Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of The West – Simon A. Mackey 13
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The extra Choosing 1975 – part 1
Directly after Simon had told Steve Mackey that he was ready to execute the verdict, Steve informed Dave. And as things go in Mackey land, it took less than 24 hours before each and every Mackey boy new, and their parents, and quite often their sisters as well.
All these weeks, Dave had been in tension, waiting for the unavoidable to happen, and it was a long wait. Nobody wanted to tell him what would happen at a Choosing other than that boys could vote for him to become a Bottom. Without anyone explicitly telling him so, he concluded from the bits and pieces of information that there was a secret ritual, and he was clever enough to understand that it most likely had to do with the performance of a bottom. His performance.
He was absolutely not eager to become a Bottom, but the waiting was killing him. At some point, he even longed for it, not so much being a bottom as well as the entry into the Mackey world, transforming from an outsider who trespassed to a respected and valued Mackey.
Once the Council had announced that this Saturday would be The Day, he got scared. What could he do? Run away? But where? And if he went to the ceremony, how could he ever live with the shame of being selected as a bottom by many boys, from his class even? He even whished he was dead. Maybe he should tie some rocks around his waist and jump off the bridge. Then it would all be over. But on the other hand, if so many boys had survived this fate, why couldn't he? That's what his dad said as well. He now knew that every boy over 12 took part in this tradition, either as a bottom or as a top, and all adult Mackey males had engaged in this as well in their time, and survived.
That Friday afternoon, just home from school, he couldn't bear it anymore. He had to go and speak with Simon, the one he had mistreated, the one who for some reason had been reluctant to get the Choosing started.
Simon somehow expected Dave to drop by. He had seen the boy at school, walking like a man on his way to the gallows, looking straight ahead, not paying attention to anything. He understood. It was the same with him, the day before the Choosing. The only difference was that he didn't know the outcome, whereas Dave already had a good idea about what was likely going to happen.
"Hi Simon," Dave said meekly when Simon had opened the door and let him in, "can I have a word with you, please?"
From the living room, Simon's mom and dad stretched to look at the visitor and nodded friendly when they saw Dave, and guessed why he was here.
"Sure, come on, let's go to my room."
When they entered the room, Simon looked at Matthew behind his desk and he raised one eyebrow as to signal `can we have some privacy please?' Matthew nodded understandingly, took his book and left, leaving the two boys in an awkward silence.
"Euhm...," Dave began hesitatingly, "you know, tomorrow is the day when I ...eehh.. well...you know."
Simon nodded, trying to smile reassuringly.
"The Council told me what is going to happen, but that was, well, only technical, just about voting and all, and I still have some questions. And I thought, since you for some reason seem to have a role in this, and I trust you, can I ask you a few things?"
Simon smiled warmly, "Of course, sit down. Shoot."
With a sigh Dave sat down on Simon's bed and started to talk. At first a bit hesitant, looking for words and avoiding the explicit, but when Simon listened to his worries without judgement, he relaxed. Simon gave a vague explanation why he was key to the Choosing being `the victim', carefully not disclosing anything in detail, knowing that Dave should not know about the proceedings, like being naked on stage, the groping, just like he and all other boys were kept in the dark until their Choosing actually started.
Simon fully understood that the boy was scared and he told him so. He told him about his own feelings and worries the evening before his Choosing, and also during the Choosing until announcement of the final score, telling him that he was chosen. He carefully left out the initiation part of the Choosing, the moment he ultimately lost his virginity forever, in public, in front of about 300 boys, who were cheering and applauding when it happened.
"It is stressful, but you know, Dave, tomorrow by the end of the day you're a Mackey. Bottom or not. That's what counts."
"I know that I most likely will be chosen, Simon," Dave said softly, "nobody has told me what is going to happen, but I concluded from all bits and pieces I've heard that there will be a ritual of some kind. I'm not stupid, Simon, I have some idea what a ritual for a bottom boy could be. And I guess that it's you who plays a big role in that ritual."
Simon nodded. "I hate it that they organize an extra Choosing, with you as only participant. To me, it is just a set up to bottom you. I have to be there to let the Choosing commence, you know, `the victim'. Until last Monday, I refused to do it, but I realized that it will happen to you no matter what. If I refuse, they will select another boy. As long as you're not punished, all Mackeys hate you and will try to hurt you. And trust me, you don't want to have angry Mackey chasing you when you live here. So I'll do it, not with pleasure, but it's unavoidable."
He looked at the timid boy with red, teary eyes on his bed.
Simon shook his head pensively. He knew he was not allowed to tell anything, but he could no longer see Dave suffer.
"You know Dave, to tell the truth, I am a virgin myself when it comes to fucking a boy. Or a girl for that matter. If chosen, you are going to be my first."
Dave thought about Simon's words. He realized that if he was chosen, which he definitely expected, it would be Simon who will show up as his first visitor some day after the Choosing to take his virginity, like a boy taking the first waltz opening the ball.
Dave looked at him, with an expression of both a clear surrender as a plea not to fuck him.
Simon laughed at his own words, a smile at first, but then a real, hard laugh. This was absurd. This whole situation was so absurd, you only could laugh about it. Being fucked several times a day, but never having fucked someone? Simon told Dave so.
This whole initiation of which Dave was still blissfully unaware, giving a boy a blowjob, being bent over and fucked in the ass by another boy while many boys were watching and enjoying the scene? Absurd. And afterwards being respected for what you have done, or had to endure? Ridiculous.
Simon laughed so hard, he couldn't stop, and Dave, surprised at first, joined him in the laughter, and giggled with him, despite his fear, more as a reaction to let go of the tension of the last weeks. It was relieving.
Dave felt he was fortunate that this Choosing was not widely and actively advertised long in advance by the Council, since Simon only last Monday decided to act. So, he had good hopes that not too many boys will show up. Maybe a 10 to 15 ? He had no idea. That would still be a lot, but Simon had told him that last Choosing a 300 boys witnessed how Simon and the four other Bottoms were selected in the secret ceremony.
What he didn't realize was that there was no need for the Council to actively get the word spread. In the tight-knit community, it was known very quickly and widely amongst the Mackey boys and their parents what was on the agenda that Saturday.
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While Dave and Simon had their serious conversation, a couple of miles away, in the South Territory, young Jonathan Mackey finally found the courage to knock on the door. He had walked past the house a couple of times and hesitated, but he knew, Colton was waiting for him, and he was the one who had started this in the first place.
When Colton heard the knock, he grinned softly, making his dad to raise an eyebrow at him.
