The Sandy Jacobs Story - Chapter 8A
Written by Charles Well <charles.well@yandex.com> and Sarge AKA Aldric <pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com>
(C) 2018) and Doc Sawzall.
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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.
This chapter is a flash-back to Kelley Tucker's experiences at the White Party at the Brewers' house. The only Mackey present is Kevin. He is there in his role as a member of scout troop 68A, and not because of any status he has in the family. The Near-Springers are Kelley and Ethan Tucker and Cal and Ben Brewer. The other boys at the party are out of towners. The rules that apply are those adopted by Scout troop 68A, under the direction of Scout master, Mr. Jonathan Brewer, who has lived in Indian Spring his entire life. The White Parties were frequent events when Mr. Brewer was growing up. He has now resurrected the concept.
Halford (Hal) Tucker (Adult) Lawyer. Father of Kelley (12), Ethan (10), and Ashton (9). Hal is the driving force behind the Indian Spring Community Integrity Association fighting redevelopment projects destructive of the community.
Casey Aaron Harris (12) Son of George and Lorilee Harris. Casey is a short haired, but still shaggy-headed dark hair boy that lived up at the front of Indian Spring and was the first boy to fuck Kelley Tucker. The Harris family are Near-Springers who had lived in the town for generations. They were one of the more well-to-do in the community. Casey's uncle, Steven Harris (then 12), had been made a limited bottom in 1967 with Hal Tucker (then 13), and Jason and Ryan Mackey (then 13 and 12 respectively) as joint owners. Steven's older brother, George, (Casey's father) never quite forgave Hal Tucker for negotiating this deal with the Mackey back in the 1960s.
Ashton Tucker (9) Youngest son of Halford (Hal) and Silvie Tucker. Brother of Kelley (12) and Ethan (10.5). A non-Mackey from Indian Spring. He appears to have some ability to foresee future events and may have the gift of magic.
The boys present at the party are: -
Boys in White BVDs
· Tony Mussante, 15.5 years old, `Moose' to his friends.
· Tommy Duncan, 13.5 years old twin brother of Tim.
· Tim Duncan, 13.5 years old brother of Tommy.
· Peter Smith, 13.0 years old.
· Able Wright, 12.75 years old.
· David Poor, 13.5 years old.
· Owen Jones, 14.5 years old.
· Adam Peters, 12.5 years old.
· Sam Perkins, 13 years old.
· Mike Kim, 14.5 years old.
· Mark Petros 12 years old.
· Benjamin Kohl 13.5 years old.
· Cal Brewer, 12 years old.
Boys not in the troop
· Ben Brewer, 10 years old.
· Ethan Tucker, 10.5 years old.
Boys in Gray BVDs
· Sam Jones, 13.5 years old.
· Jason Foster, 14 years old
Boys in Blue BVDs
· Aaron Hardy, 13 years old. Cousin to Cal Brewer on his mother's side.
· Kevin Mackey, 13 years old.
· Kelley Tucker, 12 years old
Twelve-year-old Kelley Tucker tossed and turned in his bed and only slept fitfully. There was so much happening in his life these days of such significant import, he found the restful sleep which had been the norm until just a few months ago was now elusive. At the sleepover at the Jacobs' house last night he had watched as a kid, only slightly older than himself, had been fucked multiple times in front of more than twenty age peers. It was the end of the twentieth century and that sort of thing should not be happening. But it did. And Kelley knew the boy who let it occur had done so out of some stupid moral obligation or duty he felt to his family. Not his immediate relatives, but an extended clan called the Mackeys that dominated everything in his little town. Was Sandy Jacobs an idiot to allow himself to be used this way? No doubt on that score!
But then Kelley rolled over in bed once again and thought back to his own recent experience. Was that only less than three weeks ago now? He remembered every moment of those two days in nauseating detail. He could never forget. He turned over once more. That day had started in bed as well.
Kelley could hear his dad coming up the stairs. He wasn't sure how he could explain why Casey Harris was sleeping in his bed.
"Time to get moving Kelley," his dad said as he knocked on the bedroom door.
Kelley had some time before he had to wake his two brothers. Ashton was being picked up at 7 and then he and Ethan were expected to be at Cal Brewer's house by 8.
All the events of the past few days came roaring back as a reminder of what today and much of tomorrow was going to be like. Kelley was resigned to his fate. After all, he'd only himself to blame. That and his sense of honor which would not allow him to back down and let his father's enemies gain any sort of advantage.
Stretching before getting out of bed, he mentally steeled himself for the events to come. No pun intended. Oh...he was not only fucked but he'd be bending over for most if not all of the boys in white BVDs. He'd be swallowing a fair bit of cum, and not all of it would be from boys on the cusp of early puberty. There would be boys ranging in age from 10 to nearly 16. While he wouldn't be the only one in blue briefs, Kelley was sure he'd be very popular.
Before waking Casey, he needed to take a dump and a shower. Kelley could only hope that Sunday afternoon would come quickly. As he entered the bath he saw an enema kit with instructions on the counter. Groaning in deep frustration and resignation, Kelley picked up the near final reminder of what was happening. He'd have to have Casey help him with the cleansing ablution, the first real indignity of the day. The second would be informing his father of the reassertion of Casey's ownership rights.
Cal was up, and in more ways than one. Today was the day he'd been waiting for. He'd fuck Tucker as many times as he could and not only plant his seed in his ass but make him swallow a load or two. Ever since he first saw Kelley Tucker skinny dipping down at the creek he'd had a fascination for that ass.
Cal had spent the past several days making sure the house was ready for the party. The pool was cleaned, lawn was mowed, horseshoes, croquet and badminton set up. The rec room in the basement was dusted, vacuumed, waxed and polished. The TV in the corner was all set for video games.
