Written by Charles Well <charles.well@yandex.com> and Sarge AKA Aldric <pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com> and Nick <newnick1@yahoo.com>
Please note Chuck's new email address.
(C) 2020)
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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As Carl approached the house he was met by Henry's older brother Glen coming out of the front door.
"Hey Glen. Is Henry in?"
"Yeah," the 14-year-old answered. "He's in his bedroom with Luke at the moment."
"Oh, uh. Thanks. I'll wait for him," said Carl. He was sort of jealous that someone else was with his friend, but he knew it was Henry's job to take care of everyone. He sat down on the steps to wait.
It was less than a month ago when he fucked Henry for the first time but it seemed like his life had changed since then. He had been half-mad at his friend that day for telling Sandy Jacobs about the incident with Carter. But the relief he felt after telling his story and realizing that Sandy believed him had pretty much erased his anger. Henry had taken him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. He closed the door, walked over to him and placed his hands on his shoulders. Carl still remembered Henry's words. "I've wanted to do this with you for a long time."
"Me too," Carl answered. He felt funny. He had visited bottoms before but this was different. This was his best friend.
They both kicked off their shoes and then Henry took charge. He pulled of his t-shirt and dropped his shorts. Carl started to take off his shirt and his friend stopped him.
"No, let me do it," Henry ordered. Wearing only his white briefs he stood in front of his slightly nervous buddy and lifted his shirt up and pulled it gently over his head. Carl assisted by raising his arms.
"I'm going to make you feel really good," said Henry as he rubbed his hands over Carl's chest. Then he dropped to his knees and unsnapped his friend's jeans and let them fall.
Carl couldn't help giggling. "Damn Henry, I don't think I ever had anybody undress me like this."
"Well it looks like you like it," the kneeling boy replied as he gently rubbed his hand over the tented front of Carl's boxer briefs. "Now quit interrupting and let me finish."
Carl remembered how it felt when Henry slipped his fingers under the elastic of his underpants and slowly pulled them down. It seemed like every nerve in his body had been tingling.
"It's time to free the beast," said Henry as he carefully pulled the waistband of the undies over Carl's cockhead. "There he is!" he exclaimed as the boy's erection bounced free from the confines of the underwear. Henry stared at the exposed dick. He loved Carl's pubes. They were long and thin, but straight instead of curly like some boys. He rubbed his hand over them and was surprised at their softness. He wrapped a hand around the cock and pumped it a few times. "Looks like we're ready."
"Good," said Carl. "Cause you're gonna make me cum if you keep that up. Should I lube up?"
"Oh god. Oh man. I'm gonna cum," moaned Carl as Henry moved his hand up and down on the erect penis. Then he stopped.
"Okay, you're ready to lube up," said Henry with a smile as he looked up at his friend.
Carl was catching his breath and recovering from the unexpected attack on his dick so he just stared at his friend for a moment.
"All right. I'll do it for you," said Henry as he picked up the Vaseline and greased up his friend's dick, causing the boy's knees to shake.
Henry stood up and slid his underpants off. Then he took his friend's hand and led him to the middle of the room where there was a fuzzy throw rug. "Are you ready?" he asked.
Carl nodded and Henry got down on his hands and knees. Carl knelt behind him and gazed at the beautiful butt before him. He wanted this badly. He pressed his dick against the puckered hole and it popped in quickly. Henry let out a gasp, as he always did when he was entered, and Carl moaned. This was heaven for both of them.
Unfortunately, due to Henry's foreplay, Carl didn't last long. In just a few minutes he reached his climax and unloaded in the bottom boy's ass. Neither of them was disappointed however. They both felt it was the best sex they ever had. After a moment, Carl pulled out of his friend and lay on his back. Henry snuggled up next to him rubbing his dick against his friends' leg.
"That was really great Henry."
"Good. I'm hoping you'll want to do it again sometime."
Carl laughed. "Shoot, I'd do it all day long with you if I could. You didn't cum though," he said as he wrapped his fingers around the dick that was rubbing against his thighs.
"That's okay. I had fun."
"No, it's not okay. Roll over," ordered Carl as he pushed his friend over on his back. "We both gotta cum or it ain't great." Then he started pumping Henry's dick and jerked him to a powerful climax that made him lift his hips off the floor. That was their first time and it had only gotten better since.
