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Kids of Indian Spring (continued) - The Sandy Jacob's Story - Chapter 3
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.
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Author's Note
I had an email from one reader who was "confused" at all the characters introduced. A fair comment and an issue I experienced myself in reading the original story. Around the same time however, I had multiple notes from people complaining I had "neglected" their favorite heroes from Jonas Henley's Indian Spring world. It just goes to prove, you can't please all of the people all of the time.
To assist "confused" I have included a brief character outline at the beginning of this chapter. For the "neglected," keep reading. Some of Jonas's major characters will make an appearance (but not all) and who knows, there may be more in later chapters on the infamous White Party at the Brewer's house. But you will need to be patient for that.
In order of appearance, the major characters are:
Stephen (Stevie) Jacobs (11) Dirty blond hair like all his brothers – Sandy (13), Brad (12), and Chass (10). He has a light sprinkling of freckles across his nose and cheeks. Exploring being openly gay for the first time. Part of the extended Mackey clan.
Ethan Tucker (10 years 7 months Younger brother of Kelley Tucker (12). Exploring being openly gay for the first time. A non-Mackie from Indian Spring.
Toby Sanders (13) Best friend of Sandy Jacobs (13). Toby is away on holiday at present. Part of the extended Mackey clan.
Jamie Benson (13) aka Batboy. Straight, but always up for a bit of fun. A non-Mackie from Indian Spring.
Jeremy Cantrell (11 years 8 months) A non-Mackie from Indian Spring.
Sandy Jacobs (13 years, 5 months) (Full name Alexander Corbin Jacobs, which only his mother ever uses). A dirty blond boy who looked like he belonged in a country baseball commercial and was now at the point where you could tell he had once been very cute, was now simply good looking, and moving quite easily toward handsome. Oldest of four brothers in the Jacobs family. Main protagonist in my story (the reason why it's called The Sandy Jacobs Story). Part of the extended Mackey clan.
Brad Jacobs (12 years, 1 month) aka Bradley. Dirty blond like his 3 brothers. Part of the extended Mackey clan. On this year's Mackey Choosing List.
Kevin Michael Mackey, (13) Good-looking. He has dark brown hair, as thick as you could make very slightly curly hair yet still have it look dreamily soft. Part of the extended Mackey clan. One of the two Mackey community bottoms selected in the 1994 Choosing Ceremony. He is gay and confident in his sexuality.
Sean Mackey (12) Brother of Kevin. Mostly straight. Part of the extended Mackey clan. On this year's Mackey Choosing List.
Sheldon Redd (17) The M C at the Mackey Choosing Ceremony. Bottom representative on the Junior Council. Part of the extended Mackey clan.
Darrell Mackey (17) Part of the extended Mackey clan. Member of the Mackey Junior Council. Regarded as a "fixer" in Indian Spring. Intelligent, but he should never be trusted. He always has some nefarious scheme in mind. A real sleaze ball.
Hiram Mackey (17) First cousin of Darrell. Part of the extended Mackey clan. Member of the Mackey Junior Council and main side-kick to Darrell. Another sleaze ball.
Kelley Tucker (sometimes Tuck) (12) Eldest son of Halford (Hal) and Silvie Tucker. Brother of Ethan (10.5) and Ashton (9) A non-Mackie from Indian Spring. Main protagonist in Jonas Henley's original story.
Halford (Hal) Tucker Adult, Lawyer. Father of Kelley, Ethan & Ashton. Hal is the driving force behind the Indian Spring Community Integrity Association fighting redevelopment projects destructive of the community.
Jason Mackey, (16) Older brother to Kevin (13) and Sean (12). Part of the extended Mackey clan. Member of the Mackey Junior Council.
Kelson Mackey (16) Part of the extended Mackey clan. Skipped the Choosing Ceremony in 1991 because of an appendix operation on July 15th that year. He was granted an official exemption.
Raymond Mackey (17) President of the Mackey Junior Council. Part of the extended Mackey clan.
David Mackey (12) Younger brother of Darrell and cousin to Hiram who were pushing to have him made one of the Mackey Community bottoms this year. Part of the extended Mackey clan.
Tolley Mackey (12) Seth Mackey (12) and Chris Corbin (12) - Various boys on the Choosing List this year. All are part of the extended Mackey clan.
Chase (Chass) Colton Jacobs (10) Just turned 10. Brother to Sandy (13), Brad (12) and Stevie (11) Jacobs. Part of the extended Mackey clan.
Eleven-year-old Stevie Jacobs lay in bed slowly stroking his incredibly hard 3-and-a-bit-incher. Not that any of the Jacobs family were religious, but he would swear on a stack of bibles, if needed, that the thing was getting harder now than even a few weeks ago. Was that because he now had a real boyfriend? Maybe! Ethan Tucker was such a cute kid. No, cute wasn't right. Not enough he knew. Last night, before he went to bed, Stevie had grabbed his school thesaurus and looked up all the other words for cute he could find. He liked adorable, appealing, attractive, captivating, charming, delightful, dishy, dreamy, fetching, heavenly, hot, luscious, pleasing, sexy, and suave. He had to look some of these words up in the dictionary, but they all fitted his boyfriend. But he didn't think precious, pretty, or dainty fitted Ethan, so he forgot those ones. When they met today, he thought he would use his impressive language skills to express his true feelings.
It had all happened so fast neither of them could believe it. They had known each other forever, but it was only on the last half school day they noticed each other for real. They were both in Miss Garvin's 5th grade class. Ethan was 10 and a half and Stevie had just turned 11. There was about a 6 month age difference. That day they had returned all their books and were both at their lockers cleaning out any final junk. Stevie's locker was on the top row and Ethan's was on the bottom. Other kids were running around yelling, pushing and generally swept up in pre-holiday spirit. Stevie had a handful of folders and a bunch of pens and pencils when he sensed it. He looked down. Ethan Tucker was kneeling on the floor staring straight up his shorts. Stevie liked to wear these particular shorts in the summer. They were elastic, loose-fitting, comfortable, and provided easy access to his equipment when required. Something needed more often these days and not just for peeing. He was also wearing his bikini briefs as underwear today because they made him feel sexy.
Then the eyes of the two boys met. In that instant they both knew. Here was a kid who understood. A soul-mate. A kindred spirit. Stevie still didn't know how he got the courage to say,
"You like boys, don't you?"
And Ethan had replied. "Yep, and so do you." This wasn't a question, and both boys knew it. Still Stevie nodded vigorously in the affirmative.
"You horny?" Stevie asked. He was, almost all the time these days.
"Yeah."
"So follow me." And Stevie led Ethan away from the 5th Grade area toward the Pre-K classrooms one floor below. The little kids had finished school the day earlier and he knew the place would be deserted.
They went into the little boys' room and entered the cubicle on the far right-hand side.
Stevie sat down on the toilet and, without any further, by-your-leave, pulled Ethan's pants and underpants down to the floor in one tug.
