The Sandy Jacobs Story - Chapter 7

Written by Charles Well <charles.well@yandex.com> and Sarge AKA Aldric <pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com>

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Chapter 7 – The Sleepover – Sunday 9 July 1995

General background:

There are two categories of kids living in Indian Spring, on the edge of a large city in Ohio. One group is the Mackeys, and those that are part of that extended clan through family and blood connections. They were the original European inhabitants of the region dating back to 1832. As a result of generations of isolation, self-reliance, and often living on the wrong side of the law, the family developed many unique traditions and rules that governed the everyday lives of their youngsters. That group includes Sandy Jacobs and his brothers, Kevin Mackey and his brothers, all the deep and very deep Mackeys like Tolley, Seth, or Chris Corbin. The second category is kids that are not part of the Mackey family, but happen to live in Indian Spring. That would be kids like Kelley and Ethan Tucker, the Cormacks, Nathan Carlin, Cal Brewer, Casey Harris etc. They are called "Near Springers" and are generally not bound by regulations affecting Mackey youth, but may find themselves caught up in the "old traditions" in certain circumstances.

In order of appearance, the major characters are:

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.

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.

Tanner Mackey (13) Middle son of Frankie Mackey. Brother of Spencer Mackey (15) and Cooper Mackey (12). Second Community bottom from 1994 with Kevin.

Tim Hardin (14) brother of Paul Hardin, Mackey Junior Council member. Tim is part of the extended Mackey clan and was Community bottom from 1993 with Harry Mackey.

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.

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.

Chase (Chass) Colton Jacobs (10) Just turned 10. Brother to Sandy (13), Brad (12) and Stevie (11) Jacobs. 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-Mackey from Indian Spring.

Jared Tilton (10) son of Sandra Mackey who married Mark Tilton. He has one sister Belle Tilton (13). Part of the extended Mackey clan.

Boys on the Choosing List

1. Theodore Olliver (Tolley) Mackey – 12 years, 1 month. Son of Amos, grandson of Seth. Very deep Mackey clan. His siblings are: Hayden (16) Member of Junior Council, and Hinton (13y 5m).

2. Seth Mackey - 12 years, 5 months. Son of Hollis, grandson of Jacob. Very deep Mackey clan. He is an only child.

3. Sean Mackey - 12 years, 4 months. Son of Jebediah, grandson of Seth. Very deep Mackey clan. His siblings are: Jason (17) Member of Junior Council, and Kevin (13) Community bottom 1994.

4. Cooper Mackey - 12 years, 2 months. Son of Frankie, grandson of Michael. Deep Mackey clan. His siblings are: Spencer (15) and Tanner (13) Community bottom 1994.

5. Dean Mackey - 12 years, 11 months. Son of Austin & Esther Mackey, grandson of Seth. Very deep Mackey clan. His siblings are: Dorothy (Dot) (18), Fairlane (14), and Hunter (11)

6. Chris Corbin, 10th Kinset - 12 years, 1 month. Son of Jack, grandson of Joshua, great grandson of Christopher Corbin and Katherine Mackey. Lives in Bartlett (The 10^th Kinset covers Mackey living outside Indian Spring). His siblings are Michael (14) and Harry (11)

7. Joey Mackey - 12 years, 6 months. Son of Camden, grandson of Tyler, great grandson of Clarence. Not as religious as Clarence's other descendants. His only sibling is Boyd (14)

8. Gabriel Mackey - 12 years, 9 months. Son of Gordon, grandson of Colin. He is an only child.

9. Bradley Jacobs - 12 years, 1 month. Son of Sam Jacobs, grandson of Porter, great, grandson of Gloria Mackey and Prescott Jacobs. His siblings are: Sandy (13) the bottom's bottom 1995, Stevie (11) and Chase (10)

10. Malcolm McEwen - 12 years, 3 months. Son of Michael McEwen and Tabitha Mackey, grandson of Hester Mackey. He is an only child.

11. Judge Mackey - 12 years, 10 months. Son of Phil Mackey, grandson of Randall. His siblings are: Joshua (14), Ruth (10), and Samuel (8)

12. Jeff Garvin - 12 years, 6 months. Son of Therese Mackey and Corey Gavin, grandson of Prentiss Mackey. His siblings are: Chase (13), Jeff (11), and Tilton (10)

13. Mitchell Garvin - 12 years, 2 months. Son of Emily Mackey and Chris Garvin, grandson of James Mackey V. His siblings are: Keaton (22), Whitby (20), and Rosemary (11)

14. Kelley Tucker - 12 years, 6 months. Son of Halford Tucker, grandson of Calvin Tucker. His siblings are: Ethan (10), Ashton (9). Kelley is a Near Springer, not directly descended from the Mackey family. He is on the Choosing List because of the Dawson Exclusion.

16. Stephen Carrigan - 12 years, 11 months. Son of Alice Mackey and James Carrigan, grandson of Randall Mackey. His siblings are: Andrew (11); and Lydia (7)

17. Albert (Bert) Mackey - 12 years, 2 months. Son of Foster, grandson of Gerald Mackey. His siblings are: Gerald (13), Sam (11), and Vince (10)

18. Quentin Mackey - 12 years, 4 months. Son of Dong-Yul Mackey who was the adopted son of Prentiss Mackey. His siblings are: Flint (14), and Kai (13)

19. Matthew Mackey - 12 years, 5 months. Son of Christian Mackey, grandson of Harrison. His only sibling is Timothy (Tim) (10).

The day of the sleepover arrived all too soon for 13-year-old Sandy Jacobs. To say that he was nervous and dreading the whole event was a gross understatement. What would happen that evening, he had no doubt, would have a profound effect on his life for years to come – maybe forever, he mused. He was about to be publicly fucked by 3 age peers in front of twenty or so other boys including his own three brothers. He knew, with absolute certainty, no one was ever likely to forget the event, even if officially they were all forbidden to ever discuss it with non-Mackeys. How could he possibly look at those kids ever again and not wonder if they were thinking back to the time they saw him...

But there was nothing he could do to change things now. After all, he had agreed to do it. At least it would save him from a worse fate – The 1995 Choosing Ceremony. In addition, he knew all those watching had that in their immediate future and that was comforting at some level. None of them could ever say anything without Sandy having the retort of what would happen then. That was worse. Getting done or forced to suck some guy's cock in front of over one hundred of your distant cousins from 10 to 17 years-old. And Kevin was right. The best way to deal with this was to be totally cool about what was happening, shrug it off as if it were no big deal, and even pretend he was having fun.

The problem was being cool would be impossible. It was a big deal - a whole bunch of kids were about to see him screwed three times in a row. And he knew none of it would be fun. He had stayed over at Kevin's place last night and Sandy got his friend to fuck him again. If anything, it hurt even more this second occasion. But Kevin had a great time and was happy to return the favor later in the evening. There were no plans for turn-abouts tonight, although he did have the right to ask. The other bottoms could now say no. As the bottom's bottom, Sandy didn't have that option. He had to say yes, and pretend he was enjoying it, every time any of them wanted it. He guessed his relationship with Kevin would continue in the same vein for now, but he'd be wanting a fuck each time as well. He just hoped the kid didn't get too carried away.

The good thing was that Sandy doubted whether he and Tanner Mackey would ever end up doing much sex stuff after tonight. Tanner was clearly not into the boy on boy thing. But he was extremely worried about Tim Hardin. This kid was older at 14 and no doubt had a bigger cock. Sandy couldn't believe that the 4 or 5 times he had fucked Tim, he had never once looked at his boy parts in the front. He knew the kid didn't get an erection, but Sandy had vague memories of a thick bush of dark pubic hair. That meant lots of cum. And he also recalled a long droopy thing hanging there, but guessing the actual size now was beyond him. How big would it get when boned-up? And worse still, he knew this kid wanted revenge and would now be entitled to get his complete fill of that, at least for the next seven days until Tim's two years as a Mackey bottom expired on the 15^th.

Then there was Harry Mackey, also 14, the second Community bottom from the 1993 Choosing. He was pretty much an unknown quantity as far as Sandy was concerned. They had met once or twice at family gatherings like the 4^th of July party, but had never done anything sexually together. Would Harry want that? What a fucking mess his life was turning out to be. Still, he couldn't spend all day in bed. His Mom was calling and she'd come in to wake him if he didn't get up soon. Besides other kids had survived far worse and Sandy liked to think of himself as tough. So make the best of this whole misfortune he would. "Grin it with a bear," was Chass's favorite saying when he was six. That made Sandy giggle and he finally managed to drag himself out of bed.

During breakfast that morning a few of Chass's buddies arrived - Oak and Vince Mackey and Jared Tilton. As expected they were invited to join the cornflakes brigade and made themselves at home being loud and obnoxious, spilling cereal, milk, and sugar everywhere. Sandy had started getting pissed when kids did that nowadays. Feeding every waif and stray in the community was an abuse of the generosity of his parents he was sure. Though they never seemed to mind. But it was not as if his family were rich and had a lot of money. A few months at the Joplin Middle School in Sweet Water had already shown Sandy that. He was astounded the first time he saw a kid in his class whip out a thick bundle of twenties and tens as if it was nothing more unusual than a few nickels and dimes. And it wasn't the last time he'd seen large amounts of cash in such young hands. What some guys considered walking around money was more than Sandy had ever had in his life. However, this morning, the presence of all the 10-year-olds was opportune, he thought. It would give him a chance to speak to Jared Tilton alone and see if he really did need rescuing from his little brother's bunch of bullies.

When Mom had left the kitchen, Sandy told the other boys that he needed to speak to Jared alone. He was taking the kid up to his room and didn't want to be disturbed.

"BJ," smirked Oak Mackey in a sly voice, "You're as bad as my brother."

Sandy looked daggers at the younger boy and Chass punched his friend in the shoulder very hard. There were no further comments after that, so Sandy grabbed Jared by the arm and walked him up the stairs and sat him down on Bradley's bed while he sat on his own.

"Don't worry!" said Sandy trying to make the kid less nervous. "You're not in trouble."

But Jared didn't appear scared. He actually looked rather pleased.

While they watched each other Sandy took the opportunity to really examine the boy for the first time. He was an inch or so shorter than Chass, and the bright blue eyes, longish blond hair and lack of upper body definition made the kid look a lot wimpier than Sandy now recognized he actually was. There was a definite toughness in those eyes and an aura of self-assurance he hadn't expected. Sandy knew he had a sixth sense for such things and the discovery completely threw him off his prepared speech. Eventually he managed to mumble out,

"Err, sorry. I just wanted to make sure my little brother, Oak and Vince and the others aren't making you do... I mean bullying you."

"You mean making me blow them?"

"Err... yeah. Chass told me about it. You don't have to do it if you don't want. I mean, they shouldn't be forcing you. Tell me, and I'll make them stop. They..."

"It's okay," said Jared staring into the eyes of a startled Sandy, who knew he meant it. "But I like older guys better."

The older boy was completely flummoxed. He hadn't expected that answer at all.

"You do?" was all he could think to reply.

"Yep," responded Jared who stood up and moved over to kneel between Sandy's legs. But it was only when Jared unsnapped the button on the older boy's jeans and started pulling at the zipper that Sandy jumped up in surprise.

"What the fuck are you doing?" demanded an angry sounding Sandy.

"Giving you a blow-job."

"I didn't bring you here for that," yelled Sandy accusingly.

