Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of The West – Simon A. Mackey 5
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This is my follow-up on the tales of the Mackey clan as created by Jonas Henley and extended by Charles Well, Sarge-AKA Aldric, Nick and Sam The Ham. Please have a look at the Introduction for reference.
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Simon survived his first week
The first week had passed quickly.
When he had woken up the first day after the Choosing, Simon had felt depressed. It was as if all the fun of his childhood's days had disappeared, and his first day wasn't easy. Three fucks that first day, including by Dustin, one of his closest friends, not to speak of his best friend Tom, who didn't actually fuck him, but on their way back from playing in the river he had been quite explicit in stating that it will happen eventually.
He looked at the little notebook he got from Thomas that first day to write down all the fucks and blowjobs, names and dates included, and counted 9 times sucking and 27 boys who fucked him.
27 boys in 6 days! That is 4 or 5 every day. Good grief! At this pace, he would need a new notebook within a month.
The day had just started, and he dreaded the day already. "What's become of my life," he thought, "it's summer vacation, and I'm afraid to play outside, scared for being bent over and fucked by just any horny Mackey."
"You look unhappy, Si," Matthew said, "what's up?"
"It's not even one week, and I've already had 27 boys up my butt," he answered dully. Pensively he reflected on his experiences, and with some sadness in his voice he continued,
"I loved to go swimming, but Wednesday I've been fucked twice before I even got to the pond." Tears came up and he sobbed.
"That sucks," Matthew replied.
"Yeah, that too," Simon said with a week grin through his tears at his own pun, "nine times this week already, two of them at the pond while others were swimming and watching."
"Sorry, Si, didn't mean to tease you."
Matthew looked compassionately at his little brother. He saw that Simon was having a hard time with it, and he felt very powerless. He wished he could help him, but how?
"Maybe it'll help talking to someone who has lived through this. Like my friend Philip, you know, he is a Bottom too, and I had many talks with him when he was in his first weeks. I remember that he was kept very busy that first week as well. He has 2 years of experience now, so I think he can help you come to terms with it."
"Dunno, but maybe it's a good idea." Simon mused, but before he could say anything more, the doorbell rang.
"God Almighty," Simon exclaimed, "it's not even 10am!" He looked out his bedroom window and saw Ben and Theo, two 13-year-old classmates who went through the Choosing last year, looking up.
"Hey Simon!" Theo shouted so loud as if the whole of Osage County had to hear the message, "you available?"
Simon grunted, "Oh God, what a morons. Does the whole neighborhood has to know that I'm gonna be fucked in a few seconds?" He rolled his eyes and got up.
"Come in guys, the kitchen door is open," he shouted from the open window.
He sighed and dropped on his bed, waiting for the boys to come up.
"You know them, don't you?" Matthew asked. "Classmates? Are they OK?"
Simon shrugged his shoulders. "Not my friends, but they're OK, I guess. Or I hope."
"I'll stay to keep an eye on them, OK?" Matthew suggested.
Simon nodded approvingly, and the boys came in.
"I guess you two are here for a fuck?" Simon bluntly said, dropping any decorum.
In this first week he had already more fucks than these two had over the last year, albeit that his fucks were on the receiving end and theirs on the giving end.
"Yeah, that's why we're here," Theo confirmed, a little surprised at Simon's unceremonious statement, "guess you're OK with that?"
And with this introduction, the boys cut to the case and it took less than 20 minutes for both to get their rocks off in Simon's ass and get back in their pants, and with a short thank you they left as quickly as they had come.
Stunned by this brief interruption for one-sided sexual pleasure, Simon lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. "How humiliating is this," he pondered, "to be fucked without any ceremony, and even by two guys from my class. It's still vacation now, but I'll be back in our class after Labor Weekend. How will I ever be able to look them in the eye again without remembering this?"
Simon took a deep breath and let his mind wander. What was happening now was completely beyond his control and he realized he had no choice but to make the best of it.
"I'm thinking, maybe it really is a good idea to build a room in the shed," Simon murmured thoughtfully. "That saves you a lot of horniness that you are involved in unsolicited."
