Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2018 23:30:27 -0500 From: Charles Well Subject: Kids of Indian Spring: Sandy Jacobs 2 Nifty Archive - Gay Young Friends Section Kids of Indian Spring (continued) - The Sandy Jacob's Story - Chapter 2 By Jonas Henley (Extended by Charles Well (C) 2018) 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. A special thanks goes to Mike and Sam for help with editing and proofreading. Let me know if you are enjoying the story and I will continue writing. Also consider a donation to Nifty for allowing us to have this resource to share our stories. Comments or suggestions may be directed to the author. Chapter 2 – Life is Good – Friday June 23 to Wednesday July 5, 1995 The next week-and-a-half was a whirlwind of activity. Moving house, packing and unpacking, cleaning, sorting and storing clothes, toys, and sports equipment were all far more time consuming than any of the boys had expected. But eventually the hard work was done and the new place was actually working out much better than expected. Sandy and Brad still shared one bedroom and Stevie and Chass another with an interconnecting bathroom between. But the rooms were much bigger than in the previous house and each boy had his own bed, desk and cupboard, but had to share one large set of drawers for underwear, socks and tee-shirts. The other good thing was that both boy's bedrooms had sufficient space for a triple-bunk-bed-set for friends to sleepover. Chass and Stevie had already invited some of their buddies over for the night and Stevie was planning something again with his new best friend for next week. Fortunately, their parents' new bedroom and en-suite were now at the opposite end of the house and so the boys could make a lot more noise and get away with it. The Jacobs' house, Indian Spring - Saturday July 1st 1995 - 3:05 AM Twelve-year-old Bradley Jacobs panicked yet again as he tried to climb out of this hole. It was deep, dark, and cold and there was no way out. Each time he had managed to crawl up towards the daylight, he was pushed back down by someone, but he wasn't sure who. Then he woke with a start. He was shivering, but covered in sweat. "What a terrible nightmare," he thought in his half-sleep daze. He looked around the darkened room. He could hear his older brother, Sandy, snoring softly in his bed a few feet away. But then the terrifying nightmare returned. Only this time he wasn't asleep. He looked at the digital clock on his bedside table. It was after midnight already. Only 14 days now until the Mackey Choosing Ceremony. Just two weeks until every horny Mackey cousin in town could be bending him over, fucking his ass, and depositing copious amounts of teen-boy cum. And there was nothing he could do to stop it. Now certain he would be one of those picked for the community role, he despaired at his future life. He wanted to cry. He knew 12-year-olds were not supposed to cry, but what else could he do? His own parents would permit this. He guessed his biggest brother was just counting the days till he got to pound away in his ass and Dad had said that was okay too. He assumed his other brother, Stevie, might actually enjoy being in his shoes, as that kid was getting gayer every day. But Chass, the youngest one, was a mean son-of-a-bitch, and would take untold pleasure in teasing him when they made him a Mackey bottom. "It's not fair," he thought. "It's not as if I was like Stevie and gay." Sure, he and his best friend, Mickey Edwards from Bartlett, and some of the other guys had fooled around and helped each other jerk-off a few times, but that was just helping out a buddy. He had never wanted any of those guys, even his best friend, no, especially not his best friend, to ever fuck him. That was so gay. He could never... And Bradley Jacobs had just started discovering girls recently. He recalled the overheard conversation a few weeks before the end of school. He and Mickey were relaxing under the bleachers in the Joplin Middle School gym. They sometimes liked to hang out there because of the strong blast of cold air that came from the AC. They heard Rosemary Mitchell, Katie Kelly, and Helen Mackey come in and sit down just a few yards away. "I thought I saw them come in here," explained Helen as they entered. "They must have gone already?" "Just thought you would want another look. I saw you perving on Brad Jacobs in Science class today," continued Hellen to Katie in a very catty tone. "You were practically drooling when he bend over to pick up those test-tubes." "Yeah," put in Rosemary. "You got it bad for that boy." "Well, you're a great one to talk." Responded Katie to Helen. "I know you're hot for Mickey." "Michael Edwards. No way! He's just a little kid." "Yes, way! You told me yourself two weeks ago how he made your panties wet. Besides, my twin-brother tells me he's not all that little." All the girls giggled. "Fuck you bitch!" said Helen as they all stood up and left the gym. The following day Bradley asked Katie and Mickey asked Helen to accompany them to the end of year middle school dance. The boys had been to school dances before, but never went with girls and usually ended up outside playing basketball with their buddies. But the end of year dance, this time, was different. Now Bradley wondered, "What girl is ever gonna go out with me after I become a community bottom?" Helen was a Mackey and would know, even if theoretically she couldn't tell the others. And what about his own best friend Mickey Edwards? He wasn't in the clan and couldn't be told. But his friend had noticed Brad's change of mood and had asked several times what was wrong. Brad had flipped him off on those occasions so far, but was now avoiding him to stave-off more embarrassing questions. How do you keep something like that from your bestie and maintain that friendship? But worse still, what if he told him, and Mickey wanted a turn himself? Each thought was more appalling than the one before. But eventually, from sheer exhaustion, Brad managed to fall asleep again. The Jacobs' house, Indian Spring - Wednesday July 5, 1995 Sandy didn't listen in on the conversation between Bradley and his parents when they finally got around to having the "chat" about the fast approaching Choosing Ceremony. He saw no reason to push his luck. With his two youngest brothers back, the chances of getting caught lurking in corridors was much higher. Besides, it hardly concerned him. He already knew all he needed to know. So acting on the advice given by Darrell and Hiram, Sandy went out of his way to be kind to the younger boy. He gave him the prime space in the new bedroom they shared, allowed him to select television shows, and went so far as to do some of his chores. Such kindness was hardly a concern as Sandy had many other distractions at the time. The entire family spent July 4th at a huge party at the Brewers house and renewed acquaintances