Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of The West – Simon A. Mackey 16
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It's not easy being...
It was a big mistake, Matthew leaving the room to Simon when the 15-year-olds Craig Schneider and Jeremy Mackey came visiting Simon the afternoon of the first school day in the new year.
Over time, his role as guard for Simon was less needed as most boys were not abusive and Simon got used to his position as Community Bottom. So, when the two boys came to visit Simon, he discretely left, not really eager to witness his brother being screwed once again. He'd seen that enough over the last half year, and Craig Schneider was a cousin of Simon's best friend Tom, so why bother?
While he was downstairs in the living room, Matthew heard the stumbling, the moans, even screams, over the noise from the TV. He naively thought that it might just be a little rough play, these boys were 15 years old after all, but when they left, and Simon got downstairs with reddened eyes, obviously in pain, he was shocked.
"What happened?" he asked concerned, already cursing his decision to leave Simon alone.
"Assholes," Simon whimpered, "they're assholes. They were rough, hurt me, and they did nothing else than humiliate me, calling me `bitch' and `boy-slut', saying `take my big cock in your pussy' and they face-fucked me while at the same time the other took me from behind, and then swapped positions to do it again."
Matthew walked over to his little brother and hugged him in his arms, comforting him, feeling sad for him, and angry with these bullies.
"I think we need to tell Dad about this. Two fucks and two blowjobs in one session, and derogative slurs, that is abuse, and not to be tolerated," he said.
"I told them that they had gone too far, but they just laughed," Simon said resignedly, "they said, `it's our word against yours, and we will say that if there were some inappropriate words, it was just a slip of the tongue at the heat of the moment in your ass', so it won't help."
"I still think we should tell Dad," Matthew replied belligerently, "and from now on, I'll stay in the room, to protect you when needed."
While the boys were still recovering from the shock, there was a knock on the back door and Leroy Mackey poked his head around the corner.
"You available?" he asked with a mischievous grin, "I saw Craig Schneider and Jeremy Mackey just leaving."
"What?" Simon spat out, almost spilling his glass of water, "I've had my quota for today, so I'm off for the rest of the day."
"What do you mean your quota? Your limit is 12 fucks per week isn't it? So, as long as you haven't reached that, you're available, I think," he retorted and came in uninvited. "Craig and Jeremy said you've just been fucked twice, so you're nowhere near you maximum."
Simon was stunned. He hadn't thought about this flaw in the rules. He just counted on the average of max 2 per day to reach the limit of 12 per week, which had been okay since it was introduced. He looked at Matthew for support, but he also just now realized that technically Simon could be fucked 12 times on the first day of the week. The only limit was the total per week, not per day.
"Ahw, please, I've just had these two and they weren't very nice, to put it mildly, could we do it tomorrow?" Simon begged.
"Nah, I'm horny now, and your tight ass is finally available for us 15-year-olds, so, no, let's do it now," he dismissed Simon's plea and added sarcastically, "If you want tomorrow, I can come then as well to do you again."
Simon sighed. He knew he couldn't refuse, so he grumpily agreed.
"Okay then, let's go to my room," he said resignedly, but to his and Matthew's astonishment Leroy turned around, opened the door and shouted with his head out, "He's ready, come on."
Before they could utter a protest, the door opened wider and Henri DeChantier, the pub owner's son came in and greeted Simon and Matthew with a cheeky grin.
"Wait, what?" Simon uttered, completely overwhelmed, "not two again."
"Henri wants a go at your still tight ass as well, so let's get to it," Leroy ignored Simon's protest.
Matthew stepped forward and made himself as big as he could in front of Leroy.
"Simon cannot refuse to be fucked, but he can refuse taking more than one visitor at a time," he said venomous and looked Leroy straight in the eye, leaving no doubt that he will attack if he made one wrong move.
"Okay, okay, one at a time," he said taking a little step back from Matthew, "but Henri can watch if he wants."
"No he can't," Matthew spat out, making a step forward and clenched his fists.
"Oh sure he can, the rule is that the one who fucks can decide if someone can watch. And I want him to watch me fucking Simon. And when he is fucking Simon after me, he wants me to watch him fuck Simon, right Henri?"
Just when Matthew raised his fist, aiming at Leroy's face, the door opened and Richard came in, just in time to see Matthew's intention and made him stop.
"Wow, wow, boys, what's going on here?" he said with thundering voice.
"Well, we came for Simon's service, but first he refused, and when we made clear that he couldn't, he then refused to have one watch the other, while that's our right to do," said Leroy, as he looked triumphantly at Richard, very smug about his own guts.
"Is that true?" Richards asked, turning to Simon.
Simon realized that he couldn't fight the rules with his dad and just said, "I've had two visitors already this afternoon, and they were very rough. I'm not sure if I can take another two. And I certainly don't want the humiliation of being watched in that position."
Richard sensed that this wasn't just a flat out refusal, there was more to this, but he also realized that these boys had rights indeed.
He looked intently at Leroy and Henri with frowned eyebrows and took a deep breath to say in a slow and slightly threatening tone,
"you're right. As long as Simon hasn't reach his maximum, he's got to service you. And you're right, you can ask someone to watch." He waited a moment, and when he saw the two boys contented and Leroy's victorious grin, he added, "say Leroy, wasn't it your dad who came last week to me for an extra loan to extend your house?"
Leroy looked surprised. Yes, his dad had plans, but what has that to do with fucking Simon?
