Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of the West – Simon A. Mackey 20
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This is my follow-up on the tales of the Mackey clan as created by Jonas Henley and extended by Charles Well, Nick ea. Please have a look at the introduction for reference.
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The Scouts White Party Camp – part 2
Simon got up and looked at him. "You mean, I get to break you in?"
"Yeah," Nick whispered. He was nervous.
Simon knew Nick was a boisterous boy, always in for a joke. He'd never seen him so timid before.
"Ronny just asked if he could fuck me. I know that Ronny is telling stories about how he plowed Bottoms, and we all know he's not the most sensitive boy around here. I've never been fucked, so having him as my first isn't something I'd prefer."
"Aah, don't worry! He's been up my butt several times, he'll know exactly what to do," Simon tried to comfort Nick against better knowledge. Ronny usually was indeed a bit rough, not mean, but not tender either.
"Yeah, I get that. But the point is, I promised you would be the one to pop my cherry."
"Well, thanks for the honor. But to be honest, I'd rather not."
"Why not?" Nick asked surprised.
"I'm White now. For the first time in nearly a year, I can decide whether I want sex or not. You have no idea how good that feels."
"You mean, you don't want to have sex? You're not gonna fuck the Blue boys?"
"Yep. That's what I'm planning to do," Simon said.
He sighed. Ooh, refusing sex, that felt good. Who would have thought that a healthy young boy preferred not to have sex? Yeah, for now, it felt really good.
Nick looked puzzled, a bit desperate even. He stared at Simon, the classmate he had fucked several times, when he was the Bottom who entertained his friends at his own birthday party. He realized by the happy look in Simon's eyes that he really was relieved not to be the Bottom for once. He also realized how much he was abused and, that now, his time had come to be on the receiving end.
"OK, I get it," he said not able to hide his disappointment, "I was just hoping you would do it. I know you're really experienced, and you're a nice guy. And to be honest, I'm afraid that Ronny gets to rip my ass open. The thought of it makes me really scared."
He looked helpless. Simon almost felt sorry for him. He'd never expected that this popular boy would come to him, a younger Mackey Bottom, to ask him to pop his cherry. But, however tempting it is to have the honor to break in a boy on his own request, Simon still preferred the luxury of refusing sex.
"I understand, Nick," Simon said compassionately, "but I really prefer not to. These are maybe my only White days until I'm turning 17."
Nick nodded. He understood.
"What about Kevin?" Simon suggested. "Kevin was Blue last year, so he knows that side of the experience. Maybe he could do you for the first time. He knows how it feels when you get a dick pushed in for the first time, so he would be careful not to hurt you as much."
Nick's eyes lit up. "You're right, maybe I should ask him. But, isn't it unfair to Ronny?"
"How so?"
"Well, I refused Ronny with the excuse that I'd already made a promise to you. So, I can't just go to Kevin instead."
"Ah, yeah, you're right." Simon pondered. This was clearly a no-go area in Mackey etiquette.
Maybe Nick should have this discussion with Ronny and share his concerns. It might even be a lesson for Ronny to be a bit less rough when fucking boys. It could even benefit him, Simon thought, when his White days are over and Ronny most certainly would bend him over once again.
"I think you'd best go to Ronny and tell him my decision. Just tell him that you're worried that he might hurt you. I believe that you both can work out a way to have fun together without one hurting the other."
Nick let out a big sigh: "I guess you're right. I have to take this like a man," he said and added with a smirk: "take a man in my butt, that is."
Nick walked to Ronny, but before he could discuss his concerns, the bell for lunch rang.
"Eh, Ronny," Nick said, "you asked to do me, remember, and I told you I'd promised Simon first. But Simon just told me, he wouldn't do it,...eh...so...eh..., I think, well..."
"Simon wouldn't pop your cherry?" Ronny asked surprised.
"Yeah. He said it's his privilege to have no sex, wearing white."
"Well, OK, so now you'd let me break you in?"
"I guess. Maybe it sounds weird, but ...eh..., you know..., I'm a bit scared. Would it hurt?"