As Carl was remembering, Henry and Luke Mackey came out of the door laughing.
"Carl! I'm glad you stopped by," said Henry.
Carl exchanged greetings with both boys and they all sat down on the porch. Since Henry had been bottomed his house had slowly become a social hang out. Lots of kids came by to fuck at first, but then they started to drop by just to visit. Henry met kids he hadn't really known before and he found he liked a lot of them. Best of all, they liked him too. Since the Choosing he had more friends than he ever had in his life.
Luke Mackey, Ethan Tucker and Stevie and Chase Jacobs were hanging on the bleachers by the ball field. They had all finished their homework and just wanted to get out of the house for a little before it got dark. They were discussing everything from which teachers were the worst this year to when they thought it might snow. As they talked Rory Mackey came jogging up. He reached down and flipped a switch on the music player he wore on his hip and slid his headphones off.
"Hi. What's going on with you guys?"
"Not much," answered Stevie. "We're just hanging out."
"You're all coming to my Halloween party, aren't you?"
Everyone answered affirmatively. "We're coming over this Saturday," added Ethan. "My mom and dad are going to be chaperones and we're all coming over so they can plan things."
"Yeah, my mom said we'll make burgers or something. It'll be fun."
As they were talking Koby Mackey wondered over from the direction of the woods.
"You weren't swimming, were you?" asked Stevie.
"Heck no," Koby answered. "That water is so cold that if you jumped in your balls would climb so far up inside you probably wouldn't see them again until Christmas." His comment made everybody laugh.
"Are you coming to my Halloween party?" Rory asked.
"Uh, I don't know. Is that Hagen kid gonna be there?"
"If you mean Scooter, uh, yeah. I hope so."
"Well, I don't think I ought to then."
Stevie jumped in the conversation. Scooter was his friend but he also liked Koby. He really believed that if they met they'd like each other.
"Ah come on Koby. Don't be like that. You don't even know the boy and you're going to miss a cool party just cause he's there. I want you to come and Cole's gonna be there. You'll have fun."
Luke decided to add his 2 cents worth also. "You know last year in English class we had to read a book called "Freak the Mighty". You'll probably read it this year. My big brother Daniel told me I was gonna hate it cause it was dumb and boring, but I really liked it. It was a cool story. This is kind of like that. You can't hate Scooter because of what other kids say. You gotta meet him and decide for yourself. You might like him."
"You could be right, but you gotta understand. If the boys out my way hear I went to a party he was at, I could get my ass kicked."
"Are you serious?" asked Chase.
"He's dead serious." Luke answered. "Some of the boys up our way can be mean."
"I don't think any of the deep kids will be there. You know they don't like new-comers," said Stevie.
"How about if you wear a costume," suggested Ethan. "Then nobody would know it's you."
"I don't know. I gotta think about it," Koby said sadly. "I'd like to come, but I just don't know if I can."
"Maybe if you come Cole will let you fuck him again," Chase blurted out trying to be funny. The group instantly went silent. Chase knew he had screwed up big time.
Stevie, Luke, and Ethan were all staring at him. Koby ignored the remark and Rory was wondering if he heard it right. He could tell by the stares and the silence that he shouldn't ask any questions.
Stevie broke the silence. "Well you need to think about it. We want you to come."
"I'll think about it. I promise, but I gotta be heading home now. See you guys around," said Koby as he walked away.
"I gotta keep moving too," said Rory. "I'm supposed to be running, not talking. See you at school tomorrow." As he took off he put his headphones back on and switched the player from record back to play. He had to know if he heard what he thought he heard.
As soon as the others left Stevie unloaded on Chase. "You shouldn't have said that. That was wrong!"
"I know. Please don't tell Cole or Sandy," pleaded Chase.
"You know we're supposed to treat Rory as a non-Mackey," Luke said.
"You're not supposed to talk about what happened at the Choosing anyway. How do you think Cole would feel? What's wrong with you?" said Stevie angrily.
"I screwed up. Okay. I screwed up and I'm sorry. Now leave me alone," said Chase as he hopped on his bike and left.
Stevie looked at the others and said, "I need to ask you both a big favor. Please don't tell anybody about this. I know he can be a dumb-ass, but he's my little brother."
