The Sandy Jacobs Story - Chapter 8C
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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Writing the continuing saga of the Kids of Indian Spring has become a real community effort. Most of the ideas and descriptions for this story originated from the efforts of Doc Sawzall. My co-author on this chapter was Sarge AKA Aldric. His ideas, drafting, hard work, and constant support in too many areas to mention made this chapter possible. A special thanks also goes to Mike for help with editing and proofreading.
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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.
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
Ethan was in heaven. He had Jason's dick in his mouth and one of his fingers in his ass. And he was enjoying every second of each event.
Just when he was thinking that things couldn't get any better, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Five feet away, Cal Brewer was just getting out of a nearby lounge chair, and he was fully erect and smiling. And he was looking right at him and Jason. All at once, Kelley's warning cut through the fog.
Ethan stopped and released Jason's dick.
"We need to go back in, right now," he said as he got up from on top of the other boy.
Jason, lost in lust and wanting the blowjob he had been about to get, simply agreed as Ethan pulled him back into the rec room.
***
Cal couldn't quite figure it out. He didn't know whether to shit or go blind. The surest thing he ever had, just evaporated! Poof!!! Just...went up in fucking smoke and now he was left holding a throbbing hardon.
***
Kelley knew what was coming when Tommy placed a hand on his head and groaned. A second later, his mouth filled with sperm. At the same time, Tim began to drive harder from behind, trying to bury his dick as deep as possible into that incredible ass. As Kelley was swallowing sperm, Tim pinned them both hard up against the couch and filled the other end with his own load.
***
After leading Jason over to an empty spot by the video game controllers, Ethan stopped.
"You can't fuck me. At least not today," Ethan said. Jason started to respond, but the little kid placed a finger against his lips.
"We'll do the next best thing," Ethan told him. "But later. Right now, I have to talk to my brother."
Cal was pissed. He'd been seconds away from fucking Ethan, and that dumbshit had blown it. Jason's job had been to keep the boy in place, there in the dark while the other boys were in the rec room watching the Duncan twins work. Just another ten seconds and his dick would have replaced Jason's finger. And even if he hadn't been able to get inside the boy's ass right then, the blackmail would have still worked. But the idiot had let Ethan get up and now the boy was back inside the house. All he had now was Kelley, who had just finished with the twins.
"Tucker, front and center," he shouted as he stood on the mattress. "On your hands and knees again so I can fuck you."
He didn't even use lubrication. He simply mounted Kelley and fucked him until he shot. Then he stayed in position until he was hard again and did it once more.
As he got up he saw the sharpie that Kelley had used to sign his first pair of blue BVDs. He picked it up and gave it to him.
"Write on your briefs that I fucked you twice more, five times in all today, and then sign it," he ordered.
Kelley was still on his hands and knees, stunned...trying to figure out what just happened. Cal had fucked him, and then stayed in his ass until he was hard again and fucked him another time.
Without thinking, Kelley wrote what was ordered and signed his name. Only it wasn't Cal who got them.
"Give me those," Ethan said as he grabbed the blue BVDs from his brother. "Cal doesn't get them."
He turned to Cal. Although two years younger and at least 25 pounds lighter, Ethan got right in Cal's face.
"What is wrong with you Cal? I thought we were friends...what the fuck were you thinking??"
He didn't give Cal a chance to respond before angrily adding, "And what's your problem with Kelley? You've treated him like shit all day!! You haven't touched any of the other blue or gray boys and when you do bend Kelley over or stuff your cock in his mouth, all the fuck you do is embarrass him and treat him like shit!!!"
At this point Tony Mussante separated the two. He signaled to Mike Kim to take Kelley and go clean him up.
Cal was just about to say something back to Ethan when Tony turned to him and placed a hand, none to gently, on his shoulder.
"Leave it be. He's ten and you're twelve. Try your best to act like it."
Cal thought about telling him to fuck off. After all, it was his party and his rules. But he felt the hand on his shoulder tighten, so he turned around without saying a word and left the room.
"Guys, Kelley is done for the day. If anyone has a slot on the signup sheets for the other blues or grays, get it done quickly. We'll resume tomorrow."
The scouts remaining in the room nodded in agreement and headed off to the different forms of entertainment or out to the pool.
Ethan, close to crying, found Kelley in the bathroom with Mike Kim. The anger had left him, and now that he thought about how he had stood up to Cal, he was about to start blubbering. But before he could, his always protective older brother pulled him into his arms and shushed him.
Mike started to leave to give them some privacy.
"No, please stay," Kelley asked. He held onto Ethan until the boy had calmed down.
"You know he's allowed to fuck me as much as he wants."
"No, that isn't it. You don't know what almost happened," Ethan said. "I forgot your warning. I think he was going to fuck me."
That news hit Kelley harder than anything that had happened to him so far that day.
"What proof do you have?" Mike asked.
"None. It's mostly just a feeling. The way things were happening out by the pool. When I saw Cal with his hard dick in his hand. And as he looked at me, he was smiling, like..."
"I'll keep an eye on him," Mike said, still feeling troubled. "Look, for the rest of this party, there's a few boys you can trust completely. Me, Mark Petros, and Benjamin Kohl for sure. A couple of others too. But don't start saying anything about Cal unless you can prove it. Again, he was insensitive, but what he did with your brother was within his rights. However, if you find any proof he was planning something with you, tell me."
