "That feels really good. You're making my dick jump up and down. I'm ready for you to suck it anytime."
"Just be patient. I'm getting to that," said Brad as he continued to run his tongue over Sean's pulsing penis. He started to lick the tip and softly ran his tongue around it. He decided the time was right so he moved his hands from his friend's knees and slid them up to his butt. His lubed finger slipped into the crack until it found the kid's anus. Just as Sean was about to say something, Brad took his dick all the way into his mouth and moved up and down as he pressed his finger into Sean's hole.
"Oh shit!" was all Sean could get out and he placed his hands on Brad's head to guide him. He was almost ready to shoot. As the mouth moved over Sean's dick, Brad's finger was going in and out of his friend's anus. He was penetrating up to his knuckle and Sean seemed to be thrusting in rhythm with the finger. Brad put more tongue action into this blow job than he ever had as he wanted the kid to feel great.
It only took about 4 minutes before Sean started to tense up and he held his friend's head tight on his dick. Brad kept his finger in as far as it would go and wiggled it a bit. Sean's knees almost buckled as he shot spurt after spurt of cum into the other boy's mouth.
"That was awesome," he finally managed to get out.
Brad slowly withdrew his finger from the much looser butt and let the softening, but still pulsing dick slip from his mouth. Sean sat down on the mattress and looked at his best friend.
"I think that was the best blow job I ever had."
Brad smiled at the compliment. It had been great for him too. He had gotten to play with Sean's ass. Maybe it was just a finger, but that was a start for living his ultimate fantasy.
"Let's lay down and snuggle a little," suggested Brad.
"Good idea, I need to catch my breath. Let's just rub up against each other."
The boys slipped under the covers and snuggled together. Brad was slowly rubbing his dick against a naked thigh. He was in heaven.
"My dick is tingling and my butthole is still vibrating. That was awesome! Where did you learn to do all that?"
"From Cal," answered Bradley. "He did it for me last week, and I loved it."
"Cal's a good teacher. I need to rest a bit," said Sean as he turned over on his side with his butt toward his friend. Brad slipped his arm around to hold his buddy's dick and slowly rubbed his own erection against Sean's ass.
"I'm getting closer," Brad thought to himself. "This is gonna happen."
But both boys soon fell asleep dreaming of sex. How many 12-year-olds in every obscure place in the world didn't fall to sleep most nights without that upper most on their collective brains?
Brad got dressed quickly. He wanted to get to Cal's place before Sean. His Mom was in the kitchen and insisted he have some breakfast before going out. He quickly filled a bowl with cereal.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" she inquired.
"I'm just going to see Sean and then I'll be back. I won't be too long."
"Good, because your brother is going to need some help getting ready for the party this afternoon."
"I'll be back in plenty of time to help. I promise."
"Okay honey. See you soon."
Brad arrived at the Brewer house and was happy to see Sean's bike wasn't there yet. He just wanted a few minutes alone with Cal to talk.
"Morning," called Cal as he opened the door. "You're an early bird today."
"I guess I just couldn't wait to see you," said Brad with a big smile and the other boy laughed.
"Come on in. Sean's not here yet. Do you want to start, or should we wait for him?"
"I really wanted to talk to you a minute before he gets here."
"Okay, go ahead and talk. Nothing's wrong is it?" asked Cal Brewer.
"No, things are good. I fingered Sean when I gave him a blow job last week and he loved it. I was wondering if you had any other ideas of stuff I could do."
"I think the best thing you can do is come right out and ask him if you can fuck him! You're good friends, he trusts you and you're both horny all the time. Just ask him. The worst he's gonna do is say no, and then you just come over here."
"I guess you're right. I don't know why I'm afraid of asking."
They were interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
"That's Sean. Let's play," said Brad.
With Sean's arrival the three boys headed up to the bedroom. Cal excused himself for a minute to get lubed up. While he was in the bathroom, Sean and Bradley stripped off their clothes.
"You wanna do something different today?" Sean asked.
"Sure. What did you have in mind?" asked Brad.
"I think it'd be fun if one of us gave Cal a blow job while the other is fucking him."
Brad laughed out loud. "You sure think of crazy stuff."
"I want him to have as much fun as us. Besides we'd all be doing it together. What do you say?"
