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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It was time to organize the sleepover. After consulting with his parents, Saturday July 6th, was selected by Sandy Jacobs as the day for the event. With 25 names on the List this year it was going to be a big affair. The first step would be to invite the boys and for this task Sandy called upon Kevin and Tanner. He considered them to be his right hands. He knew he could count on both of them to help. They divided up the names by location. Sandy stressed to his partners that they needed to get the parents' permission also. If the parents weren't home, they extended the invitation to the boy but they had to go on a special list so Sandy could follow up with a visit or phone call later to make sure the adults had no objections. After handing out the lists and making sure everyone understood the instructions the three boys headed off on their bikes.
It took half the day to make all the calls but by mid-afternoon they were back at Sandy's place going over the results. Sandy took notes as they went down the List.
Tanner went first with his report. All of the boys on his list would attend except Adan Koch. His Dad was very nice but firm when he told Tanner that Adan knew all about the Choosing and he had taught his boys to stand on their own two feet. His son didn't need any group support. "The truth is they just don't trust outsiders and everyone but the deepest Mackey's are outsiders to them," Tanner added.
He also mentioned that Reed Mackey, Reeve's father, seemed surprised that we were inviting his son.
"I told him we invited all the boys on the List and he seemed really grateful. He asked if Reeve could bring Cooper and I told him yes," said Tanner as he looked at Sandy, hoping he wouldn't object.
"That's fine," Sandy responded.
"Luke Mackey wasn't home but I spoke with his Daddy. He told me Luke would come. He liked the idea of preparing the boys but there was something funny about his attitude. He seemed kind of sad or unhappy about the whole thing."
"When I got to Bert's place his dad was out but his mom said he would come," Tanner continued. "Sam never spoke, but Bert said he'd make sure his little brother was there. I think the brothers were pissed off at each other again. Sam looked kind of mad or maybe worried. I guess if I helped bottom my brother the year before I'd be worried too," Tanner chuckled. Sandy was disappointed to hear that the brothers had not buried the hatchet yet. He didn't like seeing grudges carried over into the Choosing.
Next Kevin ran through his list. Everyone he had would be there. "Carter was joking about it and asked if he could do the announcing this year. I told him he could try, but it would probably get him a lot of checkmarks so he decided he better not. His cousin Michael will be coming with him. Both of their parents are good with it," Kevin added.
"I figured we'd have their support. They're good people. I heard my dad say they were going to help with the food this year," commented Sandy.
"Cool," replied Kevin. "The only place I felt funny with a parent was at Hunter Mackey's place. His mom started asking me whether or not I liked the tradition but before I could answer Mr. Mackey cut in and told her to leave me alone. I could tell she wasn't real happy about the thing though."
"Jason mentioned that she is still pretty upset over the treatment Dean got on New Year's Eve. She found out what went on and she blames it all on the Choosing. She even went to the Senior Council about it. We need to be sure Hunter is treated fairly," Sandy said.
"And the last one that was sorta weird was Finney's place."
"What do you mean `weird?'" Sandy asked curiously.
"Well, you know that boys always real cocky. He can be a real pain sometimes. Today, he didn't say anything. He answered the door and I told him why I was there. Then he called his dad and just stood there while I talked to Mr. Finney. When I finished, he told me Henry would be there because he needs to learn how he's supposed to behave. Then he turned to the kid and said, "Ain't that right boy?" Finney just hung his head and said, "Yes Sir." I never saw that boy so quiet."
"The Choosing has a way of humbling kids," said Sandy. "And in Finney's case that ain't all bad."
Sandy asked his two Senior Bottoms if they would help with the presentation and they both agreed. He also told them he was going to invite Cal, Bert and Judge to help if they wanted. With the business concluded it was agreed they would all take a quick trip to the swimming hole and cool off. It had been a productive day.
Later that evening Sandy told his dad how many boys would be attending. With the additional helpers that Sandy invited, plus the adults that Sam Jacobs knew would be attending they realized they would be hosting and feeding over 40 people.
"Wow!" exclaimed Sam. "I'd better call your Uncle Cain tomorrow. We're going to need his help. I'll ask him to get the mats again and we might need a couple of tents for a crowd that size. Is the same menu as last year okay with you?" he asked his son.
"Sure," said Sandy. "The food was great."
"Good, because Cain loves to show off his cooking talent and he'll be tickled if I ask him to help with grilling and smoking again. All we have to do now is tell your Mom how many people are coming over and hope she doesn't kill us both." Sam chuckled as father and son headed to the kitchen to tell Mom.
Daniel had a big smile on his face and a rock-hard cock in his jeans as he walked up to the treehouse. Judge was sitting under the tree and waved to him as he approached. "How you doing today?" Judge asked.
"I'm doing just great and I'm ready to have some fun." replied Daniel.
"Good, cause I'm always ready for fun," replied Judge happily. "Do you remember any of the stuff I told you last time?"
"Sure do," answered Daniel. "It ain't a race! Relax and enjoy it. Don't be boring. Switch positions after a bit and remember your partner is more than just a butt hole."
"Very good," said Judge. "You earned yourself a real good time. Come on up."