"I love your cock," said Stevie as he examined the very stiff penis inches from his face. It wasn't the biggest he had ever seen, but very respectable for a 10-year-old. Stevie guessed it was actually about the same size as his own and a little bigger than many of the 12-year-olds he had seen in the changing room at the pool in Bartlett or at the swimming hole in Indian Spring. It was circumcised, very straight and about 3 ½ inches long. Beautiful! Besides it was the cock of this handsome boy. It was super hard, and well big enough to be sucked, which he proceeded to do. He leaned forward, drew the head into his mouth and applied some suction and a few swirls of his tongue to get the action started. But then Stevie looked up into the eyes of the boy he was sucking and knew, without words, he had fast forwarded too far. He raised his head up equal with Ethan and began a passionate kiss. This was new to Stevie, but he caught on fast as intertwined tongues swapped saliva back and forth. They remained in a lip-lock embrace for several minutes, but soon the older boy bend back down and returned to his main goal and began to explore the very sensitive underside of his friend's cock. It was an incredible feeling that Ethan never wanted to end. But within seconds Stevie had swallowed the prick whole and his partner quickly reached the first of three orgasms that day. All dry, of course, as neither boy was capable of producing anything as yet. But it was obvious, this kid knew what he was doing as a second orgasm followed just a minute later.
(Ethan would learn in the weeks ahead that this slightly older boy had been sucking the 13-year-old cock of his oldest brother's best friend, Toby Sanders, for almost six months now. Both had been scared shitless that Sandy would find out one day, but so far they had got away with it. And after all, it had been Stevie's idea in the first place. He had spied on Toby getting a blow-job in the bushes at the swimming hole in Indian Spring one morning and insisted on being part of that action. Toby had been reluctant at first, as he felt it somehow betrayed his best friend. But after he had Stevie's lips on his cock that first time, there was no turning back. They had both loved it ever since. But now they were always very careful and only ever did it at Toby's house when Sandy wasn't about.)
After the second dry cum, Ethan was desperate to see the equipment of this handsome boy and tugged at the shorts and bikini briefs until they too ended up in a pile on the floor. He liked what he saw and was keen to do some sucking of his own. But he had to squeeze Stevie's arm hard to get him to change places. Eventually they did swap and the sex action in the Pre-K boy's bathroom continued for much longer than either realized. It was the most amazing time both boys had ever experienced.
By the time they got dressed, made themselves presentable, and returned to their own classroom, most of the other kids had already gone home.
"Where have you two been?" asked an angry Miss Garvin.
The two boys looked at each other barely able to suppress a giggle. Stevie replied with a smirk,
"Sorry, Miss. We were just playing around together and forgot about the time."
"Well, that's not good enough," said the teacher irritably.
"You'll both be in Middle School next year. Believe me, the teachers there won't stand for such shenanigans."
Both boys giggled. Each secretly felt that "shenanigans" was a fine word to describe what they did.
They hadn't talked since school ended. Both had wanted more of the things they had done on that last day, but were unsure how to take it further.
Then they had met again just a week ago. Now Stevie and his family were living back in Indian Spring such a meeting was inevitable. And there was that look again when they first saw each other. "Gaydar" was the word they would only learn much later in life.
The second meeting changed everything.
"My family has moved back to the Spring," said Stevie.
"I know," Ethan replied. "I was hoping..."
"Me too!"
They both smiled at each other.
"Let's go make more shenanigans," said Stevie and no more words were needed. They put their arms over the other's shoulder and walked off together to find a private place. It was that second time that they kissed, 69ed and decided they were boyfriends. Neither of them knew exactly what that meant, but some of the more precocious boys in their class claimed to have girlfriends. They didn't see any reason why they couldn't have a boyfriend. They knew they did much more sex stuff than any of those other kids did with girls, so why shouldn't they?
The next week was a whirlwind of activity for the young lovers. Ethan introduced Stevie to 13-year-old Jamie Benson, who everybody called Batboy. He owed Ethan sex because of some bet he lost and hardly seemed fazed in meeting Ethan's new "boyfriend." He sucked them both off and they returned the favor. And then there was a session with Jeremy Cantrell. He was fun, both the lovers agreed, but he hardly compared with Batboy, in the bat department. They tried visiting Tolley Mackey, but were told by his cousin, Eli Corbin, that Tolley couldn't come out to play until after next week. And Stevie's big friend, Toby Sanders was away until the 13th. But they had plans to meet Peter Ford later in the week. Then there were the sleepovers. Stevie had stayed at Ethan's place twice and they had slept together at the Jacobs' place once. Both boys preferred Ethan's house because he had his own room. Stevie had to share with his little brother Chass, who always insisted that they blow him before they were allowed to have sex together. And Chass had such a tiny boring dick.
Stevie Jacobs eventually drifted back to sleep thinking of his boyfriend and planning what they would do that day.
After a good breakfast that morning with the whole family, Sandy and Brad went out to find Kevin Mackey to learn more about the Choosing. Sean, Kevin's 12-year-old younger brother, and also on this year's List, decided to tag along as all four boys went out into the Tucker Wood to get some privacy. Bradley and Sean were on the same little league baseball team together and although not the best of friends up until that time, they did share many interests and a mutual respect. They had just never got around to hanging out together. But now all 12-year-old Mackey minds in Indian Spring were firmly focused on the imminent ceremony just 9 days away and old rivalries, disputes, or concerns were put aside.
At first there was considerable tension in the air between Bradley and Kevin. When Kevin was turned at the last Choosing, Brad had been one of several boys calling him names, dishing out a string of nasty epithets deriding his status and questioning his masculinity. Sandy could hardly blame Kevin for being pissed with his little brother. However, after a long and heart-felt apology from Bradley, who sounded genuinely contrite, things had settled down as both Jacobs brothers turned on their natural charm. Eventually Kevin was mollified sufficiently to at least start talking about the subject upmost on everyone's mind.
Sandy knew Kevin's younger brother, of course, but had never had much to do with the kid before. However, in an effort to get conversation going he asked Sean,
"I guess, like Brad, you must be in a near panic about the upcoming Choosing?"
"Yeah...Well," Sean answered, "I'm more dreading the check-marks I'll get. Sheldon Redd will be the M C of the Choosing Ceremony again this year. He's the bottom representative on the Junior Council and being a former community bottom himself doesn't like the idea of any kid getting away scot-free on the day. I saw him in action last time and he was giving out check marks left, right and center to the guys who had no chance of being selected as bottoms. So I'm way in the firing line this year and know, even if I do absolutely nothing wrong, I'm still gonna be forced to suck at least 2 or maybe 3 Mackey cocks."
"What makes you think you won't be picked as a bottom?" cut in Brad, ready to grasp at any straw.
"Cause of all the negative points I have, there's no way any guy is gonna waste their vote signing my back. That's why Sheldon will be loading on the check-marks."
"What do you mean negative points?" asked a somewhat confused Sandy.
Sean looked at the older boy as if he was an idiot. He assumed everybody knew his status.
"Well, you know I'm starting the day with minus 12 points?"
"What?" asked an angry sounding Brad. "How come you get minus points?"
Sean looked at his older brother Kevin, who just shrugged. So he explained,
"Well last year I went to the Choosing Ceremony as an 11 year-old. That's one minus point, but it puts you on the List for sure. Then I got another point off for signing Kevin's back after it was clear he was gonna get picked."
"You mean you fucked your brother?" asked an astonished Bradley.
"That would have been another point off me for this year if I had, but no, I didn't fuck him. I know some guys would, but that's just a little too weird for me. It was my brother Jason that said I should sign Kevin's back. He was really pissed by that time and it was clear Kevin was gonna get picked as one of the community bottoms. He thought his position on the Council would protect all his brothers. But even Kevin agreed that I should sign."
"Yep, by that stage it was clear Tanner Mackey and me were out-front leaders and that would only increase when the 11-year-olds started piling on during the last 10 minutes of voting. I had nothing to lose, so for Sean's sake, I told him to sign away."
"Doesn't signing a kid's back give you certain rights?" asked Sandy.
"Yep, guys that signed my back have priority in fucks and can queue jump, but Sean has never used those rights," said Kevin.