"I know," answered Jared. "Chass told me you think they were forcing me. They aren't. Still, I know you want one."

"One what," said Sandy pretending confusion. Not sure what else to do.

Jared just giggled and moved over on his knees to where Sandy was now standing.

"Bryce says I'm good at this. Much better than Oak," said Jared as he started pulling down on Sandy's zipper once again.

Sandy stopped resisting.

"I've done other older guys as well," said Jared as he pulled the jeans and underwear down with one slow drag.

"I like guys with hair. Like you. And guys with c..."

But the last word was completely muffled as Sandy's cock disappeared into the mouth of this younger boy. Three years younger, thought Sandy distractedly, but he wasn't going to stop it now. The feelings were just so good.

Swirls of the tongue were followed by powerful suction and then a steady in out motion commenced that took Sandy's breath away. But Jared wasn't finished yet. With his right hand he started kneading Sandy's balls – softly at first, but getting progressively firmer as the action continued. And pulling down his own shorts (he wasn't wearing underwear) Jared began a slow but steady masturbation of his surprisingly large (at least for a 10-year-old) not quite 4-inch erection. His rock-hard circumcised pecker stood proudly pointing skyward and looked ready to burst at any moment. You didn't need to be a rocket scientist to guess where this kid's sexual interests lay.

Sandy had little choice but to collapse back into a sitting position on his bed. And through that movement Jared never missed a stroke or that amazing tickling action with his tongue. He was working hard, but clearly knew what he was doing. This kid was as good as Kevin – better maybe, Sandy mused.

At a soft and clearly deliberate bite of teeth, the older boy was forced to groan out loud and started panting. Jared looked up and their eyes met. Even with a mouthful of cock, Sandy could see the cheeky grin outlined on the face of this younger boy.

As the first wave of orgasm was just moments away, Jared suddenly pulled his mouth off Sandy's cock, gripped the base to stop the pending crisis and moved down to lick around the balls already primed to shoot. This action left Sandy frustrated that he had not got the cum he deserved. But clearly this was all part of the youngster's plan. "What a cock teaser!" Sandy thought.

Jared suddenly stood up and tugged off Sandy's jeans and boxers, but was soon on his knees again licking around the older boys perineum and ass crack. Jared pulled Sandy's legs wider apart and spent several minutes rimming round his hole back there. Kevin had done this. But it was blowing Sandy's mind at getting the same treatment from a kid he had mostly just ignored in the past.

The small boy suddenly ceased the rimming and returned his attention to the older boy's cock. This time the licking, sucking, in-out motions, and slurping was more intense than last time. Just two minutes of this and Sandy knew he couldn't hold back any longer. For a fleeting instant he pondered whether the kid wanted cum in his mouth but dismissed the notion. Of course he did. Well even if he didn't, he was about to get it.

So Sandy let forth – one, two, three, and four shots of semen spurted into the mouth of the young boy on his knees. And the answer to his previous question became clear as Jared ravenously slurped down all Sandy had to give. The youngster kept his mouth, tonguing gently, over the now rapidly deflating cock until it became too painful for Sandy to tolerate. He eventually had to push the younger boy's head away.

Jared got up onto the bed and without warning pushed his lips onto Sandy's. The older boy's first reaction was to push the little kid away. But after what had just happened Sandy thought,

"Oh fuck it!"

And the two boys began some serious oral action. Sandy got a taste of his own cum. It wasn't as good as Kevin's, but not totally disgusting.

"Thanks Jared," said Sandy after several minutes of recovery time. "That was absolutely the most amazing thing I've ever experienced. I owe you one," said Sandy still not thinking clearly.

"So let me come tonight. For the sleepover I mean."

"Shit!" exclaimed Sandy. "You know about that?"

"Chass told me. You're gonna get fucked. I want'a watch. It's something I want to do, but it'd be good to see some older guys do it first."

"That little punk should mind his own business. So how many other guys your age know about that?"

"Just me so far. Oh, and Ethan Tucker of course. Stevie's gonna sneak him in tonight. I've started hanging with those guys - Ethan and your other brother I mean. They're more fun than Chass."

"Oh fuck! Well, I guess the gay boys can come, but no one else. Understand? And you can never talk about what happens there. And maybe you shouldn't talk about this either. What we, I mean you, I mean we, just did, said Sandy getting more flustered. "Okay?"

"Okay," smiled Jared happily. He had clearly got what he wanted from the transaction in Sandy and Brad's bedroom. The older boy wondered whether he was being played all along.

Sandy was totally spent after leaving the bedroom and letting Jared rejoin his friends. His mom had other plans however. She had Brad sitting in a chair in the kitchen waiting for him.

"Are you done with the important business you had to take care of in your room?" she asked when he came into the kitchen.

Sandy hoped like hell that his mom had no idea what the important business had become.

"Yeah," he said. "I just had to talk to Jared about something to make sure he was okay."

Sandy looked past his mother to the kitchen table and saw a combination of things he hadn't seen since he was six years old. And from the calm look on Brad's face, it was obvious his brother had no idea what the red bag, long tube, Vaseline, and Castile liquid soap was for.

"Uh, mom," he said, unable to continue. She turned and looked where he was looking.

"I see you remember what this is for," she said. "You must have one, and Brad will need one next week, or so your father tells me. So I am going to show you how to give Brad an enema and you can do it next time. And he is going to help me give you one today."

She began picking the items up from the table. "Your room, boys, right now." Her tone left no room for argument. Karla Jacobs was no stranger to many minor medical procedures. She had gone back to work at her old job as a physiotherapist at City Hospital about 2 years ago when it was agreed the boys were old enough to take care of themselves for a few hours after school. Still, performing enemas was not in her usual wheel-house. But her husband Sam had insisted that such was normal practice for boys on the line at a Choosing, and Sandy needed one, for his own good, tonight.

Once in the room they shared she told them to both remove their shorts and underpants.

"Mom?" Brad complained, clearly confused and concerned.

"Unless you want me to call that Rosemary girl who was here once. She's taken the babysitting class at the Y so I know she knows how to do this."

"You mean Rosemary Garvin?" Sandy said with alarm. He knew what was going to happen, and there was no way in hell the girl he liked was going to have anything to do with it. "No way Mom."

Sandy began getting undressed and ordered Brad to do the same. Their mom left to fill the enema bag and Sandy used the time to tell his kid-brother what was going to happen.

"That's sick!" the younger boy exclaimed. Before Sandy could agree their Mom re-entered the room.

"We will start with Brad since his won't take as long. He doesn't really need one today," she said. "But I think it's fair he's prepared for next week.

"Brad, get on the bed and bend over with your knees to your chest," their mom ordered. As Brad reluctantly got into position he realized that his balls and anus were going to be completely exposed.

Their mom handed the jar of Vaseline to Sandy and asked, "Do you know what to do with this?"

He nodded, his face turning red. He took the jar and put a big glob on his index finger.

"Brad, I'm sorry, but I'm going to spread this in your butt." His mother turned her back and used more Vaseline to lubricate the long tube with the plastic needle shaped part at the end. She ignored the soft groans Brad was making as his older brother lubricated his anus.

"Okay, now insert the tip very slowly into him," their mom said, holding the bag and giving the end of the tube to Sandy. "Don't force it in. If it's tight just hold constant pressure on it until he relaxes."

"Brad, I know this is very embarrassing for you," she said as Sandy slowly inserted the tube in a few inches. "I only put three ounces of water and no soap in the bag. It will cause you a very slight discomfort as it enters your rectum. She handed the bag to Sandy and showed him the valve. "Hold the bag just a couple of feet higher than his bottom and let the water flow into him. For a full bag it will take about five minutes, but this should enter quickly."

Sandy sat on the edge of the bed as he held the bag and listened to the gurgling coming from inside Brad. When the bag was empty he reached for where the tube entered Brad's bottom.

"It is better to leave that in until it is time for him to go to the bathroom," his mom said, pulling his hand back. "It will help to keep it from leaking out. With this small amount of water, it probably doesn't matter, but when you give him the one he needs for next week you will put twelve ounces in the bag and he will need to hold it in for as long as he can, five minutes minimum."

Sandy felt very uncomfortable doing this to his brother, and he could only imagine how Brad must feel. Then he realized that, all too soon, he would know exactly what Brad was going through. He was next in line.

His kid-brother handled it well. But he did complain vigorously when made to stay where he was, even as the water inside demanded immediate release.

Then it was Sandy's turn. His mom had Brad perform all the steps while she supervised and soon, too soon, Sandy had twelve ounces of warm, soapy water slowly draining into him, and it was taking forever.

"Mom, please, I'm bursting, you've got to stop," he begged as he filled. And worst was that the tube moved up and down with his breathing and was rubbing against something that made him erect. He had a boner, and from the position he occupied, there was no way his mother could miss seeing it.

"Okay Sandy, it's all inside you," she finally said. "Now you need to hold it in as long as you can."

Sandy was having cramps and an overpowering feeling of needing to shit.

"Breathe like you're blowing out candles," his mom suggested. "Brad, reach under him and rub his stomach. That will help with the cramps he's having."

It did, but Brad's wrist was now rubbing against Sandy's dick and a new feeling came over him. He wanted to shout for Brad to stop but he didn't want to alert his mom. And before he could decide what to do, he started shooting, burst after burst. He thought he'd emptied all his cum into Jared's mouth, but obviously he hadn't. Again, he knew his mom couldn't miss seeing it, especially not after Brad pulled his hand back and yelled,

"You came all over me."

"It's normal Brad, you can go wash it off in a few minutes," his mom said.

Sandy was about to get another erection when his mom finally told Brad to pull out the tube.

"But as you do, pinch his cheeks together to keep it from leaking until he can get up.

His erection in plain view, Sandy ran from the room, only to see that Steven, Chass, Oak, and Jared were standing in the hall watching. He didn't have time to yell at them or even to close the door to the bathroom. He got to the toilet and sat down just in time to let all the soapy water and everything else in his bowels explode into the toilet.

The ten-year-olds all giggled. Sandy stood up briefly, yelled, "Fuck off," and slammed the door in their faces.

But he was forced back onto the throne as more from inside wanted out. He was just finishing up a few minutes later when Brad came in with the enema bag.

"Mom said I've got to do it again with plain water to make sure you're empty."

Sandy felt like crying. This was already the worst shit day he'd ever had and the party hadn't even started.

Brad didn't chase the younger boys away as he started the second enema. Their mom stayed off to the side and watched to make sure that Brad could do it properly, and she also didn't tell the younger boys to leave. Once all the water was inside of him she told Brad to make him hold it for seven minutes and then left.

That encouraged the younger boys to decide to come in for a better view. But this time Brad yelled at them and told them to get downstairs or he'd give each of them an enema too. They didn't believe him, but they weren't about to take that bet.

When it was done, Brad helped him up. Once he was sure he evacuated everything he could from his bottom, Sandy took a shower. He wanted to hide in his room until next week, but knew he couldn't.

He had promised to help his father clear out the basement and move everything they could to the garage to make room for all the kids who would be here tonight. Brad also helped, but the younger boys had all disappeared somewhere. "Typical" thought Sandy to himself. "Whenever there was work to do..."

When they took a short break, Sandy looked at his dad.

"Dad, I accept what is going to happen tonight, and I've invited Stevie and Chass to be there too."

His dad nodded. "There's a `but' coming at the end of that sentence. Go ahead and say what you need to say."