with relatives and friends they had somehow lost contact with over the years. There were games and water fights for the kids, lots of alcohol and conversation for the adults, a huge BBQ as darkness fell, and finally one of the most spectacular fireworks displays Sandy had ever seen. During the water fight, he had managed to empty the contents of an entire bucket over the incredibly stunning Rosemary Garvin (13) and watch as her newly budding breasts were clearly outlined and erected under her cold tee-shirt. Sandy wondered how he didn't shoot a load then and there. But he had the wherewithal to rush out and find Kevin and give his friend a very hurried fuck up against the wall of one of the out-buildings when nobody seemed to be looking. Living back in Indian Spring, he was very pleased to discover that access to the Mackey community bottoms was much easier than he had ever imagined and he made use of their services on a regular basis. But Sandy Jacobs was not totally self-obsessed. He did feel genuine concern for all his brothers and was slowly beginning to recognize an obligation as oldest child to protect the younger siblings. And even to him, it was clear that Brad was in great distress after emerging from the hour-long "talk" in their father's study. He moped around the new house for hours at a time just walking from room to room as if in a total daze. "I am worried about you Brad," said Sandy almost running into the younger boy on the stairs late one afternoon. "I know you probably won't believe me, but it wasn't my idea to put you on the Choosing List. I'm friends with two members of the Mackey Junior Council. You know our distant cousins Darrell and Hiram Mackey?" "I've heard of them," Brad said uncertainly. "Well, they told me the council put your name on the list as soon as Mom and Dad announced we were moving back into a Mackey house on Mackey lands in Indian Spring. It's as simple as that. I heard about it and raised the issue because I didn't want it coming as a surprise. But I had nothing to do with it." Sandy felt guilty for lying to his brother, but was desperate to preserve some peace in the family. They had hardly spoken 5 words together since "the talk." "Apart from Darrell and Hiram, I don't think the rest of the council even knows my name. They have always treated me as an outsider and certainly wouldn't listen to any suggestion I made. But seeing you these last few days has been a real concern for me. I know we don't always get along as brothers, but I can only imagine what you are going through right now. I am willing to help in any way you need. You've just got to ask, but I will let you decide, if or when, you need me. I will be there for you Brad." And Sandy just turned around and left the room, leaving an astonished younger boy staring after him. Some of what he had said was certainly true. Over recent weeks Sandy had become a mass of contradictory sensations, aspirations, needs and wants. When his father had given him "the sex-education talk" over 12 months ago, the man had suggested something like this, but the full extent of the clashing emotions had hardly seemed possible at the time. Now they were in full force. Sandy had genuinely become concerned for his younger brother in these last few days. At some level he knew he was being selfish and unfeeling for the little tyke, and that worried him. After all, he wasn't an evil person, `was he?' No, of course he wasn't. Then there was the growing guilt about his involvement in this whole Bradley-Choosing List thing that was steadily encroaching on his cozy existence. He knew that his brother had in fact been placed on the List because they were Mackeys and now lived in Indian Spring. That part was certainly true. But he still had no idea why Darrell and Hiram had needed him. Unease about his involvement was a dark cloud in the background suspended there. Unfortunately, running counter to that was the fact that Sandy was just so darn horny all the time these days. He now had a regular outlet for his previous frustrations with the Mackey bottoms and he certainly wouldn't give that up. He had fucked Tanner Mackey for the first time yesterday and was promised another round with him next week. Like Kevin, Tanner was his age and even on the same soccer and baseball teams. On the many occasions the two had seen each other naked in the showers after sports, Sandy had never even fantasized about what he was now doing. Besides, Tanner was a real nice kid that everyone liked and he turned out to be more than adequate in the cot. Then, that very morning, he had done Tim Hardin for the third day in a row across the forest bench. What a turn-on it was to make an older, 14 year-old boy bend over for a fucking in that very public place. Tim had been one of the two hapless kids chosen in the 1993 ceremony and still had another two weeks of his "sentence" to serve. Well "sentence" was how Sandy thought of it. Then in the afternoon, there had been a long leisurely session with Kevin at his house. Indeed he was enjoying himself so much with other boys, Sandy feared he might be turning gay. He had orgasmed twice in Kevin and the second time when they had done it in the "doggy position," he had actually jerked the kid off as he slowly long-dicked in and out. If that wasn't gay, what was? But it did help lessen the guilt he was feeling with growing awareness that he was "using" the kid. Sure, that's what the bottoms were for, but even a now constantly addled brain recognized Kevin was going above and beyond the call of duty. When asked, the other two, Tim and Tanner, had stripped-off, lubed-up, bent-over and let him get on with it when asked. But that was the extent of their involvement. There were no words of encouragement, groans of excitement, subtle caresses, groping, cock-sucking, howls of orgasm, or feedback of any sort. Neither boy even got fully hard. Sandy realized that screwing the regular bottoms was like having sex with one of those life-size plastic dolls he had read about in some porn magazine. "Wham, bam, thank you ma'am", or Tim in this case. But Kevin was different. The exact opposite in fact. The passion, fervor, and bubbly enthusiasm were infectious and highly addictive. When Kevin had suggested 69ing that afternoon, Sandy demurred, and a dozen reasons for "no" had crossed his lips. But thinking on it now, he guessed, with Kevin, it could be fun, and maybe go some way in thanking him for all the pleasure he was providing. He knew the gay boy wanted it. He certainly wouldn't allow the kid to come in his mouth, but with that rule firmly established, was it such a big deal? "Maybe not!" he concluded. It seemed that every kid that went through a Choosing was made to suck at least one, or maybe two dicks, and drink the cum that flowed. The exact details were still vague and it would be fun to find out more. But Sandy was very pleased he had dodged that