"That's right!" answered Sean. "And I never will. But Kevin has also promised me his bottom protection as well. That's a full 10 minus just there. So with a total of 12 negative points, there's no possible way I can get chosen as a bottom. Sheldon Redd knows that, as does everybody else. That's why he's gonna be out to get me with check-marks."
"What are these check-marks you keep talking about?" asked Bradley.
An exacerbated looking Sean went on to explain,
"Don't you guys know anything? The 12-year-olds can get check-marks on Choosing Day for a whole bunch of stuff. Misbehavior, talking-back, wriggling about, not moving fast enough, not answering questions properly and so on. And for each check you get you've gotta blow some other kid there in front of everyone. And not some little kid who can't cum. The guys you suck need to be cummers with lots of cum. If they let you pick and you select wrongly, they make you do it again. The check-marks are real embarrassing, but they're one-offs. You don't ever have to do it again."
After hearing all this for the first time Sandy was shocked at how little he knew about the Mackey rules and regulations. He also felt sick to his stomach with guilt that he had dropped his brother Bradley into the whole Mackey Choosing nightmare without the slightest idea of what was involved. He had heard rumors of the cock-sucking and the writing of names on potential bottoms' backs, but this level of detail was all new to him. And making him feel even guiltier was the fact he hadn't even tried to find out. Then there was learning how Kevin and Jason were trying to protect their younger brother as best they could. Up to this point Sandy knew he had done nothing but make Bradley's life worse. Sandy immediately became determined to change that situation fast and he felt frustrated for being in a rigged game where everyone knew the rules but him.
No one said anything for a while as the boys kept walking. When Sandy next became aware of his surroundings, he realized they had reached the padded bench area in the forest. Had he been leading the way and the others had just followed? Surely it was an accident to walk in this direction. Was it?
It was Sean who was the first to speak.
"So you guys gonna bonk or what? Brad and me want to watch, don't we?"
"I guess so," replied an uncertain Bradley. "You're real lucky to have such a great older brother."
Sandy looked at Kevin and smiled. "You want to show them?" he asked.
Kevin just walked up to his friend and grabbed the rapidly hardening cock through the shorts of the slightly taller boy. When Sandy returned the favor, Kevin looked up in surprise only to find his head being pushed towards a slightly open mouth. The invitation was clear. Their lips met, then parted, then tongues intertwined and explored.
"Oh fuck!" exclaimed a startled Sean. "They're kissing. Actually kissing... I mean Frenching! Never seen that before. Jesus, you guys are total...!"
But he never finished the thought as a hard punch from Brad landed on his right bicep and he was dragged over to the visitor's bench to watch the show.
As the kissing became more passionate both older boys began a mutual cock and ass fondling and a slow strip as clothes were unbuttoned and removed. Bradley and Sean just looked on in stunned silence from the safety of the bench less than 10 feet away. Although he never went out of his way to watch, Sean had seen his brother fucked many times. On Choosing Day itself, last year, Sean had witnessed the "deflowering" as Kevin was screwed by a succession of four different cousins with hardly any break between each encounter. And because the two boys shared a room, he had on occasion walked in on his brother and another boy hard at it. But on all those times he had never seen kissing. Guys didn't do that! That was... Wow! He knew his brother well enough to know the kid would be in heaven.
When both boys were completely naked the intertwined bodies somehow stretched out on to the padded table and the kissing and groping continued. Brad felt completely weirded-out watching his brother now. Of course, they had often seen each other naked, but nothing like this. He had asked to see Sandy fuck another boy last night, but... today, Brad felt guilty watching! This should have been a private thing. Mutual sex given freely by both boys. Not what Bradley had expected at all.
Then something more unbelievable happened. Sandy took Kevin's cock into his mouth and began a slow gentle suck. The bottom boy had been happy just to lie there and kiss or let the other kid stroke his lower belly, but had now been suddenly catapulted into a new territory of sexual bliss - something he had never experienced before. Of course, in his fantasies, alone in bed at night, Kevin had dreamed of one of the tops doing this, but the cold light of day always told him such things were impossible. No "normal" boy would willingly suck another kid without some sort of force or coercion. And there had been no preliminaries, no exploratory licks or kisses in the immediate area, nothing to give the game away, or to give him a clue of what was about to happen. Certainly, there was no hesitation on Sandy's part. He was now sucking hard and putting all his energy into the act. And what he lacked in experience, he made up for with enthusiasm. But the occasional scrape of teeth made it clear this was the dirty blond kid's first time. Kevin was overcome by a feeling of utter contentment. Stunned into inaction. He could do nothing but suck in air. Sandy's lips slid slowly down the shaft of the gay boy's penis, while his tongue followed close behind, swirling around and spreading saliva. His chin bumped against Kevin's testicles, pressing them down and out of the way and he didn't stop until his lips were at the base of the penis and it was entirely contained in his mouth. It was all the way inside and it felt hot and slippery. Kevin prayed that this day would never end. The countless hours of unrequited fantasy were coming true at last.
Sandy's thoughts were more practical in nature. He quickly concluded that Kevin possessed the perfect package for any partner new to cock-sucking. Like training wheels on a bike, he thought! When erect, Kevin had a straight, handsome, circumcised 4 ½ inch penis which was reasonably thin (he guess a circumference not more than about 2 ½ to 3 inches) There was a decent bush of pubic hair around the base, but nothing on the balls or the cock itself. And Kevin's cock was clean and appeared to produce very little precum as yet. Within 3 minutes of sucking his first cock Sandy realized how unpleasant it was to have another kid's pubic hairs floating around in your mouth and throat. He couldn't understand those gay queens who always wanted huge, fat hairy dicks. What were you supposed to do with a nine-incher? It would be incredibly painful to stick up your ass and you could obviously never get it all in your mouth. No, Kevin's equipment was the perfect Goldilocks size – not too big and not too small, and topped off by two large pigeon-egg sized balls that were capable of producing cum, but not in too much abundance and certainly not as thick or tart as his own. Sandy was circumcised too like most boys in rural America, but his cock was longer at just over 5 inches when hard, thicker, hairier, produced more precum and a much thicker payload when done. Sandy was actually happier sucking Kevin's pretty petite cock than his own larger weapon, if that was even possible.
Kevin's fingers felt along the root of Sandy's cock and settled over his larger testicles, squeezing them gently while the other boy's head began to bob up and down. All of his thoughts were concentrated on a single thing. "Sandy Jacobs is sucking my cock. He's actually sucking it." Up and down. The dirty blond boy bobbed his head, never very fast, always a gentle rhythmic motion as if understanding just how much stimulation Kevin could take before he lost his mind or passed out. Sandy used his lips, his cheeks, his tongue, his entire mouth to give the most incredible feeling that a boy could ever have. He suctioned the cock, sucking his cheeks in, using his teeth carefully now to scrape ever so lightly at the junction of the glans and shaft, something he had learned from Kevin himself. And then Sandy spent long wonderful minutes nibbling on the most sensitive part of Kevin's body and the gay boy was in ecstasy. His tongue poked at a slit that was far too tiny to admit anything within. His silky long hair brushed by Kevin's lower belly again and again, tickling, but not at all unpleasant. He turned his head this way and that, always keeping part of the cock between his lips. His nose kept poking like his fingers into the other boy's testicles, nuzzling the moist loose skin. Then, he went still.
