Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of the West – Simon A. Mackey 24
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Scouts White Party Camp – part 6
When Tom returned to the office, out of breath from speed cycling, he noticed that there were cars on the parking lot that weren't there when he left. He stormed into Thomas Alan's office, again ignoring Mrs. Richter's protests from behind her desk, and, once inside, it was clear that Thomas Alan had alarmed the Council and the Board.
Tom gulped. This was going in the wrong direction, he feared. He hadn't thoroughly considered the possibility that Thomas Alan would ask the Council or the Board to join. Frankly, this whole action was a bit impulsive.
He suddenly understood why Simon had very clear ideas about what he wanted to change, but had not been that eager to rush into action. Simon's diplomatic skills would have come in handy here, but he had to manage this without him now.
Tom looked around the room at the men who regarded him with stern looks.
While he stepped forward to Thomas Alan to hand him the bag, he noticed that Hugo sat staring as if he had already heard his death sentence.
Thomas Alan took the bag and emptied it on his desk, and stated matter-of-factly, "while you were away I called the Council and the Board to discuss the points you brought up." He quickly browsed through the papers and continued, "Steve and I also had a good conversation with Hugo," leaving open whether a good conversation meant just good or a euphemism for a harsh verbal interrogation. The look on Hugo's face suggested that it hasn't been a pleasant conversation.
Silently, Thomas Alan browsed through the papers, unfolding the map, reading the notes on his desk.
"So, are these the records you kept of the boys who made use of your services as a Community Bottom?" Thomas asked Hugo, holding the sheet up.
Hugo nodded.
"And this is your ranking of these boys, right?" He held up another paper.
Again, Hugo just nodded, and cringed in fear of what was to come.
Thomas Alan picked up the notes so neatly typed on the white paper and read them. Speechless he lowered the papers and looked at Hugo.
"You wrote this?"
Hugo just closed his eyes.
Thomas Alan handed one of the notes to Richard who quickly glanced at it, passed it to the other men, and then looked back at his father, waiting to see what he was going to do next. This was serious, much worse than the list of boys.
"Did you give someone a note like this?"
Hugo nodded.
He expected that he would be shot any moment now. He had spilled Mackey secrets. He could lie, but he realized that the note he had put in the jacket would appear before the Council eventually. Lying or being honest, it didn't matter to him anymore.
"You gave it to somebody? To whom?" Thomas Alan asked again, trying not to raise his voice.
"I put it in somebody's jacket," Hugo whispered almost inaudibly.
"Whose jacket?"
"I don't remember. I think it was of one of the 12-year-olds in the Tavern."
Thomas Alan sighed. He looked around at the other men, and then turned to Tom and Hugo.
"Would you wait outside, please, I think we have something to discuss here," and he opened the door of his office and gestured Mrs. Richter,
"Annabel, would you get these boys
something to drink and keep them here until I call them back in?"
The boys sat silently on the couch, holding their drinks Mrs. Richter offered them and waited for what was coming to them.
Many minutes passed by, painfully slowly, and Tom was almost glad when the door finally opened and a very serious looking Richard asked the boys to come back in.
"We have talked about your situation Hugo and the plans you made, and also about what you have done, when you made this note public," Thomas Alan began with a sonorous tone. Hugo just cringed.
Thomas Alan looked at the pale, trembling boy, and exchanged glances with the other men. He knew their decision would be the right one.
"We have two things to say. First, we have decided to dismiss you as a Mackey Community Bottom as of this moment. This will be announced today. We still have to discuss if you'll be entitled to all the privileges granted to former bottoms, but for now, your tour of duty is over." He waited a moment, and continued: "as for your actions and the plans, we have not decided on a punishment yet. Making plans like these, and certainly revealing information about the Choosing will not be taken lightly. But for now, you're free to go."
Hugo looked at the man without an expression on his face as if he didn't fully comprehend what was said.
"And what about the other points?" Tom asked politely, eager to know if his other demands would be granted, but careful not to overplay his hand now that everything seemed to be going in the right direction.
"That will require a decision by the full Board and the full Council, so we won't decide the matter at this moment."
Tom looked disappointed, but Steve, the oldest member of the Council, noticed the non-verbal sign, and said,
"Don't worry, young man, we've had discussions about this in the Council before, and I've spoken with Simon and a few other Bottoms a couple of times about their burden. We're not likely to just abolish the tradition instantly, but trust me there will be changes."
"Can you guys live with this?" Thomas Alan asked.
Not completely satisfied, but counting his blessings, Tom replied, "Yes Sir, thank you Sir."
Hugo just stood there, blankly looking at his plans spread open on the table, letting sink in what had been said, barely able to nod his consent.
It was only outside when Hugo regained his voice,
"Thank you, Tom," he squeaked and he spontaneously started crying, letting out all the tension, the frustration, the anger of the past year. He cried all the way home.
Inside the office, the excited and irritated men continued to discuss for a long time what should be done next: should they punish Hugo, change the rules, postpone, or even cancel the Choosing so that there would be no more new Community Bottoms?
***
When yet another three Lions came back to their home base to get new threads after they'd been captured, Simon sighed. He realized that this running around pointlessly, this fighting and hoping that the enemy's flag could be spotted along the way, wasn't leading to anything, no matter how many of the enemies were captured in return.