"But, I would be mortified if you, or especially mom, was to come downstairs at the wrong time."

His dad laughed. "Your mom is horrified this is going to happen at all. I doubt she will leave our bedroom after dark today. And I do not want to see you in that position, and that and your feelings about me seeing you are the right feelings. I will not come down unless the house is on fire. And even then, I'll knock first."

"Thanks dad," Sandy said. He'd thought that maybe his father would be put off by the conversation and was relieved to hear what he had said.

Immediately after lunch Uncle Cain, Aunt Gloria, and their three kids Samuel (9), Mickey (7) and Jessica (6) arrived in a large moving van style truck he had borrowed from somewhere. Brad was planning a water war to start the sleepover off with some fun and so Chase and a few of his friends were put in charge of the three younger children who went off to make water bombs from balloons and store them in strategic piles around the backyard leading all the way down to the creek. Aunt Gloria had no doubt realized the mess that might be involved and all three of her children wore nothing but swimming trunks and sandals. There were also about a dozen water pistols that needed filling and plans for redoubts to be made.

Meantime the older Jacobs boys and all the adults got to work setting up the house for the sleep-over. The Judo mats Uncle Cain had borrowed from the Joplin Middle School in Sweetwater needed to be dragged down to the basement and set up to cover most of the floor, but with pathways between. Trestle tables and fold-up chairs also needed wiping down and then placed around the back-yard to accommodate the food requirements of over twenty growing boys. Three huge chest coolers on wheels were filled with ice and stocked full with large bottles of soft drink and cans of soda. Hard wood for the BBQ Smoker at the bottom of the back-yard needed to be cut and stacked. Sam and his brother Cain both insisted on wood for that.

"Charcoal never gets hot enough," they both maintained.

And both complained that the cooking process should have started 4 hours earlier. They planned preparing barbecue ribs, brisket, and pork shoulder, but there would also be hotdogs and hamburger patties for the kids who preferred that.

It was a perfect day for the party. Clear skies, no prospect of rain, a high temperature of 86 (30C) degrees and a low of 66 (18C) expected at night. As the afternoon progressed, white table-cloths covered the trestle tables (also borrowed from the school), and they were stacked with plates, knives, forks, spoons, glasses, and plastic cups. Garbage bins for trash and used plates were labeled and scattered strategically. Finally, bowls and dishes of food started appearing on the tables and jugs of Kool-Aid were spread about.

The sleep-over was officially due to start at 5:00 PM, but around four-fifteen in the afternoon the party helpers started arriving. Kevin and Sean and their two parents were the first to turn-up. Like their Mom and Dad, the boys arrived loaded with stuff. Each had a sleeping bag, a pillow, a light-blanket, and a backpack with a change of clothes and toiletries. Sean also helped his Mom carry in a huge bowl of her famous potato salad.

Sandy greeted them.

"Hi guys. Put your stuff downstairs in the basement. First in get to pick the best spots. Then you might want to join Chase and our cousins in the back yard to get ready for the water war. We'll start that after most of the guys arrive."

As Sean headed down the steps, Kevin held back.

"Err, Sandy, sorry about yesterday. I acted, ... a bit... like some wild animal. Not good being your first time and all. Sorry! I do like fucking you, but I shouldn't have bragged about it like I did. You were never like that with me."

"I've got over it Kevin," Sandy said. "And, uh, I enjoyed it too. I'm not just saying that. I really did, kind of, enjoy it too. But thanks for apologizing, I was a little worried about it and what it might mean for us. You know, as friends."

"We still are, and I want it to remain that way. Next time I act like that, tell me. Don't pretend it's okay because it isn't. Not between friends. I am going to fuck you, we both know that. But in a kinder, gentler way. And you still get to fuck me of course. Whenever you like."

The next to arrive were Chris Corbin and his parents. They were best friends of Sam and Karla Jacobs from Bartlett. Officially, they were 10^th Kinset Mackeys like the Jacobs. The twelve-year-olds Chris and Bradley had been friends, virtually from when they were born. There was less than a month's age difference between them. When he saw the "out-of-towners" Sandy wondered if his family would change Kinset now they lived back in Indian Spring. But guessed his dad would take care of that. Besides it was hard to think of the Corbins as "outsiders," like in his Summer Reading book. He finished it last night and decided to read it again, he liked it so much. But he was also supposed to read William Golding's book, Lord of the Flies. He had looked at the dust-jacket on that and it looked pretty cool as well. Anyway, he wasn't gonna do any reading today, so he could decide later.

As Brad and Chris disappeared downstairs to the basement, the doorbell rang once again.

This time it was Jeff and Mitchell Garvin and their two Moms. The Mackey family might not exactly be considered hillbillies. Indeed, it was fighting words if you suggested they were. But Jeff and Mitchell Garvin had the unique distinction of being first cousins on their father's side and fourth cousins through their mothers. Jeff's Dad was Cory Garvin and Mitchell's Dad was Chris. Cory and Chris Garvin were brothers, of course. And Jeff's Mom was Therese Mackey and Mitchell's Mom was Emily Mackey, both descendants of James III of the very deep part of the family. Sandy showed them down to the basement.

A few minutes later, Uncle Cain rounded up Chase's friends, who had been hanging around all afternoon hoping to be invited to stay. They were given a "thank-you," a light snack and told to go home. Jared Tilton who was attending the party on Sandy's authority, went home with the others, but turned up an hour later with a couple of the other invited guests.

The men soon disappeared down to the bottom of the yard with their own ice-chest of beer to get the BBQ going and the "meat a 'cook'n" while the Moms were all in the kitchen with a few bottles of both red and white wine to cut hot-dog and hamburger buns, make salads, desserts and the numerous other tasks that needed doing.

The rest of the boys came in dribs and drabs over the next hour, some in small groups and others in pairs. The second cousins Theodore Oliver (Tolley) and Seth Mackey arrived with Malcolm McEwen in tow. He looked a lot happier when it was confirmed by Sandy, that "Yes, Kelley and Ethan Tucker would both be here." No sooner had he said that when the doorbell chimed again for the two Tucker boys who were dropped off by their Dad. They were the only official non-Mackeys coming tonight. Cal Brewer had sent his apologies earlier in the day through a phone call from his dad. Sandy guessed that Kelley Tucker's status as a Near Springer would change next week after he'd been through a Choosing.

Hal Tucker made a quick detour down the back-yard to say hello to the men camped around the BBQ. He offered his apologies for not staying, but he and his wife, Silvie, were off for a night on the town. Their oldest sons were here and they had parked Ashton at the Cormacks' for the night. A few good-natured ribald comments followed as he exited by the back gate.

The brothers Tanner (13) and Cooper (12) arrived shortly after that. They were the sons of Frankie Mackey. Sandy tried to smile at Tanner and make him welcome when he answered the door. But it was difficult. This was one of the three boys who would fuck him that night. Tanner must have sensed his discomfort and said,

"Pay-back's a bitch, ain't it Sandy?"

"Ain't that the truth," the dirty blond boy replied.

They both smiled now. Tanner said,

"Don't worry. You always treated me well. So I'll return the favor."

Not sure if this was a good or bad thing from a guy about to fuck you, Sandy was very glad this conversation didn't continue. Judge Mackey and his first cousin Stephen Carrigan turned up with 10-year-old Jared Tilton.

Bradley took Tanner and Cooper downstairs as Judge shook Sandy's hand vigorously.

"You know, this is the first sleepover I've ever been too? My Mom didn't want me to come. But Dad said it was okay. What time do we have to go to bed? Can we stay up late? Will we tell ghost stories? Do I really get to sleep on the floor? How many kids are coming?"

Sandy stood there open mouthed as Judge shot question after question at him hardly pausing for breath. Stephen Carrigan and Jared Tilton both raised their eyebrows, as if in unison, to demonstrate they were both mildly exacerbated and definitely embarrassed at the interrogation. But Stephen knew how his cousin was being smothered by an overly protective religiously inclined mother and what a unique opportunity it was for the kid to be away from all that for a night.

Sandy just ignored everything Judge was saying. He told them they were most welcome and asked Jared to show the guys down to the basement to store their stuff.

Albert (Bert) and Quentin Mackey were the next to arrive. Sandy knew these two were friends, but they did make a rather odd couple. Bert was a solid, but small statured kid who had fierce red-hair, piercing blue eyes, and a mass of freckles covering his entire face. He looked more like ten than his actual age of 12, but had the reputation of fighting any kid that even looked at him the wrong way. He was the second of the four sons of Foster Mackey. On the other hand, Quentin was tall for his age at about 59 inches, Sandy guessed, and a skinny kid. His black hair, brown eyes, round face and evident Asian features, stood in stark contrast to those of his buddy. He was the third son of Dong-Yul Mackey whose grandfather had fallen in love with and married a Korean girl during that war.

Five-minutes later, the remaining two boys on the official List arrive - Dean and Gabriel Mackey. Sandy knew these two were neighbors and had probably been dropped off by one of their Moms. But he felt strangely uncomfortable in front of Dean. They were friends, good friends, in the same grade level at school and both in Mr. Simpson's homeroom all last year. He knew that Dean would only be a week away from his 13^th birthday at the time of the ceremony and so he would be the oldest and most developed boy on the line this year. Talk about rotten luck! But Sandy didn't think the gods of good fortune were smiling on him today either. Both boys stared at each other unsure what to say. Eventually, Dean said,

"Sorry, about next week. I mean what you're gonna see. I hope we can still be friends. I'm freaking out a bit about it. I hope you're not gonna vote..."

"Don't sweat it man. Pretty sure you are gonna see a lot more. And you don't need to wait a week."

Dean and Gabriel looked at each other not sure what Sandy meant. But the dirty blond boy just looked guilty and shrugged.

While all three of them stood standing at the front door fourteen-year-old Tim Hardin came up and pushed his way past.

"So how is your ass Jacobs? Nice and tight I hope."

Sandy decided to ignore him. He turned to Dean and Gabriel and said,

"Put your stuff downstairs in the basement. Most of the guys are out the back-yard in a water fight. Did you bring swim trunks as we suggested?"

Curiously, Tim just had a jacket under his arm but no sleeping bag or anything else. He took that as a good sign.

For what remained of the afternoon, all the boys were able to forget their problems as everyone changed into shorts or swim trunks and got totally involved in the water war. They were initially assigned teams by Brad and Chris Corbin, and had the object of attacking the opposition fort. But the esprit-de-corps quickly broke down as boys went after their friends or settled old scores. With that amount of water being thrown about, the adults ensured the main battlefields were moved onto Uncle Elijah's land next door. They knew the old codger would complain bitterly about the screaming kids, the huge amounts of water, and the general rowdy behavior, but as Sam Jacobs said,

"Fuck him! It's just Mackeys continuing an old tradition. And he's big on the traditions."

But they would make sure the children cleaned up any trash or burst remnants of water balloons.

Around 7:00 PM the water war was called to a halt by the dads. The kids were told to get cleaned up and put on dry clothes. Dinner would be served in about 30 minutes. Uncle Cain was put in charge of that part of the operation. As head of the PE department at Joplin, all the boys knew him and followed his orders to the letter. They knew he couldn't paddle any of them at school, but here was different. This was family and none of them were in any doubt they would be in for a good bare-assed whooping if they pushed Uncle Cain too far. And worse any appeals to parents would land on deaf ears, and probably result in extra punishment.

