Written by Charles Well <charles.well@yandex.com> and Sarge AKA Aldric <pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com>
(C) 2018)
The original Kids of Indian Spring (KOIS) story by Jonas Henley can be found here:-https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/kids-of-indian-spring/
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This story is about sex between boys and is therefore a total fantasy. It was written by an adult for the entertainment of other adults. No children or animals were either involved or harmed in the writing of this story. Please leave now if you are not supposed to be here.
Writing the continuing saga of the Kids of Indian Spring has become a real community effort. My 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.
In order of appearance, the major characters are:
Adam Nesbitt (13) A non-Mackey Near Springer. He had been on the losing side of a basketball game in Indian Spring where bets for blow-jobs had been made.
Alex Wood (13) A non-Mackey Near Springer. He had been on the losing side of a basketball game in Indian Spring where bets for blow-jobs had been made.
Cameron Wood (12) A non-Mackey Near Springer. Younger brother of Alex (13). He had been on the winning side of a basketball game in Indian Spring where bets for blow-jobs had been made. This team was largely organized by Kelley Tucker.
Sheldon Redd (17) Mackey Junior Council member. MC of the Choosing Ceremony in 1995. The bottom representative on the council having been a community bottom himself from 1990 to 1992. Tends to support the Elijah Mackey faction with Darrell & Hiram, but a possible swing vote. He doesn't like the way Darrell & Hiram have been conducting the business of the Council of late.
Sandy Jacobs (13 years, 5 months) (Full name Alexander Corbin Jacobs, which only his mother ever uses). A dirty blond boy who looked like he belonged in a country baseball commercial and was now at the point where you could tell he had once been very cute, was now simply good looking, and moving quite easily toward handsome. Oldest of four brothers in the Jacobs family. Main protagonist in my story (the reason why it's called The Sandy Jacobs Story). Part of the extended Mackey clan.
Tim Hardin (14) Son ofSammy Hardin,brother of Paul. Part of the extended Mackey clan. He was a Community bottom from 1993 with Harry Mackey.
Paul Hardin (16) Mackey Junior Council member. Older brother of Tim Hardin (14) - Tends to support the Elijah Mackey faction.
Hunter Mackey (11). Youngest son of Esther and Austin Mackey. His siblings are: Dot (18), Fairlane (14), and Dean (12) (in this year's Choosing).
Belle Tilton (13). Oldest daughter of of Sandra Mackey who married Mark Tilton. She is the older sister of Jared Tilton (10), friend of Stevie Jacobs and Ethan Tucker. Part of the extended Mackey clan.
David Mackey (12) Younger brother of Darrell and cousin to Hiram who were pushing to have him made one of the Mackey Community bottoms this year. Part of the extended Mackey clan. Now living in California.
Carter Mackey (11) Ared-head. He likes to mimic a famous baseball announcer from the radio. Best friend of Michael. A very deep Mackey who will be attending this year's Choosing Ceremony.
Michael Mackey (11) A dark-haired, good-looking boy. Best friend of Carter. A very deep Mackey who will be attending this year's Choosing Ceremony.
Toby Sanders (13) Best friend of Sandy Jacobs (13). Lives in Bartlet, but he is part of the extended Mackey clan. He went through the Choosing Ceremony in 1994.
Kevin Michael Mackey (13) Good-looking. He has dark brown hair, as thick as you could make very slightly curly hair yet still have it look dreamily soft. Part of the extended Mackey clan. One of the two Mackey community bottoms selected in the 1994 Choosing Ceremony. He is gay and confident in his sexuality.
Sean Mackey (12) Brother of Kevin. Mostly straight. Part of the extended Mackey clan. On this year's Mackey Choosing List.
Brad Jacobs (12 years, 1 month) aka Bradley. Dirty blond like his 3 brothers. Part of the extended Mackey clan. On this year's Mackey Choosing List.
Stephen (Stevie) Jacobs (11) Dirty blond hair like all his brothers – Sandy (13), Brad (12), and Chass (10). He has a light sprinkling of freckles across his nose and cheeks. Exploring being openly gay for the first time. Part of the extended Mackey clan.
Chase (Chass) Colton Jacobs (10) Just turned 10. Brother to Sandy (13), Brad (12) and Stevie (11) Jacobs. Part of the extended Mackey clan.
Tanner Mackey (13) Middle son of Frankie Mackey. Brother of Spencer Mackey (15) and Cooper Mackey (12). Second Community bottom from 1994 with Kevin.
Ethan Tucker (10 years 7 months) Younger brother of Kelley Tucker (12). Exploring being openly gay for the first time. A non-Mackey from Indian Spring.
Cal (Calvin) Brewer (12) Eldest son of Jonathan Brewer and brother of Ben Brewer (10). A Near Springer. The Brewer family have been long term residents of Indian Spring, but are not directly related to the Mackeys by blood.
Raymond Mackey (17) President of the Mackey Junior Council – Year 12 Honor Roll High School student. Considered "the adult in the room" on the Council. Tends to support the Hal Tucker faction, but susceptible to reasoned argument.
(This section is a flash-back to a week before the main events of this chapter)
"Hey Adam," said 13 year-old Alex Wood as he was coming home. Adam was just exiting the house. "Spending time with Cameron?" Cameron was his 12-year old kid-brother and it seemed like he and Adam were spending a lot of time together these days. He only commented because it seemed a little odd for these two to be hanging out, considering the more than one year age difference.
"Did he tell you?" Adam Nesbitt asked with surprise. "He was never to tell anyone. That was the deal," said Adam in a near panic.
"Then he's keeping it," Alex said. "Cameron hasn't told me about any deals. But do you want to clue me in?"
Adam stared at the ground and thought for a second. Every day he cursed himself for being so dumb. How could he have let a little kid talk him into such a crazy deal? And it was embarrassing for an almost 14 year old to have to do the sexual bidding of a boy barely 12. Maybe Alex could help him get out of his current predicament. They were the same age and good friends and he might have an idea on how to handle his kid-brother. Besides, there was nothing in the deal he'd made with Cameron that said `he' couldn't tell anyone, only that Cameron couldn't. Stoking his courage he said,
"Okay, but not here. Walk with me."
"Remember the basketball game at your place a few weeks ago?" Adam asked once they were away from the house.
"How could I forget it? I had to play totally bare-assed for the second half of the match. Then I had to blow Seth Mackey in the middle of the road for like three hours, in front of five hundred witnesses. Well maybe not three hours and five hundred witnesses, but he made me do him for a long time while all those other kids looked on – including girls. It had to be the worst day of my life. The Cormack sisters still giggle every time they see me. You got it easy with Cameron."
"Well not easy," said Adam blushing red. "Your brother tricked me. Well, not really. I was stupid. We were almost to your house and girls were coming and I said I'd do anything if he let me get inside before they saw me."
"What happened?" asked an amused sounding Alex. "Remember I was sucking the three-and-a-half incher of Seth Mackey at the time in the middle of the road with all the kids watching, so I didn't get to see what happened to you."
"I told you I was stupid," Adam responded guiltily. "I didn't want the girls to see me naked. Well, they already had, but I didn't want to make more of the show. I agree to give your kid brother more blow-jobs. I have to blow him whenever he wants. And he's holding me to it."
"For how long?" Adam asked, amazed. He had no idea his brother had been getting extra blowjobs from Adam.
"For as long as he wants," Adam said, his head hanging down in shame, or perhaps disgust at himself for making such a stupid deal. "No time limit."
"Whoa! You should complain. That doesn't sound fair."
"James Cormack (16) overheard it and said it was fair. He's the Near-Springer rep on the Council. You know it was the presence of the Mackeys – Darrell, Hiram, Sheldon Redd, and James, I guess, that ensured none of the guys backed out of that stupid bloody bet we made. Anyway, James said, as long as your brother never disrespects me and never tells anyone, I have to stick to the deal."
"Well maybe. But the blowjob was meant to be a one-off thing. Not something you need to do forever. The little prick caught you at a time you were vulnerable, but now he's abusing the system I reckon," said Alex.
"God," Alex laughed... "You were a sucker. Still are, I guess!"
Adam gave him a solid punch on the shoulder. "Ouch!" said Alex loudly. He then looked around and asked, "Where are we going?"
"Well the Mackeys got me into all this shit, and they can bloody well get me out."
Alex laughed. "No Mackey is gonna go out of their way to save your sorry ass – I mean mouth!"
Adam gave Alex another hard punch, but said,
"You know about that thing on July 15th they have each year in the very deep Mackey lands?"
"Shit," said Alex, "are you crazy? Even speaking about that will... You know what that bunch of hillbillies are like."
"Don't worry. I'm never gonna mention it. But word on the street is that Sheldon Redd is running it. And there's all sorts of shit between the Mackeys and Hal Tucker. You know those meetings our parents go to? Well I know some stuff about Kelley Tucker that Sheldon might want to hear. He might even want to hear it badly enough to help me out. And you too. Remember your little horror of a kid brother wanted you to suck him at first, until Seth talked him out of it. You might have been in my shoes. Don't you think you deserve a little payback from him as well?
"I guess, but nothing too over the top. Okay?"
Sheldon Redd was surprised when he answered the door and saw Adam Nesbitt and Alex Wood on his front step. It was unusual for anyone other than Mackeys to come to his house. He still had a lot of planning to do for the upcoming Choosing Ceremony which was only 10 days away now. As MC, things were pretty much left entirely up to him. He was a little pissed-off at the time. And he doubted whether many of his cousins realized, or even cared, how much work it took to make an event like that run smoothly.