"I think we need a plan," Simon began when David and Elliott returned.
"All these little fights, this running around, that's not successful, he said. "I think we should make some attacker teams for fighting the Bears and a scouting team to find and capture the flag. The attacker teams would be there to protect the searchers, and do some fighting to distract their defenses."
"Yeah!" Darrell joined enthusiastically, "we need to set a trap for the Bears and then attack them!"
"Maybe it would be a good idea to have some of us running around as bait or something," Brixton suggested, "that would distract them and lead them to an attack group."
Simon grinned. He was proud that his idea was so easily adopted, and he proposed to call all the Lions back to the home base to set up a plan to surprise the Bears and win the flag.
When almost all the boys were gathered, they enthusiastically worked on a plan, and, in 15 minutes, they had set up three attack teams, each with two smaller scouts, to start a confrontation and three or four bigger scouts who would be following closely but just out of sight, ready to join as soon as the Bears were engaged in a fight with the smaller ones.
Otis Warren added excitedly, "I'll do the search for the flag: I'm small and very quick."
"Me too!" Elliott added eager to play an essential role in the game.
"Great, and while you two are sneaking around in search of their flag, we'll make sure to distract the Bears as much as we can," Darrell said. "We need some sounds we can use as a signal to warn each other in case help is needed, or to let us know that the flag has been located."
Eager to carry out the plan, the boys moved to the creek, ready to enter into enemy territory.
The teams spread after they'd crossed the creek, and with their warrior cries they tried to get the attention from the Bears to distract them and lead them away from Otis and Elliott who then split, each sneaking stealthily through the woods, deep into enemy territory, looking for the flag.
When Elliott reached the edge of a small clearing, he hid carefully about forty feet from where Keith Richter and Nick Mackey from the Bears team stood wondering about all the noise around them in the woods. From his hiding place, Elliott noticed that Keith and Nick seemed to be guarding a particular area. He bided his time patiently, carefully looking around to see if this was the place where they hid their flag.
Elliott lay there watching and saw two Lions approaching. When they noticed Keith and Nick, they held back a little but then moved forward to attack the bigger boys.
Apparently not impressed by the two smaller Lions, Keith and Nick jumped towards them, ready to work them against the ground and grab their threads.
But following the two scouts at a small distance, the back-up team waited, trying to stay as invisible as possible. When the Bears attacked and had one of the Lion boys down, suddenly the three bigger boys counter-attacked and ran with a loud warrior's cry towards them and threw themselves on the boys, pounding the surprised boys, grabbing their woolen threads.
While the boys were in a harsh fight, Elliott saw the opportunity. He stealthily sneaked forward through bushes along the border of the small clearing, careful not to be noticed. When he reached the other side of the clearing, he noticed something in one of the larger trees a couple of yards from him. That must be the flag! It was hidden as a small roll on one of the bigger branches of the tree. It was a good hiding place, just simply on a branch, but in a manner you wouldn't expect. If it wasn't for Keith and Nick standing there so eye-catching, nobody would have thought of looking there, and he had the luck to approach the tree from the side that the Bears obviously had not expected.
Behind him, the battle was still on and another scout from the Bears had come to the rescue of his team members, and, from deeper in the woods, he heard other shouts and screams indicating more fights.
No one from the Bears was anywhere near the flag. They were all distracted with the fighting in the woods and running from one spot to another to join a fight, forgetting all about guarding their flag.
Simon's strategy worked. While the Bears were kept busy, Elliott had free rein to close in on the tree. But when he was close enough to reach the tree, he saw that the branch was too high for him, and with no lower branches to climb on, there was no way he could reach the flag on his own.
Frustrated, he backed away as stealthily as he came.
"Shit!" he thought, "I need someone to help me t get up the tree."
He moved a couple of yards back into the bushes and waited awhile until he saw someone slowly and very quietly sneaking in his direction. He pushed himself against the ground, careful not to be discovered. The approaching boy was almost inaudible, and when he was only about ten feet away, Elliott peeked to see who it was. To his relief, it was the Bradley scout Otis, also searching for the flag.
"Psst," Elliott hissed to attract attention.
Otis looked in the direction the sound came from, seeing Elliott lying flat on the ground, signaling to come.
"The flag!" Elliott whispered excitedly, "the flag is there!" He then pointed in the direction where he had just come from.
"It's on a branch, but too high for me to reach it. Let's go together, you can help me up and we'll get the flag," he suggested almost trembling in excitement of the nearing victory.
"Let's go for it!" Otis whispered excitedly. Elliott took the lead to the tree where he'd found the flag, and Otis followed him at a short distance, and when they reached the tree, Otis quickly turned with his back to the tree, holding his hands folded to allow Elliott to step up, up on his shoulder to make a dash for the flag.
It was only then that someone on the Bears' team finally noticed that their flag was in jeopardy.
He shouted the alarm and immediately three Bears turned away from the fights with the Lions and started running towards them. With the Bears' flag now in Elliott's possession, they started running. The three boys chasing Otis and Elliott were quickly intercepted by another Lions' patrol that just arrived alarmed by the shouts and blocked them from attacking the running boys.