"That must be Jonathan Mackey," he said, "he's been stalking me the whole week. Finally got the guts to visit me," and got up to answer the door.
"Jonathan Mackey, James' boy?" his dad asked in wonder, "how old is he? I thought he was at this years Choosing. "
"True, he was. He is 12. Why?"
"Hmm, well, he's been through the Choosing, so it's okay to use you, but 3 years age difference seems a lot to me. Why doesn't he visit a Bottom his own age?"
Colton rolled his eyes, not wanting to discuss with his dad who came to fuck him, and just shrugged his shoulders, "he is not the only one who wants to try an older Bottom, and I've had other 12-year-olds before." and he went down the hall to let Jonathan in.
"Hi Colton," Jonathan said almost whispering.
"Hey man, come in," Colton invited him with a jovial gesture, "I've been waiting for you. You lost your way, or what?"
"Ehm... no... sorry," Jonathan stammered, not wanting to tell Colton that he had second thoughts about this and hesitated to actually knock on his door.
"Doesn't matter, you're here now. Follow me," and he guided Jonathan towards the stairs, ready to go up to his room.
"You go to your room?" Colton's dad said when he saw the boys heading for the stairs, "I'm leaving now, so if you want, you guys can stay here in the living room. Much warmer, and you could watch TV if you like." He grinned deviously at his last statement, knowing very well that watching TV was most likely not in the plans for tonight.
Colton hesitated. His room had more privacy, but in the winter, the living room was warmer, and when his dad was gone, and his mom was out for a weekend at her sister's in Indian Spring, they could have the room for themselves.
He quickly glanced at Jonathan, and said, "well, okay, thanks dad."
While his dad went to the hall to get his coat, Colton kicked a few cushions aside and pointed Jonathan to sit on the couch.
He smiled at the boy who tried to keep his bravado appearance up, but in fact looked very insecure, and went to the kitchen to get some drinks.
Colton actually thought it would be fun to have Jonathan visiting tonight.
A week or two ago at school, the boy had begun stalking him, much to his annoyance. At first, he didn't notice him, but after the second or third `accidentally bumping into each other' near the lockers this week, he had somewhat angrily asked his tailgater what he wanted.
The otherwise not so shy boy stammered something, and he could barely made up that the boy effectively had asked him if it was okay to visit him, for Bottom business. He was annoyed and showed it, but when he saw the boy shrink in shame, he remembered what Brad Wilson and Kurt Weiberg had told during the Bottom's review meeting last week about Jonathan's poor sexual skills and how they had made fun of him.
When he had asked Jonathan why he wanted a go at a much older Bottom, the boy had said that he thought that with an older Bottom it would be more fun and exciting than with the Bottoms his age, conveniently leaving out that these younger Bottoms had teased him with his poor performance. Knowing that he couldn't refuse, Colton halfheartedly had agreed on a visit that Friday evening.
Later that day, Colton had ran into Jonathan's older brother William and asked him what was going on with his little brother. William had just laughed and had said that, although Jonathan has his boyish bravado, when it came to using Bottoms he wasn't that good and was even ridiculed about it. He had suggested him to visit Colton to learn a thing or two.
Initially Colton was not amused about this, and he was even a bit peeved when William had added `now we're speaking about your splendid service, it's been almost 4 weeks since I've been up your sweet ass, maybe I should pay you a visit shortly as well, I love how we're having fun together'. But when William had assured him that he was sincere with his compliments, Colton resigned and decided to make the best of it. Bottom or not, a good reputation is valuable. And, truth be said, having sex with William was always fun indeed.
He didn't like it at all when a 12-year-old, fresh from the Choosing, came to visit. Quite often, they were cheeky, rambunctious, and derogatory horny brats, just wanting to humiliate an older boy by bending him over and fuck him, preferably with spectators.
He had hated it when he was chosen in 1973 and instantly had a swarm youngsters aiming at his butt, loving to humiliate the new 13-year-old Bottom, he hated it when at the 1974 Choosing, a new cohort of 12-year-olds was admitted, and even this year he had some of these brats knocking at his door.
But this was a shy boy, sent by his older brother, who even said to him that he considered him to be a goodhearted and nice teacher for his younger brother. It would be something different for a change, and it wouldn't hurt to train a youngster to respect a Bottom and make the fun mutual. In addition, although he was not really into boys, Jonathan was good-looking.
"I'm off boys," Colton's dad said, sticking his head around the corner, adding with a knowing smile, "have fun boys," making Jonathan blush deeply.
The boys dropped on the couch and somewhat awkwardly stared at a commercial on the TV, but a soon as they heard the door slam, Colton started, "So, you came to fuck me, huh?"
Jonathan nodded.
"You've some experience, I guess?"
Again, Jonathan just nodded.
Colton considered asking what his experiences were, but he had already a fair idea of it, and making it explicit wouldn't improve the boy's already tense mood.
"Alright, let's do it," Colton said and got up and quickly undressed. Standing completely naked, he patiently watched Jonathan opening his pants, lowered them to halfway his thighs, his briefs down only just below his balls, setting his stiff dick free.
Colton waited a moment for Jonathan to proceed, but then realized, this was it, he wouldn't get naked himself. He was prepared for the poor skills, so he wasn't too surprised or annoyed, but it was clear, this kid needed some basic lessons.
He picked up the jar of Vaseline, took a glob to grease his crack, and handed it to Jonathan, who somewhat clumsily coated his dick. He got on all fours on the ground, just in front of the blaring TV, and looked behind him to see if Jonathan was ready for his move. He inwardly grinned; he was about to teach the boy a lesson he wouldn't forget quickly.
A bit taken aback by how fast it all went, Jonathan moved behind Colton and with some difficulty lined his dick up. Colton was indeed bigger than the boys he'd fucked so far. He pushed his dick into the cleft without further ado, making Colton jump. It took great effort to get his erection close to the brown pucker, and getting frustrated, he started to poke wildly. When Colton reached behind him to grab his cock to point it at the entrance, he pushed as hard as he could, but to no avail. He couldn't get in. Colton's hole just wouldn't open, and no matter how hard he pushed and how much Colton encouraged him saying `yes that's the right spot', he couldn't get in.
Colton heard the boy huffing and puffing, softly cursing, getting more and more frustrated. He loved this teasing. Keeping his sphincter tightly closed for the boy, making him sweat in desperate but useless efforts trying to fuck him would be a good starting point for lesson #1: setting the mood first.
He let the boy struggle for another couple of minutes and then suggested,
"Maybe we'd take a break, this isn't going anywhere."