"Oh,... hi! What do you two want?" he asked, letting his voice show he didn't welcome the interruption.
"Okay, straight to business," answered Adam somewhat sarcastically.
"I have this friend in Coolspring, and he told me some interesting things you might like to know," Adam said. "Maybe enough to make a deal?"
"It involves Kelley Tucker... the interesting things. Not the deal."
That made Sheldon pause. He pointed to the porch.
"Tell me what you know. I'm not promising anything as yet, but I'll listen."
Adam and Alex leaned on the railing while Sheldon took a seat on one of the chairs.
"I have a friend in Coolspring as I said." Adam began. "He knows a kid named Eddie Bowers. Eddie told my friend that he and his brother got to fuck a couple of kids from Indian Spring over the back of his dad's police car. Their dad's the top security guard over there."
Sheldon had heard of the rent-a-cop, Bowers. A total sleaze ball according to one of his uncles. He worked with them on some of their "night-work."
Adam hadn't noticed the thoughtful gaze of the older boy, and continued, "According to my friend, the Bowers kid could only remember the first names of the kids he and his brother fucked - Kelley and Nate. But the way he described the one named Kelley, it fit Tucker to a tee. And you know Kelley Tucker's best friend is a kid named Nathan Carlin. I reckon it's them."
This was interesting, Sheldon thought. But not easy to verify. It might buy the kids a deal, depending on what they wanted. But not until he verified it. Third-hand information was always questionable.
"Is that it?" Sheldon asked, not wanting to let these two know how interested he was.
"No," Adam said. "There's another thing. According to my friend, his family has a company that takes care of the grass at their house. The man that runs it is a Hispanic guy, but he has a lot of Mexican kids working for him, especially in the summer. Well my friend heard the two yard boys laughing about some white kid who let them fuck him if they would get their dad to hire him. Well, a lot of kids around the Spring know that Tucker got himself a job at a lawn-care company. It's the same company that cuts the grass at my friend's house. And one last thing. My friend knows another guy from there who practically admitted that he fucked Kelley Tucker. He didn't say it in so many words, but you know how kids talk. It could be true. And do you know who that guy was?"
Obviously, Sheldon had no idea. But a wave of the hand was all it took for Adam to continue.
"Cole Haley, the guy that's been hanging around the Spring with Tucker. The captain of the winning team in that basketball game at Alex's house."
Sheldon certainly did remember that game. He got to watch as thirteen-year-old Jake Finney had to blow the non-Springer, Haley kid. Then he looked on as Jake was fucked by him the next day because his little brother, Harry Finney (11) refused to do his penalty for throwing a tantrum during the match.
"Who's this friend of yours?" Sheldon asked. If any of this was true, it would sure make his plans easier to put into play. Darrell and Hiram would be pleased. So would Uncle Elijah. A win all around.
"Well, he's not really a friend. Kind of a prick actually. But I promised, I'd never tell anyone," said Adam uncertainly.
"Then I can't verify that anything you have told me is true," Sheldon said as he stood. "And you've wasted my time."
"His name is Tripp. I don't know his last name." spurted out Adam suddenly, scared his visions of getting out of the crazy deal with Cameron were disappearing.
Sheldon paused. He did know Tripp's last name. It was Headly. He was the kid Kelley Tucker had put on the black-list. The kid's mother had been bitching to some of the parents about her little darling being beat-up one time. His Mom had said her name was Ginger Dawson and they were friends growing up around here. "Holy Christ," said Sheldon under his breath. She would have been the sister of the famous Sean Dawson – the one they named the rule after. No wonder Tucker wanted him banned.
"Fuck!" Sheldon said out loud before he could stop himself. "I'll look into it," he stated taking back control of the discussion. "What were you guys hoping for in exchange?"
The next few days were sheer hell for Sandy. The rough treatment he had received at the sleepover turned out to be just the opening salvo in an ever descending series of abusive and degrading episodes instigated by Tim Hardin. On Tuesday Sandy was told to report to the 1993 bottom's house at 8:00 AM for a morning blow-job and fuck. Apparently, this was to be the ritual for what remained of the older boy's time as a bottom. Suck the kid off, wait an hour and get fucked as well. Sandy was ordered to strip naked, as soon as he arrived at Tim's room. Then kneel on the bed and start sucking on the older boy's morning wood. This 5 and a quarter inch fat monster was well known to Sandy from his activities at the sleep-over on Sunday night and repeated Monday morning and again that evening. But it only looked more fearsome in the bright light of day. Sandy licked up and down the stalk before slowly taking the first few inches of the large purple colored knob into his mouth. He could taste precum and piss, but knew the cock was not going to suck itself, so he got to work, taking in more and more with each down stroke. At one point Tim tried forcing the full erection down Sandy's throat, but a choke and an evil glare from the younger kid put a stop to further attempts at that. The Mackey Junior Council had imposed certain obligations on the new bottom's bottom. But choking was not one of them.
The blow-job took much longer than it should as Sandy was ordered to stop sucking from time to time and lick the older boy's balls and around his perineum. He also suspected that the kid had jacked-off again before his arrival, just to make his life more difficult. By the end of fifteen minutes of this Sandy thought his jaw would fall off and his tongue ached. He had burnt his mouth on hot drinks before, but never imagined his tongue could ever be exhausted. After 20 minutes, Tim did eventually achieve a climax. However, instead of shooting his load down Sandy's throat as expected, he pulled out just as his cock shot its first spurt and drenched the younger boy's face in the warm sticky white cream. He had done this at the sleepover and Sandy guessed it was part of the "power-trip" his enemy was enjoying. Still, Sandy knew he had no choice but to accept it for the time being. However, he was very careful to close his eyes this time. He knew how much cum in the face stung if it got in your eyes.
Tim then proceeded to berate the younger kid for not doing his duty and drinking the cum. In mock anger, he slowly scraped semen off Sandy's face and fed it to him, one finger load at a time. But Tim had not finished yet. He ordered the still naked Sandy to stand in the corner of the room facing the wall, like some naughty little six-year-old who had just been spanked. He was told to remain silent until the older boy was ready for a fuck. Sandy did as he was told as Tim went back to bed pretending to sleep. At worst, Sandy knew, there would only be five days of this. But while he stood there he spotted a set of barbells on the floor and seriously thought of picking one up and smashing the pretend sleeping boy's brains out. That would definitely be fun he mused, but had to concede, there might be other consequences were he to do so.
After about 45 minutes of corner time, Paul Hardin, Tim's older brother and Council member, entered the room without knocking.
"Wake up little brother. Time for your morning fuck."
Tim leaped out of bed, as if this was his pre-arranged cue, which indeed it was.
"Did you bring any lube?" asked Tim.
"Yes," answered Sandy carefully.
"Well, get it out and lube yourself up. This is gonna be one long hard fuck."
The next half hour was one of the most painful in Sandy's life. He had only been fucked for the first time a few days ago and his ass-hole still ached badly after the activities of recent times. But his whimpers, grunts, groans and even tears fell on deaf ears as he was fucked unmercifully in multiple positions for a full thirty-minutes. He was screwed on all fours, on his back, on his side, bending over the bed and desk, standing against the wall, and finally over a chair with wheels as the two boys rolled around the room in some perverse dance of lust. Throughout the fucking Tim never came, but kept pausing every few minutes to allow the rising excitement to diminish somewhat.
Sixteen-year-old Paul had stayed to watch the whole thing, and said,
"Okay. I think he's had enough for one morning."
"I guess," answered Tim reluctantly, before continuing.
"Okay Jacobs. Get dressed and piss-off."
Sandy didn't need a second invitation and put on his clothes as quickly as he possibly could. But Tim wasn't finished yet. There was even worse to come.
"Meet me at the bench in Tucker Wood at 3:00PM. At three o'clock exactly. Understand?"
"Yes," Sandy answered meekly. He was hurting badly and needed to get home. But Tim still had more.
"And before you get there, go find Carter and Michael Mackey and tell them to come along and watch. And tell them to invite their friends. All of them. If there are not at least five boys watching, we'll do it again on Wednesday. Understand? Only then, I'll need an audience of ten."
"Oh, and be here at 8:00 tomorrow morning – in fact every day this week. Clear?"
"I understand," answered Sandy sounding less intimidated than before.
"Pay-back's a bitch, ain't it!" Tim said smugly waving his hand at the bedroom door.
But Sandy didn't move. He stared at the older boy and then at sixteen-year-old Paul who was now sitting on the bed and said,
"I understand that. I know your life has been a bitch for the last two years. And I'm pretty sure I made it worse. But you've made your point. I've done everything you said so far, but even the bottom's bottom has the right to complain about abuse. Raymond told me that himself. So Tim, I guess you need to be very careful that you don't go too far. There were witnesses last night. There will be more this afternoon. And don't think for one minute I won't be telling everyone I see about what you did to me this morning. My Dad's the 10th Kinset representative on the Senior Council. I have already told him about the sleepover. And I will tell him about last night. I will tell him about this morning and I will tell him all about what we do after lunch today. One thing I've learned about the Mackeys is no one gets away with too much. I'm learning that the hard way. My advice is don't make the same mistake I did."
And with that Sandy turned around and walked out the door.
Hunter Mackey (11) had twice seen Belle Tilton (13) along the old trails and she appeared to be searching for something. He wondered what.