Daniel followed Judge up the ladder. The first time he had visited the younger boy, he learned there was a bit more to fucking than he thought. He had been so horny and excited that he just lubed up, rammed his dick into Judge's butt and pounded away. He climaxed in less than 2 minutes. It was a very unsatisfying event. Judge, who liked to enjoy his customers, took the time to give the older boy some advice on his technique. He also complimented Daniel on the size of his cock and told him if they worked together he could become a real good fucker.
On his next visit to the treehouse Judge gave Daniel pointers on how to make a smooth entry. He also explained that fucking was all about pleasure not cumming. The longer you fuck the more pleasure you get. Daniel was a good student and took Judge's advice seriously. He thought about each move he made. This time they fucked for almost 10 minutes.
Today Daniel was hoping to go even longer. Thanks to Luke, who asked their mother if Daniel could take him to the ball game, Daniel had almost 2 hours of free time. He was watching Judge strip as he pulled his own jeans off.
"How do you want to do it?" Judge asked.
"Can you bend over the table? I want to try it standing up," said Daniel.
"Sure," replied Judge as he handed Daniel the lube, and turned and bent over so he was resting on his forearms with his rear end sticking out nicely.
Daniel moved in behind him and slowly rubbed his rigid dick up and down the crack until he located the anus. When he found the spot, he started pressing firmly until the head popped in. Judge let out a little gasp and a giggle.
"You did that good Daniel. You made me jump."
Daniel was smiling as he pressed the length of his cock slowly into Judge. Once he was balls deep he started slowly moving in and out of the Judge's warm and tight hole. As the pleasure built, he increased his speed and was lifting the 13-year-old up on his toes. When he felt like he was near cumming he suddenly stopped. "Let's change positions now."
"What do you want to try next?" asked Judge.
"I want to do it with you on your back like you told me about."
"One of my favorite ways," said Judge as he rose from the table and moved to the sleeping bag that lay on the floor. When he was laying on his back, he motioned for Daniel to come over. Daniel noted that Judge had a boner and that made him feel good.
The older boy watched as Judge pulled his knees up to his chest exposing his puckered hole. He wasted no time sliding in and continuing to fuck away. This time when the pleasure built he let it go. He felt so good he even announced it when he reached his climax. "I'm cumming Judge," he gasped.
"I can tell; I feel your dick throbbing," Judge said with a grunt. "It feels good."
With his cock pulsing deep inside Judge, Daniel reached up and wrapped his hand around his partner's dick. It only took a couple of pumps and Judge was shooting too. Daniel was really proud of himself. He had made a bottom cum. After a few more short jabs into the warm tightness Daniel slowly withdrew. He moved aside to allow Judge to straighten his legs but he lay close to the younger boy. "Did I do good?" he asked.
"Yes, you did. You're getting to be a good fucker for a Church Boy," Judge replied with a laugh. They both knew that was how others referred to the kids in religious families sometimes.
Daniel laughed and lightly backhanded his friend across the chest. "You should talk," he said.
After a few minutes of small talk, Daniel announced that he had to go. He had to get to the ballpark before the game was over to meet up with Luke. It was important that they go home together. As he headed toward the park, he decided it was time to visit Bert soon. He was no longer a clumsy beginner. He was ready to give the boy a good fuck. One that he would remember.
Everyone agreed that last years sleepover was a success and the kids had fun, so they mostly followed the plans from the previous year. Sandy put Kevin, Bradley, Stevie and Chase in charge of getting the balloons filled for the water war. Ethan Tucker, Ben Brewer, Sean and Judge joined that group while Sandy, Cal and Tanner helped Mr. Jacobs set up the chairs and grills for the meal.
Uncle Cain arrived before 10 o'clock with the old U-Haul filled with the gym mats, lots of ice and coolers and cases of soda. Cain and Sam Jacobs got the grills going with chunks of hardwood and the boys unloaded the truck. By noon, the truck was unloaded, the basement floor was covered by mats, the cooking fires were going and the water balloons were filled. The boys were gathered in the yard to watch the men place the briskets of beef in the smoker. Karla Jacobs recognized hungry boys when she saw them so she brought out a tray of cold cuts, veggies and chips to hold them until later. As the boys munched on their snacks, Sam went into the house and retrieved a cooler of beer he had ready and brought it out to the grill area where he and Cain enjoyed a cold one.
Between noon and 4pm a lot of parents dropped by. Jonathan Brewer stopped in with 10 lbs. (4.5 kg) of hamburger for the meal. He said he just wanted to make sure his boys were minding their manners, but he ended up spending the afternoon tipping a few beers with neighbors. Carlton Jacobs and his wife brought Cole and Connor over around 2 o'clock. Sandy had cleared it with James so his cousins could attend. Carlton joined the grill crew and Susan helped Karla in the kitchen. Connor and Cole were happy that they knew many of the kids there. They didn't feel like outsiders.
At 4:30 James Cormack, Jason Mackey and Paul and Tyler Hardin arrived. Jason apologized for being early but said he wanted to speak with Sandy before the activities began. He and Sandy found a quiet corner of the yard and sat down.