"My underpants are still on the porch," Ethan said, suddenly aware of his nakedness. "I don't want to go out there to get them."
Kelley was stunned. "After everything I told you several times, you went out there with Cal? And why did you have to remove your underpants?" He was having difficulty keeping from exploding.
"It wasn't with Cal, I was with Jason Foster," Ethan said. But he could see from the look in his brother's eyes that his answer wasn't cutting it. "Nothing happened."
"Nothing happened? You just told me you thought Cal was going to fuck you!" Kelley almost screamed. Then he saw his brother's chin quivering. "Why Ethan? I warned you. You got mad at me for warning you. And still you went out there."
"I, uh, I don't know," Ethan said, and the tears started flowing. "Maybe I'm wrong about Cal. Maybe he wasn't after me. I just got carried away. I've got to go and get my underpants back."
Mike noticed the expression on Kelley's face and quickly went to the door.
"I'll tell Benjamin to get them and bring them to you," Mike said to Ethan. He saw a look on Kelley's face and added, "And I'll tell him to expect no favors for doing it." He knew it wasn't necessary to say that to Benjamin, but it made Kelley relax a bit.
"We'll talk about this tomorrow, at home," Kelley said as he gave Ethan a last hug. "After you get your underpants back, go find Ben. I think he's a bit horny and he probably feels left out."
"Oh, you think wrong my friend," Mike said with a smile. "He's used all of the boys, including you. I think his little peter is broke for the night."
After Ethan left, Mike helped Kelley to relax. He spread some cream on the boy's raw ass which immediately cooled it. "That will help it to heal. But you've still got tomorrow to get through. And before you ask me to, I'll keep an eye on Ethan."
Ethan left the bathroom just as Benjamin returned with his BVDs. The teen handed them over before heading for the pool. Before putting them on he saw another boy he had to talk to.
Jason Foster was staying in the quiet areas of the rec room, expecting some rough treatment for messing up the plan. But he smiled when Ethan approached him. The boy was naked, his briefs in his hand, and when he got there he dropped them on the floor.
"Sorry, I kind of got carried away," said Ethan. "I guess I kind of left you in the middle of something."
"That's okay," Jason said, although it wasn't. He knew Cal was pissed at him. Worse yet, he'd almost gotten blown by the kid and he still had the erection.
"We can't do what we were, but I can do something you'd like," Ethan said. He led the older boy to a mattress in the back corner of the rec room.
Ethan pulled Jason's gray briefs off and pushed him down onto his back. Then he climbed on top until their cocks were mashed up against each other. Using both hands, he began to slowly jack the two cocks in unison.
Ethan felt Jason's body stiffen and press hard against his underside. He sensed the bigger dick expand in his hand, four distinct times, as the older boy's sperm shot out and landed on his stomach. The younger boy didn't ejaculate, but he still experienced a powerful dry cum roiling his balls.
Jason helped wipe up the mess he'd created with one of the many towels now dropped on the floor. As he was leaving, he smiled when he saw that Ethan had forgotten about his underwear and was heading over to where Tony was standing.
"How about we go out to the pool with the other guys," Tony suggested.
Ethan saw a half-dozen naked boys in and around the pool and agreed immediately. They saw an equally naked Benjamin by himself in the shallow end of the pool and joined him.
Ethan had one of the best nights ever. He stuck like glue to Tony and didn't miss a chance to grope, bump into, or otherwise feel the kid up. At other times he had a chance to touch Benjamin, who either didn't notice or didn't care. Like him, the other two boys were both hard the entire time.
As the pool got more crowded, Tony and Ethan got out and went back to the rec room. Tony's dick was a source of fascination. Nothing Ethan had ever seen previously could compare to the sheer size and length of this stunningly mesmerizing cock. But the icing on the cake was the foreskin. Ethan just had to see and manipulate it. He had the urgent compulsion to figure out how it worked.
It didn't take long for Tony to cotton to the younger boy's advances and overt suggestions.
"Calm down for a little while," he said to Ethan. "There is plenty of time for what you want to do after everyone bunks down."
For Ethan, lights out could not come fast enough.
They chose a place in a corner, away from the others in the rec room, to place their sleeping bags and mats. Ethan made sure all was in readiness for what he came to think of as the `big event'. He and Tony played video games while they waited for the other kids to come in and settle down.
Kelley had taken as long a shower as he could, but still didn't feel clean. His brother's accusation stood forefront in his brain. When he exited the bathroom the first thing he did was look for his brother, but seeing him with Tony allowed him to relax a bit even though Ethan was still naked. He even laughed to himself when he spotted a pair of white briefs with the name "Tucker" written on the elastic band laying forgotten on the floor.
He took a seat away from the noise, knowing that even though he was tired sleep wasn't going to come easily. As it got later and more and more boys came in from the pool and headed for where they'd sleep, he tried to relax. As the room gradually quieted down, he went to his mattress, but sleep was far away.
No sooner did the lights go out than Ethan straddled Tony's legs. Neither boy was wearing underpants, and Tony watched as Ethan leaned in, opening his mouth as he drew the foreskin back and took in the incredibly hard dick. Tony muffled a groan as Ethan licked the head and started sucking.