Ronny looked at Nick pensively. He didn't expect this from him. He was always the popular, somewhat rambunctious kid, afraid of nothing.
"I'll be careful. Don't you worry."
The bell for lunch rang, and while the boys strolled to the lunch table where all scout were gathering, Ronny looked greedily at the nice round buns clad in tight blue briefs, buns he was going to spread open with his dick after lunch. The thought that he was going to take Nick's virginity right after lunch made him hard.
Assistant Scoutmaster Aaron saw Kenny approaching and he smirked when he saw him limping a bit, "looks like someone already got fucked today," he said with a giggle.
Kenny reddened a little and shrugged his shoulders, and took his place. Simon noticed Kenny's discomfort sitting on the wooden bench, and he knew from his own experiences that Kenny must already have had it up there even more than once. And that was even before lunchtime.
The afternoon was filled with the usual Scouts activities. They exercised their skills in reading maps, working with the compass, tying knots, working on their merit badges. David enjoyed being the most experienced scout, and was more than happy to assist the leaders as if he was already one of them. Being a Blue boy now wasn't that bad: the scoutmaster had told him that 6 days of being Blue here at camp would count as the full-community service that he was supposed to fulfill for becoming an Eagle Scout, so there was an upside for him in it as well.
When the scoutmaster gathered the boys to play a game of dodgeball, he noticed some boys were missing. Obviously, some Blue boys were kept busy with a different game for the moment.
Nick and Ronny were two of the boys skipping dodgeball.
In the sleeping tent, a nervous-looking Nick was bent over on knees and elbows, his butt up in the air, while Ronny greased him up.
Ronny smiled reassuringly as to say not to worry and he softly pushed his dick against the virgin entrance. During lunch, his dick had stayed hard, and he was now more than ready to break in the new Blue boy, precum dripping from the slit in anticipation of the things to come. He slid his cock up and down the slippery cleft a few times, enjoying the warm feeling, and then aimed at the little brown ring and pressed.
Nick yelped when Ronny pushed through his anal ring, and shoved his dick in carefully, stopping at intervals to let Nick adjust to the intrusion.
"You okay?" Ronny asked when Nick let out a sharp groan of pain when his dickhead passed the muscle.
"It hurts," Nick whimpered, "please, hold on a minute."
Ronny waited for a while, stroking the soft buns and slowly started to make minuscule movements in order to let Nick be acquainted with the rod in his ass while himself enjoying the smooth warmth of the entrance.
Nick relaxed from the hands tenderly stroking his buns and after the initial sting, the pain had worn off a bit, and the feeling of a dick moving in and out his ass felt strange but OK. It didn't hurt as much as he was afraid of, and Ronny clearly did his best to be gentle breaking in the virgin ass.
Nick pressed his face into the pillow as if he could escape the humiliating situation, but when he heard the rustling of two boys entering the tent, he looked up, and to his embarrassment, he saw Darrell and Mike going to their bags to get something. He saw the grimaces on their faces when they looked at the erotic scene and he quickly pushed his face back into the pillow. During that time, Ronny was moving his dick in and out Nick's ass as if there were no spectators! On the plus side, by now, Nick had become accustomed to the warm piece of flesh moving almost tenderly in his interior. It even started to feel good.
But when Ronny neared his climax, his fucking instincts took over and he started pounding away in Nick's butt. Luckily, it took only a minute or so before he unloaded his balls deep in Nick's warm interior with an ecstatic groan.
With a well-meant `thank you' Ronny moved off Nick's back, wiped himself with the nearest t-shirt he saw and put his whites back on.
Nick dropped down on his sleeping bag, his bare butt up, processing what had just happened. He was a Blue boy now. He had been fucked. He had felt Ronny's dick opening him up. Ronny's semen was dribbling from his ass. It was the first time in his life. He also took in that it wouldn't be his last time.
