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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English was Daniel's least favorite subject. He wasn't very good at it and he really thought that worrying about comma's and question marks was dumb anyway. However, Mr. Perry, his teacher, was really fussy about punctuation and since he was barely passing now, he couldn't afford a bad paper this close to the end of the school year so he continued checking his work for the third time. When he was satisfied, he shoved the books and papers into his backpack and headed out to the kitchen where Luke was working.
As Daniel entered, he saw his mother pulling clothes out of the washing machine and he walked over to her. "I'm done with my homework," he announced. "May I go for a little hike before dinner?"
"Oh!" exclaimed Luke. "Can I go too? I'm almost done."
Daniel hesitated a moment, appearing slightly confused. Of course he could go. That was the plan all along. Daniel's Mother misinterpreted his hesitation and scolded," Daniel, don't be that way. Take your little brother with you."
"Yeah, sure, he can come," said Daniel. His little brother was grinning from ear to ear and Daniel realized Luke had just manipulated his Mother to make that suggestion so there would be no suspicion about them leaving together. Luke was a Master at getting adults to do what he wanted. Daniel on the other hand couldn't even tell a little white lie without stuttering and breaking into a sweat.
"I'll wait outside," said the older brother as he headed out the door. Once he was standing on the front porch, he slipped his hand into his pocket and massaged his half-hard boyhood. He was going to get his dick sucked for the second time in his life. The memory of how good the first time felt was making him hard already. Finally Luke emerged from the house tucking something into his pocket.
"Let's go," he said as he tugged on Daniel's arm. The brothers headed off in the direction of the fort at a quick pace. "You're gonna keep your word, right?" Luke asked his brother.
"What do you mean?" answered Daniel.
"The deal is if I do you, you gotta do me. Remember?"
"I remember. I said I would and I'm gonna keep my word."
"Good. I didn't want you to chicken out on me."
When they got to the fort Luke entered first and looked around the room. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wadded-up paper towel which he carefully unwrapped and set on the floor. Inside was a piece of butter. "What the heck is that?" asked Daniel. "It looks like butter."
"It is butter," replied Luke. "It's gonna be our lube."
"Lube!" exclaimed Daniel rather startled. "I didn't think we were gonna fuck."
"We're not," Luke said. "But we are gonna finger each other. Spit works, but this is better."
"Is that what Stevie used?" wondered Daniel.
"No, he has real lube. I think he carries it with him. But this will work."
"Alright," said Daniel who was now visibly nervous. "What do I do?"
"Just come on over here," answered Luke as he pointed to a spot in the middle of the room. Daniel moved to the spot and Luke dropped to his knees and looked up at his brother with a smile. "You're going to like this," he said as he undid Daniel's jeans and tugged them down to his ankles. Next he slid the underpants down. He took a moment to admire his big brother's rapidly hardening penis and said laughingly, "Damn! You're bigger than I thought. Spread your legs a little more so I can get in around back."
Daniel moved his feet apart and watched as his little brother smeared butter on his finger. "Okay, here we go," Luke said as he reached around with the greased-up finger and started to explore Daniel's butt crack. It only took a moment to find the hole and the finger slipped right in.
"Ohhh," moaned the slightly startled teen. This sensation was new to him. "You got a fat finger Luke."
Enjoying the fact that he was the teacher, Luke smiled. It was cool to know more than your big brother sometimes. "Get ready for this," he said and moved his finger in as far as it would go, and then started an in and out motion. Daniel thrust his hips forward a bit, moaned out loud and placed a hand on Luke's head. Luke liked watching his brothers cock bounce in rhythm with his finger motions.
"Now comes the best part." Luke then placed his lips around the head of Daniel's rigid dick and worked his tongue around it rapidly. Daniel was in heaven. Luke moved down over the shaft and was surprised to find he could fit almost the entire thing in his mouth. He moved up and down slowly and his finger matched the rhythm.