It was clear to Tony this wasn't the boy's first blow job. The kid had skills as demonstrated by the death-grip he had on his shaft. Ethan was gradually able to get nearly a third of the throbbing six inches of dick in his mouth and the teen soon felt the pleasure centers behind his groin start to fire, sending the inevitable signals that he was about to cum.
Ethan felt Tony's hands tighten their grip on his head. For his part, the older boy had to exercise all restraint from forcing himself deeper as he erupted into the moist oral cavity.
Ethan swallowed the first and second loads. The third he let pool in his mouth along with the fourth, swirling them around with his tongue before swallowing. He continued to suck on Tony's dick as the last vestiges of his orgasm faded. Tony collapsed back onto the mattress as his limp, now flaccid member was finally let free.
Mike Kim had been watching Kelley Tucker for the better part of a half hour. The rec room was unobtrusively filling up with boys bunking down for the night. To be sure, there were a few left playing video games and cards but the enthusiasm for games was waning. Within the hour the room would be filled with the gentle breathing and light snoring of the sleeping boys.
Kelley lay on the bed silently, unable to sleep. An uncomfortable part of him was demanding attention. He thought that maybe a good cum would help him find the rest he needed.
Embarrassed with the idea of jerking off in a roomful of sleeping boys, Kelley cautiously made his way out to the pool. It only took a few rapid strokes for him to achieve orgasm.
The cum had been good, and needed, but it didn't still the questions in his head. He took a seat on the edge of the pool. Watching how the light from the half-moon danced across the ripples in the pool water, Kelley idly kicked his feet as he tried to understand the nagging thoughts forcing themselves to his brain. Ethan hadn't lied, he truly believed that Cal had planned to fuck him. But what Kelley couldn't figure out was why.
He knew Brewer had a plan. There was more to this party than what was seen on the surface. But try as he might, he couldn't see how Cal stood to gain anything from the events that had taken place so far. Could it be somehow connected to the water park development deal his father was fighting? Even if it was, Kelley still couldn't see how fucking Ethan would affect that. Could the Brewers be thinking of blackmailing his dad? He didn't think so. Mr. Brewer and his parents were friends.
Kelley understood one part of the problem. He was totally pissed at Cal and didn't know how to resolve that anger. He wasn't even sure if it was justified.
He yawned, thinking about interactions he'd had with Cal in the past. But there were very few. Lots of people had warned him about the boy, including his father. But none of them had explained why he needed to be careful. He finally resolved that unless something wrong happened, he had to get over it.
If Cal had tried to do something to Ethan, his plan had failed and now his brother had more reason to be careful than before. And if it came down to it, Kelley knew he was more than a match for the slightly older Brewer boy.
***
Mike had watched when Kelley had soundlessly left the rec room to go to the pool area. He had witnessed, with no small level of embarrassment, as the boy jacked off. When he was done and had taken a seat on the edge of the pool, Mike had waited a few minutes longer before going out to join him.
Kelley heard the sliding door open and turned to see the older boy step from the shadows and place several towels on an empty recliner before removing his white BVDs.
Mike walked towards him, the half-light of the moon accentuating the shape and form of the nearly 15-year-old Asian boy. As he got close, Kelley caught the slight smile on the older teen's face as he sat down right next to him.
Kelley's eyes drifted down to Mike's groin. There was the penis he had suckled on this morning, supported by the two plump testes gathered tightly in their scrotal sac.
Kelley knew that before the party was over Mike would mount him with that very same cock and fuck him till those balls emptied the thick seminal fluid and sperms they were currently making. It was a thought that didn't upset him.
"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Mike asked.
Looking firmly into his eyes, Kelley responded, "I'm fine. I'm just thinking. About tomorrow. Today now I guess. But yeah, I'm okay."
"Will you be fine for the morning's activities?"
Nodding his head affirmatively Kelley took a chance during the momentary silence and placed his hand on Mike's expanding erection. He marveled at the way it changed as blood filled the chambers. Mike let out a slight gasp at the touch.
Realizing that he would cum much sooner than he wanted, Mike placed a hand on Kelley's, momentarily stopping him. Looking over he saw an equally hard cock sticking out from the younger boy who was leaking a thin bead of pre-cum.
Mike suggested they move over to the lounges and lay the cushions on the grass and Kelley nodded his agreement.
Tucker continued his caress of the Asian boy's groin, varying his touch to see and feel the differences of how the parts came together, letting his fingers traverse the perineum, as he sought out the deeper, darker recess of the anal depression.
"My turn," Mike said as he pushed Kelley's hand back and reached for the younger boy's erection. Leaning over, he gave the balls a quick lick, further setting the boy aflame.
Then the tip of Mike's tongue traced the length of Kelley's urethra before engulfing the leaking end. At the same time his hand tugged the scrotum downward.
The combination of Mike's hand and mouth had Kelley groaning at the astonishingly gratifying and alluring sensations running thru his cock and balls.
What seemed like an age and a lifetime to Kelley was rapidly coming to closure. His body was betraying him, giving off the inevitable signal that the climax was imminent. But then, without warning, Mike stopped and got up. Kelley didn't understand. Had he done something wrong?
Mike Kim returned with a jar of Vaseline. He took a moment to apply the slippery goo to Kelley's cock before assuming the position on his hands and knees.
"Are you sure?" Kelley asked. "I'm the one who arrived wearing blue briefs. You were wearing white."
"The party is on hold for a few hours," Mike said. "Right now, it is just us."