"Don't worry about me," said Ethan. "Chase has always been a friend and I don't want to see him get in trouble. He just made a mistake and he knows it. I'll talk to Koby tomorrow in school and make sure he understands."
"Your whole family helped me through the Choosing. I'll always remember that. I won't say anything," replied Luke.
"Thanks guys. I won't forget this," said Stevie.
About a mile away Rory Mackey was playing the recording over for the second time. He had heard it right. So Koby fucked Cole. He had to learn more about this. He was getting hard just thinking about it.
He would have to talk to Chase alone.
Kids started arriving for the party at 6 PM and by 7 there were at least 35 party goers. Rory was happy which made his mom happy. It was too cold to swim and the pool was roped off with a bright yellow tape. A fog machine spewed its mist over the pool deck adding a nice eerie effect and ghosts and skeletons hung from the trees and bushes.
Hal Tucker was making hot dogs on the grill and his wife kept the condiment table stocked. The desert table featured donuts and candy apples. There were sodas available but most of the kids seemed to favor the fresh local cider.
Rory made the rounds like a good host and welcomed everyone. He was pleased that so many of his friends from school came. About half the kids wore costumes and everyone seemed to be having fun.
When Rory bumped into Ethan he asked if Koby was going to come.
"He's here," said Ethan happily. "I helped him with a costume and he looks real good."
"Which one is he?" the host asked as he looked over the crowd.
"I'm not going to tell you. You gotta figure it out," replied Ethan with a big grin.
"I'll find him. I gotta thank him for coming."
As they chatted Chase joined the group. "I think we should tell him Ethan. Koby has a problem and needs our help," he whispered.
"What's wrong?" asked Ethan.
"Our friend is starving from smelling all this food and you didn't cut an opening for his mouth so he can't eat. He doesn't want to take the hood off out here so I told him we'd ask if he could go inside and eat something."
As Rory listened to them talk, he was looking over the crowd and he spotted the scarecrow. He was wearing a burlap hood with no mouth opening. He wore blue jeans, a plaid shirt and had straw sticking out at all the appropriate places. "I see him," announced Rory. "He's the scarecrow, isn't he?"
"That's him," said Ethan. "What do you think of the costume?"
"He looks cool. I'm gonna go say hi to him, then how about if you guys get him some food and take him up to my room. We're gonna be moving out back in a minute to tell ghost stories around the fire. Nobody will notice you then."
Ethan and Chase piled up 2 plates of food and took them up to Rory's bedroom. When they returned to the pool area everyone was moving to the field out back where Mr. Tucker had just lit the fire. They brought Koby up to the bedroom and helped him get the burlap hood off his head. For the next 10 minutes the starving scarecrow ate non-stop devouring everything they had brought. "That was great. Thanks guys. Now I gotta pee."
Chase pointed out the bathroom and Koby headed that way just as Rory entered the room.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
"He's been fed and we're getting ready to come back down," answered Ethan. Then Koby's voice echoed loudly from the bathroom.
"I can't get this dang fly down," he exclaimed.
Ethan laughed out loud as the 3 boys moved to the open bathroom door. "It's broke. That's why my mom let us use that pair."
"Well the heck with it then," said Koby as he untied the rope belt and pushed the jeans down over his hips. Then he started to pee. The 3 boys gathered at the door were giggling and couldn't resist teasing their friend as they stared at his underwear clad behind.
"That sure is a nice looking rear," said Ethan.
"I wonder if he'd let us have a peek?" asked Chase.
"You just better leave my ass alone," said Koby. "This ain't the...." And he suddenly stopped. He had almost done the same thing Chase did. Damn, he thought. I wish they'd get this Mackey or non-Mackey thing decided. Rory's one of the guys and he hated having to keep stuff from him. "This ain't the butt show," he said to finish his sentence.
When Koby was done they put his hood back on and rejoined the party. When they got to the campfire Hal Tucker was telling his adapted version of the Headless Horseman of Indian Spring complete with sound effects. The party was a big success. As Rory was saying goodbye to the guests he made it a special point to tell Koby how much it meant to him that he came. Then he patted his butt and whispered, "you do have a really nice ass." Koby couldn't help laughing.