"This is my first Choosing as the new Council President and it's important to me that it goes well," Jason began. "Normally the Special Rep. runs the event but I have decided to do it a little different this year. You've been to one Choosing and I've been through six. I do hope you'll agree, I decided it's not fair to put all this on someone as green as you." He stared at Sandy waiting for a response, but got none, and continued.
"So I'm going to be the Master of Ceremonies this year. You'll be at my side throughout the show and I'll probably let you take over at times. I just think you need the training before you take over completely. Are you okay with that?"
Sandy, who was actually relieved, detected some insecurity in Jason's voice. "'I'm happy that you're going to run things. I don't think I'm really prepared yet," he answered.
"Great," said Jason feeling like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He was worried about insulting someone he regarded as a key member of his team. "Believe me, this is not about trust or ability. I know you'd do your best. I just want to give you more experience before we give you the reins."
"I'm fine with that and I'll try my best to be a good right hand for you."
"Excellent attitude Mr. Jacobs," said Jason with a smile. "Since that's settled, let's go mingle with the guests."
Sandy and Kevin greeted the boys as they arrived and introduced them to anyone they didn't know.
Alex Mackey arrived with Henry Finney and Gordon Mackey. All three were shaggy haired good-looking boys. Sandy knew Gordon was a good kid but he had been warned to watch Alex and Finney. They were both the sneaky type and were prone to picking on weaker kids.
Henry Mackey was dropped off by his dad and Sandy noted that the man got down on one knee and putting his hands on the boy's shoulders. It looked like a sort of fatherly pep talk. Henry was a real good-looking boy with blond hair and blue eyes. He was a friendly kid and popular in school but he had one weakness. He cried at the drop of a hat. Anything from a bad grade on a test to not getting picked for the team he wanted in gym would bring tears to the boy's eyes. Surprisingly however, the other boys still accepted him as a friend and he didn't get teased too much.
When Henry came to the door Sandy took him out back and made sure he found some friends to be with. He didn't want a sensitive kid to feel left out.
Mr. Reed Mackey arrived with Reeve, Cooper, Shawn Sanders and Carl Mackey. After handing the boys off to Sandy and Kevin, Reed made his way to the kitchen with a large box of assorted cookies and snacks. Karla Jacobs greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"I can't tell you how much I appreciate you including Reeve in this," Reed said.
"Don't thank me," answered Karla. "Thank my son, Sandy."
"Some folks forget he's part of the community too," Reed said softly. "It really means a lot to me that he was invited. I'll be sure and thank your son. Is Sam around?"
"He's out in the back yard. Just be warned, if you go out there, they're going to insist you stay and have a beer."
"That doesn't sound like a bad idea," said Reed as he headed out back.
One of the last boys to arrive was Trevor Havers. Sandy remembered that he was one of The Famous Five who had not settled up with Tolley. He would be starting the Choosing with a checkmark. The kid had an athletic build, dark hair and eyes and a great smile that he flashed at Sandy. As he took the kid around back and handed him off to Brad, he couldn't help thinking that he would be a good addition to the group if he gets bottomed.
When all the invited boys had arrived, Kevin and Brad started to divide up teams for the water battle. James and Jason were mingling with the kids and Paul Hardin was at the cooking area chatting with some of the Dads. Sandy was sent to the kitchen to get his dad's favorite carving knife. His mom and Aunt Susan were sitting at the kitchen table sipping wine when a loud cheer went up from the backyard. The ladies looked at Sandy who answered calmly, "Water wars are starting."
The kids spent the next hour chasing one another around the fields, throwing balloons and waiting to ambush any passersby. As the balloons ran out and the boys started drifting back to the yard, Sam Jacobs announced that it was time to get cleaned up if they wanted to eat.
Some kids were so wet that they changed their clothes. Others just pulled their shirts off and hung them in the sun to dry. Kids lined up at the garden hose to rinse the mud and grass off their legs and in less than 20 minutes everyone was ready to eat.
A line was formed starting at the grill. Cain and Sam served up the brisket and burgers then the Moms guided them through the table with baked beans, potato salad, macaroni and cheese casserole and just about anything else you could think of. The dessert table remained covered until the ladies were satisfied that the boys all ate some real food first.
As the boys finished eating, they were sent to the basement where Cal and Judge were running a Trivia game. Upstairs, all the Jacobs brothers assisted with the cleanup. When the work was done Sandy told Jason and the other Council Members that they would be starting soon. Everyone headed downstairs. Sandy surveyed the room to be sure only Mackeys were present and when he was satisfied, he stepped to the front. Jason, James and Paul had seats just off to the side of him so they could observe the crowd.
On the other side in the room was the padded bench where Sandy had been publicly fucked last year. He had no specific plans for it this year, but he thought it would be a good prop if there were questions about how the candidates were bent over. He had also put marks on the floor exactly 2 ft. apart so the boys could feel how wide they would be expected to spread their legs. Satisfied that all was ready, he called out to the group.