After his experience with Stevie, Luke started to do a lot of self-exploration on anal stimulation. He tried various fingers and various lubes. He soon became quite good at bringing himself to the peak of pleasure and he was now applying what he had learned to his brother's virgin hole. Daniel had his head tilted back and was breathing heavily through his open mouth. His hips moved in unison with Luke's finger and his knees were becoming wobbly. Every time Luke pushed his knuckle through the tight little ring, Daniel gasped a bit. "Dang Luke, your finger feels huge," he said.
Luke pulled off his brother's boner for a moment and answered, "My finger ain't huge. You just have a really tight asshole."
Daniel looked down at his brother and said pleadingly," Don't stop!" His hands nudged his brother's head back toward the glistening boy pole. "Please!"
Luke resumed sucking and licking and he sensed his brother was nearly ready to cum. He increased the up and down motion and worked his tongue rapidly along the underside of Daniels dick. "I'm gonna cum," moaned the boy as he felt the burst starting deep down in his balls. He put both hands on Luke's head and held him tight. He made several short quick thrusts into his brother's mouth and then buried his cock as deep as he could and held it there as it throbbed and exploded.
Luke was ready, but the amount of boy sperm that Daniel unloaded almost made him choke. He had to swallow quickly to handle it all. Swallowing every drop was a point that Mackey boys prided themselves on. When he sensed that Daniel was done, he gave a few more sucks and then slowly pulled off and wiggled his finger out of the tight butthole. The older boy leaned forward and gasped as the finger escaped from his anus.
Daniel was looking down at him as he said softly, "Damn you're good Luke." Then he dropped to his knees next to his brother to catch his breath. His softening dick was still jumping a bit.
"Ready to do me?" Luke asked.
"Give me a minute. That might have been the strongest cum I ever had in my life."
"Sure," said Luke. "You can have recovery time. That's what the new bottoms get after The Choosing."
"You thinking about this year's Choosing?" Daniel asked his little brother.
"Course I am. I wish I could forget it, but I can't. I'm 12 you know."
"Yeah, but you probably ain't gonna get bottomed. Stevie's got a better chance than you."
"Daddy said it don't matter what you think. Once they bend you over that log anything can happen."
"They don't have logs anymore. They got fancy rails with padding now."
"I don't care what they have. I don't want to be bent over with my rear on display for everybody to see," replied Luke. "Do you want to go to the Choosing?" he asked his brother seriously.
"Yes! I really do. Just think about it. 10, 15 or even 20 boys, stark naked and bent over with their bare butts in the air for you to look at. And you can do more than just look. You can rub `em and squeeze `em and even give `em a little smack. I wanna spread those cheeks apart and look at those little assholes and think about which ones I'd like to fuck. If I'm real lucky I might even get to fuck one, or at least get a blow job. Yeah, I want to go to the Choosing." Daniel's dick was now rock hard again and standing straight up.
Luke laughed and pointed at his brother's erection. "You get excited just thinking about it," he giggled.
"Enough talk about that for now," Luke said firmly. "I want my blow job."
"Okay," said Daniel. "Stand up here and let me see that rear. I hope you left enough butter for me."
Luke stood up and dropped his pants and underwear to his ankles. He slid the greasy paper towel with the remaining butter on it to Daniel then turned around to give him access to his behind.
The fourteen-year-old couldn't resist rubbing Luke's compact little ass for a moment. Then he ordered, "Bend over. I never done this and I want to see what I'm doing."
Luke bent over and put his hands on his knees. He didn't like being in this position as it reminded him of how his mother made him bend over in the kitchen when she was going to whip his rear with that spoon of hers.
Daniel used both hands and spread Luke's butt cheeks. He had never checked out an asshole up close before and he was fascinated by the wrinkled little opening. It did look like a flower. He used one finger and stroked it a bit, causing his brother to quiver. He had to visit a bottom. He just had to put his dick in somebody's hole.
Luke interrupted his dreaming as he looked back over his shoulder and announced, "Hey, this ain't The Choosing and you ain't gonna fuck me so get moving. I want my blow job."
"Sorry," said Daniel as he snapped out of his daydream. He picked up the butter and covered his finger. Then he pressed the finger up against Luke's anus and it popped in up to the first knuckle. The butt cheeks clenched a little. Then he pushed in further and he heard Luke suck in a breath between his teeth. Finally, with a firm push he slid in over the big knuckle.
