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 after 8 am but Stevie was still in bed. He knew he had to get up, but it felt so good just lying there stroking his boner under the sheets. He was torn between jerking off now or waiting until his cousin arrived for even better fun. As he was debating what to do, Brad banged on his door and shouted, "You gotta get up Stevie. Moms leaving in 10 minutes and she wants to see you before she goes."
"I'll be right down," grumbled the younger brother. He didn't like being rushed, but he wasn't about to tangle with his Mom so early in the morning. He pulled on a pair of cut-off jeans and headed down to the kitchen. Barefoot and shirtless he joined his other brothers Chase and Brad at the table.
"Where's Sandy?" Stevie asked.
"Kevin and him left early. They're helping Jason get everything ready for Monday," Brad answered.
Stevie didn't want to think about Monday right now. He wasn't awake enough and he didn't want to start the day off thinking about the Choosing so he didn't ask for any details. Just than his mom entered the kitchen with a plate stacked high with pancakes and set it on the table.
"Good morning sleepyhead," she said to Stevie. "I was hoping to see you before I left. Do you have any plans for today?" she inquired.
"Nothing special," the boy answered. "Me and Cole are going over to Ethan's. I'm not sure what we're gonna do."
"That sounds fine," Mrs. Jacobs responded. "Just be sure you're home by 6:00 for dinner. It's Friday and Dad's bringing pizza home."
"Don't worry Mom. I won't be late for pizza." Stevie replied.
Just then there was a knock on the kitchen door. The door opened and Cole stuck his head in. "Can I come in?" he asked.
Stevie, who couldn't talk because of a mouth full of pancakes waved him in.
"Good morning Cole. Have you had breakfast?" Karla Jacobs asked.
"Yes ma'am," Cole responded.
"Okay then. Bradley, you are going to take Chase with you over to the Brewers when you go. Is that right?"
"Yes Mom," Brad answered.
"And Stevie, you and Cole are going over to the Tuckers. Just remember to be home for dinner."
"I will Mom," Stevie said.
"I've got to run boys. Bradley would you put the milk and orange juice away when everyone's done please?"
"I will Mom."
Karla Jacobs then gave each boy a kiss and headed out the door.
With his parents at work and both his older brothers out with their friends, Henry had the house to himself. He liked it that way. He was sitting on his front porch steps watching kids coming and going from the park. He was bored, but he didn't want to go over to the park because he was sure he would run into some older kids and he was really tired of the comments about the upcoming Choosing. If one more kid told him what a great looking ass he had and how good he was going to look bent over, he swore he'd punch them. He wouldn't really but that's what he felt like. More likely he'd get tears in his eyes and run away. He knew the teasing was mostly in fun, but he just couldn't take anymore. As he was starting to work himself into a depressed mood, a figure coming from the park caught his attention. The kid was carrying a fishing pole in one hand and a plastic bucket in the other. He was wearing cut-off jeans and his shirt was off and slung over one shoulder. Henry recognized Carl Mackey and waved at him. Carl waved back and turned toward Henry's place.
Henry was usually pretty shy but Carl was special. He was always friendly at school and, well, Henry really liked the way he looked. It was hard to explain, but Henry just felt good around Carl and he liked looking at his body. Once when Carl came to the swimming hole and stripped down for a dip, Henry couldn't stop staring at him and finally had to get dressed because he was getting a boner. It had been getting worse lately, but he couldn't help himself. He wouldn't miss a chance to see and talk with him.
As Carl approached, Henry quickly adjusted himself inside the baggy gym shorts he was wearing. He didn't want a tent popping up while they were talking. "You catch anything?" Henry asked.
"Nahh," Carl answered. "Nothin's biting this morning. I can't really concentrate anyway. I got too much else on my mind."
"I know what you mean," replied Henry knowingly. "Hey, you want a soda? My mom got root beer."
"That sounds great," said Carl as he climbed the steps to the porch.
"Have a seat. I'll be right back," said Henry as he hurried into the house to get the sodas. Carl set his bucket next to a chair and leaned his fishing pole against the house before he sat down.
Henry emerged from the house carrying two glasses and handed one to the other boy. "Thanks," said Carl. "It is getting hot our already."
"You're welcome," Henry replied. "You know, I really shouldn't have you up here since you're not a member."
"What are you talking about Henry?" asked Carl looking rather confused.
"You see, my porch here is The Hanging Out Hideout, and it's for members only," he said with a silly smile.
Carl, realizing that Henry was playing with him, decided to go along with it. "Okay, well how do I become a member? He asked.
"I'll have to initiate you," said Henry seriously as he set his glass down and stood in front of his friend. "First I'll open the windows to your soul," he said as he extended his arms with fingers outstretched toward Carl's face and then waved them sideways. "Now, your soul is open. Next," Henry said, still using his serious voice, "I need to whack you with a worm," he giggled as he quickly reached into the bait bucket, pulled out a worm and smacked his friend on the leg with it.
"Hey," shouted Carl who was laughing so hard he almost spilled his soda.
"And finally, I have to give you the secret sign," said Henry as he spun around, bent over and yanked his shorts down flashing his bare rear at Carl.
Both boys were now laughing out loud. "You know you're crazy Henry," said Carl between giggles.
"I had to make you a member. Rules are rules," replied Henry as he pulled his shorts up.
"You're a really funny guy Henry, how come you're always so quiet at school?" asked Carl.
"I don't know. I just get nervous when there are a lot of people. It's different when it's just you and me."
"I guess I know what you mean, but I bet you'd have everybody rolling on the floor if you acted like you do with me. I'm glad you're a little crazy. I needed a good laugh."
"It's kind of funny," said Henry. "You and I are the last guys that should be laughing about bare butts right now."
"You're right, but if we don't laugh a little we'd probably go nuts," answered Carl.
After finishing his root beer and talking a few more minutes, Carl announced he had to be heading home.
"Are you gonna be fishing over the weekend?" inquired Henry
"Maybe Saturday, but I won't be allowed Sunday. I'll have to stay close to home."
"Well, if you can stop by tomorrow. I'll be here and you're a member now so you can hang out."