Sandy wasn't operating with any plan in mind. Completely overwhelmed by all that had happened over the past weeks, he was making it up as he went along. He thought of what he was doing with Kevin as just helping out another in need. No different to making sandwiches for a guest, he justified. Sex, like eating, was something he understood was what every kid needed sometimes. It was no big deal. And today, he had forced the normal cultural mores of what boys do out of his brain and was acting on some primordial instinct that had suddenly emerged. The kissing and blow job was happening because he knew Kevin wanted it and Sandy needed to give some outward physical demonstration of his affection for the kid - this boy who had given so much of himself recently. In a deeper part of his mind, he understood he might regret this one day. But not now, not today.
"Don't stop. Please don't stop," moaned Kevin.
Then with a barely discernable hand gesture the boys moved into a 69 position, on their sides, each facing the other's straining erection and both cocks quickly disappeared into willing mouths. In only seconds the increasingly frantic lunges from Kevin indicated that the end for him was near. He twitched, writhed, and was grunting loudly. Sandy kneaded the other boy's testicles relentlessly, just as Kevin was doing to him. Sandy knew his friend was close. Oh so close, to getting the feeling that all males strive for once they know that it exists. He could sense it building inside the other boy. It was making his body jerk erratically and become tense. His penis grew even harder, impossibly so. In the deepest part of his brain Sandy understood what was about to happen. He could have pulled away. He knew he should, but... Without warning, Kevin's body arched forward, pushing Sandy's head with it, pulling it down forcefully with his hands, ramming inside. Between his lips Sandy could feel the cock pulsing and jerking as Kevin strained up against him. Only then, did he notice the strange taste, strong, tangy, and salty. Sandy gagged at the first taste of shooting seed and knew he should spit, but understood that would insult the other boy. Today he was determined not to do that. Kevin had sucked him off several times already and treated it as part of their foreplay, but the dirty blonde understood that giving blow-jobs was definitely not part of a `normal' bottom's duties. He now felt overwhelmed by a need to please his friend. Was that love?
Then the torrent started, almost overpowering Sandy's expectations of what might happen. The flow came in waves – one, two, three and four and seemed to never end. The taste was acidic, nasty and unpleasant and Sandy couldn't understand why the other boy appeared to enjoy the flavor so much. But get through this he would and Sandy thought back to the time, a few years ago now, when he had been forced to eat a worm after losing a bet with some other kid. He had survived that too. So he swallowed hard - five or six times and the stuff was gone, but he knew the tang in his mouth would linger. He concluded, then and there, he would start carrying around bubblegum or tic-tacs for when he did this again. Was he losing his grip on reality? Did he just make plans to do this again?
Kevin had crumpled exhausted back on the table. His now very sensitive penis had slipped from Sandy's lips shortly after all the cum had been swallowed. The dirty blond boy knew from first hand experience how sensitive a cock could become after getting blown. So he waited several minutes for his friend to regained some composure. But then, without warning he suddenly smacked the other boy's bottom loudly and said,
"Bend over the table in my favorite position. It's time to pay the piper," and he giggled loudly at his own deliberate blowjob reference.
As the dark haired boy moved quickly around to the required position, Sandy looked down at the nice plump ass before him. Until a few weeks ago he had never actually looked at a boys butt before, but now he had to admit that he liked what he saw. His dick got even harder, if that was possible, and it looked as though it was raising up more than its normal 45 degrees. This view was addictive he realized. A nice smooth boy's ass, the kid bent over at the waist just for him, legs spread slightly apart, and the crack open just enough to reveal the temptation within. And it was all right here being offered with no strings attached. The image stirred his loins and his ego. What could be better? A girl? He couldn't even imagine one allowing him to do this.
Sandy stepped forward and put his hands on his friend's bottom. Even the feel of boyass was intoxicating and addictive he now realized. Sandy spent several moments just running his hands over Kevin's backside, squeezing the cheeks and parting them for peeks in between where rested the darker hole. He could see the hairless balls resting below, in a lightly loose but already crinkling scrotum.
Sandy carried a tube of KY jelly around with him all the time these days. He was a firm believer in the old Boy Scout motto of always being prepared. So he fished it out from the pocket of his shorts that had been dropped on the ground when they stripped. He applied a generous portion of the soft scented jell to his raging erection. Then another two finger dollop to the anal entrance presented before him. He inserted one finger slowly, being careful to avoid scratching the skin of the other boy with his fingernail. After several minutes of in-out motion, his middle finger joined the other and continued the anal massage. Kevin groaned softly in satisfaction. Until now, Sandy had always asked the bottoms to lube themselves, but after what he had already done today, it seemed petty and ridiculous to continue the farcical pretense of male machismo and not touching another boy's ass, especially considering what he was about to do.
Then Kevin felt the cool lotioned head press at his rear entrance and start to apply pressure.
"Ohh! Ohh!" Kevin sighed as he felt his anal ring suddenly stretch out and swoop over the widest point of Sandy's five-inch penis and helmeted dickhead. The stretching that had caused such searing pain when he first began his duties as a Mackey bottom was a thing of the past now. Kevin had long ago learned to expect the unbelievable pleasure he got as another boy's cock stimulated his prostate gland and he groaned in pleasure in anticipation of that experience being renewed again today.
Sandy stood behind the kneeling boy with just his cockhead imbedded. Then he grabbed one of Kevin's asscheeks and began a gentle massage. He was in no hurry. He understood his partner enjoyed this part - the tenderness of two boys connected together in this most intimate of ways. Rather than that freaking him out, as it might of done just one month ago, Sandy now felt a good deal of satisfaction at meeting the needs of his lover. For that's what Kevin was - at least for now. Sandy knew this would not be a long term thing, but he was also learning how to treat others when he did meet that special girl. Just practice, he told himself, like the training wheels on a bike. Was that a metaphor or a simile. He should know that stuff as they had learned it in school last semester.
Kevin groaned loudly in satisfaction as Sandy started pushing the rest of his 5 inches inside smoothly and all in one slow push.
"Goo, goo, go..." moaned Kevin aloud as he began sucking air in on each withdrawal of three-inches and blowing out with the inward motions. Meanwhile, grunts and groans of pleasure emanated from both boys, becoming the expected normal background soundtrack to this little scene, like 13-year cicadas in a forest on a hot summer day. Loud and persistent! Sandy only gradually increased the pace, but suddenly stopped to allow Kevin time to appreciate what was about to come. What followed was a series of slow, forceful, deep strokes in rapid succession – all the way in as far as his cock would go, and almost all the way out. Long-dicking, Kevin had called it. The gay boy loved this feeling, but Sandy couldn't keep it up for long. He needed his own fix. And so he began a rapid, almost frantic, in-out succession of thrusts, about one every second and the steady loud unrelenting slap, slap, slap of thigh to buttocks was heard by everyone in the clearing. Within minutes, Sandy was sweating profusely, but never slowed his pace. Kevin could only groan in ecstasy. The steady motion was sending all kinds of pleasure signals up along his anal canal, through his intestines, down his dick, and up to his brain. He adored the sensation of this handsome boy's cock inside him.
Then as nirvana was sighted on the horizon, Sandy slowed again to the forceful deep hard thrusts where he had started the ass-action that day. He groaned loudly as he bottomed each slam, drowning Kevin's own whimpers of pleasure. "Ahh, err, Ahh, err, Ahh, err, Ahh, err, shit..." yelled the boys in turn.