"That's enough," squeaked Luke as he quickly stood up. "Ah, Ah, Ahh," gasped the younger boy as Daniel slowly moved his finger in and out of the tight ring. Luke turned around so his penis was facing his brother. "Okay," he said between breaths," I'm ready."
Daniel moved his mouth over Luke's dick and imitated what his brother had done to him. His tongue twirled around the head and up and down the underside. He easily took the entire organ into his mouth and worked it in and out. His finger continued to probe Luke's hole causing his hips to move back and forth. Daniel liked the feeling that he was controlling his brother with his finger. If he went in deep, it caused his brother to thrust forward. If he went fast, it drove him up on his tip toes. He also discovered a special spot that made him groan out loud. He knew they were almost done when Luke started rapidly thrusting into his mouth. Finally, Luke could take no more and he pressed his nearly hairless crotch hard up against Daniel's lips. He gripped his brother's head as spurt after spurt of boy juice flowed out of him. This was Daniels first time swallowing cum and he knew what was expected of him. He found the taste interesting and he drained every last drop that Luke's balls could produce.
When the orgasm was over, Luke slowly withdrew and complimented his brother. "Dang Daniel. That was AWESOME! You can get that finger outta my butt now. I think you stretched my hole," he said as he wiggled his hips away from the invading finger and gave his rear a rub.
"Did I do it right?" asked the bigger boy. "That was the first blow job I ever gave."
"You did great," responded Luke as he pulled up his pants. "We could do this again if you want."
"Oh yeah, we'll do it again," said the older boy as he pulled his clothes up. "But I think we better get back now. Don't want to be late for supper or we'll catch it."
The boys closed up the fort and headed toward home. Luke was chattering away about how great it felt and when they would do it again. Daniel was thinking about his own feelings and wondering if he was some kind of oversexed pervert or just a horny kid. He did feel relieved after the blow job, but he wanted more. One of the guys in his youth group at church had told him once that sometimes nature gives us itches that just gotta be scratched. That was how he felt right now. He kept thinking about how inviting Luke's asshole looked and how badly he wanted to fuck. He was going to visit a bottom real soon. Even if it was a sin, he had to do it.
Reeve and Cooper were sitting on the front steps anxiously awaiting the arrival of Cooper's mom and the awesome chocolate fudge cake that she baked every year for Reeve's birthday.
"You probably got time to change out of that uniform if you want," said Cooper as he looked at Reeve's dirty baseball uniform.
"I am a little dusty from that slide into second base. It was a good game, wasn't it?"
"Any game you win is a good game in my book," replied Cooper. "You guys got a real good team this year. I heard Coach say he thinks this team could make the playoffs."
"That would be very exciting," said Reeve. "The playoff games are held in Bartlett at night. You get to play under the lights. I've never done that."
"Well this just might be your year. You keep hitting like you did today and you might be heading to Bartlett. Look! Here they come," said Cooper as he pointed to the old station wagon coming up the road. "Let's go meet `em."
The boys bounded down the stairs and ran to the driveway. As soon as the car stopped Cooper pulled open the passenger door where Tanner was sitting holding a cake in his lap. Cooper reached over his brother and attempted to open the glove-box but Tanner's knees were in the way.
"Damn Cooper!" exclaimed Tanner. "Will you let me get out first instead of banging that thing against my kneecaps?" His language drew a look of disapproval from his Mother. Tanner handed the cake to Cooper and said, "Here, take this a minute and let me get out."
Mr. Reed Mackey (Reeve's dad) joined the group and welcomed the newcomers. "I'm glad you could both make it. Reeve has been talking all week about your cake."
"Well we couldn't miss my favorite neighbor's birthday now could we," Mrs. Mackey replied as she gave Reeve a hug. "Tanner would you carry the cake in please? I don't trust your brother," she said with a smile.
"Sure thing," answered Tanner as he took the cake from Cooper and whispered "It's in the glove box and Mom wrapped it for ya."