Over the last several months he had sometimes hung out with David Mackey when none of his other buddies were about. The kid was a total dweeb, but he knew all about tracking and hunting. In fact, it was the only thing he talked about. David had showed him a few tricks about moving quietly through the woods. And that certainly came in handy now as he secretly followed Belle. As he thought of David, he wondered where he'd gone. He should have been on the list, but wasn't. Indeed, he hadn't been seen around Indian Spring for a couple of days. "Very strange!" he thought to himself. Anyway, David Mackey was hardly his interest or concern just then.
Hunter followed her, staying not only out of her sight, but also hidden from anyone else who might be in the area. He knew they were somewhere close to Old Knot and wasn't sure if he should even be here himself. He was positive that Belle shouldn't be. Still, she was stunning. One of the best looking girls in Indian Spring as far as he was concerned. The type that made your pecker hard just looking at her in tight jeans. Finding out what she was up to here in the woods was certainly worth a little risk.
She left the trail, cutting through the forest to her left. Hunter let her get further ahead of him, knowing that the rudimentary tracking skills he'd learned from David would enable him to follow her path.
After giving her a minute to move forward, he started to follow. Her path was hard to see in the changing light across the ground as the trees swayed in the wind. And she was gone from sight. She'd just simply disappeared.
He sat down next to a tree and tried to figure out where she might have gone. Pretty girls just don't disappear. He knew they were damn close to Old Knot, closer than he wanted to be. Belle had two cousins who were going to be in the Choosing next Saturday, Quentin Mackey and Jeff Garvin. Could her being here have something to do with that?
As he pondered it, he heard the sound of a branch falling not too far from where he was. He did what David had taught him and looked at the area where it fell using his peripheral vision instead of looking right at it. The dweeb had told him that was better for seeing motion, and it worked. Hunter caught the very small movement of branches up in one of the trees.
Once he knew where to look, he could see the hunting blind clearly. "Shit!" he thought to himself. "Who would have guessed?"
The blind was very well designed, all but invisible. He wondered if it was one of David's. The dweeb was always making things like that. Certainly no girl like Belle Tilton had built it. But Hunter couldn't understand why it was here. There was definitely no hunting in this part of the woods. The obvious signs of human habitation at Old Knot, less than 150 yards away, would scare off any game.
Hunter was good at climbing trees, and this one was easy. He was about half-way up when Belle's face appeared above him.
"Go away Hunter," she said to him. He didn't obey and completed the climb.
The blind had been expertly constructed, and in one direction it provided an open view of Old Knot. Hunter was confused, he'd always heard of it as a log, but this was a constructed stage with bleachers between the stage and the tree he was in.
"What are you doing here?" he asked Belle.
"I could ask you the same question," she said.
"I think I need to go and have a word about this with Darrell and Hiram. And tell them that I followed you here. The way you were sneaking around tells me that you didn't want anyone to know about this place. How did you find it anyway?"
"David Mackey took me here once. We kissed. He wouldn't tell me what it was for."
"David's gone off somewhere," Hunter said. "And you don't belong here."
"David's parents had marital problems, and his mom took him and his sister to California. I don't think he'll be back. And I just wanted to come here again. I liked David, even though he was a bit strange. And my first and only kiss was from him, right here in this very spot."
Hunter took another look through the trees where the branch had been moved. He now had a perfect view of Old Knot - the entire stage area, the bleachers and all the other out-buildings.
"You're lying, at least about why you're here," Hunter said. "You're planning on watching the Choosing Ceremony on Saturday. Hoping to see your cousin's little dicks?" He saw her blush and knew he was on the right track.
"I reckon Darrell and Hiram would give me something special if they knew about this place and that you were in it. Something I want a lot. Tell me the truth and maybe I'll find another way to get it."
He saw her considering it, and waited.
"Not my cousins," she said after a long pause. "Although I'll still look at them. You don't have to tell, I don't mean to harm anyone."
"Just you being here is enough to upset a lot of people. And the punishment for it will be given to Quentin and Jeff. Is that what you want?"
"No," she said. "How would they be punished?"
"I don't know, there's a lot about this place I don't know. But I can guess they'd both be bottomed, probably for three years." He paused, giving her a second to think about that. Then he added, "If I tell."
Her face lifted. He'd offered her some hope and let that dangle out there. Now she needed to know what he wanted in exchange.
"What is it you want? I don't think my cousins will get punished just because I'm here today."
"No, maybe not. But you're planning on coming back on the 15th, aren't you? You're just here today to make sure you have the perfect view. If you don't want me to snitch on you, tell me the real reason you're here. Then we can bargain."
She bit her lip, and her face turned redder. "It isn't about my cousins. It's Dean."
"My older brother?" Hunter asked in amazement.
"Yep," Belle continued, "He'll be thirteen in a few days. I need money. A couple of girls will pay me for pictures of him. I was going to bring a camera, a good camera, here. They offered me money if I could get some pictures."
"What girls?" Hunter asked. This was getting interesting.
"I'm not going to tell you that. They don't live here. They know him from school."
"When you lie, you look away, not right at me. And you curl the fingers on your left hand. You're lying. There are no other girls. The pictures are for you, aren't they?"
She looked down. This kid was far too much a smart ass for an 11-year-old. But he was right. It took several seconds before she answered.
"David could always tell when I lied too. Now I know how. You were friends with David?"
"For a while. He was strange, but he taught me a few things. He was really good at building things like this. But you didn't lie when you said he didn't tell you why he built it."
Hunter paused, wondering what he could get out of this.
"One more thing. David told me something he'd done with a girl, but not who. Now I think I know who. You did more than kiss. You sucked his dick."
She didn't answer other than to slowly nod her head.
"I can't let you come here again," he said, wishing it wasn't true. "If you got caught and told anyone I knew about it, they'd bottom me for sure. That's a risk I won't take."
He paused. "And I won't tell anyone, not even my brother. I don't know what you see in him, but I don't really care. But for not telling anyone I found you here, I want something Dean hasn't gotten yet. I want what you did for David, a blowjob. Right now, right here. And I want to see you totally naked."
"You're only eleven," Belle said.
"Almost twelve," Hunter blurted out. He was actually just barely eleven and a half, and he realized how his statement made him sound like a little kid.
"I'm old enough to know what I want," he said, trying to recover. "So, what's it to be? I tell I found you up here and you hope they don't take it out on your cousins, or you blow me now and stay away from here on the 15th?"
It took a long time before she answered. She started by taking her blouse off. Hunter's mind almost exploded with joy as he watched her undress. She paused when she got down to just her panties.
"All of it off," he said, his voice much higher than he wanted it to be.
"You too," she said. "Both of us, totally naked."
Suddenly, working to get his brother bottomed didn't matter near as much. Hunter wasted no time removing his clothing. The blowjob was wonderful, and he wished he'd asked for a lot more from her. But he was getting something that he was sure few other eleven-year-olds ever got. Something that even kids a few years older weren't getting. And from a girl who was two years older than him.
Sandy was waiting at the bench in Tucker Wood a little before the 3:00 PM deadline set earlier in the day. With him was eleven-year-old Carter and Michael Mackey and four of their friends. His brothers had also wanted to come along, but Sandy had convinced them to stay away. He wanted to believe they had seen enough last Sunday night. Watching him getting fucked in front of all those twelve-year-olds was bad enough. They didn't need to see him screwed today in front of a bunch of elevens. Sandy wondered what other nasty schemes Tim Hardin had up his sleeve, but knew he would definitely be lodging a protest with the Council. His asshole still ached badly from all the exercise it had received in the last few days. He wondered if the pain would ever go away.
The good news was that both Carter and Michael and all their friends seemed pretty cool. As deep Mackeys all, they had grown up accepting the many strange traditions in the family and were happy for the invitation to watch a thirteen-year-old being fucked by an older kid. Sandy had now taken Kevin's advice and made no attempt to hide his status or what would happen.
"You guys want to watch me get fucked by Tim Hardin at the bench in Tucker Wood this afternoon?" Sandy had asked when his youngest brother Chase had taken him to find these kids who were playing basketball on the backyard court at Carter's house.
It was not every day you got an invitation like that, even in Indian Spring, so the younger boys were happy to tag along.
On the way to the bench, Sandy joked about and generally made friends with the younger kids. Like all the Jacobs boys, he could turn on the charm when needed, and he was now starting to understand that having influence in this community meant having allies and networks.
As they walked to Tucker Wood, Carter and his friends were full of questions for Sandy.
"What was it like getting fucked?"
"Did it hurt?'
"How many times have you done it so far?"
"Are you going to the Choosing Ceremony on Saturday?"
"How did you end up as the bottom's bottom?"
"How long do you have to be a bottom?"
"Why do you want us to watch?"
"Do you like being on top or bottom best?"
He answered them all as honestly as he could. Like his own brothers, Sandy guessed these kids were concerned about the Choosing Ceremony for when their time came. None of them were on the line this year. But they were all planning to go. Four as eleven-year-olds and two were only actually tens. When he found this out, Sandy smiled at the two 10-year-olds and said,
"You know what that means guys – a good hard butt-whopping?"
When the two youngest kids looked uncertain, Sandy grinned and said,
"Don't worry. It can't be that bad. Brice Mackey went through it a few years ago and he's the biggest wimp in the whole of the Spring."
Everyone laughed.