Camp mattresses were set out and covered with sheets and pillows. There were enough of these single-size mattresses set about so that the 3 blues and 2 grays would have plenty of room in which to `conduct' the business of sperm donations from a multitude of eager donors.
One of the mattresses was prominently and cleverly placed in the center of the room, making it possible for all to easily view and enjoy the action. The rules were posted at the bottom of the stairs on the door as you entered the rec room. On the other side of the door was a full-length mirror overlooking the mattress in the middle of the room.
The rec room fridge had been stocked with sodas, bottles of water, juices, sandwiches and finger foods. Chips, brownies and other snacks lined the counter.
Showered and cleaned out, Tucker went back to his bedroom and dressed in his blue BVDs and a t-shirt and baggy shorts while Casey put on yesterday's clothing. Slipping his feet into his sneakers he headed to Ethan's and Ashton's rooms to wake them for the day while Casey finished up in the bathroom.
Once both boys were ready they headed down to the kitchen. Kelley wanted to see if he could put something into his nervous stomach. He replayed in his head the conversation he was going to have with his father regarding Casey Harris.
Casey on the other hand was nervous for a similar yet different reason. He hoped Kelley's father wouldn't be too upset with him for re-claiming Kelley's ass...his ass now, to do with as he needed.
Walking through all the areas where the White Party was to take place Cal fussed about. Everything outside was ready, the rec room never looked any better, yet Cal was antsy. His father had shut down any attempt to have the right sort of Mackey present. There was simply no discussing it. If Kevin Mackey hadn't broken a troop rule at the last minute, there wouldn't have been any Mackey presence at all. That would have made enacting his plan much more difficult.
Regardless, Kelley Tucker was going to swallow his load before he fucked him royally. He was going to plant his cock deep in Tucker's ass just as many times as he could get away with. His blowjobs and fucks didn't count for how many Kelley could give in a day.
The more he thought about it, being the host with first rights to Tucker's mouth and ass was very appealing. First, he'd fuck that oral cavity with all watching. And when it was time, he'd take Tucker on the center mat in front of the full-length mirror. With everybody watching he'd plant his dick as deep as he could as he nutted inside him.
He was pissed he'd missed his chance with Ethan Tucker. He had Ethan stroking him and was well on the way to rock solid hard in his pants before his father walked in. He nearly had that sweet set of lips sucking on him. Given more time he was sure he'd get Ethan to bend over. He'd got so frigging close and now it was like a brick wall was in the way. Nevertheless...Tucker was definitely going to pay and end those frustrations.
Hal Tucker was beyond frustrated, exasperated and just plain beat. Kelley hadn't gone behind his back per the agreement they'd made in their last discussion. Technically, he hadn't snuck around. Instead the Harris boy had a change of heart regarding the whole sordid mess and he'd come here seeking out Kelley.
Sitting across from Hal with bowls of cereal in front of them, the two expectantly nervous boys awaited his decision on the awarding, no...confirming the right of one Casey Harris to his son's ass.
"Kelley, are you comfortable? Are you ok with all of this?" Hal asked. "You understand your responsibilities and obligations? The pledge you need to abide by...live up to?"
Clearly uncomfortable with his father's comment Kelley squirmed in his seat. He looked down for a moment trying to avoid his father's steely gaze but failing that he looked up and replied "Yes Dad."
Turning to Casey, Hal asked essentially the same question.
"Casey...do you understand fully what this means? Your obligation to not misuse my son, to treat and deal with him fairly. To act with decency when the two of you are alone?"
"I will Mr. Tucker. I promise that I will never abuse my rights or embarrass or demean Tucker in any way," replied Casey.
"Then fine," Hal replied grimacing. "Your rights to Kelley's backside are in force. The conversation of the other day never happened and I assume you made use of those rights last night?"
"Dad," Kelley groaned wishing he could slink under the table.
"Well did you Casey?" Hal pointedly asked knowing if events were to transpire as needed in the future, he had to be sure. If he didn't then there was precious little time before they had to leave for the White Party. What an odd feeling Hal thought. Here he was asking if his son was fucked last night before sending him out to be used both orally and anally by a large number of boys.
Shaking his head in the affirmative Casey struggled to find his voice and worse yet, look Kelley's father in the eyes. "Yes sir, I did."
"How many times?" Hal demanded.
"Dad, please...enough...please Casey did what he needed to do. He knows what he needs to do to keep the rights." Kelley sighed.
"Kelley," Hal continued in a softer vein, "You have no idea of other events surrounding the White Party. And of all the possible outcomes, we all need to remain true to Mackey Rules as well as White Party rules."
"It is critical if we're going to save Indian Spring, our home, and the homes of our neighbors. All I have ever wanted is to see this community remain unbroken. Because some want easy cash at the expense of others this community is being torn apart."
"So, Casey...you need to answer the question. If push comes to shove and we are called to account, we can all operate from the same truths."
Reverting to lawyer mode Hal needed to ask the following, somewhat painful questions:
"Casey...Do your parents know you are here?"
"No sir."
"Will you be missed this early in the morning?"
"No sir."
"You managed to find a way to come over to our house, late last night, and meet up with Kelley, correct?"
"Yes sir."
"In your discussions with my son you indicated or asked for the `rights' back to my son as yours per the Mackey Rules?"
"Yes sir."
"Did you enjoin with my son as per the custom of the Mackey Rules?"
"Yes sir."
"How many times Casey?"
"Three times sir."
"Thank you, Casey, you may go now and I expect to see you here next week before you go back to school. You will spend some time ensuring your rights remain in full force and effect."
"Thank you, sir."
"And Casey, if your parents ask or find out if you were out all night, tell them you were here with my permission. When this is all over and done, I will have a further discussion with your father as to the upcoming frequency of your visits."