With the flag tightly held against his breast, Elliott headed for the creek, closely followed by Otis. Simon and Brixton saw Elliott and Otis running towards them. Two more Bears broke away from their fight and started chasing Otis and Elliott.
"Elliott has the flag! We have to help him and little Otis get the flag across the creek, so we can win the game this year!" Simon shouted, alarming the Lions.
From all directions, Lions immediately ran to assist Otis and Elliott, stopping the two older Bears from tackling Elliott who was running as fast as he could through the woods towards the creek.
It now seemed that everyone was involved in the chase: the Bears' Team members trying to catch Otis and Elliott and get the flag back from him, and the Lions' Team members trying to stop that from happening. But Elliott, with Otis running right behind him, remained several yards ahead of the Bears.
Finally, the creek came into view. Quickly running out of breath Elliott gave it everything he had. Every muscle from his young 13-year-old body hurt but he was determined to cross the creek with the Bears' flag and win this year's game. He raced to the creek as fast as he could finally crossing it with one leap and bound. Otis was right behind him. Three hundred feet to reach the safe home base and the game was over! He gasped for breath, his face dripping with sweat.
He ran towards the Lions' home base, and when he stepped behind the flags marking the safe border, he turned and triumphantly unrolled the flag and held it up, waving it in the breeze for everyone to see . Cedric and the other Bears who had crossed the creek in pursuit stopped and watched in disappointment Otis and Elliott who were now celebrating the victory.
"You did it!" Otis shouted, tapping Elliott on the shoulder.
The cry of victory signaled the Lions to gather and the scoutmaster blew his whistle, ending the game.
Exhausted from the final battle, the scouts picked up their stuff from the home base and went to the Bear's home base to walk back to the camp together. The game had taken over 2 hours, and although the Bears had lost, they all had fun and were happily chattering as they walked back to the camp where drinks and snacks were waiting for them.
With not too much energy left, the scouts took a drink and a snack, refreshed themselves under a cold shower or a dip in the pond, and then most of them spent lazily the rest of the afternoon doing nothing or working on their merit badges. Even most of the Blue-briefs boys were left alone.
***
Jason returned home just before dinnertime after visiting his 16-year-old cousin Josh Weiberg, a former 1972 Bottom.
Josh had been annoyed when Jason had asked him about the Choosing. Of course, now more dads had told their boys the basic things about the upcoming Choosing, even though there were boys who were so curious that they were trying to get more information than the minimal information their dads had given them. But when Jason explicitly stated that the Choosing was a boy pageant, and that it was about selecting boy whores, Josh was shocked. This was something Jason wasn't supposed to know.
At first, Josh had flatly denied it, but Jason insisted, asking Josh about his own experiences at the Choosing he attended, but when he denied it again and asked Jason where he got that idea, his heart skipped a beat when he read the note that Jason handed him. He stood still stunned.
"This should go directly to the Council," Josh had uttered, reading the note again, "you cannot talk about this with anyone, understood?"
"So it is true?" Jason concluded at the reaction of the older boy.
"I cannot say anything."
"Then it is true, otherwise you would have denied it," Jason shot back, "it's exactly as it says in the note."
Defeated, Josh hung his head. "Yes, it is true. The Choosing is about selecting boys for community duty. It's been the tradition for over a hundred years. Every Mackey boy also attends." He sighed, and looked at the worried face of the 12-year-old.
"Don't worry about it, it's hardly ever a problem," he tried to soothe, "to be honest, I've been selected in 1972 for this community service and with the last Choosing in 1975 I was dismissed."
"What is this `community service'?" Jason asked suspiciously, already knowing that the answer must have to do with being a boy whore.
Josh dreaded to tell what he had to do all these years, but he had to, there was no way out; Jason already knew about the essentials of the Choosing. He sighed. Being painted as a `boy-whore' hurt him, but basically it was exactly that.
Hesitantly he confirmed that this community service was nothing short of being a `boy whore' as the note had said.
"So you've been a boy whore?" Jason asked in unbelief.
Josh sighed, and reluctantly told him about being fucked by and giving blowjobs to other boys, his friends, classmates, cousins over and over. To save face, he added that - although he had hated it being a Community Bottom - other Mackeys, boys and adults, as well as his parents now regarded him as a senior in Mackey land. Boys are now looking at him with respect; he was the veteran who had served his tour of duty. As much as possible, he tried to paint the Choosing as something that wasn't that bad: he just didn't want to scare his younger cousin, and he wanted to keep up his self-esteem at the same time.
For Josh, it had all become clear now. It was a usual thing for boys to be curious a few weeks leading to the Choosing, but Josh had noticed that it was quite a bit more than in previous years. There was more gossiping than usual, he thought, but he realized, information had been leaked, and although Jason had denied speaking with anyone else about the note, there could be more to this.
"Who gave you that note?" Josh had asked him.
"I found it in my pocket after I left the Arcade a couple of days ago. I have no idea who wrote it and put it in my pocket," Jason replied and pensively added, "Maybe it was Jordan: he is talking about the Choosing all the time."
While Jason biked back home, the chat with Josh repeatedly played in his mind.