"Okay guys, lets wrap up the game back there. It's time to talk about why we are all here. Everybody get comfortable now because we're gonna start in two minutes." The group playing Trivia broke up quickly. Kids moved toward the front, spread out their sleeping bags and paired up with their buddies. Sandy took advantage of the moment and asked Jason if he wanted to say anything. Jason declined the offer.
"This is your show. We came to observe and learn. They'll hear enough from me in nine days," said Jason.
Sandy again took center stage. He knew what he was going to say, but it felt funny knowing that his peers from the Council were watching. As the room got quiet and all eyes turned to him, he began.
"The 25 of you guys here tonight are making Mackey history. You are on the largest Choosing List we've ever had. I guess you guys know that we have a brand-new stage at Old Knot that is big enough to hold everybody and we have some new guidelines for length of service." The last sentence got everybody's attention. "This year we will be selecting 5 bottoms," Sandy said bringing a collective gasp from the audience.
"Why so many?" Carter Mackey protested loudly.
"Let me finish," said Sandy in his best authoritative voice. "Just listen and don't interrupt and then you'll understand." He didn't want to lose control of a bunch of 12-year-olds in front of his fellow Councilmen.
"Now, as I was saying, this year we will be selecting 5 bottoms. The two boys with the most votes will serve for 2 years. The other 3 will serve for 18 months. Any questions on that?"
Michael Mackey raised his hand and Sandy nodded to him. "So, nobody gets bottomed for 3 years?" he asked.
"That's right," replied Sandy. "2 years is our longest term of service this year. Do you guys like that idea?"
The boys looked at one another and nodded their heads in agreement.
"Are you still giving check marks?" Alex Mackey called out. Everyone present knew a check mark meant you'd be giving a public blow job.
"You bet," answered Sandy. "And if you don't mind your manners at the ceremony, you'll be getting them."
Henry Mackey raised his hand and Sandy nodded to him. "What will you get check marks for?" the shy 12-year-old asked.
"I'd like to hold off on that question for a couple minutes if you don't mind, Henry. In a minute we're going to go through the whole Choosing, step by step, so that you guys will know what to expect and what is expected of you. I think you'll get your answer when we go through the rules. Is that okay with you?"
Henry nodded his approval.
"Are there any other general questions?" Sandy asked.
Hunter Mackey raised his hand rather hesitantly. And Sandy called on him. "Go ahead Hunter."
"I don't understand," he began nervously, "how letting other boys rape us holds our community together like everybody says."
The room got very silent and all eyes were on Sandy.
Jason Mackey leaned over to James and whispered, "That's his mother's question. Either she put him up to this or he overheard her saying that."
Sandy cleared his throat and made a quick decision how to answer. "First off, I don't like the word RAPE. RAPE involves being forced and we don't hold people down and fuck them at the Choosing. They submit themselves to the community. Everybody agrees to submit to the rules before we get started. That is a big difference so let's not say Rape. Nobody gets raped at the Choosing. They get fucked."
Sandy paused for a moment and looked around the room. He had everyone's attention, but he wasn't sure he had their hearts. He remembered the talk his dad gave him about his grandpa in the Korean War and how that helped him to see things. He decided to use that idea.
"To help you understand how that holds our community together, I'm going to take you back in time a little," he began, "Back when my Grandfather was about 18-years-old, there was a war in a country called Korea and we needed soldiers to fight. Now Korea is really far away. It's so cold in the winter that if you take your gloves off for too long your fingertips freeze and they have to cut them off. The food the soldiers got came in little cans and my grandpa said it tasted like dog food, but it was all they had and it kept you alive. Nobody really wanted to go there, but we needed soldiers. So they gathered up all the 18-year-olds and took them to the city for a day. They stripped them down and examined them up and down from head to toe. At the end of the day they picked the ones they thought would be the best to do the job that nobody really wanted, but it had to be done. They made them soldiers. The guys weren't always happy if they got picked but they served because they had a duty to do so, and the people around the country respected them for it. Sounds a lot like our Choosing, doesn't it?" he asked. Several kids nodded their heads in agreement.
"We aren't fighting a war here, but we are fighting a battle," Sandy continued. A lot of the kids looked at one another rather confused by that statement. "We are fighting, what I call, the battle of growing up. We fight that battle every day. We have parents to help us learn right from wrong and we have teachers to educate us, but, there's one area that we have nobody to help with." Sandy stopped here and looked around. Everyone, including the Council Members, were listening intently. "How many of you have been up at the front of the class in school giving a report or working on the blackboard, when suddenly you pop a boner! Come on now be honest. How many of you had that happen?" Most of the audience was giggling and about half of them put their hands up.
"It can get worse than that too. When you go back to your seat, trying to cover the tent in the front of your pants as you walk, you think your finally safe, but you're not. That darn boner won't go down. Then the bell rings and you gotta go to the next class. So, you put your books in front of you and stroll down the hall like it's normal to walk like that." As he spoke, he pretended to cover his crotch with books and did a silly walk across the front of the room. The kids were laughing out loud now and acknowledging that it had happened to them.