"Will do sir and thank you sir."
Sitting back down at the table Hal placed his head in his hands and audibly groaned into what was left of his cornflakes. Kelley got up to clear the table when Hal stopped him. "I'm not mad or disappointed in you Kelley. In fact, I'm rather proud of you for doing what is right. Understand this. So long as you continue to do so and your brothers follow in your footsteps then all of this will end up as we want it to."
"Look at me son...I loved you when you were born, I loved you just as much as a week ago and today I love you more than I thought possible."
The dam of shame and guilt burst wide open. Kelley couldn't help but fly into his father's arms and release the humiliation and culpability he'd been carrying. At that moment he felt nothing but the unconditional love of his father.
"Kelley, I know you have a lot on your mind. I'm concerned about Cal. I need you to watch over your brother, make sure he understands that he needs to stick to the white BVDs. After this if he so chooses to follow a different course then we will deal with it at that time. We'll love him just the same. If he comes out of this party in his whites and backside intact, then all other issues are of minor nature."
"Go into this party and do what is expected of you. Hold your head up and know if you remain unbroken then we will prevail in this fight. It is a lot to ask of you, but you can do it."
Unbeknownst to either Hal or Kelley, Ashton had walked into the room, fully dressed holding an empty cereal bowl. Placing it on the counter he walked over to Kelley and grabbed him in a hug.
Looking up into Kelley's eyes he motioned his head down before saying,
"It won't turn out like you think. It will be hard, but you'll come out okay. Another boy won't be as lucky." He paused for just a second before saying, "Doorbell, it's my ride."
Ashton walked out of the kitchen as the doorbell rang. Hal and Kelley just sat there wondering what the heck had just happened.
Ethan joined them and Hal reviewed the list of White Party rules with both of them.
"There will be thirteen boys from the troop in white BVDs, three wearing blue BVDs, including you and Kevin Mackey, and two in Gray BVDs. And Ethan of course. The rules are those adopted by Troop 68."
Hal slowly went through the list of rules.
"No blue or gray is expected to service anally more than two whites per hour and no more than 4 anal entries per day, but for this party, that doesn't include Cal. There is also a limit of 6 boys for oral sex, but again, this doesn't include Cal."
"Shit," Kelley said softly. "Why doesn't Cal's count?"
"For the reason you are going. Blue and gray BVDs are assigned to boys who broke various troop rules. But for boys not in the troop, Mackey rules state if you have been screwed by someone who shoots and you go to a White Party you must go in Blue BVDs and make up a reason for it. As we discussed, as far as anyone at the party knows, it is for things you supposedly said about Cal and your brother Ethan, so you might want to think up what you supposedly said just in case someone asks. I've already given Jonathan Brewer a few examples of things you supposedly said about Cal."
Kelley frowned. They'd discussed it, but anyone who knew him would know he'd never say anything bad about Ethan. Cal, however, was believable.
When he didn't say anything, his dad continued.
"You will be allowed to `freshen up' once an hour. The hours for today start at eight o'clock and end at midnight; and for tomorrow, 8 am until 2 pm. Between those hours is free time. There will be an hour break at from 11 am until noon and from 6 pm until 7 pm for food, drink, and rest."
"You can insist that the penis of any boy be clean before providing oral sex. For anal sex, you have to accept any position requested. Cal, as host, has first use of any boy in blue or gray. And you may be asked by Cal to surrender your blue BVDs with a thank you note and your signature written on it. You have extra pairs for that reason. There will be signup sheets so you know the order of boys. No physical abuse will be tolerated, and a boy who violates this rule will be punished by troop rules."
"Any questions?" he asked when finished with the memorized list of rules.
Neither of them had one, so it was time for them to leave.
When the last of the guests had arrived, Cal introduced everyone since they didn't know Kelley and Ethan as they weren't in the troop.
Then, Cal had everyone gather around him in the center of the rec room. He read the rules, paying particular emphasis to his rights as host. He explained why Kelley and Ethan were there, and that his dad left it up to him whether or not his brother Ben could attend. Boys who knew Ben looked around and saw he wasn't there.
Because of the size of the group and the time allowed, Cal further explained the need for sign-up sheets for use of the blue and gray boys.
"Can we sign up more than once for the same boy?" Tim Duncan asked.
"As long as the maximum use isn't violated, yeah," Cal said with the disappointment sounding in his voice. He hated that rule. At least this time it didn't apply to him.
"I won't sign Kelley's sheets because with him I get first use. You guys can fight for the other two blues, Aaron and Kevin, and for Sam and Jason who are in gray. You should ask Sam and Jason before you sign up because they are allowed to refuse two times. I'm going to focus my attention on Kelley."
Mike Kim was first to get to the sign-up sheets and put his name down on Kelley's for first blow job today after Cal and last fuck tomorrow afternoon. The boys all crowded around these important papers for the 3 blues and two grays and nearly every slot was taken. The boys weren't obligated to use their time slots and could pass them on or trade and Cal knew that would result in some spirited bidding and trading for the various openings if a boy who had signed up was willing to pass.
"Okay, let's get this party started," Cal yelled once the sign-up sheets had been completed. "We're going to start with the blowjobs first and see how long that takes. I'm guessing we'll get to the really fun part sometime after lunch."
His eyes locked onto Kelley.
"Tucker, right here," he said, pointing to the mattress in the center of the rec room. He grabbed one of the barstool chairs and had Kelley kneel in front of him on the mattress as he sat on the stool.
"You can have the honor of removing my WHITE BVDs and have a look at what you're about to suck," Cal said. "Not only am I going to cum in your mouth, I'm going to let you get me hard. So get started."