"I will if you will."
"Cool! I wonder if Cal can take two bj's in one morning."
"I guess we'll find out," said Brad. Both boys were laughing when Cal came back in the room.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"We were just wondering how much sex you can handle in one morning," said Sean with a sly smile.
"Yeah," added Brad. "You may need a rest after us or you won't be able to make the party."
"What are you guys planning?" asked Cal. "With you two, I bet it'll be good."
"It will, I promise," said Sean. "Now, we need you to lay up here on the bed."
Cal did as he was told and lay on his stomach. Sean hopped up beside him. "Now, roll over on your side," Sean ordered. Cal turned on his side so his butt was toward Sean and he was facing Brad.
"Next, I need a little lube," Sean said as he greased himself up. Brad was standing next to the bed smiling. Cal felt Sean easing in closer to him till he was pressed against his back and his hard dick was slipping around his butt looking for the hole. When Sean found the entrance, he pressed in and made Cal jerk a bit. He slowly pushed on till he was as deep as he could go and then he stopped. By that stage Cal's dick was twitching.
"Okay Brad. Time to do your part," ordered Sean.
Brad moved his face down to Cal's semi-erect dick and took the head in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around and had it rigid in less than a minute. The boy getting the blowjob moaned softly, and then Sean sprang into action and started a slow fucking motion in and out, in and out, from behind. Brad matched the movement of Cal's hips allowing the penis to go deep in his mouth as Sean thrust into the willing butt of the sandwiched boy. Their movements together created a smooth, super fucking machine that lasted well over five minutes before Sean announced he was going to cum. As he planted himself deep in Cal's butt, almost simultaneously, Cal unloaded in Brad's mouth. Exhausted, but happy, each boy knew it would take them several minutes to recover and they all declared it was time for a break. They stretched out on the bed to rest.
"You're coming over this afternoon for Sandy's party, aren't you Cal?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world. Bert and Judge are coming too. It should be a fun time."
"I gotta head home soon to help set up. We got lots of food so come hungry," said Brad.
You want some help getting ready?" Sean enquired.
"Sure, come on over. Are you allowed to stay over tonight?"
"Yeah, I already asked and it's okay as long as I'm home by 2:00. That's when Mom's serving her Easter feast and if I'm late I'm dead," said Sean with a chuckle.
"Talking about being late, since I have to get home soon, I want my fuck for the morning so I hope you two are ready for another turn."
The other two boys looked at each other and Cal said, "We better take care of him or he'll be grouchy all day."
"You take care of him, and I'll take care of you," suggested Sean.
Cal turned over on his side. Bradley lubed himself up, and Sean started to play with Cal's dick.
"I really like it when you guys visit. I think you two are my favorite customers. It makes my weee-weeek," gasped Cal as Brad entered his rear end and started a slow, but steady fuck.
The boys had another great 3-way and were soon getting dressed.
"Thanks Cal. That was great!" said Sean
"Yeah, it really was," added Brad. "We'll see you this afternoon. Remember to come hungry."
"I'm looking forward to it. I haven't been to a party in a long time," replied Cal as he walked the boys to the door. He really was excited about going out. He wanted to socialize and laugh with kids without having to drop his pants and get fucked. He waved as his friends rode off.
Sandy watched as his dad soaked the charcoal with lighter fluid and then dropped a match in the grill. The flames leaped high in the air and made a loud whooshing sound.
"Thanks for getting all the grub Dad. I would have been happy with just hot dogs."
"I know you would, but I thought you and the boys deserved a celebration. You all worked hard. The menu includes hot dogs and burgers, and the sodas and juice are on the ice," he said pointing to the cooler by the picnic table. "There are chips and pretzels in the kitchen that have to be brought out, and your mom made potato salad and cupcakes. I think it will be a good party."
"I know it will," replied Sandy.
"We'll let this burn down and get hot and I'll start cooking as soon as your guests start arriving. Do me a favor and make sure the younger kids stay away from the grill. We don't want any accidents."
"I got it Dad," said Sandy. "If anybody comes to the front door send them back. I'm ready for company."
"Will do," Mr. Jacobs answered as he headed into the house.
"Sean and Brad came over to Sandy and said, "We're done. All the chairs are wiped off. What else can we help with?"