The orgasm was not long in coming, and with three last powerful thrusts, Sandy collapsed, spent, exhausted, but totally happy on top of Kevin, unable to keep himself upright. Both boys were gasping for breath, as if they had just ran marathons, and neither moved for several minutes. Kevin actually enjoyed the weight and closeness of the boy on top and didn't want to move. But after a short time his body betrayed him and his anal muscles slowly expelled Sandy's softening cock with a loud plop. So he rushed to the small bag he always carried and pulled out a much used large cloth to dab at the viscous clear cum that leaked slowly from his rear passage. For Sandy, several minutes would pass before he returned to his senses. He looked about vaguely, not registering anything around him.
"Jesus Christ!" yelled Sean when the two older boys started moving about. "That was the most amazing thing I ever saw. You guys almost made me wish I was gay."
Brad and Sean looked guilty as they pulled up their shorts and underwear to make themselves presentable. Kevin noticed the wet patch all over his brother's right hand. Brad had actually faired much worse and shot a clear line of cum right up along the middle of his shirt. It wasn't much, but it was clear what had happened.
Kevin mouthed, "What-the-fuck" to his brother, but the younger boy just shrugged and said quietly, "Sorry, we couldn't help it."
"Err, yeah, err, thanks for letting us watch," said a completely flustered Bradley, trying to wipe the small amount of cum off his tee-shirt with a tissue.
Sandy had noticed the exchange and after a few minutes of recovery time, felt the need to explain,
"I know what you guys just witnessed was pretty weird, even by Indian Spring standards. But last night while jerking off in bed, I thought of Kevin here and not Samantha Green from school as I usually do. I don't think I'm turning gay. I have no interest in other boys. Even when I did the other two bottoms, they were just holes to fuck. I thought about girls while doing them. But I don't know, Kevin - with you it's different. I want our, I don't know the right word – relationship? - to be on a more equal footing. That's why I gave you the blow job. That's why we kissed. I knew you wanted it. But strangely, so did I. Three weeks ago, the very idea of kissing another boy would have made me puke. But it seems natural with you now. I'm not promising true love forever or anything like that. But just now – at this time in my life I'm getting pleasure by giving it to you. Is that weird for a kid who doesn't think he's gay? Yeah, but...I don't know what else to do. Well, actually I do. A third thing we should be doing. Well it might take a few days to build up to it. Give me some time, but I'll let you fuck me if you like. Fairs fair – fuck for fuck. Well in a few days. I've started using mom's hand cream and sticking fingers up my bum-hole. Two fingers still hurt a lot, but..."
Kevin was stunned. "I don't know what to say. None of the other tops have ever ... And Sandy you're so cute. In my wildest dreams, I never thought... Will you really let me fuck you?"
"Yes, I said I would. But be a little patient."
"Why, I mean why will you let me fuck you? You don't have to. Under Mackey rules Community Bottoms are to be used when needed. You certainly don't have to do the same back. That's completely unheard of."
"I know that. But fuck Mackey rules. The Mackeys have too many rules. This is between you and me."
Brad cut into the conversation, "So I guess you guys are boyfriends then. Maybe you should get a room!" The older boys had forgotten that the other two were still watching.
"Oh shit, shit, shit!" said a now distressed Kevin.
"Just ignore Brad. He's only trying to make a dumb joke," said Sandy giggling.
"It's not that. This will probably bring a shit load of pain down on me, and I need a promise from you guys to never repeat what I'm about to say. I'm deadly serious. Real bad things will happen to me, and probably, well definitely, you guys as well, if this ever gets out. Do you promise? You gotta swear never to repeat this."
The other three boys realized Kevin was not joking and their faces displayed serious concern.
"I swear," each boy whispered in turn as if speaking loudly would be overheard.
"Pinky swear!" said Bradley and all four boys clasp little fingers in the solemn binding childhood ceremony.
"If this is a day for honesty, I gotta tell you something Sandy, that you're really gonna hate. You've got no understanding of the extent that politics play in the interactions between the Mackeys. I don't mean Republican and Democrat politics. I'm talking of factions, sub-factions, and separate groups of our clan being almost at war with each other. Deep versus the very Deep Mackeys. Near Springers versus everyone else. Those with the stills against those who grow pot. The different blocks and offshoots are almost endless. You stepped into a viper's nest the day your family moved back to Indian Spring."
Kevin looked up hoping the others would understand. They didn't.
"But what's that got to do with us? We're just kids," asked Sandy in frustration.
"Simple," continued Kevin.
"You were being set up from the very beginning by Darrell and Hiram. If you are a Mackey, which you are, if you're over twelve and never been in a Choosing, which you haven't, then you need an official exemption from the Youth Council before you can take up any Mackey privileges. You don't have an official exemption do you?
"No!" replied a near panicked Sandy. "I don't think so... "
"You would know if you did."
"What privileges are you talking about?" asked a terrified Sandy, already fearing the answer.
"Privileges like calling yourself a Mackey to get family rights, using the bottoms, or attending a Choosing. You haven't gone to a Choosing yet, but you've already broken a shit-load of Mackey rules. Darrell and Hiram's plan is to get you at the ceremony and then bend you over with the rest of the 12-year-olds."
"What? That's crazy! I thought once you turned thirteen, you were safe?" said Sandy as all color drained from his face.
"Thirteen has got nothing to do with anything. A Mackey can be bottomed at any age up to 16 if he breaks an important enough rule. That's how they keep us kids in check. A real serious threat for most guys. And you broke a doozy of a rule every time you screwed me or one of the other bottoms."
"But Darrell and Hiram gave me permission," protested Sandy.
"Did they? Did they say, `You now have official approval to fuck the Mackey bottoms?"
"No, not exactly like that."
"Well, they would deny it even if they did. You need the official exemption before any Mackey rights can be granted. You get that from the full Council."
"I knew I shouldn't have trusted those turds, Darrell and Hiram," screamed Sandy as his fear turned to anger. "I had a bad feeling about them from the beginning. I just didn't think... I was thinking with my cock and not my head."
"You went to see my older brother Jason first, right? He's on the Council. What did he tell you?"
"He said no, and when I pushed him further he asked whether I wanted Toby Sanders, him or a few other boys up my ass first. So I backed off. But then I went to see Darrell and Hiram. They said no at first too, but then I mentioned Kelson Mackey who also skipped the Choosing I heard. They said it wasn't his fault."
"Yeah, that's right. He was in hospital on the 15th that year having his appendix taken out. He got the exemption for that," shot back Kevin.
"Fuck," swore a highly animated Sandy.
"Sorry Brad, I'm a real ass-hole, but you deserve to know the full truth." Sandy hesitated before continuing.
"They told me that Kelson had supplied his younger brother Ronald for the Choosing and said if I got you involved they would give me access to the Mackey bottoms."
"I agreed to try. Sorry Brad. You can punch me later if you like. Real hard. I won't fight back. But I never thought Mom and Dad would go for it anyway. But they did."
"Of course they did," said Kevin as if the answer was obvious.
"Elijah Mackey or one of the others would have spoken to them about the importance of the Mackey traditions. Why do you think you moved back into Indian Spring? Your folks stand to make a lot of money on your new house if Elijah gets his way and defeats Hal Tuckers group."
"So Darrell and Hiram support Kelley Tucker's dad?"
"No, the exact opposite in fact," said Kevin. "They're both so far up Elijah's ass, I don't think they've seen daylight for months. No, they are just mean, vindictive bastards who enjoy seeing other boys bottomed. You should have backed off after Jason's warning, but you didn't. So you opened yourself up to one of their nastier schemes."
"But then you turned up? I mean at Darrell's house. They even said we could use David's bedroom."
"I thought you were cute. I've had a crush on you for ages. They just asked me if I was interested and I said yes."