bullet. However, it was obvious that the Mackeys in general had no great issue with blow-jobs and so why should he? As he sat on his bed with an unread comic book in his lap, and an impossibly hard erection in his shorts, Sandy turned over many such possibilities in his mind and made no decision. But he was determined to have no further involvement in promoting his brother for the Choosing. He would let those cards fall where they may. He even felt inclined to help Brad if he could. As brothers went, he wasn't that bad after all. He had heard of many far worse. So for now, he was happy to play it low-key and put that whole Choosing thing out of his mind. It didn't affect him in any case. And as for Kevin, well maybe tomorrow, he might... Sandy was also pleased at the newfound self-assurance he was experiencing. After his initial awkwardness in dealing with Kevin that first time, he had become much more assertive. He knew what he wanted and now had the confidence to be forceful with the bottoms (even older ones). He had established from the get-go with both Tim and Tanner who was in charge, who was being fucked and how they were doing it. For example, he loved screwing Tim Hardin over the table in the forest because he knew the kid hated it and worried about who might see. "You can't do this," Tim had complained the first time they did it. "My brother..." But Sandy never allowed him to finish the thought. "Shut the fuck up and bend over!" Sandy retorted. He had heard from his two best friends,Toby Sanders and Kelson Mackey, that public fuckings of bottoms was okay as long as the only witnesses were other Mackey boys. Besides, why would someone have built this table and bench in the middle of Tucker Wood if such a thing was against the rules. He had already done it with Kevin right here in this very spot. It was a bitchy thing to do Sandy had to admit to himself. But you would think that after almost two years as a Mackey community bottom, Tim would have lost all modesty about the act of anal sex, thought Sandy. But no, apparently not! What a turn-on it was that very morning when they got an audience of two 11 year-old Mackeys that had been walking by. His boner twitched again at the recollection. Tim had initially tried to stand up, to run and hide, but a hard whack across the buttocks held the boy in place. "Don't shit yourself," Sandy had yelled. "They're only Mackeys and have the right to watch." Sandy knew the red-head. The name Carter Mackey came to mind, but he wasn't one-hundred percent certain. And he had also seen the dark-haired good-looking boy around the Spring from time to time, but had no idea of his name. Nonetheless, in his current naked state, it hardly seemed an appropriate time for introductions. Clearly, he needed to make more effort in mixing with his distant cousins. It was definitely embarrassing having an audience for the first time, but a turn-on in so many ways. He knew his cheeks had colored slightly, but Tim would have it much worse. The well known Mackey community bottom was also completely naked and kneeling in the doggy-position on the padded table with his well lubricated asshole pointing up, ready for fucking, and on display for all to see. He had tucked his head under his arms but it was hardly a convincing disguise. His ears and the back of his neck had turned fire-engine red. And of course, it was all Sandy's idea to do it here in the woods. The risk of being caught in the act in this very public place, built for the purpose, was a huge part of the erotic pleasure. And now it had happened, it increased his horniness ten-fold. Sandy had been aware for some days now that his sexual desire achieved its greatest fulfillment in dominating another boy. This worried him at some level. It meant he must, at least, be partly gay. But by the same token, he felt exhilaration at the power and freedom it provided. Then there was an even darker primitive instinct only now taking shape in the deepest hollows of his brain as he wondered what the bottoms must feel having no control whatsoever over their own bodies. Could he have coped with that if their roles had been reversed? Not sure! Everything in his life was so confusing these days. As the naked Sandy looked back and winked at the two eleven year-olds who had taken up seats on the bench provided, he thought, "No need to interrupt my pleasure. The audience were both Mackeys and so let me give them the show they want to see." He had already finished lubing-up his cock when the two younger kids arrived and so he moved back behind the bent-over figure of Tim Hardin kneeling in that vulnerable position across the table and prepared for action. Almost immediately as Sandy lined-up for entry, the kid he thought was Carter Mackey began making a loud running commentary mimicking a radio baseball announcer popular at the time. "We've got a real pressure cooker going here today sports fans. We're facing the bottom of the ninth. The bases are loaded, but with nobody on, or nobody in as yet. Jacobs steps up to the plate. He's winding up! Up! Up! Look at the power in that stance. He thrusts hard! And YES, Yes, a line shot right up the middle and it's definitely a solid play by this much vaunted new rookie who's been making a name for himself recently around the Tucker Wood. But wait, the kid isn't finished yet. He presses home his advantage again and again. The kid is a machine! Skillful, but unrelenting and remorseless in his actions. Both players are grunting hard and sweating profusely. Jacobs moans in satisfaction as he sees the open field ahead leading to home plate. His opponent groans with each thrust forward as he becomes aware he can't hold back the better player. Tim Hardin, the opposition wide-receiver must certainly be feeling the pressure in this game today. The crowd roars its approval with each thrust Jacobs makes towards his goal. And I think he's there ladies and gentlemen! No! YES! Yes, definitely he's made it home - safe and sound. The crowd has got to its feet and gone wild, loudly demonstrating their amazement at the performance witnessed here today. One for the record books no doubt Mike! Both players..." Sandy's erotic recollections were suddenly interrupted when a highly stressed Brad appeared at the bedroom-door. "Bro, what can you do to help me get out of this nightmare?" Sandy moved the unread comic-book to cover his erection, but then looking up he saw the real despair in his brother's eyes. He made up his mind to do all he could to help. "To be completely honest with you Brad, I'm not sure there is much I can do. I know our cousins Darrell and Hiram, and they are both on the council. But of course, every kid wants off the Choosing List, and it takes a unanimous vote to get someone out." (Sandy had no idea whether this was true or not, but thought it sounded about right). "Worst still, they reckon you have a good chance of being