"There are some bags of chips and pretzels in the kitchen. Would you guys bring them out?"
"Sure thing," answered Brad. "We'll be right back."
In the kitchen Brad helped himself to a glass of water and sat down on a stool by the counter. Sean sat down next to him and admired the plate of cupcakes that were sitting there. Next to the cupcakes were two carrots. "Hey," asked Sean. "Can I eat a carrot? I love them."
"Uh, I'm not sure," said Brad. "I don't know why they are there."
"The Easter Bunny left them," said Kevin as he walked into the kitchen. "He said they were for you two to fuck each other with," he whispered just in case any parents were around.
"Ha ha," said Brad dryly. "Very funny Kevin."
"Kevin, I'm sure I heard Sandy calling you outside. I think you should go check," said Sean.
"You guys are no fun," answered Kevin as he headed out to the yard.
"Sometimes brothers can be a pain," Sean smiled. "My brother became a real perv after they made him a Mackey bottom."
"Yeah, but I guess we're stuck with `em. Let's take this stuff outside," suggested Brad as he gathered up the chips and pretzels. Would you grab that pack of napkins?"
"Sure," said Sean. "You know if we're gonna fuck each other it won't be with carrots. We're gonna use our dicks," Sean said softly as he looked around to make sure no one was nearby. Brad almost dropped the bags he was carrying.
"Are you serious? I mean do you wanna try it?"
"I been thinking about it. You know we do everything else, so why not. Let's move outside to talk."
"Wow!" said Brad. "I can't believe it. I been thinking about it too, but I was afraid to ask you," he said as they headed out the door.
"Why were you afraid to ask?" wondered Sean.
"I don't know. It just seemed like a big step."
"Our brothers do it all the time. No reason we can't have fun too," said Sean as they set the things they were carrying down on the table.
"You're right, but let's talk about it later. We got company," said Brad, who was pointing to Kelly and Malcolm as they walked into the yard. Brad couldn't believe this was happening. He was in heaven. It was going to be a great day and even a better night.
"Hi guys," called Sandy as he walked up to greet his guests. "I thought you said you were bringing Ethan. Stevie is gonna be real disappointed."
"Oh, he's here. Stevie met us in the front yard and they went inside," said Kelly.
"Good. Otherwise I'd be listening to whining all afternoon. You guys hungry?"
"I am," answered Malcolm.
"My dad is taking the first batch of burgers off the grill now. Come on over."
The group headed over to the food table and started filling their plates. As they loaded up, Cal, Judge and Bert came through the gate.
"I smell food," yelled Judge.
"Come on over," called Sandy. "We just started. The new arrivals exchanged greetings with Kelly and Malcolm and everybody grabbed a plate and found a seat. So, does anybody have big plans for Spring Break?"
"Spring Break is a busy time for us," Kevin answered.
"With everybody out of school we get lots of visitors," added Judge.
"I guess I didn't think of that," Sandy replied.
"Is Tanner coming?" asked Bert.
"He said he would," answered Sandy. "He and Cooper were both invited."
"If he said he was coming, he'll be here," said Judge.
Just then Mr. Jacobs interrupted the small talk and said, "Guys, I'm going inside for a minute. There are plenty of burgers and hot dogs over there so don't be shy. Eat up."
Kelly got up to go and grab a hot dog and Cal followed him. "You haven't stopped by to see me for a long time Kelly."
The remark caught Kelly off guard. "Did you think I was gonna?"
"I guess I was hoping you might. I tried to make you feel real good last time and I thought you might come back again."
"You did make me feel good Cal, but it's not something I do a whole lot."
"I understand. But if you ever get the urge you know where I live. Besides, making you feel good, makes me feel like I'm paying you back some."
"I told you that was settled. If I get the urge again I'll stop over."
Back at the table everyone was laughing. Judge told the group he wouldn't give anybody a fuck unless they swore they'd vote for Sandy.
Then Bert added," Not me. I just told `em I'd smash their face in if they didn't."
Sandy just shook his head and said, "Man, I hope you guys are making this up or I'm in big trouble."
Tanner and Cooper arrived just as the table was settling down. "Boy, we get here and everybody gets real quiet. Sort of makes a body nervous," Tanner said jokingly.
Hey, everybody," added Cooper.