"Besides, my brother Chase will be getting the strap as well. And I'll be there and all my friends too. I promise, if things get too nasty, we'll step in." And he gave a broad reassuring smile and continued walking down the track.
A little later, Sandy suggested that if Michael really wanted to see what getting fucked was like, he would be happy to demonstrate. Then he half-heartedly chased the kid around some trees until several of his friends caught him and threatened to hand him over to the older boy. But everyone laughed and scattered again, when Sandy said Michael was not good looking enough and he preferred Eric who was one of the kids holding Michael. This resulted in another mad dash around the forest for several minutes.
By the time they arrived at the clearing with the bench, Sandy felt he had established a decent rapport with these kids. But as they waited for Tim to arrive, conversation ceased and Sandy felt deep, dark, tendrils of fear rising. He had been hurt last night, again this morning, and dreaded what was about to happen. His whole lower body was painful and his ass-hole felt as if it had been ripped apart. Fear and dread works from the inside. You can't control it.
"You okay?" asked Carter Mackey looking a little concerned.
"I'm fine," Sandy lied. He knew it was totally uncool to show weakness, especially in front of a bunch of younger kids. He forced a smile and said,
"That thing you do – the baseball announcer – it's totally rad. You gonna do it today?"
"I guess," answered Carter carefully. "You want me to?"
"It's cool. I think it really pissed-off Tim Hardin last time. Yeah, do it!"
The younger boys started laughing and high-fiving each other. Clearly, the baseball announcer was Carter's thing and they had been hoping he would.
Just then they heard crashing from the surrounding trees and two older boys suddenly entered the clearing - Tim Hardin and Sandy's own best friend, thirteen year-old Toby Sanders.
"Good" said Tim looking around at the younger boys. "I see you brought the audience."
Sandy ignored him. It was great seeing his best friend again.
"I thought you weren't coming home until the 13th? When did you get back?" Sandy said, smiling broadly at his buddy. They bumped fists and the dirty blond knew things would be okay now.
"Hey man! Like, just an hour ago. My Mom had a big fight with my aunt, so we came home early. My Dad's totally pissed, but he'll get over it."
"What's wrong?'
"Oh, nothing's wrong!" said Tim with an evil grin. "In fact, everything is just perfect. But a lot's been happening since you went away on your little holiday. And my new bottom boy thought you might like to watch as I fuck him. Sandy why don't you explain."
Toby Sanders looked ready to kill Tim, but then twisted around quickly to face his friend. There was a look of shock on his face.
Sandy had turned red, and stumbled out,
"Sss.. Sorry man. I wanted to catch you alone when you got back, but err..."
"Tell him how you're the new bottom's bottom," said Tim encouragingly.
Sandy looked at Toby and then to the group of younger kids who had remained silent for the past minutes. He remembered Kevin's advice. Looking directly at his best friend he explained,
"Remember that time you and me went to see Jason about me having a go with Kevin?"
Toby nodded, already suspecting what had happened.
"Well, Darrell and Hiram said they'd arrange it if I got Brad on the Choosing List for this Saturday. I never thought Mom and Dad would go for it, but they did. See, the repairs on the old house were finished and we moved back to our place on Lower Spring Drive. You should come over. It's real nice."
"Save the reunion Sandy. Just tell him what you did," ordered Tim.
"I started fucking the bottoms. Kevin first, then Tim here, and Tanner. Darrell and Hiram said it was okay."
"Shit!" exclaimed Toby. "But you ain't got no exemption."
"Fucking prick," Sandy grinned. "Now you tell me. Anyway, I got hauled in front of the Council and they made me the bottom's bottom for 13 months."
"F – u – c – k!" said Toby in disbelief.
"Yes, fuck is right," said Tim cutting in on the conversation. "When I saw your Dad driving up the road to your place, I knew you'd want to watch your friend get fucked. But he's no virgin - not after Sunday night, but it's still fun."
"We had a sleepover at our new place and... Well I'll tell you all about it later," said Sandy.
"Good idea," mocked Tim. "All the gory details I hope. But for now I'm as horny as all hell and need some sweet boy ass to fill. So Jacobs, why are you still dressed? Strip and get over the table. We'll start in the doggy position, I think."
Toby looked ready to punch Tim's lights out, but Sandy just shrugged and said, "Sorry!" and began stripping-off. He threw his clothes to the younger boys who had all taken seats on the bench a few feet from the table. He gave them a smile and the thumbs-up gesture and said,
"It's okay Toby. You can't do anything about it." Then Sandy got some lubricant from his bag, squeezed a generous dollop onto his right index and middle fingers and slowly worked them into his ass-hole. After several minutes, he gave a slight nod to Carter, a smile to Toby and then knelt on the table on all fours as ordered. Demonstrating this level of bravado was not easy, but he was determined not to disgrace himself in front of his best buddy.
Tim had pulled off his shorts and underwear, but kept on his shirt, shoes and socks and then stepped up behind the bending boy.
That had clearly been the signal for Carter Mackey to start his little act.
"Welcome sports fans to what promises to be the grudge match of the decade. These two players have a combative history together Mike, and I think we're gonna see sparks fly high today."
"Shut the fuck up, you little prick," yelled Tim as he pulled on his penis to make it hard.
Sandy managed to turn his head around enough to wink at Toby. Carter also noticed, looked at his friends, and just continued his spiel,
"In our exclusive pre-game interview with Sandy Jacobs earlier today, he spoke of the bad blood between him and his opponent. They definitely have a history together Mike. Who can forget the last time we saw these two in action. On that occasion, the younger and less experience player took `stolen base running' to a whole new level and made it safely to home plate in less time than it takes to tell. A real dirt dog in the view of many commentators. But Jacobs admitted his lack of experience in defense. And the question remains whether he can hold back the opposition today. The stats are not friendly. On this return fixture, Jacobs must face the batting of the two-year veteran player, Tim Hardin, selected as one of two MVPs in 1993."
"And I think we're ready for the play. Yes, it's batter up. And what a bat? That's huge Mike. Is that even regulation size?"
"But Jacobs has no opportunity to challenge any equipment irregularities as Hardin is using what he has at hand and literally forcing the play. And I think Jacobs is in trouble sports fans. He is grunting and groaning hard under the pressure from this MVP from 93. It's a force play situation as Hardin settles in comfortably at bat. He found the sweet spot, and appears to be taking his time. I fear it's gonna be a no-hitter for Jacobs this time."
"The crowd remains silent in the bleachers. But I think Hardin sees home plate ahead. The pace is picking up. No chance of a Merkle's Boner today. Hardin's batting is relentless and overpowering his younger opponent. But there's a sudden infield shift and Jacobs finds himself flat on his back and still facing the relentless batting. The pressure continues, but Hardin is home folks. Safe! No doubt on this one Mike. The older, more experienced player has proved the benefit of long hours in the dug-out. He pulled out, but that's the end of our broadcast today sports fans. A grudge match for the record books, no doubt about that Mike."
The 11 year-olds were the first to leave. By the time Sandy was dressed, they had all disappeared down one of the hidden tracks. Tim thought of saying something before he left as well, but decided against it. Toby Sanders had full Mackey rights having been through the Choosing Ceremony last year and Tim knew he was technically a bottom for 4 more days. Better not to push his luck with that kid around.
Sandy went back home with Toby and after dinner they met up with Kevin who had been visiting an aunt in the city all day. Sandy explained what Tim had done and asked Kevin not to fuck him again just now. I'm really sore back there.
"I'll suck you," offered Sandy and he did just that with Toby and his little brother Bradley in the room. In any other place, one boy blowing another might have been a private thing, but Sandy was way past caring. And this was Indian Spring after all.
Before going to bed that night Sandy did tell his Dad what happened that morning and at the bench. But that only resulted in more embarrassment as his father demanded to see his son's ass-hole. Sandy refused at first, but Mr. Jacobs insisted.
"Red raw, and very puffy, but I don't see any blood. I bet it hurts!"
"Yes Sir," said Sandy looking over his shoulder trying in vain to look for himself.
"I'll have a word to Selby and Jedidiah first thing in the morning. Is Tim expecting you at 8:00 AM again?" (Selby and Jedidiah were members of the Mackey Adult Council).
"He was. But Kevin and me have got it covered. He was over here this afternoon and he rang Tim and said that he didn't own me and couldn't have me all to himself and he wanted me tomorrow morning. But Tim's still expecting me at the bench at three o'clock."
On Wednesday the audience for the 3:00 PM public fucking at the bench in Tucker Wood consisted of a bunch of Tim's friends. There were five of them in total, all 14 or 15 year-olds Sandy guessed. He knew most of them only vaguely – all deep or very deep Mackeys you generally didn't see much around town. But this group was far less enthusiastic than those from the day before. Two of them actually left before Tim reached orgasm. Sandy also dodged the eight o'clock summons the next day by arranging to spend Thursday morning with Tanner Mackey and his twelve year-old brother Cooper. In fact Sandy got fucked by both kids, even though technically Cooper had no rights at all to his ass. But Tanner had been very good to him at the sleepover. Besides, he and his brother were both whacky kids and loads of fun. Sandy decided he would hang out more with these guys over the rest of the summer. Cooper was a friend of Bradley and also in the Choosing just days away now. And like Brad, and Kevin's brother Sean, Cooper wasn't particularly worried about the Ceremony, but was expecting checkmarks and happily went down on Sandy and his own brother "for practice."