"I guess so," he confirmed, shrugging his shoulders to let Richard know that he didn't understand or care, "come on Simon, let's do it."
"Fine," Richard said in an icy tone, "you take your rights, Simon cannot refuse. In the meantime I'll make a call to show someone what I can refuse," and before Leroy could say something, Richard turned and walked away, feeling sorry for his son.
It's not easy being a Mackey Bottom's dad.
"Yeah, whatever," Leroy said dismissively and waited for Simon to go upstairs.
Henri followed them a bit hesitantly. Leroy clearly didn't care, but he had seen the anger at Richard's face, and he had picked up the threat Leroy clearly had missed.
"What are you doing here?" Leroy said when Matthew followed the three boys into the bedroom.
"I live here," he snarled and sat on his bed.
"Could be, but I don't want you here while we do your brother, so scram!"
"I don't think so," Matthew snorted, clenching his fists, ready to punch this asshole.
Henri quickly stepped between them and said, "let it go, Leroy, we can't make him leave his own room. Just move on, okay?"
"Okay, if you so dearly enjoy to watch your baby brother being plugged, you can stay and enjoy the sight," Leroy said sarcastically.
When Leroy and Henri stood outside 30 minutes later, Leroy said, "I can't believe Matthew stayed and watched us, I mean, is he a pervert or something?"
"I don't know, I'd rather think that he was watching over his brother. Simon told us that Craig and Jeremy had been rough earlier, and you know how these two are. I don't know what happened, but it can't be good."
"Well, that's none of our business. It's been a while since I've porked a 13-year-old. It was a good fuck."
Henri nodded in agreement, still not really reassured what Richard's words could mean. And deep in him, his conscience began telling him that they shouldn't have done what they did, after Simon's plea to not fuck him. Deep in his heart he had some fears that Simon might retaliate, and knowing his younger brother was on the line next Choosing, he didn't feel good about it.
"Yeah, he's good, nice and tight, true, but don't you think we should've waited? I mean, these two before us had been rough, and four in a row...," Henri countered.
"Could be, but nothing we did was against any rule, and we were horny now, so why wait? I know it's no fun being Community Bottom, but it's not that he isn't used to it."
Still, Henri had his doubts. It's not easy being an asshole.
"Who could that be, this late?" Simon's mom said surprised when later that evening someone knocked on the door.
"Hi Henri," she said when she opened the door and gestured Henri to come in, "what brings you here this late?"
"Is Simon still up? I want to say something to him," Henri said in a humble tone.
Simon was surprised and a bit annoyed when his mom came to his room to tell him that Henri was downstairs for him. He just got ready for bed, teeth already brushed, halfway putting his pajama top over his head.
"Hi Simon," Henri said looking down at his feet, when Simon got downstairs, "I ...ehm... I came to apologize. What we did wasn't nice and I regret it."
Simon raised his eyebrows.
"I'm sorry I have fucked you this afternoon even though you asked not to because Craig and Jeremy had been so rough on you," he said softly, looking at the boy in his pajamas.
Simon was nonplussed and didn't know what to say and murmured, "Ah...well...okay,...thanks..."
The two boys stood facing each other, in awkward silence.
"You just came back to tell me this?" Simon asked when he slowly had processed what Henri had said.
"Ah, it's you again," interrupted Richard grumpily, looking into the hall to see what was going on.
"He just apologized, Dad," Simon said, "for what he did this afternoon. And I accept his apologies."
Richard glanced at the boy, his face now showing respect instead of anger, "that's very honorable of you to do, Henri. I think you have the right Mackey spirit, doing your boy's play but saying sorry when you've stepped out of line."
Henri smiled shyly, and not knowing anything else to say, he turned to leave, saying, "Well thanks for accepting my apologies, I'm really sorry. See you tomorrow morning on the school bus, then?"
"He takes after his dad," Richard said to Simon when Henri was gone, "he has his heart at the right place."
"Yeah. He was wrong at first, but now he has apologized, he's okay," Simon said pensively, "but Leroy isn't, he hasn't apologized."
"Maybe he will when he hears it from Henri and learns from his dad."
"I doubt that. Henri was not the initiator of this, Leroy was. I wish I could pay guys like him back, or make them think twice before they do something like this."
"A bit like Hugo, you mean?"
Simon looked up, a bit surprised his dad knew, but then he realized that this must have gone all over the Council after the review meeting last year.
"Something like that, yes."
"We all do understand Hugo's feelings, but we don't agree with what he does. And we keep an eye on him. He is very close to threatening boys, scaring them from using their Mackey rights. You should never do that. It might scare them off for now, but they will remember and eventually you'll enter the downward spiral of revenge on revenge. If you want to become the leader of the clan one day, that will haunt you. There are more subtle ways to push back."
"Like how?"
"Did you hear me asking if Leroy's dad wanted an extra loan?"
Simon nodded.
"Well chances are that by now Leroy will realize that his blunt answer and bad attitude have cost his dad the loan."
"Wait, did you cancel the loan because of what he did?"
"Sort off. For what he did, but even more so because of his attitude."
"Wow," was all Simon could say.
"You can keep boys in line yourself, Si. You're not yet in a position like I am with Leroy's dad, but that will come in time. You just have to let them know that you will remember these things for a long, very long time, and it will bite them in the ass one day. They will know, and for sure their dads will know what that could mean in this community. Don't make it an obvious threat, just let them feel. And never ever use this to force a boy to relinquish his right to use you. Just make them behave and take it easy on you."