Sandy had been working at the clubhouse since 4:30. He came over as soon as his homework was done. He was transferring the Jr. Council's records onto floppy disks and he wanted to have the task completed before the new year. He wasn't sure if he'd make it or not.
Carter and Tom arrived just before 6 PM. They would be giving blow jobs tonight to complete their punishment. Neither of them was happy, but they didn't have a choice. When they had gotten home after the last meeting their dad was waiting for them. He had his strap laid out where the boys would see it and it scared the hell out of both of them. He made them drop their pants and bend over so he could see their butts. Both of them still had bright red rears from the paddling Sandy had administered, so he was satisfied they had paid for their crime. He let them off with a warning that if he had one more bad report from the Council, he would deal with them himself.
Cal Brewer was the next to arrive and he brought his little brother Ben. Sandy had decided that blow jobs would be given in the front of the room and had cleared an area. Carter serviced Cal while Tom took care of Ben. Sandy watched to make sure they were doing things right. Judging by the amount of noise Ben made he assumed Tom gave a good blow job. Carter sucked Cal until he shot his load. Sandy was happy to hear Carter ask if it was okay and Cal told him it was great.
Next came Bert and his brother Sam. It appeared that Bert shot such a big load that Carter had trouble swallowing it all. Sam was a very energetic participant and put on a show for the observers by wiggling his butt and moaning out loud. Tom was red faced when he was done.
Judge, Trevor. Gordon and Finney all took advantage of the situation and enjoyed a blow job. Tom got a break until Chase showed up. Sandy had invited him and he wasn't about to refuse. Sandy thought that Chase was a little bossy. He listened as his brother gave orders to Tom as the boy sucked away. "That's it. More tongue action. Lick the head. Oh yeah, you suck good." Tom found it humiliating but Chase didn't care. He did thank the boy on his knees after his orgasm.
When Henry Mackey arrived Sandy looked up. He knew Carl was a close friend of Henry's and he was curious if a shy kid like Henry would accept a public blow job. While he did stand at the back of the room and observe the goings on for a few minutes, he walked up to Carter and opened his pants as soon as he was free. "I'm next," he announced.
Carter seemed to put a little extra effort into Henry's blow job. He slid his mouth all the way up and down the hard cock. He stopped and tickled the glans with his tongue several times and he put his hands on the boy's butt and pulled him all the way in when he climaxed.
"Was it good?" Carter asked.
"Yeah, it was," answered Henry as he caught his breath.
"Look Henry, I know you're a good friend with Carl and I'm sorry I did what I did. Would you tell him that I said I was sorry?"
"Why don't you tell him yourself?"
"He doesn't come over to see me anymore. I guess I can't blame him. I tried to talk to him at school but he walked away. Please tell him for me. Tell him I'm sorry and I owe him a blow job."
"Okay. I'll tell him," said Henry. He felt that Carter was being sincere.
The meeting was pretty uneventful. Nobody had any problems so they talked about having a Christmas party. Since it was a school night they ended things early and headed for home.
Malcolm didn't share his art with many people. He usually only showed his work to his dad, the Tuckers and occasionally the Art teacher at school. He was excited that another kid had expressed interest in it and was looking forward to showing it off.
When Tripp answered the door and saw Malcolm he broke into a smile.
"Did you bring the sketches?" Tripp asked.
"Got em right here."
"Cool. Let's go up to my room and take a look."
Malcolm followed Tripp up the stairs and into the bedroom. He opened the folder he was carrying and stepped back so the other boy could see. Tripp leafed through the collection and started laying them out on the bed. "These are really good," he commented. When he got to the sketches of the trees in the park he took them over to the wall and compared them to his photographs.
"Look at this," said Tripp as he waved for Malcolm to come over. "It looks like we captured some of the exact same stuff."
Holding the sketches next to the photos, it did indeed appear they were the identical scenes. "I guess we both like the same stuff," said Malcolm.
They spent another 30 minutes discussing what they liked in landscape scenes and what else they would like to sketch or photograph. They agreed they would try and do some winter scenes together after a snowfall.
"Can you take your camera out when it's snowing?" asked Malcolm.
"Sure. I have protective cases."
"It would be cool to try sketching during a storm," said Malcolm.
"Don't your fingers get cold?"
"I don't know, I never tried it."