Placing a hand on Mike's smooth back, Kelley guided himself towards the warm, fleshy mounds. He knew from being on the other side of this equation that he needed to aim for the anal depression with the darkened center. He understood that wrinkled opening would slowly encompass the glistening head of his incredibly hard 4-inch long dick.
Kelley moved his hands to Mike's hips as he pressed forward and began applying steady pressure. He felt the resistance give way as the head of his cock started to pass through the tight opening. Hearing a sharp intake of breath, he hesitated for a moment, looking for a signal to continue.
"It's okay," Mike said when Kelley paused. "Go ahead and push it in."
Once he was fully inserted, Kelley rested for a moment to keep from cumming too quickly. This, he realized, was what the boys who sought out his ass were wanting. To be fully inserted into another boy and enjoy the warm, tight embrace of the ass they were fucking.
Momentarily back under control, as much as one could be while buried in a virginal ass, Kelley pulled back against the tight anal ring until he felt the resistance grip at the flared coronal ridges. When nearly completely withdrawn, he sank back in, bottoming out against the cushioning ass, mashing his soft honey brown pubes against the creamy white backside of Mike Kim.
Mike felt the younger boy's hips lift and then drive back in nearly a dozen times, each thrust increasing in urgency until Kelley moaned out his orgasm in one last deep thrust.
When it was over, Kelley was finally satisfied and knew he could sleep. They both put their underwear back on and went inside.
Kelley stepped out of the bathroom freshly washed and showered. Both he and Mike had the awkward morning-after conversation and managed to come to an understanding about what had happened between them. Both agreed it was highly unlikely ever to be repeated. Neither felt guilty or the need to let others know, and both were comfortable it had happened during a `suspension,' however temporary, of the White Party.
Kelley wasn't sure why Mike allowed him to take his cherry. He knew it wasn't something he would have outright asked him. While he remembered that when he initially was going to go as a boy in `white' he nearly got an erection while thinking about participating. There was a distinction here.
Kelley knew he needed to follow through on the remainder of the day. Looking over the list he noted that there were four boys looking for oral before the morning session ended and another three boys including Mike Kim looking for some anal action before the party had its sexual ending at 2:00 PM.
Cal Brewer made an entrance right at eight in the morning and went straight to Kelley.
Before Cal had a chance to say anything, Kelley pointedly asked, "Did you try to do something with my brother last night?"
"I think he misunderstood," Cal said. "I was, uh, kind of excited watching you do the twins, and he saw me smile at him when he passed. I had an erection, but it wasn't because of him. I think that maybe Ethan misunderstood. If you want, I'll apologize for scaring him."
While what he said was true, Kelley sensed he was holding back. And it all sounded practiced. His innate sense of deception kicked in and he knew that this was not the end of his interaction with Cal Brewer. Somehow, by hook or by crook, Cal was still after whatever it was he wanted. Rather than make a scene, he accepted the answer. For now.
"Okay," he said. "I guess you want to start with me."
"Yeah," Cal said, almost pleasantly. "How about a different position today. Let's say, over the couch. You can even grab some cushions for your head."
Everyone saw the sharp contrast between yesterday and today. As Kelley got into position, Cal took the Vaseline and not only lubricated his own dick, but he carefully inserted his fingers into Kelley's rear end and gently lubricated his anus.
"Here I come," Cal said as he stepped forward, and then he laughed. "Actually, here I go. I'll cum in a few minutes." Many of the scouts laughed along with him.
He pushed slowly into Kelley with none of the rashness he'd shown the day before. His fuck was long, but not hard, and he announced when he was coming.
"Thanks," he said when it was done. "It felt good." He turned to the rest of the boys and said, "Have fun. You can alternate between mouth and butt today as long as you follow the rules."
Kelley nodded to Peter Smith, who was first on the list for a blow job. He'd been told that the 13-year-old was a heavy cummer, and the boy didn't sully his reputation. It was all he could do to swallow the large volume of the thick, heavy and warm cream.
Kelley had a moment after Peter was finished. Sam Perkins was finishing up a video game and said he would be there in a minute. He took advantage of the break to grab a sports drink and rinse his mouth out.
Less than a minute later Sam tapped Kelley on the shoulder. The teen possessed a mostly erect penis at a whisker over 5" long, the thickness proportional to its length. Minutes later every boy in the room knew from the shouted scream of joy that he was emptying his balls into the mouth that was holding that dick captive. After thanking Kelley profusely, Sam returned to his video game.
Able Wright had met with Cal after the fiasco last night to ensure his deal was solid. After promising Cal a blowjob at the next campout, Cal said what happened wasn't his fault and not to worry.
Able caught Kelley just outside the bathroom door.
"Hi Able," Kelley said. "I just need a minute in the bathroom if you don't mind."
Three minutes later he saw Able on the other side of the room. The boy, only a few months older than himself, had already removed his white BVDs, showing his eagerness to get started.
Able was beside the moon knowing that at his first White Party he would drain his nutsack into the other boy's ass. Yet he was still respectful.
"I know Cal was a prick yesterday, and I talked to him about it," he said as he opened the tin of Vaseline. "I'm sorry for rushing this, but I've waited all night and I've never..."
Kelley didn't wait for him to finish.
"You don't need to apologize," he said. "I'd be just as eager to get started if I'd waited all night to do it. I'm fine, so enjoy yourself."