chosen. Unfortunately, there hasn't been a bottom from the 10th Kinset for more than 12 years now. That's the one we're in. The council likes to rotate the bottoms around the various kinset groups and the 10th has missed out year after year." "Yeah, Dad told me about that. It's unfair. That's not my fault," responded a tearful sounding Brad. "I know. It totally sucks. But worse still is that Darrell and Hiram both reckon you are the cutest boy on the list so far, and have the best bubble-butt they've seen for ages. Apparently, muscular, round asses like yours are very popular for bottoms. That's a bubble-butt. I've got one too. All us Jacobs do." Sandy stood up, hoping his erection wasn't too obvious, and put his arm around the younger boy who was clearly about to cry. "It's not fair," Bradley repeated again as his eyes became moist. "Sorry Brad. I'm not telling you this to make you feel bad, but more because it's important to have a realistic understanding of your situation. If you have to face something you can't change, it's best to be mentally prepared to deal with it. Remember what Dad used to tell me when I had trouble in Math. `Being challenged in life is inevitable, being defeated is optional.' He made me remember that, and repeat it every time I had a Math problem I couldn't do." "This isn't about some stupid Math problem," exclaimed a now angry Brad. "It's about a bunch of my cousins fucking my ass whenever they want for maybe two or three years." The younger boy finally broke down and released the tears of frustration and rage that had been building up over the past week. The sobs became more pitiful and heart wrenching as the seconds passed. Sandy pulled his brother into a tight hug. At that moment he felt a level of empathy for the kid he had never experienced before - an emotion that was honest and without deception. He was surprised, but pleased. Perhaps his mother had been right when she said this whole Choosing thing might serve to draw the boys closer together and give Sandy a sense of responsibility for his kid-brother. Maybe he wasn't really the prick he thought he was becoming. Over the past several nights, especially after a good jerk-off, guilt about his intensions for Bradley had been clouding his brain. He recalled his discussion with Darrell Mackey. Was he really going to do that to his brother David? Sandy had met David several times in the past. He and Brad were in the same class at school. Although they were not actual friends, David had been invited to Bradley's twelfth birthday party just a month ago now at their mother's insistence. But he stood out from the twenty or so other rowdy kids. David was a timid little mouse who would never stick up for himself. Sandy was sure of that. Even with adults in the room, David was bullied unmercifully. Being a bottom would totally destroy any confidence the kid ever had. But there was also something darker about David. Sandy had seen it when they spoke. He was good at sensing such things. Until the last few days he had pushed their meeting from his brain. Sandy had never come across a heart so immersed in pain and exuding such hatred and loathing. So David was best forgotten. Brad was different. Forceful, more self-assured, arrogant on occasions, and sometimes a bully at school. "A lot like me and the rest of us Jacobs," thought Sandy ironically. The idea of bending the little twerp over the bench in the forest, or in their bedroom right here, had some appeal, but he never really wanted to hurt the boy. Bring him down a peg or two, certainly. Teach him his place, definitely. But Sandy knew now he could never harm his kid-brother emotionally, or physically, in any long-term way. No, never! He made up his mind, then and there, to help in any way he could. Sandy held his brother tighter and spoke as soothingly as he knew how. "I can be your sponsor and protector at the Choosing if you trust me. Most kids have one." Sandy had heard about sponsors at the Choosing Ceremony from several kids, but their roles, duties, and responsibilities were a real mystery. The Mackeys were a very secretive group and getting information, even as a clan member himself, was no easy task. However, he was determined to find out more. His own best friends Toby Sanders and Kelson Mackey were the guys to ask, but both were out of town on holiday at present. "If I'm your sponsor, it would be my job to sit with you and help however I can. Let me know if you want that. If so, I will try my best to find out as much about the Choosing and its rules as I can. There are lots of them I know, but because we lived outside the Spring until recently, neither of us know much. Who knows what loop-holes there are? But any knowledge might help me help you. And remember, we have two younger brothers as well. Stevie will be where you are in 12 months, and Chass, the year after that. I reckon I'm gonna need to be an expert on the Choosing to get us all through this." "But before you decide about having me as your sponsor, there is something real important you need to know. In fact, I've been worried for some time that word would get out, and so I guess it's better you hear it from me rather than find out yourself. This is sort of top-secret and I would be grateful if you don't tell Mom and Dad. But if you do, I promise not to get too pissed. I reckon they'll find out before too long anyway. There are few secrets in this community. And it may sound really gross, but it's fair you know all the facts. So here goes! Since we moved back to Indian Spring, I've been having fun with a few of the Mackey bottoms," explained Sandy looking sheepishly at his younger sibling. "You mean you've been fucking other boys!" explained an incredulous Bradley. "Are you a fag, or what?" "Oh shit Brad, it's not like that. Well, maybe not like that. I don't know! It's just that I get so horny these days. All I do is think about sex – all day – every day and every night as well. But no girl is ever gonna look at me yet. Besides, believe me, a boy's ass is just as good as any pussy. Maybe better! Tighter, I heard some older kids say, and you don't have to worry about babies and shit like that. Anyway, that's what the bottoms are for." "So who you been doing then?" asked a still dubious Bradley. "Well I guess it's okay to trust you. After all, I'm asking you to trust me. But please don't spread this around. I think what guys do with the bottoms is meant to be private." Sandy took a deep breath and explained, "I've been fucking Kevin Mackey on a fairly regular basis. He's fantastic and we've actually become quite good friends now, I think. Then I did Tim Hardin three times and Tanner Mackey, but only once so far. It's such an amazing experience. If you don't get picked yourself, you should try it." At his last words Sandy saw the crest-fallen expression on his brother's face at being reminded of the upcoming ceremony and wanted to bang