Pretty soon a production line was set up where Uncle Cain had three or four naked boys on the concrete pathway to Elijah's land and doused them down with the garden hose to remove grass stains and mud. Several bars of soap were shared around and boys were told to help each other wash in those difficult to get at places. Fortunately, embarrassment about being naked in front of other family members was generally not part of the DNA of the Mackeys. Sandy's Mom collected wet swimming trunks and shorts and hung them on the clothes-line to dry. She then produced half-a-dozen towels for communal use, and when sufficiently clean and dry, boys were ordered back to the basement to put on dry clothes. Within half-an-hour more than twenty boys and one 6-year-old girl were washed, scrubbed, dried and dressed.

The meal itself was a buffet style affair with the children being given a large dinner plate and knife and fork and told to eat what they wanted. The dads carved the meat and the mothers helped dish out the various salads, vegetables and fruits. Within 10 minutes the volume of noise reduced substantially as twenty-four very hungry children stuffed themselves with all the fantastic food available. For dessert, there were dozens of pies, cakes and 5 flavors of ice cream. Everything was washed down with lashings of Kool-Aid once the sodas ran out.

After all the children had enough to eat, the Dads organized a Scavenger Hunt and later a game called Wear That! Uncle Jack Corbin produced a huge bag filled with crazy clothes and items to wear such as feather boas, bikinis, funny glasses, high heels, large underwear, hats, etc. One at a time each boy had to roll a dice. If it landed on a 1 or a 6, the person to their right chose something from the bag for them to wear. The boys kept playing until all the items were being worn and the person that had the fewest things on was the winner. That actually turned out to be Uncle Cain's seven-year-old son Mickey. But the outcome was appealed to the stewards. It seemed Mickey had skipped a few turns by disappearing under the table several times.

Around 9:00 PM it was starting to get dark, and the adults announced they were going home. Most of the mess had been cleaned up and it was suggested the boys adjourn to the basement. Uncle Cain and Aunt Gloria had a devil of a time getting nine-year-old Samuel and seven-year-old Mickey to go home. Fortunately Jessica had already fallen asleep in her mother's lap.

The basement was packed. There were eighteen boys from the official Mackey Choosing List (Cal Brewer had given his apologies), four older guys who were actually the main show of the night – Sandy Jacobs, Kevin and Tanner Mackey, and Tim Hardin, and finally Sandy's younger brothers Stevie and Chase and two of their friends – Ethan Tucker and Jared Tilton. Twenty-six boys all crowded together. But even with that many people in the room, the basement was quiet. The fun part of the sleep-over appeared to be over for now and most of the boys were confronted by their own demons. And each of them was assessing the others, trying to determine, of those present, who were more likely to become the unfortunate community bottoms. They all understood that in less than a week's time, 4 of the 12-year-olds present would have that dubious distinction. Each just hoped it was the kid with the brighter blue eyes, the more lustrous hair, or the ones with the more rounded-curved buttocks.

Sandy decided it was time to get the evening started.

"The reason why Brad and I and Kevin and Sean arranged this sleepover here today was to provide each of you with some sort of moral support for what you are all facing next week. I am guessing that each and every one of you is scared shitless at present."

A nervous laugh went around the room clearly indicating that the comment was not too far from the truth.

"Some of you will appear to be dealing with it better than others, but in your darkest thoughts alone, probably all of you will be freaking out to some extent. Well that's normal. We thought it might help you all deal with things if you had some friends about who knew what you were going through."

"Just a few facts you might need to know, even if you'd prefer not to. I spoke to Raymond Mackey, President of the Youth Council, this morning. If you counted than you realize that there is a total of 19 of you on this year's Choosing List. It's the largest number the Mackeys have ever had for a ceremony.

The list is so long because it was agreed a few weeks ago that all 12-year-olds in the family are on this time and nobody is getting off."

A hand went up in the air and Sandy paused to call on Gabriel.

"What about Kyle Hardin? How come he isn't here? He's twelve."

"My cousin is in California," Tim Hardin stood up and said. "An aunt of ours died and Uncle Bradley is a pall bearer at the funeral. And Kyle didn't chicken out. He asked if he could stay at our house, knowing he'd be on the list. But I guess there is something in the reading of Aunt Lizzie's will that applies to him, so he had to go. The council gave him a full exemption."

"Good question Gabriel. That clears that up and I didn't know about it. Are there any other questions before I continue?" When no hands went up, Sandy explained,

"The Council has also agreed that there will be 4 bottoms this time. I know each of you will hate that news, but if you are one of those selected, having three other guys to share the community burden will work out much better."

Sandy looked around at the worried expressions on most of the boys.

"How many of you went to the Choosing last year as 11-year-olds?"

A few hands went up.

"For those that weren't there, I'll ask Kevin to explain what happens. Kevin."

"It's a pretty rough day for the 12-year-old boys on the line. The Ceremony starts at 9:15 AM, but get there early. You get checkmarks for being late. And as I guess you all know, each checkmark means a public blow job on a boy who can cum. Then Sheldon Redd will welcome all the other Mackeys, explain the rules, and then he'll introduce each of you in turn. At that time he'll probably call for first voters to come forward. Then the other guys get to vote for the bottoms. They write their names on your back in indelible ink. Believe me, it's a bitch to rub off. Last year, even one month later, you could still make out the long list of names on my back."

A lot of the kids laughed at this.

"Then they add up the votes, and this year, the guys in the top four places become the official bottoms. Then they have the checkmark blow jobs. And after that the fucking begins. Each of the boys picked will get screwed at least three or four times, but no more than five. The good news is that they mostly pick guys with smaller cocks to go first. Sheldon's generally pretty good with that. He used to be a bottom himself, so he has sympathy for you."

Kevin looked at Sandy who continued,

"For those that do get chosen, the other bottoms and I will go out of our way to support you, provide moral support, and try to minimize any abuse you suffer as much as possible. Maybe we could start having meetings at the clubhouse to discuss what issues each of you is dealing with."

Another hand went up, this time belonging to Seth Mackey. Sandy paused and called on him.

"Why are you helping? You don't know nothing about our ways. You just moved back here. Very convenient it seems. After your thirteenth birthday."

Most of the boys expected a fiery response from Sandy and were surprised to not get one.

"You are partially right Seth. I wasn't at Old Knot last year, bending over with Kevin, Tanner and the rest of them. I used a loophole – the fact my family lived outside Indian Spring. And I locked myself in my bedroom on July 15^th last year. When my family returned, I hardly knew anything about the Mackey ways. I made mistakes, lots of them, serious mistakes."

Sandy paused and scanned the faces of the boys in front of him.

"I have to pay for the mistakes I made. Ignorant of the rules, I made use of Mackey bottoms when I had no right to do so. I publicly fucked a Mackey who had been promised no public fuckings. And I fucked two of the other community bottoms as well. Many times! Again, with no right to do so. You will notice all three of them are here tonight."

He paused again.

"But I'm not getting away with it Seth. The penalty for what I did was decided by council yesterday and is accepted by me. It is fair and just and I have no complaints. I am, like you, a bit nervous about it however." Sandy could see the confusion in the eyes of some of the boys, so he continued.

"Sometime in the next hour, I will become the Mackey bottom's bottom. Similar to what four of you will become next week, except I will only serve other bottoms. All boys who officially hold that position can call on me for blowjobs or a fuck whenever you want, and I can't, and won't, say no. Yes, both the mouth and ass package is available."

This time it was easy to spot the boys who had already heard the council verdict. Some clearly had. The others had looks of astonishment plastered across their faces. Sandy continued.

"As is the Mackey way, it was decided that my official induction as a bottom would include at least 10 Mackeys as witnesses, and that I be fucked by the three bottoms I made use of without permission. Those three bottoms are here tonight as I said, and they are going to fuck me. Kevin Mackey, Tanner Mackey, and Tim Hardin. You Mackeys here tonight will be the witnesses to this."

Tim Hardin thought this was his cue and he stood, only to be stopped by Sandy.

"Not yet Tim, you go last. Anyone here who doesn't want to watch as I am made an official Mackey bottom, can leave now and go upstairs to the TV room. My parents are staying in their bedroom tonight."

If Sandy was hoping for a mass exodus of boys, he was in for a major disappointment. Nobody stood to leave.

"I guess everyone loves a good fucking show." said Sandy sardonically.

Several of the boys laughed awkwardly, but most looked down at their laps as if embarrassed to meet his eyes.

"But before we get to that, I want Kevin to explain some more about what it's like to be a bottom. Kevin."

"Thanks Sandy. If you are made a full community bottom like me or Tanner and Tim, you will be expected to provide services for up to a maximum of 4 boys per day. You are never required to do more than that. After an initial busy period at the beginning, you will probably find fewer boys come calling as the months wear on. If you are picked as a bottom, the most important thing is to get your mind into the right mental state. It's not about you personally, it's not forever, and some of you may find it can be fun sometimes. I've seen even very straight boys have orgasms when being fucked. There's a part of your anus called a prostate. It's deep inside your bottom hole. If you rub on that – for example by getting fucked, you will cum – any male will."

"So my advice is that you embrace being a bottom if that is your fate. Admit it proudly and even teasing will stop in a few days. As well as an obligation to the community, bottoms have rights as well. We have a permanent representative on the Council, and can bring complaints about any kid direct to them. Also remember that bottoms are power players in the Mackey youth community. Firstly, each current bottom is given 10 points to use as they wish at the Choosing - for or against any eligible 12-year-old. Even former bottoms still get 5 points. That in itself is enough to scare any Mackey boy under 13 totally shitless."

Several boys in the audience laughed at this.

Secondly, the bottoms also have a permanent member on the Youth Council, as I said. That person has two votes on all issues. Thirdly, each current and former bottom has three voting points in Junior Council elections. Even the regular Council members have to worry about that.

"Any questions?" asked Sandy.

"Have you ever made a complaint against any kid?" asked Chris Corbin.

"I sure have," answered Kevin. "I've already had 4 guys banned this year and they got other punishments as well. The Council tends to listen to complaints very sympathetically."

"Yeah, me too," put in Tanner. "Only two so far."

"Me as well," said Tim. "In fact, you'll see what happens to one of the boys I complained about tonight."

Sandy had been hoping that Tim's grudge might diminish as he got to know him better. Clearly that wasn't working well.

"Thank you guys. Before we get to me, I have one last thing to emphasize," said Sandy.

"For those who are not made bottoms, I expect you to always show due deference to your less fortunate peers. If you don't understand, it means that you should show them proper respect and recognize the considerable sacrifice they are making to bring harmony to the Mackey community. Using the bottoms brings certain responsibilities and obligations. You have an obligation to protect them physically from outsiders, to protect their privacy and status from anyone not in the clan, and to use them sensibly and considerately, always taking into account their own comfort and emotional stability."

Kelley Tucker was thoroughly impressed with Sandy. He was pretty certain it was what Sandy really expected and believed.

For the first time since the meeting started, Sandy was at a loss for words. He stood motionless for a few seconds, trying to think of how he could possibly introduce what was about to happen. Then he realized his best option was not to speak, but to act. He stripped quickly, not delaying, not trying to show how embarrassed and degraded he felt.

The jaws of nearly all the boys present dropped open as a now naked Sandy Jacobs pushed a small padded bench he and his father had built for just this purpose into the center of the room. As Sandy bent over it, he said,

"Kevin, you now have another job to do."