He got up and when he heard boys entering the tent, he quickly pulled his blue briefs up. It was Jared, followed by a dim-looking Kenny. When he walked out, Nick noticed stains on the seat of Kenny's blue briefs that covered the attractive round bubble butt that stood out nicely from his boyish muscular body.
***
Hugo put his bike against the wall of the shed behind Oliver Mackey's house.
He'd decided to pay his second cousin a visit to hear some news about the Choosing. He knew that Oliver's younger brother Darrell was away at the scout camp, so he now dared to pay Oliver a visit. If Darrell had been at home, he would never have gone there, knowing that Darrell would bend him over instantly. He hated him. He was one of the boys who refused to sign his notebook, instead he had returned several times just to annoy him. And fuck him.
Oliver was a friendly guy though. It was clear that he knew about Hugo's reluctance to accept his Bottom position, and he tried to put him at ease. But Hugo was blinded by his abhorrence of being a Community Bottom and had only one objective. He wanted to know as much as possible to see how he could sabotage this whole Bottom thing as revenge and to help prevent other boys from suffering the same fate.
When he left, he was not much wiser. Oliver had only mentioned that the tradition wouldn't be changed, but maybe the way they organize the Choosing might change a little, mainly because last year there were so many boys attending that they had to make a few last-minute adjustments. He also learned that any change of rules had to go through the Council, so it was not in his position to change much.
Hugo felt restless, frustrated. He wanted to do something, but had no idea what and how, and visiting Oliver was just on impulse, without an objective. He should have known that it wouldn't change anything, but his anger had kept him from thinking clearly. If the organization of the event wasn't the key for change, maybe he could trigger a revolt of some kind. He decided to talk with Jordan: that strong-willed kid might be up for some raising hell, he thought.
***
After dinner, the boys played some games in the woods until they were called for the campfire.
Traditionally, the campfire is the time of day at camp to start relaxing after playing in the open air all day, telling stories, making jokes, roasting marshmallows. There was always a guitar at hand, and before long, they were singing songs, the typical scout songs, as well as some recent hits from the radio.
Simon enjoyed the campfire as in the good old days. But even now he tensed up a little when a boy walked by, but it was only to get his marshmallow, not to tap Simon on the shoulder to indicate he was up for being plugged.
The boys were happily chatting and laughing, but Kenny sat quiet, staring in the flames. Boys were teasing David, the oldest Blue boy, playfully asking if he'd already been fucked and if he'd enjoyed it. But David played along and dodged the question by telling them that he'd outsourced his Blue activities to a more experienced boy, looking at his friend Kevin with a devilish grin.
"Oh man, you shouldn't have said that," Kevin pushed back playfully, much to the enjoyment of the boys, "you'll regret this! After lights out, you'll be mine, at both ends!"
David laughed with the crowd, but the other Blue boys only smiled weakly. Kenny just sat and stared at the flames.
Anthony, the youngest assistant scoutmaster noticed and thought it might be good to test if everything was OK with the new Blue boys.
"So, David, looks like you're booked for tonight," he joked, "but seriously guys, I hope you behaved yourselves this first day?"
He looked around to see the reactions. Some White boys giggled and looked mischievously, others only elaborated about the normal boyish things they did.
He turned to Carter raising his eyebrows, to provoke a reaction. Carter wasn't sure how to react and looked at his friend Henry for support.
"It wasn't too bad today," confessed Henry, "I had a fun day, the only downside was I had to drop on my knees to taste a dick a few times." A few boys snickered, but Henry continued a little softer, "I also had to drop my blue briefs a few times when I was fucked, twice. That was no fun."
"Me too," Ryan chipped in, "just once, but I had to give two blowjobs also".
Nick just nodded silently when he was asked if he had been used. He'd only been fucked by Ronny, and he still couldn't fully accept the idea that a boy had been rummaging in his ass. Worse, there was more intrusion to come.
The other Blue boys, except Elliot, were also not really happy with the position they were in, but it seems nothing bad had happened. Only Jerry and David had not yet been fucked today, but they knew that it was only a matter of time before their turn came.