He recalled Jordan talking about the Choosing a lot lately, a bragging about his ancestor and how he had been a great service to the community ages ago. Maybe he should check with Jordan, he thought, and he asked his parents for permission to hang out at the Arcade after dinner. As it was summer vacation, they were okay with him staying up late, so when they granted permission, he quickly swallowed his food and rushed out, barely hearing his mom warning,
"Be back before midnight, and don't spend all your money. You've got the whole summer ahead!"
At the Arcade, Jason played some games and hoped that Jordan would show up. When he finally did, he instantly walked up to him.
Even though Josh had made him promise to keep it a secret, his curiosity won, so he asked Jordan what he knew about the Choosing.
Jordan looked suspiciously at Jason: why all these questions? Then he suddenly realized that Hugo must have done or said something.
"Why are you asking me?" he almost snapped at Jason, "I'll be in the Choosing for the first time myself, just like you, so why asking me?" he added defensively.
"You've been asking questions yourself too, and you were already talking about the Choosing two weeks ago, and making up these tall tales about your ancestor. I think you know more."
Jordan hesitated. He didn't want to discuss the Choosing anymore, he was still upset about what he had discovered at Hugo's and had shared with Tom, but Jason sensed that Jordan was keeping something from him and said,
"I think you know exactly what I mean," he hissed, "here, you must know about this," he added and took the note from his pocket and showed it to Jordan.
Jordan was stunned when he read the note. He hadn't seen it before, but he instantly knew Hugo must be behind this. He was deeply shocked. He knew about Hugo's plans to attack the Choosing grounds and some houses, but he didn't understand why. He certainly didn't know about this selection of `boy whores' as the note stated, and he hesitated. How did Jason get this big secret about the Choosing? Also, was this true? Maybe it was just something Jason had made up just to play the mystery game like he had done. But then again, he had seen Hugo's plans, and Hugo had been through a Choosing, so maybe this was true.
"Where did you get this note?" Jordan asked suspiciously.
"Someone put it in my pocket, and I think it was you."
"I have nothing to do with it," Jordan retorted, "and who says it's true what the note says? Anyone can make something up like this."
"I checked, and it's true all right," Jason replied, "you cannot speak to anyone else about this, especially not the others who will be with us at the Choosing, but I asked an older boy who went through the Choosing a while ago, and he confirmed."
"He confirmed?" Jordan asked in disbelief.
"Yep, he did. Even more, he also told me that he was one of the boys that were chosen."
Before Jordan could ask him who that boy was and what exactly he had said, several other 12-year-olds entered, and when they joined them, he quickly shut up and changed the subject.
"What were you guys talking about?" Ben DeChantier asked when he noticed the sudden air of secrecy.
"Oh, nothing special," Jordan countered, trying to look as neutral as he could in an attempt to hide his disturbance.
Ben was annoyed, why were they left out? What's going on? This was the second time he had noticed recently that there was something of importance being discussed and kept away from him and his other friends.
"You were talking about the Choosing, weren't you?" he snapped.
"Uhm, well, yeah," Jordan played along, "we were just thinking about how we should prepare ourselves," he added, trying to move the discussion towards their common concern, away from the disturbing information he was still processing.
Still not completely convinced, Ben went along with it, and soon the boys were letting their imagination take over and, as they started to get worried, wild ideas were popping up. What if they were being dropped somewhere in the wilderness and had to find their way back without any help or supplies? They needed to prepare themselves, but how: Hide money in their socks in case they were searched? Take a knife with them to be able to catch a wild turkey and prepare it to eat when they were dropped into the wilderness to test their survival skills? They would surely need some lighters to light a campfire too.
Jordan and Jason joined the pointless discussion and exaggerations, hiding their true concerns. Ben, Chad and Stan were now intensely talking about all scenarios, but Jordan noticed that Mitchell stayed a little aside from the discussion. And when their eyes crossed, he saw how Mitchell quickly looked away as if he was hiding something too.
Later that evening at home, Jordan asked his dad to give him more information concerning the Choosing, but Todd didn't want to discuss this with his 14-year-old sister Lisa present. Not to be left aside the conversation, she laughed and said that she already knew about the things boys do, but dad silenced her and said to Jordan, "we'll talk about this later, okay?"
As soon as his dad left the room, Jordan asked Lisa what she meant with `the things boys do', but she kept some distance, knowing that dad wouldn't appreciate her telling stories. She said that she wasn't supposed to know, let alone talk about it, but she made it clear that while adults and boys thought it was their little secret only, almost all girls knew about the games boys play. She said smiling mischievously, "it's a `horny boys' game with no girls involved, so you can do the calculation yourself".
After he had changed into his pajamas, he went to bed, still being confused about all thoughts that spooked his head; then, Todd knocked on his son's door and entered.
"About your question earlier," he began, "I think it's time to tell you a bit more about the Choosing. So move over and I'll tell you about the Mackey tradition."
Jordan moved up a little, and his dad took place at the foot end of the bed and scraped his throat.
"Over a hundred years ago," Todd began, "when the Mackey settled in this region after they moved from Ohio, they continued a specific tradition that had started even back in the days when the first Mackey, Thomas Mckie, arrived in America."
He explained the basics of the Choosing, carefully sticking as close as he could to the restricted information about the Choosing dads are supposed to tell their boys, but soon he learned that Jordan wouldn't settle for a vague answer to his questions, even more so, he suspected that he already knew more than he should know.