"Well, if my presence helps you, I don't mind," Matthew soothed.
"That's sweet of you, but it might also be good not to have all that sex stuff in our room. It's been so often already and will go on for the next 4 years, and we don't have a single private place to get rid of it once in a while."
Matthew nodded in agreement, and Simon felt himself getting excited about the new project: as soon as his dad was home he'll go straight to ask him. As far as he was concerned, they were going to start the job tomorrow. They talked a bit further about the approach, and how the room would be decorated, and then felt silent.
"I think I go over to Philip like you suggested," Simon said to Matthew after a while, "I can use a little support on this Bottom business. What a life!" he said and he took off to get his bike to go to Philip.
It was a nice summer day, not too hot and humid, a quite agreeable day for Missouri summer standards.
On his way to Philip's house, he crossed the park next to the church where he saw Jim Mackey sitting at a picnic table and he waved at him. He knew Jim, one of Matthew's friends. Jim was a nice guy, not like the arrogant seniors in school looking down on you. He saw Jim's gesture and was about to turn to him, when he suddenly realized that Jim might be about something other than a friendly chat, so he enthusiastically waved back at him but speedily continued on his bike and made his way away leaving Jim a bit surprised.
After Simon moved on and disappeared around the corner, Garrett Richter, a 14-year-old friend of Jim came walking by with a box in his hands and he noticed Jim.
"Hi, Jim. Mind if I sit with you?" Garrett asked pointing at the bench.
Jim looked up and answered, "Hi Garrett, sure, have a seat. Shit man, I heard you got lucky with Hugo. How was he to fuck?"
"That news spread quickly, it was just a couple of hours ago." Garrett chuckled, "Is that all you think about? Fucking?"
"Sure. What else is there to do in this godforsaken place?" Jim honestly asked.
Garrett just considered that a rhetorical question so he did not comment but he did go back to Jim's previous question and answered,
"He was tight. Very tight for a 13-year-old. You could have probably heard him scream all the way outside when I plugged him. But he really is a sweet little boy. Real pretty too, and his butt, well, hmmmm.. , I'd prefer a girl though... Fuck, now I am getting horny again."
"Yeah, we're lucky to have the Mackey traditions here. A great alternative for a girl as long as we are too young and girls don't want to have sex with us yet. I heard from an older guy that once you get used to a tight boy's ass, a cunt just disappoints."
"I don't know about you, but when I take a bottom, I always imagine it's a girl," Garrett said, dreamily looking ahead. In the two years since his Choosing, he had already made ample use of his rights. At first with all the Bottoms, just to try them out, but soon he started to get his preferences. From the 1973 Bottoms Philip and Cameron he preferred Philip because of his somewhat girlish features, and he definitely liked last year's Bottom Tyler. Although Tyler was more an alpha male type of boy, in fact an unlikely typical bottom, he was really fun to play with and his still a bit high pitched voice added to the pretense of fucking a girl instead of a boy.
"Fuck dude. I am so hard right now it hurts." Jim responded to his friend's hot talk, stroking his boner through his pants.
"Me too, but I have some chores to take care of first, so I just have to wait." Garrett explained.
"Do you have plans right after lunch?" Jim asked.
"No, nothing planned."
"I haven't fucked a bottom for three days now and I am about to explode. Hey, Garrett...what do you think...maybe...we could fuck one of the other new Bottoms after lunch?" Jim pleaded.
"Well, I`m on my way to my uncle `cause my dad asked me to deliver this box to his brother." Garrett replied, "maybe my first cousin Philip is home and we could have some fun with him. Not a new Bottom, but he usually is fun to play with."
"OK to join you, then?"
Garret nodded. They grabbed their bikes and took off to Garrett's uncle to deliver the box.
His aunt stood in the kitchen when the boys came in and took the box Garrett handed her.
"Well, thank you boys," she said, "you want something to drink?"
"Yes please, ma'am, thanks." Garrett answered, and asked "is Philip home?"
