Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of the West Simon A. Mackey 22
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The
Scouts White Party Camp part 4
"The last Loser is... Lane Cutler!" Several boys patted Lane on the back, happy for him not being turned.
From where he sat, Simon could look Dustin in the eyes, which were a bit red and tearful. His face had lost the usual mischievous grin and was tensed. Simon felt pity for his friend. But he knew, of all boys, Dustin would be able to bear the burden best. He was tough, and seemed to have very little shame. He'll survive.
"The following boys will be wearing Blue and will be available for oral and anal penetration for the rest of this camp: from the Bradley Troop we have Howard Miller (13) Otis Warren (13) Edward Covington (14) and Winston Fenslow (15). And from the Mackey Troop we have Ryan Mackey (13), Arthur Richter (14), Dustin Weiberg (14), Leroy Mackey (15), Harry Havers (16) and, of course, David Mackey (17)."
The 9 newly selected boys hung their heads: Blue. This campfire was clearly not the best they had in their young lives. They hardly could believe that they were now supposed to come to the front and change into their new blue briefs. And they knew that it wasn't just about changing underwear.
While the 9 unfortunate boys moved reluctantly to the stage, there was a little commotion on the bleachers and an assistant scoutmaster quickly went to see what was wrong. Amidst of several boys, Lane Cutler, the last Loser sat crying, his face against his arms on his knees, sobbing.
"What's wrong here boys?"
"It's Lane, sir," his patrol leader said," he couldn't take this stress anymore, he was so scared to be picked as Blue but when suddenly he was set free as Loser, he started crying." And under his breath, he added softly whispering to the assistant scoutmaster, `he peed his pants because of this'.
"Oh dear," he replied, and whispered with the same soft tone, "I'll distract the other boys, you take him to the tent and get him changed." He ruffled Lane's hair and he loudly asked the remaining boys to come and help him with getting some extra food and drinks to wash away the stress, giving Lane and his patrol leader a diplomatic exit.
Still shocked, Howard stared at the flames, his eyes filled with tears. He still couldn't grasp the idea that he was now a Blue boy, which meant that he was going to be fucked. The sudden change from his safe life in his Formal Relation with Hugh made him shiver. He thought he was safe from having to give blowjobs and still being 13 years old, fucking wasn't part of his life yet. When he agreed on taking part in this, he knew that things like this could happen, but that was only theoretical.
"Why didn't I realize what could happen?" he pondered: "after this camp, I won't be a virgin anymore. Maybe already this evening I won't be a virgin anymore. What will Hugh think? Will he still love me? Even when the spunk of other boys is deep inside me? Oh man, why did I say yes to all this?" He sighed deeply.
Hugh threw his arms around him and pulled him against him.
"No worries, Howard," he soothed, "I'll stay with you to make sure no one hurts you."
"Will you stay with me after this, even when I've been fucked by others?" Howard asked worriedly.
"I sure will. You're my friend, we're in a Formal Relationship, and I won't let this game stand in the way of that. I don't like the idea of it, but I'll be there for you. And I'll be a Blue boy for you, too." He smiled reassuringly at Howard and planted a loud kiss on his forehead, making a few Mackeys looking questioningly.
"Now that the selection is over and that all the appointed boys are wearing their blue briefs, let's continue with the campfire fun, shall we? There is food for those who are still hungry, some snacks too," the scoutmaster pointed at the table behind the boys, "and you can all put some clothes on. We've seen you long enough in your blue briefs for now, and we'll see more of that in the coming days, and it's getting colder."
The boys quickly threw on their clothes, glad that the ordeal of being naked other than their briefs, blue or white, was over. Several of them rushed to the table grabbing more of the delicious food, gulped some coke or lemonade and returned to their spot, while John took his guitar again, enticing the boys to sing along as they did earlier that evening.
Actually, it was a bit of an awkward atmosphere at the campfire. The assistant threw some extra logs on the fire, and John was playing his guitar and singing songs as if nothing had happened. The Mackey boys switched quite easily from the stressful selection to the leisurely hanging around a campfire. The Bradley boys clearly needed a little more time to adapt to the new situation. Randomly picking bottoms - especially 13-year-olds - was not their custom, and the obvious ease with which even most Blue Mackey boys accepted all this surprised them.
Simon looked across the fire at Dustin. He felt sorry for him, and understood the sad look in his eyes. It was hard for him to picture Dustin as a bottom boy. He was far from a submissive type and mostly focused on how he could impress the girls, dreaming about kissing them and ultimately having sex with them. Bending over for a boy, well, that was another realm for him. Except, of course, with the Community Bottoms, but they were there as a temporary substitute until he was allowed to play with a girl.
Cedric Roberts and Edward Covington sat at either side of Simon during the campfire and enjoyed the singing, the snacks and the small talk. They were very curious about living in the U.S. and wanted to know everything about it.
After the selection, once Edward had put on his blue briefs, he returned to the same place, but this time he was very quiet, staring at his feet. Ralph sat next to his brother, but when he saw Edward's worried face, he moved over to Edward's side and tapped him on the knee encouragingly.
Edward still couldn't grab the idea that he was now a bottom boy for the rest, including these American boys. He was 14, so he'd had his fair share of blowjobs and fucks, but that was in their own village, in private, and, there, he could always ask back. It was seriously different now.
Finally, Edward found the courage to ask Simon the question that was really on his mind.
"Are there any rules about how many times a White boy can ask a Blue boy?" He asked Simon timidly, "We have our edicts you know, and edict 4 states that the number of boys to service is restricted to 2 per day and even a maximum of 20% of eligible boys in the village per week. I didn't hear the scoutmaster mention anything like that."
"No, he didn't because there are no limits."
"You're joking," said Edward perplexed, "that means that I can expect 10 boys wanting to fuck me?"
"That's right," Simon said, "and to be honest, it happened."
"Good Lord!" Edward sighed. Suddenly he hated this camp, all the fun had disappeared in a wink.
Simon noticed his despair, and added, "Two days ago, Kenny was selected as a Blue boy in the morning, and at campfire time that night he had already been fucked 10 times. But when that came out, everybody understood that this wasn't right, so I think he's been fucked only twice or three times since."
"And still no formal restriction?" Cedric asked.
"Nope. The scoutmaster only had asked if we thought this was okay, and everybody knew perfectly that it was wrong, and eventually it resolved itself. I think most boys now ask first how many times a Blue has been fucked already before they mount him, just to make sure that they are in no way over the average. We had 7 Blue boys for 29 Whites, so, on average, a Blue boy will be fucked or have to give a blowjob only 4 times a day, if everyone uses their rights."
"ONLY 4 times?" squeaked Edward in disbelief, "I'm used to 2 per day as a maximum and I've reached that number only a few times a week. 4 times a day, jeez."
"Well," Simon said pensively, "that's when it's evenly spread, and everyone uses his rights. I'm not sure, but I think the numbers are lower currently. First days are always horrible, but after a while it settles down a bit. Also, not every scout wants to fuck another scout. They usually stick to the Community Bottoms. At a 7-day camp-out like this, it might be different with no Community Bottoms available, but still, there are at least 3 scouts who haven't screwed a Blue boy."
"I thought you are a Community Bottom, at least that's what I was told," Edward remarked, "why are they not coming for you then?"
"I am a Community Bottom, that's true, but I've got a special exemption during this camp," Simon said a bit happier than he had intended, "I've had so many sessions that they felt pity for me and waved aside my obligations during this camp."