Frustrated and ashamed, Jonathan got up, his penis now rapidly deflating until it hung almost limply over his sac, slippery like a snail.
Colton picked up a towel and spread it over the couch, careful so as not to smear the sofa with his greasy ass. He sat down and tapped on the spot next to him, indicating Jonathan to sit right beside him and he handed him a towel to clean his greasy dick.
Colton smiled, knowing he had the boy where he wanted him.
"Well, that didn't went too good," he taunted the timid boy, "was this with other Bottoms the same?"
He peaked sideways to the boy who looked as if he would run for it at the first next remark.
"It's okay, Jonathan," Colton said comfortingly, changing his tone of voice, "no need to be ashamed that it didn't work out the way you hoped. Let's have a drink and a snack, I've got some ideas to improve."
Jonathan looked up with a mixture of relief and suspicion. He gladly accepted the distraction of the snack and took a bite, staring straightforward at the TV, to avoid the humiliation of looking at the boy he so miserably failed to fuck.
"Let's start all over again," suggested Colton after a couple of minutes at an empathetic tone, putting away his coke. "I don't know what your idea of a good fuck is, but what you were doing was nothing short of a quick jerk-off. Fucking someone is having sex. There is more to that than just shoving your dick in a hole."
Colton turned to Jonathan, took his glass from him, and put it next to his on the table.
"First of all, one boy naked and the other only opening his pants a couple of inches isn't working if you want to have fun sex together. Doesn't do you good, and me neither."
He reached at Jonathan's shirt and started to unbutton it. Jonathan stiffened a little, but then let it happen. As soon as he had taken the shirt off, Colton gently pulled at the jeans, which Jonathan had hastily pulled up, leaving the zipper open, and he made Jonathan stand up. He looked at the soft belly in front of him, no trail of hair to be seen on the smooth body.
Colton slowly pulled the jeans down, revealing the small, grayish-blue briefs, and made Jonathan step out of his jeans when they fell at his ankles.
Not knowing where to leave his hands, Jonathan put them in front of him, but Colton smiled and gently removed them, making the soft bulge in the tight briefs visible.
"Are you a Boy Scout?" he asked Jonathan, "because it could be dangerous if you wear this."
Jonathan looked bewildered. "Yes, I joined the Scouts a few months ago, why?"
"You apparently don't know the risk of wearing blue briefs when you're a Scout, do you? Ever heard of a Blue Party?"
Jonathan shook his head, not knowing what Colton meant. He had heard some boys talking about a Blue Party once, but he didn't give it a second thought as it didn't concern him.
"You know what this means, don't you?" Colton pointed at his blue wristband.
That he knew; this summer at the Choosing, he was candidate for it, but fortunately for him, Alex and Brad won the honor.
"Well, at the Boy Scouts, the Mackey Troop, wearing blue underwear, or even gray, has about the same meaning as this bracelet." He smiled when he saw the shock and disbelieve in his eyes.
While Jonathan stood before him, he let his hands wander over the soft, warm body, feeling up the strong thighs, just up to the rim of the small briefs he clearly was outgrowing, making Jonathan shiver. The flaccid dick hidden behind the soft fabric now slowly came to life again, filling the pouch slowly but surely.
Colton moved over a bit, to make place for Jonathan to lay down on the couch next to him. The boy stretched beside him, his head on a cushion against the armrest, uncertain about what was going to happen, but the friendly words made him feel at ease, and the warm hands in his erogenous region made him horny again.
Jonathan sighed when Colton stroked his belly and went upwards, teasing his nipples who quickly became fully erect, just as his dick in his briefs. It felt good. He was ashamed when he failed so miserably at fucking the older boy. But, unlike the other Bottoms, he didn't ridicule him, he was nice instead. He relaxed under the Bottom boy's stroking hands. He softly groaned when the hands went lower, over his belly button, teasingly slow down to the waistband, almost touching the head of his dick that strained the tight underwear, and then making a detour, leaving him longing.
Colton enjoyed feeling the boy up. He wasn't into boys, but over the last two years as Community Bottom he had learned to enjoy the boy-sex instead of despising it and learned to appreciate his role in the community. Typically, youngsters tended to use a Bottom as a replacement for their quick jerk sessions once they went through a Choosing, and he hated that. He didn't want to be fucked on a regular basis in the first place, but now he had to be, he preferred the bit older boys; although they were even hornier than the 12-year-olds, they were much more into playing and experimenting, making it fun for him, too.
He smiled when he saw Jonathan enjoying his hands on his body. Time for the next move, he thought. So far, he had teasingly not touched the boy's briefs, making him squirm a little when he once again nearly touched the dickhead pushing up the waistband, or the balls, laying cozily in the pouch of the blue fabric. With one finger, he traced the hem of the right leg of Jonathan's briefs and worked his finger slowly inside, ever so lightly stroking the flesh of the hairless scrotum. Jonathan stiffened, showing him know that he definitely was ready for it.
He moved his hand farther in and cupped the warm sac, playing with the small balls, making Jonathan moan with pleasure. With his free hand, he moved towards the waistband, and pushed his finger in, next to the head, touching it lightly, rubbing the small puddle of precum on the lean belly.
He lifted the waistband, letting the very hard nail spring free, and slowly pushed the briefs down. With his eyes closed, Jonathan instinctively moved his hips up, allowing Colton to push the garment down, over his knees, to his feet, and Jonathan kicked them off.
Jonathan vaguely registered that he was completely naked now. Apart from the humiliating Choosing, he'd never been completely naked in front of anyone for any sexual activity. Of course, he went skinny dipping with his friends a lot, but that has nothing to do with sex. The times he had fucked Brad or Kurt since the Choosing, he had only opened his trousers to let his dick out. Now he was laying here, being felt up by an older boy, the Community Bottom he was supposed to fuck, not able to do anything but enjoy the tremendous feelings.
He gasped when he felt fingers playing with his balls, stroking between his thighs, playing with the few hairs he had growing at the root of his now very hard cock. As from a far distance he heard `are you ready ?` but payed no attention, until he saw from the corner of his eyes a downward movement and suddenly felt an intense warm, moist feeling on his dick.
"Mmmwoohw..." He groaned at the unexpected event, gasping for breath. He couldn't believe what he felt. Colton was giving him a blowjob ! And how ! He felt a tongue swirling around his knob, lips ever so softly making little squeezes just below the head, fingers tenderly playing with his balls, a hand trailing between his legs. He had asked Brad for a blowjob once, but at the time, he didn't understand why anyone was so lyric about blowjobs: scratching teeth, wild, incoherent pumping on his dick, interrupting at the `moment suprême'. But this...this was heaven.