"I, uh, okay, I will," Able said. He was ready, and he pressed against Kelley's back.
Kelley grimaced as his anus opened to accommodate the 4 inches of hard cock. Able moaned with delight as he passed through the anal rim and slowly started his descent into the tight ass. He continued the downward pressure until his pubic hair came in contact with the ass cheeks of his host.
For Able the feelings were incredible, almost overwhelmingly intense, as Kelley's anal cavity gripped the length of his cock. He started rapidly moving in and out as the new pleasures he was experiencing demanded a repeat of each new sensation. With a groan, he said,
"Shit, I'm sorry, but this is so good. I'm gonna cum."
Able was just barely cognizant enough to process that he was no longer one of the inexperienced boys. He had just cummed in Kelley Tucker's ass, shot actual honest to goodness sperm deep into that anal passageway. He was no longer a virgin, and he knew that the next time he was buried to the hilt in a boy's ass, he'd find a way to last longer.
"Thank you," he said as he put his BVDs back on. Able was one happy camper as he ran off to tell his friends all about his new experience.
Adam Peters, AKA Gunsmoke, was also having the time of his life at this, his first White Party. He knew he was going to sign up at every available chance from then on. He had thoroughly enjoyed himself so far, and it wasn't over yet.
Adam was hard, his underpants down below his knees and he delighted in the thought that in a manner of seconds he would be getting another blow job and if he could recover in time he'd fuck Sam Jones after the break. He was quickly distracted from those thoughts when Kelley took him into his mouth, reminding Adam what he was doing at this moment.
Before he knew it, he was ejaculating forcefully into Kelley's mouth. Once it was over his deflating penis slip out of the moist, warm, protective cave that had brought him so much pleasure.
After the briefest of breaks, next up for Kelley was his brother, who seemed calm and relaxed compared to last night.
Ethan was more than ready. He was eager to have his brother blow him. He knew it would be good, that he'd overload much sooner than he wanted, but he'd have a more than satisfying dry cum. Ever since that time at Jeremy's house a couple of days ago when Geoff had been there and they had all taken turns with Kelley, he had been ecstatic knowing his older brother would play sexual games with him.
Kelley wasted little time with his brother, laying him down on the very same mattress that Ethan had taken Jason Foster to. He took Ethan's 3.5-inch cock into his mouth, thinking by the time his middle sibling was past puberty that he just might have the biggest penis of the three Tucker brothers.
Ethan's groaning and shifting of his body told Kelley that the boy was close. To bring matters to a conclusion, he very gently squeezed the two tiny balls inside the hairless sack. That action brought forth a series of yelps as the ten-year-old's dry climax rolled through his body.
Kelley now had time for a short break. He saw the list had been modified slightly. Next up would be the twins, and Kelley had no doubt that they would want to work together again, only this time with Tim in his mouth and Tommy in his ass.
Kelley kept an eye on the clock, wishing it would move faster. He only had a few more boys to service before the party and Cal Brewer would be behind him and he'd be on his way home.
Realizing that he was starving, Kelley went to the fridge and grabbed a couple of pre-made sandwiches and a can of coke. While he was eating, Ben Brewer came up to him.
"I'm sorry for how my brother acted yesterday," Ben said. He'd come a long way since getting a blowjob from Kelley in his room. Even though he'd been busy using the blue and gray boys, the thought of asking the older boy to bend over for him again was a bit overwhelming. This was a boy many people in Indian Spring looked up to, and he was the brother of one of his best friends.
"Cal can be kind of a prick, even to me," Ben continued as Kelley finished half of his sandwich. "I wish I could do stuff with him like you and Ethan, but he'd never let me."
"You're young, and you don't know what the future holds," Kelley responded. "Besides, something like that can work badly in the future. Ethan and I talked about what was going to happen here, and I made it clear that I would never hold it against him. I don't think Cal would ever forgive you if you had a chance to fuck him and took it."
Kelley listened attentively as Ben asked a few more questions. He nodded in the right places, and did his best to pay attention. He was pretty sure the boy was working up to something important. Finally, it came.
"I'd uh, ..." Ben stammered.
"Just ask, I won't bite you. What do you want?"
"I'd, I mean,..." Kelley waited, letting Ben figure out how to ask what he wanted.
"I'd like to stick my dick in your ass," he finally blurted out, his entire face turning red as he said it. "If you have time. I promise, I won't be like Cal."
Kelley considered the idea.
"Do you remember yesterday when we talked about this kind of stuff being equal partnerships?" Kelley asked him.
Ben nodded his head yes and placed his hand on Kelley's groin, but Kelley gently pulled Ben's hand away.
"Ben, by your brother's rules, I can't say no to you. I let you do it before because your brother was the one who told me to let you. But I'd rather not cause even more problems between me and Cal. If you still want to at the end of the day, you can do it. But I'd suggest that instead of me you wait until after July 15 and then ask Ethan if he would let you."
Instead of looking crushed, Ben actually looked relieved. Kelley suddenly realized he'd misread Ben's reason for asking.
"Did Cal tell you to ask me?"
Ben's head sunk down to his chest. "Yeah," he said. "But I kind of wanted to try it too. But you're right, it can wait I guess."
"No, I don't think that would be wise. I think we'd better go ahead and do it. Otherwise Cal might have something to use against me. So, okay, yeah, you can fuck me."