Simon pondered about it for a while. His dad had told him before that his current status wouldn't necessarily haunt him, but instead could even help him in the future, but at that time he didn't buy that. Now he tried to see it from a different perspective, accepting this now and wait for the better things to come. It's not easy being a patient Bottom.
***
What happened to Derek after he confessed to his dad didn't stay private for long in the tight knit Mackey community.
The punishment from the Council was relatively light, compared with the wrath of his dad. The Council had considered it a one-time misstep albeit with serious consequences, but Derek was not involved in the bigger scheme. He had been stupid and should have known better, he was a bit too willingly instrumental, but he was not the brains behind this.
For Derek, the hardest part of the punishment was the public shaming. The Council made it public and word spread quickly amongst the boys. The shame he felt was hurting even more than the ban on using Bottoms. There had been some debate to turn him and make him a Community Bottom, but everyone had learned from last Choosing that being a Bottom as punishment was certainly not widely appreciated, so the Council dropped that idea.
His dad, however, was less mild. After he got a good strapping, he was grounded for a week until the Council had decided on a punishment. When his dad heard that they had considered making him a Bottom but skipped that idea, he was not happy. He understood very well that a light punishment for something that had substantial consequences would not sit well with the community, and even less with Dave. He himself was part of the posse that got rid of the three miscreants, while his own son, even though it was a comparatively small contribution, was part of the set-up and now got off easy.
So, the day after the Council verdict, Derek was marched off to Dave's house, to settle this with him. His dad had explicitly said that he should ask Dave for a suitable punishment, and if Dave couldn't or wouldn't come up with something, he would pick a punishment himself.
And that's how Derek ended up being Dave's personal Bottom, to repay him for what he had done.
When the Council heard about this, they understood the extra punishment, it could be helpful to ease the resentment amongst the boys and some dads, but again, being bottom as punishment had to stop, and they allowed it for no longer than 12 months, and only for Dave. No rules that resembles the `ownership rules' Dave had to live by.
Derek was utterly humiliated, and Dave, angry as he was, let no opportunity go to add to Derek's discomfort.
Even in the cold of the winter, Dave had fucked him in public, in the park when several Mackey boys were watching, as part of the punishment they thought was well deserved.
Derek had cried for 24 hours solid after Dave had fucked him in their living room while his dad could see it all happen from the kitchen.
Derek had changed almost overnight from the sturdy, playful boy to a shy, scared shadow of himself.
But when Simon, at a visit to keep his rights, had remained quiet for a suspiciously long time after Dave enthusiastically had told him how he got at Derek again, it started to dawn on him. He looked into Simon's eyes who seem to beg him to stop this torture.
Simon was right. Enough is enough. That's how Simon was with him, that's how he should be with Derek. He'd had his revenge, now he had to show he was a righteous Mackey, worthy of the name.
***
The school bus ride back home was noisy. The boys were quite rowdy, and the girls were in cliques gossiping about them. Simon overheard two boys talking about how they will get off the bus with Hugo, to have a go at him. They had waited for 6 months after the Choosing to be eligible for this, and now the time had finally come for them to play with the newly available butts.
When the bus stopped to let Hugo and the boys off, Simon quickly joined them, much to Tom's surprise, and before the two could speak to Hugo, Simon threw his arm around him and said,
"I think maybe we'd have a chat, okay?"
Hugo was surprised, but when he saw the two other boys following them, obviously with one goal, he said,
"That's fine, it'll be better with you than with these guys," he nodded in their direction, "I can guess what they are up to. It's been like this the whole time since the 6 months restriction has been lifted."
"I know. That's why I wanted to be with you first. We make them wait; maybe they even will back off."
"I doubt that, and even then, they will be back tomorrow," Hugo replied a bit sad, "let's get inside."
Hugo, just like Simon, had not been happy with the renewed attention now the first age restriction had been lifted. He still kept his notebook to sign off, and he kept his list, but the new boys were older, and obviously less impressed by the statement he tried to make them sign. Several boys simply refused to sign and said that if he'd do this one more time, they'll go to the Council for a complaint, and get him punished.
"So you are going to stop with this signing now they refuse and push back?"
"Certainly not. Even if they don't sign, I read it to them, so they are aware. And the boys who don't sign are awarded with the highest ranking on my list instantly."
He got his list and showed it to Simon. It has indeed an increased number of boys with a cross behind their names, all older boys, Simon noticed.
"Is it still like a therapy as you said last time, or are you really gonna hurt these guys?"
"Not sure yet, but I tend to go for the latter. God, I hate these assholes. I hate this whole Bottom thing."
"I did some thinking myself," Simon started, "after we spoke last December, I sort of regretted that I hadn't something like this, especially when the first 15-year-olds, 16 almost, came to use me. But my dad said I shouldn't do such a thing, you should neither."
"Your dad knows about me?"
"The whole Council does. We had a look at your papers during the review meeting, remember?"
"But they're not coming after me, so far. I guess they accept it?"
"No, not really, but they hope you'll outgrow it, and if not, they will step up. So, you'd better not push it."
"And what about you? Are you still thinking about it?"