"He is upstairs in his room," she pointed up, "he's with Simon, wait I'll call them," and she went into the living room, calling Philip and Simon from the bottom of the stairs.
Jim and Garret looked at each other happily surprised. That's a nice extra: two bottoms together, just when they felt like it.
"I saw Simon coming by on his bike earlier, so this is where he was heading to in a hurry. It looked like he didn't want to stop then, but now he will be in for it," Jim said to Garrett with a devilish grin.
A few minutes later, the four boys were sitting on the porch lurking on their soda's, relaxing in the sun.
"Boys, it's time for lunch," interrupted Philip's mom, "what do you guys think about a sandwich?"
"Oh yes ma'am that would be great thank you," replied Garrett. "Me too." joined Jim.
"That is settled then. I'm going to get something ready," and she disappeared into the kitchen to prepare a stack of sandwiches. Just 10 minutes later she returned with a plate with several big sandwiches for the boys to attack.
"Simon had the idea of starting an Arcade here," Philip began, chewing on his sandwich "didn't you, Simon?"
Simon nodded enthusiastically and quickly swallowed a bite,
"Indeed, there is so little to do here, and anyone who feels like a break has to go all the way to Wardsville or Jefferson City"
"Who's going to start an Arcade here?" Garrett muttered, "I mean, a lot of guys work during the holidays on the farm, or in the production workshop, so who's coming?
"Yet it is not a bad idea," Philip suggested, "Simon had already calculated how many young people who live here would otherwise spend their money in Jefferson City. If we'd have an Arcade here, it is easier to come here instead of goin' al the way to the city, even after work, and they would spend their money here on games, but also on snacks and drinks. Surely there must be an entrepreneur for taking up that idea."
They hadn't looked at it that way yet and they pondered the idea for a while and came to the joint conclusion that it was worth trying. They didn't have much else to do now anyway.
Warmed up in the sun, finishing the big sandwiches, the boys chatted on the porch for a while, until Jim remembered that delivering a package wasn't the only reason for their visit, and he instantly went hard again.
"Philip, now that we're here, maybe you could help us out with this here," Jim said, pointing at the erection straining his trousers, and he grinned at Simon who looked a bit shocked.
"Well, here we go again," Philip thought and rolled his eyes, but he realized he has not been bottomed in quite a while, and he thought, "they are pretty good friends and when Jim is horny and in a good mood, he might even let me top him in return."
Philip told him that it would be okay, and asked if Garrett would too. Needless to say that it's a yes and the four boys went upstairs to Philip's bedroom.
Philip's mum noticed the boys going upstairs and said, "have fun boys, but don't forget to clean up afterwards, I'm not gonna do that for you."
Philip rolled his eyes. "Fuck, she can be embarrassing sometimes!" he said, and the four boys went into the bedroom, and without further ado Philip, Garrett and Jim undressed.
Simon stood a bit uncertain in the middle of Philip's room, not sure what to do next.
When Philip asked Garrett if he would like to have a go as well, he initially thought he had invited Garrett to his own ass. But it soon dawned on Simon that it would be his butt instead.
Philip signaled to Simon to drop his pants and underwear as well and get ready.
With a gentle gesture, Garrett made Simon lean over on his hands and knees and lubed him carefully. Simon shuddered as he felt Garrett's soft hands run over his buttocks, smearing the gooey substance over his hole and gently inserting it with a finger.
"Don't worry Simon," Garrett soothed, "although I'm about the oldest boy allowed to fuck you, I know you're new to this so I'll go easy on you and won't hurt you. Just relax. And if it really hurts, just say it and I'll stop."
"Thanks," said a flustered Simon, but before he could turn his head to look at Garrett, he felt a big warm dick pushing against his hole, and it slowly entered him. He gasped at the intrusion and looked aside to Jim and Philip.
"Dude, you are fucking huge." Jim said to Garrett.
Garrett looked up and smiled at Jim at the exaggeration.
Philip laughed and said teasingly to Jim, pointing at his erection, "Funny. It is not even as big as Garrett's and he is only 14, while you are 15 already."