Kelley did his best to put the nervous boy at ease. He brought Ben over to the mattress by an empty couch. As he pulled the kid's underpants down he applied some Vaseline to the boy's penis before getting into position.
Ben was embarrassed and thrilled at the same time; here he was getting ready to stick his thing into one of the coolest boys around for the second time. He looked to see who might be watching and saw Cal looking on from the back of the room. It was almost enough to deflate his dick, but when he turned back and saw Kelley's ass waiting for him, his brother was forgotten.
As Ben leaned forward, Kelley knew a hard, three-inch long dick was coming at him. He felt Ben press against him and pushed out against the hairless, pre-pubescent penis as it slid quickly into his warm inviting hole. The youngster was able to fully sink in up to the hairless base of his groin and then instinct took over as he started a quick series of jackhammer thrusts into Kelley's bottom.
Ben quickly hit sensory and physical overload. With a series of high pitched grunts, squeaks and groans, his body convulsed as his penultimate moment wracked his tiny frame.
A stunned Benjamin Brewer pulled out of Kelley Tucker's ass and in his post-euphoric state started to wander off.
"Hey," Kelley called to him. "Don't forget your BVDs." After the dazed boy put them on, Kelley looked around for the twins.
Kelley took a moment to head back over to the breakfast bar and grabbed a cookie to eat as he finished his soda. Then he motioned an "okay" to the Duncan twins.
Their combined fuck and suck was exactly the same as yesterday, and Kelley realized that it was possible they hadn't even changed positions.
Cal had watched Kelley get fucked by Ben, and then watched again as the Duncan twins got him front and back. It turned him on, and he came up to Kelley and told him it was time for another trip over the couch.
As before, Cal greased himself and touched up Kelley's ass, and then slowly pushed his dick in and began fucking. Just as he was about to shoot he leaned forward and whispered something so softly that even Kelley almost didn't hear him.
"I'd fuck Ethan in a heartbeat if I could, and someday I will."
He held Kelley down forcefully and finished his fuck. Then he pulled out and left his BVDs on the floor as he ran out of the room before anyone could even see which way he'd gone.
Kelley looked around. No one had heard what Cal had said but him. It wasn't an accusation as much as an admittance of the truth, and there was nothing Kelley could do but fume. Even if he told one of the other boys, why would they believe him?
The last blowjob belonged to the smallest boy in the troop, 12-year-old Mark Petros. He waited for Kelley to finish his pop.
He was young, but not shy. He shed his white BVDs the moment Kelley finished the pop and right there at the snack bar he pulled Kelley downwards until the boy stopped fighting him and got on his knees.
A circumcised 3.5-inch hard piece of flesh was ready for him. He had just the beginnings of hair showing up around his dick, but his balls were dangling low and round.
A couple of the older boys came over to watch their newest scout get what they assumed was his first blowjob. When he was done, Owen Jones asked Kelley to show them if the 12-year-old had shot.
Kelley didn't mind and showed several teaspoons of watery cum that Mark had deposited into his mouth. They cheered and slapped the young scout on the back, making him feel ten feet tall.
After lunch, Kelley met Mike Kim at the center mattress where Cal Brewer had methodically abused him from top to bottom in front of everyone.
"You know, we don't have to do this," Mike said graciously. "I can cross my name off the list."
"That would open it up to someone else," Kelley said. He saw Mike was about to respond, and added, "I need to finish this to be able to hold my head up. Besides, you're already hard; you want to do this."
"Not if you don't," Mike said. "And nobody here would think any less of you or me. You've put up with far more than any boy in blues has ever done."
"I've got to, for myself as much as everyone else. How do you want to do it?"
"Don't take this the wrong way. I'm not like Cal, but I'd like you to get on your hands and knees," Mike said. "I'll take care of the rest."
Mike wanted to let his hands and fingers travel the twin globes of the incredible ass, but for Kelley's sake he wanted to get it over with quickly. Instead of groping, which he wanted to do, he focused on lubricating himself and the younger boy, making sure to do a good job.
Mike let his erection seek out and discover the anal opening. He pressed against Kelley's perineum just above the ball sack, letting the lubed shaft glide along the valley formed by those alluring mounds of fleshy globes.
Mike pushed against the opening, nearly breaching the surface before pulling back and once again pushing into the warm center. Finally, he was in and he watched the head of his dick disappear as it met the inner anal sphincter. Centering his weight, he found the proper angle and increased his tension as he pulled Kelley's hips towards him.
Kelley felt his body give way as Mike slid deep inside. He could feel every fraction of an inch of the long cock as it moved into him until pubic hairs were tickling his hairless crack. The room around the two boys was quiet. The only noises were some gasps and groans, and the squelching, wet slippery sounds as the teen slowly fucked the younger boy.
Mike wanted to prolong this experience, but again he thought of Kelley instead of himself. He pulled out and had him turn over onto his back.
Kelley lay as instructed, wondering what Mike was doing. He watched as the teen dropped to his knees and used his hands to spread his legs. He saw the gleaming erection pointed straight towards him, and he knew without a doubt where it was going to go and where it would be in just a few seconds.
Mike settled back on his haunches, legs folded underneath him and drew Kelley's thighs up and over the top of his legs. He positioned himself and pressed back in, slowly driving into the boy with his hips. He let the curvature of his penis define the forward motion as he drove inside the tight hole. As he made the final upward thrust, the younger boy's sensitive balls were mashed between the two of them.