"I had a chat with my dad after some boys were really abusive one day. He said that for me it is absolutely not acceptable to have a list like you, make more or less explicit threats. But he said that in some cases it is acceptable when I kindly remember these assholes that one day I will be the head of the clan. I will have decisive influence on their capability to buy homes, their loans and business opportunities, and that girls might get to know that maybe there was `some other reason why they came for my butt then just being horny'. Just to make them aware to not cross the line."
"Did you use this threat already?"
"Only once, and later he apologized for being rough and derogative. He fucked me again though, but much nicer this time." Simon grinned thinking back at the face of the boy who suddenly realized the possible consequences of crossing a line that he shouldn't have crossed.
"My dad though, he had shown what would be in my future. Two boys had abused me, and had been assholes, one boy was even an asshole with my dad, and while this boy plugged me, my dad had called his dad to tell him that he wouldn't support his request for a loan. A family raising boys this way didn't deserve this support. That must have been something when he returned home that evening."
"Oh wow, that's cool."
"Yep. I've never seen this asshole near me again. The boy he was with that day, though, returned the same evening to apologize for what he did."
"Well, in my case, I have to stick to giving them the feeling that they should `not fuck or else', and I hope that once everyone will know that there will be consequences, they stop using me. And frankly, I know that the Council will not like it, but I don't care. It's not a refusal, so legally I do nothing wrong."
"Maybe so, but just like you will be using this against them, they will use your attitude against you. And life will not be easy in this community."
"The day I'm 18, I'm gone. So much for the community pressure. But I can and I will reach whoever is on my list."
Not knowing what to say next, Simon only nodded and sighed,
"Please don't do something you might regret."
He understood Hugo, fighting the institution on his own.
It's not easy being a lone warrior.
***
Greg Ellis had noticed that last couple of weeks Simon looked less happy than he had been the last week of December.
Ever since he had told Simon about his feeling for boys, he was in doubt. He wanted to be with Simon as often as he could, but he knew, it wasn't right to bother him too much with his anxieties, while Simon had his own issues under these strange Mackey rules.
But it was hard to stay away from him, as he was the only boy he'd shared his deep secret with, the only boy he'd ever had sex with. This week, he hadn't seen Simon smiling, and since he knew a bit more about the Mackey tradition, he noticed some older boys approaching Simon. He wondered if this had something to do with the rumors he had heard about Dave Thompson. Simon had told him about Dave and what most likely would happen, but apart from some bits and pieces and his own filling the gaps, he didn't know anything. Even Dave didn't look different after what must have happened.
He planned to talk to Simon during the break, but when the Science teacher came with an assignment, and asked to team up in pairs, Greg quickly raised his hand and pointed at Simon to be his partner. Simon looked surprised, but when he saw Greg's typical persuasive smile, he nodded OK.
"When shall we work on this?" Greg asked as soon as class was out.
"Tonight, tomorrow, it's fine with me," Simon answered, but after some thinking he added, "can we go to your place?"
"Sure, no problem. But my room isn't bigger than yours," Greg replied.
"Well," Simon said a bit hesitantly, "you know my position, don't you? So it might be better to work on the assignment at your place. Less interruptions, as you catch my drift."
"Okay, tonight?"
After dinner, Simon took his bike and went to Greg's place, some 10 minutes ride as they lived on the edge of the neighborhood just barely in the real Mackey Territory. He had never been at Greg's home before, even though they played together when they were younger.
Greg and his family were not Mackeys. However, their family had lived here for many decades, and although they had already grown a bit with the Mackeys, they were not actually part of it and so did not really know in detail about their traditions. Greg had said to him once that his parents told him not to engage too much with the Mackeys because of their somewhat different way of life.
Simon was a bit nervous when he rang the doorbell, not really expecting to be very welcome. But when Greg's dad answered the door and let him in, smiling, and friendly inviting him in, he relaxed.
"No, they are not against Mackeys," Greg said when Simon told him he was relieved that his dad was friendly to him, "they'd rather see me not mingle too much with your clan. It was okay when we were younger, we played together, remember, but now we're a bit older and well into puberty they're not that lenient anymore. I guess that they have some ideas about what's going on, like what you've shared with me."
Simon flinched a little, thinking about the possibility that the man who let him in might have some ideas about what his son had done, or might do with him.
Greg's room was a typical boy's room, some clothes scattered around, an unmade bed and lots of posters of football players on the walls, a guitar on a stand in the corner.
As soon as they installed themselves behind Greg's desk and opened the Science books to start working on their assignment, Greg scratched his throat, and turned to Simon,
"Ehhm..., now you're here, working on this assignment," he began a bit hesitantly, "I wanted to ask you something, okay?"
Simon looked at him, trying to see where this was going. He'd prepared himself for tonight. Greg had already persuaded him two times before, and although these were far from bad experiences, he had now made up his mind not to give in to that anymore, however persuasive Greg could be at times.
But Simon had worried wrongly. Greg wanted to know what happened to Dave, and most of all he wanted to talk about his life as a hidden gay.
Since he'd told Greg already about Dave and the Mackey secrets about Bottoms, Simon didn't mind telling him what had happened, and how Dave's and his life looked nowadays.
Greg listened silently. No signature seductive smile this time, no softly directing remarks to persuade him to play around a little. Just a boy worried about his future, a vulnerable gay boy in the closet, afraid that his secret would be revealed, and he would be bullied.
"I'm so glad I can talk with you about this, Simon," Greg sighed, "but it's like living in two worlds: one real and scary homophobic world, and one accepting world, with you, a world where being a homo isn't a big thing, considering all Mackey boys play around. Unfortunately, it's this world I know of, but I'm not part of."