He felt Colton's hand move down between his thighs, down into the warm cleft between his buttocks, while the moist tongue was playing with his dick, taking his cock almost completely in his mouth and then licking his shaft all the way down to his balls, taking these into his mouth.
When the incredibly warm mouth was back on his dick again, he felt the familiar tingling feeling coming up. Just then, a wet finger pressed against his little pucker, slowly moving around, with a little pressure but not hard enough to enter.
He realized what that was, what was about to happen. He had experienced fingers there that at the Choosing, the hard and careless wild poking and shoving a finger in. Or two.
But this was different. This was gentle. He knew, he wasn't the Bottom, he wasn't the one that should be entered this way, but he felt no power to protest. His dick was deep in a warm mouth, one hand was stroking his chest, playing with his nipples, and another hand moving deep down there, a slick finger slowly pushing, circling the entrance, moving away and then returning with a little more force.
He gasped when it happened.
Colton let go of Jonathan's dick to look at his face when he heard the boy gasp the moment his finger entered the boy's anus. He smiled. The boy was now putty in his hands. Time for lesson #2 and a little fun.
He pushed his finger slowly deeper into the boy's interior, searching for the special spot. The sudden intake of breath and the jolt showed him he had reached his goal and he moved his finger in little circles around and over the magic spot, making Jonathan moan and almost jump. He played with the gland for a while, and then waited a moment before he carefully pulled his finger back.
"Good, huh?" he asked, smiling.
"Oh man," Jonathan breathe between his teeth, longing for Colton to get back to where he left.
But Colton had different plans. He teasingly moved his finger back to the entrance of Jonathan's pleasure cave, but instead of pushing gently in, he started poking him, softly at first, but then playfully, a bit wilder, not unlike the boys at the Choosing had done. He laughed when Jonathan tried to protest in confusion.
"Ah, you liked that, didn't you?" he teased him and poked him again in the butt, making him jump. "You want more of this, right?" and he also started to tickle his side, pinching his nipple and slapped his butt playfully, making Jonathan defend himself and fend off his attacks.
The boys giggled and laughed, and soon the sex play had given way to roughhousing at full capacity, chasing each other through the living room, naked, with their dicks pointing the way at full mast, jumping over the couch and the armchairs, barely avoiding knocking over the TV set.
Jonathan ran through the room, with his hand protecting his butt, chased by Colton trying to poke him, screaming with laughter when he was finally caught. Colton pinned him to the ground, with his knees on Jonathan's upper arms, making sure that there was no escape possible.
Breathing heavily and still sniggering from the fun, the boys waited to recover a bit before Jonathan tried to free himself. But Colton was too big, too heavy, too strong, and with his knees pressing hard on his arms, Jonathan had no way of escaping.
Jonathan lifted his head to look around, but didn't get any further than a few inches, just enough to see Colton sitting on his chest, his naked dick pointing at his face.
"Ha, you surrender?" Colton teased him playfully.
"Never!" he replied grinning, and tried to push Colton off him, but that only made Colton move a little higher up his chest and pressing harder on his arms.
"You'd better not do that again," Colton said mischievously menacing, "unless you want to taste it."
Jonathan didn't move. He knew what Colton meant.
The dick was now only inches from his face, and one more move, he would have it in his face. He'd never seen a dick this close by. He moved his head up a little to look again. It was huge compared with his own. From the slit on the purple head dripped some clear liquid. He knew what that was.
Colton didn't move, obviously waiting for him to surrender.
Jonathan knew the only way out was surrender, and it was just play, so why didn't he just do that? Why didn't he just say `okay, okay, you win' and get him off his chest? He smelled an odor, not unlike his own, a bit more pungent, he recognized it, it was the same scent he smelled after he had jacked off. He looked again at the pulsing cock sticking out of a nest of dark, curly hairs.
The boys didn't move. Colton looked down at Jonathan, his dick only inches from the boy's mouth. He smiled. `Just let him suffer another minute and I will release him' he thought. And while he looked down, he saw Jonathan glancing at his dick again, and then up at him and back at his dick again.
The boys were silent. The excitement grimace had vanished and Jonathan's face was serious, searching, doubtful.
Again, Jonathan looked up from Colton's erection and back down again. He sighed softly.
Colton was ready to let him go when Jonathan looked up again, and kept looking him directly in the eyes as if he were a bit unsure but also seemed expectant.
Jonathan sighed very deeply and licked his lips without removing his eyes from Colton's.
Colton nodded almost unnoticeable.
Jonathan parted his lips a little, and Colton slowly moved forward.
"You don't have to do this," Colton whispered.
Jonathan didn't reply, just moved his head up to let his lips touch the soft, moist flesh. Colton moaned softly when he felt the warm tongue hesitantly exploring his dickhead and the tender lips engulfing the top. Colton moved to release Jonathan's arms, and then felt warm hands placed against his hips.
The few minutes that Jonathan was brave enough to test another boy's dick in his mouth, to experiment with his tongue over the smooth head, seemed hours for Colton. He had other boys blow him before, made him cum in their mouths, even Jonathan's own brother was not shy from returning a favor this way when they had fun. But this was really good. Not only the lips and the tongue touching the head, but also the natural, carefree way things happened.
Colton moved from Jonathan's chest and helped him up. Still without speaking, he gently pushed him back onto the couch, and began touching Jonathan where he left earlier, making him almost purr like a happy kitten when he took the boy's rigid dick in his mouth.
When he moved his hand again between the boy's legs, softly pushing them wider, he let go off the warm penis and looked at Jonathan.
"You came to fuck me, so I will not let you cum in my mouth. Maybe another time. I want to let you experience something that will learn you to make you friends with any Bottom that you will fuck. Even better, any boy that knows what you're capable of will let you fuck him," he exaggerated with a naughty grin.
Jonathan smiled, just hoping Colton would put his mouth back on his cock again.
"This is how it works," Colton explained and moved his finger back to the dark entrance deep in the warm cleft. Jonathan groaned softly when the finger penetrated him, and moved carefully deeper until it reached the spot that tickled him before.
"This is your prostate. This makes every boy feel terrifically good," and he played with is finger at the spot, stroking, pushing, making Jonathan jump.
He inserted another finger, making Jonathan taking a deep breath at the intrusion first, but soon squirming from pleasure.
"What you need to know, when you penetrate a boy and fuck him," Colton went on at a soft voice, "is what you feel right now, my fingers," and pushed his fingers as illustration a bit harder against the gland in the boy's interior, "that is how a dick feels for the receiving boy if you do it correctly."