"Ah, that's why you're White. And you now can use the Blue instead of you being used? How does that feel? Must be very different, being at the other end of a shagging."
"So far, I have not touched a boy that way. And I do not intend to do so for the rest of this camp either. Maybe it sounds strange to you, but for me, a week without any sex is like heaven. I haven't even jerked off since I left home." Simon felt so good telling the boys this, his happy feelings soared.
"Not even wanked once? Wow, strong character here," Cedric joked, impressed. But he understood. It must be living hell to be fucked day in and day out by so many boys without any reciprocity. After all, their own system wasn't that bad, he thought contently. Although..., the upside was, he now was allowed to fuck bottom boys from both sides, even though he's 17.
Simon looked sideways at the somber looking Edward and patted him on his arm. "Don't worry, you'll be okay. You're not a virgin anymore back there, are you? So, nothing new here. And the best news of today is Leroy, Simon smirked.
"Leroy?"
"Yeah, that's him," and he pointed at the very angry and disturbed looking boy. He inwardly had cheered when Leroy was turned. Up until Leroy picked his lousy cards, he was bragging about his score at the games, teasing poor Kenny for being Blue this camp, but now that the table was turned, he sat silent, suddenly realizing his vulnerability. Simon still remembered the harsh, crude first time when Leroy porked him last January and although he didn't want to, he sure felt some feelings of revenge. What are the odds that of all boys, Leroy was turned to be a bottom? He had noticed that the scout leaders consistently changed the teams between the games in a way that the bigger and stronger boys as well as the show-offs where winners as if competition between them was tweaked a little. It was no surprise for Simon to see that especially these show-offs gained the highest score, which came to bite them in the butt. He wondered if the scout leaders had done this deliberately, at least it appears that way. Maybe he'll ask Anthony.
"He must be upset, he doesn't look happy," Edward remarked, not feeling happy himself.
"No, he definitely isn't. He's our local bully. He behaves as the alpha male frequently using Community Bottoms, and he is rude as well, most of the time. It absolutely is a shock to him to be the bottom instead of the top. And speaking about frequently used, I think that many Mackey scouts will try his ass and let him feel that side of the action."
Cedric looked at Simon and saw his face tensing a little.
"I bet he made your life as bottom hell, didn't he? So now, you'll take revenge?"
Simon sighed. Of course he'd loved to see Leroy's face while he was pushing his dick far up his ass, making him moan in pain. But he wasn't going to. He thought about Hugo, how he was still struggling with the humiliation of being a bottom and also Dave Thompson being a bottom as a punishment. No, he wasn't going down that road.
"Nope, I won't. Sex should not have to do with revenge or punishment. We had an incident last year, and although the punishment happened, it was a close call with the opposition. Not many of us truly like to use the Bottom system as a punishment. I definitely don't."
Cedric nodded. He saw Simon's point. Clever boy, he thought. He had a different disposition than most boys his age: wise, not just feasting on emotions.
"You are the Chief's son, aren't you?" Cedric asked, looking sideways at Simon, "so eventually you'll be in charge of the Mackey?"
"Well, actually, my granddad is the `Chief' as you call it, and then my dad. Eventually I'll inherit their position, but that's not for a long time."
"Did you talk with Hugh Bradley already? He is in a similar position as you are," Cedric continued.
"I talked with him and some other scouts from your troop yesterday, but not specifically about this," Simon replied, realizing that a chat with Hugh might be a good idea.
"You should talk with him. This whole boy-on-boy thing is an institution, and one day you'll be in charge of it, and responsible. I know Hugh has some worries, and the way you talk about certain things, I sense that you have your worries too, especially now that you have experienced being a Community Bottom yourself."
"I guess you're right. I'll have a chat with him."
They sat for a while silently staring at the flames when David joined them, clearly trying to chat with Cedric one-on-one.
Simon tapped Edward on the shoulder again. "Take care. I'm going to talk with Dustin," and he moved to Dustin who looked very annoyed.
"You okay?"
"No, I'm not. You know that," Dustin snapped.
Yeah, I can understand," Simon said empathetically, paying no attention to the peevish tone, "I know exactly how you feel."
"I hate it, but it's all in the game. I know that. I can't complain either. I did 5 Blue boys already, so I have to be prepared to have at least several of the former Blue boys' dicks up my butt. Can't blame them though. At least now, you and I have something in common. Maybe I'll defeat you in being the best bottom in town. What are the scouts' mottos again? Be prepared and do your best?"
Simon grinned at his remark. That's Dustin alright. He sure will make the best of it; the poor topping boy who thinks Dustin will be submissively accepting a dick up his butt without making some remark will be in for a surprise.
"You still in abstinence mode?"
Simon raised his eyebrow. "Yes, why?"
"Shit. I'd hoped for a good friend to take my cherry. And of all people you're the one that deserves the honor."
"Ha-ha, `the honor' of having my dick in your ass?" Simon joked. But Dustin looked a bit more serious than he expected.
"Not a joke, Si. Ronny just asked if I was still a virgin. He said he was hunting for pristine asses this camp and he definitely wanted a go at mine. My virgin butt is a collector's item. God, it's so degrading."
Simon couldn't suppress a little joke, "Wait, you're still a virgin?"
Dustin looked at him perplexed, but when he saw Simon smiling broadly, he grinned along.
"Jerk."
"I've seen Ronny at work. He isn't bad."
"I prefer you being my first though. I mean, I've fucked you several times, we've been friends for ages, and it would just be the right thing to do. You and Tom did it too, didn't you?"
"I prefer not to discuss what I do and with whom as a Bottom."
"I'll take that as a yes," he said, and added mischievously, "lucky Tom, having the dick of the Second Son of the Second Son up his ass."
"You're jealous."
"So, it's true, he did," Dustin concluded, making Simon blush a little, "but to be honest, Si, yes, maybe I am a bit jealous. I've given you a blowjob once, and it felt good. Not so much the blowjob itself, but the intimacy of it and returning a favor, as a friend. And you topping me, really, it's not only hoping you will pop my cherry instead of Ronny, it's that I would love the intimacy, knowing that I'm your best friend, as much as Tom."
"It's not a competition," Simon retorted, "you're my best friend the way you are. You don't need my cock up your butt to prove that. Tom is no better friend than you are just because I fuck him. You're not a second tier friend. The fact that we are still friends after all these years, after all that's happened, that's proof. Not my dick in your ass."
Dustin sat quietly, thinking about Simon's words. He was touched. Indeed, wanting to be fucked by Simon now that he has been turned a bottom was maybe more out of jealousy at Tom than thinking about his own needs. Still, Simon as his first instead of Ronny was more than just a wild idea.
"I get it that you don't want to do it. But may I ask you to at least watch it when it happens? I doubt that Ronny has the patience to look for some privacy, so someone will witness my deflowering anyway."
Simon glanced at Dustin, not sure what to think of this demand. Knowing Dustin, his `okay' could easily trigger a teasing `I knew you're a pervert'. But he noticed the worry in his friend's eyes, something he didn't see too often with him.
"You're really dreading it, aren't you?" Simon waited a second, and continued, "I'll be there."
Dustin let out a soft sigh, relieved that his friend felt his discomfort. But he finally couldn't resist joking,
"Thanks, I desperately want you to hold my hand when Ronny sends his sperms swimming up my bowls."
"Good grief," Simon thought, rolling his eyes, but he chuckled at the idea.