In the friendly atmosphere of boys among boys round a campfire, the Blue boys talked about their experiences, and shared lightheartedly how they felt about being fucked this first day. Elliot seemed to enjoy his new position. He almost was happy to have lost his virginity and he vividly related how Tobias opened his ass for the first time just before the campfire started, making Tobias blush a little, and the other boys chuckled. Only Kenny kept quiet.
"Hey Kenny," Anthony asked, "what about you?"
Kenny shrugged, and whispered, "I've been fucked, too."
Anthony saw tears coming up in the boy's eyes. Hmm, not good, he thought. Kenny was supposed to be tough: he had said himself he would take this as a Mackey when he was turned this morning. But what now? Tears?
"How many times?" Anthony asked.
Kenny choked, and gestured, "you ask them," pointing at the boys around the campfire.
All boys went quiet.
"Who of you did Kenny today?" Anthony asked, already fearing that the answer wouldn't please him, judging Kenny's face and the evasive looks from the boys around the fire.
Hesitantly five, six, eight hands went up. Anthony groaned inwardly. Indeed, not good. Anthony exchanged looks with the scoutmaster. Something should be done. Since it was only the first day, this much fucking of one boy should not become a trend.
Simon looked at Kenny. He knew, if it wasn't for this unique exemption, he would've been in Kenny's place. And eight would be a number on the safe side. But he was the lucky one, and he knew it.
"Boys," began the scoutmaster, "by the sound of it, you've been busy today. Not only with scout things, that is. You remember, I told you this morning that having Blue boys available is a privilege not to be abused. I heard some Blue boys were up for it only once or not even that, some up to three times. But eight? You should consider that - as far as I know of course – all our Blue boys were virgins when we started this morning, so having your cherry popped can be an impressive experience."
Several boys around the campfire looked down, ashamed when they realized how they had taken advantage of Kenny.
"We have 7 Blue boys for 28 Whites. That's even less than one-on-four", he went on, "so, 8 going down on 1 boy? Why?" Tears rolled down Kenny's face.
The scouts were shuffling uneasily on the benches. They couldn't explain themselves.
Kenny was a nice boy. A bit rough, the hillbilly type of Mackey. But everyone liked him, boys and girls alike. He was always good fun, as well as serious in business. He has some comforting vibe with him, even sensual. It was like he had some musky smell on him that unconsciously attracts people. He has a very nice attractive bubble butt, which is a valued asset in Mackey land, and a risk when you're a Blue boy.
"Well, I think I've made my point," the scoutmaster said, "I leave it to your good judgment to sort out a better and balanced way to enjoy the Blue boys, but know that I will step in if needed and you won't like it."
The boys nodded in understanding, and several mumbled a `sorry' to Kenny, and after a while they started chatting and laughing around the fire again.
Slowly the fire died out, and the boys were sent to the sleeping tent. They did a little cleanup, brushed their teeth, and got ready to crawl into their sleeping bags. Lights stayed on for about half an hour and the traditional first night pillow fight was inevitable.
When Anthony and John came for inspection and ordering the boys to their sleeping bags, they protested, but a good ten minutes later, the boys were lying in their sleeping bags and the lights were switched off.
"Goodnight, guys, sleep well," John said, but he knew what was going to happen the moment he turned and walked away. It would take a while before the boys would actually fall asleep.
As soon as the lights went out and John and Anthony were gone, the first rustle of sleeping bags started and boys were crawling all over the place.
At first, there was some giggling and wrestling in the dark, but when Ronny switched on his flashlight to find his target for tonight, he saw that Jake already had made Elliott take off his blue briefs and had him on his belly, ready for action. Ronny smiled and went on to Jerry.
"Hi Jerry," he said, "I'm ready for it, you too?"
Jerry sighed. So far, nobody had asked him today, but he knew, it was going to happen. He nodded.
"I've never done this," Jerry whispered, "please be careful, would you?"
"Great," Ronny thought, "the second cherry I get to pop today". He smiled at Jerry, who looked a bit nervous.