Kevin bit his lip. He wanted to do it. He wanted to fuck that ass again and again. But in front of all these kids? He knew Sandy didn't deserve that. Well, maybe he did, but still. . .

The obvious indecisiveness became Tanner's cue to act.

"The first thing that will happen to each of you at the choosing ceremony is you will have your ass lubricated," Tanner said. He saw the jar of Vaseline and picked it up. "Not all of you will be fucked of course, but all of you will be lubricated. It is part of the tradition. It is embarrassing, and a bit uncomfortable."

Tanner opened the jar and pulled out a large glob of Vaseline in the fingers of his right hand. He knew that Sandy was in for rough treatment from Tim, and that would come after he and Kevin had already deposited their cum in him.

"This serves two purposes," Tanner continued as he approached Sandy. "First, it helps to relax the ring in your anus that keeps your turds in." He poked a finger into Sandy's ass and felt the boy shift under him.

"Second, it makes it easier for penetration. For those who get fucked, the person doing it will also lubricate their dick, or they might ask you to do it for them." Tanner now had two fingers inside Sandy's ass.

"How come he's getting a boner?" Judge Mackey asked. It was one of the first things he'd noticed. "Does he like what you are doing?"

"I strongly doubt that he likes it," Tanner said. "Most of you will get a boner when this is done to you. There is a reason for it that doesn't mean you are enjoying it. It's the thing Kevin spoke about before. We all have a thing up there called a prostate gland. Rubbing that causes guys to get boners."

Tanner pulled his fingers out and wiped them off on the towel that was hanging from a hook on the side of the bench Sandy was bent over.

"Something else that you guys need to know," Tanner said. "The night before the ceremony you will need to be cleaned out. It's called an enema. Mostly the Moms take care of that. I can smell the soap on my fingers, so I know that Sandy had one. Be mentally ready for it. If you have questions about it, save them for later."

Tanner turned to Kevin and said, "I believe that Sandy fucked you first, so now is the time to make amends for that." He handed the Vaseline to Kevin and went back to his spot in the audience hoping that he wouldn't keep Sandy waiting.

Kevin had been given enough time to sort things out in his mind. Making sure not to make eye contact with his younger brother Sean, he removed his pants and quickly greased up his four-and-a-half inch long penis. Although Kevin was actually a few weeks older than Sandy, he was clearly less developed in the crotch area. But Kevin was already hard and greasing it up made him want to shoot even more. However, he was determined to not subject his friend to the animalistic fuck he got yesterday.

Sandy did his best to not moan or cry out as Kevin made his initial penetration. He didn't want to scare the younger boys who were watching this for the first time. Kevin wasn't slow, and he pushed quickly through the tight anal ring and drove in as far as he could. Sandy quickly felt the older boy's pubes rubbing against his ass. Then Kevin began the fuck. From the first long-dick strokes in and out, it was obvious the kid on top was enjoying himself.

The padded bench creaked as Kevin pushed in and pulled back, in and back, again and again. He was trying to enjoy it as much and for as long as he could, but the tightness and warmth was too much. He started with short quick strokes, but increased the speed rapidly as his own lust seemingly took control of his mind, and concern for his friend became secondary to his own need to get-off. He knew this was normal. He'd been fucked enough times himself in the last year to know that most kids lost control when punching their dicks into a willing orifice. He said to himself, "You would think, of all people, I could exercise control, but then... oh fuck it... Sandy Jacobs has such a fuckable butt." So Kevin increased the pace and was slamming home roughly once a second. The bench scraped on the floor each time, Sandy grunted loudly, and the rest of the world faded from view as Kevin saw his goal within reach. "Sandy is a bottom now," he justified in his mind, "he'll get used to this. I did!" and he pumped harder, sweat now dripping from his upper body. Long before he wanted it to end, it did. He shot several loads of cum into Sandy's bottom.

But Kevin didn't pull back. He could feel his dick getting hard again. He wanted to do it some more. Once was not enough. Once would never be enough. He was just about to start fucking Sandy again when he felt Tanner's hands on his shoulders pulling him back.

Whispered so that no other could hear, Tanner said, "I thought he was your friend. Go jack off somewhere." Then, in a louder voice that carried into the corners of the basement he said, "You've had your go, it's my turn now."

Kevin got the message.

He looked appropriately shame-faced, and said to Tanner, "Err... sorry." He pulled his still-hard dick from Sandy's ass. But he knew that he was going to want to do it again later that night. This dirty blond boy's ass was just too good to resist.

Tanner had wanted to give Sandy a break between fuckings, but Kevin had ruined that plan. He now had to appear eager, as if he stopped Kevin only because he wanted his turn.

As a full Mackey community bottom, Tanner had had more sex than he ever wanted in the past 12 months. "Ever wanted," were the operative words here. Unlike Kevin, he was not gay. He got screwed three or four times a day because that was the duty his relatives had imposed upon him. But he didn't enjoy it. Well, not mostly. There had been a few boys and several occasions when he got erect while being fucked. Even rarer were the times he had achieved orgasm being penetrated. And there were a few boys who had offered to jerk him off after they came. Sandy Jacobs had been one of those. But most were totally self-absorbed, and usually just wiped their cocks off on his shirt, zipped up and left him wherever he was bent over. He couldn't tell this to the eighteen eager 12-year-olds watching him now though. But the four selected would soon discover the truth. Sandy said he would be there to help them. He hoped he meant it. They'd need it – well looking at some of them anyway.

Stripping off in front of a crowd had ceased to be an issue for Tanner ages ago. But he was a little nervous this time. He had no experience as a top and that gave his cock a definite lift. At just over five inches, he was both longer and bigger around than Kevin, but not by much. He understood that the boy in the active role was the one running the show. The bottom had to just lie there and open wide. Performance anxiety was certainly something new for Tanner. He picked up the Vaseline and rubbed some onto his erection. Then he pointed his penis at the open asshole in front of him and pushed forward. Sandy's anal ring was stretched and relaxed, and he was able to drive in with minimal resistance. Once his entire length was buried to the hilt, he pulled out 3 inches, shoved back in, and then began fucking Sandy rapidly. Tanner had known this obligation was coming so he hadn't jerked-off for a day-and-a-half. As a result he was soon adding his cum to that which Kevin had deposited. And right after the last burst of cum shot from his cock, it deflated rapidly. His duty done, he pulled out.

Tanner had hardly stepped aside before Tim Hardin got up and approached his victim. But he had other ideas. He would fuck this kid, but only on his terms.

Sandy heard Tim's approach and tried to act like this was no big deal. But his fear that a fuck from his fourteen-year-old enemy would be painful kept his act from being believable. At least it would be over quickly. But Tim surprised him and came around to the front of the padded bench.

"I'll fuck you later," he said as he exposed himself. "First, I want a blowjob. I want you to empty me so that I can enjoy my first time in your ass for a good, long time."

Sandy was looking at Tim's junk for the first time, and not liking what he saw. He wasn't huge, in fact his dick wasn't much longer than Tanner's, but it was thicker. Nearly all of Tim's groin was covered with dark curly hairs. His ball sack was too, and it hung down several inches. His testicles were big and plump. And he had a drop of precum already hanging from the piss slit. The younger boy shivered. He had a pretty good idea that meant cum – loads of it.

"Have you ever given a blowjob before?" Tim asked.

Sandy nodded, hoping, praying, that Tim wouldn't ask who he'd given one to.

"Good," Tim said. "Then you know how to do it. Suck it good. But don't worry about swallowing it, I'm going to spray it all over your face. I'll give you some to eat next time. And then I'll fuck you. Once tonight, and tomorrow morning you'll blow me again before I fuck you for the second time."

Tim didn't try to hold back, this was just for fun. His fun, not Sandy's. He allowed the younger boy to set the pace; he had all night for this. He drove in occasionally right to the back of the kid's throat, but not long enough to make Sandy gag. When he felt his balls were about to explode, he pulled his dick out and used his hand to jack off, spraying cum all over the little cock-sucker's face as promised.

As the cum dripped and ran down the bent over boy, Tim stepped back. "I'll wait a bit for my balls to recover and then you're going to suck it for real," he said. "And then I'll fuck you, long and slow."

Tim dressed again. He laughed as he walked past Sandy, and as a last act of humiliation, he gave the boy a hard slap across his ass with his hand.

Sandy's dad had rigged a hose over a floor drain in the corner. The water was cold, but Sandy quickly used it to wash Tim's cum from his face. As demeaning as it was, Sandy knew the worst part was the fact that all those watching would remember this for years to come – maybe for the rest of their lives. Most of these kids went to his middle school and every time they saw him from now on the image of him leaning over the padded bench and being well fucked twice and then having Tim cover his face with cum. These are the kids he would spend the rest of his childhood with. And making it worse was the presence of his three brothers. A strange thought popped into his head as he washed up. In sixty years' time, at some old people's home, would Stevie and Chase say, "Remember the time..."

Kevin could see the way Tim's act had horrified his friend and many of the boys in the audience as well. He decided now was the time for some talk, hoping it might act as a distraction. He made sure everyone knew who the current bottoms were: he and Tanner Mackey from the 1994 Choosing, Tim Hardin and Harry Mackey from 1993, and Duncan Mackey (15), the only remaining bottom from 1992 because he'd been given a three-year term. Then he asked if there was anything people wanted to know.

Many of the boys had the same question for him – what was it like to be a bottom? He and Tanner both described their experiences. They talked about keeping a diary, and some of the funny things that had happened to them over the past year. They explained some more about getting kids banned and what Sheldon Redd was like to deal with. Tim just talked about what Sandy had done to him.

Sandy finished washing the cum off his face, but stayed in the background as the kids were focused on Kevin's discussion. He felt his purpose here had been lost. He'd meant to reassure the 12-year-olds they would be okay. That they wouldn't be harmed. Yet Tim's actions and words were putting even more fear into them. Sandy could see that they were now wondering if perhaps they would be treated in the same way if they were unlucky next weekend.

Kelley Tucker was having the same thought. Everything Sandy had done was wasted in one act from Tim. And now, instead of discussing his experiences as a bottom as Kevin and Tanner had done, he was using his time to degrade Sandy even more. Kelley didn't need any special power to see the effect Tim was having, especially on the kids who were already scared about what would happen to them. This was the worst use of the Mackey traditions and something that the council should be trying to eradicate, but weren't. He stood up.

"Tim, I understand you feel you were wronged by Sandy. I get that. But you're acting like an asshole. You were given the right, not just permission, but the right to use Sandy's ass. So were Kevin and Tanner. But you are abusing that right. You are going to fuck him, we all know that. You were invited to do it. So go ahead and get it done. But I for one will go to Sheldon Redd in the morning. From what Kevin has said, he's the one responsible for ensuring that all the bottoms are protected. In my opinion, your behavior is out of proportion to what you are entitled to."

Tim stared at the other boy in stunned silence. He wanted to fuck that little upstart right then and there. However, Tucker wasn't a bottom. Not yet. But next week, he would pay dearly for what he just said. And Tim was no fool. He could sense the change of mood in the room. Other kids were starting to whisper their agreement with what Tucker had said. The last thing he needed was for a dozen kids to go to Sheldon and complain.

"You want me to fuck him?" he said. "Okay, let's get that off the table right now. Quit hiding in the shadows Jacobs and bend over that thing again."