He waited to see Jonathan's reaction, and when the boy looked at him questioningly, he continued, "When you push your dick in, you can touch this spot with it. You just have to pay attention at the reaction of the bottom boy. Just try and repeat, until you see by his reaction that you've touched the spot." He now slowly finger-fucked the boy, demonstrating the feeling he could be able to give another boy.
"Reaching the spot with your dick is not always easy when you fuck a boy doggy style, but when you do it with the bottom laying on his back, like you are now, it's easier to touch it. And it's easier to see the effect on his face as well."
Jonathan nodded. He realized that while Colton was talking to him, he was being finger-fucked, his legs spread obscenely wide, Colton moving his hand shamelessly between his legs pushing his fingers deep into him. This must be what a Bottom feels; legs vulnerably spread open, something intruding his most private entrance.
"You ready now?" Colton asked, slowly pulling his fingers out.
Without saying a word, Colton moved on all fours on the ground, and Jonathan got up.
"Now show me what you've learned."
Jonathan suddenly felt a bit nervous, not sure if he could do it right this time, but all the play had made him so horny, he didn't care anymore.
He grabbed the Vaseline and coated his dick. This time, Colton didn't move, and he realized that he should coat Colton's ass.
It was the first time he ever had done this. He had never looked at a boy's ass this way, certainly not a boy older by 3 years, almost as old as his own brother. With one hand, he spread the soft cheeks and looked for the butt hole. He noticed some dark hairs growing in the cleft, making a little trail down to the spot where the scrotum joined Colton's body. There were some hairs on the balls as well. Not so many as in the dark bush just above Colton's cock, but definitely a few curly hairs, the signs of a boy growing to become a man.
He put his finger against the brown pucker, and coated it generously, lightly pushing, and to his astonishment, his finger easily disappeared in the hole when he tried to put some jelly in it. He heard Colton gasp.
He wiped the excess Vaseline off his fingers with the towel, and hesitated what to do next. Should he just push his dick in, like he had tried before, or should he first copy some of the things Colton had done? Then it dawned on him.
"Do want me to do you in this position, or you laying on your back?"
Colton smiled. Good boy. He absolutely will one day be as good as his brother, he thought. No more smirking Bottoms making fun of him.
"We try this position first, then the other way, okay?"
Jonathan moved closer towards the boy in front of him, his dick aimed at the spot where it would disappear in the dark. He put the head against the entrance, still a bit nervous, hoping that this time he would not fail again.
He placed his hands on Colton's back, and was surprised by the warm soft skin and stroked it.
He noticed Colton shivering a little, and let his hands move from his back to his sides, stroking his hips while his dick was still softly pressing against the target. He moved his hands over the soft butt cheeks, spreading them a little to see his dick now openly pressing against the spot.
When his right hand moved down a little and touched the spot between the cleft and Colton's balls, he heard him moan, and as by instinct, he pressed his dick a little harder. Suddenly he felt his dick being gobbled up by the warm interior, passing the strong muscle that had guarded the entrance and hadn't allowed him in before.
It was just a small boy's dick that had entered him. It had been more difficult earlier to keep him out than now let him in, and Colton felt the warm nail moving into him in one slow move.
The boy was nice and gentle, he clearly had learned something today. It was not that often that an inexperienced boy about to fuck him would caress him instead of just shoving his dick in. Jonathan had started that way, but apparently, he was a quick learner.
While he felt the dick shoving in and out his ass, the boy was gently stroking the soft buttocks he was violating, and his moves were tender, although he felt the pace increasing with the thrusts, and the panting became more like primeval grunts. He knew Jonathan wouldn't hold it much longer.
"Shall we change position?" Colton suggested when Jonathan stopped his thrusts for a moment.
Colton took some cushions from the armchairs, placed them on the couch, and laid down on them, on his back. He threw his left leg over the back of the couch, held the other leg up with his right hand, offering his treasure to Jonathan, who rapidly got between his legs, his right knee on the couch and his left leg on the floor to keep his balance. Colton smiled at the eager boy, ready to penetrate him again, this time looking directly at him.
As soon as he entered Colton again, he saw that he almost immediately had hit the magic spot Colton had shown him. He slowly repeated the movements again and again, and Colton's face showed ecstasy. He looked down to see his dick moving between the legs, below the wrinkled scrotum containing two almost mature balls. He stroked the sac, played with the balls, softly pulling at the curly hairs. He was truly fucking a boy, an older boy, a boy with hair in places showing that he would soon be a man.
He stroked the right leg Colton held up, and noticed the appreciative reaction when he stroked the back of his thigh. Colton's dick rested on a nest of dark, curly hairs, with a little trail upwards, but not yet reaching as far as his belly button. A steady stream of precum was dripping from the glans, and like Colton had done with him, he played with his finger in the slimy puddle and smeared it over the warm belly, in the dark hairs, while he steadily kept on fucking the boy, an orgasm imminent.
He remembered how Colton had played with his nipples and how he had enjoyed it, and he reached towards the little brown dots on Colton's chest. But it was a bit too far to reach, no, he was too far gone, and suddenly the move forward was the trigger for the final unloading, and with a deep grunt he warned Colton,
"Hmmph...oh man...ummph.. mmmyeah...it's coming...," and with three quick thrusts he pushed his dick as deep as he could into Colton's bowels and let it go.
Colton felt Jonathan's pubes pressing against his balls and while the boy let out some groans, he recognized the warm feeling of semen being shot deep into him. He smiled encouragingly at Jonathan, as to let him know that he had done a good job and deserved this tremendous orgasm.
Still recovering and gasping for breath as if he had run a marathon, Jonathan stayed in the warm ass. Even though he had shot his load less than a minute ago and his cock had deflate a little, the voluptuous scene of his penis deep in Colton's ass, disappearing below the older boy's dick and balls, the warm feeling around his cock, made his dick regain it's hardness quickly.
He was getting hard again. In his post-orgasmic bliss he was too far-gone for proper thinking and even without realizing it, he instinctively started to fuck again, this time a bit faster and wilder than before, making Colton gasp for breath a few times.
"Ooh... man...wow..."Colton groaned when Jonathan pushed his dick over his prostate, deep in him once again, "oh man, please don't stop..."
"Is this the spot?"
"Mmhhph... yeah.."
While he steadily fucked Colton, making sure that he hit the spot as often as he could, he placed his left hand on the heavy balls and fondled them, and he took hold of the throbbing penis with his right hand and lifted it up, softly stroking the glistening head, making Colton squeak from pleasure. He enjoyed the sight, his dick moving in and out, pushing his little bush against the scrotum, the almost man-sized cock in his hands, ready to shoot any moment now, Colton's face contorted in horny ecstasy.