"When the day is finally over and you're on the bus riding home, that old bus vibrates so much that your dicks rubbing against your jeans and keeping you hard as a board. You get home and head for the bathroom to finally get some relief." Here a lot of kids laugh out loud. "Don't laugh," Sandy said. "We all do it. Now, as I was saying, you get your pants down and you're going to town." Again, he stopped and made a rapid jacking motion with his hand. "You are almost there. It feels great. You're ready to shoot when there's a knock on the door that makes you freeze." Sandy knocked three times on the wall and in a silly falsetto voice says, "Honey, are you okay in there? You've been in there a long time!" Sandy dropped his shoulders and put a look of total exasperation on his face. The boys in front of him were totally cracking up now. "I'm fine Mom. Be out in a minute," he answered. "For those of you that have older brothers and sisters it can be worse." Again he rapped on the wall three times and said in a loud voice," Hey squirt. We all know what you're doin in there. Hurry it up. Other people want to use the bathroom." He stepped back and forth across the room and watched the boys smiling and agreeing with him. "That is the battle of growing up." He didn't expect it but the kids gave him applause.
Paul Hardin leaned over to Jason and whispered, "Jacobs isn't one of my favorite people, but I gotta give it to him. He's quick on his feet. Tim would have just told the kid who asked a question like that to sit down and shut the fuck up."
"That's why I wanted him on our team. He's a smart boy," answered Jason.
Sandy put on a serious tone. "I made that a little silly, but it is a real problem and that is where our bottoms come in. As a member of the Mackey Brotherhood you can visit a bottom whenever you feel the need. You don't have to walk around frustrated all day. I know being a bottom is a job nobody wants, but the guys who are picked do it for all of us. They do it because it's important. They do it because as a Mackey you have a duty to serve the community if your called." The room was quiet now as everyone thought about what Sandy said. They had all heard their parents explain this, but it was clearer now. The 14-year-old Council Member had helped them understand it better than they ever had before.
"So, Hunter, do you see now why the Choosing is an important part of our Community?" Sandy asked looking directly at the boy.
Hunter was silent, but he nodded his head.
"If there are no more questions I'm going to turn this over to Kevin Mackey and Cal Brewer for a bit. They are going to tell you what it will be like at the Choosing."
Kevin and Cal came up to the front and carried the padded bench from the side wall to the center of the room. They placed it just in front of the marks on the floor showing the 2-foot width. Kevin addressed the boys. "Good evening everybody. I'm Kevin and this is Cal," he said pointing to his partner. "We are going to start off by asking you a few questions. If you know the answer, call it out." All the kids got quiet waiting for the question.
"What time does the Choosing start?" Kevin asked.
"Nine fifteen," 25 voices called out together.
"Good," said Kevin. "It's important that you get there on time. I recommend you get there at least 20 minutes early. This year is going to be crowded and there might be a line to check in."
"What happens if you're late?" Cal asked.
Again, 25 voices answered at once; "Checkmarks."
"Correct," said Cal. "You will get one checkmark for every minute you are late. You don't want to be late."
Kevin quickly threw out the next question. "What's the first thing you do when you get to Old Knot?"
Multiple answers were called out. "Strip! Take your clothes off! Get naked."
"Those are all right answers." Kevin said. "Next to the stage there is an area where you can leave your clothes. Once you strip you go to the stage and check in. There they'll ask you if you agree to the rules. They also give you any minus points you might have earned from last year. Then you'll be taken to your spot on one of the benches and told to bend over. This part is important. When you bend over make sure you're comfortable because you're going to be there for a while. If you get up to change position later you could get a checkmark. Once you're bent over you're supposed to stay there. You have to spread your feet 2 feet apart and keep them there. For those that want to know how far that is we have marks on the floor up here so you can come up and try it if you want."
Kevin knew the next part got a little more intense and would draw questions, so he decided to give them a break. "Okay everybody. We're gonna take a 10-minute break. You can use the bathroom or check out the snacks and sodas at the back of the room. Don't go far because we have more to cover."
Cal and Kevin then walked over to Sandy. "Did we do okay?" asked Cal.
"You were both great. You got them listening and paying attention. Keep it up," Sandy replied.
Just then James called to Sandy so he excused himself and went over to see what was needed.
"I just wanted to congratulate you on how well you handled Hunter's question," James said. "That was an excellent answer."
"You did handle that well," added Jason. "You know that was a strange question coming from a kid that had a lot of fun at last year's Choosing. It's funny how their attitudes change when it's their year."
Much to Sandy's surprise, Paul Hardin also complimented him. "Good job Jacobs," Paul said.
Sandy felt good that they were all happy with the way he handled it. He felt like he had earned some real respect. Looking around the room he saw Brad standing with Connor. He had almost forgotten his older cousin and was glad Brad was with him. Again, he excused himself and went to check on Connor.
"You guys enjoying the show?" he asked.
"You're a hell of a speaker Sandy," Connor blurted out. "I couldn't stand in front of a group this big and do what you did. You didn't even look nervous."
Bradley was laughing and added," You should of heard his speech when he was running for Council. He got a standing ovation."
"The important part is are you learning anything about the traditions?" Sandy asked Connor.
"Yes I am. I'm paying attention in case Cole asks any questions." Connor didn't want to say that what he was really thinking about was the sight of all these good-looking boys bent over with their bare rears on display. He got hard several times just thinking about it.