Simon sniggered a little, triggering a questioning look from Greg.
"Yeah, our Mackey world is a little warped," he said pensively, "and having all this `free sex' comes at a price, which we Bottoms are paying for. I do know some boys who are homosexual, like you, but they have about the same reservations as you have, despite our loose morals regarding the boy-on-boy sex."
"You know other boys who are homo?" Greg asked, more hopeful than surprised.
"Yep. A lot of boys use my butt the same way as they could use their hand for a quick jerk-off, but there are many who enjoy a more leisurely staying together and even talk about of their own or family secrets."
Simon looked at Greg. He noticed that Greg must have had a growth spurt these last two months. He'd already turned 14, grown an inch and had a faint sign of moustache appearing. Greg was definitely more advanced in puberty then he was, and he might even go for 15 if you didn't look carefully.
Greg had waited for Simon to continue with disclosing some of the secrets, although not really expecting he would spill much, but hoping he would. Especially about the gay boys.
"No Greg, I won't," Simon said when he saw Greg looking expectantly with his puppy-dog eyes, and added with a mixture of seriousness and mischievous teasing, "I know that look of yours, but I can't tell you about things that boys have shared with me in confidence."
Greg smiled. He didn't like this secrecy, but then again, that's what he appreciated so much about Simon. He could trust him, no matter what. His own secret was safe with him as well.
"I now, Simon, and I won't ask, despite how much I'd like to know who else has the same feelings as I have. It's difficult though. You Mackey can just fuck around, literally, and if a boy isn't gay, it was just play, and if he is gay, then you have a soulmate, or even a boyfriend."
"It's not working like that. Mackeys do not randomly fuck other boys, only designated Bottoms. And not all Bottoms are gay."
Knowing that this wouldn't get him anywhere, Greg let the subject go, just sighed, saying that he would never refuse some help here in the hope to plant a seed, and the boys went on with their assignment.
When Simon returned home in the dark, he thought about what they had discussed, Greg's assumption that all Mackeys have sex with all other Mackeys and live in a `gay heaven' of sorts. He had definitely picked up Greg's hint about help, but what could he do? He absolutely wouldn't disclose any information that was given in trust of confidentiality, and he didn't feel like operating as a matchmaker for lost and lonely non-Mackey gay boys. But he couldn't deny it, he had a thing for Greg, and he thought about ways to help him without compromising himself, or making it his problem.
He felt sorry for Greg. It's not easy being gay.
***
Any gay guy knows, that it isn't easy being gay. Even in the Mackey Territory, despite the institutional opportunity for boy-on-boy sex provided by Bottoms, adult gay men tend to be rejected by the more conventional society in the traditional rural and sometimes even backward small Midwestern towns like the Mackey boys lived in.
Although almost every `straight' Mackey guy had their sexual experiences with Bottoms, most of them would never admit their true feelings to each other. It was just an opportunity for adolescent relief without getting a girl pregnant, and – especially for the younger boys - the first opportunity to fuck at an age when girls are not available for them anyway. Maybe they even had their first kiss from another guy, just to try what it would be like, `training for later' excuses, and most would never admit it when they liked it.
The boys who felt more attracted to boys instead of girls usually kept it a secret for everyone. Only sometimes the Bottoms they used and trusted with their most private thoughts, would know about their preferences, and these boys left as soon as they finished high school, never to return.
On the school bus back home, Wesley Mackey sat quietly looking at the boys in front of him. After a day at school, where he secretly had a peek at some boy's bodies when they changed and showered after PE, he felt horny.
As often before, he thought about visiting one of the Bottoms, some of them were sitting right in front of him in the bus. But he hesitated. He'd been with Bottoms several times before, and he enjoyed it. He also realized after a while with a shock that it wasn't just a feeling of plain sexual relief once he'd had his orgasm, it was a deeper feeling he first couldn't explain.
After two bus stops, Hugo and Tyler Mackey, a Bottom from 1974, got off the bus. Wesley hesitated. He could still ask Cameron Mackey before he got off the bus, but although he thought Cameron was a nice boy, he wasn't the type of boy he could relax with. Tyler had been more fun. And Simon, the other Bottom remaining in the bus, well yeah, he'd certainly would love to play with him, but Simon was still too young. The age restrictions limited Simon to boys of 15½ or younger, and he was turning 16 in two months. The only boy he could fuck was Cameron, but, well, no thank you. The one boy he had a secret crush on was Simon, but the boy was off limits for him until the end of his first year of service.
Wesley sighed when he saw Cameron and Simon leaving the bus. He'd be alone tonight. Again. He had that restless urge, a strong longing for boys, which kept his mind.
It wasn't until after dinner when Wesley decided to go out and visit Tyler or Philip Richter, or when they weren't available, maybe visit Cameron.
When he arrived at the crossing to the Bend, instead of turning left to Philip's house, he stopped and suddenly realized he wasn't in for a regular fuck with a Bottom. No, he felt alone, with his secret desire, and he needed a talk more than sexual relief and he went straight to the humble house of Richard Alan Mackey, the `boss' in Mackey land.
"Hi Mr Mackey," Wesley said when Richard opened the door, "I was wondering, is Simon home?"
Richard looked at the boy inquisitively, "he's in his room upstairs," and he pointed up and let Wesley in.