On Thursday Tim had arranged for a group of 13 and 14 year-old girls as the audience for the public fucking in Tucker Wood. Kevin had rang and left the message while Sandy had been at Tanner's house. It looked to Sandy as though it was going to be the most embarrassing day yet. He dawdled on the way and arrived just after the appointed time. But rather than a bunch of giggling girls, there were just two people present. Tim Harden, as anticipated, and Raymond Mackey who was not expected at all.
"Hi Sandy," said Raymond seriously.
"Err, hi," said Sandy back, expecting to be yelled at for something.
"I sent the girls away," said Raymond, and continued addressing Sandy, "You need permission from the Council before you can publicly fuck one of the bottoms in front of girls. Tim apologizes and says he forgot that rule."
Then he turned to Tim and said,
"Tim, the Mackey Junior Council appreciates all the work you have done over the past two years as a community bottom. However, some members of our committee feel you have been taking your need for revenge too far. Out of proportion to what Sandy did to you. I know about Tuesday and Wednesday here. People are complaining and you are losing community support. You should have stopped after Sunday night. Yes, we've had full reports on that too. So we are releasing you from any future obligations for the remaining days of your term. As of this moment, you are no longer a Mackey community bottom."
Then turning to the other boy, he said, "Sandy Jacobs you have no future obligations to do anything Tim says."
Tim opened his mouth to complain, but Raymond held up his hand. "It's over Tim. Go home. Sandy you do the same."
During the five day period from the sleep-over until the Choosing on the 15th, Sandy managed to spend considerable time at the Mackey Junior Clubhouse going through what passed as the archives. He had not forgotten his promise to Bradley to find out all he could about the ceremony. But he also recognized that there was power in being able to quote rules and bylaws. He was determined to never again walk blindly into a Mackey minefield.
Tad Mackey (16) who had been in charge that first day was reluctant to allow Sandy to see anything, but a word from Jason and confirmation from Council President Raymond, had opened access. The mostly hand written documents were difficult to read and in no particular order. The oldest pages were letters dating back to the early 1800s. Sandy found the cursive handwriting from those days difficult to read, but he persevered. They proved not to be particularly helpful in setting out any rules, but were interesting history of the family going back to 1799, when 19 year old Thomas McKie and his 13 year old half-brother Michael boarded a sailing vessel that would bring them to America. Many things had changed since then, including the spelling of the family name, but Sandy read with fascination about the first Choosing Ceremony which was held in 1829. He could hardly believe they went back that far. No wonder some in the family were unwilling to give up that tradition. He also found a list of all the boys who had ever been selected as community bottoms and the years they served. As he scanned the list, many pages long and written at different times and in different handwriting, he discovered a few surprises in the more recent generations that he actually knew.
But the documents that proved most useful in his quest actually dated back to 1949 when a first attempt was made, by a now unknown author, to write down a century's worth of Mackey family oral traditions, precedents, regulations and rules that affected the young males in the community. They were written on sheets of paper that looked like they were torn from a school notebook dating back to the Second World War. There were also minutes of meetings of a group calling itself the Mackey Youth Committee that attempted to clarify and often codify rules that had been questioned at the time. From the early 1960s the records were more plentiful and Sandy read with curiosity the various arguments back and forth between the Mackey and the Near Springers. Interestingly, the name Hal Tucker, who must have been just a kid at the time, was influential in setting down many of the rules that still seemed to apply today. He wondered whether Kelley and Ethan knew their Dad did this stuff all those years ago.
Sandy had been forbidden to remove any papers, and there was no photocopy machine available, but he took copious notes and over a three day period managed to compile what he felt was a fairly comprehensive list of rules, bylaws, and traditions that appeared to manage the male youth in the Mackey community. Interestingly, even the term "youth" had changed definition over the years. Originally covering anyone up to age 21. That had been reduced to those under 18 in 1982. The end result was that now Sandy felt he was no longer sitting in on a rigged game. In fact, he suspected he knew more about the bylaws than most members of the Council. The exception might have been Sheldon Redd, who appeared to have a photographic memory of the most obscure points. But Sandy had been going out of his way to play up to and flatter the 17-year-old. He remembered what Kevin told him about Sheldon having "the hots" for him. He would use that. They hadn't actually had sex yet, but Sheldon could hardly disguise his interest and Sandy knew he had the 17-year-old eating out of his hand, if not his crotch. He had even suggested to Raymond Mackey that he and Sheldon work together and create a comprehensive new printed list of the Mackey Youth bylaws. As an only child, Sheldon Redd had one of those new PC computers in his bedroom and Sandy was keen to try it out. The offer had impressed everyone and raised his status in the eyes of the Council. Sandy guessed that with him and Sheldon in a room alone together, sex was pretty much sure to follow, but he could live with that.
Since Tim had been banned from his ass, it was only Kevin making use of his services on a regular basis and that always involved turn-abouts. There had been two fucks from 14-year-old Harry Mackey, the second Community bottom from 1993. That had hurt a lot, even though Harry went out of his way to be gentle. The trouble was that Harry possessed a porn-star sized cock at over 6 and-a-half inches. And then there was one fuck from Chase Garvin (15), the only remaining bottom from the 1992 Choosing Ceremony who had been given a three year term. He was almost as big as Harry, but was finishing his stint as a bottom in a few days and was now far more interested in girls. But all of them had treated him well and getting to know these kids so intimately could not help but improve his profile in the community.
Sandy Jacobs had what his teachers called a "Concrete Sequential learning style". `Learning styles' were the new big thing for the teachers at Joplin Middle School in Sweet Water in the school year of 1994-1995. Well he guessed they were correct about that for him, at least. He liked dealing with the here and now and processing information based on what you see, hear, think, feel, and taste. And he had a compulsion to plan, and got stressed when things didn't happen as they should. On Thursday night he arranged another sleepover. But a smaller one this time. He invited Kevin and Toby, Brad invited Sean, Stevie invited Ethan, and Chass complained when he was told he couldn't bring anyone. But the Jacobs parents were starting to lose patience with the extra kids about all the time, and any more than four, Sandy assumed might be pushing his luck. After a dinner of his Mom's famous spaghetti Bolognese, and Aunt Gloria's preserved fruit and ice-cream, the boys all settled into Sandy and Brad's room to plan for the Choosing Ceremony, just 2 days away now.
"Okay guys," said Sandy looking around at all the other kids in the room. "The biggest event on the Mackey calendar is coming up in two days' time. I called this meeting to make sure we are all prepared. You all have roles to play. That's why you're here now. The price of messing up could be real high for some of us. I made a promise to do everything I can to protect Brad from getting picked as a bottom."
Then he looked at Kevin, who quickly got the hint and said,
"Yeah, and I promised to protect Sean."
Then everyone turned to look at Toby who was the only other 13-year-old in the room.
"Well, I'm here to help as well I guess. I promised Sandy and I promised Brad. Kevin and me were at the Choosing last year. He got picked and I didn't, but it was a close call for third place. And really, being a bottom is not for you Brad."
Then Toby smiled looking at Stevie Jacobs and Ethan Tucker sitting on the floor, holding hands.
"Definitely not for Brad, but maybe next year for Stevie and Ethan."
The two boys just mentioned blushed red immediately and moved apart. They hadn't realized others had noticed.
But Sandy didn't want his meeting sidetracked and took back control. He gave Toby an angry look and said,
"We will worry about those two in twelve months time. For now our job is to protect Brad and Sean." He waited several seconds for everyone to settle down. Chass had been pushing Stevie and Ethan back together again and was making kissing sounds by holding the back of his hand up to his lips.
"Chase!" It was all Sandy said before the 10-year-old stopped the teasing. Toby was actually very impressed that his best friend now had such control. In his recollection, the Jacobs boys did what they wanted. A `screw you Sandy' would have been the expected response previously. But Chase just shut-up.
"As you all know, since I got full Mackey rights, I have been spending a lot of time at the clubhouse going through the old archives. Your Dad's in a lot of those records Ethan."
"I guess," said the 10-year-old. "Tolley told me a lot of stuff."
"Anyway," Sandy continued, "I'm pretty sure I have a good handle on most of the rules and precedents that affect the Choosing Ceremony. Brad, if you agree, I won't be your sponsor. Toby will."
Bradley looked hurt and said, "But you promised."
"Yes I did," said Sandy, "And you can hold me to that if you like, but listen to my reasons first."
"Okay!" said the 12-year-old looking concerned.
"If I'm your sponsor at the Choosing on Saturday, I can give you the minus 10 bottom points like I promised. But I can't give you the minus 2 points that a regular sponsor has. The same applies to you Sean with Kevin. The officially recognized sponsor can add three points on the kid's back or take two off, but they can't make any other deductions. And there's another rule that say brothers who aren't sponsors can also add 2 points to their own brother's total or take one point off. If I'm not your sponsor, Toby can give you minus two, and I can give you minus one as a brother and minus 10 as a bottom. You basically start the day with minus 13 points and that's huge."
"I get it," said Brad. "And Stevie could give me another minus as a brother. But Chase doesn't get to vote, right?"
"No, Chass doesn't get a vote this year. Ten-year-olds don't. Sorry Ethan, sorry Chass. But I want Stevie to hold his vote in reserve and only use it to protect you if it's absolutely needed."
"Why?" Brad asked.
"Because by going to the Choosing Ceremony as an 11-year-old Stevie gets one point off next year, but he goes on the List for sure."
"But every 12-year-old is on the List this year" Kevin stated.