"Obviously there's something wrong with your eyes because I've still got the biggest of them all here," Jim responded a little defensively.
"Well, mine is almost the same size as yours. So for my age, I'm huge." Garrett said proudly, thrusting his dick further into poor Simon's orifice.
"But enough of this talking shit," Jim demanded, in an attempt to divert attention from this humiliating conversation, "Philip, get on the bed so I can get my rocks off."
Going along with his dominance play, Philip did as he was told and he hopped onto the bed spreading his legs to get ready to be fucked. Jim grabbed the lube and lubed up his cock. He then took some and put it on Philip's asshole. He added more to his fingers and then began to shove his fingers inside Philip's body.
It had been about a month or more since Philip has been bottomed so his ass had tightened up quite a bit. The last time he was bottomed, it was by one of the guys with a smaller dick so it did not stretch his ass out very much. Seeing Jim's cock, he knew that it was going to hurt him a bit.
Jim worked his fingers in and out of the tight hole, and when he was ready, he made Philip lay on his back and got on the bed between Philip's legs. Philip raised his legs up and over Jim's shoulders as his ass lifted off the bed. Jim shoved a pillow underneath his butt to keep it elevated so he could enter Philip easier. He lowered his body guiding his cock towards the little hole.
Philip soon felt the dick head make contact with his tight ass. The more Jim pushed, the more Philip's little entrance resisted. It was almost like a game. He pushed, and his asshole tightened up all on its own, until he had teased Jim enough.
With one final attempt, he shoved his cock hard into Philip's butthole. The head and about three inches of the shaft entered the cavern all at one time. Philip yelped in pain as Jim forced his way inside.
"Hey dude. Take it easy on my ass. No need to be violent," Philip warned, still gasping from the attack at his sphincter.
"Sorry, but it would not go in that easy and I just had to get things started." Jim explained with a devilish grin.
Jim then went a little slower as he pulled back and fed Philip's ass his dick a little at a time until his entire 5.5-inch cock was buried deep within his butt. Once he had bottomed out, resting his balls on Philip's butt, he began to pump in and out until the entire canal was nicely lubricated. When things were all slicked up he picked up speed and began to pound the boy as if he was his bitch.
Jim fucked Philip hard and fast until Philip could feel Jim's shaft begin to grow. He knew this to be the sign that Jim was about to spew his cum into his ass. Although he was a Community Bottom and used to serve lots of boys, Philip was not a big fan of being bottomed, but once he was at it, he did enjoy having his hole filled with warm thick boy cum. And if there were one boy that could fill a hole to the max with cum, it would be Jim. Jim was one of the biggest and best cum shooters the Mackeys had ever had.
"That is it Philip! Your tight ass is doing it to me! I am about to fill you up, dude!" Jim said as he began to pound harder and faster.
Stimulated by the fucking noises and the show Jim and Philip were performing, Garrett started pounding Simon vigorously and the boy groaned.
"Please Garrett," Simon puffed, "you're so big, careful, it hurts."
"Sorry, I'm almost there," gasped Garrett, and with three final deep thrusts, he shot his seed deep into the new Bottom boy.
Exhausted he dropped on the floor, catching his breath, and said to Simon, "boy, this is nice. I had Hugo this morning, and now you. Two new Bottoms in a couple of hours, you really made me cum twice today. Thanks Simon."
Jim and Philip didn't notice the moment of ecstasy next to them.
About all Philip could hear were Jim's balls being slapped against his ass with each and every thrust. Now with Jim sliding easily in and out of his hole, he did not care how long he took. Philip enjoyed the feel of Jim's balls spanking his butt and he was looking forward to having his hole filled with cum.
To help get Jim to release his load Philip contracted his sphincter and said, "Yeah, Baby. Fuck my ass! Pound me good you big stud. Too bad I am not a girl so you could have a mark on your wall. Come on give me that white cum of yours, big boy!"