Sandy came out into the center of the room and stared at Kelley for a moment. He realized that this was a kid who wasn't afraid to say what needed to be said. If Kelley were to become a bottom, which seemed pretty likely, Tim would be on him as soon as he could. Kelley had to know that. Yet he stood up and defended the Mackey traditions while at the same time criticizing Tim's behavior. That was not something the thirteen-year-old would forget soon.

Sandy bent over the padded bench again, but Tim made him get up and use the Vaseline to grease the fourteen-year-old's cock. "Get it hard too," Tim said. "You can even make me cum if you want."

But Sandy had no intention of doing that. He'd already done it once just fifteen minutes ago, and if he did it a second time now the fuck would last forever. Sandy greased the five solid inches of the older boy. He wondered how much it was going to hurt as it passed his already sore anal ring.

Tim didn't even try to be gentle. He pushed his dick in and kept shoving until the head pushed past the tight gates protecting Sandy's rear passage. Tim ignored the boy's cry of pain and pressed on regardless. Then as soon as he had as much of his cock inside as he had to give, he began a slow steady fucking action withdrawing almost all the way out before pushing forward again. He continued thrusting in and out with the deep penetrating strokes for a full ten-minutes. Then he reached a point where he was ready to shoot. So he stopped to let the feeling pass. He just stood there, imbedded, but not moving for some considerable time. Then he resumed the vigorous fuck. He did this twice more before he couldn't hold back any longer and shot everything he had into Sandy's now incredibly painful asshole. The older boy planted his seed deep into the now very loose anal entrance and remained entrenched for some time. Several minutes later a loud slurppy pop was heard in all parts of the basement as a now rapidly softening cock was expelled. Tim was well satisfied. He had cum twice in the last half hour, but realized he'd be useless now for the rest of the evening.

"I'm going home. But I will be back first thing in the morning and we will do this again," Tim announced as he wiped his dick on Sandy's shirt that had been dropped on the floor.

None of the boys said anything as he left the basement.

Sandy stood up. He wanted to say something, anything, to try and recreate the more positive mood that had existed earlier in the evening. After all that was the purpose of the sleepover – to reduce the stress of all these potential bottoms. But how could he do that now? His ass was so sore, he could barely walk.

Sensing his friend's concern, Kevin stepped forward. "Kelley, you are free to talk with Sheldon if you want. I'll even go with you. But I think it would be better if I went alone. I share your concerns, and I will mention them to Sheldon. However, the simple fact is that Tim didn't do anything wrong. Morally wrong for sure, but not wrong by the rules. Nevertheless, Sheldon does need to know, and my guess is that he will have someone keep an eye on Tim from now on."

Tanner also stepped up. "Kevin's right. What Tim did was not a rule violation. You guys should not expect that. Tim is upset by what Sandy did to him and the rules that Sandy broke. That is why we are here, to make sure you guys understand the rules. To keep something like that from happening to you. And for those of you who have younger brothers, make sure they understand the consequences of their actions and behavior. But don't dwell on what happened here this evening. That is not what will happen if you are selected. Yes, you will be fucked. Often at first, and less as time goes on. And sometimes it will be public. But never was I treated like that. I was also wronged by Sandy, but he has stood up and accepted his role for what he did. I'm proud to be here tonight. Not because I got to fuck him. But because of the effort he put into making this event a learning experience for each and every one of you."

Tanner then directed his attention to Kelley.

"Kelley, I totally agree with Kevin. It would be best if you don't talk to Sheldon. Leave that up to us older guys. We're already bottoms and have nothing to lose. I'm not telling you not to, I'm just giving you the best advice I can. Thanks for having the guts to stand up to him, but I'm pretty sure you made an enemy of Tim tonight. You need to be looking after your own ass for the next week."

Kevin turned his attention back to the assembled group of boys.

"That is the message that we wanted you to get from this sleepover tonight. Stand up for each other. Protect each other. Whether after next week you are a bottom or not, treat each other with respect."

By then Sandy had found his voice.

"Listen guys, that's all we wanted to say to you tonight," he said, scanning the faces to see the reaction he got. "I'm going to go upstairs for a shower. But I'll be back down soon. If any of you have a question you didn't want to ask in front of the group, I'll be here all night and we can find somewhere private to talk. And talk only."

He started to walk away but noticed that Malcolm McEwen had his hand up.

"Yeah, Malcolm, what's your question?" he asked politely.

"Uh, there's a kid I really hate. Do I have to let him do stuff with me?"

"I wish I could reassure you Malcolm, but the truth is, if you are bottomed, yes, you're going to have to," Sandy said to him. He lifted his head and spoke to the whole group and not just to Malcolm. "Do you think I wanted to be fucked by Kevin, Tanner, and Tim in front of all of you? But it was my duty. You do what's required as an obligation to the clan, and that includes being a bottom if you are selected."

Then Gabriel raised his hand. "What if I don't feel good or just want a day off?"

Kevin took this one. "It happens, people get sick. It's unusual that you do four people a day every day, especially after the first few weeks. So you explain that you're sick. And you move the people who call on you to the front of the list, you get to them as soon as possible, and you thank them for understanding. If you make a good faith effort to work with other kids, nearly every Mackey will understand and cut you some slack."

Now there were two more hands in the air. Sandy realized that once the ice was broken and the boys got honest answers, the others were less afraid to raise their hands. He sighed, really wanting to get away and shower, but this was the primary purpose for the sleepover and he couldn't leave now.

He called on Joey Mackey next. "Can someone make me lick their butt hole?"

A few kids giggled nervously.

"To the very best of my knowledge, the answer is `no.' My best advice is if someone wants you to do something that you don't think is right, ask them if you could go and ask the council if it's okay. Guys aren't going to do something that will get them in trouble. In fact, I'd guess that if someone asked you to do that and you wanted to take it to Sheldon, they would probably withdraw the request." Sandy lifted his head and addressed all the boys. "Look, when in doubt, always ask if you can take the question to the council. Sheldon, and the council, won't punish you for bringing a concern like that to their attention."

"No one has ever asked, let alone, ordered me to do that," Tanner added.

The next question came from Bert. "I heard that if I didn't do a good job, I could be whipped. Is that true?"

"Did one of your brothers tell you that?" Sandy asked.

"No," he said. "But maybe one of my cousins did." A few of the other kids laughed, but Tanner quickly quieted them.

"The answer is no, but with a condition," Tanner said. "If you aren't trying, if you're doing stuff that makes it harder for the other boys to enjoy using you, they can go to the council and complain. And if the council decides you are at fault, they can warn you, or they can add to your length of service as a bottom."

Kevin added, "Physical punishments can be ordered by the council, but that is very rare and only as a last resort. I've never heard of them doing it though, and if one of your cousins or anyone else hits you for poor performance, you go straight to Sheldon Redd and tell him. Trust me, it won't happen twice."

"Can they make you wear girls' clothing?" Cooper asked without waiting to be called upon.

"Or diapers?" another boy asked immediately.

Loud giggles from all over the basement erupted at this.

Even Sandy had to work hard to suppress a smile. Their fears were coming out because they knew nothing. This was the purpose of the sleepover, to answer those questions and eliminate the irrational fears. He didn't want to ruin it by laughing. He remembered the number of times he'd heard a teacher say, "There's no such thing as a stupid question," and now he fully understood what that meant.

"They can't make you wear anything," Sandy said. "They can ask, but you don't have to do it, and if they make a threat you go to Sheldon."

Gabriel had another question, and Sandy called on him.

"Can they make me do stuff in front of girls?"

"It has to have been approved first by the council, and the council wouldn't approve it unless there was a good reason why they should."

"But what if we're doing it in the woods and girls walk up?" Kevin's brother Sean asked.

"I never told you, but it happened once to me," Kevin said, looking right at Sean. "The guy I was doing made them leave."

"There isn't a rule that directly addresses this," Tanner added. "I would think that most of the guys would chase them off. If not, you can again always ask to stop until they leave or speak to Sheldon. If for any reason you have to do it while girls watch you need to tell Sheldon. His job is to protect you, and he can't do that if you don't tell him."

"I want to join the scout troop. If I'm a bottom, will that mean that I have to wear blue underpants at a White Party?" Judge Mackey asked.

To Sandy's surprise, Tolley answered. "I'm in the troop. The rules for White parties are troop rules only. Nothing is ever said to any non-Mackey about your status as a bottom, and being a Mackey bottom has nothing to do with wearing blue BVDs at a White party."

Kevin added more. "I was at the last White Party, and I wore blue BVDs. But it was because I broke a troop rule, not because I was a bottom. We'd like to have you in the troop, and if you are a bottom, none of the other scouts would ever be allowed to know that."

"Can two boys make me do both of them at the same time?" Mitchel Garvin asked. "You know, like one in the mouth and one from behind?"

"Again, I don't think there is a direct rule for that," Sandy said. "I'd be inclined to advise you to go along with it and tell Sheldon afterwards. I don't think Sheldon or the council would have a problem with that." He looked at Kevin and Tanner.

"I've never been asked to do it that way, but I agree with Sandy, I think you should probably accept it and enjoy it," Kevin said.

"Will doing this stuff make me gay?" Chris Corbin asked.

"No," Kevin answered immediately. "Think of it this way, if a gay person had sex with a girl, would it make him straight? It doesn't happen like that. You are either gay or straight, and you don't change." He noted a surprised reaction from Judge, but decided it was best to not ask the boy any questions right then.

"When can I say "No"? Someone in the back called out. Sandy didn't even see who it was.

"When you've had your maximum for the day. And as we've said before, if something unusual comes up, or if you're really sick, you can always ask to put it off instead of saying no."

The questions were finally dying off. Sandy was about to go get his shower when he saw Malcolm McEwen's hand go up again.

"What if it's someone like, uh, Tim Hardin? A lot of boys don't like me `cause of the way I've acted to other kids. But I couldn't be like you were. I couldn't stand it if someone did that to me."

"That was built up resentment," Sandy said. "Keep in mind, I was violating two rules at once with him. He tried to tell me I couldn't fuck him in public, and I did it anyway. And I let two kids watch without even being sure they were Mackeys. Please don't think that something like that will happen to any of you. This is why we want you to know the rules, to know how to act. So shit like that doesn't happen."

The room got quiet again and Sandy did a mental ten-count. He really wanted to go and take a shower.

"I'm glad you had questions, and I hope we've answered all of them. I'm going to go upstairs for a bit to get a shower, but I'll be back down. If you think of anything else, you can ask Kevin or Tanner, or I'll answer more when I come back."

"Fine with me," Kevin said. "I'm going to spend the night, and I'll answer any questions anyone has." Tanner offered to help as well.

"I suggest you guys have some fun." Sandy said with his eyes on his brother Stevie. He tried to convey `not that kind of fun,' but he guessed that was hopeless. "You can play any of the games on the Super Nintendo. We have a lot of multiple player games. And maybe you can talk Brad into letting you use his Gameboy. Finally, there's a whole bunch of board games over in the corner. We have the new Jumanji game, Where in the World Is Carmen Sandiego?, Monopoly, and a few others."

As he headed towards the stairs, Kelley Tucker grabbed his arm. He managed to keep from moaning, but if Kelley had a question he wanted to answer it.

"I know you want to get away. I don't blame you. I just wanted to say that this is exactly what the community needs. This was perfect, and I thank you for taking the time to answer all the questions. I had no idea so many of the guys had those worries. Thank you."