With their arms full of logs, the scoutmaster and Anthony walked to the now dimly burning fire and threw some logs in, causing the fire to flare up with a huge cloud of sparks. The scoutmaster announced that it was already 10:00 pm, and that this was the last time they would poke up the fire. Around 11:00 pm everyone was expected to head to their tents and get some rest after this tiring day.
Simon saw David and Cedric getting up, picking some food from the table and disappearing in the dark in the direction of the Mackey tent, not much later followed by Ralph. He poked Dustin, nodding towards their tent, and said,
"Maybe it is a good idea to leave now too, before everyone gets to the tent. It'll give you the opportunity to have some privacy for your first uhm..., well you know what I mean."
Dustin looked at him thoughtfully. Not a bad idea indeed. He was absolutely not looking forward to being fucked, even less with scouts witnessing.
Dustin sighed, "you're right. Let's get the inevitable done," and he rose, gesturing at Ronny, and stepped back from the fire.
Ronny hurriedly moved to Dustin, looking expectantly, and when he saw the resigned expression on his face, he smiled broadly, knowing that he was to pop yet another cherry this camp: Dustin's no less.
Soft light from a few lanterns illuminated the tent when they entered. Ronny was a bit surprised when Simon had followed them, but he was okay with that.
At the back of the tent, two bodies were moving and soft moans filled the air. An English boy who Ronny didn't know yet sat next to the two, and Ronny sniggered when he detected David going down on the oldest English boy, Cedric. He thought it was a bit strange though, because David was the Blue boy, and Cedric wasn't. But he shrugged his shoulders, `whatever...'
The youngster sat mesmerized, seemingly not noticing the three Mackey boys entering the tent.
With his 14 years, Ralph was not one of the youngest boys in the Troop anymore, still, he quite often felt insecure. He was rather skinny and a bit on the small side, and although he knew that the girls thought he was a looker with his short brown hair and brown eyes, his great smile and a compact bubble butt, he was rather shy.
He had received his letter one and a half years ago, so he was initiated into the Bradley tradition and was now rather experienced. His brother Cedric had been his great helper and protector the first year, but Ceric had just turned 17 a month before his 14th birthday, so he didn't have to follow the Bradley edicts any longer.
When he saw his brother walking away from the campfire with the American boy David, he was curious. David was, like Cedric, the oldest of his Troop, but he was wearing blue briefs. He instantly suspected that now that Cedric wasn't allowed to fuck Bradley boys anymore, he maybe would seize the opportunity to romp with this Mackey guy, and he quickly followed them into the tent. Although Cedric shooed him away, he stayed, knowing that the new rules allowed him to watch, and he definitely wanted to see how Cedric would fuck this older boy.
To his astonishment, he saw his brother lowering his trousers and pants, and then bend over on his hands and knees.
This was the last thing he'd expected of his big brother. Cedric was his role model, his hero even. He was the one to teach him to give proper blowjobs when he turned 13 and got his letter. He had noticed that Cedric was sometimes a bit too eager to `train' him a little, even though he already had ample experience with many other boys. He never questioned Cedric though, it was just a matter of brotherly care, and to be honest, Cedric was really good at giving blowjobs and never asked him back even when it was in his right to do so. When he turned 14, Cedric had told him all about the ``Dos and the Don'ts`` of fucking a boy, how to make it enjoyable for both, knowing that a lousy fuck certainly would be returned in the same manner or even worse, `and you don't want that to happen', was his warning. But they'd never fucked. Cedric was 17, and not eligible for this kind of fun anymore.
But now, his big brother on his hands and knees, his bare bum in the air? He looked stupefied at Cedric, not knowing what to say, not knowing what to think of this. He just sat there, open-mouthed. Cedric, half-heartedly, had said that they were doing this reciprocally, but something in the way he'd said it, the way he'd acted, made him wonder, not taking his words for granted. Was it...? No, it can't be, can it?
David had lowered his shorts and his blue briefs, taking them off and tossed them aside. He softly patted the white buns before him and he took the clothes from Cedric's ankles and threw them towards his clothes.
All the time, Cedric looked down, carefully not to look at his little brother. Why didn't he leave? Unfortunately, he knew he couldn't make Ralph leave. Those were the Mackey rules and he obviously wanted to stay. But he didn't want to have his little brother witnessing this. He had been looking forward to having a fun time with David before the other boys would go to their tents, but that was being ruined now. He knew that Ralph would realize that voluntarily making a fuck reciprocal was at least something questionable, if not suspicious, especially when he was the first to bend over, for a Blue boy no less.
In trance, Ralph saw David coating his dick and his brother's bum hole with Vaseline and moving towards the white cheeks, aiming his stiff rod at his target. He'd never seen someone being fucked, and it was shocking that the first time he would witness it, his own big brother would be the willing bottom. David pushed his cock into the greasy cleft, making Cedric moan softly, and finally Cedric looked sideways. Ralph saw the mixed expression on his brother's face, looking horny in anticipation of the dick entering him, and at the same time a pleading look in his eyes as if to say, `please, don't think less of me now, please...'
He saw his brother flinch a little when David pushed on, entering the warm depth of the body in front of him. He knew Cedric has been fucked before. In Bradley, every boy after his 14th birthday was, but why did he let David fuck him while he wasn't even a bottom, a Blue boy? But his amazement slowly disappeared when he saw how David fucked Cedric in a soft, almost caressing way. And it sunk in when he heard David say,
"Is this okay for you? You like it this way, or should I go harder for you?"
Cedric whispered back, puffing between each inward thrust, "...No..., you're ...doing it...great...oohh...you feel ...so nice..."
This was no ordinary fuck. This was lovemaking. He suddenly understood. Cedric must love it to take it up the bum.
He just sat there, silently looking at the two rutting boys, without noticing the three Mackey boys entering the tent.
On another front, not paying attention to the other boys, Ronny quickly shed his clothes, kicking them aside, and watched Dustin almost hesitatingly pulling off his clothes. When he stood in front of Ronny, clad in only his new blue briefs, Dustin hung his head. All these times horsing around with Community Bottoms, fucking Dave who wasn't even a Community Bottom, watching other boys fucking a Bottom, he never had any abashment. But now, here, seconds away from his own deflowering, with Simon watching, he suddenly felt ashamed.
Ronny saw Dustin's dithering. He understood. Being suddenly turned into a bottom for all other scouts including the foreigners, while you are always the topping boy, it must be hard. But he had something else that was hard. And it was pointing right up now, waiting to open yet another never explored boy opening. He stepped towards Dustin and hooked both his hands on either side of Dustin's hips, behind the elastic of the blue briefs and pushed the fabric down, exposing the still flaccid dick of the 14-year-old.
Dustin knew his time had come, and he turned, bending over for Ronny, down on his knees, resting on his elbows making his ass stand out for the taking.
And taking his ass was all Ronny had in mind. After greasing Dustin, probing his fingers in the warm hole to slather it with Vaseline and stretching it for the smooth reception of its first dick, Ronny lined up, pushing his warm red knob against the little pucker.
Simon smiled reassuringly at his friend, and reached out, taking Dustin's hand, squeezing him softly as to say, `you can do it."
Ronny pushed in, carefully not to hurt the boy below him, yet purposefully enough to penetrate him to the deepest in one fluid movement.
"Ahhww..." Dustin whimpered with the intrusion of his most intimate part and tears sprang from his eyes at the sting of his sphincter which was suddenly forced to open from the wrong side.