If Jim had one weakness that would cause him to lose his load prematurely, it would have to be 'dirty talking.' This talk was more than he could handle and within five additional hard pounding thrusts, he was ready to finish. With his last extremely hard thrust, he froze with his entire rod buried deep within Philip's boy pussy. His balls now being emptied deep within the boy's body. Philip could feel his hole filling up with every rope of hot white cum juice.
Jim finished making his deposit and pulled his now dying shaft from the still tight ass. Soon as his dick head exited Philip's ass, his ass clamped shut keeping the semen inside his body. He got off him, and then off the bed. Philip too sat up and got off the bed, some cum leaking from his behind.
"Thanks Philip. I feel much better now, but I'm exhausted. Just let me know when I can return the favor," Jim said panting and made a knowing wink.
After a quick clean up, the boys dressed, Jim and Garrett thanked them and said goodbye to Simon, and the boys left the room with Philip.
When Philip returned after letting Garrett and Jim out, he sat down on his bed, next to Simon.
"Well, that was that," he started, "it was not too bad, though, but it's a pity Jim didn't finish me off right away. He usually does when we're together. Now he's left me horny" He looked at Simon, and asked, "what about you?"
Simon shrugged his shoulders, indifferently. He was in no mood for any pleasure right now. Garrett had not been very rough, but had not been tender, either, and he had already had two other boys up his butt earlier that morning. He was not really looking forward to a fourth dick in him.
"I can handle it," he said flatly, hoping that Philip would understand his lack of enthusiasm, "but this fucking me doesn't make me horny. Just a bit sore."
Philip looked at Simon appraisingly, and after a short silence he suggested, "Well, I can use some relief, if you don't mind."
Simon nodded, assuming that Philip meant a quick jack-off or maybe a blowjob, but to his disappointment Philip moved closer to him and said, "I'm 14 in June, and you're from May, so I'm 11 months older. Just within the age restrictions, right?"
Simon looked at him, questioning but already knowing where this was heading.
"You mean,..." He said disappointed. He had hoped Philip would leave him be, or maybe just wants a hand job.
Philip nodded, looking down slightly embarrassed by his suggestion, but only briefly, and said, "if you don't mind, Simon. It's been a long time since I've fucked a Bottom, and Jim has made me horny. Very horny. And you are a Bottom, so..."
"I think I'm in no position to refuse, right?" Simon mumbled, and he got up reluctantly, opened his shorts again, and dropped them together with his briefs.
While he was on his hands and knees on Philip's bed, Simon didn't even register Philip's dick shoving in and out his ass. His mind was full with all the events. His fourth fuck today, from another Bottom, a best friend of Matthew's, no less. Within 20 minutes after his previous fuck.
His ass felt numb, and very slippery from Garrett's cum and Philip's lubed cock. As soon as Philip shot his load in him and withdrew from his butt, he got dressed.
Before Jim and Garrett came Simon had a good talk with Philip about what life as a bottom is like, what the best tips are, what to accept and what not to accept. He learned that Philip's feelings in the first period after his Choosing were similar to his own, and it made him feel a little less lonely and miserable. Great was his disappointment that Philip, after their pleasant conversation, now simply used his butt for his own pleasure and relief. He started feeling used and depressed again.
"I think I should go,' said Simon and stood up. "Thanks for the conversation, it's good to know what to expect and how to deal with it."
Philip escorted Simon to the door and in the living room they bumped into Philip's mother.
"I assume the clean-up is done?" his Mum said.
"What do you mean?" Philip asked, annoyed.
"Well, I told you to make sure to clean up after the party, and from the sounds I think you all enjoyed it, so a little tidying up will be in order," she said with a giggle causing Philip and Simon to blush bright red.
Simon hurriedly mounted his bicycle and he raced back home.
It was only less than one week, and yet he was already starting to act paranoid and kept looking around on his way home, afraid that he would be stopped by a horny kid just as had happened on his way to the pond for a swim earlier that week.
In retrospect, he realized that going all the way to Brad Wilson yesterday had been very risky, but he felt he should talk to Brad, and luckily nothing had happened along the way. He had assumed that it must be hard for Brad as a newcomer with little friends, still a bit of a stranger here in this tight-knit community. Somehow Simon felt he had to take care of him. But Brad seemed to be coping with it just fine.