Kelley looked at the soft 3 inches of young male flesh that would soon grow. He knew he had to do it, but understood Cal was doing his best to make him feel inferior. The cock already had a hint of pre-cum showing at the piss hole, and at the base of that shaft was a group of still-developing pubic hairs; somewhat more than Kelley's, and so much more daunting at this intimate proximity.
"Open up," Cal said as he pushed his dick against Kelley's lips.
"Oh, yeah, that's good, keep doing that," he added as Kelley leaned forward and took the dick in all the way and began to suck on it.
Once fully erect, Cal used his feet as his driving force as he held Kelley's head. He rocked steadily and self-assuredly into Kelley's mouth, face-fucking him without any sign of remorse or consideration.
Kelley tried to block out the foul comments the other boy used throughout his oral dominance. Kelley knew the kid was close to filling his mouth with cum. Cal kept Kelley's nose pressed up against the pubic hair above the root on his inward thrusts. The scent was one he would never forget.
It was clearly obvious Cal was close. Every pair of eyes were focused on where the action was happening. Cal's heavy breathing was the first clue to his audience that the climax was imminent. Real honest sperm was about to fill Kelley Tucker's mouth. Most of the eighteen other boys looking on were also erect.
"I'm about to shoot, but don't you dare swallow," Cal got out just as he began to fill Tucker with his seed.
Four and a half good volleys of cum flowed over the back of Kelley's tongue and filled his mouth. As commanded, Kelley didn't swallow. He felt his cheeks flush as Cal's dick softened in his mouth. Finally, when the last burst of cum was spent, he withdrew.
Stepping from his barstool chair Cal tilted Kelley's head up.
"Open up and show them," Cal said to him. "Show them how much cum I fed you. Then you can swallow it down."
Kelley had never before been so mortified as the recipient of such an unjust and, worse yet, witnessed act.
"Okay, I'm good for now. Use the sign-up sheets and get started having fun," Cal told his guests.
Mike Kim gave Kelley a minute to recover. Like others in his scout troop, he was a little shocked at Cal's treatment of the other boy.
Mike enjoyed scouting and the White Parties. Not only did it get him out of the house from his overly protective parents, it allowed him to enjoy the sexual release he so often craved. While he could be the `pitcher' in both oral and anal sex he had a hankering, and a strong one at that, to be the `catcher' on both sides of the `plate.'
Like others before him, Mike quickly noticed just how fuckable Kelley's ass appeared and he was very much looking forward to tomorrow. For now, he was ready to cum in Kelley's mouth. Cal's actions nearly ruined the moment. Mike had been rock-hard as it all went down and while not as hard now, he knew it would only take moments for it to stiffen again.
"Hi," he said as he sat next to Kelley. "I'm Mike. Mike Kim."
Even as Kelley took his hand, Mike noticed the change come over the boy. The look of abject defeat and humiliation was erased in a split second and a more confident boy emerged.
"Here, you probably need this," Mike said, offering Kelley a bottle of water. He guessed that a change of location might be a good idea as well.
"How about we go out to the pool?"
Kelley took the offered hand and said, "I'm Kelley, but most call me Tucker or Tuck. And thanks for the water."
"I'm guessing you're next on the list," Kelley said to him as they walked out to the pool.
"I am," Mike said hesitantly. "Look, to be honest, I'm not very happy with what Cal did. It isn't something that belongs at a White Party, and I'm sure his patrol leader will find a way to make amends, not that it would do you any good."
"I, uh, said some pretty rude things about Cal. I was supposed to be here visiting for the weekend, and instead my dad thought this would be a way to make me learn to mind my tongue. If you want to start I'm ready."
Tucker took a long appraising look at the Asian teen walking beside him. Mike Kim was about five feet ten inches tall and no more than 130 pounds. His two years of JV Track and Field and one year of High School track and Field had sculpted his body.
"You wouldn't happen to be related to Flint, Kai, and Quentin Mackey, would you?" he asked out of curiosity.
"Cal asked me that very same question once. No, I'm Korean on my dad's side, but his father moved here before either of my parents were born.
Mike had a cute, (did I just think that? Tucker asked himself) winsome smile and piercing dark eyes that smoldered as you looked into them. More to the point there was a discernable gentleness that was clearly lacking in many other boys Tucker had encountered.
Tucker found his eyes traversing southward to Mike's bulge, where he saw there was no discernable glans. To his eyes it was clear that Mike was more hard than soft and there was an appreciable length to him.
Somewhere, deep inside, Mike Kim had struck a chord of desire in Tucker as partially evidenced by a slight chubbing in his Blue BVDs. He wanted to see Mike naked and hard, and there was a deep desire to bring him to completion.
As they walked to a quiet corner of the yard, Kelley grabbed a cushion off one of the chaise lounges. Mike led him next to a utility shed and Kelley lowered himself on to one end of the cushion while resting his back against the shed. By now it was more than evident that Mike was hard. There was a small damp spot at the end of his length.
"Are you sure you're ready to do this?" Mike asked in a husky voice fraught with desire. "After what Cal did I don't want to force you into anything you don't want to do."
Instead of answering, Tucker slid his hand over the cock that was still concealed inside Mike's BVDs. As it reached the end, he hooked his fingers under the band and pulled it up and away from the older kid's body, freeing the needy cock trapped within.
Mike allowed Tucker to pull them down off his hips, past his knees and feet. Then Kelley tossed them aside on the grass.
Tucker looked with amazement at the sight of the naked boy in front of him, flawless skin unblemished with just a wisp of a treasure trail leading down to curly hairs at the base of his six-inch uncut erection that was keeping time with the heartbeat of its owner.
Mike felt Tucker slowly retract his foreskin and lean over and take him into his mouth. If there was a heaven on earth Mike was there. He was damned sure there was a kindred spirit, and while Tucker may not know it, they both had similar, deep-seated desires.