He looked at Simon, nodding: he was no longer a virgin.
Simon watched Dustin's face contort in a mixture of physical pain and shame at the intrusion of the horny boy's hard cock. He stroked Dustin's hand and whispered `from now on, it will only get better...'
And it got better, indeed. Ronny was not fucking him roughly, although after a while his horniness began to take the overhand, making Dustin grunt and puff louder each time he thrusts himself deep back into this tight and until recently virgin ass.
Dustin now felt the cock shoving in and out and back again, like so many Bottoms had felt his dick in them. He even felt a nice feeling when Ronny's dick touched the tender spot inside him, making him moan a little in pleasure.
At the sounds behind him, Ralph now turned and looked, noticing the three boys at the other side of the tent, two engaged in an intimate mating, one boy sitting aside, watching, just as the three of them were.
He saw from the look of David's face that it wouldn't be long before his seed would flow. He also noticed that, although his brother's dick was still flaccid or maybe a little inflated but definitely not boned, there was a steady dripping of clear fluid from the slit of Cedric's dickhead that was poking out a little from the foreskin. Cedric must love it indeed, and when David finally pushed in as deep as he could, Cedric grunted with him at the reception of the warm seed deep in his rectum.
David paused a minute, waiting for his now quickly deflating dick to flip out of the warm hole where it was kept all these minutes, and when he had regained his breath, he tenderly kissed Cedric on the neck and lowered himself next to him on a sleeping bag.
"Your turn," he whispered at Cedric.
When Cedric got up, he winked at his little brother as if to say, ` ...told you so, just reciprocity...', but he saw the knowing look in Ralph's eyes and he realized that there was no fooling his little brother anymore. He would talk to him later. He hoped Ralph would still accept him as his big brother, his idol.
Ralph watched his brother scooping behind David and noticed that his dick had come to life in seconds. He watched amazed at his brother's hands touching the soft buns of the American scout, taking the cheeks apart, slowly and tenderly greasing the cleft and the little brown pucker, pushing a finger slowly in.
It was a sight to behold when his big brother's dick presented itself at the opening, pushing a little and then popping right in making both boys taking in a sharp breath. David had been tender all along, but Cedric, he was not fucking a boy, he was making love to him, nibbling David's neck, stroking his sides and then leaning on top of him, his warm chest on the strong back of the boy below him.
Ralph was touched. He now understood why Cedric had never been angry when he was asked to bend over, why he had helped him so many times, even when it wasn't really necessary. Most boys in Bradley had been angry about the edicts at one time or another. Cedric had never been. He now saw before his own eyes why.
He scooped up, closer to the two boys, halfway behind David and his brother. From less than two feet, he watched the big rod moving in and out the anal ring, with little, slow motions, the scrotum slowly dangling with each movement. He reached out, his hand hesitantly touching his brother's ball sack, making him shiver and moan. He stroked it, moved his hands up, towards the recently invaded cleft from which some semen was dripping, semen from the boy who was now on his knees to receive his portion. He smeared the wetness over his brothers' balls, tenderly touching the shaft when it had moved out of the warm and dark tunnel, waiting for it to be pushed back in. He went lower, his wet hands over David's balls, coating it with his own seed, seed that just minutes ago had left these very balls to embark on a pointless journey into the boy's arse, never able to find an egg to impregnate.
He gripped the root of his brother's penis and felt the hardness covered with the soft and warm skin, and he stroked it from the moist leaking hole to the balls and back. Cedric moaned. This was too much. Ralph knew what was to come next. He felt the root contract, pulse and Cedric stiffen up, his cock embedded as deep as he could in the Blue boy's arse.
He knew every pulse was a load of his brother's semen, every throb was filling David with the fertile fluid. Finally, Cedric collapsed heavily panting on top of David, pushing his lips into his neck; Ralph smiled and stroked his perspiring back, and with his free hand he rearranged his own raging boner.
Ronny smiled when he heard the lascivious sounds from the other side of the tent. Twice already, first when David mounted the English boy, then David receiving the English seed in his ass. Like Simon watched him fuck his best friend, he saw the little brother witness his big brother being plugged, and subsequently fuck the Mackey Bottom.
In reality, Ronny had never thought
that he had a thing for voyeurism, but these onlookers made him horny as hell,
and his grunting and moaning loudly announced that his orgasm was there.
Simon recognized these sounds, and he knew that within seconds Dustin's deflowering would be crowned with a lot of semen, sperms swimming up a route just like the fresh bottom had sent his own seeds many times.
Dustin knew what the grunts meant. He closed his eyes. This is it: Fucked and filled with semen. He tried to tune it away, but at the same time, as he felt the hotness squirt into the depth of his ass, he felt Simon's warm, soft hand stroking his arm, taking his fisted hand, opening it and entangling his fingers.
Even through the orgasmic cloud that blurred his sight, Ronny noticed the tender gesture. He smiled warmly at Simon and rested awhile, until he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Ehm...excuse me," Ralph said timidly, "are you finished?"
Simon, Ronny and Dustin looked in wonder at the British boy in his white briefs, sporting a serious boner.
"Is it okay if I...ehm..." And he nodded at Dustin who just came up on his knees.
Ronny raised his eyebrows and hesitated a moment, but said, "Yeah, I'm done, he's all yours," and he picked up his clothes and moved away, leaving his space to Ralph.
This can't be happening, Dustin thought, another one wanting to fuck me, right now? Is he kidding me? And he turned to the boy.
"You're not going to fuck me, are you?" He looked at the boy with an expression on his face to tell him off, but he knew, he couldn't refuse.
"Well, I thought, you are wearing blue, and I'm a bit horny, so..." Ralph tried.
"Oh man, please give me a break! I've just been fucked for the first time in my life, and it is still sore back there."
He looked hopefully at Ralph, but he saw the boy wasn't budging.
"You okay with a nice blowjob? Might be more fun for you than sloshing around in my filled ass," Dustin tried again.
Ralph was about to say that he preferred a sloppy second over a blowjob when from the other side of the tent Cedric said growling in a tone that was unmistakable, " RALPH !..."
"Ehm, okay, a blowjob is fine then."
When the campfire died out, the boys returned to their tents. The scoutmaster had told them to clean up quickly and go to sleep, but all the jars of Vaseline that they had placed on the table near the food and drinks were gone, and the leaders knew that sleeping wouldn't be on the boys' minds for the next few hours. They didn't plan on checking on the boys and making them go to sleep, just having a glance to see if they were kind to each other. They'd planned to sleep in tomorrow anyway.
Some of the English boys were definitely in for some fun with the newly selected bottoms, but they weren't accustomed to playing around in public, and they felt rather self-conscious. Maybe having fun with boys that they didn't know that well would make it a bit easier to get accustomed to this new situation, so, with that in mind, it didn't take long for Neil Austin (15) and Glenn Gilbey(14) to leave their tent in their Whites and hurry to the Mackey tent.
Unlike the relative calmness in the British tent, Neil and Glenn were welcomed with laughter, pillows flying and boys in white and blue briefs running around. The tent was twice as big as theirs was, but there were also twice as many boys, and that showed. As soon as they entered, they were invited to join the fun, and to their astonishment, they saw that 5 of the 6 Mackey bottoms were already engaged in lascivious activities. Not used to being spectators when a boy was being fucked in public while other boys frolicked around them, they gasped for breath, but quickly sat down, eager to watch.