his head against the wall. Yet again, he was reminded of what an insensitive prick he had become. So he continued talking to fill the silence. "We could talk to Kevin or Tanner and find out more about this. Not sure I completely trust Tim Hardin, but Kevin is an upright sort of guy. If you don't trust me, he would make a good sponsor, I think. I know you two have had words in the past, but I reckon he'll forgive you for teasing him, if you ask nicely. But Kevin may be busy helping his own younger brother." "Sean," said Brad helpfully. " Yeah, Sean's his name. We should also talk to some of the other boys on the list as well and see what they think. I'm sure you know most of them." "What's it like fucking another boy?' asked an awkward Bradley recovering somewhat from his sobs. "Oh, fucking hot!" answered Sandy again without thinking. "Err, sorry! Err, but honestly it is hot for the top boy. Maybe not so much for the bottom, I guess. At least at first. But Kevin Mackey certainly seems to like getting screwed." "Of course he does," said Brad angrily. "He's a total fag." "Jeez, Brad. I wouldn't let Kevin hear you say that. I think you're gonna need all the friends you can get for a while. Especially other bottoms, maybe." "If I pick you as my sponsor, do you promise to come to the Choosing with me and help in any way you can?" "Yes, I promise I will be there and do whatever I can to make sure you don't get picked. I am your older brother and it's the job of an older brother to protect a younger one. Sorry, but I've never really done much of that before. But I will change. I promise that too. But don't decide now. You still have time." "Just 10 days. The time is going so fast," replied Bradley. He looked into the eyes of his older sibling. They had never been friends. They were too much alike. `Rivals' would have been a better description as each vied for the attention of their parents, fought over everything from toys, games, or television shows to watch. And then there was the male on male enmity as each tried to best the other. The less than one year age difference was both a blessing and a curse. But now Brad thought he saw something different. He hoped so, but wished he was better at reading people. He knew his older brother sometimes had that skill, but it had always eluded him. Still, he needed the answer to one more question. "If I'm made a bottom, will you want to fuck me too?" "I'm pretty sure our parents ain't gonna go for that. Mom was very firm last time. In fact she scared the shit out of me. But I promise to respect your privacy. If you have to bring guys here, I'll leave the room and go watch TV or something," answered the older boy. "Actually, Mom and Dad have changed their minds. They now think it might be good for both of us if we fuck. Not sure why. Make us better brothers or something. Maybe they can explain it to you." "Jeez Brad, I didn't know," replied Sandy feeling guilty at having told another lie. But what other option did he have? He could hardly admit ease-dropping in on his parent's conversations. "I get horny all the time these days like I said. Even fucking Kevin once a day, only seems to make it worse. I'm sure you've seen and heard me going at it in bed some nights." "Like every night!" answered a slightly brighter Bradley with a cheeky grin? "Yeah, well, every-night maybe. But I've heard you too. I guess all guys get horny a lot and that's the purpose of the community bottoms. To relieve some of that built up pressure." "I've been jerking-off for ages now too," responded the younger boy. "But I always think of some girl at school or on the TV or somewhere. I never think about some other guy fucking my ass." "I know. I know that. I guess it really sucks to be 12-years-old in the Mackey lands of Indian Spring." With a slow developing grin on his face, Brad asked, "So if you're fucking Kevin every day, are you two boyfriends, just in-love or what? You gonna let me watch?" Please to see his little brother smiling for the first time in days, Sandy answered, "God, Brad. What sort of questions are those to ask your older brother? I ought to whip your butt. The truth is Kevin is gay. I never thought I was. I'm pretty sure I'm still not. In bed, while I'm jerking-off, I always used to think about girls. But since I've been doing Kevin, my feelings... I don't know... I just don't know. But I've never had feelings for any other boy like I have for Kevin. It's not love, I don't think. When I fucked the other two bottoms, they were just willing holes for my cock. Nothing more. But with Kevin, I'm not sure... And as for you watching, no fucking way." "Anyway, I do make you this promise now. I will never force you to do anything. If we end up sexing with each other, it'll be because you agreed. And maybe turn-abouts. Maybe! But before we talk about whether we have sex or not, let's wait and see what happens at the Choosing. Nothing is certain you know." Sandy looked down at his slightly less stressed kid-brother and felt happier. Did he really mean what he said about turn-abouts? Well, "yes", he thought to himself. Why not? After all he was fantasizing about blowing Kevin Mackey less than 10 minutes ago. It might actually be fun and it would be fair. In spite of all the current contradictions in his life, the older boy liked to think he had a well developed sense of evenhandedness. Besides Bradley only had a small cock and there was no need to commit just now. His poor kid brother had lots of other things on his mind at present. "You know Brad, I reckon this is more than we have ever spoken to each other before. I mean talked about serious stuff." "Yeah! Maybe Mom and Dad are right," said the younger boy looking up at Sandy with a cheeky grin. "Yeah, maybe! But before I bend you over the bed and fuck your little bottom, let me get out of here and leave you in peace for now... But seriously Brad, if you want my help, just ask. I will do whatever I can. I promise. But I don't want to be pushy. You decide. We can talk again whenever you like." They did get together again later that night and agreed on a plan to help Brad deal better with The Choosing. It would be a busy 10 days before the big event. They would talk to Kevin and Toby Sanders, to Kelson Mackey, and as many of the other boys as they could on the Choosing List this year. Anyone in fact, who might help or add to their wholly inadequate knowledge of Mackey law. Outside Duane Mackey's House, Indian Spring – Tuesday June 27, 1995 Calvin Brewer approached the two older boys carefully. His friend had warned him that Darrell and Hiram Mackey should never be trusted, but he felt he had little choice in the matter. They also had the reputation of being fixers in Indian Spring. If you needed something, he was told, these were the guys to speak to. Well Cal did need something, but he vowed to be careful in his dealings today. "So take a seat and let's get