There was only so much Kelley could take. He was well on his way to being well and truly fucked. Having his balls bashed time and time again created an explosive need to cum, and cum soon.
And then it hit him. Kelley surrendered to the internal forces and gave into the bright white explosion behind his eyelids that eventually ended at the soles of his feet.
Mike knew it was coming. He could sense the change in Kelley as he continued to fuck him. At the very last, as Kelley began to shoot he set off his own release into the anal passage that gripped his cock even tighter and matched each blast of Kelley's hot spunk with one of his own.
The party was ending. The boys were busy finding the stuff they had brought and putting on clothes for the first time since they had arrived.
Cal hadn't been seen for some time, and Kelley had begun to hope that he wouldn't come back at all. He wondered if he and Ethan dared leave ten minutes early.
That decision was made for him as Cal came back into the rec room, dressed in a clean pair of briefs after leaving his other pair on the floor.
"One last time Tucker," he said, pointing to the center mattress. "On your back, just like Mike Kim did you."
So, he was back. He must have hidden somewhere, out of sight, but he'd watched as Mike had fucked him. Kelley knew there was much more to this boy than first appeared, but unlike with Malcom where he could see the inner darkness, all he could sense now were disturbing, incoherent thoughts. He knew the kid was up to something. But just what that was, he could hardly guess. What was clear, Cal was going to fuck him one more time.
"Roll up on your shoulders and hold on to your legs," he ordered.
Kelley didn't like it. From that position he'd be completely vulnerable to anything Cal wanted to do. But he had no choice. At least he wasn't alone. Other boys would stop it if things went too far. At least he hoped they would.
Cal pulled his white BVDs down and stepped out of them. He barely needed to bend over as he started his penetration. Kelley looked around the room and the first face he saw was Ethan's. His brother looked angry.
"Look at me," Cal said. "Watch me as I fuck you. Watch me smile as I shoot even more cum in your ass. Watch me have fun, because I'm going to make this last forever."
Cal drove in hard, ignoring Kelley's initial grunt of pain. He pushed in as far as he could and held his dick there for several seconds before he started slowly fucking in and out.
Five times Kelley could tell that Cal was about to cum, and each time the boy had stopped and closed his eyes until the feeling passed and he could return to fucking.
When the feeling happened for the sixth time, instead of pausing, he drove faster until the biggest smile crossed his face.
"Here it comes Tucker," Cal said, struggling against the need to cum as he spoke. "From my nuts to your ass. And this time I can watch your eyes while I do it. Open them and keep them open."
He began to cum, one burst, then two, then three. The fourth and fifth ones didn't shoot cum, but Kelley could see in Cal's face that they were just as enjoyable as the first three. Cal had drained everything that had been in his balls into his ass.
"Have a nice day guys, and thanks for coming," Cal said triumphantly as he rose off of Kelley. He was so drained that he was barely able to stand.
On the street between Cal Brewer's house and Tucker's
It was over at last. Kelley didn't even want to use the phone to call his dad to pick him and Ethan up. He just wanted to get out of there. He put on the shorts and shirt he had worn during his arrival and he and his brother left quickly after a minimum of goodbyes to the scouts they had met. The worst part was shaking Mr. Brewer's hand and telling him the party had been great.
When they got to the first bend in the road Ethan had to stop and retie his shoes. From behind them they heard Kevin Mackey holler at them to hold up. He greeted them after running to catch up.
"You really held up well," Kevin said to Kelley. "I think that was some kind of test or something. I've never seen Cal act like that before. He's a bit of a jerk in general, but nothing like that. He'd get his ass beat for sure if he acted like that with the other scouts."
"I've been racking my brain trying to figure out why he treated me like that," Kelley confessed. "We've never been real friends, but I've never said anything bad about him." He suddenly remembered that was the supposed reason he'd been there in blue, and now Kevin knew. He expected to be asked the real reason he wasn't wearing white briefs, but instead Kevin ignored it.
"You made friends with Malcolm McEwen," Kevin volunteered.
"Why should that bother him? Besides, Ethan was friends with Malcolm long before he convinced me to stop treating the kid the way I had been—the way most people treat him."
"Do you think that is why...?" Ethan began, but one sharp look from Kelley made him stop.
"Why what? Did something happen at the party?" Kevin asked, more out of concern than curiosity. The Tuckers were near-Springers, not Mackey, but they were both cool kids.
"Nothing happened. Cal just scared my brother is all." Kelley continued looking at Ethan, using his eyes to implore him not to say anything more.
After a few seconds with no conversation, Kevin decided to return to Kelley's question.
"There's another possibility I guess. Rumor has it his dad is using some of his money to back the development. Cal may not like you because your dad's efforts would cost them if they lost."
That was something his dad probably knew, but it was news to Kelley. And it reminded him of his thought that somehow Cal had been using the party in an attempt to blackmail him, Ethan, or the family. It wasn't something to discuss until he talked to his father, so he tried to make a joke.
"I thought that was Mackey business you weren't supposed to talk about with us lesser people," Kelley said, not intending it to be mean but not realizing how it sounded.
"Kelley, watch your words," Ethan said sharply. "He's being friendly and helpful to us. And none of the Mackey have ever treated you, or me, like we were inferior to them."