"Cool," said Tanner as he reached into the car and opened the glove-box and took out a small item wrapped in tissue paper. Tanner and his Mom headed into the house with the cake and Mr. Mackey stayed with the boys.
"Happy Birthday Reeve," said Cooper as he presented the gift to his friend.
"May I open it now?" asked Reeve, looking at his dad.
"Sure, go ahead son," answered Mr. Mackey.
Reeve tore off the paper in one quick jerk and stared at the painted rock. "It is BEAUTIFUL," he said excitedly. "This is the best one yet Cooper. I love it. Friends Forever. That's you and me. 1996 is a special year. I want to go put it with the others."
"Good idea," Reeve's dad piped in. "While you're up there change your clothes then see if your mama needs any help. We'll be in in a minute."
"Yes sir," said Reeve as he headed toward the house studying his new rock as he went.
"Cooper, I'd like to have a word with you before we go in. Let's sit down over here," Reeve's father said. He gestured to a bench under the tree. Cooper, who was puzzled by this, followed him to the bench and sat down. Mr. Mackey, seeing the look on Cooper's face felt he should set the boy at ease. "Don't worry son. Nothing is wrong and no one's in trouble. You know this is Reeve's 12th birthday and that means he'll be on The Choosing List this year."
"What!" exclaimed Cooper. "They wouldn't give him an exemption?"
"Calm down son. Reeve didn't get an exemption because I didn't ask for one. There's no reason to. My family, just like yours, has a deep respect for the Mackey traditions. Reeve is a 12-year-old Mackey boy so he will be in The Choosing."
"I just thought, well, you know, I didn't think he would have to."
"Let me try to explain Cooper," said Mr. Mackey. "There is nothing wrong with Reeve. He does think a bit different from you and me, but there's nothing wrong with him. A lot of folks in our community think just like you. They think Reeve can't function like the rest of us, but they are wrong. Reeve is just as good, if not better, than any of the other boys his age. Hell, he does math and science work that I can't do."
"I know what you mean," answered Cooper as he tried to absorb what he was hearing.
"Now Reeve is a lot more sensitive than most kids and The Choosing may be a bit harder for him to handle, but he can do it. That's where you come in. Cooper, I'd like you to be Reeve's sponsor. I think it'll be better for him if you were. I've already asked your dad's permission and he said he was honored that I'd pick one of his boys. Will you do it Cooper?"
"Yes," he answered. "Reeve is my best friend and I'll help any way I can, but isn't there a chance the Council will leave him off the list?"
"No. I've already had a talk with Jason, your Council President, and let him know how I feel. Reeve will be on the list. So, you'll do it?"
"Yes, I'll be his sponsor."
"Great," said Mr. Mackey as he held out his hand for Cooper to shake. "I knew I could count on you. Oh, one more thing. Don't say anything to Reeve. He doesn't know about this yet. I'll be having a talk with him soon and explain things. Okay?"
"I won't say a word," answered Cooper.
The two of them headed into the house for birthday cake and ice cream. Mr. Mackey seemed fine and happy that he had Cooper's support. Cooper, however, was deeply troubled. He was concerned for Reeve, but he was also worried about the commitment he made. He hoped he could handle it.
Tim Hardin was sitting on a log jotting down ideas in his notebook. He was careful to keep an eye on the dirt road at the bottom of the hill just to be sure no one was coming this way. Occasionally some lost hunters or young lovers would wander back this far, but it was rare. If he saw anyone about it was Tim's job as the watchman to grab the shotgun and let them know they were not welcome in these parts. Since Daddy started growing his new cash crop back behind the still, he was being real cautious about strangers. The boy knew that if he allowed anybody to get too close to things, his daddy would kill him. He dropped the notebook and stood up with a start when he heard a voice call his name.
"Tim, you up here?" the voice called. "Hey Tim. It's me, Kyle."
Recognizing the voice as his 13-year-old cousin, Tim decided to have some fun. He stepped behind a tree and waited until the younger boy came into view. As soon as Kyle was 4 steps past the tree Tim was hiding behind, he stepped out and commanded, "FREEZE BOY! I got a shotgun pointed at the back of your head. One false move and you're dead."