Both boys laughed and Carl turned to leave.
"Hey Carl," Henry called.
"What," asked Carl expecting a smart aleck remark.
"If I get bottomed would you use me?" asked Henry very seriously.
"Heck, I don't know," answered Carl. "Would you use me if I get picked?"
"Wow, that is a tough question. I didn't mean to put you on the spot."
"I'll tell you this," Carl continued. "I'd rather be used by you than a lot of those other jerks out there."
"Same here," said Henry softly.
Carl walked off toward home leaving Henry to think about what they had just said.
Having a swimming pool made the Brewer's home a popular gathering spot on hot afternoons like this one. Stevie, Cole and Ethan had gotten tired of hanging around the Tucker's yard so at Ashton's urging they all hopped on their bikes and headed over to Cal and Ben's place for a swim. By the time they arrived Sean, Brad and Cal had spent all their energy in Cal's bedroom and were relaxing around the pool as Chase and Ben, both naked, chased one another through the water.
"Come on in guys," Cal called as the newcomers came through the side gate. Stevie, Cole and Ethan sat down next to the older boys as Ashton stripped off his clothes eager to join his friends in the pool.
"What's the matter? You guys look bored," asked Brad.
"We didn't want to go to the park cause we'd have to listen to crap from the older kids, but we wanted to swim so we came over here. Can we go for a swim Cal?" Stevie asked.
"Course you can. You guys are always welcome. You should know that Stevie," said Cal.
"Cool! Let's go for a dip guys," said Stevie as he let his cut-offs drop to his ankles. Cole and Ethan followed his lead. Just as they were ready to jump in another voice called from the gate. It was Luke Mackey.
"Can I join you guys?" asked Luke hopefully.
"Join the party," Cal answered.
Luke walked quickly across the yard and greeted everybody. "I was just riding around and I saw your bikes in the drive so I thought I'd stop in. Can I swim with you guys?" he asked.
"Sure," said Cal. "Friends of Stevie and Ethan are welcome."
"Thanks," said Luke as he dropped his shorts and stepped out of them.
Sean could no longer resist having a little fun with the 12-year-olds so he said, "You three really look good naked. Makes me kind of look forward to Monday." Cal and Brad couldn't help laughing as Stevie, Cole and Luke all blushed deep red and lost their smiles.
"Very funny Sean," said Stevie. "You weren't looking forward to it last year," he added spitefully.
"Come on Stevie," Brad said softly. "You know he's only kidding. Besides, we're all gonna be there for you guys. I'm your sponsor, remember?"
"I know," Stevie mumbled. "It's just that as it gets closer, it makes me more worried."
"I'm sorry I upset you Stevie," said Sean. "I do remember last year and I know it's not fun, but you will get through it and like Brad said, we'll be there with you."
Luke cut in the conversation here. "You have a sponsor Stevie?" he asked.
"Yeah, Brad's my sponsor. It gets rid of 2 points."
"How about you Cole, do you have a sponsor?" Luke wanted to know.
"I don't know," Cole replied. "Do I Brad?"
"Shoot," exclaimed Brad. "I think we forgot that. Don't worry Cole, I'll talk to Sandy tonight and we'll get somebody for you. It does matter."
"Who's your sponsor Luke?" Stevie asked.
"I guess I don't have one either. My brothers never went through a Choosing so they can't do it. Shit, I'm really not ready for this. I don't know who to ask," said Luke.
"Let me talk to my brother Sandy. He knows lots of people and he'll help you find somebody," said Stevie as he put his hand on Luke's shoulder.
"Thanks Stevie. You're a good friend."
"I thought you guys were gonna go swimming," said Sean trying to lighten up the mood.
Yeah, we are. Let's get wet guys," Stevie said as he ran to the pool and jumped in. Cole and Luke followed.
Cal looked at Bradley and Sean and stated, "You know these guys are in for one of the worst days of their life. It doesn't matter what we say. I remember last year and I wouldn't want to do it again for all the money in the world."
Sean and Brad nodded their silent agreement as they watched the younger boys splashing around in the pool.
It was almost 9 PM but it was still light out. Sandy was sitting on top of the picnic table and Brad, Sean, Stevie and Cole were seated on bench seats. Kevin lay on the grass next to Connor.
"I did forget about a sponsor for Cole. He really should have one for the extra protection," Sandy said.
"What about Sean," suggested Bradley. "He knows the rules and he'll watch out for Cole."
"Would you do that for me Sean?" Cole asked hopefully.
"Sure. I can't say no to my best friend's little cousin," answered Sean as he playfully punched Cole's arm. "That means you gotta listen to me though. Sometimes things can get tough on stage," Sean added.
"If you think you can handle it Sean, I'd really appreciate it," said Sandy.
"Wait a minute," interrupted Kevin. "You guys are not thinking. I should be Cole's sponsor. That would give him serious protection and discourage a lot of other votes."
"Damn!" said Sandy loudly. "I wasn't thinking. With all your friends and connections and -10 points on his back, he'd have real protection. Would you do that Kevin?"
"Just like Sean said. I'd do anything for my best friend's little cousin," said Kevin with a smile.
"That's perfect," said Bradley. "Sandy protects Stevie and Kevin protects Cole. Couldn't be better."
"I only understand some of this, but I know you just did Cole a big favor Kevin. Thanks," Connor said sincerely.
"No big deal," said Kevin as he sat up and rubbed his hand up and down Connor's thigh. "Friends take care of each other. Right?"
Kevin rubbing Connor's leg did not escape Sandy's notice, but he wasn't going to say anything at the moment. He was surprised that Connor accepted Kevin's touching.
"That takes care of everyone except Luke," Stevie said.
"Luke Mackey?" asked Sandy rather confused. "What's he have to do with it?"
"Luke doesn't have a sponsor and his brothers can't do it because they never went through a Choosing. He's a good friend so I told him I'd ask you," explained Stevie. "He's really scared and nobody in his family can help him."
Sandy sighed deeply. He knew this must mean a lot to his little brother or he wouldn't have brought it up. He also remembered Luke's father was the kid who got such a raw deal in the 1968 Choosing. Maybe the kid should get a break Sandy thought.