Finally, Todd confirmed: the Choosing is about picking boys for a community service, and there could be some sex involved. But it was nothing to be ashamed of. Most – if not all – boys play some sexual games when they enter puberty and their bodies change along with their hormones.
"But what is this `play'? I mean, I know boys' and girls' play is sex, but two boys: How does that work?"
Todd took a deep breath, searching for words to give an acceptable explanation without getting it awkward.
"Well, I noticed that your body has changed these last few months," he began, "and maybe your penis is getting hard all the time." He waited to see Jordan's reaction and continued,
"Maybe you've noticed that you can get a nice feeling when you touch yourself down there. Well, when you do that with another boy, that feels good too, and many boys play together that way."
He looked at his son, hoping that this was sufficient, as he wasn't too eager to go into more details. But Jordan was not satisfied. Yes, he had played with his dick, and yes that was a very pleasant feeling, as of recently ending with wet hands. But he tried to think what this had to do with being a boy whore, and he asked,
"But just feeling that isn't sex, is it? When a boy and a girl have sex, that's when he puts his penis into her to make a baby, right? That's what you told me before. But you cannot do that with a boy."
Todd sighed. He realized that his son was still blissfully unaware of the games pubescent boys play, and knowing that he will find out in only a couple of weeks' time anyway, he knew he had to explain.
"Well..., ehm..." he began hesitatingly, "you know girls have this opening, called a vagina where your penis will go. But boys have an opening to play with too."
Jordan frowned. An opening? Where? And suddenly it dawned on him.
"Wait, you mean butt hole?" he stuttered.
Todd nodded. "Yes, your butt hole. That's what boys use as a surrogate for a girl as long as they want to have sex but are not allowed to do it with a girl, or don't have a girlfriend yet."
"Fuck a boy?" Jordan asked, instantly getting red in the face at the forbidden word he used in front of his dad.
"Fuck, screw, corn hole," Todd confirmed, "yes, but before you get the wrong ideas, it's very common, at least around here, and nothing to be ashamed of."
"So that's what `corn hole' means?" he asked surprised. He had heard that expression a few times before, but he had no idea what that entailed, apart from the somewhat dirty connotation. He had always associated that with the poorer hillbilly boys playing with corncobs.
Jordan sat perplexed, and remained silent while his dad told him about his Native American ancestors, Jake, Alan's son, and Shawn, the first Community Bottom in their clan.
Jordan was shocked and confused. Shocked about the fact that he was at risk of being fucked in a couple of weeks, shocked that even his sister knew that boys fuck each other, shocked about his ancestor Shawn Mackey whom everyone remembered as a respected clan member for his service to the community, a service that now sounded much less heroic than it had appeared before.
But he was curious at the same time. His body was changing, he got those different feelings, his dick acted in a strange way lately, and his interest in sex had increased ten folds over the last few months. And now the talk with his dad had stirred his hormones.
"Now, you should go to sleep," Todd said, "don't worry too much about this. Every boy and man older than you have gone through the Choosing, and see for yourself, we're fine."
He got up and gave his boy a peck on his forehead and left.
While he was still over thinking what his dad had said, Jordan stroked his stiff cock mindlessly. He had fantasized before about fucking a girl while he had pushed his stiff dick in his fist as if that was the vagina he eventually would enter to fertilize a girl.
But now, after the talk with his dad, suddenly these images of girls were replaced by boys' butts. He'd never thought of boys' butts before, other than the childish banter related to mooning and farting.
He played with his dick, feeling more sticky fluid coming out than he had before, and he pulled at the few soft black hairs that were growing at the base of his cock. When he had first noticed the hairs, he was a bit uncertain, but, soon, he realized that he was now `one of the big boys' too. He had seen the bigger boys at the pond when they were skinny dipping on warm summer days. Previous years, he'd thought nothing of it, but, this year, he started to notice the different patches of hair, and the lack of hair of the younger boys. Still, it was just about growing, nothing sexual.
Playing with his dick and the few newly grown hairs, he again experienced that nice feeling in his groins, he then knew that this great sensation, which lately ended with a sticky mess, would be there soon, and he raised his butt and pulled his pajama bottoms down. The feeling of warm air on his nakedness, his touching, and the image of his dick moving in and out a cunt aroused him even more. He tried to focus on the nice girl from his class he secretly adored, but again the image changed from a vagina into an image of his cock disappearing into a boy's butt. Was it Ben's sweet bubble butt they had teased him about so often? Or was it Jason's, or maybe his friend Mitchell's?
His hands now slid over his wet and expanded cock, so he quickly lowered his pajama bottoms farther down to his ankles in order to open his legs as wide as he could. The idea of fucking a boy's ass was a completely new dimension in his young masturbation dreams. If the Choosing was about fucking boys, and that fucking felt as nice as his hand currently on his dick, he definitely wanted to participate. What would it be like if it wasn't a girl, but Ben's nice round ass he was fucking? His hips bucked, his hard dick thrust in his fist. Then, after a short period of fierce thrusting, several streams of semen squirted from his dick, higher up his body than ever before and his mind played the arousing image of his dick moving in and out a naked boy's ass, the image of Mitchell's naked butt.