"Oh please ...Jonathan, ...please, ...finish me,..." Colton groaned in a huff.
It took only three firm strokes with Jonathan's small hand over the full length of Colton's dick, and three, four large ropes of semen shot out and flew over his chest, one over his shoulder even, right on the armrest. Jonathan was bit surprised by the sudden, powerful shots, and in a reflex he aimed the spurting dick a bit sideways, making the next two ropes fly against the back of the couch, slowly dripping down.
The powerful orgasm made Colton's sphincter contract as well, translating into a squeeze on Jonathan's dick buried deep in Colton's ass, pushing him into a second orgasm, not as powerful as the first, but still enough for Colton to feel something spurting in him again.
"Wow, man," said Colton, panting heavily, "this was great," and he reached out and pulled Jonathan against his sweaty body, hugging him.
Jonathan looked at him, a bit surprised, but then smiling with a pride he had never felt before. He did it. Finally. He had fucked a boy properly. No, not just fucked, they had sex. Tremendous sex.
Colton peered at the clock over the table, and said,
"I think we should quickly take a shower, it won't be long before my dad comes back."
"Yeah, you'd better hurry, because there is some cleaning-up to do as well," a voice came from the hall near the kitchen.
"Jesus, Dad!" Colton exclaimed in shock, "what are you doing there?"
"Ehm, I live here?" was the cheeky reply. He entered the room, placing his coat over an armchair, watching Jonathan quickly dismounting his son.
Jonathan looked in horror at Colton's dad, whishing the earth would open and swallow him. But the man just smiled and looked at him almost admiringly.
"You'd better clean this up first before it makes stains and your mother start asking questions tomorrow," he said, pointing at the ropes of semen on the couch.
He left the boys alone, and he discreetly went into the kitchen, waiting for the boys to clean the mess in the living room and finish their shower.
"Thanks for everything, Colton," Jonathan said gratefully when he was ready to leave, "this was so much better than I had hoped for."
"No, thank you," Colton replied with a huge smile, "It's been a while since I had so much fun. You were great, really, and it was really nice to see how quickly you picked up a few tricks. And I guess that from now on my dad and I will look at the stains on the couch every time your name gets mentioned," and he laughed at Jonathan's shocked face.
"And I guess that when you come home, William will be curious. If he asks what you did with me, just say `a gentleman never tells`," Colton added grinning.
Jonathan rolled his eyes and said, "Final question: are you going to the Choosing tomorrow?"
"Yes of course, see you there, I guess?"
****
When Dave and his Dad arrived that fateful Saturday morning at the old Mackey Tavern where the Choosings were held, he was shocked to see that already a lot of boys had assembled near the Tavern. Definitely more than the 10 or 15 he was thinking of. It looked more than 50, and it was still early. The ceremony would start at 11am, so they had about 45 minutes.
When they walked past a group of boys, Dave felt the tension, as conversations stopped, and boys were looking serious, some frowning, even looking a bit angry at him.
Once they were inside, Thomas Mackey, the Master of the Ceremony today, welcomed them and introduced them to Andrew and George, the two other members of the Choosing Committee.
The three young men knew that this Choosing would not be like previous Choosings.
It hasn't escaped Thomas' attention that a lot of boys were excited about what was to come, but also appeared vengeful. It was clear to him that the community wanted to see blood. Dave's acts were not taken lightly, that much was clear.
Thomas gave them both something to drink and explained the procedure for today's ceremony. It would have the same status as the annual Choosing, but the process was a little different: there would be a parade, but a bit shorter as it will only be a one-man-show. And like at the regular Choosing, he has to naked, and touching and groping was allowed as well. The voting however was not to select who will be bottomed, but whether or not he will be bottomed.
Dave sat open mouthed. It was worse than Simon had said. He technically knew some of what was to come, but until now, it kind of felt as if it didn't concern him. But when this Council guy surprised him by telling that he will be on display naked, to be touched by every boy who wanted, that it is actually going to happen, he was shocked. He realized that this must be the initiation Simon had mentioned. The humiliation of being naked and touched. Being naked was awkward, especially in front of many boys who remained dressed, but he had some experience with skinny dipping at the pond, so he knew he'd survive. The touching was a bigger concern: what if he did get a boner?
"We have set up a large tent from combined old army tents to make it a bit comfortable for the crowd, and for you off course. Usually we do this in the open air, you know, but it's winter now. Although it's not a very cold day, it would be difficult for you to be naked outside too long. And the Choosing will not be done in just 5 minutes," Thomas explained, adding with a devious smile, "I hope the tent is big enough. We've anticipated many visitors today, but even this early there are a lot more Mackey boys showing up than we expected. If we reach the same number as last Choosing, we might have some boys suffering outside."
Dave sighed. This Choosing would not be something low profile, he realized.
Thomas let them finish their drinks and then guided them to the Choosing grounds some two hundred yards farther, where the tents were set up over the stage and a larger part of the bleachers. There were already boys on the bleachers, easily a 100 and still more boys were arriving, and when they saw Dave climbing the stage they started boo'ing and shouting. Andrew Mackey, who had led the last Choosing's ceremony with George, quickly intervened and made the boys stop. This was an official Mackey gathering, not a place for rioting.
It was now clear to everyone that revenge and punishment was the theme for today's ceremony.
In the old Alan Mackey Tavern more boys registered as voters, hurried to the Choosing grounds, and took their places on the bleachers, and when it was 10.50am, Thomas directed Dave to start undressing.
"Good morning my fellow Mackeys," Thomas started, "I'm happy to see you with so many here today, at this special, very unique event."
The boys on the bleachers cheered enthusiastically, and Thomas continued,
"In a couple of minutes we will start this special Choosing ceremony here this year. As it is a formal meeting, we will have all voters and visitors registered. We have already a 178 voters, and some are still on their way. As special visitor today we have Mr John Thompson, Dave's dad. The Council made an exception to the `no dads present' rule because the Thompson family came to live here only recently and he can take this opportunity to learn about our Community traditions."
Some boys cheered and shouted, and Thomas went on,
"you all know what this meeting is about, why else would you be here? However, I need to explain the situation at hand. As the Council member for the Choosing ceremony, it is my privilege to tell you all about the Council and Board decision that led to this Choosing. Let's first see if everyone who was on their way has arrived, and then get started."
He turned, looking at Andrew to see if the last boys had made the trip from the Tavern to the grounds.