down to business," said Darrell amicably when the 12-year-old approached. The older boys sat with their legs propped up on deck-chairs under the outside canopy in an area they called their "office" at the back of Darrell's house. "Hiram told me of your request, but just let me repeat what he said so we're all on the same page. At the White Party for Scout Troop 68 that was held at your place last weekend, 12-year-old Kelley Tucker came along in blue-briefs and was fucked by practically every one of the kids present, or at least those wearing white underwear. You claimed you were the first inside him and, according to Hiram, you screwed him 6 times yourself over the day and a half of the party. I never would have thought in a million years that Tucker would be into that. I was just stunned when Hiram told me. Anyway, is what I said basically correct?" "Yes it was six times, but that's not including the 3 blow-jobs he gave me as well." "Amazing, you must be some sort of super stud," said Hiram. "Not sure I could do it that many times in 24 hours." "Jeez Hiram, have you already forgotten what it was like to be 12? You and me did similar things back in the day." "That was a long time ago now, but I miss those days," said Hiram. "Me too," answered Darrell, "but let's stay focused on Cal's problem." "So Cal," Darrell continued, "because of what you did at the White Party you want to claim Tucker's ass on the old First Use bylaw. Is that about it?" "Yes, I hear I can get ownership for at least a year and then I want to find out what other rights I have, like lending Kelley's ass to my friends and so on," said Cal Brewer. "Well a very worthy ambition. Tucker has to be one of the best looking boys in Indian Spring. If I was a few years younger, I wouldn't mind a romp with him myself. You're not bad looking either, but not quite in his league." Cal blushed at the comment. Was this 17-year-old trying to pick him up? Gross! "Anyway, the first thing to tell you is you can't speak to any other Mackeys about what we say here today. Our family has a lot of rules about privacy and not speaking to outsiders, so what we say here will all be unofficial. It might put your claim in jeopardy if you talk with the wrong people. Is that understood?" "Yeah, I guess!" "First, you need to understand that your request must be made to a full meeting of the Mackey Junior Council, They are the only ones who can approve the ownership of a bottom like you're seeking. But don't worry about that. In view of what Tucker did at the White Party I don't see any problem at all getting ownership rights for one year. I would put in a claim for three years if I was you, but be prepared to settle for two. There will need to be some negotiation. Does that sound reasonable?" Cal nodded and smiled happily. "And ownership rights always provide that the bottom can be lent to other boys not more than 2 years younger or older than the bottom. For Tucker, as a 12-year-old, that means any kid between 10 and 14, but they have to be other Mackeys. You can't lend him to just any kid. You understand that?" "Yes, okay," said Cal Brewer beaming even more. "Fine, but I see three basic elements that you need to prove before the Council will consider your request. One. Getting you recognized as a Mackey, with all the rights and obligations that entails. Two. Getting Kelley Tucker recognized as a Mackey with the same rights and obligations. And three. Proving what you say happened actually did occur. In other words you really did fuck him and you were the first Mackey to do so. The six times doesn't really matter. Just once is enough, but it adds a lot of force to your claim. Does that all make sense?" "Yes, I understand." "Good. So how do we prove you're a Mackey? Hiram tells me you know about the Dawson Exclusion?" "Yes, my dad told me about it." "Your dad? Amazing. Hiram, everyone in Indian Spring seems to know about this never before used rule. What's going on?" "Fucked if I know," said Hiram happily. Cal suspected that Hiram knew very little about anything and liked it that way. "Anyway, it's in the bylaws and definitely time it was used. I reckon there's a whole bunch of kids that should come under that rule in the future, so introducing it with Cal and Tucker is a great way to establish the precedent." "Therefore, one. How do you prove you and your family are associated with the Mackeys sufficiently to fit under the Dawson rule?" "I've been thinking about that and done some research," answered Cal. "The Brewers have lived in Indian Spring for three generations. My grandfather first moved here after the end of WW2. You see during the war my grandfather knew Dawson Mackey who was killed in the Pacific in 1942. Apparently Dawson saved his life one time, and Grandfather Brewer settled here to honor his friend." The two older boys looked at each other stunned. "Say no more," said Darrell. "Tell that to the Council and you're in. I guarantee it. Dawson Mackey is very highly regarded in our family. Your family now." "Next, two." continued Darrell. "Tucker and the Dawson exclusion rule. I don't see any problem here either. His family have been involved in the politics of the Mackeys since Kelley's great, grandfather's day, and his dad, Hal Tucker, continues to play a prominent role in community affairs. Besides, from what I know, it was Mr. Tucker who agreed to the Dawson Exclusion rule in the first place back in the 1960s, I think" "So that leaves three. Do you have any witnesses to prove you fucked Kelley Tucker all those times?" "Kevin Mackey saw me fuck Kelley at least twice and maybe more. I wasn't paying much attention all the time, but I saw him at least twice watching. One time when he was getting fucked himself." "I'll confirm that with Kevin, but congratulations Cal. I reckon you're in," said Darrell. "Shit Hiram, when Cal presents this to the Council, it's really gonna throw the cat among the pigeons. More fireworks than on the 4th I reckon." "Alright Cal, here's what we do. I call a special meeting of the Council for Thursday 29th at 9:00 AM. Arrive early. Make your claim for ownership just as we have discussed today. As I said, there will be a lot of fireworks over this one. The Tuckers have supporters on the Council, so don't expect an answer that day. They'll let you know the decision when they're ready. But don't worry. You shouldn't have to wait too long. There's a big family event coming up in July and invitations need to be issued for that very soon. And remember Hiram and I will do all we can to ensure you achieve your goal, but at the meeting we cannot be seen to publicly support you. Still, we promise not to throw you any curly questions either and can direct most meetings in the way we want. So see you on Thursday." When Cal Brewer left, Darrell went into the house and returned a few minutes later with two cans of beer. "Time to celebrate Hiram. Drink up!" They banged