"Where is Cole?" Sandy asked realizing he hadn't spent any time with his younger cousin all night.
"Stevie's taking care of him," said Brad. "They're over there with Tyler Hardin."
Sandy saw the three boys talking and they all looked happy enough. He didn't go over. Then he noticed Kevin standing up front and knew they were ready to start again. He said his goodbyes and returned to the front.
Cal had just joined Kevin and the two of them raised their hand over their heads and started clapping loudly. "Back to your places everybody. We have more to cover," Cal yelled. Kids quickly got seated and the room was quiet again.
"When we stopped, you were all checked in and assigned a spot on the rail. Next, everybody's gotta get lubed up," Kevin announced. A collective groan went up from the boys and many of them made faces of disgust. "Hey," said Kevin. "Trust me, you don't want to go through this without being lubed up. Even if you don't get fucked guys are going to stick a finger up your butt. It's a lot better to be lubed."
In the back of the room Connor had to reach down and adjust things in his shorts.
"Getting lubed up doesn't really hurt," Cal continued. "It just feels weird. You're going to hear kids grunt and groan when they get lubed because nobody's used to someone sticking a finger in back there. Just relax and get it over with. It's for your own good and besides, you don't have a choice. It's part of the Choosing and it's going to happen." After the last sentence there were a lot of boys with somber looks on their faces.
"After that you will all be introduced to the crowd. They'll give your name and age and probably make a comment about your ass. Just remember it's all in fun," said Kevin. "After you're all introduced they will open the voting. Here is where you have to keep cool and mind your manners. Guys are going to come down and ask you questions like, "How many times have you been fucked?" or "Do you like getting fucked?" They're just trying to get a rise out of you. Don't get mad or give smart ass answers. You're required by the rules to give honest answers and if you don't you could get a checkmark. While they are looking you over some of them are going to vote for you. Everybody knows if you feel a kid writing his name on your back you have a vote. Be cool! It's going to happen at least a couple of times."
Cal picked up the explanation. "Like Kevin said earlier, some guys are going to stick a finger in your butt. You have to relax and let them. When you are bent over your body is community property and they can touch you anywhere you want. They can tickle your balls and squeeze your dick. You're probably gonna get your butt slapped a couple of times. The best thing you can do is relax and roll with it. Don't jump up. Don't lose your temper and don't call anybody names. I know it's hard, but you gotta relax."
"Do they smack your butt hard?" Henry Mackey asked.
"Probably no harder than your mama does," answered Cal and several boys gritted their teeth and sucked in a breath.
Kevin continued, "After about 2 hours, they try and give you a break. It'll be short, but it feels good to stretch after being bent over so long. It also gives the Council time to add up the votes. Take advantage of it and move a little. When the break is over, they usually announce the standings. With 25 of you guys they may only call out the top 5 or 10. Then the voting continues until it's done."
"When the voting is over the new bottoms will be announced. I think you all know how the Choosing ends. The new bottoms will be fucked 4 times each and anybody with checkmarks will be giving blowjobs. That will be the end until next year. Anybody have any questions?"
Kevin was surprised by the silence. Maybe he and Cal had been too blunt. Maybe they just wanted time to let it all sink in.
Sandy stepped to the center and added," When the Choosing is over I expect to see all of you wish the new bottoms luck. Remember that they are going to serve us all in a way you didn't want to, or were even afraid of. They are the ones who are going to step up and do it. I better not hear any teasing or name calling either. If you don't treat the bottoms with respect, you will regret it. Right Sam?" he asked, looking directly at Bert's little brother, who nodded in agreement and hoped Sandy wouldn't say anymore. The 14-year-old looked over the room then nodded to Kevin to continue.
"Well then if there are no questions, we are done. The rail is here if anybody wants to see what it feels like and the marks are on the floor so you can feel how wide your legs should be spread. Cal and I will be here for some time yet so, if you think of any questions feel free to ask." And the presentation was over.
Kevin and Cal immediately went over to Sandy and asked if he was happy with their explanation of the days events. "You guys did super," Sandy told them. "You were honest, but you didn't scare them and you covered everything. Great job. I owe you both."
"You don't owe me anything," Cal said. "I was happy to help."
"You do owe me," Kevin agreed. "And I plan on collecting later tonight."
Sandy took a deep breath, rolled his eyes. This was an important night and all Kevin was thinking about was getting laid. He did, however, do an excellent job on the presentation so he was excused.
"Now," Sandy said. "For your last job tonight go and talk with the guys and see if you get any more questions. Try to mingle with all of them. Look for any kids that seem really bummed out or depressed. Let me know if any of them seem too stressed out or anything. I just want to say bye to Jason and his crew and then I'll join you."
"Got it," replied Cal and he pulled Kevin toward the groups of kids scattered about the basement.
Sandy walked over to James, Jason, and Paul, who had stood up and appeared to be ready to leave. "Have you seen enough?" asked Sandy.
"I think we have," Jason responded. "That was a pretty detailed presentation. Do the bottoms always assist like this?"
"No, this is the first year. They volunteered to help."