When the last boys had taken their places, Andrew handed Thomas a little note, whispering something in his ear.
"It's exactly 11am, and we will start now." He turned to gesture Dave to come forward, pointing him to stand a few steps in front of him, good to see for everyone in the crowd.
"Today we will have the procedure to take Dave Thompson into our midst as a new Mackey family member," he commenced, but before he could finalize his sentence, the crowd shouted, stamped in protest.
"He's a trespasser we don't need him," someone shouted, "he's a Thompson, not a Mackey."
Thomas raised his hand to calm them down. This would not be an easy day, he realized. He had anticipated some derogative shouting from the very traditional hillbilly clan boys, but this was more than he expected.
"Before you all have a judgement, let me finish first," and he continued after the noise had gone down,
"In the period between last Choosing and October, Dave Thompson here, has taken up Mackey privileges while he had no right to do so. Dave is not a Mackey, has not gone through a Choosing and didn't ask for permission from the Council."
Again, lots of boy showed their anger, and the atmosphere was getting tense, hostile even.
Thomas raised his hand and angry looking he ordered the boy to calm down.
"This has come to the Council's attention, and a formal meeting was held to judge Dave for his actions. The Council was surprised when Dave Thompson, a non-Mackey, coming to live here only three or four years ago, applied for being a full Mackey based on the fact that he had used two Community Bottoms."
At hearing that not one, but two Bottoms were involved, the boys on the bleachers started shouting even harder; some even standing up as if they were ready for lynching the trembling, naked boy on stage, who quickly stepped behind Thomas.
"I will you spare all the details of the Council meeting, but after hearing Dave and both Community Bottoms, we can state that it is true that Dave Thompson, not being a Mackey, and without rights to do so, has fucked the two Bottoms, Simon Mackey and Lucas Richter multiple times."
This time, Thomas had Andrew and George to step in as well to calm down the outraged boys. That Dave had used a Bottom was already known, but two?
"The Council investigated two things: How did Dave know about Mackey traditions? And why did Dave think that fucking our Bottoms made him eligible for becoming a Mackey? These questions are to date only partially answered. Dave has been told by so far undisclosed Mackeys that if he would fuck a Bottom he would become a Mackey, referring to old rules originating from our Mackey cousins in Indian Spring."
The boys on the bleachers were mumbling, confused. They just had been angry at Dave, not thinking about the questions the Council raised. Mackeys who spilled secrets? They lied about becoming a Mackey? How was this possible? An old rule from Indian Spring that no one had heard of lately?
"After all, Dave, Simon and Lucas were questioned, and the Council came to a conclusion," Thomas said, lowering his voice as if he were the Chief Justice reading the Court's verdict, "Dave has been found guilty of having anal sex with the Mackey Community Bottoms Lucas Richter and Simon Alan Mackey while he had no right to do so. Dave has not gone through a Choosing and didn't ask for permission from the Council nor from Simon. Lucas however confirmed that he did gave some sort of permission, enough for the Council to consider the sex with him voluntary, albeit prohibited. In the end, the Council came to the conclusion that while Dave clearly and undeniably broke the Mackey rules, he did so at the instigation of Mackey boys without being told of the consequences."
He waited a moment to get the reactions, but the astonished audience remained silent.
"The Council's verdict, based on the official Mackey rules, including the old forgotten but never abolished `Indian Spring rules', and taking into account all circumstances, is: Dave Thompson will become a full Mackey by going through the Choosing ceremony and accepting the all rules attached to that. He will be subject of a voting whether or not he will be a Bottom. By applying the old rules, there will be special conditions as well, but these will be disclosed if Dave is chosen."
There was a murmuring from the bleachers and some shouting, as the boys were clearly surprised by the mentioning of old forgotten Mackey rules and the fact that supposedly, Mackey secrets were spilled, and Thomas let them go for a while.
"Today's procedure is a bit different from the regular Choosing," he continued after a few minutes. "We have only one boy to become a Mackey, so it will be a shorter parade than usual since he is the only participant. You are allowed to test the boy, his dick and his butt, with the usual restrictions like not masturbating him to make him shoot his sperm. Like any Choosing, there will be voting, you all have a say in whether or not our new Mackey brother should serve as a Bottom. So you can vote Yea or Nay"
There was a shouting, clapping and cheering from the crowd, "Let's make him a Bottom and go fuck him blind now !" some boys shouted, "we'll teach him what it means to sneak in as a Mackey!"..."let's show him the difference between using and being a Bottom!"
The crowd jeered and shouted, making no secret of which direction they wanted this to go.
Behind Thomas, poor Dave stood trembling, shocked at the hostile reactions from the crowd. It felt as if the mob was ready to skin him alive. From the corner of his eyes, he saw his dad, sitting at the far end of the bleachers, looking equally shocked and desperate, and he couldn't hold it any longer. Tears flowed from his eyes.
Thomas let the crowd cool down a bit before he went on,
"Gentlemen, please take your seats, we have to move on. It's not as warm as it was at this summer's Choosing and we have a naked Mackey applicant here waiting for the Choosing to commence."
He looked at the note Andrew gave him, and added, "we have 194 registered voters today, which is a bit more than we had anticipated. After this Choosing has come to an end, our usual BBQ to celebrate the Choosing results cannot be held here in the cold outdoors."
Boo's from the audience let him know that that was not appreciated. He continued, "but I just received the message that we all can go to Ferguson's Diner to party there." This was something the boys on the bleachers did appreciate.
"And now, let's get started, we need to get our new Mackey on board before we can party."
Now there was some laughter from the crowd. They had been rebellious: some really outraged for their belief in Mackey traditions and values, others just rioting to tease and to spice things up a bit. But now everyone knew that they were entering the fun part of this ceremony.
Following the tradition, Thomas had Dave parade on stage, but with just only one boy it didn't enthuse the audience who was loudly and impatiently asking for the feel-up.
When Thomas announced that Dave was open for testing, the whole congregation went wild and jumped up, ready to storm the stage. He quickly signaled Andrew and George to allow no more than 5 boys at a time on stage, hoping that he could control the situation.
With some difficulty and the help of a few older and not that excited boys, they managed to regulate the touching and groping of the single participant, who was now standing completely paralyzed, letting all these hands touch him wherever they wanted.
After the initial excitement, the shouting, and the mean words, Thomas noticed that there were some discussions going on between the boys. It seems that not everyone was going to vote `Yes', and he decided to join some groups to listen in on their discussions.