"What about the other two bottoms?"
"Promised first dibs in your ass at the Choosing."
"Shit! Oh, shit! So when were you going to tell me this?"
"I wasn't. I was threatened with the most severe penalties Mackey rules allow, if I told you."
"I've heard people say we're playing by Mackey rules. What's that even mean?" asked Brad cutting into the conversation. He was still totally pissed at his brother but understood he needed this background briefing as much as his pathetic older sibling.
"It means it helps if you know the difference between appearing to do something and respecting somebody by not doing anything."
"I don't understand," said Sandy looking afraid and puzzled. He stared at his brother who just shrugged.
"Yeah, what does that even mean?" Brad asked.
"Basically, Mackey rules mean that you do what you said you would, or are required to do under an obligation to the clan."
"Like being a community bottom," Bradley cut in.
"Right!" continued Kevin. "But more than just do it. You have to do it happily and without argument – even with enthusiasm, even though you probably hate it. If you don't, they start imposing penalties which are enforced by the bigger kids on the Council. Physically if needed. Believe me, the penalties are always far worse than what you had to do in the first place. I remember one kid lost a bet where he had agreed to give a blow-job to the winner. When he refused, the Council made him blow five 15-year-olds, drink their cum, and then ask each one to fuck him. And even after all that he had to go back to the original kid he made the stupid bet with, and say he was sorry. Then he had to offer him as many free blow-jobs as he wanted over the next 6 months. My advice. Don't piss-off any Mackeys. But by telling you this I have broken a direct order from the full council. So I hate to think what penalties I'll get. I'm already a bottom."
"Brad and I were born as Mackeys, but how are we ever supposed to learn all these rules. Nobody told us nothing. How are we supposed to know?"
"You learn the rules after you've gone through a Choosing," said Kevin. "Not before. In fact Mackey's are forbidden to talk to non-Mackeys about the rules. That's why I'm in deep shit too. You are both Mackeys but you're not."
"That doesn't make sense," said Bradley.
"Well you can be born a Mackey, but you're not an official one until you've gone through a Choosing Ceremony, or have the exemption."
"Don't worry Sandy, you're not the first kid to fall into this trap. In fact Eli Corbin is setting up his own cousin Matthew Corbin this year. Just like the Jacobs, the Corbins and many others are Mackeys even if they don't have the Mackey surname. Matty is 12 and Eli has promised him a show of naked boys, and loads of sucking and fucking. Problem is, the poor kid doesn't know he's gonna be part of the show – not a spectator. There is also a bunch of shit flowing around Kelley Tucker at the moment. Real secret stuff. I don't know the details, but some powerful people are trying to get him or his little brother turned into bottoms. To get back at his dad, I think, but I've got no idea why?"
"I know Tucker. A year below us, but he's okay," said a very pale looking Sandy ready to grasp at any distraction from the devastating news he had just heard.
"Yes," cut in Brad and Sean together. "Kelley's in our grade," continued Brad. "I didn't know he's a Mackey."
"Oh shit. Stop talking about Tucker. Please forget I ever mentioned him. That's worse than telling you about the Choosing. More secret. People are just pissed at Sandy for breaking the rules. But there is real politics behind the Tucker thing. I reckon they'd cut my balls off for mentioning that. Not literally, but my life wouldn't be worth living. So please, please never mention me and Kelley Tucker in the same sentence ever again. Okay?"
Both Sandy and Brad looked shocked, but agreed.
"So if I go to the Choosing like I promised Brad and don't complain, but strip and bend over. It's 9 days away now. What happens then?
"I heard my brother discussing it with a few of the other members of the Council last night. The official name for what you did taking Mackey privileges you weren't entitled to is called a `trespass' and they're pretty serious about it. Remember the over 100 kids there will have all been through the ceremony, are going through it this year like your brother, or will be doing it next year like all the eleven year olds. These are the kids who'll be voting on you and they hate people who cheat the system. So..."
"So!" repeated Sandy in exacerbation. "What?"
"I was listening on the stairs as they talked about you last night, as I said. It was not an official meeting, but there were four Council members there planning the upcoming Choosing. Anyway, all of them are convinced that you will end up as one of this year's community bottoms. You start the day with 5 positive points because you skipped the Choosing Ceremony last year. That's the rule. Then all the kids that hate rule breakers will be lining up to sign your back so they get to be the first to pound your ass. That establishes ownership. Besides, you're as cute as all hell, and Sheldon Redd reckons you will easily break the 25 positive signatures minimum for both the ass and mouth package. They were trying to decide whether they could get away with giving you three owners for each. Three guys will own your mouth and can tell you when and to whom to suck and another three will own your ass and they get to decide which guys get to fuck you in what order. Of course your 6 owners have no restrictions whatsoever on your use. There's three bottoms guaranteed now and maybe a fourth if the List keeps expanding as it currently is. Apart from you, they said David Mackey is a dead cert and third place is a toss-up between Brad here, or Tolly or Seth Mackey. Or maybe even Chris Corbin. But you are definitely the front runner."
"Fucking hell!" exclaimed Sandy. "What's all this ownership crap?"
"Well, some bottoms have a kid who owns their ass. He sort of acts like an official manager. If a Mackey wants a fuck he goes to the owner and says, can I have Sandy for an hour on Thursday at 4:00 PM? The owner is supposed to keep an appointment book and make sure you don't get more than the official maximum of 4 fucks per day. But the bottom's owner is not included in that total. He gets to screw you as many times as he wants and then you've got to do the 4 other guys on top of that. It would be the same with the blow-jobs. But I've never heard of a bottom with 3 owners before. It's normally just one, but there have been cases long ago in the past with 2, but never 3. Jason said he doubts whether Raymond Mackey – he's the Council president – would allow it. You'd be getting fucked at least 7 times per day and have to give a similar number of blow-jobs."
"The problem is," said Kevin continuing, "you've pissed-off a lot of the Council. My brother Jason wants you punished because he warned you off, but you ignored him. Paul Hardin wants you punished for screwing his brother in public. He had an agreement with the Council against public fuckings for Tim."
"What?" exclaimed Sandy in a voice indicating he might cry at any second. "They had an agreement?"
"Yeah. Paul Hardin used his influence on the Council to get a special deal for his brother. After Choosing Day in 1993, Tim would still have to complete all his normal bottom obligations, but he was guaranteed no more public fuckings. But now they know about you doing him all those times on the bench. That's why Paul is so pissed. He's normally one of the saner Council members," said Kevin looking at Sandy with a slight smirk. There was a little jealousy there that Sandy could sense as well. But Kevin must have detected what Sandy guessed and went on,
"Sheldon Redd, who's the bottom representative on the Council, is pissed because you used the bottoms without permission, and Darrell and Hiram are just happy to see one of their nasty schemes achieve success. Now they are pushing for 4 bottoms this year to make sure Brad is included for some brother on brother comparison. Apparently it's been over 25 years since we've had 2 bottoms from the same family at the same time."
Sandy had turned an even more nauseating shade of white and looked like he may faint. He was unable to respond. Surely this could not be happening?
"So do you have an owner?" asked an also highly stressed looking Bradley.
"Me, no! Most bottoms don't. They are responsible for their own actions and as long as they do a minimum of 2 or 3 fucks per day and no one complains, they're allowed to run things as they see fit. We have a normal limit of 4 fucks per day, and we can put guys off for another time once we reach that maximum. But you need to have your facts straight if you are ever challenged. Get caught cheating and they'll increase your daily quota to 5. Bottoms that end up with owners are those considered not responsible enough or might cheat the system and not sufficiently fulfill their proper community obligations. Or sometimes they just want to punish a kid, or the owner has power and influence with the Council. Of course the owners love it, because they have access 24 hours per day, 7 days a week and can arrange fuck parties for their buddies and so on."