"Let's give it a try. We'll go out when we get the first good snowstorm and see what we can do."
Both boys found it exciting that a peer was interested in their work. They agreed to meet again and create some art together.
"So, while you're here do you want a blow job?" Tripp asked. "I gotta get these done."
Malcolm hadn't really planned on asking but it was a hard offer to refuse. He didn't want to piss off the kid he was just getting to know, but it was his idea.
"Yeah, that would be great," said Malcolm.
Tripp knelt down and proceeded to unbuckle and unzip his new friend's jeans and started stroking the boys dick. A blow job always feels good but this one seemed extra special. Malcolm was moving his hips and cooing with delight in no time. When he finally shot his load Tripp continued to suck and then gently licked his dick clean.
"Good?" he asked.
"Fucking great," said Malcolm. "Thanks!"
On the way home Malcolm decided he wasn't going to mention this visit to Kelly. They didn't keep many secrets from each other but Kelly had such a strong dislike for Tripp that he might not understand. He wasn't going to lie about it, he just wouldn't bring it up.
Jason brought the meeting to order promptly at 7. They had a fair amount of business to go over so he wanted to get things moving.
"As you all probably know the Senior Council met last week and I have some information to pass on to everyone. The incident at the elementary school involving our Mackey boys and the new comers was not a good thing. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves like that. Previously we put out the word that Stewart Hagen and Rory Mackey were to be treated as non-Mackeys. Now they would like us to add something to that. Although they still are not privy to any Mackey secrets, they are, by blood, Mackey's. That means they should be treated with respect. Sammy and his cousin Merrick, who seemed to be the instigators of the fight, have been spoken to directly. Our job is to spread this word to everybody else. Any questions?"
"This Hagen kid has a really bad reputation already," stated Hank. "Now we're supposed to tell kids to like him. It doesn't seem right." Ernie nodded his agreement.
"I didn't say anybody had to like him. They don't have to associate with him if they don't want to. They can ignore him. We just don't want any more fights."
"Okay, I guess I get it," Hank replied.
"How long are these kids going to have this in-between status?" Joe Mackey asked.
"Good question," said Jason. "Raymond told me they are going to address it in their next meeting. They want to get it resolved too. We should have an answer next month."
Sandy had stayed out of this discussion. He knew the Hagen family and they seemed like nice folks to him. His little brothers played with Scooter all the time. He wanted to see how the other members of the council felt but except for Hank and Ernie nobody said much. He glanced at Paul Hardin a couple of times and thought the older boy seemed to be thinking. Hayden and James were also unusually quiet. He decided to wait and see what happens before he said anything. He didn't want to be the only one siding with the new kids.
Next Jason told everyone about the effort Sandy was making to preserve the Council records by transferring them to floppy disk. He announced that Raymond liked the idea so much that he talked the Sr. Council into purchasing 2 security boxes, one for the original paper and one for the disks, to complete the job. Sandy got a round of applause.
After giving the financial report, which everybody found boring, Jason laced his fingers together, placed his hands on the table in front of him and smiled. "Now I want to tell you a little story." His expression got everyone's attention. "I have heard that some kids think that Mr. Jacobs here is way over-protective with the bottoms. Some even say he coddles them. I want to tell you that that is not true. Recently one of our bottoms got out of line and needed to be straightened out. Sandy filled me in on what happened and asked if I wanted it brought before the Council. It was serious misbehavior on the bottoms part so we could have gotten involved, but I decided that since it was a first offense, I'd let the Special Rep. handle it himself. As I said, it was serious, so I observed the punishment to make sure it was handled properly." The entire table was now listening intently.
"I can now say that I know for a fact that Sandy Jacobs is not too easy on the bottoms." He then reached down to the floor and pulled the new paddle out of a bag and held it up for everyone to see. "He knows how to whip a kid's butt and make him sing." Now the table was laughing.
"This is the weapon we will be using in the Choosing next year. It was made by Matthew Corbin's dad and I have seen it in action. It works very well."
"Who did you test it on?" Hayden asked.
"Since it's a closed matter we won't name names," answered Jason.
Sandy was happy to hear that as he didn't want Carter exposed to any ridicule. He had paid for his crimes already.
The paddle was passed around and everyone admired the workmanship.