He did admire Brad's willpower, who has his tour of duty in the South Territory, where the Mackeys are even more peasants than where he lived.
When he had asked him how he felt about it, to his surprise Brad just had shrugged, and said: "I'll be doing what I have to, I'm a Mackey now and I follow the rules."
Simon had been surprised when Brad told him about how he felt about the initiation at the Choosing: being fucked in public was shameful, but having a boy up his but wasn't that bad. He had been even more surprised when Brad told him that he already visited Alex the day before, and that they even had fucked each other.
"It felt good. I never had sex that way before, but I immediately found why boys like to do this even if they were straight," Brad had explained to him.
"I'm definitely going to do it again. I don't know about you, but since I'm a Mackey's plaything, I'll make the best of it. This member of the Choosing Committee, Thomas, said: `you can suffer or you can enjoy, it's your choice'. I've made my choice," and he had looked greedily at Simon.
"But I'll play by the rules. You got made a bottom, so if I understand the rules for that game, you can't really say no to me. I went through the Choosing Ceremony too as you know. I got fucked as well, and all the boys were cheering as it happened. Real embarrassing. But I'm a full Mackey now."
Simon had been perplexed by Brad's bold, almost blunt attitude, but before he knew it, Brad stood in front of him and had pressed the jar of Vaseline into his hands, unzipped his trousers, and he had softly pushed Simon towards his bed.
He had not been too happy that Brad had fucked him while he just came to support him, but after the initial shock he had surrendered. Although Brad had enjoyed it far more than he had, it was not an unpleasant experience, and Brad was quite tender and playful. Brad was clearly more into this than he was.
While he raced his bike, desperately hoping nobody would halt him for yet another session in his butt, he felt the wetness in his pants.
Back home, he ran up to his room and quickly cleaned himself and changed his underwear.
"Had a good talk with Philip?" Matthew asked empathetically.
Simon didn't answer, but just picked up his soiled briefs and held them up, showing Matthew the cum-stained briefs as an answer, and said, sad and lifeless after this strenuous day, "Four today. Philip was the fourth."
Listless, Simon fell onto his bed with the notepad and pen in hand. Another 4. That is 31 in one week. He still couldn't quite believe that this would be his life for the rest of the next 4 years. In just one week he had already learned that although sex is great, too much sex is only a burden. And above all humiliating because he himself has no say in it. But the most humiliating thing is the straight up and down fucking of 12 and 13-year-olds. They take almost devilish pleasure in a degrading fuck without even caring about his feelings. Their only goal seems to be dominating an older boy by fucking him and to cum, and as soon as they possibly could.
"Dad just got here," Matthew began, "he was looking for you. He wants to talk to you about the Choosing, about those guys who recruited votes to get you and Brad Wilson elected."
Simon's stomach tightened. He really didn't feel like stirring this up at all, this will only lead to misery. On the one hand, he understood that his father couldn't let manipulation go its way, but he also knew very well that in the end he would be the one who would take revenge. This is Mackey Country. Here you don't betray your friends, you keep your promises, and here you take action yourself if something is not right, but you never let someone else, let alone your dad, fix it. And certainly not when it comes to those jerks like Brian and Gavin, the peasants who, apart from a big mouth, didn't have much to offer.
"Oh, and there were some visitors for you as well," continued Matthew, "I've sent them away. But they said they will be back."
"Who were they?"
"First one was Dustin, and when he was gone your buddy Tom showed up."
For the first time in his life, Simon was glad he had missed his friends, but at the same time he felt miserable; this was also a time when he would have liked to seek support from his best friend Tom. But he couldn't forget that Tom had said that he definitely wanted to use his Mackey rights with Simon sometime. He just wanted to be left alone now.
He heard his father coming up the stairs with his heavy step. The bedroom door swung open and Richard entered without knocking.
"Hey guys how are you?"
They muttered a little indistinctly.