"So do the bottoms get to pick who owns them?" asked Brad. "I mean, maybe Sandy could pick you or his other friends Toby Sanders or Kelson Mackey? If I get picked, I would trust them."
"No! Bottoms never get to pick their owners, unless they have some prior claim like they were bottomed already," replied Kevin. But if Sandy is selected, Brad your chances of being a bottom are remote. And if by any chance you do get picked, it's most unlikely you would be owned. As far as I can see, you haven't pissed off anybody as yet."
"Well, that's something!" exclaimed Brad.
Eventually, Sandy was able to croak out,
"So let me check if I've got this right? If I get over 25 positive signatures on my back and I get selected as one of the bottoms this year, then three Mackeys will own my mouth and another three would own my ass and they could fuck me or make me blow them 5 or more times a day if they liked. That would be 15 fucks and 15 blow-jobs just there. Then I'd have to get fucked or blow another 4 regular Mackeys each day. That would be 38 times I'd have sex on one day. No fucking way. I suspect the best whore in Vegas wouldn't get that many customers. No possible way! My parents would never allow it. I'll ask them to send me to live with my aunt in Chicago before that happens."
"Well, they were just talking," said Kevin. "And as my Dad says, `Raymond Mackey normally takes on the role of the adult in the room,' and he is most unlikely to allow such an arrangement. I was just making the point that you have pissed-off some powerful people and you shouldn't expect too much sympathy.
"Jesus! Oh, fucking hell! So what if I just don't turn up at the Choosing?"
"One. They'll guess I told you and that's a lot of pain for me. Two. They'll take it out on your brother. Lots of checkmarks and active promotion of Bradley's ass. Three. That won't save you in any case. You'll be grabbed one day and brought before the Council and you'll be made a bottom for sure. Probably for the maximum time of three years as well if you make them chase you. And I'm pretty sure you would end up with 2 owners in that case.
"Shit, shit, shit! Okay, I promise I won't make you or Brad suffer for my stupidity. So what can I do?"
"My advice is get some candles and start widening your ass-hole. You'll be taking a lot of cocks up there before too long."
"Shit, shit, shit," repeated Sandy again for the umpteenth time, but this only resulted in smirks from Sean and Brad who already knew they were on the Choosing List, irrevocably, and seemed happy for Sandy to share their pain.
"I really, truly hate this," grumbled Sandy piteously. "I will hate every minute of it. But I've only got myself to blame. I know that! Sorry to get you involved in all this Brad. You still get to beat me up."
"I wouldn't worry about that if I was you," cut in Kevin. "Brad was on the list as soon as your family moved back into Indian Spring. None of you knew it, but there it is. Darrell and Hiram were playing games with you Sandy, just like Uncle Elijah is playing with his business deals. I know it's mainly him who hates the Tuckers. And I doubt whether Darrell and Hiram will get their wish for some brother on brother stuff. Your dad's an ally of Elijah Mackey, so they won't want to piss him off too much. So what they are planning for you Sandy might actually end up protecting Brad. No guarantee of course."
"Thanks Kevin. At least that makes me feel a little better. So here's what we do. Both Brad and I say nothing about today. That protects you, right?"
"Yes."
"If, err when, they make me a bottom, does that protect Brad?"
"Probably. Not 100% sure. As I said, they normally don't pick two kids from the same family, but Darrell and Hiram are pushing for it. Besides, he is cute. You both are. Kids will be lined up around Old Knot waiting to sign both your backs. But my best guess is that Raymond Mackey will say no."
"Shit! Cut that crap out, Kevin. Neither of us need to hear that shit about being cute. You're enjoying this you little turd, aren't you? Well be careful, you might not get another blow-job if you're too cheeky." At least all the boys were able to smile at this, if not laugh out loud.
"I'm gonna hate this, but I don't see any alternative. Unless we think of something else in the next 9-days, that's what I do."
Looking at his younger brother, Sandy continued, "Brad, I really did intend to use you if you became a bottom. Sorry about that, but I get so horny these days. Anyway, I guess... No, guess is not right. I promise I won't complain if you do the same, if, or when I get picked."
The brothers exchanged glances. One seeking forgiveness and the other showing anger and disappointment.
Then looking towards his friend, Sandy said, "Kevin, you and me are gonna make up a timetable of lessons for me in getting fucked. I have a nasty feeling a bunch of boy cocks will be traveling that way very soon. Brad do you want to join the practice with a candle, or just take the risk? You decide. But none of us will ever say anything about today. Right? Are we all agreed on that at least? We all have too much to lose."
"One last thing though about the Choosing. This is real important. I'm very worried about David Mackey. We need to do something to help that kid."
"What? Why?" asked a surprised Bradley.
"Remember I spoke to him at your birthday party? Well, we talked for a long time and I know David has all sorts of issues. I'm just scared he might do something."
"Like what?" asked Sean.
"He's ignored by his parents, has an ass-hole of a brother, he's bullied by almost every kid he meets, and he lives in his own little fantasy world in which the only thing he loves is guns. His dad's got lots of them. He told me the pleasure he gets from hunting and carving up the dead animals. He even told me how he deliberately shot a neighbor's cat one day as target practice, but then had to drag the thing into the forest so he wouldn't get caught. I'm worried that David is the sort of kid who might walk into a cafeteria one day and shoot up a whole bunch of people. (Sandy is referring to the 1991 Luby's Cafeteria mass shooting). Or if pushed enough, he could do it on the 15th. You guys are totally stressed dealing with it and you've got others to talk to. As far as I can see David has no one. Maybe we can't do much about what happens to him at the Choosing, but I'm sure he could use some friends about now." And he looked pointedly at Sean and his own younger brother.
"You mean us," said a slightly disgusted Bradley. "But do you really think David might... you know..."
"Yes, he might. But I'm only guessing. And yes, I mean you two. But I also want to talk to Tolley, Seth, and Chris Corbin and any of the other kids on the line we can find. I want David to suddenly discover he has a whole bunch of new best-friends."
The truth was that Sandy sometimes possessed an innate ability to look deep into the souls of those he met and quickly understand their true nature and greatest fears. This was especially true when those emotions were powerful and close to the surface. That was partly why sexual activity with Kevin had developed today as it did. At some level he understood his friend's deep desire for a boyfriend and Sandy felt a compelling need to satisfy at least some of those needs. These were emotions he never felt with the other bottoms. He only ever sensed resignation or boredom from Tanner Mackey and resentment and the need for revenge from Tim Hardin. But his empathic ability was often overwhelmed these days by sexual desire. With Darrell and Hiram he knew they were being dishonest, but his cock had ruled his brain that day. And like most people, he often missed everyday lies and deceit, but those secret primordial sentiments, people went out of their way to hide, were often obvious to him. The trouble was he sometimes demonstrated a mean streak and would cruelly exploit the vulnerabilities he saw. For example, fucking Tim Hardin on the bench in Tucker Wood after he became aware of the kid's paranoia of public sex. What a real turn-on it was for Sandy to combine sex and another person's weaknesses to dominate an older boy. He mentally justified his actions by assuring himself that he was helping others overcome irrational phobias. But he also understood that was a poor and much overused excuse, so usually his own fear of potential guilt moderated his behavior. But what he saw with David had nothing to do with any of that. Those emotions of hatred and loathing were things he had never experienced before.