"I'll be careful," Ronny replied reassuringly, "you're not the first virgin I break in. I'll go slow and careful."
And while Ronny carefully prepared Jerry's hole with Vaseline and took his time to slowly enter the fine round ass, a few sleeping bags further, Jake unloaded with a grunt in Elliott's butt.
That night the seven Blue boys were busy giving blowjobs or taking it up the ass. David was still the only Blue boy with a virgin ass, but he turned out to be a master in blowjobs, so nobody cared.
In just over an hour, twenty-seven White boys, and 5 of the Blue were satisfied and got rid of their hormonal tensions and had let their cum flow.
One boy was just relaxing on his sleeping bag, arms under his head, not caring about the voluptuous sounds around him: Simon in his white briefs, displaying a very, very happy boy.
***
The next day was warm, almost 88 °F and the hike that morning had been fun, but exhausting.
They had their lunch during the hike, and when the scouts returned at the campsite, it was already near 3pm. It was a bit too warm for activities, and the scoutmaster decided to give them some free time to dip in the pond or take a cold shower to cool down a bit and rest in the tent, or work on the merit badges.
David was among the fifteen boys lying on their sleeping bags after a cold shower. He stared lazily at the ridge of the tent, arms under his head, wearing only his blue briefs. So far, only a few boys – and somewhat hesitantly – asked him for a blowjob. Being the oldest boy, he initially was afraid he would be the ultimate attraction, but maybe they were a bit scared to ask for more, he thought.
A few sleeping bags next to him, Henry was giving head to Nathan, the unstoppable horn dog. Other boys were just looking, lying on their sleeping bags in their white or blue briefs, reading a comic book, or even sleeping. It was quiet, apart from Henry's slurping sounds, later followed by the groaning from Nathan when he reached his peak and shot his semen into the boy's mouth.
The boys dropped on their backs, Nathan with his white briefs still around his ankles, and Henry wiping his mouth and swallowing the last drops of cum.
In the corner of his eyes, David saw Ian Mackey, at barely 13, the youngest scout this camp, looking at him. When their eyes crossed, Ian shyly looked down, but then regained his courage and moved towards David.
"Hi," Ian said softly, clearly not knowing how to start, "is it OK if I, eh..., you know..."
"You want a blow job?"
"Well, I had one from Nick last night," Ian answered with a hushed voice, "I've not fucked a Blue so far, so I thought..."
David rolled his eyes. This is it! He briefly thought about bluffing the young boy out of this, but he knew it was going to happen sooner or later anyway.
He turned on his side and looked at Ian, who had an undeniable erection tenting his tight white briefs.
"You're ready for it, I see," David said grinning, pointing at the evidence.
Ian grimaced and moved closer to David, not exactly sure how to proceed. He glanced at the big bulge in David's blue briefs, noticing a small trail of black hairs from the waistband up to the belly button, and he realized how much older and bigger the boy was. He waited, uncertain what to do next, until David raised his butt and pushed his briefs down. Freed from the warm briefs, his exposed dick inflated a little. Ian looked at it in awe.
"Like what you see?" joked David, now completely surrendering to the idea that he had to get naked for this kid, and have him in his virgin butt in a few minutes' time.
Ian giggled.
"May I touch it?"
David chuckled at the unnecessary question. This boy is going to fuck him, why should he ask politely if it is OK to touch his dick? It is cute, though.
He smiled at Ian and nodded.
As if he was going to touch a newborn puppy, Ian reached out carefully and stroked David's now rapidly stiffening member. David shuddered at the gentle touch by the boy who was now playing with his dark pubic hair above his penis and on his thighs.
"Your legs are hairy too," he softly stated while he musingly caressed David's calves, "nice."
Ian lifted David's balls with his left hand to play with them. David moaned softly at the gentle touch and his dick went up in almost one move. Ian grabbed the now fully erect dick with his right hand. His hand was almost too small to get his small fingers around it. He jerked softly up and down the warm shaft making it leak some pre-cum at the tip.
"It's big," he whispered, impressed.