In the British tent, Winston had locked himself firmly in his sleeping bag, the zipper fiendishly zipped up all the way, making clear that although he was a Blue boy now, fucking wasn't on his agenda. He was frustrated and angry. How could this happen? This wasn't fair. They had said that Winners would receive a price, but being Blue was not a price for winning, he considered it as a punishment for a Loser. He shouldn't be Blue, He shouldn't be fucked without reciprocity. These stupid American rules! God, he hated this.
Otis and Edward looked at each other, not knowing what to do next. They lay in their sleeping bags, bare chests sticking out, waiting for the things to come. At 14, Edward had his experience with fucking and being fucked and he wasn't that worried, but Otis was only 13, and under the Bradley edicts, blowjobs were the only actions allowed. But now they had to follow the Mackey rules. And these were quite basic: when you're Blue, you simply have to give blowjobs or be fucked on request: period. No limits, and no privacy; anybody who wanted could watch, no protection from their edicts.
Otis eyes crossed James Thornton`s. His heart skipped a beat. He knew that look: a horny look, a predatory look that clearly showed that he was a prey. At home, James could only ask him for a blowjob, but here he was a Blue boy, a bottom boy. When James started to crawl towards him, he knew what was coming and he desperately looked at Edward, hoping against better knowledge that he might stand up for him.
"I've always wanted to shag a nice, tight 13-year-old," James said, his voice hoarse with lust. Otis panicked. James was already 15, and he had given him a blowjob before. He was one of the biggest down there. And now he was going to shove it up his virgin hole. There was nothing he could do to prevent this from happening, he couldn't even ask him back.
The other boys watched intently while James moved to Otis and opened his sleeping bag and looked greedily at the lean boy in his new blue briefs.
"Maybe you suck me first, to get me ready for the feast," he jeered. He made them switch places and he lay on his back, arms under his head, his boner pushing the fabric of his white briefs up in anticipation.
Otis swallowed. He had been sucking dicks for a while now, but never had it been while other boys were watching. He took a deep breath and he hooked the fingers of both hands under the elastic of the briefs and pulled them down, over James' knees, all the way down to his feet, where James kicked them off.
He peeked around, noticing that all the boys in the tent were now sitting up or on their elbows, watching what was going to happen. Even Hugh and Howard, who had been lying close together, Hugh to give Howard some comfort at this stressful time, had turned their way to have a look.
He tried to stop thinking and he just went for it. He placed his soft hands on the warm belly and moved them slowly downward, one hand playing with the big dark pubic bush, the other moving on, down between the slightly spread legs, barely touching the wrinkled scrotum, making James moan, and then up, to the base of the pulsing rod.
"Oohww..." James moaned when Otis took his dick and stroked it a few times, pulling the foreskin slowly down, revealing the swollen purple head, already wet with precum.
From his half-closed eyes, James noticed the downward motion and he suddenly felt the warm mouth of the young teenager on his sensitive knob, bobbing up and down while the boy's hand was stoking his shaft.
"Ohhww...man..., wow..." he whimpered in lust, "please..., Otis..., careful... you'll make me cum..."
Otis let the warm cock slip out of his mouth and halted his movements on the wet pole.
"Pheww, that was close," James sighed, "you did a great job there, but maybe you should take it slow, because if I spunk now in your mouth, shagging you afterwards will take much longer. And although I love to shove it up your nice arse, I don't want to hurt you. It'll be your first time, won't it?"
Otis nodded. He wasn't looking forward to have this monster poking his bum, but he was relieved that James, horny as he was, still had the courtesy to care for his feelings.
Brixton McCovey was stroking his dick through his white briefs. At first, he thought this whole White Party thing with the Americans was rubbish. Wearing white briefs instead of his plaid boxers was weird, but now, seeing all the boys wearing these tight blue or white briefs, and having this special feeling of the new soft fabric against his bulging erection, and especially watching the voluptuous scene enfolding before his eyes, had made him extreme randy. He was now stroking his dick fiercely over the textile.
He first glanced at Edward who looked back with his desperately pleading puppy-dog eyes, mouthing soundlessly `please, no`, and then looked at Winston, who was staring mesmerized at the two rutting boys, still all wrapped up in his zipped up sleeping bag. Only the covered movements under the cloth at the level of his crotch betrayed that he was secretly excited by watching James burying his dick deep in Otis's virgin bottom.
At 16, Brixton was a full year older than Winston, but he hesitated. He had made Winston blow him, and when the boy turned 14, he'd even shagged him a couple of times, but Winston was one of those blokes that had a knack for repaying in a way that you'd think twice before asking him to bend over. Yes, he couldn't refuse, but then he always asked back, and made sure that his turn as a top was far from a pleasant experience, simply to get the message across: `don't fuck me, or else...' And that `else' was Winston's older brother who was his own age but twice as strong as he was.
Winston was quickly a no-no, and Edward was clearly too scared of him, so that left only Howard as Blue. But he was in a Formal Relation with Hugh Bradley, the grandson of the Village Chief. He was also only 13, a bit small and overwhelmingly nice, too nice to be fucked by a boy 3 years older. No, not Howard either: too many red flags.
Edward clearly didn't want to be fucked, but he was 14, so he was not a virgin anymore. Brixton was still thinking about having a go at Edward or maybe going over to the Yanks, when the tent flaps opened and two Mackey boys, Keith Richter and Corey Mackey, wearing only their white briefs entered, stumbling over the first boy blocking the entrance.
"Hi guys," Keith blurted while entering the tent, "all our Blue boys are busy at the moment, so we were thinking, maybe we'd have some luck here." He looked around, and said to Corey, pointing at James who just was ready for his final thrust in Otis's ass,
"Only one busy, so there are three other Blue boys available," he laughed.
"I see the Blue boys are hiding," Keith remarked, looking around and noticing only Otis on his knees, impaled by James making it obvious that he was a Blue boy. "Come on, where are the other 3?
Reluctantly Edward pulled his sleeping bag open to show his blue briefs, as did Howard anxiously.
"Great!" Keith grinned, "It looks like fresh meat in there! But I thought there was this other boy, who couldn't stop bragging about how good he was, and who had the audacity to come watching our David getting plowed this afternoon."
The silence was suddenly deafening, even James and Otis stopped their huffing and puffing.
"Ah, there you are," Keith said pointing at Winston who still hadn't opened his sleeping bag. "Come, show what you've got!" he dared him at a tone that sounded more like an order than a dare. Winston hesitatingly opened his bag and with a face reddening in shame and anger, he reluctantly showed his blue briefs.
"How old are you?" Keith asked.
"15," Winston replied meekly.
"Great, I'm 16, so you'll be mine. I guess you are 13 or 14?" he went on, turning towards Edward and Howard. They shyly nodded.
"Good, good, I'll take him," he said, pointing at Winston, "and Corey, you can ask one of the other two. They're more your age."
Winston looked daggers at him, but that didn't have the least effect on his will to fuck him, Keith just grinned. He was here to top a boy, getting his rocks off. He had no clue about Winston's reputation, and frankly, he didn't care.
Winston soon realized that this boy wouldn't bow over his intimidation. He will be gone after this camp, and during this camp, under the Mackey rules, he couldn't ask him back, so why should he bother? He knew it was his turn to bend over.
Corey stepped towards Howard and checked him out as if he was a farmer checking cattle before buying. He turned and looked at Edward, who clearly was a bit more mature than the trembling boy at his feet was. He knelt down between Howard and Hugh, and said,
"Hi, I'm Corey Mackey, and I'm here to...ehm...well... you know," and he stuck out his hand to Howard who, almost paralyzed with fear, took the hand and shook it.