"Sean, do you know Luke?" asked Sandy.
"Just from seeing him hanging around with Stevie and Ethan. I think he's a good kid. I'm not so sure about his older brother Daniel though. I heard some stories about him."
"Let's just think about Luke for a minute. Would you be willing to be his sponsor?"
"Yes I would. I trust Stevie's judgment."
"Is that okay with you Kevin? I don't want to put your brother in a bad spot," asked Sandy.
"Yeah, it's fine with me. Like they all said, Luke's an alright kid."
"Cool," said Sandy. "Are you happy now Stevie?"
"Yes! Thanks Sandy. I'll tell Luke tomorrow. If Sean's his sponsor then he should go to Old Knot with us, right? Can he sleep over on Sunday?"
"It'll probably be fine with Mom and Dad but he's gotta get his parents' permission. I heard they don't associate too much with people outside their church. They did let him come to the sleepover though so I guess it's worth asking," said Sandy. "You should also tell him it's customary for a kid to give his sponsor a favor."
"You mean a blow job?" giggled Stevie.
"Whatever he wants to offer. A blow job is the usual way," answered Sandy.
"Do I gotta do that for Kevin?" Cole asked, looking mildly concerned.
"Well," thought Sandy out loud. "Kevin's a little different. He's almost family and family works things out among themselves. You do owe him something though," Sandy concluded.
Kevin, with a big grin on his face, added, "Maybe your big brother will take care of things for you. I'd like that."
Brad and Sean broke out laughing, Connor blushed and Sandy just shook his head. "Don't you ever give up Kevin?" Sandy asked.
"Not unless I have to," he replied.
"If we're all done with business for tonight, me and Sean are gonna turn in," Brad said.
"That's cool. I think we have it all covered for now." said Sandy.
"Come on Cole. Let's go with them," suggested Stevie as he pulled on his cousin's arm.
The three older boys laughed as they watched their younger brothers head into the house. "You know they're not going in to sleep," laughed Kevin.
"Everybody has needs," added Sandy.
"Cole is in heaven," Connor said. "He was always interested in sex but he could only dream before. Now that we moved here he can do a lot more than dream."
"Just wait till he gets his privileges," Kevin said.
"I know. We probably won't see him around the house much," Connor mused. "He'll be allowed to play before I will."
"I swear I'm working on that cuz. Jason is just so nervous about his first Choosing that he doesn't want to talk any new business until it's over. After Monday he'll decide how to handle your situation," said Sandy.
"I know you're doing your best. It's just with everybody talking about this Choosing, I really feel left out. I can't even go with my little brother. It just feels strange."
"Don't even think about that. You need to stay far away on Monday. We'll take care of Cole, I promise. If you showed up at Old Knot it would lead to trouble. Trust me," said Sandy.
"Sandy's right Connor. I'll be there for Cole and I'll take good care of him. You never know what's gonna happen at a Choosing, but I'll make sure he's not tricked or bullied into anything," Kevin assured his friend. "Guys, I gotta run home a minute and get my bag. I have some appointments in the morning and I want to be ready. I'll be back in 15 minutes."
"I'll see you then," said Sandy as Kevin headed toward his bike.
"You know I still can't get over the fact that Cal and Kevin are bottoms," mused Connor. "I mean, they're just regular kids like you and me."
"What did you expect?" questioned Sandy. "Did you think that bottoms would have red asses like baboons and wear false eyelashes or something?"
"No, no. Nothing like that. It's just, I don't know, so different. I didn't mean anything bad by it. They're both really nice guys."
"Bottoms are just regular kids that got picked for a special job. It doesn't mean they're weird or anything," said Sandy. "You should know that Kevin is gay. I noticed he's paying a lot of attention to you and that's probably because he likes you. If he gets to be too much, you'll have to tell him to back off. He doesn't take hints very well."
"Oh, uhm, he's fine. He doesn't bother me at all. I kind of like the attention. I don't have a lot of friends yet and he's fun."
"Okay, well I just thought you should know," said Sandy. "I'm gonna go in and talk to Mom and Dad about who's sleeping over Sunday night. I want to catch them before they turn in. You coming?"
"I think I'll hang out here a couple more minutes. It's a really nice night out."
"I'll see you inside then," said Sandy as he headed for the house.
Down in the basement Stevie and Cole were having a serious discussion while they sat on their sleeping bags. The TV was on but neither boy was really watching. "So do I really have to give Kevin a blow job?" asked Cole.
"You don't have to, but you should," answered Stevie. "He's doing you a really big favor so you should give him a great blow job. It's no big deal. You've given me a blow job before."
"The only blow jobs I've ever given were you and Ethan. Kevin is older and he probably shoots cum. I've never done it with somebody that shoots."
"Oh. That is important," said Stevie. "If you get a checkmark at the Choosing you have to blow a kid that can shoot and you have to swallow it all. You can't spit it out or let it dribble out of your mouth or you have to do it over. That's Mackey rules."
"Damn," said Cole looking seriously concerned. "I don't know if I can do that."
"Course you can," said Stevie. "It doesn't taste bad. Maybe you should practice some before Monday."
"What do you mean?" asked Cole.
"Well, I could ask Brad and Sean to let us practice on them. They can both shoot and I know they'll let us. Heck they'll probably even suck us. What do you think?"
"I guess I could. I'd rather try it on them than in front of a whole crowd of kids I don't know."
"Good," said Stevie. "Wait here and I'll go and get them."
As his cousin bounded up the stairs, Cole was left to think about what was coming.
His whole life seemed crazy right now. He was going to practice giving blow jobs because he might have to do it in public. He would soon be stripping naked in front of lots of kids who were going to be feeling him up and voting on his ass. The wildest part was his parents knew all about this. His dad even told him he made the right decision and he was proud of him. Just as he was starting to wonder what tomorrow might bring, Stevie came bouncing down the stairs followed by Sean and Brad.
"They're gonna do it," said Stevie excitedly. "You ready?" he asked.
"I guess," said Cole hesitantly.
Sensing his cousin's nervousness, Brad decided to take charge.