"I'm impressed," James chimed in. "I like seeing kids that want to help and be a part of things."
"It was a good show," Paul added. "You gave this group more information than anybody ever gave me.
***
"I don't think anybody likes it, but it's part of the Choosing. You gotta do it. Think of it as a test of bravery," said Cooper.
"I'm gonna do it because my dad wants me to. I'm doing it for him," Reeve answered.
"That's good," agreed Cooper. "I think he'll be real proud of you."
Sandy decided to jump into the overheard conversation here. "You guys know I'll be there all day and I'll help you in any way I can."
"That's good to know," said Cooper. "I think we are gonna do okay. Right Reeve?"
"We are going to do okay and I'm going to make Dad proud," Reeve answered.
"Good," said Sandy. "I believe you will too."
Sandy got up just as Kevin came up behind him. "Me and Cal covered the whole room," he said. "The only one that seems really nervous is Henry Mackey, but Cal told me, he's always like that."
"Yeah, I heard that too, but we'll keep an eye on him anyway. I wanna visit my little cousin and see what he thought of the evening. Gimme a couple of minutes then we'll see what food is left."
"Sounds good to me," answered Kevin.
Sandy went to the back wall where Stevie, Tyler, Cole and Luke Mackey sat covered by sleeping bags. "How are you guys doing back here?" Sandy asked.
"We're doing great. Just waiting for you to turn the lights out," Stevie said with a giggle.
Then Sandy noticed the blue jeans scattered around the floor, and he realized this was going to be a jerk off session as soon as he dimmed the lights. Stevie, Tyler and Luke had big grins on their faces. Cole looked a bit nervous. "I was gonna talk to Cole, but I guess we can do that in the morning. I'll leave you guys alone now."
"Good idea," said Stevie. "And don't forget the lights." All four 12-year-olds were giggling now.
Sandy joined Kevin and Connor, who were waiting at the foot of the stairs. After Sandy announced that the lights would be going out in 10 minutes, the three older boys went upstairs.
They dug a plate of leftover brisket out of the refrigerator and grabbed some chips and cheese dip and sat around the kitchen table. Cal Brewer came up from the basement and jokingly accused them of abandoning him, "You were gonna let the 12-year-olds have me," he complained as he sat down.
"Sandy would never do that," Kevin said firmly. "Next to me you're the best bottom he has."
Cal smiled at the comment and Kevin giggled at his own joke. Only Sandy noticed that Connor had quickly looked up from his plate and raised his eyebrows a bit.
After their snack the group went back downstairs and found some floorspace to spread out their sleeping bags for the night. It had been a successful sleepover. Sandy was thinking about the conversations he wanted to have with both Cole and Connor in the morning. When he awoke tomorrow there would be only 8 days left till the Choosing.
Only a few boys were stirring when Sandy woke. It was almost 8 o'clock, but the basement was quiet. Upstairs he discovered his mom had a buffet with biscuits, danish, and orange juice set up. He sat down to have a bite and his dad joined him.
"Do you think Cole has made up his mind about being in this years Choosing?" his Dad asked.
"I don't know. I didn't get to talk to him last night. Stevie seemed to be taking good care of him though, and I didn't see any tears. I'll get with him before he leaves."
"Thanks! I know Carlton is going to ask me later, so keep me informed if you would."
"Will do," said Sandy as he headed back downstairs. Kids were moving around a bit so he helped roll up sleeping bags and find lost shoes. Once he had them packed, he directed them upstairs for a little breakfast. The first parents arrived just a bit after 9 am and by 10 over half the guests were gone. Tyler Hardin and Luke Mackey had left on their own and Sandy saw Stevie and Cole sitting alone having what appeared to be a serious discussion. He decided to join them.
"Did you have a good time Cole?" Sandy asked as he sat down.
"Yes, I did. I made a couple of new friends too."
"That is very cool. I hope you learned a little bit about the Choosing. It's only 8 days away."
"I know," said Cole with a serious look, "and I'm gonna be in it."
"I'm really glad to hear that," said a very surprised Sandy. "I think you made the right decision."
"I'm really scared, but I'll feel better having Stevie and his friends with me. Tyler and Luke are cool and if they can do it, I can do it too. But, right now I gotta go pee," Cole said as he threw back the sleeping bag revealing he was naked. He bypassed his underwear and pulled on his shorts then hurried up the stairs.
"I don't know what you said Stevie, but you did a good thing. Now he won't have to worry about it for a whole year."
"We just told him that we were all scared, just like him, but we knew we had to do it. I kind of hinted that you might be able to help with some protection too," Stevie added hopefully. "Then after he said he would, Luke and me took turns sucking him off. He was really funny. He couldn't stop his hips from bouncing up and down."
"Sometimes you scare me Stevie," said Sandy as he shook his head and headed back upstairs. There was a lot of clean up to do.
Tripp Headley had just finished a pick-up baseball game, and was happy he had gotten four hits, including a home run, even though his team had lost. As he got to his bike, he saw an envelope stuck under the bottom of the small saddlebag behind the seat. He grabbed it and saw that it was sealed. Small printing on the back said, "Open in private."