Kyle froze and held his hands up. "Tim, it's me Kyle. Please put the gun down," he pleaded.
"Damn," laughed Tim. "You sound like you're about to wet your pants."
Kyle spun around and looked at Tim. "You ain't even got no gun you FUCKER!"
"Oh, it's nearby but I'd never point it at my favorite cousin. What are you doing up here anyways?"
"My mama wanted to visit your mama so I thought I'd come along. You gonna have a campfire later?"
"Yeah, probably. Since it's Friday, some of the guys usually wander over this way."
"You think we might sip a little shine?" Kyle asked hopefully.
"Why Kyle, I'm shocked. Drinking at your age."
"Come on Tim. Don't give me a hard time. Do you think we'll get some?"
"Yeah, I think I can make that happen for you. Just hang around a bit. Oh, and there's something you can do for me."
"Sure, what do you need?"
"Are the guys at school startin' to tease the 12-year-olds yet? You know, about being on the list."
"Oh yeah. It's that time. They keep it very quiet of course if non-Mackey are around, but little brothers and cousins are always fair game this time of year as you know."
"Good," said Tim. "I want you to give somebody the business for me."
"Who?" asked Kyle.
"Stevie Jacobs," answered Tim. "Tell him what a great ass he has. Tell him he's got your vote and tell him you can't wait to try him out. Get some of your buddies to join in if you can. But be discrete and don't get yourself in trouble with the Council."
"Alright," said Kyle. "But why Stevie? He's not really a bad guy. He seems pretty nice to me. Besides, he hasn't got a chance of being picked. He's got like a million minus points already."
"You ain't gonna hurt him. I just need him to be real nervous at The Choosing."
"Okay, we'll start on Monday."
"Cool. I'm counting on you. There's something else I want to ask you too. What would you think of the idea of our Kinset having a party after The Choosing where everybody gets a blow job from any new bottoms from our group?"
"Sounds great to me, but I don't think the new bottoms will like it. After getting fucked all day and givin' who knows how many blow jobs, you're gonna make `em come up here and maybe give 10 more?"
"Hey, their job is to serve the community, and that's us. Right?"
"I guess so," answered Kyle. "I just pity any bottoms from our Kinset."
"Let's just keep that between you and me right now, okay. I got some more ideas I'll tell you about later, but I'm not telling anyone else just yet. Understand?"
"You can trust me Tim. I won't talk about it with nobody."
"Good Man."
"Now, how about if you gather some wood for the campfire and I'll see about getting some shine for us."
"That's a deal," answered Kyle.
Tim headed off up the trail to get a few jars for the boys and Kyle scouted the area for firewood. As he did, he couldn't help but wonder why he was supposed to hassle Stevie. He knew there was bad blood between the kid's older brother and Tim, so he assumed that was the reason. All 12-year-olds were fair game at this time of the year anyway. Just Stevie's bad luck that he was gonna get a little extra.
As Jason finished organizing his papers, he glanced at the clock. It was only 1:40 PM, but all of the Council Members were present, and he decided to start the meeting 15 minutes early. He tapped his gavel a couple of times to get everyone's attention.
"Thank you all for coming. Today we will start creating the Choosing List for this year, I think you all know how important this is. I believe we have an excellent Council here, and I want the community to believe that too. One thing we will all be judged on is how well The Choosing Ceremony goes this year. And it all begins right here with this list." Jason paused and looked around the table as he held up some papers. Satisfied that everyone was focused on the task, he continued.
"The first question I want to ask you all is, should we put every 12-year-old on the list this year? That was what the Council did in 1995, but it was a break with previous tradition. I want to hear your opinion on the matter."
There was a moment of silence, then Paul spoke up. "I say we put them all on. It's the only way to be fair." Ernie and Bert nodded in agreement.
Joe Mackey offered his opinion next. "I want to know the kids I'm putting on the list. Just because they're 12 doesn't make them a good candidate. I understand what Paul's saying, but I think we have to look at each one."
"I'm with Joe," added Hayden. "There are reasons a kid shouldn't be on there."