their cans together. "At worst, I think we've just got two new names on the Choosing List. And we can forget all of our own plans to get the Tucker kid. This outsider will do the dirty work for us and leave our hands clean. And definitely 4 bottoms this year, I bet. And when we spread the word of Kelley at the White Party, few guys will feel any guilt about signing his back. Poor kid, he's got no idea what's about to hit him. Uncle Elijah will be pleased." And they banged their cans together again. The Mackey House, Indian Spring – Wednesday July 5, 1995 - Kevin's bedroom 7:08 AM Kevin's early morning sexual fantasies were all centered on Sandy Jacobs these days. He was still being fucked three times a day by other cousins. Three was the minimum standard quota for a Mackey bottom after the first month in the saddle. But most of these other experiences were a bit like Math class he mused. You put your head down, got on with it, did the minimum you could get away with and forgot it all 5 minutes after you left the room. With Sandy Jacobs things were different. He remembered and cherished each experience. He recalled being fucked by Sandy against the wall of the garden shed at the Brewers July 4th party. He loved being controlled by the stunningly handsome boy. And yesterday Sandy had wanked him off as they fucked. No other boy had ever done that. Then there was that open and frank discussion about 69ing. For a time Kevin felt they would do it then and there. It didn't happen, but Sandy was rapidly growing more comfortable in his sexuality and it would only be a matter of time. As he imagined the kid he wanted as a boyfriend going down on him, Kevin achieved his first orgasm of the day. But then the guilt struck and the waves of pleasure dissipated quickly. Kevin knew it would only be days now until the secret was out, and his rapidly developing relationship with Sandy would be gone forever. And there were other issues in his life at present. He recalled the `interrogation' about the White Party at the Brewer's house he had received yesterday at the hands of the Junior Council. "Interrogation" was the only word for it. So many embarrassing questions. Who was there and what they were wearing. How many times each kid did what and with whom. Everything about the enquiries carried the stink of one of Darrell and Hiram's schemes, although neither of them admitted it. He liked Kelley Tucker and hated informing on him. The questions had focused on him and his brother Ethan. They weren't exactly friends, but knew each other from around town. Kelley was one of those kids that was liked and respected by almost everyone. And what Tucker did or didn't do at White Parties surely had nothing to do with the Council. He wasn't a Mackey and he never touched Kevin who was the only family member present. When he expressed this thought several Council members, including both Darrell and Hiram, practically jumped down his throat. Threats and possible punishments were discussed openly and so in the end he told all. He felt guilty about that and hated the way he was constantly manipulated by the Council and his various cousins. But what other options did he have? The Jacobs' house, Indian Spring – Chass's room early morning - Sunday July 2, 1995. Ten-year-old Chase (Chass) Colton Jacobs pulled the sheet over his head hoping for more sleep. But his mind kept focusing on the events of the last few days. He wished he was like Sandy or Brad and good at English. But he found he just didn't have the words to express what he felt about the thing Jared Tilton had done. "Good, fun, or nice" just didn't seem adequate. He needed more. It made his pecker hard just thinking about it. He looked at it under the light summer sheet. Yeah, boned again. It was doing that more and more often these days especially since the sleep-over. Two nights before Chass and his best-friend Joey Sanders had a sleep-over at Oak Mackey's place. These were a common event and it was rare that any of the three 10-year-olds spent an entire week sleeping in their own beds. That was just how things operated in Indian Spring. Chase Jacobs, and what he called his "gang," always pushed the envelope on what parents would allow, and got away with it more often than not. You see, Chass, Joey, and Oak all had the benefit of being the youngest boys in their respective families and benefited mightily from precedents of freedom hard fought and won by older brothers. Not that any of them could explain it, but they were all painfully aware that most kids their age were far more controlled and molly-coddled by anxious parents. And like the other members of their group, these boys thrived on the independence allowed them. There was nothing particularly special about this sleep-over. Oak's dad, Mr. Nathan Mackey, took all three boys to the video store in the early evening and rented 3 tapes for the planned all-night movie marathon. All three made it through Jumanji, but at the half-way point in Richie Rich, Joey was asleep and Chass had dozed off soon after. But he woke with a start as the final credits rolled on. Chass looked around. Joey was snoring softly, but Oak was nowhere in sight. He guessed he went for a piss. So he ejected the VHS tape and took the last video from its box. But Oak was nowhere to be seen, so Chass got up and made his way down to the bathroom at the end of the hall. As he passed Oak's brother's bedroom he saw the light on and heard voices inside so he stopped to listen. The voice he heard was that of Bryce, Oak's 13-year-old brother. "Suck it deeper Oak. You gotta get more of it in. It's no fun if you just suck the tip. I'll never cum if you just do that." The door was slightly ajar and by looking through the crack Chass could see the two brothers reflected in the large wall mirror in Bryce's room. They were both naked. Bryce was standing and Oak was kneeling in front of him and seemed to be eating his brother's wiener. Chass knew he shouldn't use that word anymore. Cock is what big kids said. But why would Oak do that? And Bryce was a big kid. He had hair around his cock like his own brother Sandy. He had seen that many times. But he knew his other brothers Brad and Stevie didn't have hair, so he guessed you had to be 13 to get that. Bryce was holding Oaks head in both hands and forcing more of his cock into the younger boy's mouth. "Watch you fuck'n teeth Oak. Don't forget to use your tongue." Chass saw that the big brother's cock kept going in and out of the smaller brother's mouth. For the next several minutes nothing further was said. Bryce definitely seemed to like what was happening, but Oak, not so much Chass guessed. "Okay" said Bryce. "I'm about to cum. I'll leave my cock at the entrance of your mouth, and when the stuff shoots out, start swallowing. I don't want you to skip any this time." A few seconds later Bryce pushed his hips forward several times in rapid