"Look," he said. "You don't have to do this, but the more you know about this stuff in advance the less scary it is when it happens. There is a good chance you'll get some checkmarks too. If you know what to expect, it's easier."
"Okay," said Cole. "What do I do?"
"Stevie, you do me and Cole can do Sean. Sometimes they have you give a blow job while you're bent over, but they also bring you up to the front of the stage and do it there. We'll do it like they would at the front of the stage. You two get down on your knees."
Stevie and Cole did as ordered and Brad and Sean took their places in front of them. The older boys unzipped and unsnapped their jeans and both pulled out their half hard dicks.
"Gosh, you got hair and everything," Cole exclaimed as he studied Sean's penis. Both anticipation and Cole's staring were bringing Sean's dick to full mast.
Stevie was anxious to get going so he asked Brad, "Can we start now?" as he massaged his brother's dick.
"Go ahead," said Brad.
Stevie slid his lips over the waiting boy rod in front of him and started to work his tongue around the head. Cole watched his friend for just a moment then started to suck on Sean's tool. Pretty soon both boys were taking almost the entire thing in their mouth. The older boys couldn't help jerking their hips a bit and swaying in rhythm with the sucking.
"Damn Stevie," gasped Brad. "You're really good at this. I'm gonna cum soon."
"You're doing great too," said Sean to Cole as he gently brushed his hands through the kneeling boy's hair. Actually, you're doing amazing."
Stevie pulled off of Brad's dick for a moment and told Cole, "If you want to make `em cum quick take your hand and tickle back behind their balls and around their butt hole like this," he said. He resumed sucking as he moved his hand between Brad's legs. Brad's reaction came quickly and with a couple of quick thrusts and a groan he shot his load into his little brother's mouth.
"God that was good," said Brad as he watched his brother slowly pull off his slowly softening dick.
"And I swallowed it all," proclaimed Stevie proudly as he opened his mouth wide.
Only a moment later Sean reached his climax while pumping briskly in and out of Cole's lips. "Oh yes. You have got the touch boy," he said. Looking down at Cole he noticed the younger boy's cheeks were puffed out. "You gotta swallow it Cole. Don't try to hold it in. Go ahead and swallow."
Following Sean's instructions Cole swallowed and was surprised that it didn't taste that bad. Just a little salty and gooey. When his mouth was empty he opened it wide to show the others and then said excitedly, "I did it!"
"You sure did," said Sean. "And you did it really good. I gotta sit down a minute."
The four boys were all smiling as they sat looking at one another. "So are you guys gonna do us now?" Stevie asked.
"What do you think Sean? Should we return the favor?" Brad asked.
"They did do a good job. I guess they earned it," Sean replied. "Lose those shorts and lay down. Let us show you how it's done," said Sean.
The older boys showed off their skill and gave Stevie and Sean the best blow jobs they had ever had. Then, with Stevie insisting Cole needed more practice, they switched roles again. After that they decided to turn in for the night.
Stevie and Cole pulled their bikes into the driveway at Luke's house and rode up to the front porch. Leaving their bikes in the grass they hurried up the steps and knocked on the door. Stevie was excited and anxious to tell Luke he had a sponsor. The front door opened and Luke's dad stared at them both.
"What can I do for you boys?" he asked.
"We were looking for Luke, sir," answered Stevie.
"He's not here right now. Can I give him a message?" Holden Mackey asked.
"Uhmm, well I, ahh, maybe just tell him to call me," Stevie managed to get out. He wasn't sure if he should share the information with a parent that he didn't really know.
"What's your name son?" asked Holden.
"Stevie, uh Stevie Jacobs."
"You Sam Jacob's boy?" he asked.
"Yes sir, and this is my cousin Cole."
Holden looked at the boys seriously and asked, "Is this about the Choosing?"
"Yes sir," Stevie replied nervously.
"Well if this is a trick or some kind of prank your gonna play on him you'd better forget it right now," said Holden with a bit of anger in his voice as he remembered the way he and Sean were tricked. "This is a tough enough time for a 12-year-old without anyone trying to pull some shenanigans on him. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes sir," answered Stevie, "but it's nothing like that. We're both on the List with Luke. He's a friend and we brought him some good news."
"What kind of good news," asked Holden suspiciously.
"We got him a sponsor. A good sponsor and that's worth at least one point off," said Stevie.
"And what's this gonna cost him?" Holden asked, remembering the games that are played at the Choosing.
"Nothing sir. Like I said, Luke is a friend."
"Who is this sponsor?" Holden wanted to know as he started to relax a bit.
"Sean Mackey. He's Raymond and Kevin Mackeys little brother." answered Stevie. "He's 13, he knows all the rules and he has a lot of friends. We think he'll be a big help."
"Why are you boys doing this for Luke?"
"Luke is a friend and friends help friends," Stevie said. "At least that's what my big brother always tells me."
Holden was a bit surprised by this, but for some reason he believed the boys. He also knew how worried Luke was and some good news might help make the waiting easier. "Okay boys. Luke is up in the woods with his brother. They'll be back by lunch and I'll give him your message then."
"Thank you, sir. Also, Luke should go to Old Knot with his sponsor so we wanted to invite him to sleepover at our place on Sunday. Then we can all go together."
"I think he'd like that," said Holden.
"Well, thank you Mr. Mackey. We've gotta get going now. Tell Luke to call me," said Stevie as the cousins headed for their bikes.
"Boys!" called Holden loudly. "Thank you for helping my son. Maybe someday I'll be able to return the kindness."
As the boys walked their bikes down the drive, Cole whispered," He was a little scary."
"I thought he was mad at first," agreed Stevie. "I heard he doesn't like the Choosing, but I don't know the whole story. Maybe I'll ask Luke sometime. Let's go home now."
Henry Finney and Gordon Mackey had just finished a quick dip and were lying on their backs on the banks of the swimming hole drying in the sun. They were still naked and Gordy had a half hard-on from wrestling with Finney. He didn't think his friend noticed and he didn't really care. The sun felt good on his body.
"You worried about Monday?" Gordy asked.