"It looks nasty," said Joe.
"It does," agreed Hayden. "It sure is a pretty piece of wood though. Anybody know what kind it is?"
"It's ash. It's supposed to be pretty strong so it won't break," answered Sandy.
"My daddy used to have a stick he called the attitude adjuster. If he told you that you needed an attitude adjustment you knew you were in for it. Do we have a name for this one?" asked Ernie.
In less than a minute the usually serious and sometimes combative council members were all laughing and throwing out silly names. The Whacker, Board of Education and The Ass Assassin were some of the rejected names. Finally Paul Hardin suggested Mr. Manners. "We 're going to be using this thing to teach the boys some manners so I think it sounds good."
The whole group agreed. A quick vote was called and the Council paddle was officially named, "Mr. Manners."
Jason slid the wooden implement across the table to Sandy and instructed, "Have the name put on it. I don't care if it's painted or branded, but make it look good and then put it back in my office." Sandy nodded.
Jason than asked if anybody had anything else. Sandy raised his hand and was recognized.
"The holidays are coming up and some of the bottoms brought up that it's really awkward on Thanksgiving and Christmas when everybody has company over and boys come by and want to fuck. I'd like to give the bottoms some official holidays that they can be off."
Hayden was the first to speak. "If I was a bottom and a boy came over to my house to fuck on Christmas Day my Mama would throw him out in a minute. I can't believe kids would do that."
"Your dick don't know what day it is," said Bert. "When you are horny you're horny."
"I gotta go with Sandy on this. These boys are available all year long and they give up a lot to do their duty, but Thanksgiving and Christmas seem extra special to me. I can't even believe kids would bother them then. I think they deserve a break," said Joe.
"Actually, I want to give them 4 days off," said Sandy. "Thanksgiving, Christmas, 4th of July and Labor Day. Those are the days when you have family visiting and picnics and cookouts and stuff. Four days a year is not a lot when you think about it."
James, who had been silent up to this point added, "I'm surprised this never came up before. For all the bottoms do for the community, I think they deserve it."
Paul Hardin had been listening to everyone's thoughts on the issue. "I have to wonder why you brought this up now. Jason caught one of your boys breaking the rules and you had to beat his ass for it. We're not giving them days off now just so you can get back in their good graces, are we?" Paul asked looking directly at Sandy.
"No! That's not it at all," Sandy replied defensively. "We are doing this now because it came up at our last meeting. The guys were talking about Thanksgiving and they brought up visitors on the holidays. I'm just trying to do what's right for my boys."
Jason jumped in and gave his opinion. "I said earlier this year that I wanted this Council to be one of the best. I want us to be known as the Council that improved things and I think this is an opportunity to do that. You all worked hard to come up with the changes to the Choosing and the Sr. Council liked them all. I think we should add this idea to our accomplishments. I call for a vote on the motion to give our Community Bottoms the day off on the 4 holidays Jacobs suggested. I vote Yes!"
His yes vote was echoed by James, Hayden, Hank and Joe. Bert hesitated a moment but realized he would be opposing the majority so he voted yes also. Paul, Ernie and Sandy followed and the motion passed unanimously. The bottoms would get official days off for the first time ever and Sandy Jacobs had another accomplishment he could claim. Sandy was surprised at Paul's question however. He thought of Paul as an ally these days but realized he couldn't take that for granted. He would have to work on that.
Jason thanked everyone for their time and adjourned the meeting. Sandy accepted a ride home from James and they discussed everything that was going on around town and what the Council was doing this year on the way home. Sandy learned that Chris Corbin would not be returning. Mr. Corbin found work in Michigan and they decided to stay there. James complimented Sandy on his style at the meeting. Non-confrontational he called it. Sandy had never thought about style; he just tried to get things done.
"When they pulled up in front id the Jacobs house James shared a final thought with the younger boy. "I hope you're thinking about your future on the Council. You're doing a great job of handling the bottoms and helping them along the way but you know the higher you climb the more you can do for them."
"What do you mean?" asked Sandy.
"What if you ran the meeting each month instead of just attending it. You could do more for all the kids and not just the bottoms."
"You mean be the President?" asked Sandy rather shocked at the suggestion.
"Sure. I think you should think about it. It's a long way off but it doesn't hurt to make plans."