"And that will probably be the rule from now on," Sandy conceded. "I heard Sheldon talking about it with Raymond in the library at the clubhouse.
"Yeah, Jason was telling us about that the other day," said Sean looking to his brother for confirmation."
"That's right," Kevin put in. "He did say that last week."
"Yeah well, but they didn't always do it that way. In the past a lot of kids got left off." Sandy acknowledged, and pointed his two hands at himself.
"Me for instance, and some of Holden Mackeys' kids too that I know about."
"Right on," added Toby. "Those religious ones always got a pass."
"Well, not any more it seems," answered Sandy. "Judge Mackey is on the List and his Mom is about as religious as they come. I met her."
"Too right," beamed a happy sounding Toby.
"Judge is okay, assured Sandy. "Just a little repressed I reckon."
Stevie and Ethan started giggling.
Sandy looked at them sternly, but continued.
"But that's got nothing to do with it. Stevie can vote on Saturday and if he does, he gets another point off his starting score for next year. But if the boy he votes for doesn't actually become a bottom, he loses both the minus points and starts next year with zero."
"Right Sean?"
"Yeah, he's right. I'm starting on Saturday with minus 2 points before anyone even votes because last year Jason made me sign Kevin's back."
"Stevie, you hold your vote to almost the very end, when it's clear which guys are gonna lose. If I need you to help Brad, Toby and I will tell you. But otherwise, you put your name on the kid with the most points. It's nothing personal against that guy. You're just playing the system like Sean did with Kevin last time."
"Brad," Sandy continued, "your decision is whether you want Toby as your sponsor and start with minus 13 points, or me and start with minus 10. Maybe 11 because of the brother vote, but I'll need to confirm that with Sheldon."
"Okay, it's a good plan," answered Bradley. "Are you okay with this Toby?"
"I told you I was before little man. I won't let you down. Pretty sure Sandy would rip me a new ass-hole in the center of my face if I did."
"Right on!" returned Sandy in a mock threat.
"But Sheldon Redd is all about the show. He goes hard on the checkmarks when kids have other protections. I won't be able to save you much from that," Toby pointed out. "You too Sean, I reckon."
"They know about that. I guess they'll just have to suck it up." Said Sandy laughing out loud for the first time since the meeting began.
Brad and Sean looked daggers, but the others were all rolling around on the floor in fits of giggles.
It was Sandy who managed to pull himself together first.
"You have the same issue Sean. You start with more negative points if Kevin is not your sponsor. My other friend from Bartlett, Kelson Mackey, could be trusted if I ask him. He's supposed to be back home today or tomorrow."
Kevin, who had stopped laughing by this time said, "I'll leave it up to Sean. But I think he's in pretty good shape." Then he turned to his brother and said,
"You're starting with minus 2 points for going last year. Then you have my minus 10 bottom points, and another off from Jason as a brother. And he has the minus 5 as a Council member he says he'll use this year, if you need protection. Starting out with -18 points, I don't really see the need for sponsor protection, but you decide.
"I think I want you as my sponsor, Kevin. A lot of kids don't like the idea of two bottoms from the one family, and I think you would be better."
"Okay," replied the 13-year-old brother. "The only other kid on the line this year that has anything like the protection that you and Brad have is Cooper. I assume his oldest brother Spencer will vote him a pass. Tanner will, he's already told us that. And like you, Cooper was at the Choosing last year and voted for me hoping to save his brother. But we all know how that ended. Anyway, he starts with at least minus 13 points, depending on who he picks as his sponsor. But out of the rest of the 12-year-olds, I think only a few have any minus points at all. Maybe some from brothers, but I think Fairlane might actually vote for Dean to become one of the bottoms. "
Sandy remembered that Darrell had told him that, but thought it was best not to mention it. Dean was a good kid, but he couldn't protect them all.
"Any questions so far," asked Sandy. When no one said anything, he continued,
"The next issue is escorts. Toby?'
Toby had been told to expect this question and was ready. "The tradition is that brothers, cousins or older friends escort the 12-year-olds into Old Knot on Choosing Day. Some of the fathers have fixed the place up a lot, and Sandy wants us all to go there tomorrow morning and check it out. So there's no surprises! It's changed a lot from last year Sean. Is that okay with everyone? I mean when we wake up in the morning. It doesn't have to be early."
Toby looked around the room, but nobody indicated they had a problem doing that.
"Tell them about the escorts." Sandy ordered impatiently.
"Don't get your panties wet. I'm getting to that," Toby teased.
"Brad, me, Sandy, Stevie, and Chase will be escorting you in to Old Knot. It will take us twenty-five minutes to walk there. We leave at exactly 8:30 AM. Kevin?"
"Sean, Jason and I will be taking you in. We leave our place at 8:20 AM."
"And then we all meet up outside Old Knot at a place I'll show you tomorrow. Then we all go into the clearing together. I want people to know the Jacobs brothers and the Mackey brothers are a power to be reckoned with," explained Sandy. "We impress them with numbers. Guys, bring all your friends along."
Toby continued, "Brad as soon as you get there, strip-off, and give Stevie your clothes and get over that new bench they've built out there. Don't talk, don't wriggle about and don't give Sheldon any excuse to give you checkmarks. Stevie you bring the backpack and a spare towel and soap. You can store it under the bleachers when the Choosing starts. Kevin."
"Well I forgot about that. I'll bring your backpack, a towel and other stuff and Jason can keep an eye on it in the space reserved for the Council members."
"What about me," asked Chase concerned he was being left out. But Sandy had been expecting this one.
"Well Chass, you and Ethan have the most difficult task of the day – apart from Brad and Sean of course. You and your gang can come in with us at first. But before 9:15 you need to leave Old Knot and wait in the woods. Your job is to show the other 10-year-olds where to stay and be brave when you get rounded up by someone from the Council. We'll show you where to wait when we go there tomorrow. You don't really have to hide as everyone knows you're gonna be there. Just go quietly when they round you up. Remember, all the 10-year-olds have to get their bare asses strapped, so do as you're told and be as brave as you can. Toby and me and all the other guys will be there. We won't let them get carried away. But, I'm pretty sure it will hurt. And look after Ben Brewer, Jared Tilton and any of the other guys that might be scared. I want people to know that the Jacobs boys can be counted on in tough times. The Mackeys and the Tuckers too. Help others. You okay with that Chase? What about you Ethan?"
"Okay," answered Chase seriously.
"Me too," responded Ethan.
"How is Kelley coping Ethan? Is he okay?'
"I think he's fine. He and my Dad and Casey have had meetings in his office."
"Casey Harris?" questioned Sandy looking at Toby.
Toby shrugged and said, "I thought Casey went off to boarding school?"
"He did," said Ethan, "but he comes back on weekends sometimes."
Not sure what Casey Harris had to do with anything, Sandy continued,
"Sheldon Redd wants me to act as score keeper with Hinton Mackey. I guess I'll be busy with that most of the day. But Stevie, Chass and Ethan come and speak to me if you have a problem. After the 10s get their spankings, you'll be sitting in the bleachers with the rest of the guys.
One last thing. Sheldon's been hinting to me that the 10-year-olds might have a more active role this year. I don't think they would force the 10s to do anything they don't want, but we play that by ear and see what happens. Any questions?"
When nobody said anything, Sandy said,
"I'm exhausted, so Kevin and me are sleeping in my bed. Brad, can you look after Sean? Possibly get more practice sucking each other's cocks. And I think Chass should join you. Suck him too? Remember practice makes perfect."
"Go fuck yourself Sandy," said Brad only half joking.
"I guess Kevin will do that," answered the older brother without hesitation. Everyone laughed.
"Err, sorry bro," responded Brad, "I didn't mean...Chase you're with us."
"No problemo," replied Sandy. "And Toby, you gonna be okay to sleep with Stevie and Ethan?"
"What? Why would I?" protested Toby too quickly.
"Shit man. I suspected that stuff was happening between you and Stevie for months now. His idea, according to him. And I asked Ethan before dinner. He's hot for you as well. But sucking only guys. There's all this other Mackey crap about fucking. And Toby, you need to give as good as you get – with both of them. Understand?"
Toby Sanders was shocked that his deepest darkest secret was so casually discussed. He was about to protest some more, but Stevie and Ethan just smiled and each grabbed one of his arms, pulled him up from where he was sitting on the floor, and dragged him into the second bedroom.
Cal Brewer couldn't sleep. There were too many thoughts in his head. Dozens of emotions were keeping his brain from rest. He needed to deal with them – those emotions, but there were many and they were so overwhelming. There was anger, certainly. He was mad at the world and everyone in it. He was pissed at Darrell and Hiram who had set him up; he was fuming with the Mackey and all their crazy rules – for even existing, and at Raymond Mackey (17) and Tony Mussante (15) for turning him in. But his most fierce outrage was still reserved for his father. Rather than stepping in to protect him, the old fucker was publicly pushing, no insisting, for him to be made a bottom – a Mackey community bottom. But anger was far from the only concern.
There were other feelings too. Some he had never experienced before. Shame was something new. He was astute enough to recognize it for what it was. Disgrace for lying to his Dad and ignoring his many warnings. And humiliation and despair at the look in the man's face when he learned what Cal had done with Kelley Tucker at the White Party, and what he attempted to do with Ethan. Tony Mussante had told on him. Cal remembered the man's face, and as Tony spoke, how it changed from light pink to a dark catatonic shade of red he'd never seen before. His old man didn't yell, but it was the look that got to him first. He still remembered it now as he lay awake in bed. Like the man had stepped in the messiest pile of dog shit on the planet. That look sent a shiver down his spine even today. And then the words. Not yelled, not spoken in anger, calmly, but with a clear tone of extreme disappointment.