Wesley knocked on the bedroom door and opened it when he heard Matthew saying `yeah, come in'.
"Hey Wesley," Matthew said a bit surprised when Wesley entered, "what makes you come here? Have a seat."
"Well," Wesley said hesitatingly, "actually, I'm here for Simon," and he smiled to Simon who was on his bed, reading a comic book.
"Um, well, OK," Matthew said suspiciously, looking at Simon to see his reaction.
Simon lowered his comic and looked at Wesley. "Hi."
"Hi Simon, I was wondering ... euhm...I'd like... maybe we can have some privacy, you and I...?" he shyly asked, looking back at Matthew making his point clear that he wanted Matthew out of the room.
But Matthew was vigilant. He knew Wesley was a kind, somewhat quiet boy, but still, he was almost 16 and no way was he going to plug his little brother, so he said, a bit hostile, "I'm staying, it's my room as well and I'm not leaving Simon alone."
Wesley looked down, disappointed and not sure how to proceed. He knew he couldn't do anything sexual with Simon, but that wasn't his goal anyway.
He'd come to the boy who had become a professional when it comes to being fucked, but all he wanted now is talk about his worries, his feelings, his secret desires. He knew Simon was an intelligent and good-hearted boy, his reputation as a trustworthy Bottom was already well established amongst the Mackeys.
"OK, I get it," Wesley said, "but I didn't come for a fuck or a blow job," he assured Simon and Matthew, "I know I can't do that. I wanted to talk to Simon. It's personal, you know."
"Everything boys do here in this room is personal," Matthew snapped, "go ahead and talk." After all the incidents with older boys the last weeks, Matthew was definitely not letting Simon alone with the older boy. He stayed to protect Simon if necessary.
Wesley hesitated, but Simon pointed at the chair at his desk to indicate Wesley to take a seat, and he took the chair.
"What is it you want to talk about?" Simon asked.
"It's hard for me to say," Wesley answered, looking ashamed to Matthew wo had already turned away and worked on his desk, "it's kinda personal, you know."
"Tell me"
"Promise me that you never tell anyone?"
"Promised," Simon said, adding, "everything I do is private and I'll never tell anyone what happens when I'm with another boy. And Matthew all the same, right Matt?"
Matthew turned around and nodded, "sure, I won't spill."
"Thanks," Wesley said, "it's not easy, you know, being with a Bottom, talking about myself."
"You've never been with a Bottom?" Simon raised his eyebrows, surprised.
"Well, of course I have, with Philip and Cameron, Tyler and some older Bottoms before. But it wasn't, well... how can I say it..."
Simon looked at him with his friendly and reassuring little smile on his face.
"I did enjoy it, though, but I had this feeling about it. It was not just about sex."
Simon nodded understandingly. He saw the same hesitating, fearing eyes as Greg had the other day when he had told him about his homosexual feelings. Wesley's slight stammering, the uneasy shuffling with his feet gave him an idea where this was going.
"Fucking is a great feeling, you know, eh well, from our side of the action that is, but to me it felt like something is missing. It took me a while to understand what it was," he said, and with a big sigh he continued, "I wonder what it would be like, to be fucked." He hung his head, as if in shame.
"Oh, I see," Simon replied a bit confused. "But you could ask any Bottom or even a friend of yours, this is Mackey Land, remember."
"It's not that easy, Simon, I'm scared. People might think I like to be a Bottom, or worse, that I'm a homo. And once boys fuck me while I'm not a Mackey Bottom, they will know that I'm one. I do feel for boys more than girls, but I can't handle it if it came out. At least not for now. And I don't trust the other boys, not even the Bottoms. Only you. If boys get to know I was open for being fucked, I'd be turned instantly. I can't be a Bottom, sorry Simon, I wouldn't survive"
There, he'd said it. His heart was thumping in his chest at his confession. Never before had he mentioned his inner secret to anyone, and now, he just did it.
Simon looked at the older boy who was almost shaking with anxiety and stress.
"Thanks for trusting me, Wesley. No need to worry here. I think I understand how you feel. I can't go into details, but trust me; you're not the only boy that sat in my room confessing he prefers boys over girls."
Wesley looked up, a surprised and relieved. He already knew that there were other boys in a same position as he was, but he never realized it could be so close to home.
He was glad he got over to Simon tonight. The boy was special indeed. Not only his good looks and his bubble butt, but more importantly, his intelligence, his caring, non-judgmental way of asking and talking. He was relaxed and funny at times, even when the subject was serious.
"Come, sit here," Simon said, and patted on his bed. Wesley moved next to Simon, their backs against the wall, knees pulled up.
"You know, I'm only a Bottom since this summer, and I'm already surprised by how many boys struggle with their feelings. Even though they come here playing the Top."
He told Wesley how others coped with their feelings and the stress, and how he understood that even in Mackey Land, where boy-on-boy-sex was as common as breakfast and maybe even more frequent, homosexual life was not widely accepted and could cause problems, of which being called queer or homo were the least ones.
The boys talked for a while, and after a pause in their conversation, Wesley cleared his throat.
"Simon?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm not sure if you want to, or if it's even allowed by Mackey rules, but would you be my first?"
Simon looked up. No boy has ever visited him to ask to be fucked. He was always at the receiving end, except for the mandatory fucks with Dave. The only true volunteer was Tom, but that was different.
"You're serious?"
"Absolutely. If I want anyone to be my first, it would be you. Please?"