"I'm Howard Miller," he squeaked.
Corey noticed the unrest amongst the British boys in the tent. It must be the new situation where a bigger American scout shows up to use a younger British scout that makes the boys a bit uneasy, he thought.
Howard was small indeed, maybe only 13, but he was Blue, and he was one of these Bradley boys. He knew they didn't have this system of designated Bottoms, they were all available for each other, unlike their own system where only the Community Bottoms could be bent over.
"I guess you know what's next?" he asked while he tried to reach for a jar of Vaseline standing behind the boy on the sleeping bag beside them. Howard nodded, opening his mouth, but no words came out. Corey noticed the worried look in the boy's eyes.
"You scared?" he asked, "I thought you all participated in this? I'd guessed that you were more experienced than our new Blue boys, who are, sorry, were, still virgins back there."
"He is 13," Hugh said with a tremble in his voice, "and at 13, we only have to give and take blowjobs. Anal action is not allowed for us until 14."
"Cool," Corey said, "I get to pop a cherry. This camp is getting better and better every minute!"
Howard was at the brink of crying. This boy was going to deflower him, here, with all the other scouts present, even worse, with his lover sitting next to him. This shouldn't be happening. Hugh should be his first. Hugh should be his only. They were even in a Formal Relation. He looked with his teary eyes at Hugh.
"Corey?" a timid voice behind him squeaked. He turned, and saw Edward looking at him with pleading eyes.
"Please take me. Not him."
Corey was stunned. This boy was offering himself, to protect his fellow scout?
"Why?"
"Howard is only 13, and has never been bummed. And he is in a Formal Relation with Hugh. So, I think it is Hugh's prerogative to be the first boy to use his arse."
James stopped his hammering at Otis's butt. It was already difficult to have sex while boys were looking, and the disruption by these two American scouts didn't do his concentration any good. When he started, he was so horny that even Otis's warm mouth on his dick could make him blow his load, but with all this talking going on, he had some difficulty to reach his orgasm. Hearing Edward offering himself for Howard made him stop instantly and he turned to look at him, his dick slipping from the greased ass.
"Please?" Edward pleaded softly.
"Well, I'll do you too, if you insist, but I plug him first," Corey replied without showing too much empathy, "I prefer popping a cherry, but doing a second right away after that would be great."
Keith was flabbergasted at the blunt remark. He knew that Corey had the right to take Howard's virginity, so there was not much he could do, but when his eyes crossed Corey's, he raised his eyebrows, then frowned. He tilted his head a bit and with his hands slightly raised, he mouthed soundlessly `... what the f**..., can't you see...? `
Corey did see.
He was not mean. A jerk at times, absolutely, being blunt was his trademark, but he was not mean. Maybe these English boys are not used to their American directness. He definitely didn't want to make enemies, at least not this first night.
"Just kidding'," he said mischievously, "I'm here to have some fun, not to hurt anyone," and turning to Edward, "I bet your ass is trained for this more than Howard's?"
Keith rolled his eyes, but nodded approvingly at Corey. Edward at his turn sighed. He had saved Howard, but was now in for a treat himself, this time without the possibility to ask back.
Howard's head spun. One moment he was a target for a horny American scout with his dick already pointing at him, eager to take his virginity and the next moment Edward was on his knees, his new blue briefs around his ankles, his arse poking up, ready to receive a load that was intended for him. A grateful feeling washed over him. He would pay Edward back, for sure.
Keith grinned. At first he was a bit surprised at Corey's remark, but he couldn't imagine he really meant that, and now he was aiming at Edward's soft white bum, he knew Corey was okay.
He turned to Winston who hadn't moved all this time.
"Let's get ready, I'm in the mood more than ever," and he took the Vaseline and coated his dick. Winston got up, defeated. He knew he'd better cooperate than protest, better not mess with this Yank. He bitterly turned, dropped his blue briefs, and got on his knees. He shivered when he felt Keith putting the cold jelly in his crack, pushing a greasy finger and two knuckles deep through his little brown pucker, making him squirm.
"You like that, huh?" Keith teased the bully who was now submissively on his knees.
By the look on the British faces, he knew that they all appreciated the fact that he took that boy a peg down for once. He realized that there was something between these boys and Winston. They were in a different position than he was, they had to live with him, he would just wave him goodbye in a couple of days and never see him again. He knew that bottoming with the Mackeys was for play, not for punishment or revenge, and their scoutmaster had told them that it was the same for the English boys. However, their faces showed some satisfaction that came close to revenge. But he was just horny, he wanted to top a boy. No revenge, just the lovely warm feeling around his dick, the little squeezing of a stimulated sphincter on his cock, the lustful view of his penis moving in and out between soft buns.
He positioned himself behind Winston, aiming his dick at the well-coated cleft. He smiled inwardly when he noticed that all the English boys were watching expectantly, even Otis and Edward with their butt stuffed. He wasn't too much into this voyeurism usually. He was not shy or overly modest; it just didn't turn him on that much. But now, with these foreigners, after a stressful evening of selection where he had been at risk as well, he lingered over the moment, placing his dick against the brown pucker, making Winston moan a little in anticipation.
None of the on-looking boys moved when he pushed, slowly increasing the pressure against the warm butt hole until it gave way, and his dickhead popped in, making Winston take a sharp inward breath in pain.
He was in. The familiar warmth of a boy's hole engulfed his dick and he pushed carefully on until his whole cock was buried in the boy's ass.
As if that was the signal, Corey and James picked up their plowing.
This time, James was aroused to no extent, his dick deep in Otis's warm bowls, watching Winston submissively accepting a dick in his arse and Edward now on his back, legs up over the shoulders of that mischievous American boy, moaning when his dick moved in and out the tender hole.
"Ohhggmmm..." James grunted when he pushed his cock one more time deep in Otis's anal canal and felt the streams of cum shooting out into the dark depths of the no longer virgin boy.
Exhausted, he let himself fall down next to Otis, who remained at his knees, not knowing what to do next, still speechless after his first, and surely not last fuck of his life.
Gregory Wilmington rose up after James got off Otis. He had witnessed all this sex around him. He was no stranger to sex: giving and receiving blowjobs, fucking and being fucked was the common thing amongst the boys in Bradley, but everybody watching it all happen? A 13-year-old being shagged by a 15-year-old? After such a stressful day? He was randy as hell.
James turned on his side, picked up a towel, ready to wipe his cum and the grease off Otis's bum, when Gregory interrupted,
"Please let it. I'll clean him up after I've added my sperms."
James looked surprised at him but was still too far in his post-orgasmic bliss to care, and handed him the towel mechanically. Otis was shocked. Wait, What? Greg is going to fuck him as well? Right now? Just a minute after James had shot his load in him?
"Please lie on your back," Greg said in a friendly tone, "I want to try a sloppy second. And on your back, so I can see your face, and I can play with your cock."
Otis obediently turned on his back, and before he found the words to utter a protest, Gregory took his legs, pulled them up high, lifting the boy's sweet, recently violated bum, and pointed his dick at the moist entrance.
"I'll be careful, Otis, don't you worry," he soothed when he saw the panicky look in Otis's eyes, "I'll make you cum as well, if you like. I'll wank you, or if you prefer, I'll suck you and let you spunk in my mouth: your choice."