Sandy shook the offered hand with a firm grip. "Thanks for coming, and for what you said. I got in trouble for not knowing the rules, and I didn't think that was fair." They parted, and as Sandy headed for his room he knew that at some point he needed to spend more time with Kelley. He was a kid worth cultivating as a friend and potential ally.

Stevie followed him upstairs, and then to the room that Sandy and Brad shared.

"What do you need Stevie?" Sandy asked in exasperation.

"I just want to ask, uh, are you okay?" His expression showed that his question was sincere and that maybe he wasn't okay. Sandy took a few seconds to compose his response.

"I'm sore, more than I ever expected to be. But I'll be fine," he said, trying to sound pleasant. The truth was, he didn't know right then if he'd ever be fine again. "How about you? How are you doing?"

Stevie stepped forward and hugged him. "I wanted to be there. I was glad when you invited me. I don't know what I expected." The younger boy stopped talking but didn't release his hug.

"I wish I'd never seen that." Stevie let go of his big brother and tried to turn and leave.

"Wait, stop! Come here, please," Sandy said. Stevie stopped and turned, and the two boys sat on the bed together. Sandy saw that his brother had tears in his eyes.

"Look, that was bad. I don't deny it. But I'm okay. I've got you and Brad and Chass and my friends. That will be enough. You guys are not like Tim. Tim is pissed at what I did to him. But that kid Kelley stood up. He wasn't afraid. And then Kevin and Tanner defended Kelley. I don't think Tanner even liked Kelley before. That's what being a Mackey means. Standing up for others. And before it is your turn to be in a Choosing Ceremony, I'm going to try and find a way to keep that kind of stuff from happening. I don't know how yet, but I will try."

Sandy put his arm around his eleven-year-old brother's shoulders and pulled him to him. "Don't let that be a poison. Don't let it consume you from the inside. You witnessed it. That's all. Things will work out. Go and have some fun doing something. Ask questions. Meet guys you don't know. Those boys who are a year older than you are probably scared. They'd probably enjoy talking about something, anything that would take their mind off of what they face. Be that person. Show them your funny side. Tell jokes, you're okay at that."

"Kelley's little brother, Ethan," Stevie said without completing the sentence.

"What about him?" Sandy asked.

"He wanted, uh, he invited me, damn it." Stevie took a big breath. "He wants me to fuck him. He asked Daniel Mackey to do it, but he said `no.' Do you think we should?"

Sandy considered his answer for several seconds. He really needed to get into the bathroom, use the toilet and take a shower. But he knew his brother was important too.

"Well, I guess it's okay if you two do it. As neither of you can cum, I don't think those old Mackey rules would apply. But there's a lot of things I don't know yet, so it might be best to be extra careful until after the Choosing Ceremony."

Sandy looked at his younger brother and saw the uncertainty in his eyes.

"You can still do blow jobs. And I became a full Mackey with all rights and privileges tonight after Kevin fucked me. I'm gonna use that to the max. I plan to spend some time next week in the library at the clubhouse and go through the old archives they have there. I will do all I can to learn every single rule and bylaw the family has, so I can better protect Brad next Saturday, you next year, and even Chase. Not that he deserves it sometimes.'

Sandy ruffled his brother's hair and they both laughed at the crack about Chass. Their youngest brother could be a pain at times and Sandy realized the kid was harder on Stevie most of all. He would need to have a serious man to man with Chase one day. But now he needed a shit and shower.

Down in the basement, Kelley was watching as Ethan and one of the other boys his age were talking. He moved closer to where he could hear the conversation.

"His name is Judge, and he had a boner the whole time," Jared said to Ethan. "He had his hand down his pants, I'll bet his underwear is filled soaking wet." Jared and Ethan both giggled.

Ethan got up and looked around for Stevie and instead found Kelley's eyes on him. Kelley's face told him all he needed to know. He pointed to a spot back by the furnace where there weren't any mats.

"I'm sorry Kelley," he said when his brother followed him. "I know you don't like it, but I like what I like. You're my brother, but you're not in charge of me."

"I just want you to be careful. You saw what happened out there with Tim Hardin. And I looked at you. You were enjoying it. Did you wish you could jack off while watching Tim fuck Sandy?"

"No!" Ethan said, and again he looked to see if anyone was looking his way. "Okay, yeah, I wish I could have. It made me hard. But the same thing happened when Kevin and Tanner fucked him. It wasn't because of how Hardin did it. I liked watching Sandy get it."

"Okay, fair enough," Kelley said. "I guess I was just seeing your reaction to what Tim did and didn't see the whole picture. But I heard you say you want Stevie Jacobs to fuck you?" Do you think that's a good idea?"

"Who told you that?" asked Ethan angrily.

Kelley just gave his brother the `you can't lie to me look.'

Ethan got the message and answered,

"I don't know. Stevie wasn't going to ask Sandy for permission. Nor will I ask it from you. After all that happened at the white party, the sleepover tonight, and the Mackey Choosing Ceremony next week — it's got me horny all the time. And beating off just isn't enough. I'm sorry, I really am. Maybe I shouldn't let Stevie do it. Maybe I should stay here with you. Would that make you happy?"

Kelley looked hard at his kid-brother. "You're right. I can't run your life. Will you accept my apology? I reacted to what Tim did, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry Ethan. I've told you it's okay. Just be careful. Look at all the trouble Sandy got himself into. And you know there are people out there who want to use you. Just don't ever think that acting like Tim Hardin did today will ever be fine with me, okay?"

"Okay," Ethan said. Then in a total change in direction he said, "Jeremy told me. He told me you offered him a deal if he let me fuck him."

"And you did and you enjoyed it," Kelley said.

Anyone else would have been shocked that Kelley knew, but Ethan was his brother and he knew Kelley would see right through any lie or attempted deception he offered.

"Yeah, I did. Twice actually. Thanks, I guess. But you offered him a day with you to do anything he wanted. You didn't need to go that far. But it was great. That's why I was so into watching Sandy."

"And I've told you, stay away from Mackeys for now. Please at least until after the Choosing Ceremony is over."

But at the white party. . ."

"I don't want to talk about the white party," Kelley said sharply. Things were confusing enough as he tried to accept that Ethan was gay. He pointed over Ethan's head back towards the stairs.

"I think that's Stevie just coming down the steps now. Go and have some fun. But keep in mind, he's just watched his brother get fucked hard. He may not be feeling very much like doing anything. Don't push him."

"Yeah, got it. Thanks for the advice. And I'll never be like Tim. I couldn't ever hate anyone that much."

Kelley hoped he would always remain that way.

***

When Sandy came downstairs to the basement after getting cleaned up and putting on new boxers and a tee-shirt, he noticed the kids had split into several groups. About 6 were perched around the Super Nintendo Entertainment System and the family's old 21-inch television. There was another group playing some of the various board games. Monopoly appeared to be the most popular there. It was an old game but his brother, Brad, and his friend Cooper were arguing with Stephen Carrigan about something. Kelley Tucker was trying to play peace-maker and told all of them to shut up and he would read the rules that came in the box. And a third crowd, he had missed at first because they had moved some of the mats behind the furnace, were clearly playing strip poker. There was a large pile of clothes in the center of the group. It was no surprise to see his brothers Chass and Stevie, Ethan Tucker and Jared Tilton prominent here. What did cause him to raise his eyebrows though was the presence of Tolley, Seth, Bert, and Judge Mackey. Still feeling responsible for everything happening, Sandy went over to them.

"Everything okay here?"

Stevie looked up at his older brother and smiled. "We're playing for blowjobs."

"Yeah," confirmed Jared, "Once you're bare-assed, if you lose another hand you have to blow the guy with the cards that add up to the highest points."

"You want to play Sandy?" asked Ethan.

"Thanks guys, but I think I've done enough cock-sucking for one night. But you have a good time."

Before he walked away, he noticed the three gay boys were only wearing boxers, but most of the others were far better dressed. Oh well, at least someone's having fun tonight, he thought.

Sandy turned off the main lights and turned up the dimmer swishes on the 5 floor lights at the rear of the basement. You could still see well enough, but he hoped it might act as a hint for some of the guys to start setting up their sleeping-bags. However, the video and board games, and the strip-poker competition behind the boiler continued noisily for another hour or so.

It turned out that several of the boys did have questions they wanted to ask in private. Sandy, Kevin, and Tanner worked together to answer them, never rushing the kids or making them feel uncomfortable.

Gradually it got quieter as the night wore on and more and more of the boys turned in for some rest. Some were alone, but most were in pairs or little groups. Sandy notice that Brad and Cooper shared one mat. Stevie and Ethan were sprawled over three mats with Bert and Judge Mackey, and Chase was with Tolley and Seth. That was an interesting combination, he thought and he would ask his youngest brother about it in the morning. He noticed that Kevin was just finishing up what looked like an intense conversation with Mitchel Garvin. When the younger boy departed he called Kevin over to where they had set up their sleeping-bags. Sandy lent over and whispered to his friend.

"I know you have the right to fuck me whenever you want. But please, not again, not tonight. I'm really sore back there."

Kevin just smiled, pulled down Sandy's boxers (the only thing he was wearing by then) and went down on him. Before long, they ended up in the 69 position.

Kelley Tucker was finally able to get comfortable in his sleeping bag on the mat on the floor. Ethan was off with his buddy and a couple of the Mackey boys. He was pretty sure he was safe with that lot. One kid was snoring softly close by. In another part of the basement he heard boys giggling and a steady slurping sound coming from at least two different places. He decided to stay away from that for now. This whole boy on boy sex thing was still unsettling his mind. He didn't need to confront that just now. The night's events, especially with Tim Hardin, were upsetting enough. He fell asleep wondering how Sandy would handle Tim's return.

The next morning Sandy was woken by Tim Hardin kicking him as he was lying on the judo mat curled up with Kevin.

"Get up dip-shit. It's time for more fun," he said as he undressed. "First, a blowjob, and then the fuck I promised you. And just so you don't need to wonder about it, I jacked off twice before coming here this morning."

A couple of other boys started waking up upon hearing Tim, who wasn't shouting, but was talking loud enough to wake most of them.

"I'm not watching this," Malcolm McEwen said as he grabbed his shorts and got up. Nearly all of the boys who were awake followed him upstairs. Kelley and Kevin remained behind along with Chris Corbin, Dean, Judge, and Quentin. Kevin's brother Sean was going to stay, but the older boy convinced him to go upstairs and to make sure Brad left too.

Sandy's body was stiff and his ass was sore, but he got on his knees in front of Tim and took the offered soft dick into his mouth. He had understood when he accepted the Council's decision that this week would be one of the worst in his life, but the full import of that was being brought home now in relentless ways he had never envisaged.

It took some time to even get Tim hard, and longer to get him to cum. This time, Tim didn't spray it over his face, instead he shot it as far back into Sandy's mouth as he could and waited for Sandy to swallow every drop and lick his dick clean before withdrawing.

"Now, get it hard again, any way you can," Tim said. He moved to the bench Sandy and his dad had made and sat on it, giving the older boy access to him.

Sandy tried using his hands, but with limited success. However, he wanted this to be done, so he took Tim into his mouth once more and soon the bigger boy was hard again. Then Sandy pulled back and stood up and quickly grabbed the Vaseline to lubricate Tim as much as he could, using his hand at the same time to keep the cock hard.