Simon couldn't believe his luck. It's been pleasant talking with Wesley, all relaxed, open, friendly; about sex, but not just the two dimensional macho type of talk, but serious talk, about their feelings, their concerns. He definitely wanted to top this boy.
"I'd love to, Wesley."
"Great, thanks," Wesley said, and looked right where Matthew sat at his desk. He suddenly felt a wave of shame.
Simon got up and pointed at his bed, indicating Wesley to lay down on his back.
He reached over, unbuttoned Wesley's jeans and pulled it with his underwear down, and took them off.
"You have done this before, I guess?" Wesley asked Simon, "I mean, apart from Dave at the last Choosing."
"Well, yeah Dave," he responded, "I have to," deliberately evading mentioning Tom, or the fact that he'd never been with another Bottom. Simon opened his jeans, and his boner already strained his briefs in anticipation.
"I'll just go slow for a little bit and you'll enjoy. There is nothing too it," Simon lied, knowing by experience that the first time wasn't that easy, but he definitely didn't want Wesley to chicken out.
Wesley looked over at Simon and saw that he had taken his jeans off as well, and was massaging his hard dick through his briefs.
Simon took of his briefs, put Wesley's legs up, and slid up between his legs. Simon was a bit taken aback by this sudden turn of events, and he almost forgot the lube. Wesley reached, grabbed Simon's dick, and guided it to his hole. He felt the heat of the head of Simon's cock against his tender hole.
Simon let it sit there for a minute and then leaned into Wesley, pushing slowly harder against his hole.
Simon's dick entered Wesley's tight anus, and the wet heat that rushed through his dick as it was slowly consumed by Wesley's ass, overwhelmed him.
When Wesley felt the warm dick entering him, he was surprised that he didn't feel the serious pain he was expecting. He let Simon do all the moving, still a bit scared that he would hurt him. When he felt that the boy had his dick in him completely, he grunted, "Fuck me man!"
Encouraged by these words, Simon pushed his cock even deeper into Wesley, until his pubes brushed against Wesley's balls as he filled Wesley up with his dick.
This felt great. Being asked to fuck a boy, who actually liked that. His dick was as hard as it had never been.
Simon pulled his dick slowly back out most of the way and nature took over as he started to fuck Wesley's ass.
Every time Wesley felt the warm cock shoving in and out of his butt, he groaned in pleasure. He finally felt how it was to be fucked, and he knew that his desire wasn't just out of curiosity, no it was his deepest, sincere desire. He was gay, no doubt about that anymore. And he was a bottom. A true one, not just a boy selected at a weird occasion as the Mackey Choosing.
He loved the way Simon pushed his dick in, while at the same time Simon very softly caressed his boner and fondled his balls. The boy sure is an expert, he thought, breathing heavily with lust.
Simon was working hard, pumping his dick in and out, and leaning over Wesley, their faces close to each other. He was enjoying this fucking. He understood why boys kept coming to him to plow his ass, and he loved it the way Wesley enjoyed it. This is really addictive, way better than using your hand.
Wesley stroked Simon's hair and almost lovingly caressed the boy's face. When Simon once more pushed his dick in against the sensitive button in his ass, Wesley's sphincter contracted, squeezing Simon's boner forcefully.
That was all Simon could take, and he started to erupt deep into Wesley's ass. Simon could tell from the expression on Wesley's face and the steady stream of `Fuck! and `Oh my God!' phrases that Wesley was ready to cum as well. He grabbed Wesley's dick and stroked it, smearing the pre-cum all over the shaft, until he felt Wesley's dick harden in his hand and four, five shots of cum erupted from the bulbous purple head and squirted over Wesley's belly, all the way up to his chest.
To Wesley, it felt like their orgasms went on for several minutes, and Simon almost collapsed on Wesley, exhausted from his orgasm. Simon looked at Wesley laying below him, his dick still buried in Wesley's butt, grinning like the cat that just ate the bird.
Wesley smiled lovingly at the boy on top of him. "Thank you, Simon. Thank you for being my first. And being so terribly good at it." He kissed the boy on his cheek and smiled, just as happy as Simon.
"I really appreciate this," Wesley said when Simon had let his now softening dick slip out his ass. "It felt good. I loved the feeling of you deep inside me, and now I know for sure that this is what I want. Too bad that I cannot just ask anyone. I wish I knew other boys with the same feelings. Would make my life much easier, less lonely."
Simon just smiled. He loved it to be on top, with a boy who wanted it that way, who loved it. He also noted Wesley's message, the desire getting to know other gay boys, not being lonely.
From his desk, Matthew witnessed the scene and looked at his brother, feeling happy for him. His brother as a Top. And God, was he good. He felt his hardened dick strangled in his boxers and almost wished he were there instead of Wesley.
It's not easy being just a spectator.
***
Simon was glad that Matthew instantly left the room when Tom entered, as if he anticipated a demand for some privacy. Things between him and Tom are back to normal again after the situation with Dave normalized and they had talked about it. Every time he appreciated Tom more for his compassion, his affection for him as if they were brothers, the boyish fun they had.
This time was like last couple of times; lying on Simon's bed, relaxed, chatting about school, the latest movie, then new game Ferguson had installed, the situation in the world, and when they were out of subjects for the moment, the silence, a hand on a hip, a sigh, stroking a pushed up front. It was school boy's play as it should be. Zippers down, flesh out, mutually feeling until their hands got wet or their taste buds were tested and the room smelled after the boy's activities.