Sandy took Tanner and Cooper to the food table and showed them the set up. As they were sitting down Stevie and Ethan came flying out the back door and joined them. "Mom said she was gonna skin us alive if we didn't get out of her way so we came out for something to eat," said Stevie.
"It's all over there," Sandy pointed. "Help yourselves."
"Let's go Ethan. Before these big guys eat it all." The two boys ran to the food.
"Sorry we were late Sandy but my little brother had to finish painting a rock," Tanner said.
"Why were you painting a rock Cooper?" Sandy asked.
"Do you remember when you saw me in the creek last week?"
"Yeah. You said you were looking for a rock."
"Well, that was the rock I had to paint. It's gonna be a birthday present for Reave and I wanted to get one more coat on it today. I know it sounds funny, but it's gonna be cool when it's finished. We do this every year."
"It sounds like fun. Traditions are important," said Kelly. "I'd like to see what you did with it when it's done."
"It should be ready in a couple days. Stop over and I'll show you."
"I'll do that." Kelly said. He had been looking for an excuse to visit Cooper again, and now he had one.
The boys had a fun afternoon laughing, eating and even a bit of reminiscing. Malcolm participated in the conversations and didn't feel uncomfortable with this group. Stevie was a bit annoyed that his Mom wouldn't let them play in the house. He planned on having a game of "Choosing" up in his room with Ethan, but they settled on playing Frisbee in the backyard instead. Brad and Sean enjoyed listening to the other boys' stories, but they were both thinking mostly about tonight's activities.
Later in the afternoon, the new Council President, Jason Mackey, dropped by to say hello and congratulate Sandy once again. Jason was Kevin and Brad's older brother and fit in with the Jacobs family as much as his two younger siblings. He pulled Sandy aside and said he didn't want to talk politics today, but warned the new Special Representative to be ready for some controversial times ahead.
As evening approached everybody said their goodbyes and headed for home.
"All those guys are pretty nice. We should go visit them sometime," said Malcolm as he and Kelley walked down the street.
Kelly was a little surprised as his friend had never mentioned the subject before. "You mean visit them as bottoms?"
"Sure," said Malcolm. "We have the right. Besides, I'm kinda getting horny more these days."
Kelly giggled. "I didn't know you had any interest. You don't need my permission to go you know."
"I know, but I thought it might be fun to go together."
"Who do you want to fuck?" asked Kelly.
"Well Cal Brewer lives the closest. We could visit him. But if you don't like that idea, Judge is really cool too. I heard he's really good."
"You've been asking around about this? Malcolm, you are getting horny."
"I'm getting hair down there too," said Malcolm proudly.
"Congratulations!" Kelly said playfully. "You're becoming one of us men now. You'll have real pubes in no time."
Malcolm punched his friend lightly in the arm and laughed.
"Maybe a little fucking will help," said Malcolm with a smile.
"I'll think about it. Maybe you've got a point."
"Good. I think we should."
As they walked up to the Tucker house both of them were half hard and thinking about bottoms.
***
Back at the Jacobs house Brad and Sean were arranging their basement bed. "Did you get lube?" Sean asked.
"Got it right here," he said patting his pocket. "I also brought down a couple of cokes and some tissues to clean up. Can you think of anything else we need?"
"No. I just need to calm down a little. I'm really excited. Maybe I shouldn't say this, but I've wanted to fuck you for a while. I just couldn't get up the nerve to ask."
"It's okay to say that because I felt the same way. When I watch your butt pumping Cal I get horny as hell. Today, when it just kind of came out it was a relief. I know there are other bottoms we haven't tried, but I want to do it with you."
"Have you ever been fucked before?" Sean asked.
"Uhm, yeah, just once. How about you?"
"I had a cousin that tried once, but he couldn't get it in. It kinda hurt too. Who did you do it with?"
"I sort of promised I would keep it a secret. Is that alright?"
"Sure! If you made a promise you gotta keep it."
"So, who goes first?" Brad asked.
"I think I wanna. I don't like waiting. You do me first then I'll do you."
"Fine with me," answered Brad. "Want me to lube you up?"
"Yeah. Let's get naked then you get me ready."
Both boys stripped and lay down on the bed. They were looking at each other's bodies a little differently tonight. Sean was studying Brad's dick. It was long but not too fat. He reached over and stroked it slowly.