***
Unlike the previous day, the next morning the boys rose quite early. The fifth day of camp was traditionally the start of a two-day hike, which was another big adventure. Exploring the woods and the hills, trying to get from one checkpoint to another using maps, following trails that first had to be deciphered from puzzles, crossing creeks and then sleeping someplace unknown was thrilling. For several scouts this was the ultimate test for earning their hiking merit badge as well.
The leaders divided the scouts in 12 hike teams of 4 or 5 boys, and they made sure there was a good mix: the U.S. and U.K. scouts, the different ages and experience, and the Blue-brief boys (which caused some mild protests from the two teams who didn't have a Blue-brief boy) were spread evenly over the teams. They deliberately placed the scouts who were up for earning their hiking merit badge in different teams, effectively making them leaders of some kind.
It took over an hour to get the teams on their way with 5-minute intervals, in their neat scout uniforms, carrying their backpacks.
It was warm, but fortunately not too hot for the hike and the boys enjoyed it tremendously. Having fun without adult supervision in woods, they didn't know too well, or didn't know at all gave them the pleasant feeling of being adventurers, the old-days frontier men finding their way through unchartered territory.
The check posts along the route were fun as well; the leaders had arranged for self-made zip lines, had made the boys sweat at the assignment to build a bridge over a creek with the few ropes and poles they had brought along and had challenged them to cross the creek without getting wet (which, of course, ended in a cooling dip in the clear water), and finally had provided drinks and snacks along the way.
Of course, the element of competition made the boys do some stupid things as well, and they were never shy of pointing another team in the wrong direction if they met a team who was clearly struggling to solve a puzzle to get to the next clue and making them lose an hour walking around in any but the right direction.
It was early afternoon after they had lunch at a nice checkpoint along the river, when Simon and his team passed a gas station just outside a little hammock.
Ever since his call with Tom, he had been curious about the things that were happening back home, and now he couldn't fight the urge any longer to call Tom and hear what was going on.
"Is it okay with you guys if I make a phone call?" Simon suggested when they walked past the gas station, and without waiting for a reaction, he walked into the store and asked if he could make a phone call.
The proprietor pointed at a booth close to the toilets, at the back of the shop and Simon called the operator, asking for a collect call to make sure he wouldn't run out of quarters while talking to Tom.
Luckily, Tom was home and Simon listened breathlessly while Tom filled him in with everything that had happened yesterday.
Simon was relieved that Hugo was dismissed as a Community Bottom without instantly being severely punished, but that was still an open end, and he couldn't suppress his disappointment when Tom told him that the Council didn't want to change anything about the rules, at least yet.
The call left Simon happy for Hugo, but also a bit depressed, and he remained quite silent for most of the reminder of the hike, rethinking what Tom had told him and what might happen with the upcoming Choosing.
Only when he realized that the hike was heading towards the big lake, and as far as he could estimate, to Bare Butt Cove, did he lighten up, and joined the happy chatter of the other boys who knew that the end of today's walk was near.
***
After his dad had left him yesterday night, Jordan couldn't sleep. What he had heard about the Choosing, the sex that was involved, his own feelings that his dad had so accurately addressed, all that had kept him awake. Now he understood the point that Hugo was making. The note that Jason had received was telling the truth. All night his feelings switched between shocked and being disturbed, and having these feelings that centered in his groin. Feelings that had made him play with the erection that he now had so often, and suddenly was stirred by the images of boy butts.
He didn't know what to do. Should he talk with Jason again about what he had learned about the Choosing? Or maybe one of his other friends, maybe one with an older brother who could tell a bit more about the details of the Choosing, confirming the things his dad had told him, or maybe adding some things that he didn't disclose.
He remembered his friend Mitchell being silent last evening at the Arcade when they were talking about the Choosing and he had noticed the look in Mitchell's eyes that suggested that he knew more but didn't want to get involved. He knew he had an older brother. So, maybe he should hang out with him; maybe he could get to know something more. And if he didn't know anything more than he did himself, there were always fun things to do at the farm where Mitchell lived anyway.
Mitchell waved enthusiastically at Jordan when he saw him coming up the dirt road to their farm. He was glad that a friend came visiting him, instead of hanging around the Arcade all the time. The Arcade was fun, but just hanging there all summer wouldn't do. Jordan was fun to play with; he was usually the pacesetter, never shy of playing the daredevil and never afraid of getting himself into some trouble.
The boys persuaded Mitchell's 16-year-old brother Curtis to let them help him cleaning the tractors, not so much for the work itself as for the chance of getting a ride when the work was done.
It was a bit more work than they had anticipated, but when it was done, the reward they had hoped for was collected indeed as Mitchell's dad let them ride the tractor a couple of times over the land, all the way up to the end where the woods began and back again.
Still glowing from the excitement, the three boys dropped down on the grass next to the barn, gladly accepting lemonade from Mitchell's mom.
"That was fun," Jordan sighed. He knew that riding a tractor was not new to Curtis and Mitchell, but for him it was exceptional and he had enjoyed it.