"I like it when we do this together. I'm glad that my being a Bottom doesn't stand in the way of us anymore. This is much better than what I have to do with the others, especially now with the older guys," Simon sighed. "Some 14-year-olds have big dicks, but these older boys, man, they all are big and horny as hell, and equally rough."
"I'm glad, too," Tom replied, "it wasn't easy to work out our new relation, you know, you getting fucked all the time, and even have to fuck Dave regularly. But it's okay now. I like having our simple play. And it's important to me that you know that everything you allow me to do with you, you can do with me as well."
"Yeah, thanks, I really appreciate that. It's good to see you being back to good old Tom. I vividly remember that day when you flipped about Dave and me doing things. And what we did after that, allowing me to...eh... well..., and it's good to see you move on with your life."
"I even visited Bottoms again since then. I like Philip, or Cameron. They're older, they can make it more fun. Not just the `on all fours' position the new Bottoms usually do. And they appreciate a chat afterwards, not just the wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am-and-scram type of routine."
Simon smiled at Tom's words.
"Only Hugo, you know, he was turned last Choosing as well. He's strange."
"How so?"
"Well, I visited him a few weeks ago, it was my first time with him, and he started with asking me to sign his visitor's book. And when I looked at it, it has some kind of declaration I had to sign."
"Oh?" Simon said, playing dumb.
"If I'd signed it, I would have stated that I knew beforehand that he didn't want to be fucked, which is of course applicable for all you guys, well maybe except Lucas, but I also then would declare that I fucked him against his will. And that would be rape." Tom waited, thinking back at that awkward moment.
"So?"
"So, I didn't fuck him. I sat with him, talking about this Bottom business, what he had endured so far, how he was feeling."
"And?"
"Well, frankly, I think he has nothing to complain about, at least not compared with you. Maybe two or three boys have misbehaved, but he hadn't that much boys visiting him from the start to begin with, and with this type of threat he discouraged more boys than just me. I'm not sure if this is even allowed. I wonder what the Council will do when they find out."
"You gonna tell?"
"Of course not. I can feel for the boy, even though I think as a Mackey he should not do this," Tom said, looking at Simon, then putting a mischievous smile on his face, he added, "a true Mackey Community Bottom should just take it up the ass and don't whine about it." He quickly dived to evade Simon's lash at him, and the two frolicked noisily until Tom dropped off the bed with a loud thud. They sat on the bed again, still giggling and panting, when the door opened and Matthew peeked in.
"Everything okay? It sounded like the atomic bomb went off in here," he said, but when he saw the two sitting on the bed, breathing heavily, hair in a mess and shirts crumpled, he joked, "oh, sorry for the interruption, Simon, you can continue. I just wasn't aware that your trying to get Tom pregnant came with a bang. And open a window please, phew..."
Even though he knew Matthew was just joking, Tom colored a little. Simon grinned and rolled his eyes.
"I don't think I can get you pregnant like my brother suggested, but, I'd like to try," Simon teased Tom.
Tom looked at Simon inquisitively, and said,
"Wanna try?"
"Yes, please."
The warm feeling of Simon's greased dick against his sensitive spot was great. Tom was glad that he wasn't a Community Bottom, and until recently he had never expected to be on the receiving end of a fuck and even appreciate it, but with Simon it was great. Simon knew exactly how to make him feel good.
The first time Simon fucked him while he was on his back, it felt a bit awkward, looking his best friend in the eyes while having his dick in and out his ass. But the feeling of Simon's knob pushing against the sweet spot in him, and the tender masturbating hands on his dick gave him the best orgasm ever. The way Simon fucked him, played with his sensitive nipples, his warm hands cupping his balls, toying with them, taught him how to pleasure Simon when the roles were reversed.
When Simon cupped Tom balls and took his dickhead in his moist hand, Tom moaned,
"I can't hold it much longer," and within a few seconds he shot his load in Simon's hand, pushing wildly up, clamping his sphincter around Simon's cock deep in him, pushing him to the edge.
Simon now fucked Tom with long and steady strokes, and with a final push, thrusted deep into Tom, his pubic hair against Tom's balls, he unloaded his semen in his friend, and dropped on him, panting.
"If your seed sticks, it'll be twins," Tom joked when he felt the abundant semen drip out of his butt.
The boys cleaned up, dressed, and talked for a while. Simon brought up the situation with Wesley and Greg without disclosing their names. Tom agreed it was a sensitive issue. Simon definitely shouldn't be matchmaker maker for lost gay boys. His own life was complex enough. But, on the other hand, he understood the difficulties these boys must encounter, first dealing with feelings that were not widely accepted at best and also the loneliness they must feel, sometimes not even able to speak about that with their friends or parents.
"Maybe there is a way to get something organized so these boys could meet, without them knowing it was you or I who organized it," Tom said pensively, "although it should not just be a well-known, recognizable meeting point either, where everyone going there is known for what they're looking for."
"Yeah, we need to give it some thought," Simon pondered, "I hate to see boys struggle with this. Their life is difficult enough as it is. I wish I could help". He sighed.
Tom looked appreciatively at his best friend who was clearly struggling with his inner desire to help while he couldn't be open about what has been shared with him.
It's not easy being compassionate.
***
Next episode:
Weed and booze don't bring out the best, or do they?
Can Simon come up with a decent approach to help the gay boys?
To be continued...