"Yours is not that small, either," David complemented him, "come here, let's compare."
Ian hooked his thumbs below the waistband of his white briefs and lowered them in one move. His boy dick sprang to attention as a foal leaving the barn for the first time.
David made Ian lay down next to him, dick against dick. 7" and barely 5" makes a difference, and it showed.
They lingered a while in the warm feeling of their bodies touching. David lowered his hand and let his fingers softly wander through the light patch of hair at the base of the young boy's dick. Ian sighed when David stroked his cock and played with his small, still hairless balls.
"David?" Ian asked almost apologetically, "what if I had been selected Blue, would you have fucked me? I mean, you're so big, that thing would never fit in me."
David smiled and let his nose touch Ian's nose, as an Inuit greeting.
"I'd love to, but no, if it's hurting a boy, I would never fuck him."
Some other scouts sat up to watch, and looked quietly at the tender scene.
They realized that the oldest scout was soon to be deflowered by the youngest. They didn't want to miss that. Nathan quickly pulled his white briefs back on, rushed outside, and signaled the scouts outside to come and look.
"What's up?" assistant scoutmaster Anthony asked.
"Ian is gonna fuck David!" he almost shouted, excited, "The Tenderfoot is going to pop the Eagle Scout's cherry!" and he rushed back to the tent, followed by several scouts.
And so it happened that David turned around and put his butt up a bit by pushing a pillow under his belly, and young Ian Mackey mounted him.
It was a beautiful, serene sight to behold. About twenty-five scouts resting on their sleeping bags, Blues and Whites, were quietly looking at the kid humping David's back, while Anthony and the scoutmaster were peaking in from the door opening. There was almost no sound other than the slapping of the bodies against each other and the soft groans.
David never had anything up his ass except his own finger for trying how it feels, and the inquisitive and probing fingers at the Choosing, years ago.
He was glad he wasn't chosen as Bottom: he definitely wasn't a bottom, but he knew that he was at risk every time he attended a White party at the scouts. And he always had been lucky, until yesterday. Giving head was not bad – he had done that twice before, a couple of years ago with his closest friend, but being a bottom, that was something different.
He felt the little rod moving rapidly up and down his anus, sometimes flipping out and quickly pushing back in, stretching his sphincter suddenly. It didn't feel that bad, but then he realized that this was probably the smallest dick available. He knew his friend Kevin was much bigger. And as he had used Kevin last year when he was turned Blue, he knew that Kevin was going to fuck him in return this year. But little Ian, well that was just cute, although he would have rather not have that embarrassing bunch of witnesses enjoying the sight.
Ian pushed his little cock deep into the warm tunnel and with a high-pitched grunt, he unloaded whatever semen was in him and fell down exhausted next to David who waited for a moment until he felt some cum dripping from his butt, and then he turned to look at Ian.
Facing the boy, David realized that this kid had just deflowered him, with almost all scouts, and the scoutmaster and Anthony watching. This was weird he thought, but without a moment of hesitation, he smiled at the kid and hugged him.
"Thanks for being my first," David whispered and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. Ian smiled shyly and whispered back, "thank you, it was great."
The scouts who'd enjoyed the voluptuous sight silently laid back on their sleeping bags, many of them with a boner pushing their briefs. It was too warm, so since they were too tired to do something about it, they just carried on doing nothing.
Outside the tent, the Scoutmaster and Anthony noticed the effect the scene had on them and peaked at each other's crotches. Anthony looked up in the lusty eyes of the scoutmaster, and he knew what was to come. Once a Bottom, always a Bottom.
***
After a few laid-back hours filled with resting and working on their merit badges, the scouts cooked their food for dinner with their own patrol. Even though the food wasn't the quality they're used to at home, they had fun cooking over an open fire, roasting sausages.
At the campfire, the atmosphere was relaxed. Yesterday, there was some newness to the situation as the new Blue boys had gone through their first experiences, but now it seemed that everyone had adjusted to the new order of things.