Otis was so overrun by this, that he couldn't find words before he felt the 14-year-old dick slipping effortlessly through his greased, already well-stretched sphincter, into the sloppy depths of his anal canal.
He couldn't believe this. He had his 13th birthday just 3 months ago, and the letter said that until he was 14, he only had to suck dicks. And yet? Yet he had two cocks in his arse already: one had deposited a big load, the second one was on its way to add an additional substantial flush of cum. This couldn't be happening! But it didn't hurt, at least the second cock entered without any problem. Lying on his back, watching the ecstatic face of the boy who was balls deep in him felt even good, much more intimate than being plugged from behind. And that cockhead stroking against a sensitive spot in him, that felt good, no it felt great. Even his dick started to stretch without being touched, the little head poking out of its skin.
Gregory smiled at the boy below him. This was his favorite position, and he felt proud to see that he made Otis stiff without even touching his cock. He knew about the sensitive spot all boys had, and he had learned that it could give great pleasure, even to the point that they spontaneously shot their spunk.
His older brother had told him that his initial resistance and disgust when he had received the letter at his 13th birthday would fade eventually, and that he'd better learn to be good at cock-sucking and fucking, to make it a pleasant experience instead of an unavoidable burden. He was right. Where other boys complained about poor experiences, he never had a problem. Every boy just came to enjoy and was happy to return the favor. At first, he was afraid that he might be a homo, why else was he making that much effort? Some boys actually did ask him precisely that. But although he enjoyed the boy on boy sex, his dreams were always with the girls he liked, even now, having his dick deep in his fellow scout Otis, ready to shoot his load, he was thinking about how it would feel in a fanny.
But Otis didn't know that. All he knew was that he was being fucked by another scout, a boy from his patrol no less, and that it felt pleasant. Also that he was about to cum without being touched, with the promise of a blowjob as a back-up plan, in case the hands-free cum didn't materialize.
"I'm cumming..., Otis, ...here it comes..." Gregory moaned, his eyes closed in bliss of the approaching orgasm, and just seconds later, he pushed his cock further into the boy, and Otis felt the hard dick coming to a halt deep in him, expanding and twitching, squirting its precious seed.
Greg let Otis's legs drop down on either side of him and he leaned forward, resting his warm body on the boy below him. Still panting, he thanked him, and gave him a tender nibble in his neck. He remained for a minute on top and then let his dick slip out the now very wet anus.
He looked at Otis's tummy and noticed the puddle of precum that his fucking had caused. He grinned and got to Otis's side and without waiting, he took the stiff rod in his mouth, playing with his tongue over the hood, pressing the foreskin with his lips down over the bulbous head, making Otis moan loudly.
"That good, huh?"
Greg took the penis as deep as he could in his mouth, almost gagging when the top reached his throat. He sniffed the scent of the recently fucked boy, musky but still a bit boyish and he fondled the balls in the wrinkled scrotum, making Otis squirm even more.
He licked along the shaft, all the way down to the base, brushing his lips through the light brown bush that curled up against the rigid pole. His hand moved between the buttocks, and he felt the wetness in the cleft.
"That's a lot of babies swimming there," he joked, and with his fingers, he took some of the wetness and smeared it all over the ball sack and the purple head. Otis was clearly enjoying this wetness, so Greg repeated it, now adding some saliva to the semen.
"That's two portions of spunk, let's see if you can add a third to it," he joked as he placed his lips back on the head, taking it in slowly while he fondled the slippery balls.
"Ummphh..." was the only sound Otis made before he shot his load into Greg's mouth, five, six blobs of thick cum.
Neil and Glenn enjoyed the fun in the Mackey tent. They felt welcome after being received with an avalanche of pillows when they entered. It was fun sitting there, talking about whatever came across their minds while just a couple of feet away horny boys were topping the newly selected Blue boys. Clearly, the Mackey boys were used to having sex in public, unlike the Bradley boys. For them it was even a punishable act, so everything was kept in private. This was more like an orgy, although the majority of the boys just chatted and wanted to know all about living in Europe as they compared their day-to-day life, discovering that although the school systems might be different, the teachers and the pupils weren't so much. All the strange habits, the nice teachers versus the strict ones, the school bullies, they had more in common than they originally thought.
Simon was most interested in the academic system. He had heard about Oxford and Cambridge, and although it wouldn't be for years, he was already thinking about going to a university and England sounded attractive.
While Tobias was the second boy that mounted poor Dustin, and Darrell Mackey was lying on his back enjoying David's mouth on his dick, Cedric and his brother joined his English fellow scouts sitting near Simon. He really liked Simon and appreciated the chat they had at the campfire, and was happy to share everything he knew, with a little exaggeration now and then to paint English life maybe a bit better then it in reality was.
Simon hung at Cedric's lips when he talked about life in the U.K. At school they had learned some things about the United Kingdom, the usual general stuff, like the old kings and the actual queen, the British Empire that was now deteriorating after the burden of the Second World War and the rebelling countries it occupied, and, of course, `the Boston Tea Party'. But how their school system worked, what their favorite sports were, it was all new to him.
With his 17 years, Cedric was the oldest of the British scouts, and he had an air of authority around him that nobody challenged and Simon silently pictured him as his role model, a wise, quite, smart man, very worldly, with broad interests. At his turn, Simon impressed Cedric, who also realized that Simon was in a comparable position as young Hugh Bradley was. He didn't envy him, even less when he learned that Simon was chosen as a Community Bottom for all Mackey boys. He was happy to hear that Simon had this unique exemption during this camp.
"But is it true that you have to service every boy up to 21?" he asked in unbelief.
"Yep," Simon answered, looking a bit sad at being reminded of his nearby fate.
"That sucks," Cedric said, missing his own pun, and looked pensively, "but on the other hand, I just turned 17, and I'm no longer allowed to have a go at our boys anymore while I'm still horny. I sometimes wished I still could."
"Well, I guess you're lucky then, because, at this camp, you follow our rules, so pick one!" Rodney Weiberg chimed in, waving his arm around as if he was showing all the flowers in the field.
Cedric blushed. Of course he'd thought of that, but being a guest, he wasn't going to push for this. Besides, he already had been lucky with David. He noticed that Glenn, in the meantime, had moved towards two boys who were obviously in the last stage before reaching their orgasm, and was sitting ready to replace the top once he was finished. Neil Austin followed Rodney's gesture, hoping he would be lucky to find a free Blue boy.
Rodney grinned at the shyness of the British boy and turned around to have a look at what was going on behind him. All Blue boys were busy, but he saw his first cousin Scott Weiberg burying his dick in the unexperienced ass of Harry Mackey, and he blared,
"Hey cousin, any chance that you allow our guest here to test an all American ass?"
Scott looked up, rolling his eyes. Of course, he didn't want to leave Harry's warm ass before he had shot his load, but he knew that it would be impolite to a visitor to not make place for him, so with a sigh he complied,
"But when you're done, I'll finish right after," he warned and made place for Neil who now had colored a deeper shade of red than he ever had before.
"Well, here you go!" cheered Rodney, winking at Scott to thank him.
Harry just let things come as they did. He was shocked at first when he was turned. He'd never thought about himself as a Blue boy. But to be honest, he had played a little when he was 13 and 14 with his closest friend, and he knew that when done carefully, it wasn't that bad. An attitude could be more hurtful than a dick up your ass, he thought. However, exchanging fucks with a close friend was not the same as being shared amongst your fellow scouts as a fuck toy. Anyway, he resigned himself to his fate, and waited for Neil to mount him.