"What makes you think those other guys will even listen? David's a total dweeb," said Brad.
"Nothing. I will appeal to the better angels of their nature. Shakespeare said that, I think. Or was it Abraham Lincoln? It doesn't matter. Anyway, if that doesn't fly, I'll lay a guilt trip on them. That always works for Mom and Dad. I could always threaten to beat em up."
Everyone laughed at that, but Sandy continued,
"I'm serious!. If me, you two, Tolley, Seth, or any of those other guys gets chosen, we're really gonna hate it, but we'll survive. Looking into David's eyes at your party last month I saw something that freaked me out. There was clear depression, despair, and loneliness – like he was ready to jump off a bridge somewhere. But there was something else far worse. When he started telling me about his guns, or his dad's guns, but he uses them, I knew what he was thinking... I think! I don't know for sure, but I'm 100 percent certain we shouldn't allow David Mackey to get too pissed-off."
After spending several seconds looking around at the other boys, Sandy continued, "I guess kids living in the Mackey lands need to grow up fast. We are all facing a potentially life altering event in 9 days time. Let's just make sure we all get through it in one piece. So yes, David will have a bunch of new best friends, or I will whoop every 12-year-old boy butt in Indian Spring. What amazes me is how the Council could allow this to go on. Their job should be looking after the kids in the community, not engaging in the petty turf-wars they seem fixated on."
"I've got an idea," said Brad suddenly.
"What if we invite all the boys on the List to a sleep-over at our place?"
"Great idea. I'm sure every kid is as nervous as hell and will appreciate the chance to talk freely about the fear of what will happen. You can give them advice from a bottom's perspective," said Sandy looking at Kevin.
"Some of them will have been to a Choosing as 11-year-olds and will know what's happening, but others won't." explained Sean.
"We can use the basement," put in Bradley. "We can bring mattresses and cushions down and lay sleeping bags around the floor. I know most of their phone numbers and I can ring the ones we don't see today. We're gonna run out of time real fast. What will Mom and Dad say?"
"Leave them to me," responded Sandy. "They are not exactly innocent in all this. But the basement is perfect. We can lock the door down there and keep out unwanted visitors - Stevie and Chass?"
"You're crazy!" exclaimed Bradley. "You really think you're gonna be able to keep those two out of something like this?"
"I guess not," replied the older boy. "It's just that I'm worried because the main entertainment of the night is gonna be watching Kevin break in his new bottom – me! Hopefully, by then I'll be loose enough back there to take it well. That might give the other guys more confidence if they do get picked. Besides, there's other rules about the first kid to fuck another Mackey. Right? Kevin, would that give you some sort of ownership rights at the Choosing? If I'm gonna be owned by two guys, I would prefer it be you, or Toby Sanders and Kelson Mackey. I trust you all, but a lot of our other cousins, not so much."
Brad and Kevin stared at the older boy in shock. Nobody said anything for several minutes. It was Kevin who broke the silence.
"I know you said you would let me do it. But think about this. If we do this publicly in front of so many Mackeys we can't avoid the first-fuck rules. I will own your ass for a full year. I can use it whenever I like, whether you are picked at the Choosing or not. I can even give other guys access and there's nothing you can say. I thought we might just do it privately – just the two of us and nobody would ever know. But to answer your question. Yes, I would have ownership rights, but I would have to make a claim before the full council."
"I know about those stupid Mackey rules," said Sandy angrily. "As I said before, the Mackeys have too many rules. But it's now time for me to practice what I preach. `If you have to face something you can't change, it's best to be mentally prepared to deal with it.' So it's time for me to truly embrace this whole Mackey thing. If I'm gonna be a community bottom, and get owned by two guys I would prefer to have some say in who they are rather than allowing Darrell and Hiram or some other pissed-off Council member to decide. If we do it, at least I have some control over my fate. Besides, I was hoping that by getting fucked in front of the 12 year-olds, they'll accept me as one of them. That will make conversation easier at the sleep-over. At present, I doubt whether any of them know I'm actually on the List. They'll think I'm there as a 13-year-old putting dibs down on the cutest asses. Seeing it done to me, might also mean less stress themselves if they get chosen. And Kevin, I hope I can trust you not to fuck me excessively, or offer me around to lots of other guys?"
"You have that of course. But I'm still not sure about doing you in front of all those Mackeys. Only three, maybe four, of them will be made bottoms. The rest will take up full Mackey rights after the Choosing. Now they are scared shitless, but for most of them, in a fortnight's time, that overwhelming fear will have gone, they'll be horny again and looking for an ass to fuck. Even if by some miracle you don't get picked at the Choosing, I will still own your ass and have every under 16-year-old Mackey in the Spring begging me for a romp with you. And I'll have to say okay occasionally. Owners of bottoms are expected to share, or kids will complain to the Council and they might make you a community bottom in any case. I wish I could speak to my brother Jason about all this. I just don't know enough about all the rules."
"Look Kevin. Thanks for your commitment and concern. But if I end up as a community bottom, it doesn't make any difference. I'm gonna get screwed by everybody anyway! Besides, if I already have an owner before Choosing Day, that might put some kids off voting for me. Maybe there'll be guys looking for nice sweet virgin asses like Brad or Sean here." Sandy punched the two younger boys on the shoulder.
"Hopefully, second hand goods will not be popular with all the fresh white meat about." Sandy joked. "It might even save me from reaching the 25 signature rule and having to do all those blow-jobs as well."
Everybody laughed uncertainly for different reasons.
"Yes, all that's true," answered Kevin.
But then Sandy continued, "And to be honest I love what you and I did – what we can still do, I hope. And a sense of fairness keeps pounding away in the back of my head forcing me to return some of the pleasure you give me. The second time we sexed, you asked me to treat you as a boy. You deserve better than just that. You are a good person Kevin and should be treated as an equal. Having topped you many times now, I understand the pleasure it brings and I know you are desperate to do some fucking as well. Almost every kid would be - I understand that. But I'm pretty sure I am not really gay. It's just now, at this time in my life, horniness controls me. In any other world other than Indian Spring, I would let you do me a few times as some repayment for the amazing fucks I get from you. Even a one to one exchange - fuck for fuck, blow-job for blow-job – would be fair in my mind. We would be equals. Even kissing with you turns me on at the moment. But in 6 or 12 months' time, I might feel different. As I said before, I'm not promising a life-time, or any long term commitment. Just some mutual fun for the summer. Why the Mackeys have to step in with rules, I don't know. It's none of their business. And by the way, I hate the idea of you being a Mackey bottom and going with all those other guys. Well, I don't hate it as much as ME being one. But you get the idea."
Everybody laughed again.
"I mean, I'm glad you were because we never would have done anything otherwise. But that's why I kissed, or blew you, and will even let you fuck me. I respect you as a person Kevin and want to treat you as an equal. Not just some hole to screw. Sorry, hope this is not freaking you out! But there's no more to say."
A few minutes later, the four boys split up. Kevin had 3 appointments that afternoon with various Mackeys that required his services. Sandy wondered as he watched him walk away,
"Is that my future for the next 2 or 3 years? Spending my days going from place to place to meet various cousins to get fucked in the ass each time?" He knew that even a gay boy would grow tired of that. How would he cope? A shiver ran down his spine at the prospect. The full import of what Kevin had revealed was just beginning to impact his consciousness.
"Life's a bitch," he mused and then joined Sean and Brad to spend the rest of the day going around the Spring speaking to the other kids on the Choosing List. The sleep-over would take place in two days time.