"Simon, I want to talk with you about the Choosing, you know, those two guys from South, Brian and Gavin."
Simon sat up on his bed, one leg dangling over the side, the other tucked under him, and looked at his father with reservations.
"I've been checking here and there to see what's been going on, and you know I overheard them after the Choosing when they said they were soliciting votes for you and Brad."
Simon nodded. He had understood that by now, although no one really wanted to say anything about it.
"Various boys and their fathers say that something has happened, but they do not want to say anything. Mackey pride to not want to screw anyone over. But I did make it clear to them that it is even more against the Mackey rules to manipulate or retaliate in a Choosing. That is against tradition and the intention, it eats away the trust within our community."
"Do you already know who is behind it?" Matthew asked.
"No, I did hear Brian or Gavin speak of Old Will Mackey, and knowing him it wouldn't be at all inconceivable. Simon, have you heard anything by now? Or you Matt?"
Both boys shook their heads
"Hmm," grumbled Richard, "but I'll find out. I'll have that Brian and Gavin come to my office tomorrow or the day after and check them out. I'm not just going to let this pass."
"Dad," Simon began hesitantly,
"Yes boy?"
`Well, I don't know, but to be honest, I'm a little afraid that if you start questioning guys like Brian and Gavin about something like that, I think they're not going to say anything in the first place, but instead they're going to take revenge on me."
Richard pondered Simon's words for a moment, but said, "It could be, but abuse will not be tolerated, you know that. And you're a real man in Mackey country, so I expect you can defend yourself against bullies just fine."
Simon hung his head and softly said "Yes sir."
"Don't worry son, it might become a blast right now, but if you let things like this go, you're sure they're going to walk all over you. And I can't afford that in my position. And neither should you, in view of your future position. Think about that."
Richard got up and ruffled Simon's hair. "Come on boy, I get it that you're having a hard time right now, but I know you're made of the right stuff and it's all going to be alright."
Richard walked to the door and said, "we're about to eat, are you two coming down?"
Dinner was a rather taciturn affair that evening. Everyone was busy with their thoughts, and there wasn't much need to talk about it.
Matthew and Simon were still clearing the table when a bicycle was thrown against the front of the house and the kitchen door swung open.
"Hey Si !," Tom blared a bit too loud in his well-known good-natured tone, "you weren't here the whole afternoon, so I thought I'll just drop by now." And he turned to Simon's mother, "is that okay, ma'am?"
Simon's mother laughed at the youthful enthusiasm, but before she could say anything Tom had rushed over to Simon and put his arm around him and said in a conspiratorial whisper, "I ran into Theo this afternoon, what a jerk, man, he was bragging about what he did to you this morning. I gave him a blow that still makes him spin," and he continued louder, "but, what about your plan to rebuild the shed?" and with an impish glance he looked at Simon's father a little defiantly.
Richard couldn't resist such mischievous enthusiasm and said with a grin, "I've already ordered some wood, it should arrive in a day or two. Until then you have time to make a plan how you want to build and decorate it."
As if by magic Simon had forgotten his sad mood and with a wide happy smile on his face he went looking for paper and pencil to work out the plans.
It was already late when the boys finally got tired of thinking about how they were going to adjust the shed, and with their cokes they went to enjoy the sultry summer evening on the porch.
"We have to speed up with this plan," Simon said
"How so?" asked Tom, "does it have to be finished before you get the first visitor tomorrow?" he added teasingly.
He dodged Simon's swipe and spilled his Coke
"Hey, watch out!"
"No, I mean that I'd like to have it ready before we go to the summer mansion. That's in about ten days, I would like to have it finished by then."
"Oh yes, you go to your family mansion in Pogue Hollow Cove. I wish I could come along."
"Yeah, I'd like you to come with us too. I'll ask if you can also come for a few days, that was possible before, remember?"
"That would be cool," Tom sighed hopefully and looked up, "but it's getting dark now, I have to go home now. See you tomorrow, I'll bring some tools from home."
"See you tomorrow!"
Tom swung his leg over his bike, waved and rode off, leaving Simon with a happy smile.