Sandy laughed off the idea, thanked James for the ride and headed inside. Thinking of himself as President of the Council seemed crazy, but he liked the idea. It couldn't hurt to think about it.
Sandy, Brad and Stevie sat in the dining room talking about their plans for the day. Brad was waiting on Sean and the 2 of them were going to visit Cal Brewer. Saturday morning fuck sessions with Cal had become a ritual. Stevie was hooking up with Ethan, Cole and Scooter to go bike riding and Sandy was going to visit some of the bottoms and start spreading the word about the new holidays. He enjoyed spreading good news. As they talked Chase joined the group.
"Morning all," he said cheerfully.
"You wanna join us riding bikes?" Stevie inquired.
"Not this morning. I'm going out to visit Gordon."
"I thought you went out there last night," said Sandy.
"I did," Chase replied with a smile. "And it was so good that I'm going back for more."
"You know Chase, the bottoms get annoyed with guys that they think use them too much. Don't wear out your welcome," said Sandy seriously.
"I won't. Besides, it doesn't matter if he gets annoyed or not. I can use him all I want until my birthday."
"You don't get it Chase. I'm trying to tell you not to make an enemy of a kid who has 10 votes at the next Choosing," Sandy replied getting a little aggravated at his little brother's stubborn attitude.
"I'm not making any enemies and I can do what I want Sandy. You're not my boss."
"I'm not trying to be your boss. I'm trying to keep you out of trouble."
"I can take care of myself," said Chase. "I'm not a little kid anymore."
"Well you sure are acting like a little kid," said Sandy.
"I'm not listening to you anymore. I'm outa here." Chase walked out of the room.
Stevie remained quiet sensing the tension all around. Brad, on the other hand, thought it was funny. "That big brother advice session didn't go to well," he said.
"No. It sure as hell didn't. I don't know what's wrong with him." Sandy was extremely frustrated and angry. He dealt with bottoms under a lot of stress and he was always able to get through to them. They cried and cursed but they kept talking and worked things out. But with his own little brother, he got nowhere. The kid just walked out on him.
"Don't feel bad. He's been kind of moody with me too," said Brad. "The other night I just asked him if his homework was done and he told me to worry about my own work and leave him alone."
"I know what's bugging him," volunteered Stevie.
"Tell us then. Maybe we can help," said Sandy.
"He is the youngest and he knows that, but he's 11 now and he thinks you guys still treat him like a baby. If you watch him when he's out playing with Rory, Scooter and Ben he's the leader. If there's an argument about something they turn to Chase to settle it. The guys look up to him. Then, when he comes home, you guys, and I guess me too sometimes, all treat him like our little brother. He doesn't like it and he wants to show us he doesn't need our help."
"Wow," said Brad. "Did Chase tell you that? How do you know all this?"
"We had a fight a couple weeks back and we both got really mad. Chase was almost crying and he told me what he felt about how I treated him. It kind of made me feel bad, but I listened to him and I think I understand what he means. Me and Chase are close and I don't want him to feel like that so I'm really trying to watch what I say to him."
"I didn't think we were treating him bad," said Brad rather puzzled.
"I talk to him just like I always have," said Sandy.
"That's the problem. He doesn't want to be talked to like we always did. He's older now and he wants us to treat him like he's older. It's kind of complicated and you have to think about it some," said Stevie.
"You have me thinking," said Brad.
"I'll think about it but I still feel like kicking him in the butt," said Sandy.
Rory had just changed into his shorts and was getting ready to go for a run when his Mom called to him. "Rory, Chase is here to see you."
"Be right down," he yelled. He grabbed his shoes and headed downstairs. Chase was waiting in the living room. They greeted each other and Rory gestured for his buddy to follow him outside.
They both grabbed a seat and Rory started to put his shoes on. "So what's up?" he asked.
"Not much. I was just coming out this way to visit somebody and I thought I'd stop by and see what you were doing."
"I've got to go for a run. My uncle called last night and he wants to enter me in a boxing tournament over Christmas break and I think I want to do it. I been a little lazy lately though so I gotta get back in shape."
"Sounds cool," replied Chase. "Where's the tournament at?"
"It's in California."
"Well I guess I won't be coming to watch you then. You're going to California at Christmas?"