There was more cock than Tucker could reasonably swallow so he went down as far as he could. There was a musky taste to the uncircumcised boy that wasn't unappealing. His cock wasn't fat, rather it had a thinness that belied its length--a length not normally found on someone so young and slender.
As Tucker bobbed up and down on his shaft Mike gently thrust his hips to match the motion. The combination of both movements was pure bliss. Mike felt the hand massaging his balls drift over his perineum in delicate tracing swirls. Every now and then a finger would partially cross his wrinkled opening sending jolts of pure pleasure directly to his brain.
It didn't take a rocket scientist for Kelley to see what worked for Mike as he continued his ministrations. As much as Tucker found himself enjoying this, it was still sex of obligation, but with a difference. There was nothing forced, demanded or coerced. It was simply two young boys enjoying themselves.
Mike was next to delirious. He had never experienced anything quite like this. He'd had a few BJ's at other White Parties but nothing on this level. The slickness of Tucker's mouth and hand massaging his dick combined with the nascent teasing of his anus was getting too much to bear.
Tucker found better access to the underside of Mike's testicles and the delights beneath. Whenever he felt Mike swell in his hand and mouth or thrust a bit too urgently, he would slow his pace down a bit. With every downward motion he'd retract the foreskin with his lips and raise it on the upward.
Tucker felt Mike's hand on his back casually rubbing those areas he could reach, those motions lighting an inner fire in Tucker. Mike's hand found the waist band of Tucker's blue BVDs and let it slip inside.
Suddenly, Mike's hand went rigid as his body tensed upwards. He sucked air into his lungs. Tucker sensed the coming ejaculation, the tensing body, the determined thrust upward as he forced his lips and pushed the foreskin downward. The hand gently stroking his testicles and perineum found his anal opening and pressed inward. It set Mike off and Tucker felt the anal lips grasp his finger as each ejaculatory discharge filled his mouth.
Kelley opened his eyes and noticed for the first time that Cal was standing there, flanked by Ben and Ethan.
"It took long enough," he said. "My dad told me that you said my dick was shorter than even a ten-year-old's, and now we're going to see if you're right. Lower your briefs boys."
Ben and Ethan both looked confused and angry and Kelley knew they had nothing to do with this. But they both lowered their white BVDs, as did Cal.
"Now, get all three of us hard, and then you will do the same thing you did with Mike to the one with the longest dick, which will be me of course. Start with my brother and get him hard."
Kelley took one look at poor Ben. He had 2" hanging down, covering his tight ball sack. As Kelley looked, it began to come to life on its own, and it only took a few strokes with his hand to bring Ben's dick to life. It now stuck out just over 3" from his front.
"Now your brother," Cal said. "You can use your mouth, as long as he doesn't cum, I don't think it will count. In fact, I'm sure of it, so use your mouth until he's hard."
Not having a choice, Kelley did as instructed. He'd had Ethan's dick in his mouth before, and he was sure the boy had signed at least one of the sheets, but this was different, and very unpleasant. Even Ethan was looking anywhere but at his brother.
The moment he could feel all of Ethan's hard 3.5" in his mouth Kelley pulled back.
"Now me," Cal said with a smile. "Get me hard, and we'll compare."
For the second time, Kelley had Cal's soft dick in his mouth. He worked to quickly get him hard and end this.
"Now, who has the longest dick?" Cal asked. "Say it."
A few of the other boys had gathered around to watch. Kelley thought that Cal was making a huge mistake, but he wasn't about to say anything. Although Cal was bigger, he was comparing himself to boys who were two years younger than he. And, comparing the three dicks together, Kelley thought that just perhaps Ethan nearly tied for the longest. But Kelley knew the response he had to give.
"You do."
"Then suck me, just like you did with Mike."
Three minutes later the show was over. Kelley hadn't noticed when Ben and Ethan left. Hopefully it was as soon as he had started. There were also fewer other scouts still watching. Even Mike had left.
Tucker needed a shower, a cold shower or he wasn't going to last through the day. The dichotomy was tugging at the deeper recesses of his brain. As repugnant and ugly as his time with Cal was, his time with Mike had been therapeutic and restorative.
Tucker realized he was at war with himself. A struggle to find his balance with everything going on about him and to him. Part of him realized that there was a duty he was obligated to, for the good of Indian Spring, his family and himself. Cal was a first-class asshole and Kelley shuddered to think what would happen after lunch.
Tucker knew he would be subjected to another degrading humiliation. And now he knew he could internalize it, he simply had a role to play, was a mere participant. A tool to be used. Then there was Mike Kim and the disquieting, soul disturbing issue that reached into the depth of his being. In comparison to his experience with Cal, distasteful as it was, his time with Mike was the polar opposite. And that disturbed him greatly. As with both Casey and Cole, there were moments that showed him what might be.
It was too much to process at the moment, far too much he realized as he rinsed off. Toweled off and back in his blue BVDs, teeth brushed and mouthwash gargled, Kelley headed back to the rec room to see what awaited.
Adam Peters, aka Gunsmoke to his friends, watched Kelley cross the room coming towards him. This was his second White Party and by far the hottest. All the boys in blue and gray were spectacular, but Kelley stood heads and shoulders apart and now he was gonna have a chance to jizz in his mouth.
Adam wasn't a shy boy, and his travel down the hormonal highway had caused several interesting changes. It was rare he wasn't hard and needing to cum.
He earned his nickname on one of his last scout camping trips. The adults were off to the lodge for a meeting. Scouts, being the boys they were, had contests; who could piss the furthest, or piss the longest playing fireman on the campfire.
One of the scouts commenting on Tony "Moose" Mussante's size, warned him to be careful.
"Someone could certainly lose an eye if you swing that thing about too much."