"How do you want me?" asked Sean.
"Lay on your back and pull your legs up," ordered Brad as he remembered how good it felt when Cal lubed him up. Sean lay back and Brad dipped one finger in the jar of lube. He started rubbing Sean's rear with the other hand as he brought the lubed finger up to the tight pink anus. He slowly rubbed lube around Sean's hole as the other hand continued to stroke his thigh. He even brushed gently against his friend's balls a few times. When he finally pushed his fingertip in, Sean let out a little yelp.
"Ahh ha ha," giggled Sean. "You're in. Go slow now buddy."
Brad pulled his finger out and applied more lube. He was ready to go deeper. His other hand reached up and took hold of Sean's dick and the lubed finger pressed back into the hole. This time Brad pressed in almost the whole finger as he gently massaged Sean's twitching dick. He moved the knuckle in and out of the whole making his friend jerk a little each time.
"This is so much better than The Choosing was. Keep doing that."
"I'm going to do two fingers now," Brad explained.
He slowly inserted his middle and index fingers and Sean let out a groan. "Ah! Go slow. That feels really big."
"Wait till you feel my dick. That's even bigger," Brad laughed.
Sean chuckled with him, but he was focused on the fingers invading his anus. It wasn't extreme pain, but it was uncomfortable.
"I think you're ready," said Brad as he pulled his fingers out and lubed up his own dick.
"Do you want me to turn over?" asked Sean.
"No. Stay like that for now. Once you get used to it, I'll turn you over."
Brad moved in between the open legs and pressed the tip of his dick against the well lubed hole.
"Ready or not, here I come," he joked, recalling games of hide and seek they'd played years before. He gave one good push and the head slid inside.
"Oh, ahh, it's in," said Sean
"You okay?" he asked. "I'm gonna go in further now."
"Just go slow."
Brad eased about half his cock in the tight passage and paused. He withdrew some and then went in a little more. He watched Sean's face for any sign of pain, but he seemed all right. Sean opened and closed his mouth blowing little puffs of air.
"I'm gonna put it all the way in now. You ready?"
"Go ahead," said Sean.
Brad slowly pressed the entire length of his penis deep into the now quivering butt. It felt great. Sean winced once, but didn't complain.
When the 12-year-old cock was all the way in, Sean said, "hold it there for a minute. I need to get used to it."
Brad tried to hold still, but he couldn't help giving little pushes in and out. The warmth of Sean's butt and the tight ring gripping his cock was almost too much to bear.
Finally, Sean said, "Okay, fuck me now."
Brad didn't need a second invitation. He started a slow pumping motion pulling out about halfway then going back in. His lust made him pick up speed rather quickly and he was soon going all the way in and out. Brad wiggled his butt and moaned with pleasure. He lost control and popped his dick out once, but quickly pushed it back in. Sean made a little squeak when that happened, but said he was okay.
"I think you're gonna make me cum," said Sean as his buddy continued to pump in and out.
"Let's change positions before we both cum. Turn over on your knees and elbows," said Brad as he pulled out with a grunt.
Sean gingerly turned over and assumed the new position. "I've watched this a million times," he said. "But it sure feels different when you're the one getting fucked. Not bad, just different."
Brad moved in quickly and pushed the knees a little further apart. He was so horny he just had to get back in that ass.
"Ready or not, here I come," he repeated for the second time that day. He slipped his dick inside with one hard push. Sean let out a sigh, but they quickly resumed the rhythm they had established earlier. Sean was feeling only a bit of tightness and every time Brad rubbed over his magic spot, he jerked his hips.
"I'm real close," gasped Brad.
"Me too. Keep it going fast."
Sean could feel his friend tense up and then he made a few final hard thrusts and he achieved his own climax at almost the same instance. Both boys were panting like marathon runners and sweating like crazy, in spite of the cool room temperature. They lay together silently savoring the feeling and catching their breaths.
Finally Sean said, "That was absolutely fucking amazing. My butt is a little sore, but it was great. I'm already getting hard again. Are you ready for your turn?"
"Let me get lubed up first."
"I wanna do it," said Sean. "Let me lube you up just like you did me."
"Okay," said Brad.