Indeed, quite a few boys argued that Dave shouldn't become a Bottom. He shouldn't become a Mackey in the first place, but that wasn't on the table anymore. Making him a Bottom as punishment? That would deteriorate the standing of the current Bottoms. It was supposed to be a position of good standing, although nobody would ever volunteer. But use this as a punishment? No.
There were also boys who considered a punishment for what Dave had done, was right. It was a bit confusing that he had been set-up without being told about the rules, but they just thought that Dave should've been wiser. Besides that, they considered it to be fun to have an extra Bottom, one they could humiliate as punishment.
While Thomas and George mingled with the boys, poor Dave had the worst day of his young life. Being naked amongst so many boys was terrible, but all these boys touching him in his private places? He tried to protest when the first boy had greased up his finger and said he's going to test his ass hole, but he was quickly corrected: refusing was not an option and instantly he felt a finger of a boy he didn't know enter his most private entrance while another boy tugged at his balls and dick. It was a bit cold, but even the low temperature couldn't prevent his dick from inflating.
After 30 minutes, Andrew handed Thomas the first tally. Thomas frowned. It was more `Nay' than `Yea'. With almost half of the votes casted, it seems that it was absolutely not certain that Dave would be turned today.
Thomas shrugged his shoulders, you never know at a Choosing, and he asked the attention of the crowd.
"Gentlemen, after I've shared the score for the first round, we'll have a short 10-minute break for a drink and a little snack." He waited a moment for silence and read the score.
"We have 194 registered voters, and with 94 votes already cast, the score is: 41 votes `Yes' which is 44%, and 53 votes `No' which is 56%. But, still 100 voters to go."
It took a few seconds, but then it dawned on the boys that Dave becoming a Bottom wasn't just an obvious thing. Simon, surprised as everyone, looked at Dave, but saw that the boy, completely overrun by the events, didn't register his good luck.
Andrew draped a blanket over Dave's shoulders to warm him up a bit and escorted him back to his chair to have a drink and some food.
Back-stage, the Choosing committee members quickly evaluated the proceedings. It was definitely not a regular Choosing. Keeping the sometimes-wild group in check was not easy, and with Dave as the sole object of attention and a target to be punished, the usually good natured feel to a Choosing was now quickly changing to a vengeful, almost aggressive mood.
They decided to speed up things by having the votes counted and displayed instantly, hoping that will make the boys more eager to vote quickly.
The second half went quicker than planned, indeed. With the results update live, the boys focused more on the voting and were having heated discussions whether or not to vote for turning Dave. Some boys who'd already voted kept playing with Dave, that is to say, his privates, just for the fun of it, but the intense testing slowly diminished.
In less than 10 minutes, another 33 boys had voted and the score had changed to `Yes' 52%, and `No' 48%.
The Master of the ceremony smiled. Anything could happen at the Choosing, and he was glad that the focus now has shifted from the negative threat of punishment towards voting and serious discussions.
"It looks like you're gonna be a Bottom," Derek Franklin sneered at Dave while fondling his balls and trying to stroke him to hardness again.
Not only did Dave feel upset about the turn of his fortunes, but he also felt anger welling up. How dare Derek tease him! He was the one who had started the set-up. Gavin and Brian may be behind this, but it was Derek who persuaded him with his false arguments and lies. He had not mentioned Derek's name to the Council, nor any other name, which now has come to grab him in the ass – literally - so Derek of all people had no right to tease him here, at the Choosing.
"Get your hands off me," he snapped angrily, just not loud enough for a few boys nearby to hear.
"Why should I? I have the right, and if you don't comply with the rules, you'll be bottomed for sure," Derek replied angrily, a bit surprised by Dave's reaction.
"No, you scram and never touch me again. If you ever touch me, be sure that your name will be the first I will release to the Council who still wants to know who told me that using a Bottom was okay," Dave growled to him, making sure that the other boys couldn't hear him.
Derek's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly realized that he'd better not push this. The way Thomas had mentioned the investigation was a clear indication that the ones involved in the set-up and spilling Mackey secrets to a non-Mackey, would face serious consequences.
Derek looked around him to see if anyone had heard the conversation, and he whispered to Dave, "Eehhmm, got it,...won't do it again, promise, ...you won't tell, please?...you know it was not my idea in the first place."
Dave looked coldly at him but said nothing.
"I still have to vote, I'll vote `Nay' for you, okay?" Derek desperately tried to please Dave.
With Dave still looking angry and not saying anything, Derek quickly rushed to the voting table to join the line of boys to cast his vote, and after that, he turned around to Dave, holding up his thumb as to show that he did what he'd promised.
The whole incident with Derek took less than 5 minutes, but when Dave looked at the score board, he saw the results had swapped again: `Yes' 47%, and `No' 53% with 40 votes to go.
In the first round, he had been completely overwhelmed by the groping and poking, and was not paying attention to the voting. Now the groping had nearly come to a halt, and almost every boy focused on the tally. His unease about the pawing had turned into nervousness about the results of the vote and he concentrated on the scoreboard as well. When he saw the score go up for `No', he breathed a sigh of relief.
"I think a take my chances now," 15-year-old Damian Weiberg said, snapping Dave out of his concentration, "looks like you're not gonna be chosen today. And I definitely want to have a good feel before your ass and dick become unreachable."
With a broad, playful, mischievous smile, Damian stretched his hand and shamelessly began to fondle Dave's scrotum and dick, turning him around and squeezed his ass cheeks firmly, sliding his fingers into the cleft, softly pushing his index finger against the sensitive entrance, making Dave squirm a bit.
"What a waste if this becomes unavailable for the Community," he teased and he resolutely pushed his index finger into the warm cleft, directly into the tight hole, making Dave jump.
"Hmm, how tight, what a nice bubble butt, sorry to have to see that go unused," Damian said while he finger fucked him gently, playing with his nuts. A couple of other boys grinned, and one of them reached out to fondle Dave's half-flaccid dick.
Dave didn't know what to say, he only gasped at the intrusion.
"I mean it, you have a real fuckable bubble butt," he teased Dave, making him feel very uncomfortable, "but no worries, I've already cast my ballot. I voted `Nay'. I would really like to fuck you, but not as punishment. Hope you'll remember me later, chosen or not. I hope to have some fun-time in your ass one day," he laughed and slapped Dave on his butt and walked away leaving Dave bewildered.
While Damian took his time to play with Dave's ass, another 18 boys had voted, and his heart skipped a beat when he looked at the scoreboard again.
***
Next episode:
It's a close call: will the Mackey community be happy with the result of the Choosing?
Will Gavin and Brian's secret agreement with Old Will be revealed?
To be continued...