With his curiosity aroused, Tripp looked around. No other kids seemed to be paying attention. He tore open the envelope and found two pages inside. The first was type-written and short, and the second was a map showing a path that lead to the northern part of Indian Spring.
He didn't want to read it here, so he shoved it into his pocket. He mounted his bike for the short ride home, eager to see what it was about.
Once home, he hurried to his room. He pulled out the first page of the note and started reading.
"Trip: I'm sure you have heard some things about what goes on each summer in Indian Spring. It is a very big secret, but many kids have heard rumors. However, I'm sure you know much more than the average kid living in Coolspring. I know you aren't exactly welcomed there, but I can promise you that on July 15 you do not need to worry. Every Mackey will either be at a place called Old Knot or will be as far from there as possible. The map I made will give you a safe route in, and it shows a spot I have personally verified is a safe hiding spot where you will be able to see all of the boys on the stage. I strongly recommend you bring your cameras.
I don't know what happened between you and Kelley Tucker, but he was not a Mackey and therefore had no right to have you excluded from here. Too bad you couldn't have been here last year to see his ass exposed for all to see on the stage.
This year promises to be just as good, as there will be many kids naked and exposed. I'd be happy to buy any pictures you manage to get. Think big: $$$$. From where I will be, having a camera would be a very big mistake, but as long as you stay in the spot I marked on the map, you will be fine. I will come to you a day or two later, and hopefully you will have something to sell."
Tripp looked at the map. He had heard of Old Knot, but had no idea where it was. And as the writer of the note said, he did know a few of the details about what happened there every July. It was why has parents, who wanted to move there, were waiting until he got older. But he didn't know why they had to wait. His mother was super pissed to find out he'd tried to blackmail Ethan Tucker into sex. But it had almost turned out okay. He'd even gotten a very wonderful blowjob from Kelley. Of course, that didn't make up for the bloody nose the asshole had also given him. The kid had sucker punched him, and even though he denied it, the truth was it had made him cry.
But then his mom found out that everything Kelley had said was true, which meant that he had lied to her. And the worst part was that he had to give the blowjobs that Tucker was supposed to give.
The last time he tried to enter Indian Spring he was given a black eye and then told in no uncertain terms that he was not welcomed. If he tried coming into the Spring again, he would get a beating he wouldn't forget. It was all Tucker's fault. He'd have even gotten away with the blowjobs and blackmail if his best friend hadn't sold him out. Kelley had been willing to do anything to get the pictures.
He knew that some kind of ceremony took place there. He didn't think it was an awards kind of thing, from rumors he had heard it was more like an initiation. And if he could believe the writer of the letter, it involved naked boys. He wondered what could go on at such an event. And how they decided who was on the stage and who wasn't.
But the key word in that thought was `believe.' He had no idea who had put the note on his bike. It was someone who knew he had a couple of cameras, but that was common knowledge. He was one of the photographers for the school paper, and had won an award for a picture he had taken. Even though he was in a different school system then the Indian Spring kids, it was likely that they had seen his picture in the local papers when he won the award.
Trip thought that the writer probably lived in Indian Spring. While there were rumors, the only time he'd ever heard the name Old Knot was a whispered conversation between his parents one night when they thought he was asleep.
The writer also might know about the attempted blackmail. Maybe it was a friend of Tucker. Or even Kelly himself, wanting to get revenge. But from what he knew about the kid, that wasn't how the boy acted.
The idea of money was cool. Everyone needed money. He got a generous allowance from his parents. Not as much as most of the kids he knew from school, but a lot more than the riffraff from Indian Spring. However, money he could spend without his parents knowing its origin was always welcomed.
He decided he needed to take a chance. First, he would check-out the hiding spot himself. To do that meant following the trail into Indian Spring. But if he went early in the morning, before most kids got out of bed, he should be safe enough. He decided he'd go tomorrow morning.
***
The next day his alarm woke him at the ungodly hour of five o'clock. He moaned, but got up and dressed quietly. He left the house and rode his bike until he reached the edge of the woods. There were plenty of places to hide it. It only took a few minutes to find the trail the map showed.
It was old, and vines and new growth were starting to close in. But that was good because it meant that it wasn't being used. Once in the woods it got dark enough to make seeing difficult, but that would also hide him. The nightly dew also meant it was possible to move quietly. He followed it to the first split where the map said to go to the right.
It took nearly an hour to reach the end point. The morning sun had now penetrated to the floor of the woods, but it was still in deep shadow and the only sounds were birds. At this point the trees thinned out, but the map directed him to go slightly to the right.
He was dozens of yards away when he saw the spot. Just beyond it he could make out a large clearing, and in the center of it was a raised stage with padded platforms. Beyond that were grandstands. The hiding spot was a small hill surrounded by leafy small trees, poison ivy, and some thorn bushes. But he could see the small hole cut in it on this side. He had to crawl, and got a few scratches from the effort, but once inside he could pull the branches back and saw he had a wonderful view of the entire stage. Almost as good as he could have gotten from the grandstands on the other side.
The hiding spot had checked out. The map had brought him right to it. He left, knowing he'd be back early in the morning on July 15th.