"I trusted you. Left you in charge. But you abused that trust. You assaulted one boy and attempted to rape another. Get out of here now. I don't want to see you. Stay in your room if you know what's good for you."
There was also an ever-growing awareness of his own stupidity for being suckered. Putting his faith in Darrell and Hiram when even his best friend, Bennett, also a Mackey, had warned him never to trust them. Then of course was the whole downward spiral his life was now heading. Dark days ahead, very dark.
So many emotions made sleep impossible.
Cal marked Saturday July 8, 1995 as the day his life was flushed down the toilet. But to say that day went from bad to worse would be a dangerously extreme understatement. From the Apocalypse to Armageddon would be more accurate. For one hour and 10 minutes after he heard Tony Mussante leave, Cal heard nothing. His kid-brother Ben had quickly disappeared somewhere and wisely wouldn't be seen again for the rest of the day. He had expected his Dad to come into his room, yell and scream, maybe even whoop him. But no, nothing. He snuck out into the hallway one time and watched for several minutes as his father just stared at the blank white living room wall. Cal had never seen that reaction before. But then after the one hour and 10 minutes – he was staring at the clock on the wall in his bedroom watching the two hands move slowly, there was another knock at the front door. Raymond Mackey, President of the Mackey youth Council had arrived. The four horsemen of the Apocalypse rode safely away as the end of days dawned. Cal hid himself behind the hallway closet door and listened of course. He recognized the teen's voice. They had met a few days before at the meeting arranged by Darrell and Hiram when he claimed ownership of Kelley Tucker's ass.
Raymond had started out all business like saying the Council had considered Cal Brewer's claim, but had rejected it. He started to explain the reasons when his father cut him off.
"What claim?" the man fumed. Cal could sense that even the 17-year-old Council President had become concerned at the tone.
"Ah, his claimed for ownership of Kelley Tucker as a bottom based on the Dawson Exclusion rule."
There was then a tremendous crash as breakfast bowls and plates he and Ben had left on the coffee table went flying. His father must have upended the thing.
"Mr. Brewer please..." implored a now terrified teen voice.
For several minutes there was no sound. Nothing at all. Cal couldn't see into the living room from his hiding place, but could hear clearly enough. He guessed the Council President had backed away towards the door while his Dad paced back and forth. Listening carefully, he could now hear the tramping feet.
Then his father's voice. Eerily calm now, spoke,
"I apologize for that outburst Raymond. It was unforgivable. I hope you were not injured?"
"No Sir, I'm fine, but I need to..."
But his father cut him off.
"I want my son Calvin Brewer made a full access community bottom starting today. Yes, I know about what you Mackey do. I grew up here. I want it known that he is available both orally and anally for the pleasure of all boys between the ages of 10 to 17, both Mackey and Near Springer, with no limits on his use for the time being. I may change the `no limits' stipulation in a few days, but I will advise of that at the appropriate time."
"Sir," said Raymond respectfully. "I don't know what you may have heard, or what happened in the past, but under my watch as president, we would never do what you just requested. Allow me to explain the compromise the Youth Council has reached."
His father had calmed somewhat and allowed the teen to explain.
"The issue of whether Kelley Tucker and your son could make claim to be Mackey was most contentious – especially given Cal's claim for ownership."
"Preposterous! Outrageous!" said the man. "Wait till I get my..."
"Anyway sir," Raymond cut in not wanting to hear what Cal's fate with his father would be."
"The Dawson Exclusion rule. I had to look it up. It's never been used before and forgotten by everyone I think. I have no idea how Cal even knew it existed."
"I told him," admitted Mr. Brewer. "Cal swore to me he would never repeat that to anyone. He lied. He broke that trust. I can never trust him again..."
Raymond cut him off. He didn't want to hear if Mr. Brewer was planning on murdering his son.
"But how did you know Sir? You're a Near Springer. I doubt if even a handful of Mackey ever..."
"Hal Tucker told me. You see I organized a White Party. Do you know about those?
"Yes sir. I went to a bunch of them a few years back when I was 11 or 12. One of my uncles in the very deep organized them for his scout troop at the time."
"Good, you know what happens. Hal – Mr. Tucker was concerned if any Mackey would be present. It was then he told me about the Dawson Exclusion. The only reason I told my son was because he insisted that his friend Bennett be allowed to attend. When I explained the real reason his buddy was banned, Cal swore to never reveal what I said. He broke that promise. He broke my heart. I can never trust Cal again."
Before the man could go on, Raymond said, "That makes sense sir. It was Mr. Tucker - just a kid then I gather, who agreed to the Dawson Exclusion rule with the Council. Bennett – you mean Bennett Mackey?
"That's right. He was Cal's friend and wanted to come."
"But Kevin Mackey was there sir?"
"Yes, but don't you see. That didn't matter. Hal wasn't worried about that. Kevin and Kelley were both in blue BVDs. Neither could force the other into sex."
"Yes sir. I see. I get your point – Mr. Tucker's point. But getting back to the Exclusion." Raymond pulled some notes from his pocket and said.
"It states, `Any boy that can be reasonably associated with the Mackeys by heritage, location (living inside Mackey Lands), or importance to the clan or a Kinset can be excluded from the Kinset requirement IF he either 1] has sex with a Mackey before the day of the Choosing (not just the day before, but any day before) OR 2] shows up under his own free will at the Choosing. Either one."
"As you see, this bylaw is very specific. Anyway, it was agreed by the Council that both your son and the Tucker boy could be "reasonably associated with the Mackey... by location. Both your families live on land once owned by the Mackey. And I might add... importance to the clan. You and the Tuckers have lived in Indian Spring for generations and we cannot ignore the essential role played by Mr. Tucker in protecting the community from the developers. Or sir, the pivotal role you play in the social life of our town. If you recall I, like almost everyone else was at that impressive 4th of July bash you threw recently."
"No sir, the issue in dispute was whether the boys had always been Mackey or only attained that status on confirmation from the Council. The matter was at the heart of the ensuing argument."
"You see, your son provided rather lurid and detailed descriptions of the number of times he had fucked – I mean engaged in anal intercourse – with Kelley. This was later confirmed, at least to some extent, by a very reluctant Kevin. Then just a few days ago, Cal handed over a pair of blue BVDs sign by Kelley which strongly attested to the fact that Cal had intercourse with him."
"You can say `fucked' in my presence. I wasn't a Mackey, but as I said, I grew up here too."
"Yes sir. But you get the point. If the two boys were always Mackey, then the Dawson Exclusion applies. They get full Mackey rights and don't need to be in a Kinset. However, if they only became members of the family once the Council agreed – that was my view sir - then what they did before that is irrelevant."
"If the first alternative is correct, your son could apply for full ownership rights for Kelley. Unfortunately for Cal though, someone forgot to mention that 12-year-old Mackey have another very specific family obligation. They can be placed on the Choosing List and will be required to attend the ceremony where the young males in the family pick boys to fill what we see as a vital community role."
"You mean the Mackey bottoms? I know of them," said Mr. Brewer. "When I was a kid, a bunch of your lot tried extending the Choosings into the Near Spring. But we fought back."
"Yes sir. I do recall mention of that in the archives. Anyway, this year, for some inter-family political reasons, I can't elaborate, all 12-year-olds will be at the Choosing."
"In the end, the Council couldn't agree which alternative of the Dawson Exclusion rule applied. We compromised. The Choosing Ceremony is next Saturday on the 15th. I'm allowed to tell you all this because we added both names to the List. Cal Brewer and Kelley Tucker will both be required to attend the Choosing Ceremony and we'll let the Mackey boy community decide if either boy gets chosen as a bottom."
When Raymond finished, the room was silent for several slow agonizing minutes as Cal continued to spy from behind the closet door in the hallway.
Then Dad said, "I see ... I see... So Kelley Tucker has been forced into this by the actions of my son?"
"Well, I guess. But both will be full Mackey with all rights and privileges once the ceremony is over," said Raymond in consolation.
"Well I demand you take Kelley's name off that list of yours and add `bottomed already' after my sons."
"Sorry sir. But I can't do that. The List has already gone out."
"Well at least guarantee me that Cal will be chosen and that both his mouth and anus will be available for the full 3 years – that's your usual term I understand?"
Raymond looked dubious. He was also concerned how much this non-Mackey knew of the most hidden secrets of the family. Mr. Brewer saw the hesitation and continued.
"Raymond, you have no idea of the extent of my son's crimes. Let me list a few. He repeatedly lied to me about keeping secret the things I told him in the strictest confidence. He broke his pledge never to reveal what happened at the party, he badly abused another boy at the party and tried to rape – yes rape - another. And worse than all of that, he has betrayed Hal Tucker's confidence and trust in me. Hal and I go back a long way, but he would now be totally justified in believing I'm the lowest scum on earth. Hal told me of the Dawson Exclusion in confidence. I broke that trust by telling Cal. My fault... all my fault. But I must now go on hands and knees and beg Hal, and his two sons Kelley and Ethan for forgiveness. Whatever you can do to Cal on Choosing Day, to ensure he is picked, you do it. At least promise me that."