Sean took the lube this time and Brad lay down on his back. He pulled his legs up tight to give Sean access to his butt hole.
"Oh, this is a pretty sight. Your butt hole looks like a little wrinkled flower," Sean said with a giggle. "I like it." Then he gently inserted his finger and moved it around. He found Brad's prostate and made him jump a few times. He was enjoying himself.
"Two fingers," he announced as he got more lube and pressed against the hole.
"Ahhh," said Brad. "You have fat fingers."
Sean was laughing and admiring his friends rear. "Your butt is really smooth. It's pure white too."
"You want to do it like this or should I turn over?" asked Brad.
"Let's do it just like before. We'll start this way and finish on your knees."
"Okay, that should do it," said Sean as he withdrew his fingers and wiped them off on a tissue. He moved in behind Brad and took a moment to admire what he was getting ready to fuck.
"You really have a great ass. I love just looking at it." He rubbed the smooth cheeks up and down and gave Brad's balls a light squeeze. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time," he said as he pressed his dick against the boy's hole. It popped in and Sean pushed about halfway down, before he stopped and asked, "You okay?"
"Yeah," answered Brad. "It feels good."
With those words, Sean pressed all the way in. He stopped an enjoyed the feeling for a moment and then started to fuck. Brad's body was rocking in unison with his thrusts. Sean was in heaven. He closed his eyes and pumped away. This was everything he hoped it would be. He started to stroke his friend's dick as he fucked him.
"Don't do that too much," cautioned Brad. "I don't want to cum yet."
"You're right. I'm getting close too. Let's change now."
The boys quickly switched to a doggy style fuck and in less than five minutes they both reached an awesome orgasm.
"That was the best fuck I ever had. Not that Cal isn't great, but you're even better. Will you let me do it again sometime?" wondered Sean.
"Sure, as long as I can do you and it stays our secret."
"Don't worry. It'll stay a secret. Neither of us want to get involved with those old first fuck Mackey rules."
The boys fell asleep laying tight against each other. Both of them knew their friendship had just changed.
Upstairs Kevin was pounding away at Sandy's ass as he kept telling him how great he was and what a fantastic body he had. Sandy didn't hear any of it though. His mind was a million miles away thinking about next week's Council meeting. It would be his first chance to see what he could do. He snapped out of it when Kevin collapsed on top of him.
"I love your body Jacobs," said Kevin as he rolled over on his back. "I may want a second go tonight."
"I'm really tired Kevin. I'm gonna get some sleep."
"Okay party pooper. I understand."
Sandy turned over and focused his thoughts on the meeting. He really wanted to make a difference, but as Jason said, there was more than just his own agenda to consider.
The five boys were sitting close to the fire. Tim Hardin had built it well away from the still, knowing his dad might see the light and come checking. If he did, he'd be pissed to find his second son sharing his shine with four of his friends, but at least he wouldn't be pissed about the fire being too close to where the shine was stored.
Ernie, (15), Dexter (14), and Aaron (14) Mackey were there, as was his first cousin Shawn Hardin (15), and up until now things had been good. Then Ernie had to go and push one of Tim's buttons.
"Some election you ran. You didn't just lose; you got your ass whipped big time."
"Fuck you, Ernie," Tim said, the shine keeping him from holding back his anger. "Just wait a bit. I'm still gonna get you boys some nice, tight 12-year-old holes to fill. It will just take a little longer than I thought. But who knows, you might even get a lick at fucking Tyler."
"Your brother does have a very cute ass," Shawn said. "I'll bet even Kyle would enjoy getting a piece of that."
Shawn and Kyle had missed the last Selection Ceremony due to a death on their side of the family. For Kyle, it was a lucky break; he'd been on the list for the Selection and, at the time, the smart money said he probably would have been bottomed. Instead, he got a free pass and was a full Mackey now.
"So how are you going to do what you promised?" asked Dexter.
"You'll see. The Choosing is coming up and I have a plan. I might even have something special planned for Sandy Jacobs' little brother. He's got another one on the block this year, and one more next year."
"You really think Paul will go along with your idea?"
"I can handle Paul. And Jacobs too. You'll see." Tim paused. "They'll see too. Besides, who knows, as Sheldon once told me, `Choosings never go as expected.' My plan might not even be needed."