"Like what?" demanded Paul.
"No debate now Paul," Jason said. "I just want to get everyone's opinion. We can argue the points later. How about you James. What do you think?"
"I don't like automatically putting them all on. Let's look the names over."
"I'm with James and Hayden," said Sandy. "Since they might end up as my bottoms, I wanna know who they are. We could avoid future problems that way."
"Hell, I ain't sure," said Billy. "Paul's got a point about people saying we're being unfair if we leave some kids off."
"Well it looks like this Council is split on that question, so let's look at it a different way," said Jason as he picked up one of the piles of paper. "I'm going to hand out a list of boys who must be on The List according to the rules. Everybody look this over and then we'll talk," he instructed as he handed out the papers.
The sheet had the following list on it.
12-Year-Olds who attended and participated in the 1995 Choosing.
Also Mandatory on The List
The room fell quiet as everyone studied the paper in front of them. Finally, Paul broke the silence. "Harry Corbin gets an exemption! He was part of the group that bottomed Bert. That doesn't seem right."
"I totally agree with you Paul, but the kid is not here. The Senior Council granted him an exemption at his dad's request because the whole family is out of state. We can't put him on the List if he's not here," answered Jason.
"I guess you're right, but I still think it's unfair," stated Paul.
"While we're on the subject," said Sandy, "If Chris Corbin shows up at The Choosing, does he get his Bottom votes?"
"No! He most definitely does not," answered Jason. "Part of the deal Raymond made with them before they left was that Chris doesn't get any bottom privileges when he returns until he has served 30 days of service. Raymond was worried he'd show up and cast some vengeance vote on someone. There were a lot of bad feelings when they left. However, I don't think you'll have to worry about that. I'll share a little secret with you all that only a few folks around here know. Chris Corbin made the US Olympic Team."
"Wow," said Hank. "That is impressive."
"I agree," Sandy added. "It's a big deal to have someone from Indian Spring going to the Olympics."
"I guess he is a real athlete after all," said Paul.
"Not just an athlete, but an Olympian." James corrected. "The reason Jason asked that this be kept secret is because it will be in the paper when it comes out next week. It's a big story for our little paper and we don't want to steal their thunder by spreading it around ahead of time."
"James is correct, so let's keep it under our hats for the time being. Now, let's get back to my list. Anymore comments?"
"Yes," said Hank. "Why in the heck is Reeve Mackey on here. Everyone knows that kid ain't right."
"Good question Hank," Jason commented. "Reeve is on the List by parental request. His dad came to see me because he wanted to be sure Reeve was included. He was afraid we might feel like you do. The truth is there's really nothing wrong with Reeve. He just behaves a bit different than most kids. Hell, he gets better grades in school than most of us ever did. Reed Mackey's family are strong supporters of the traditions and he wants his boy to go through The Choosing just like he did. I think he also wants to show the community that Reeve is just as good as any other 12-year-old. Does that make sense to everybody?"
"Well, I just hope he doesn't flip out at Old Knot," said Hank skeptically.
"I heard that Cooper was picked by Reeve's father to be his escort," Jason explained. Hank nodded. "Then I don't think we'll have any problems. Anymore comments on this sheet?"
"I'm not raising this as a problem, but you should all note, my little brother, Travis, is on the List," said Ernie Mackey. "He was at the Choosing last year. Got one of Cal Brewer's checkmarks, if you remember. So he knows he's gonna be on there already."
"My kid-brother Bobby as well," said 17-year-old Billy Mackey. "He got lucky with Cal as well."
Everyone laughed.
"A lot of us have brothers on the List," added Paul Hardin. "My brother Tyler, and Sandy Jacobs has his brother, Stevie, on there as well. It's no big deal. They were all told of the consequences when they turned up last year."
When nobody commented further, Jason continued. "That puts 18 boys on the list so far. We have a good start. Now according to the rules each of these kids, except for Reeve, gets a -1 vote for participating in the previous Choosing. Over half of them will get a second minus vote if the kid they voted for got selected. I'm still checking the votes to be sure I get that right, but I'll give you the exact names when I'm finished. Everybody with me on that?" Jason asked. Everyone at the table nodded. "Okay then, a final item with this group, how many of you remember The Famous Five?"