Kelley paused and bit his cheek. "Totally true, none of you ever have. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. I'm just a bit off today. Can I take my words back?"
"No need, Kevin said. "I didn't take offense to them. And besides, you've had a really rough weekend. You're entitled to let off a little steam."
"Not to people," Kelley started, but then rephrased his words. "To friends. Ethan was right to correct me, and I am sorry." He held out his hand and Kevin shook it immediately.
"You just gave me another idea for why Cal was like that," he said as he let go of Kelley's hand. "I think he's insecure. You're better looking..." Kevin paused and added, "Not like that, I just mean, uh, ..."
"Don't worry about it," Kelley said. He'd sensed something unstated from Kevin, something Kevin was keeping secret. But he didn't want to probe. "I've heard it before. Go on, I'd like to hear your idea."
"Well, anyway, you're more popular. You've earned respect in the community, even among Mackeys. I think Cal is jealous of what he sees in you, and therefore he was more than happy to have a chance to dominate what he sees as the better boy."
Kelley was stunned with this insight. Could it be true? He knew it was something he'd have to think about. It was something he had never considered.
"Why were you there in blue BVDs?" Ethan asked.
"Just so you guys know this, Mackeys don't speak of who wore white, blue, or gray to anyone who wasn't there," Kevin said. "That was strictly a troop thing. But the answer to your question is that I was joking around at a troop meeting and it was about the tenth time I'd done that. The patrol leaders and Senior Patrol Leader met and decided I'd been disruptive too many times and at too many troop functions. You two are allowed to know that because you were there, and you aren't bound by Mackey rules, but still you shouldn't talk about it with anyone who wasn't at the party."
"Thanks for the warning. I had kind of guessed it, but it's nice to know the rules up front," Kelley said. "You guys have so many and don't tell anyone until they break one."
"No matter what you may have heard," Ethan said, "Kelley never said anything bad about me. He never would."
"Yeah, I got that," Kevin said. "And from what I saw, his comments about Cal wouldn't be something to get him in blue either. But as interesting as all this might be, I don't want to hear it from you. If Kelley ever wants to tell me, that's fine. But if you know the real reason, don't talk about it with me or anyone else Ethan. We all have secrets and I think you should protect your brother's."
Ethan blushed, but said, "Okay, thanks for telling me."
They'd reached the point at which their paths home split and they said their farewells. Kelley was pretty sure he knew the secret Kevin was keeping. He wondered what it would be like, if the two of them were to be together, as friends, and alone. But he remembered, his ass belonged to Casey. He put the thought away for now. He'd save it for tonight, when he was at last alone in bed just before he fell asleep.
The last of the guests had finally left, and Cal's dad said that he and Ben could save most of the cleanup for tomorrow as long as they picked up any garbage and brought any plates and glasses to the kitchen to be washed.
He had mixed feelings about how it had turned out. He'd totally failed at getting an angry or violent response, something he could have used. But even without that, he felt he was on safe ground for gaining the right to Kelley Tucker's ass. After all, he'd fucked him...he couldn't even remember how many times exactly he'd done it. Maybe seven or eight? Anyway, he knew for sure he'd done it six times, and that was the number he'd give to Hiram and Darrel when he met with them.
That part of what he wanted to accomplish was secure. He could prove he was a Mackey, and had witnesses who would testify if necessary that he'd deposited his cum into Kelley's ass several times. He was positive it was enough for the Mackey Youth Council to grant him what he wanted.
But he'd lost his chance at Ethan, and that bothered him. His plan would have worked if only Jason hadn't fucked it up. And because the ten-year-old had gotten so angry at him, he guessed the boy probably figured out that the whole thing in the pool area was a setup. Then the damn kid had yelled at him like they were equals or something. Ethan had even taken the second pair of signed underpants that would have proved he'd done it a lot.
To defuse any accusations Ethan might make, he had been forced to actually act nice to Tucker this morning. But he'd still fucked him. He knew that the last time had drained him completely, and for that he was happy for now. And in the next day or so, he would go and speak to Darrel and Hiram. That would ensure his happiness for years to come – or was it cum, he mused to himself sardonically.
Twelve-year-old Kelley Tucker woke with a start. "God!" he thought to himself, "What a nightmare!"
But as the boy only slowly became more conscious of his surroundings, he sat up suddenly in bed. No, it wasn't a dream. This was his life. The sleep-over at the Jacobs' house had happened. Sandy Jacobs had been fucked all those times while he looked on. The same thing had happened to him not three weeks ago. He knew why his brain kept dragging back the events of the hated White Party at the Brewers' house into such sharp focus. He would need to face his demons once again in less than a week. Next Saturday was the Mackey Choosing Ceremony at Old Knot. And he would be there. He had now heard enough details of the event to know he'd be naked, on display for hundreds to see and once again, his ass would be available for fucking. And this new trial might only be the start of something that might continue for years to come. Like the Jacobs kid, Kelley had a profound sense of obligation that often dictated his behavior. At times he wished he didn't. In fantasies he thought of telling Cal Brewer, the Mackeys, and even his Dad to go and fuck themselves. He was Kelley Tucker and he had his own life to live. But he knew he would never do that. His fatal flaw, maybe like that of Sandy Jacobs, was his need, no his compulsion, to be considered reliable, dependable, and loyal to the Indian Spring community. What else could he do? What other option did he have?