Then another scout suggested a contest to see who could shoot the furthest. The target would be a candle on the picnic table. After dithering back and forth, the boys agreed upon a reasonable distance.
One by one everyone toed up to the line. While several boys came close, none hit the candle. Adam dropped his trousers and underpants and stepped up announcing in a horrible western accent, "Well pardners, seems like we might be out of bullets and that horse stealing varmint may just get away," He was rapidly stroking his solid 4-inch cock. "Boys...I'm afeared someone just might lose an eye and it'd be best iffin y'all stand off to the side. This ain't a trick to try at home boys, I saw it on Gunsmoke".
Now Adam hadn't had a chance to cum all day and the fingers so furiously manipulating his turgid 4" member, were now working overtime. The blunt end of Adam's dick darkened in coloration as it swelled to its maximum girth. His hand buried at the root of his shaft, flattening his fair to middling pubes. Taking half a step back as he released a jet-propelled wad of reasonably thick cum.
As it flew towards the candle it was followed by a second shot. It was totally unnecessary. The first shot was dead on and extinguished the flame, the second hit the candle half way up.
***
Kelley noticed the tent in Adam's white BVDs as he walked over to him. He clearly knew what this next boy wanted. These scouts were here for a reason, to use his mouth and ass along with the other blue and gray boys. If the White Party were to be successful, then the guests should enjoy themselves, however they wished to do so.
Adam was growing into an elfin teen. He had slightly slanted eyes with a face full of freckles that spread to his shoulder blades and green eyes and auburn hair. A crooked smile was the only hint that there was some trepidation. But not a lot. After all, he'd been through this before. At his first White Party, Adam was concerned about the openly gay nature of the events he witnessed. However, he adapted quickly and had a couple of blue boys drain him satisfactorily. He wasn't sure regarding anal and passed on that at that party. But seeing Kelley Tucker had him rethinking his hesitation.
"Good morning," Kelley said to Adam.
"Morning to you as well," Adam responded pleasantly.
"Anywhere in particular you would like to do this? I see you're more than ready." Kelley looked downward with a smile.
"Uh...mmm ah...How about the couch?" Adam suggested.
Before Adam sat on the couch Kelley lifted his white BVDs out and away from his body. He noticed that Adam had a respectable tool. Like Kelley his balls were hairless and by the way they were hanging looked like they would have a decent load to deliver. He removed Adam's briefs completely.
Kneeling down in front of the boy Kelley observed the sparse brown hair that looked to be growing wild at the base of Adam's dick. It was thicker, and more matted than his own pubes.
Kelley reached for Adam's erection, stretching the loose skin as he gave it a couple of strokes. Adam watched Kelley's mouth open and the tongue reach out. As the lips went over the engorged helmet, the tongue shot out and worked itself around the whole of the head.
"Oh, shit!! That's so good, don't stop...don't stop!"
Kelley felt Adam's hand softly rub his head, his fingers moving through his hair. Adam gently pushed Kelley's head deeper onto his cock as Kelley pressed downward, and the pressure on his head lessened on the upstroke. Knowing the boy was close Kelley increased the pace and gently fondled the tight nutsack and then...
It was as if someone had taken a squirt gun and placed it into Kelley's mouth and pulled the trigger. Twice Kelley felt Adam's cum blast into the roof of his mouth. As the first blast ran down and coated his tongue, the second followed just as quickly with the third filling his mouth.
As Adam finished, Kelley slowed and let him soften in his mouth. The testicles, once so firm in the scrotal pouch drawn tight with the orgasm, relaxed in his hand. At the last of Adam's orgasmic spasms, he gave the now flaccid cock one last cleaning.
****
Kelley had a short break before the next name on the list was scheduled. It would be Sam Perkins. He didn't mind the delay. It gave him an opportunity to observe one of the other boys getting sucked by Kevin. He'd met Kevin a few times but didn't know a lot about him. And he wondered why Kevin was here in blue BVDs.
Kelley noticed he didn't see Cal anywhere, nor his brother. Worried that Ethan might not have remembered the warning he'd been given about allowing himself to be fucked, Kelley went looking.
He found Ethan in the pool, naked, with a similarly dressed Mike Kim. Neither of them had an erection. Mike was playfully tossing Ethan up into the air. Trusting Mike, Kelley went back into the house, still curious about what had happened to Cal. He didn't trust that kid for a second.
As he entered a hallway, he heard Cal's voice from the room at the opposite end. He stopped and listened to the whispered conversation.
"All you have to remember is that your cue to start comes when you see the Duncan twins start," Cal said.
Before Kelley could hear anything more, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs behind him. He quickly retreated and reached the bottom of the stairs at the same time as Ben Brewer.
Ben was as sexually charged as he'd ever been. All he could think of was he wanted to experience some of what he knew was taking place downstairs.
Since the moment his brother had brought him out of the room he'd been confined to, he knew what was going on. He'd heard all the discussions about rules between his dad and Cal. And he wanted to take part. Jacking off in his room just wasn't cutting it.
"Hey Ben, you okay?" Kelley asked. "Other than that one time, I haven't seen you."
Ben wasn't sure what to say. He didn't have permission to be here, and if Cal found him he'd be in trouble.
"I was, uh, going down to get something to eat," Ben said. Kelley could sense in him a different desire.
Before Kelley could speak, Cal came up behind them. Able Wright and Jason Foster were with him. Neither one looked happy.
"You guys know my brother Ben?" Cal asked, sounding polite and happy.
Able and Jason said hi to Ben before pushing past and returning to the rec room.
"I was just getting something to eat," Ben said nervously.
"You know, maybe I was wrong to order you to stay in your room," Cal said. "Do you want to be downstairs?"
Ben couldn't hide his smile as he said, "Yeah."