"Hell yes, I'm worried!" exclaimed Finney. "I don't want to be no bottom."
"Me neither," agreed Gordy. "I been thinking about what it would be like to have to bend over for any kid that asks you to. Truth is, I'm scared of being fucked," he confessed.
"Yeah, me too," said Finney who rarely admitted to being afraid of anything. "I heard it hurts a lot."
"My brother Harry said it only hurts in the beginning. Bottoms get used to it after a while."
"Well I don't want to get used to it. I don't wanna be a bottom," said Finney
"I guess we just hope for the best. I don't think there's anything else you can do about it," said Gordy.
Their serious discussion was interrupted by 14-year-old Bryce Mackey, his 11-year-old brother Oak and their 13-year-old first-cousin Joey entering the clearing.
"Looky what we have here," laughed Bryce. "A couple of 12-year-olds getting those bodies nice and tanned for the Choosing. They both look good to me too."
Finney and Gordy sat up as the boys joined them.
"They both look like they'll get a lot of votes if you ask me," added Joey. Oak stood back watching with a big smile on his face. He had often been on the receiving end of Finney's taunting and it was fun to see him getting a taste of his own medicine for a change.
"We were just leaving, so you get the whole place to yourself," said Finney as he started to pull on his clothes.
"You don't have to go on our account. We just came for a quick swim," Joey said.
"Finney, I need to ask a favor," Bryce said rather seriously.
"Sure," answered Finney relieved that the teasing was over.
"Would you turn around one more time and let me see that ass of yours again. You see I'm not sure who I'm voting for yet and you are definitely in the running," Bryce said making his brother and cousin burst into laughter.
Finney was pissed at himself for falling into the trap and murmured, "Fuck you Bryce."
"Whoa there," exclaimed Bryce. "That's a heck of a way to talk to somebody who's gonna be voting at the Choosing in 2 days. I think you've got a bad attitude there."
Finney ignored them and hurried to get his jeans on.
"How about you Gordy? You gonna give us a peek at those sweet cheeks?" asked Joey with a big smile.
Gordy, who controlled his temper a lot better than Finney, knew it wasn't a good idea to make any enemies at this time of the year, so he turned around and wiggled his butt at the boys a got a big laugh.
"Now that is one hot looking hiney! I got to remember that," joked Bryce.
"Let's go Gordy," prompted Finney. I got things to do."
"We'll see you both on Monday," yelled Joey as the 12-year-olds headed down the path toward the park.
Bryce and Joey started to strip down for a swim. "I'm gonna head out to the ballfield and see if anybody is there yet," said Oak.
"It's too early. Stay and swim with us," Bryce said.
"I'll be back," answered Oak as he hurried off. He knew if he hung around with the 2 older boys, Bryce would force him to give them both blow jobs and he wasn't in the mood. At least not with them.
Since Oak was hurrying to get away, he caught up to Gordon and Finney pretty quickly. He had enjoyed watching them squirm under his brothers teasing and decided to add a little of his own. As he came up behind them he couldn't resist saying "You know, you two really do have fine looking butts. I'm not sure which one I'll vote for."
"Gordon just rolled his eyes and said, "Very funny Oak. Ha Ha."
Finney, however got pissed off. He turned quickly, grabbed Oak by the shoulders and pushed him up against a tree. "Listen you little squirt. If you vote for either of us, you just might end up getting your face smashed in. Right Gordy?"
Damn, thought Gordy. Why did he have to involve me in his temper tantrum. "Uhm, yeah, I guess." he answered half-heartedly.
"That goes for your 11-year-old friends too. Now get out of here," said Finney as he shoved Oak away.
"I don't think you should have said that," said Gordon.
"Don't worry about it. Oak's a real pussy. He won't say anything to anybody."
"I sure hope not or we could be in big trouble."
Even though it was a beautiful day out, Trevor was in his bedroom lying on his bed staring at the ceiling. He felt miserable. The Choosing was in 2 days and he knew there was no way to get out of it. He was kicking himself for not settling up with Tolley for the stunt they had pulled at the last year. He had a whole year to give three blow jobs. Why hadn't he done it? He knew the answer. Because he was a chicken. Now he was gonna start with a checkmark on his back and he was gonna have to suck Tolley's dick in front of everybody. Maybe they'd forgotten about it. He knew there wasn't a chance in hell. His life sucked and there was nothing he could do about it. His misery was interrupted by a knock on his bedroom door and his 14-year-old brother, Bo, asked to come in.
"Okay," Trevor yelled.
Bo came in and sat on the bed. "Believe it or not I know how you feel," said the older boy looking concerned. "Remember it was my turn 2 years ago."
"It just seems so unfair," Trevor complained, barely holding back the tears. "I didn't do nothing. I didn't hurt anybody. Why are they doing this to me?" he sobbed.
"I think you know the answer to that. It's because we're Mackeys and you can't change that."
"I keep hoping Dad will do something, but I don't think he can," said Trevor.
"He can't and he won't," Bo told him. "Two years ago when it was my year Dad came in the bedroom and caught me crying. I felt the same way you do. He sat with me and he hugged me and told me how proud he was of me. He thought it was great that I was gonna be part of this fine family tradition. I remember him saying I was bringing honor to our house. I didn't care about any of that though. I just wanted him to tell me I didn't have to do it, but he never did."
"I guess I'm a lot like you then, cause that's all I keep thinking about."
"You might as well face it little bro. You're not gonna get out of it, but you will survive it. I did," said Bo.
"I really don't know if I can do it Bo," Trevor managed to get out between sobs.
"You'll do it because you have to. You'll hate every minute of it, just like I did, but you will get through it. Trust me little buddy. I know."
"What if I get bottomed?" Trevor asked.
"I really don't know Trev. It didn't happen to me so I don't know what to say. Let's just hope for the best."
"I guess you're right," said Trevor as he got his tears under control. "Thanks Bo. You're the first person I could tell how I really feel."
"I'm glad I could help. Remember, no matter what happens, I'll still be your brother."