As the boys laid on their back, lazily staring at the view clouds high above their heads, Jordan hesitated. He wanted to ask Mitchell about his thoughts concerning the Choosing: it must occupy his head just as any other 12-year-old in Mackey land he thought, but now that Curtis was here, he didn't have the guts to start. But still. deep down inside, he wanted to talk about the Choosing; since he knew the horrible secret, he needed a friend to share his anxiety with, so that he could cope with this upcoming threat.
Mitchell had closed his eyes and let the sun warm his face, so he hadn't noticed Jordan's tenseness and the inquisitive looks of his brother.
"Are you two thinking about the Choosing already?" Curtis began unannounced.
With a shock, Jordan rose and thought about something to say without sounding too eager.
"Yeah, sometimes I do," Mitchell said, relaxed, almost as if he didn't care the least about what was coming, "all my friends are talking about it these days, aren't they, Jordan?"
Jordan mumbled an embarrassed confirmation. He wasn't sure if Mitchell meant to say that he was one of the major sources of these talks, or that he had just stated the obvious.
"You guys had a talk with your dad already?"
"Yeah, I did," Jordan said, sounding a little nervous. He definitely wanted to talk about the Choosing, but he wasn't sure how to get Curtis involved. And he didn't know if he should disclose anything of what he knew.
"Dad talked with me too," Mitchell added, "but it wasn't much, really. He told me some things, but after that I wasn't any the wiser."
"What did Dad tell you?"
"Well, he told me that it was a sort of meeting, like choosing the best ones of our group. He said it wasn't dangerous or disgusting, or that it was a fierce contest. He said that it would be an impressive experience, but nothing to be afraid of." Mitchell stopped, wondering if he should add that his dad had also told him that there was sex involved, even though he didn't explain exactly what kind of sex, apart from the suggestion that it could have something to do with your mouth.
"That's it?" Curtis asked, trying to find out what else the boys knew.
"Yeah, pretty much," replied Mitchell, trying not to sound too interested or impressed by this at all, despite the fact that his heart had started beating ferociously.
"Ah, okay," Curtis concluded a little unsure. His dad had told him that he'd informed Mitchell that the Choosing was about sex to make sure that Mitchell wasn't as shocked as he had been when he discovered the true meaning of the Choosing. He was also glad that his dad hadn't disclosed to Mitchell that he had been a Community Bottom all these years. He suspected that Mitchell stayed away from mentioning sex – even though he must know it was part of the Choosing – because of Jordan.
He turned to Jordan, and when he looked him straight in the eyes, he asked,
"And you? Did your dad tell you anything?"
Jordan scraped his throat. He realized that he must know at least as much as Curtis who had gone through a Choosing already, but also that he might know more than Mitchell. Why else would Curtis ask him? He decided to tell what he knew, that would at least give him the upper hand over Mitchell in his everlasting drive to be the cool know-it-all boy.
"He told me what it is all about," he said trying to sound modest, shy even, although his whole body wanted to scream in excitement.
"Really?" both boys said simultaneously.
"You know what it is all about, Curtis," Jordan said, sounding a bit accusatory. He looked at the older boy and at his satisfaction, he saw the boy blushing a little.
"It's not just games. It's about sex." There! He'd said it.
But instead of triggering shocked reactions, both boys nodded. They knew that already. Jordan was a bit confused now. Curtis knew, he had been at a Choosing, but Mitchell knew as well. Why didn't he say so when his brother asked?
"Yep, that's the whole point of a Choosing," Curtis confirmed. He still wasn't sure if the boys exactly knew what kind of sex was involved, but he wanted to tell his little brother more, just to help him, and not let him walk into the trap his eyes shut, blissfully unaware of the major shock and change that would await him there, like he had endured. He waited a moment, and said,
"I've gone through a Choosing. I'm not supposed to talk about it with anyone who hasn't. But if you tell me everything you know, leaving nothing out, I will tell you what it's like."
Mitchell nodded, and started, "Dad told me a bit more than I just mentioned. It has to do with sex indeed. He said that it would involve sex with your mouth, and that I could skip this Choosing if I wasn't ready for things like that."
"That's what my dad said too," Jordan added, not really liking that Mitchell seemed to know as much as he did, and he added to at least impress Mitchell, "they're choosing boy whores."
The silence became deafening.
Mitchell looked at him in disbelief, and Curtis was right-out shocked. A boy whore? Is that what he just had just called him? He was shocked, even though he knew that all these years, that's exactly what he had t been. Since he had been freed from his obligations, he was desperately trying to regain his self-esteem by thinking about his service as an important contribution to the community as everyone had said it was while they were pushing a dick into his asshole. And now, his service had just been reduced to being a boy whore?
"Is that true?" Mitchell asked Curtis, his eyes slightly narrowed as if to indicate that he would not settle for a fake answer.
Curtis didn't reply directly. Instead, he asked, to neither boy in particular,
"Have you had sex already?"
Almost simultaneously, they answered, "no, I have no girlfriend yet."
"With a boy then?"
"A boy? Duh, we're not gay," Jordan protested.
"That has nothing to do with it," Curtis added countering the defensive answer: "you can play, like most if not all boys do, just to experiment at first, and when you get the hang of it, it could become more serious and frequent."
"Play? What kind of play?" Mitchell asked, sensing that this kind of play has everything to do with the sex involved in the Choosing.