Every hand at the table went up. "If you recall, the punishment given to them for that prank was they would each start this Choosing with a checkmark, unless they gave Tolley 3 blowjobs. Two of the boys on our list did not complete their obligation so they will start with a checkmark."
"Which kids?" asked Paul.
"Trevor Havers and Carl Mackey," answered Jason.
"Boy," said Hayden. "It's not a good thing to have a checkmark before you're even bent over."
"I'm with you on that thought," added Sandy. "We might have 2 possible bottoms already."
"It's their own fault," said Joe. "They had a way to get rid of the check and they didn't take it."
"Okay, I think that covers that list. The next list is the other 12-year-olds that can be added. Since most of you guys said you wanted to look them over, let's go through it one at a time and make some decisions," said Jason as he passed around a second paper. This is from my research on the Mackey family tree which we have in the clubhouse library, if you remember.
Boys Available to be put on List
There was silence around the table again as everyone looked over the list. Jason got things going by reading off the names and asking the question, "On or Off." There were comments like "Oh he's gotta be on. He's got a great little ass." or "He's a real punk. The Choosing will bring him down a peg." Without exception every boy was added to The List until they came to Cole Jacobs.
Sandy spoke up first. "He's not eligible because he lives outside of the Spring, and his family are not in a Kinset," he stated. "They live way past Bartlett."
"It wouldn't have anything to do with him being your cousin now would it?" asked Paul.
"No, it doesn't," answered Sandy. "As you yourself said, I've got a brother on the list already. Plus another cousin, Travis, as well. I don't play favorites."
"Simmer down Sandy," said Jason, then, looking at Paul he added, "If that was supposed to be a joke it wasn't funny. I don't want any hints, even jokingly, that we played favorites with anyone."
"Sorry," said Paul. "It wasn't a joke. I was asking a question."
"I think Sandy already answered you," replied Jason. "I want to take it a step further though. Sandy, when was the last time you saw Cole?"
"They came over at Christmas," answered Sandy. "We have a family get together every year."
"Well it doesn't sound like they spend much time in Indian Spring then. I say we leave him off for the reasons Sandy gave. He doesn't live in Indian Spring and his family isn't in a Kinset."
"If you do that, then you should leave Greg off too. Same reasons. He lives even farther away and he almost never comes around," added Sandy.
"So what do the rest of you say about Cole and Greg Jacobs? On or Off?" asked Jason.
Hank answered first and said "Off." He was followed by Hayden, Sandy and Joe who also voted Off.
Paul looked at Ernie and Bert and then followed the others. "I vote Off," Paul said. "But you better make it clear to your cousins that they have no privileges when they come around. And they'd better not be anywhere near Indian Spring on the 15th". Don't forget the Dawson Exclusion rule." Ernie and Bert then made it unanimous.
"Excellent job gentlemen," said Jason with a smile. "I think we have completed our work for today. That's a total of 24 candidates seeking entrance to the Mackey brotherhood. It even beats last year's record of 20. It will be a Choosing Ceremony to remember."
"I want to remind everyone that this list is to remain secret until I review it and it is released officially. I think we will easily make June 15th now, but, until then I don't want any leaks. Everybody got that?" he quizzed as he looked across the table and made eye contact with each of the boys. "Okay then, this meeting is adjourned. Please leave all your papers on the table. Do not take them with you. Sandy and Paul, I'd like to see you both for a minute." As the others got up, stretched and headed to the door Sandy and Paul moved closer to Jason.
The Mackey Youth Council President looked at them both and began. "I am going to review this list and make sure I'm happy with it. Hopefully we will be able to release it very soon. As soon as it comes out, Mr. Jacobs, I'd like you to schedule your sleepover event again this year. I've had nothing but positive feedback on it and I do think it helps the boys. As soon as you have a date, please let me know. I'd like to attend this year, along with Paul, and see what goes on, if you don't mind."