"Yes sir I can do that. A request from a parent for starting checkmarks has precedent."
"Yes, I know about checkmarks. As many as possible. And the ass and mouth package. I heard rumors from some that is also an option."
"Well, yes sir. If that is a specific parent request. But consider carefully. It is very hard to withdraw that benefit once granted."
"As for a specific parent request, you have it. And I won't be changing my mind. Cal has abused his last boy. Let's see how he goes when the shoe is on the other foot. Sorry to rush, but leave me now. I need to consider how to approach Hal. And well... never mind."
"Sir I'm going to see Mr. Tucker after I leave here. Another Council member had promised to speak to him already, but a - eh - personal issue came up."
"Could you hold off seeing him for an hour? I have a huge quantity of humble pie to eat in the next little while."
"Yes sir. I can do that."
Cal who was still listening in the hall heard his father show Raymond out the front door. Then the man came back and collected his car keys and went out the back. Cal certainly didn't want to risk being seen by him, so he looked out the front window to make sure the Council kid had gone. But he was on the road just outside the house talking to Kevin Mackey and another kid, Jacobs – Sandy Jacobs. He'd seen the kid about a lot recently. What did they want? He'd never done anything to the Jacobs kid. Why were these two here? More bad news for his Dad? But Cal was relieved when they split up and left him alone.
In his heart-of-hearts Cal Brewer knew his old life had changed forever. He would face a new reality. He would need to adjust to survive. But he hoped he could stoically face those unimaginable future degradations the Mackey had planned in order to slowly win back his father's trust. He decided that would be his goal.
Alex and Cameron Wood were going somewhere they'd never been before, and that alone had both of them worried. They'd been told to report to the Mackey Junior Clubhouse. They both knew only "real" Mackeys were ever admitted here, under penalty of... They weren't sure exactly, but something real bad.
Sheldon had arranged the meeting for this early hour to ensure nobody else would be around. He hoped that Alex was smart enough not to talk, since even the older brother didn't know exactly what he had planned. He glanced at the clock when he heard the knock on the door. They were right on time.
"Come in," he yelled.
They looked around as they entered, amazed at what was inside. Sheldon led them down to the main meeting room at the back of the building. He didn't mind letting these two Near-Springers seeing what could have been part of their lives, if only a certain family had kept their noses out of Mackey business. Indian Spring was the family's town after all.
The older boy sat down at the large white-table cloth-covered trestle-table they used for Council Meetings and directed his attention to the appropriately scared looking 12-year-old.
"You're Cameron Wood? Is that correct?" he asked.
"Yes," Cameron said. Alex had said there was a rumor that he might be on the choosing list, and that he had come to Sheldon to try and get him off of it. And Cameron had heard other kids speaking about non-Mackey's being on the list.
"Your brother wants to protect you. He came to me when he heard a rumor he should have never heard in the first place. That your name was being considered for the list at the choosing ceremony this year. Did he tell you this?"
"Yes," Cameron said softly. To hear his brother say he'd heard it was scary, to hear one of the Mackey Junior Council members confirm it, was far worse.
"Have you ever heard of the Dawson Exclusion?"
"No sir," Cameron said. He wanted to do anything to keep from finding out first-hand what he'd heard about the bottom list.
"It is an agreement forged years ago to allow some near-Springers to be included in the selection process. There are several people around who want to see your name on the list. I think the council is going to add it. But your brother asked me to keep you off."
"Tttanks Alex," Cameron said. His knees shaking, he was scared.
"Don't thank him! He failed. He didn't have anything to offer to make that worthwhile." Sheldon saw the look on the younger boy's face. He'd taken the bait, now it was time to have some fun and land this flapping fish out of water.
"Take your clothes off."
"Sssir?" Cameron said, stuttering from the fear he felt.
"I want to see what the chances are that you'd get selected. Strip. Right now, or go home."
Cameron looked at his brother, but he looked equally shocked.
"I'm not going to let you do anything to my brother," Alex said, trying to sound brave.
The older kid was certainly a good actor thought Sheldon to himself.
"You think I brought you here for that?" Sheldon said. "I should kick you both out right now for even suggesting it. I just want to see how much people will want your ass."
Cameron didn't want to even think about people wanting his ass. Leaving was no longer an option. Sheldon was going to help or they wouldn't even be here. He blushed as he removed his clothing.
"Turn around, bend over, and spread your legs," Sheldon commanded. "That is how those in the audience will see you."
Sheldon had to force down a smile. If only he really could put this kid on the block. Of course, he'd get so many votes that it would put his plan for some of the other boys at risk.
"Yes, that is truly nice," Sheldon said. "Alex, come here and have a look. Tell me just seeing it doesn't make you want to fuck it."
Alex was fine with getting blowjobs from his brother, but there was no way he was going to fuck Cameron or allow Adam to do it. But he did get up and look.
"A lot of people will be very disappointed not to have a magnificent ass like that to vote for," Sheldon said. "Go ahead and get dressed." He waited until the now terrified boy was fully clothed.
"I could use my influence to keep your name off the list. But I have to keep my hands clean and you won't be making a deal with me," said Sheldon reassuringly, before continuing,
"If I remember correctly, you were on the winning side on the basketball game down at the Woods' house?"
"Yes," answered Cameron slowly, not sure where this was leading.
"You're not a complete stranger to sex? If my memory serves me right, you went off to your place with Adam Nesbitt? Did he give you a good blow-job?"
"It was okay," said Cameron noncommittally.
"Good," replied Sheldon, "But I guess he's been avoiding you ever since? What guy, almost 14, wouldn't after being forced to suck-off a younger kid?"
"I guess," answered the younger boy turning redder than when he was made to strip.
"Let me tell you a little secret Cameron. As a member of the Mackey Junior Council, we have a pretty good handle on most things going on in Indian Spring. We hear things. You know? Just rumors sometimes. Secret deals – that sort of stuff. You know anything like that Cameron? I'm guessing you still want my help to stay out of the Choosing?"
"Uh, I have a deal with Adam Nesbitt, but I'm not allowed to tell anyone anything about it," Cameron said.
"I understand," said Sheldon sympathetically. "You need to keep those confidences at all costs. Problem is, I guess I can't help you stay off the List. There's already two Near Springers gonna be there, and you'll be in good company. See you on the 15th Cameron. `See you' is the operative phrase here," said the Mackey Council member, laughing out loud.
"No wwait, uh, could Alex leave the room for a minute?" asked Cameron in a near panic.
"You mean your own brother doesn't know about deals you have?" He saw Cameron nod his head and signaled Alex to wait outside.
After his brother had left the room, Cameron told Sheldon all the details of the deal he'd made with Adam. He then watched impatiently as Sheldon drummed his fingers on the table.
"The thing is Cameron, a deal like that should have been approved by the Mackey Council."
"James Cormack said it was okay," said Cameron sounding desperate.
"James is a really nice guy, who everyone respects. He's the Near-Springer representative on the Council as you probably know. Trouble is, he's not a Mackey. Besides, it doesn't sound like a very fair deal to me. Seriously, an older boy having to blow a younger one and with no ending date. Even the Mackey bottoms never serve more than 3 years. Mostly just two. But you keep your sweet-heart deal Cameron. I think I'll invite Adam to the Choosing Ceremony. I'm sure he'd be happy owning your ass for three years. After all, I've seen it. It's a mighty fine one. Maybe he could co-share with your brother? You would still keep your deal of course, but I imagine he and your brother might want a piece of ass every time you get a blow-job from Adam. That would be fair, wouldn't it?"
"I'll give up my deal," Cameron said. He had no idea what the rules were for selections. No one had ever told him. But even the thought of Adam Nesbitt, with his huge cock, owning his ass for three years was unthinkable.
"What if you changed the deal you made with Adam? Instead of you having access to his mouth whenever, wherever, and however you want forever, let's say he gets the same, but for just three years."
"Could it be one year? Please? He's almost fourteen."
"Two years," Sheldon said.
"Okay. Can you keep me off the list, if I agree to that?"
"Don't you think you owe your brother something too? After all, it was he who came to ask my help. Without that, you'd be on the list for sure.
"A month for my brother?" Cameron asked tentatively. He was dreading that even more than two years with Adam.
"You didn't notice, but he got a boner looking at your ass. He deserves more than that. Six months would be fine. Do we have a deal?"
"You are sure you can keep me off the list?"
"I'll see to it. You have my word. But don't mention our special arrangement to anyone. If you do, you're back on. I don't need every 12-year-old Near-Springer knocking on my door seeking help. Also some free advice. Don't go anywhere near Old Knot on the 15th. Stay home. Lock yourself in your bedroom. If you do turn up, I'll make sure you're bottomed for the maximum time allowed. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir," said a very relieved sounding Cameron Wood.
"Now get out of here! Go tell your brother and Adam Nesbitt about the new deal. And suck them off well. And each time you do, thank them personally for saving your ass."
Sheldon smiled as the younger boy scurried out the door. It had been a fun morning. Cameron Wood truly did have a beautiful ass. Besides, over the recent days, he had actually confirmed most of the things Adam Nesbitt had told him. Then there was the news from the Brewer kid about the White Party that the entire Council had heard. Brewer had even produced a pair of blue briefs as additional evidence last Friday.
"Thanks for being the first to fuck me. Kelley," had been written on them.
Sheldon smiled again. He reckoned Kelley Tucker's goose was pretty well cooked. He just had to wait until next Saturday.