succession and then almost collapsed on top of the younger boy. It was then that he looked in the mirror and notice Chass for the first time. Bryce reacted quickly, rushed towards the door, and grabbed hold of Chass before he could make 5 paces back towards the TV room. He held the younger boy's arms firmly and marched him back into his bedroom. "Stop it Bryce," yelled Chass "You're hurting me." "Don't you know it's not polite to spy on people?" "I wasn't spying. I just went to the bathroom and heard the noise. What are you guys doing anyway?" Oaks was hurriedly getting dressed and turned away from what his older brother was doing. Bryce ignored the fact that he was the only one naked now. "So doesn't Sandy make you blow him? he asked of Chass. "I don't understand?" said Chass. "Cock-sucking. That's what we were doing. Oak was sucking my cock. I came and then he drank my cum. Doesn't Sandy make you do that?" "No." was all Chass could think to say. "Well, he should. That's what little brothers are for. So, you ever been sucked?" "No," Chass repeated. "Do you want to try it?" Chass was a kid ready for any challenge, so he agreed. "So pull down your pants and undies, and I'll do you. But you can't tell anybody, right? This is just between us. Oak tells me you guys fool around and jerk-off. This is the same, but better." It was true. All the boys in the gang had been playing dicks for a few years now, but they had only really began true masturbation in the last 6 months when they had learned about "getting the feeling." Oak told them it was called jerking-off and they guessed he learned that from his brother. So Chass pulled down his shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear. Then he watched in amazement as his entire penis disappeared into the older boy's mouth. At first he thought Bryce might bite his cock right off, but then the powerful suction and tongue action had Chass week at the knees within minutes. And shortly after, an amazing orgasm washed over him. He had to push Bryce's head away as the continued action on his now very sensitive cock became unbearable. "So what did you think?" asked the older boy when he stood up. Chass was lost for words and could only smile. "So next time you owe me a blow-job and you and Oak can do me together." "You guys get to bed now and remember don't talk about this." Of course, the admonition not to talk about what happened was ignored. The following morning it was the only topic of conversation. They told Joey about cock-sucking and Oak convinced Chass to do his friend. He did so, somewhat reluctantly, and Joey was a convert thereafter. But Chass decided it was more fun having it done to you than doing it to another guy yourself. That was when someone mentioned Jared Tilton. He was always trying to hang-out with the gang. But he was a bit of a pansy and wasn't cool so the other boys bullied him and left him out whenever they could get away with it. "I reckon if we let Jared join the gang, we could get him to blow us," said Joey who shared the leadership role with Chass. "Yeah," agreed Chass. "We let him join and protect him from the other kids. In return, he blows us when we want." The plan was put into operation that afternoon. The 10-year-olds Oak, Vince, and Tim Mackey were joined by Joey Sanders and Chass Jacobs at their secret fort deep in the Tucker Wood. The place was perfect for what they intended and all of them were glad they had listened to Oaks suggestion a few weeks ago. "We need a fort for protection," the boy had said. "Yeah, a great idea," replied Chass. "But somewhere only we know. Not like the cubby-houses where the little kids play. A place for our gang and no one else. We can't tell our brothers, or nothing. And definitely no girls. It's got to be away from any houses and not on any of the regular trails. And... secret." "I know the perfect place," said Vince Mackey. He insisted the others in the gang call him Vince now, and not Vinny, the name used by everyone else. `Vinny' sounded like a little kid's name he claimed. Vince was part of the somewhat mysterious and very deep section of the Mackey family who generally kept to themselves. But Vince and Chass Jacobs had hit it off on the very first day in Pre-K and they had been friends ever since. There had never been any question of him not mixing with the more socially acceptable clan members. "About a half mile from Dad's still there's a cave. It goes into the mountain about twenty paces or so. It'd make a perfect fort. My Dad reckons the Indians used to stay there back in the old days. When he was a kid, he and his brothers used to find arrow-heads there. But me and my brothers looked, but we never found nothing." (Like Chass, Vince was the youngest of four brothers - Gerry 13, Bert 12, and Sam 11). "But the place is perfect. There's one big room inside and little holes in the walls for storing stuff. We could bring some chairs and a table and things. It'd be so cool!" And for the first time Jared Tilton had been brought along to the secret fort that afternoon. He was very nervous and a little scared. These kids had never included him much before in their various adventures. But he was also excited at the invitation from the coolest kids in the 5th grade. Jared had met up with Chass and Oak at the swimming hole as ordered. He was then blind-folded and led off on a path he knew went deeper into the Tucker Wood. His parents had told him to never go down these paths, but he wasn't going to object today and act like a sissy. When the blind-fold was removed Jared looked around. He saw the five other 10-year-olds he knew were part of the secret club - Oak, Vince, and Tim Mackey and Joey Sanders and Chass Jacobs. And he seemed to be in some sort of dark hole. The walls and floor were made of rock and lit by two oil or kerosene lamps that sat on tables on either side of a large open space. There were also several old garden chairs and mats on the floor in some places. This had to be the coolest fort he had ever seen and he was invited here by these coolest of the cool guys. Chass Jacobs stepped forward. He had his speech remembered. "Jared Tilton. You have been invited here today to see if you want to join our secret club. We make this offer only one time. So you must decide today. If you join, you get to hang out with us here at our secret fort. Also the guys in the club protect each other from other kids. Nobody messes with us." Chass paused for a minute while everyone looked at Jared for his reaction. He looked thrilled at the prospect and knew he would do whatever it takes to join. "Each member of the gang has a different job," Chass continued. "I'm leader, Oak is general in-charge of wars, Vince is boss of the fort here, Tim looks after supplies, and Joey is my assistant and our chief spy. He tells us what our enemies are doing. Your job, if you want to join, is something different, but still important."