Finally, when the Mackey boys left, peace had returned to the tent, and the British boys, tired from this day's events and the nerve-breaking selection, lay in their sleeping bags. Some were softly talking, Edward was reading a comic book in the shine of his flashlight to get the recent events off his mind, Cedric lay with his arms under his head, thinking about the good time he had with David. They were both 17, enjoying their last summer camp with the scouts, and both enjoyed the relief they gave each other, albeit a Blue obligation for David and a desire from him. And he had to talk with his little brother who had watched it all happen. His true feelings weren't a secret for him anymore.
"I want you to do it now," Howard whispered, "it will happen anyway, and I want you be my first, not some horny Yank ripping me open."
Hugh silently opened his sleeping bag and crawled towards Howard.
"You got the Vaseline?"
"I just greased it."
Howard turned to his side, pushed his new blue briefs down, revealed his soft white buns to Hugh who scooped behind him, his dick ready in anticipation of the delicious journey it was bound to make down the cheeks, into the valley and through the hidden opening.
Hugh nuzzled his boyfriend tenderly and placed a kiss at his shoulder. He loved lying against Howard's warm body as they had done so many times before. But this time would be different. This time his body will not just rest against his boyfriend's body, but part of it will travel further, into the ultimate private depths, to enrich him with his semen.
In the dim light of Edward's flashlight, the scouts who weren't already asleep glanced in the direction of the two lovers. They were okay with Howard being selected as a Blue boy despite the fact that he was in a Formal Relation, but they also deemed it right giving them their little moment of private happiness together before the mob started testing Howard's soft bum.
"Hmmm...," moaned Hugh softly, "so warm..."
Howard grunted a little. It didn't hurt, but he definitely felt the sting when Hugh finally pushed through the anal muscle. "Please hold on a moment," he whispered.
"Did I hurt you?" Hugh asked concerned.
"No, I'm not hurting, but I need to get accustomed a bit."
Hugh waited a minute before he pushed further, carefully shoving his whole rod into his lover's anal canal until his pubes brushed the white buns before him.
"I'm in," he sighed, a little harder than he intended as he started fucking him gently, making him softly moan when his dick touched the sensitive spot.
"Poofters!" an angry Winston growled when he heard the two lovers engaging in a voluptuous rutting. After Keith had plugged him well, he had dug himself deep in his sleeping bag again, facing away from the boys, deeply humiliated.
Hugh halted his moves, hurt by the sudden insult. Since they were in a Formal Relation, they knew that some people had their prejudice and judgements about that, but they never addressed that directly to them.
"You got a problem, Fenslow?" Cedric shouted as he shot up from his sleeping bag and moved menacingly towards Winston in a flash.
"You'd better watch your mouth. If you ever call someone poofter, or faggot or any other insulting name, I'll make sure that everyone in town, boys and girls alike, know what your assignment was here and how you enjoyed it. Speaking of enjoying boys' bums, I'm not the only one who has noticed that you're one of the most frequent users of available arses. That makes us think too." He waited a moment for Winston's reaction, but Winston didn't make a reply, just looked shocked and unsettled at the unexpected outburst and the threat.
"Just to make sure you know your future: in 5 months, I'll be 18 and I've already been asked to be on the Village Circle. Trust me, any misstep, and I'll be more than happy to remember this and hand out a Strong or Severe punishment for the slightest misstep. Your last year will be miserable."
When Cedric finished, it was completely silent in the tent, apart from a softly snoring Otis.
"Carry on, you two," Cedric braking the silence after a minute and making the two boys blush deeply.
Ralph smiled proudly at his big brother: he had stood up against that homophobic wanker. Ralph still couldn't process what he'd witnessed today, but even though his brother seemed to be a friend of Dorothy's, he still loved him and was proud of him.
The disruption had caused Hugh's cock, still embedded in Howard's warm interior, to deflate a little but not enough to prevent him from picking up again the rhythm of their first fuck. This time, with this strong support from Cedric, they felt free to enjoy their intimacy without paying attention to the lustful noises they made.
Howard groaned softly when the warm cock of his friend touched the sensitive knob. He shivered at the feeling of Hugh's warm body against his back, their bare legs touching. At first he didn't like the idea that everyone could witness their first lovemaking, but now he was too far gone to care. This felt good.
Hugh scooped further against Howards, pushing his dick deeper in until his belly pressed against the warm globes. He pulled Howard harder against him and with the little space that rested between them, he rabbit-fucked his boyfriend with small thrusts, culminating in a deep grunt when he shot his semen deep in his lover.
Exhausted, Hugh rested against Howard's back and sniffed his lover's neck tenderly, placing little kisses until his deflated cock flopped out of the warm hole.
They remained awhile without moving until Hugh turned on his back and Howard followed. They looked each other in the eyes and Howard leaned over to Hugh and said, "Thanks, this was great. I can't wait until we turn 14."
"I'm not waiting until I'm 14, Howard," Hugh replied, "Before this camp is over, before we're back in Bradley, I want you in me."
Howard just smiled and nodded in agreement.
Still showing some unnecessary modesty, the boys quickly pulled their briefs up and lay back on their sleeping bags when Hugh had let his now deflating dick flop out of the warm interior. Hugh laid back, enjoying his post fuck high, Howard moved a bit uneasy, feeling Hugh's semen dripping out his freshly used hole.
"It's leaking in my pants," he whispered, "need to clean up a little."
Hugh raised himself and reached his hand out, "turn to your side, please."
Howard turned, facing away. He shivered when he felt Hugh's hand stroking his bum, pushing his hand deeper into the cleft, rubbing up and down. The soft fabric of the blue briefs absorbed the wetness and his rubbing cleaned the excess of the Vaseline.
"There you go," he whispered with a grin, "just let it, it'll make a nice stain in your blue pants. Be proud of it, it'll show everyone that you've been taken and I will be walking proudly next to you."
***
Hugo was lying on his bed, trembling, barely able to breathe.
After he had done the chores that his mom had assigned him, he went back outside to pick up his bag with the plans he was working on. But the bag was gone! He knew for sure that he left it under the stairs of the veranda. His bike was still there, but the bag was gone.
Someone must have snatched it, but who? His throat was constricted as if he was being strangled, and a great fear came over him. What if his parents had discovered it? What are they going to do? Hand him over to the sheriff? Or the Council, the Board even? But if they had discovered his bag, they had started whipping his ass by now. And his mom was still her friendly self, so it must be someone else. But who?
That night he skipped dinner, telling his mom that he felt sick. He was sick indeed, sick of fear.
Jason Weiberg mused about the letter he found in the pocket of his jacket this afternoon. With less than three weeks to go, his dad had told him some highlights of the Choosing, that it was some kind of a rite of passage for all the Mackey boys, and indeed that there was some sexual part to it as well. But he had made it sound as part of the game, boys into puberty and all. He made it sound like boys who were curious, often playing with each other, which was true. When he was 11, he had compared his development in the dick department with Ben and Ricky and they had tried masturbation to no avail at the time. So, nothing to be worried about. But `boy whores'? He didn't dare to ask his dad, as the letter suggested. Maybe he could ask his older cousin Josh Weiberg, he thought.
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Next episode:
What will Simon say when Tom tells him what he found?
White or Blue, the scouts enjoy the camp
What will happen with Hugo?
To be continued...