Indian Spring had just won another game and clinched a playoff spot thanks to an amazing 3 home runs hit by Reeve Mackey. The crowd was leaving the ground, but Sam Mackey remained sitting in the bleachers. He had told his brothers to go on ahead. He just wanted to sit awhile. Gerry and Bert understood that he wanted to be alone and little brother Vince didn't really care. Just like every other 12-year-old Mackey in town, Sam was worrying about the Choosing. He knew he was in a lot worse position than most of the other boys because his brother Bert was probably going to use his 10 Bottom votes to get him picked as payback for last year. The worst part was Sam knew he deserved it. He had helped to get Bert bottomed, and now he was going to pay for that decision. He had begged Bert not to do it last week. He pleaded with him to give him a break because they were family. Bert coldly answered, "We were family last year and you didn't give me any breaks." Then he walked away. Sam knew his fate was sealed.
As Sam sat there alone feeling miserable, he noticed Jagger Mackey coming toward him. The kid was a bit of a nerd, but he was a nice guy. He always had a smile and was friendly to everyone.
"Hey Sam," Jagger called. "That was some game wasn't it?" he said as he sat down.
"Yeah," Sam replied.
"We're goin to the play-offs in Bartlet. I heard folks saying they couldn't remember the last time we made the play-offs. They got lights at the field there and they play at night. Cool huh! Are you gonna go?"
"Yeah, probably."
"So, are you ready for Monday?" asked Jagger bringing up the subject neither boy wanted to talk about.
"I guess. We don't really have a choice, do we?" he muttered.
"Well I'm ready. I'll admit that I am kind of nervous about being naked in front of everybody. My dad says I shouldn't worry about that. I'm just showing how the Lord made me and I should be proud. He says your Choosing year is special and we're having a big dinner afterward to celebrate. My daddy says being in the Choosing is a rich old tradition of our clan and it makes being a Mackey special, and if I get picked, I should be honored that the community thinks that much of me."
"Damn Jagger, you're excited over this. I just want it to be over," said Sam getting annoyed at the other boys chatter.
Sensing his distant cousin really didn't want to talk about this, Jagger excused himself. "Well, I got to finish walking the bleachers. I pick up a lot of money that folks drop after a game. I found $2.00 once. I only got a quarter so far today. I'll see you Monday," said Jagger as he resumed walking through the bleachers leaving Sam alone once again.
Just a short way down the road from the ballpark, Tyler Hardin was heading for home. He heard a voice behind him calling, "Hey Tyler, wait up." It was his cousin Kyle.
"Hey cuz, that was some game wasn't it?" Tyler said as Kyle jogged up next to him.
"Yeah, it's always fun when we win. So are you ready for Monday? I'm looking forward to seeing your ass on display. I think you might even have a winning ass," said Kyle enjoying harassing his cousin.
"I ain't worried about it," answered Tyler trying very hard not to get annoyed. "I have a lot of protection from my brothers."
"I'm just excited about all you 12-year-olds putting on a show for us. I like checking out naked butts," said Kyle. "Aren't you excited about being up there on stage and getting felt up and stuff?" asked Kyle sarcastically, trying to get a rise out of the younger boy.
"At least I'm man enough to do it," Tyler said angrily. "I'm not gonna run away and hide like you did."
"I didn't run away," answered Kyle. "You know my aunt died and I had to go to California."
"Uh huh, that's the story we heard but most of the guys never believed it. They think you chickened out and hid." said Tyler. He knew that wasn't true, but he also knew Kyle was always concerned about what other kids thought about him and right now, he wanted to hurt the boy for teasing him. He ought to realize, every 12-year-old Mackey was pretty sensitive around Choosing time.
"Fuck you Tyler. You know that's not true. Tim says he thinks you're gonna get bottomed on Monday and I hope he's right."
"You're dreaming Kyle."
"We'll see in 2 days. See you then cuz," said Kyle as he turned off the road and took the trail toward his place.
Good riddance thought Tyler. He was wondering if his own brother had predicted he was going to be bottomed. Why would Tim say that? He had a lot to think about on the walk home.
Cal Brewer was hanging out in his pool enjoying the sun. It had been a busy morning but he already hit his quota for the day so he was relaxing. He was actually feeling rather horny and he hoped that Brad or Sean or both of them might stop by. When he heard the back gate open he looked up hopefully, but it was his brother Ben and his friend, Oak Mackey. "Hi guys," he waved."
"Guess what Oak just told me Cal," Ben blurted out excitedly.
"Don't make me guess," pleaded Cal. "Just tell me."
"Finney told Oak that if he voted for him he was gonna get his face smashed in. He told him to tell the other 11-year-olds too. He can't do that, can he?"
"No, he can't," said Cal suddenly coming to life and getting pissed off. "Oak, tell me exactly what happened and what Finney said."
Cal listened as Oak told his story and even asked a few questions. When he was satisfied he understood everything, he told both boys, "You can vote for whoever you want. Threatening somebody about voting is a serious thing. I promise you Finney won't give you any trouble if you vote for him."
"Cool," said Ben. "Now me and Oak are going swimming. You coming in Cal?"
"I'll be out in a minute," said Cal. "I just have to make a phone call first. Don't drown each other till I get back."
The younger boys stripped and jumped into the pool as Cal headed to the house to call Sandy.
Alex Mackey had just finished cutting the grass. It was another beautiful July day and the outdoor work had left him hot and swetty. He walked over to the corner of the house, picked up the hose and turned it on. He let it run for a moment to allow the warm water out of the line then he held it over his head and let the welcome cool stream flow over him. After he cooled off a bit, he took a big drink then turned off the hose. As he looked up, he saw Carter and Michael Mackey riding their bikes up his driveway.
"You look like a drowned rat," joked Carter.
"Maybe so. But I feel better now."
"Hey Buddy," Michael said as he got off his bike. "How's it going?"
"Good, now that my chores are done. What are you two up to?" he asked.
"Nothing special," answered Carter." There's nothing goin on and nobody wants to come out so we were just riding around."
"Let's sit down," said Alex as he pointed to the picnic table under a nearby tree.
"Feels good to get out of the sun," commented Michael as he sat down.
"Tell me about it," said Alex. "I been mowing for an hour."
"Are you ready for Monday?" asked Carter.