"Yeah, just for 1 week. I'm coming back though."
"Good. You had me nervous there for a minute. I didn't want to lose my new best friend."
"Nahh, you aren't gonna lose me. I never had friends as good as you guys back in L.A. I'm sticking around. Why don't you stop back this afternoon. We could play video games or do whatever you want. I gotta talk to you about something anyway."
"What do you need to talk about," asked Chase. He was concerned that Rory might be getting hassled by deep Mackeys. "You can talk to me now."
Rory looked over at the house and noted the kitchen window was closed so his mom wouldn't hear them talking. Then he asked softly, "Did Koby really fuck Cole?"
Chase was stunned. He didn't know what to say or why his friend was asking this. Shit, shit, shit, his mind was screaming.
"Come on Chase. You can tell me. I heard you say it at the park and I gotta know. It sounds so hot."
At least he knew why Rory was asking. He had heard him make that dumb mistake. It was his own fault. He had to say something. "Look Rory. I kind of can't talk about that. It's private and it wouldn't be right."
"Come on. You said it in front of the guys at the park but now you won't talk to me. You said we were best friends. I never fucked anybody or saw anybody get fucked and I wanna hear about it. I been getting boners just thinking about it. There's nobody else I could ask about this. Please. I want you to tell me about fucking."
Chase's mind was reeling. His extremely hot friend with those beautiful eyes and tight little butt wanted to talk about fucking and he couldn't. He knew there was an opportunity here to be the first to fuck this boy but he didn't dare take it. "This isn't something that we can cover in 5 minutes. We could be talking for hours. Why don't we wait till I can sleep over and I'll tell you everything you want to know."
"Cool," said Rory. "Can you stay over tonight?"
"No, not tonight," he answered quickly. He needed more time to plan what he was going to say. "How about over the Thanksgiving break? We were going to do it then anyway."
"That's almost 3 weeks away! Why can't we do it sooner?"
"I've got stuff to do and Thanksgiving will be perfect. We'll have to keep it quiet so nobody asks to join us, but over the holiday most of the guys are going away or they have company so we can be alone."
"Okay, if you say so. Can you come back later today and hang out some?"
"Uh, yeah. I guess I can," said Chase
"Excellent. We can make plans and I wanna mess around, if you do."
"I always do with you," said Chase with a smile.
"All right. I have to run now. I only have about 6 weeks to get in shape for the tournament and I want to do good."
"I'll see you later then," said Chase as they went their separate ways.
It was almost noon by the time Chase arrived at Gordon's. Gordon was standing in his front yard and greeted him with a question. "Doesn't your dick ever get soft?"
"Not too often," answered Chase.
"Your timing sucks. I already gave 4 fucks this morning."
"Yeah, but mine don't count."
"I know. But since I thought I was done I got cleaned up already and was getting ready to head over to Finney's," said Gordon, hoping that the younger boy might cut him a break.
"Well, I guess you're gonna have to lube up again then because I really need a fuck."
"Let's go then," said Gordon realizing he wasn't going to get any sympathy from this kid.
In the bedroom Gordon lubed up as Chase took his pants off. He was sort of pissed off since he thought he was done for the day and it didn't help when Chase said, "Let's go. Bring that sweet ass over here."
As Gordon got down on his hands and knees, Chase's favorite position, all he was thinking was, "This kid really needs to be brought down a peg."
The 11-year-old didn't chatter away as he usually did. He fucked fast and hard as he thought about his situation with Rory. He might be the first to fuck the hot new kid, but he could also get in deep trouble if he said too much. He also had to think about Cole and Koby. They were both good friends and he didn't want to hurt them. Shit, shit, shit, he was thinking as he pounded Gordon's ass. When he finally finished he pulled out and thanked the bottom.
"Are you pissed off at somebody?" asked Gordon.
"No, why?" questioned Chase.
"The way you pounded my ass made me think so."
"Oh, sorry," said Chase. "I guess I just have a lot on my mind."
"Well don't take it out on me next time."
"I won't. You're my favorite bottom."
"That's cause I'm the only one you can use."
"Yeah, I guess. But I like you too," said Chase.
Chase headed for home and Gordon got cleaned up again and left for his friend's house. He was hoping his best customer wouldn't be back again today.