Tim smiled as he stood up and allowed Sandy to lean over the table. He pressed his dick into the waiting ass, driving it deep inside with one long thrust while ignoring Sandy's loud moans of pain. Then he began to fuck him. He'd cummed three times in just under an hour, and was able to make it last for ten solid minutes before shooting the tiny amount of cum he had left into the unfortunate boy.

"I'll see you again this evening and we'll repeat it," Tim said as he dressed. He then just turned around and walked up the basement stairs without another word.

Kevin helped Sandy stand and dress. He was rock hard, but as much as he liked his friend's ass, he had no desire to use it after what he'd just witnessed. Once he was dressed, Kevin helped Sandy to his bedroom.

The rest of the party broke up soon after as parents arrived to pick up their boys. Kelley elected to walk home. He had a lot on his mind and didn't want to talk to anyone right at that moment. Ethan had seen that look on his brother's face before and knew he wanted some time to himself, so he rode home with his dad.

"How was the sleepover?" Chase Gavin asked his brother Jeff when he got home. Chase was thirteen and a half and wished he could have gone. But it was for the boys on the choosing list, not for big brothers. Except he'd heard rumors that a few older kids would be there.

"It was great," Jeff said. He had just turned twelve and was worried about the upcoming selection. The discussions at the sleepover had answered all of his questions and gave him at least a degree of comfort.

"Sandy Jacobs got fucked by three boys," Jeff said. "Kevin, Tanner, and Tim Hardin."

"What?" How did, why, I thought..."

"Sandy's a bottom's bottom now, and I'm not clear how it came about, but those guys now own Sandy's ass. It was kind of strange watching it take place right in front of me." Jeff glanced at his brother's crotch and saw the erection he expected. He was becoming surer every day that his older brother liked boys.

"You should have seen Judge Mackey," Jeff continued. "He made sure to get the best seat. And he tried to hide it, but he had a boner the whole time. That religion crap his family is big on wasn't keeping him from watching, that's for sure." The tent in Chase's pants twitched twice.

"And later on in the night there was a strip poker game with a whole bunch of guys. They were playing cards for blow-jobs. And later I saw Stevie Jacobs and Ethan Tucker sharing a sleeping place with Bert and Judge Mackey and I don't think much sleeping went on.

"But those guys are only ten," Chase said. He saw where his brother was looking and tried to readjust his dick. "Why were they there?"

"Well Ethan's 10, but Stevie's 11."

"I can tell you more if you want to hear. But shit bro. I know about you. I know your dick is hard just hearing about this stuff."

"Fuck you," Chase said as he got up. "You don't know shit about me." He wanted to hear more, much more about the sleepover, but his brother couldn't know how much he wanted to hear it. Or why. He left, and Jeff let him go without saying another word.

That night, Jeff knocked on his brother's door.

"Go away Jeff, I'm, uh, changing."

Jeff opened the door and saw that his brother was laying on his bed, naked, and until the door opened, jacking off. Chase tried to pull the sheet over him, but he was resting on top and couldn't move it.

"Get the hell out of here," he said. But as soon as he said it he became worried that he might have said it too loud and attracted the attention of Tilton, their 10-year-old younger brother, or worse yet, their mother.

Jeff entered and closed the door behind him.

"I know you don't want to talk about it, and I'm sorry for telling you things I knew would make you hard, but I had to be sure. It's okay if you like boys. I don't care. You've never done anything to me or Tilton, and that's all I care about."

There were tears forming in Chase's eyes. He'd gotten up and managed to cover his erection with the sheet. "I'm not gay Jeff," he said. "I can't be. It's just that, some guys, they look, uh, inviting. But I'm not gay."

"Okay," Jeff said. "But you might try to hook up with Judge Mackey because I'm pretty sure he is. And he's trying to hide it. All those brothers and cousins, and none of them know. Think how hard it must be for him to hide it from them. And he's all fucked up with that religious school he goes to and what they teach there. Maybe you could help him somehow. He needs someone he can trust to keep his secret."

Jeff could see his brother struggling to hold his emotions.

"You're cool. You're a great brother. This doesn't change how I feel about you. And you hide what you like very well. But I'm your brother, I see you more than anyone. I know, and I don't care. And I will never tell anyone. If I'm really wrong, I am truly sorry. But I don't think I am. Go and see Judge."

Jeff didn't wait for a response. He turned and left his brother's room, pushing the lock button just before he closed the door.

The very next day Chase was knocking at the door of Judge Mackey's house. He had no idea what he was going to say. He wasn't even sure he wanted to be here. But he trusted his brother.

"Hi," Joshua said as he answered the door.

Chase looked at the older boy, wondering how he could ask if Judge could come out and play. The truth was, Chase would rather play with the fourteen-year-old in front of him than with his twelve-year-old brother.

"You okay?" Joshua asked, still wondering why a boy he hardly knew was at his door.

"Hi, you must be here for Jeff's stuff," Judge said from behind his brother. "Let him in Joshua." Joshua stepped aside.

"It's in my room," Judge said as Chase entered the house. "Follow me." He took him to a room that clearly couldn't belong to a boy of twelve. There were toys scattered all over the floor.

"Sorry for the mess, I share the room with Sammy. He's eight." Judge closed the door as Chase entered.

"I, uh, don't know what stuff of Jeff's you might have," Chase said.

"That's because I don't have anything of his. But last night Jeff said you might stop by to talk to me about something important. But he wouldn't tell me what."

"I uh, I don't know what Jeff was thinking," Chase said, his confidence completely gone. "I'm sorry for bothering you. I should go."

"Jeff was pretty sure it was important. Maybe the room I share with Sammy isn't the best place to talk. How about we go for a walk?"

They left together, Judge in the lead. Joshua looked at them but didn't ask where they were going. Judge took them down the road past a few empty lots before turning off the street. He pointed up to a huge old oak where you could just make out a treehouse partly hidden behind thick branches.

"Joshua and Mark built that when they were twelve," Judge said. "I come here sometimes just to think. Not many other kids even know it's here. Mark is my cousin if you didn't know. He's the same age as Joshua."

Judge used a stick with a nail driven part way into it to reach and pull down a rope ladder and climbed up.

Chase was still horribly uncomfortable and had no idea what to say. He looked around and saw that no houses had a view in this direction. He followed Judge up to the treehouse and watched as the other boy pulled the ladder up behind him.

"Did Jeff give you any clue about what I was supposed to talk to you about?" Chase asked. The inside of the treehouse was tall enough to stand up in, and it had several old tatty chairs spread around. Judge took one and Chase took another.

"All he said was that you might come over to talk about something important," Judge said.

"Uh, how was the sleepover?" Chase asked.

"I don't think I'm supposed to talk about that," Judge said. "But it was okay. Well actually I had a lot of fun. I learned a lot of things I didn't know."

"Like what?"

Judge turned away and stared out the small window built into the wall of the treehouse.

"I used to sleep here with my cousins Daniel and Andrew a lot," Judge said. Then he trailed off. Chase waited to see if he'd continue.

"I, uh, had bad thoughts. Sinful thoughts," Judge said.

"You liked them in a different way," Chase said.

"Yeah, I guess. But thinking like that is a sin. I had to stop coming here. I remember standing right in front of the window next to Daniel peeing on the ground. Only I couldn't keep myself from looking at his penis. I should have prayed for forgiveness. And now god is punishing me by making me go to that stupid ceremony. And that's not the worst part."

Chase waited, but Judge didn't continue.

"So what is the worst part?" he asked.

"After the sleepover, and what I saw and did there, now I want to go to the ceremony."

Chase sat quietly for a few seconds to collect his thoughts.

"Look Judge, I don't go to church. I don't know if god is punishing you or not. But I do know that the boys aren't on the List because of god. It's just part of tradition. And, uh, last year, when I was there, I wanted to be there too."

For the first time since they'd entered the treehouse Judge turned and looked directly at Chase.

"You wanted to sin too?"

"I didn't even think of it as a sin. But yeah. I wanted to. I had to give a blowjob, and I enjoyed it. But I hide my feelings from everyone. Well, everyone except for Jeff I guess. He told me he thought you liked doing stuff like that too."

"HE KNOWS ABOUT ME?"

"He suspects. And he knows I enjoy doing that stuff too. He was right about me. And I trust him. He'll never tell anyone. But we need to be careful. Especially you. If you get made a bottom and people find out. . ."

"I kind of hope I do. But then god will punish me."

"Judge, maybe you've got it backwards. Maybe god knows what you like. Maybe he's the one who made you gay. Maybe this is your reward for being good. What if it isn't a punishment?"

"But it's a sin!"

"According to the people who don't like people like us."

It was quiet for a few minutes before Judge asked, "Have you ever had a boy's penis in your behind?"

"Judge, you sound like a little kid when you say it that way. No, I've never been fucked in the ass."

"Could I try it?"

"Yes," Chase said. "Yeah, if you want. I think I'd like that. And nobody needs to know about it except us. There are rules about it."

"Yeah, like it being a sin, I know all about that," Judge said.

"No, not those rules. Mackey rules. If you can cum and I let you fuck me, you could own my ass if you wanted."

"Come? Come where?" Judge asked, confused.

"Not come as in come here, C-U-M cum, the stuff that shoots out of your dick when you play with it. And I know you make cum because you got some on one of the younger boys you let put their mouth on your dick at the sleepover."

"How did you know that happened?" Judge said, suddenly very scared.

"Jeff guessed it. He's good at guessing. And he told me. So that I would know what to talk to you about. Do you want to fuck me?"

"I guess," Judge said.

"Then I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want to fuck me. Don't worry about the word being a sin, you'll get over it or you can confess it in prayer and ask for forgiveness. Just tell me you want to do it and you can."

It looked like it was a huge internal struggle, but Judge finally managed to say, "I want to fuck you." And then a second later he added, "In your ass."

"That's the way," Chase said. He looked out the window to make sure nobody was coming before stripping down. He saw that Judge was watching and instead of turning his back he let Judge see it all.

"You're big," he said. "Almost as big as Kevin Mackey. I got to see him fuck Sandy Jacobs last night. Him and Tanner and Tim Hardin."

"I'd like to hear all about that," Chase said. "But this first. Now fair's fair. Let me see you."

Judge was embarrassed, but he remained facing Chase as he undressed. His four and a quarter inches was already hard.

"I have to lubricate it first, and all I have is saliva," Chase said. He knelt down in front of Judge and took his dick into his mouth. Judge was so ready he almost brought him off twice before coating his dick properly. Then he turned and bent over.

"Go for it Judge," he said.

It only took two strokes.

"If you have to get fucked at the choosing, you can call on me. I'll be as gentle as I can," Chase said.

When Kelley arrived home, he was astounded to see his 9-year-old brother, Ashton, holding the front door of the house open for him.

"Err, hi Ashton," Kelley managed to choke out without thinking any more of it.

"You don't need to worry about your new friend," Ashton said. "The council will take care of him." Then, without another word, he disappeared back into the house and headed towards the kitchen. For the billionth time, Kelley wondered how his youngest brother knew these things. The Irish magic was strong with him. But he also knew, Ashton was never wrong.

A little later up in his room Kelley Tucker lay on his bed and thought hard about the Mackey and his Dad's need to keep that family, with all their crazy traditions, on side for the sole purpose of saving Indian Spring from the developers. The night's events and what happened to Sandy Jacobs acted as a catalyst that drew his mind back to his own recent experiences. He knew that if he lived to be a hundred, he would never forget the white party at the Brewers' house.