"I guess I'm as ready as I'm ever gonna be. But I ain't looking forward to it though."
"Me neither," agreed Michael. "To be honest, I'm scared shitless."
"You're such a wuss Michael. All we gotta do is get naked in front of everybody for a few hours. The worst that will happen is you'll have to give somebody a blow job and I know you've done that before," said Carter with a grin.
"What if we get bottomed? That's something to worry about," said Michael.
"I agree," added Alex. "I been worried sick about it. I honestly don't know if I could handle it."
"Look guys, you are both worrying too much. We haven't got any enemies. We get along with everybody. They're not gonna bottom us," said Carter.
"What about Dean?" asked Michael. "We sure aren't on his list of favorite people after making him suck our dicks all last summer. And you made it worse by always bringing somebody along with us."
"Shit," muttered Carter. "I forgot about that. He's only one kid though and I bet he's forgiven us by now.
"Would you forgive somebody that made you suck their dick almost every day for 3 months?" asked Michael seriously.
"Okay, you have a point. I still don't think we're gonna get bottomed," said Carter. "For every enemy, I bet we got 2 friends. Besides, both Jason and Sandy like me. They'll take care of us."
"If kids vote for you there's nothing they can do," said Alex. "You get enough votes and you're a bottom. Besides, Sandy Jacobs is gonna be too busy looking after his brother Stevie to worry about you."
"You guys need to relax a little. Both of you are nervous wrecks. Just have faith like me and everything will work out," Carter said firmly, although the memories of using Dean now had him a bit worried.
"I hope you're right," said Alex softly.
"Trust me." said Carter as he got up from the table. "We gotta be getting back now. I guess we'll see you Monday."
Alex waved as his friends pedaled away. The conversation had gotten him thinking about how many kids he had picked on with Finney and Gordon. He wondered how many of them remembered.
Connor stood in his driveway looking from the garage to the side of the drive. His Dad told him they were going to get a basketball goal on Monday and Connor was to decide if he wanted it mounted on the garage or on a pole. He had just decided he wanted it on the garage when a familiar voice called to him from behind. "Hello Connor. Do you know where Sandy is?" asked Kevin Mackey.
"I do," answered Connor. "He just left here 5 minutes ago with Stevie and my kid-brother. He was taking Cole to where the Choosing is held, so he could see it before the big day. I couldn't go because, well, you know. I'm not part of things yet. When they get back they're coming here to pick me up so you could wait here if you want."
"If you don't mind some company, I think I will," responded Kevin.
"Come on," said Connor. "I'll show you my room," as he headed toward the front door.
Upstairs in Connor's bedroom, Kevin was impressed with the layout. The walls were covered with cool sports posters and he had his own PlayStation. "Very cool set-up," commented Kevin.
"Yeah, I have my own room here. I used to share with Cole at the old place. Privacy is nice."
"I know what you mean," said Kevin. "I get along with Sean really good, but sometimes you need to be alone."
"It's funny." said Connor thoughtfully. "I love having my own room and having some privacy, but right now I'm not sure if I like being alone. I know that sounds crazy but with all the stuff going on right now I kind of feel left out. It seems it's all about Cole and the Choosing now and I'm not allowed to be a part of it. Maybe I'm being silly, but I don't like the feeling. It makes me wonder if they don't want me to be a member."
"Whoa, forget those thoughts right now," scolded Kevin. "You have to understand that there are a lot of 12-year-olds this year so the Choosing is keeping Sandy and Jason and James really busy. I heard Jason tell Sandy that as soon as it was over they would decide how to handle your case. These guys keep their word. They won't forget you. I'll make sure of that."
"I know you're right. I'm just not used to being left on the sidelines. Cole and I usually do everything together."
"Look," said Kevin." I think I can take your mind off things. I've really wanted to do this since we first met and now seems like the right time. You've got to promise you won't tell anybody though. Not Sandy or your brother or anybody. You could get us both in trouble. Do you promise?"
"I trust you Kevin, so I promise."
"Okay, good," said Kevin as he knelt in front of the older boy. "Now just relax and I'll show you what it will be like if you are patient and let Sandy take care of things." With that he reached up and unsnapped and unzipped his new friend's cut-offs. With a light tug they fell to the floor.
Connor's mind was racing a mile a minute as he realized what Kevin was going to do. He had fantasized about having someone suck his dick, but he had never experienced it. Kevin placed one hand on Connor's hip and the other rubbed very lightly back and forth across the front of his underwear. "Oh God," was all he could say.
"I think boxer briefs are really sexy," said Kevin as he continued to rub the front of the undies. "But let's get rid of them now." He then pulled them down slowly, allowing Connor's rock-hard penis to pop out. "Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this," he murmured as he wrapped one hand around it and slowly pumped up and down as Connor moaned. "Just remember your promise."
Connor could only nod.
Kevin stopped pumping his friend's penis and put his mouth over the head. Then he twirled his tongue around it. Kevin knew how to make a guy feel good.
Connor rose up on his toes and gasped. He had never felt anything as amazing as this. He almost pulled away but Kevin had both hands on his butt cheeks and held him in place. Then the mouth started slowly sliding up and down on the rigid rod. Connor was now breathing in short gasps and his hips were jerking almost uncontrollably. Kevin knew he wouldn't last long so he took the entire dick in his mouth, ran his tongue around it and then let it slide out.
"Please don't stop," begged Connor.
"Don't worry, we're not done," said the more experienced boy as he slid the shorts and underwear all the way off. "Lay down on the bed now. I'll make it even better."
As Connor moved into position, he noticed his friend was taking his own shorts off. He had never felt so horny in his life and whatever Kevin wanted he was ready. He lay on his back and Kevin climbed on top straddling his hips.
"I love your pubes," said Kevin as he ran his fingers through the wispy blonde curls. "I could play with them all day, but I have something better planned." He lifted his hips and slid forward so his ass was directly over the wet and throbbing dick. Then he reached underneath and took the tool in his hand. He lowered himself down and guided the hard dick to his hole. It took only a bit of pressure to pop the head in. Kevin's own dick was pulsing now. He had wanted this for a long time. "Now lay still and let me get you in," instructed Kevin as he slowly started sliding down on the pole. Connor wasn't the biggest dick the experienced Mackey bottom had ever had, but he was larger than most of the 12- to 14-year-olds he usually serviced. In less than a minute Kevin was sitting tight against Connor's pubes with his dick totally inside. "Feel good?" he asked.