John played his guitar and one of the boys played the tambourine while the scouts had fun singing songs ranging from the latest hits, golden oldies and the inevitable `Kumbaya', `Boom Chicka Boom' and `Do Your Ears Hang Low', ending with the vulgar version `Do Your Balls Hang Low'.
Unlike the previous campfire, Kenny was now a happy camper: yesterday he was fucked eight times, but after the reprimand at yesterday's campfire, everyone left him alone, except for two blowjobs, one of which was even reciprocal.
Halfway the campfire, the scoutmaster came with a message that left a few boys puzzled.
"Tomorrow there will be a U.K. scout's troop from the little village of Bradley visiting us for a couple of days. They'll arrive in the morning," he announced. "There are 17 scouts in the same age range as you, 13 to 17. They went to a jamboree and walked a part of the Appalachian Trail earlier this week, and they are now traveling to the Mackey lands."
There was a little excitement. Foreign boy scouts visiting? That should be fun.
"Chief Thomas Alan has arranged for this," continued the scoutmaster, explaining that Thomas Alan knew the Bradley clan from his days in U.K. during the 2nd World War.
"But why do these English boys come all the way to Mackey-land, you might wonder? Well, they're normal scouts, but Thomas Alan had learned years ago that all boys living in Bradley have a tradition about the same as we Mackey have: boys bottoming for boys."
Simon nodded affirmatively. His granddad had told him and Tom last summer about the English boys, and he knew that his granddad and dad had tried to arrange their visit.
"For those who ever wondered if we are the only ones on the planet with such a tradition, we are not. Their rules are a bit different from ours, but it basically has the same background and the same purpose. You'll learn about that tomorrow in more details when you can ask the boys themselves and share your ways with them. Usually you are not allowed to share the Mackey rules with non-Mackeys, but the Bradley boys are an exception to that. We'll also have to adjust our White Party rules and their rules a little bit to accommodate these boys: you'll learn about that tomorrow as well. But for now, the current rules still apply.
"Aah...," came a little joke from Jerry who moved his hand to his butt for a cartoonish demonstration of his Blue burden.
At the end of the campfire, against his better judgment, the scoutmaster said, "Don't make it too late tonight boys, because tomorrow will be a busy day, and quite warm too. So, save your energy."
Indeed, several boys were asleep the moment their heads touched their pillows, completely exhausted from today's activities. But several other boys were not ready for sleep yet: their hormonal urges needed to be taken care of, and the Blue boys were soon busy.
While Nick was on his knees, bending over Darrell's crotch, bobbing up and down his boner, making him moan in ecstasy, he felt hands softly touching his butt cheeks through the fabric of his blue briefs. He wriggled a little, trying to signal that he was still busy, but the hands stayed at his butt, one hand even moving a bit down, between his legs where his balls were kept in the tight pouch. It felt weird, his mouth on the velvet dickhead, tasting the precum of the horny boy below him, and at the same time being distracted by tender hands feeling him up. Giving a blowjob had made his dick stiffen only a little, but this touching was something else, and within seconds, he had a raging boner, pushing the fabric up obscenely.
The hand was touching his balls and now the other hand moved up to the waist band, pulling it slowly down, taking the briefs off, exposing his naked white buns and letting his straining boner spring free.
He wondered who was touching him and with his mouth still over Darrell's cock, he tried to look behind him, but in the dim light, he couldn't see who it was.
The two soft, warm hands stroked him caringly for a while, until one hand disappeared for a moment, to return with a clod of cold Vaseline. While it was a sexy feeling, a hand greasing his sensitive muscle hidden deep in the cleft made him shiver when the greasy finger entered him and he knew right then that it wouldn't stay at stroking with hands only.
It felt good and humiliating at the same time: the delicious touching of his sensitive erogenous area done so tenderly by a mysterious boy while at the same time knowing that this boy will mount him in a couple of seconds and will push his dick into his ass and fuck him here, amidst all his fellow scouts, at the same time he was working on Darrell's dick which would soon shoot its semen into his mouth.