"Okay, but if you're going to be down here you need to participate. The blowjobs you get and fucks you give won't count `cause you're so small, just make sure you tell that to any boys you hook up with. How about we start with Kelley here, in your room, then you can come downstairs."
Ben was immediately suspicious, as was Kelley, but his desire to participate overrode his sense of caution. He led the way to his room, with Kelley reluctantly behind him and Cal bringing up the rear.
"Tell him to blow you," Cal said to his brother. "And then you can go and get something to eat." Cal sat on the chair in front of Ben's desk.
"You're going to watch?" Ben asked, wishing his brother would just leave and let him do this alone.
"Not you Ben, I know you are getting old enough to know what to do. I want to watch Kelley, the boy in blue briefs. I want to watch him give you a blowjob. It'll be okay. Just get undressed and ask him."
Ben was stuck. He wanted it. But he didn't want to be part of his brother's plan to hurt Kelley who had always been nice to him. Besides, he was Ethan's older brother. But he knew that at this point Cal wasn't going to leave unless he did it. If he didn't, he'd be sentenced back to his room for the rest of the day and most of tomorrow.
Getting undressed didn't take long as all he had on was his white briefs and a short pull-over shirt. He took the briefs off and sat on his bed. With his legs parted, he beckoned Kelley over to him.
Kelley also knew what Cal's purpose was. He didn't care about the needs, sexual or otherwise, of Ben. This was all about him. He looked at Ben's bald cocklet, a stiffy just over three inches hard. The scrotal pouch was so tight to his body it was impossible to tell if there was anything contained within.
Taking the young boy's cock into his mouth, Kelley swirled the tip of Ben's stubby penis eliciting appreciative moans and groans from the boy. Not more than three minutes passed before Ben crashed into dry orgasmic explosion. Somewhere in that time Cal had left the room. Kelley hadn't seen when he disappeared.
Kelley gave Ben some time to recover. He wanted to give the boy a different outlook from Cal.
"Remember Ben, when having sex with another person, they are part of what you are doing...one half of the equation so to speak. Never forget they have feelings too, and when having sex, they should be equal in giving and receiving. Always try to be considerate and respectful."
Cal was standing outside the door to Ben's room. He had to leave, his dick had gone erect watching Kelley suck off his brother. But he couldn't beat off. He had to save all of his sperm for later. He needed to fuck Kelley at least twice today and again tomorrow. And by the end of the party both Kelley and Ethan would be in his trap.
Thirteen-year-old Sam Perkins was waiting for Kelley when he returned to the rec room. He introduced himself and took a seat on the couch next to him.
"Sorry about Cal. He gets like that sometimes when he doesn't get his way," Sam said. "Although it seems like he's getting everything he wants at this party."
"Cal Brewer never gets everything he wants," Kelley said. He paused before realizing that might not have been the wisest thing to say. "I mean..."
"I know what you mean," Sam interrupted. "You don't have to worry about saying rude stuff to me about Cal, I won't tell him. But he's being especially prickish today. I guess you live here and you see him all the time. I only see him at meetings and campouts. If you're sure you're ready?"
Well...no time like the present Kelley thought as he pulled Sam's BVDs down and off. Sam used his thumb at the base of his erection to point it towards the other boy. He was a veteran of a few White Parties and like many others looked forward to using the blue and gray boys' mouths and asses.
Sam also knew to pace himself for maximum enjoyment. He'd let Kelley eat his cum, play a few video games, swim in the pool and generally relax till it was time to bend one of them over this afternoon. He'd yet to make up his mind between Kelley Tucker and Aaron Hardy and more than likely he'd find time to do them both before tomorrow was over.
He could feel Kelley's breath on his cock as the boy took it in. Sam watched as the other boy lowered his head and stuck his tongue out. A shiver ran through Sam as the tongue traced his urethra from the base of his cock to the very glistening tip.
Sam looked past the bobbing head and saw Tommy Duncan with a tent showing. Fuck, he thought to himself, anyone witnessing what this kid was doing would have a similar issue.
Sam's cock had a growing need that started to drive the process. With both hands holding Kelley's head, he started to thrust forward. That, combined with the suckling action on his member and Tommy's voyeuristic fascination on what was happening before his eyes, was what got the sperm train rolling towards its last stop.
Arching his back, Sam tilted his head and with one last groan he flooded Kelley's mouth with squirt after squirt of real teen boy cum. It was all the bottom boy could do to swallow the thick globs of sperm filling his mouth.
***
Tommy Duncan knew he wouldn't last long. Fuck, after watching what Kelley Tucker just did to Adam and Sam his dick was leaking precum and twitching like crazy. He knew he and his brother were next up and he would be mortified if he didn't make it past a few strokes and a suck.
Taking a deep breath Tommy pinched his left ass cheek just hard enough to not leave a bruise. It seemed to help temper the sperms that were roiling in his balls. His other hand latched onto a few of his pubes and gave a yank, this seemed to do the trick. Hopefully now he could last at least long enough that his brother wouldn't make fun of him.
Tommy and Tim were identical twins with possibly one or two distinguishing differences. One was the way their haircuts differed slightly in style and the other was a mole on Tim's anus that the other brother didn't share. Both were cut and were growers more than showers, and both had penises of an inch and a half soft, that would spring to a solid, respectable four and three-quarters inches when fully hard.
At 13.5 years the boys were well into puberty. Both had an inch of dark brown pubes above their cocks and their balls were sprouting a few hairs as well.
Kelley noticed that those boys who had already shot their loads were off enjoying the pool, video games, snacks and other diversions. The remaining boys in the rec room were waiting their turns. The two boys in gray would certainly see their oral limit before lunch. Kevin Mackey was on a mattress to the right of Kelley next to the fire place. Aaron Hardy was on the other side of the room on a mattress adjacent to the door that led out to the patio and the pool.