"Yes, it's so warm and tight. I can't hold still," he said as he made little thrusting and rocking motions with his hips.
"Let me take you for a ride," giggled Kevin and he started going up and down on the totally rigid cock. In this position, he could make sure his prostate was being tickled and he could bring himself off whenever he wanted.
Connor didn't last long and in less than 5 minutes he was ready to cum. "Oh man Kevin, you better get off. I'm gonna shoot," he cried.
"Cum inside me. It feels better that way," gasped Kevin who was now bouncing up and down quickly. He wanted to give Connor a great orgasm and he was ready to cum himself.
"Ahhhhhh," moaned Connor as his hips lifted up off the bed. "You are fantastic Kevin," he blurted out.
Seconds later Kevin shot his load onto Connor's belly. Connor stared as Kevin's dick pumped out spurts of semen. He was happy that they both got to cum.
The two boys were spent from the workout. Kevin fell forward on his elbows which allowed Connor's rapidly softening dick to slide out. Connor pulled his partner on top of him and they lay together enjoying the afterglow until he remembered that his cousin and little brother would be returning shortly. "We better get dressed, the guys could be back any time now."
"You're right," agreed Kevin. "Remember, this is a secret," he reminded.
"I won't tell a soul," Connor said with a smile. "Especially if there's a chance we might do it again."
"I've got a lot more positions to teach you, so we will be doing it again. That's a promise!"
It was just after 8 pm as Stevie, Cole and Luke trudged up the stairs to Stevie's bedroom.
"How come we're not sleeping in the cellar," asked Luke.
"My mom wants us to get a good night's rest and she thinks we'll sit up talking all night if we're down there. She also wants us near the bathroom in the morning."
"Why?" asked Cole.
"For that," answered Stevie as he pointed to the two enema bags sitting on a small table in the corner.
Luke nodded knowingly, but Cole was completely unfamiliar with the equipment. He walked over to the table and started to examine the bags and hoses. "What the heck is it?" he asked.
Stevie explained the procedure and its purpose. Cole's jaw gaped open in amazement. "Are you kidding me?" he asked with surprise.
"No, we all gotta do it," replied Stevie. "It's not so bad," he added.
Cole looked really rattled as he examined the nozzle that would be inserted into his behind. "I'm trying to prepare myself for the scariest and craziest day of my life tomorrow and it just keeps getting weirder," he mumbled. "Who is going to give us this stuff," asked Cole looking very concerned.
"Either me or my mom," answered Brad who had been at the doorway listening.
"Uhmm, Brad, would you do me?" asked Luke. "Your Mom is real nice and all, but I don't know her that well, and, well, you know what I mean."
"Sure, no problemo," answered Brad with a laugh. "How about you Cole? Do you care who gives you yours?"
"No, I don't care," Cole answered softly. He appeared pretty upset, so Brad thought he would try to lighten the mood. He remembered how he felt the night before his own Choosing Ceremony last year.
"I came up to see if Sean and I could come up and visit you guys when it gets dark. We could help you relax so you get a good night's rest," he said with a sly smile.
"Sure," said Stevie and Luke.
"I guess," answered Cole.
"Okay then. We'll be up later," said Brad and he left the boys alone.
Stevie put his arm around his cousin's shoulder and gave him a little hug. "We're going to get you through this. I promise," he said.
Downstairs Sandy and Kevin were going over the plan for tomorrow.
"I think we should leave here by 8:15. With the crowd we have there could be a line and I don't want anybody to be late. You, Sean and Brad are official sponsors so you need to hang around until I make sure they record that correctly."
"Don't worry," I'm gonna take care of the guys. I promise. Where is Connor gonna be?" wondered Kevin.
"I got my Dad to ask Uncle Carlton to take him shopping and set him a bunch of errands to do for the morning. That way I won't have to worry about him getting too curious. It'll make the time pass quicker also. He's worried about his brother."
"Okay, cool. Hopefully we'll all be getting together for a celebration afterward."
"I might have to celebrate with the Council first, but I'll get here as soon as I can," said Sandy. He was hoping to be celebrating with his little brother and cousin but in the back of his mind he knew that you never know what's going to happen at the Choosing.
All across Indian Spring the 13, 14 and 15-year-old boys were dreaming of what a great day tomorrow would be. They hoped they would get to fuck a virgin ass or at least get a blow job. The 11-year-olds were also excited wondering if the stories they had heard were true. They knew they were going to see numerous boys getting fucked and sucking dicks. It seemed too good to be true.
The 12-year-olds on the other hand were mostly miserable. They did not want tomorrow to come, but they knew it would. There was one exception however. Tripp Headley had just finished jerking off for the second time. He couldn't wait for tomorrow to come. Not only would he get to witness some sort of boy orgy, but the pictures he would get were going to make him a lot of money. If he saved some of the best pictures for himself he might also be getting blow jobs all year long. Guys will do anything to keep that kind of stuff from getting around. He decided he'd better get to sleep now. He had to get up early to get to his secret spot. It was going to be a good day.
***
On the other side of town, Tim Hardin also lay awake in bed. He had had a busy week, but he was now pretty happy that all the ducks were in a row. He had organized his buddies and had made promises to a bunch of others in the deep and very deep Mackey lands he thought he could rely on. Finally, he had called in every favor amassed over the 2 years he'd been a bottom. It hadn't been easy, but he was pretty sure that now, his plans for revenge were complete.. He intended to ensure that his enemies, and there were more than a few of those, would learn the meaning of the phrase, "Payback's a bitch." Sandy Jacobs may have stolen the election from him but he was about to take a piece of that power back and he was going to do it with Jacob's blessing.. Yes, there would be more than a few surprises on Choosing Day, that no one was expecting. He smiled at the thought as he drifted off to sleep.