It was only when he heard the boy behind him moan in pleasure after he had finally pushed his dick deep in him that he recognized the groan from Dustin. He was a bit surprised, as he didn't expect Dustin to be that gentle. Dustin was more like he was himself, a bit rambunctious, somewhat noisy kid not exceeding in politeness. But Dustin did a good job, making him feel much better than he had ever expected a fuck could feel. This afternoon, Ronny's fuck wasn't painful or very unpleasant, but the way Dustin was playing with his ass, stroking his sides and his back, was starting to feel good: he was even getting horny himself.
"Ooh..., mmnnghhh...," Darrell groaned, announcing his orgasm, and he stiffened, pushed his pelvis a bit up, making Nick gag, and shot his semen into the warm mouth on his dick.
Nick almost choked from the sudden thrust followed by the volleys of spunk, and although he tried to swallow, the majority of the white gooey dripped from his mouth on the black hairs at the base of Darrell's cock.
"Oh man, that was great," Darrell sighed, "thank you."
Nick didn't know what to say back, the polite `my pleasure' was on his lips, but didn't seem appropriate, so he mumbled something unintelligible between the slaps from the body behind him, now pounding him vigorously.
"Nick?" Dustin asked softly, "you want to cum as well?"
Nick felt a hand moving down from his hip, slowly crawling towards his belly, stroking his pubic hairs, and then gripping his raging boner.
Without waiting for Nick's answer, Dustin pushed Nick over to his side, letting his dick flip out of the warm ass, and made him lie on his back. Like a consummate fucker, he pulled Nick's legs up and before Nick knew it, Dustin had pushed his erection back into the warm depths in one smooth motion, making him moan in pleasure. The feeling of Dustin's dick moving deep in him made him shiver. He suddenly remembered about the sensitive spot. He knew that touching that spot made a bottom feel good and he had tried that with the Community Bottoms. But this time he was the bottom and he was now experiencing that feeling himself. It aroused him, and when Dustin's warm hand cupped his balls and played with them while at the same time inside his anal canal the warm dickhead stroked his prostate, he felt his orgasm coming. Then, as soon as Dustin's other hand gripped his hard shaft and stroked it, gently smearing the precum over the sensitive head of his cock, it became too much. With a loud groan, he surrendered to his orgasm. The first jet of semen landed near his head on his pillow and the second, on his throat. While Dustin started frantically thrusting his dick in the Blue's ass, Nick added more semen to the small puddle on his belly, filling his belly button with fertile goo.
Suddenly Dustin stopped his wild thrusts and pushed his dick in as far as he could, grunting deeply, and with two slow strokes deep in Nick's bowls, he ejaculated, pushed his warm body on the boy below him, and stayed there until his deflating cock slipped out of the moist and greasy tunnel.
Exhausted, Dustin dropped down next to Nick, breathing heavily.
"Thanks," Nick said timidly.
"No, thank you," replied Dustin, "you were great." He felt proud that he made a bottom cum.
Nick sighed. He was confused. He'd never expected that being a bottom could be this fun. The boys who fucked him so far were quite nice and careful, and after a little initial pain and feeling humiliated, it started to feel okay, good even. When Ronny had fucked him for the first time and had deposited his semen deep in him and then retracted, he had felt strangely empty and abandoned, as if he missed the feeling of a dick in him, as if he wanted that dick back in and to stay there, fucking him. What was that supposed to mean? He wasn't a true bottom, or was he?
He thought back at the many times he had fucked a Community Bottom and he wondered if he had been that careful. He knew he wasn't violent or hurting them, but he certainly wasn't kind to them like Ronny and Dustin had been to him. He'd just fucked these boys, not helping them cum, like Dustin did.
He pondered for a while, ignoring the sounds from naked flesh slapping, the soft moans from scouts reaching their orgasm, the scent of rutting boys filling the air, and he drifted off into a deep and happy sleep.
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Next episode:
The Bradley scouts arrive
What does Jordan discover?
How do the scout leaders make the Bradley scouts fit in the White Party rules?
To be continued...