As Sam Perkins had recovered and got up from the couch, Kelley grabbed a swig out of his water bottle and patted the spot Sam vacated wordlessly indicating for Tommy to sit down.
"I'm Tommy Duncan," he said as he sat down. "And, uh, I'm kind of horny. I'd like it if you could go slow. You know, do stuff before you actually suck me. I want to make it last, but I guess you probably don't."
"I'll do what I can," Kelley said. "I'm being punished, and your request isn't unreasonable."
Kelley knelt between Tommy's legs and began to feel him up, gently fondling his balls. Exploring with his fingers through tender touches the area rarely exposed in daily life.
Tommy wasn't shy and told Kelley what felt good as he went down on him. As he neared the end he let Kelley know he was going to cum and soon. Three strokes later Kelley felt Tommy's cock pulse five distinct times as he filled his mouth.
Tim was waiting for them to finish. There was another difference between them Kelley found. While Tommy wanted him to make it last, to use foreplay, Tim wanted to cum as quickly as possible. It didn't take long.
Kelley needed a piss and a few minutes to collect his thoughts. He'd sucked off five scouts not counting the two times with Cal. He had one more to give today and wanted to get it done before everyone broke for lunch.
A deep sigh of resignation escaped from him. No doubt Cal was going to try to degrade him and after that, his ass would be open for business till the evening break for food.
With his bladder emptied Kelley brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth out before exiting the bathroom. His jaws were a bit sore and he'd come to realize cum was an acquired taste, one he was surprisingly getting used to. It wasn't the end of the world and so far, all of the scouts (except Cal) had acted decently towards him.
Walking back out of the bathroom Kelley noticed Ethan lying on one of the mattresses. Arms behind his head, eyes closed, legs spread and Jason Foster going down on him. From the open mouth and heavy breaths Kelley could tell his brother was enjoying it.
Heading back to the couch Kelley saw the back of another scout waiting his turn. It would appear that the couch was becoming Kelley's `office'. There was a lot of activity going on in the rec room, there were blue and gray boys spread out amongst the mattresses and judging by the noise the outside patio and pool were in use as well. Obviously, it would take time for the scouts and other guests to recharge and while they did so they partook of the different entertainments that were available.
As Kelley came around the couch Tony Mussante stood up and extended his hand. Tony was the first born of Northern Italian immigrant parents. As such, from years of parental influence, Tony was what some would call `well bred' with manners to boot.
This would be Tony's last White Party and he was determined to have fun with it. Once he turned 16, he would no longer be invited to these events. That was the troop rule.
Like some of the others he was not happy with Cal Brewer and his earlier treatment of Kelley. He just couldn't understand why someone would want to abuse a person who was offering his mouth and ass for use. It simply made no sense.
Once introductions were made, Tony dropped his white BVDs and Kelley came face to face with a nearly fully developed teen boy. Soft, Tony was nearly as big as Kelley was hard. He had a wiry forest of pubic hair and a set of nicely hanging plump testicles. Kelley saw that Tony was uncut and the covering foreskin was partially retracted.
Tony sat on the couch and invited Kelley between his legs.
"I'd like a blow job," he asked politely.
Picking up the fleshy tube, Kelley retracted the foreskin and brought his mouth downwards. Tony quickly grew hard, fully extending to his maximum size. The odd thing regarding this particular penis was the fact it didn't thicken appreciably when fully erect.
It was impossible for Kelley to fit the entire length into his mouth, but with his tongue and hand he did an appreciable job servicing the older boy's cock. Aware of his size, Tony was careful in how he thrust forward as the head bobbed up and down. It took a bit of time as Kelley figured out the pace that would bring his partner to climax, but he had to pause in his ministrations and regroup a bit.
At 15.5 years old, Tony was no novice. He had had a number of sexual encounters at the White Parties and had a strong sense of how he liked to get off, to shoot his maturing sperms into the mouths of the blue and gray boys. Most of the time those boys would seek him out, fascinated by the sheer size of his lengthy, skinny cock.
Kelley hefted the twin orbs in their sack feeling the weight of them. They were warm to the touch and no doubt fully laden with mature teen cum loaded with actual honest to goodness vigorous sperm. He knew when he brought Tony to the edge, what he was holding in his hand would travel upward and out of the penis he was just sucking on.
Tony shifted slightly, moving his crotch closer to Kelley. It was a signal the boy didn't miss. Moving up and over Tony's mid-section Kelley lowered his head and let the penis enter his mouth again. Kelley quickly found the depth he was comfortable with and before long they both found that certain rhythm.
Working in tandem, the two boys melded together. Tony's breathing was sharper, each breath becoming distinct. His scrotum tightened as Kelley held it with his other hand.
Tony could take no more. His body stiffened as his pelvis thrust nearly impossibly upward as the other boy's head bore down. Then one...two...three...and four ropes of mature teenage sperm shot out the tip and into Kelley's mouth.
Kelley continued to hold the softening penis in his mouth until, with a pop, the tired warrior fell out limply. Kelley noticed that Ben Brewer had been sitting over by the fireplace watching.
Kelley sat on the edge of the bathtub. He had done it. He had successfully serviced the six boys he was obligated to do. He had swallowed more cum than he thought possible. He needed a quick shower. Not that he felt unclean, but it was like he had just run a marathon. He'd shower, put his blue BVDs back on and go out and find something to eat. But then he wanted a quiet spot to gather his thoughts, and steel himself for the afternoon to come. It was disquieting when he considered who would be the first up his backside after lunch.
Kelley was certain that Cal would find some demeaning way to fuck him in front of all the others and cum triumphantly. Then Kelley would need to write a "thank you" on his blue BVDs and sign his name before handing them over as a trophy of victory to this boy he now despised.