"Uhh, no, I guess it would be fine," Sandy stammered. He was surprised by the request and he didn't really care to play host to Paul Hardin. "I was already planning on having it."
"Why do you want me there?" asked Paul rather puzzled.
"You're one of my top advisers Paul. I want us to see what goes on, so we understand what it is. I'm considering making it a regular part of The Choosing and I want to know exactly what they do.
"Okay," said Paul. I'll go with you."
"Very good guys. That's all I wanted. Let's go home and enjoy the rest of the day," said Jason as he gathered up the papers from the table.
As Sandy headed toward home, all he could think about was how much work he had ahead of him. This was going to be a large group of boys this year and he would be more involved than he had ever been. "Here we go again," he said to himself.
Daniel lay awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling and pondering life. Most 14-year-olds spent Sunday night thinking about how much they hate school, the homework they didn't do, or seeing their friends tomorrow. Daniel was thinking about visiting Judge Mackey. Normally a 14-year-old in Mackey country visiting a bottom wouldn't be a big deal. But for Daniel, to get the time away from his mother's watchful eye was an issue.
Earlier that evening as the brothers were returning from the fort in the woods, Daniel told Luke of his need to visit Judge and the trouble he was having finding the time to do it. Luke understood his brother's problem. Their mother signed them up for every church activity there was, and when they had free time, she monitored their activities closely. "Idle hands do the devil's work," she'd say if they asked for free time.
As the boys neared the house Luke said," I think I know how to get you time to visit Judge. When we get inside you just go along with what I say."
"Okay, but what are you gonna do?" questioned Daniel.
"Just agree with me and you'll get what you want," said Luke as he opened the door.
Inside they were greeted by their mother who told them to set the table and pointed to the plates and silverware sitting on a cabinet. Daniel and Luke each took an armful to the dining room and started to set the table. As their mom came in carrying a bowl of green beans, Luke put his plan in motion.
"Daniel, you're in the Ecology Club, right?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah," Daniel responded.
"Cool." said Luke. "Then you'll be coming over to my school tomorrow to help with the end of year clean up."
"I will?" said a surprised Daniel.
"Yeah. Mr. Carver told us that the Middle School Ecology Club was coming over after school to help us with the grounds clean up. It's kind of fun really. We walk all the fields and pick up trash and anything that can be recycled. They usually have snacks and it only lasts till about 5."
"I must have missed that, but I guess I'll be there," said Daniel as he realized what Luke was doing.
"As long as you are both home by 6, it's fine with me," said their mom as she headed back to the kitchen to get more food.
Daniel looked at his little brother and was absolutely amazed at how easily he had gotten him the free time he needed. He had to be one of the best liars in the world. Luke just smiled.
Tim Hardin sat on the bleachers and surveyed the area. The new stage was impressive. Not only was it bigger but it had two levels. The back portion of it was raised up about 8 inches to make it easier to see the boys in the back row and a staircase off to the side led to a hidden 12 X 24 feet (3.6 X 7.3 meters) deck behind the stage. On the other side was a 10X10 (3 X 3 meters) platform right up front where the tally board would be placed. Tim had to admit Matthew's dad had done a really nice job.
It didn't matter where the boys where on the padded bench, but he hoped Stevie Jacobs was in the front row. Jason would be in charge of the ceremony this year and he would decide where the boys were placed. Tim knew he wouldn't get any help from the straight arrow new President. He did still need some help to make this work though, and he was thinking of talking to Billy Mackey. Having a Council Member on board could be a good thing. Ernie and Bert were too close to Paul and he didn't want his brother involved. At least not yet anyway. Most important, he still had not selected the "star" of his show. He had considered his cousin Shawn, but that kid would be better in the audience as a crowd instigator. He was good at that. He really wanted a 13 or 14-year-old anyway. There was a lot of work to do in just 6 weeks, but he was going to make this happen.
With all these thoughts running through his brain, he decided to head home. He did his best thinking around the campfire at night with a little bit of shine warming his belly. Since it was Saturday night, the local boys would probably be dropping over and he might get an idea from one of them. As he started down the path, he smiled and thought, "Prepare to have your world rocked Sandy Jacobs."