Curtis explained about boys playing with their dicks when they start puberty, about masturbation and then he told the boys what `to play together' could entail. He decided to keep the subject to masturbation and maybe cock sucking at first. Maybe talking about fucking would be a bit too much for this first talk. But he realized that he had to warn his little brother about that before the Choosing anyway.
Although this was not much news to Jordan, both boys flushed red at the talk, and by the vivid description of mutual stimulation, they both got a boner, which made Curtis smile. His little brother wasn't so little anymore.
Even though Mitchell was smaller than Jordan and less of a leader, the fact that it was his brother who spilled the secrets of the Choosing, at which he only nodded and mumbled in agreement, as if he knew all that already, made him grow more confident, and, slowly, Jordan lost most of his domineering attitude.
The boys were silent for a while, Jordan and Mitchell thinking all this information over, Curtis considering if this was the time to tell them about the fucking or not.
Mitchell had thought about this sex thing before. His dad had told him so much as taking a dick in his mouth was to be expected. And over time, he was thinking about sex in a broader view with his hand on his now almost all day erect penis; how it would be, sex with a girl, his dick shooting this gooey stuff into a girl hole instead of wetting his pajamas. During one of these sessions, he had put one and one together and he had suddenly realized that maybe this derogative talk about boys fucking each other and calling them `faggots' could be a real thing and wasn't just imaginary, only meant as an insult.
"This sex," Mitchell began at a tone more stating than asking, "at the Choosing, it's not just taking a dick in your mouth as a dare or something, is it? And it is not only in your mouth, but also in your ass."
"Yep," was Curtis' short reply, "that's what boys do and not only at the Choosing," he added.
Mitchell and Jordan looked at him blankly, processing the meaning of this last remark.
Curtis smiled. By the looks of it, both boys knew some of the theory, but clearly never experienced any of this in real life.
"You never played with each other?" he asked, adding, "in this sexual way, I mean?"
Both boys hastened to utter a "NO!" and blushed deeply.
They were friends who grew up together, played together, went to school together, but sex together, never!
"Well," Curtis joked while he got up, "maybe it's time you two learned a little from each other before someone else teaches you a lesson you won't forget."
"Oh no, I don't swing that way," Mitchell protested, but Curtis noticed how he looked at Jordan's middle section when he said that. The quickly growing bulges of both boys didn't go unnoticed either.
With a devilish grin on his face, Curtis turned to Jordan and warned, "I think my little brother wants a piece of that nice ass of yours, Jordan!"
"Get off me, I'm no faggot!" Mitchell spat at his brother, but he immediately sensed the almost undetectable subtle change in hierarchy when his brother placed him as a top over the alpha-male Jordan, who almost even undetectably shrunk a little at these words.
Curtis ruffled Mitchell's hair as he walked past and told him, "Go easy on your friend's butt, Mitch. He's a virgin, you know."
Jordan actually blushed at this.
"Yeah, whatever," Mitchell said, only slightly grumpily.
After Curtis left, it took a while for the boys to regain the courage to talk again. Their heads swung with all this sex talk: the impressive but also threatening idea of playing sexual games, fucking even.
"Do you believe this sex thing is really true?" Jordan asked in a tough tone, trying to mask his uncertainty.
"Yeah, it is true, don't you think so too?"
"Yeah, I do."
"It's been bothering me for a while now. Your talk at the Arcade about the Choosing all the time wasn't helping, neither was my dad when he told me a few things about sex, and also, all these boners I get all the time lately."
"Are you hard now? Jordan asked, ignoring Mitchell's remark, and he looked sideways to see the answer already pointing up in Mitchell's shorts.
"Uhhum..."
"I am."
There was a silence. Both boys knew what they wanted but neither of them dared to be the first to start.
Their development from boys to men had just recently started, and the boners they got were at first just annoying, but then they experienced the different feelings whenever they touched themselves. The words their dads had spent on technically explaining human reproduction, words that had been hesitant, awkward, especially the way their dads spoke about girls and trying to avoid some lurid details, were suddenly connected to the right spot, their groin.
Without actually knowing how and why, they had almost overnight developed a kind of sixth sense for everything that was connected to that feeling that centered in their groin. More specifically in the little appendage that used to be a limp and a handy tool for taking a leak, which now seemed to have a mind of its own all the time, preferably at the most awkward moments. As if by instinct, they had learned the pleasure of stroking, which quickly developed into the pleasure of masturbation.
Mitchell felt the familiar stirring in his shorts, and every cell in his body was screaming to give in to this new feeling, the curiosity, the lust. He was still the younger and somewhat shyer boy of the two, whereas Jordan was the one who usually took the lead. He felt reluctance to take the first step, but then there was this feeling of superiority again that the words of his brother had given him earlier, and he turned towards Jordan, resting on his elbow, and, referring to his brother's teasing remarks, he stated,
"You heard my brother."
Jordan's heart skipped a beat. He had heard that indeed. He knew what Curtis meant with that, he just wasn't sure if it was a joke or if Mitchell really wanted that.
***
Next episode:
Was Mitchell's brother only joking?
The hike: fun and good conversations
Would Leroy's dad spoil an exciting afternoon session for him?
To be continued...