Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of The West – Simon A. Mackey 6
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This is my follow-up on the tales of the Mackey clan as created by Jonas Henley and skillfully extended by Charles Well, Sarge-AKA Aldric, Nick and Sam The Ham. Please have a look at the Introduction for reference.
Thanks to the readers that showed their appreciation, I'm happy that so many enjoy the stories. Also thanks for your suggestions. I really appreciate it and try to use some of these in my stories.
Enjoy,
Nils
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Summer Break
Yo, Simon!"
Simon jumped when he heard the shout. There was Dustin with his ubiquitous goofy grin, charging into the room. He reached his arms out and snaked them around Simon's neck. He pulled Simon's head into his chest and gave him a good-natured squeeze with both arms.
"I heard you're starting with building your own place in the shed today, so here I am. Where are the nails and hammer?"
"Am I ever glad you're going to help me with the shed. I wasn't looking forward to doing this alone." Simon said, beaming with delight at his friend's enthusiasm.
"But let me finish my breakfast first, I've slept in this morning. You want something as well?"
"No thanks, I'm good. Had breakfast already."
In many ways, Dustin and Simon were opposites. Simon was usually quiet and serious and kept his thoughts to himself. He got embarrassed easily and avoided making himself look stupid. Dustin on the other hand was open, never afraid to make a fool of himself, and always smiling. Simon's Mom calls him `gregarious and waggish'. They were together since Kindergarten and apart from the occasional boy's fights, they were getting along very well. Simon the wiser of the two and Dustin the rascal.
As soon as Simon finished his breakfast, Dustin raced to the shed.
"Good, where do we start?" Dustin said looking around impatiently.
"Ehm.., we haven't got any wood yet, so I was thinking about making plans first, then emptying the shed"
"Nâh," protested Dustin, "you make the plans, I need to get my hands moving. I'm not that much into writing and drawing, you know that, don't ya?"
Simon smiled. Yeah, making a solid plan, writing it down, and following that plan doesn't sound like Dustin at all. He just giggled, and before he could comment, Dustin had already disappeared in the shed and started to drag the first things out.
Simon sat down at the table at the back of the house, paper and pencil at hand, continuing on the plans he and Tom had made the evening before.
He was fully absorbed in his thoughts about his new `home base'. He really loved the idea that he finally will get his own room, where he could have his privacy, decorate it the way he liked and not having his brother present when he had friends over.
He was so full of excitement about having his own room, that it didn't even occur to him that it wouldn't actually be his own bedroom replacing the one he shared with Matthew, but actually a place of refuge to receive boys who came to exercise their Mackey rights.
He was so engrossed in his dream that he didn't notice Tom had arrived and was standing behind him.
"Hey !" said Tom, and Simon jerked to his feet in surprise.
"Man, I didn't hear you coming! Why silently sneaking up on me?"
Tom laughed, "I wasn't silent at all, you're just complete absorbed in this castle building plan of yours!" and he bumped fists with Simon and Dustin, who already was sweating from the hard work.
"Let's get the plan ready first," suggested Simon to Tom, "we work on the plan, make the calculations while Dustin is clearing the shed, OK?" and the boys sat down at the table and bowed their heads over the drawing.
"Let's start with choosing a spot for a bed and a chair first, where we make the window, and some shelves or a closet," Tom suggested, "because your plan to also install heating and water for washing makes things complicated. We won't get that done very quickly."
"Yes, you are right, I guess. Besides, it'll be warm weather for the next two months anyway, so heating is more for later in the year. Dad's okay with having it installed, though. Water is not the problem however, there is a hose around the corner, but we have to install a sewer, which is a lot more work."
"It also has to have a window, otherwise it will be a dark hole, that won't make you happy," said Tom.
Much sooner than they had expected, the first delivery of the wood for the transformation of the shed had arrived. They diligently took measurements and sawed the planks to size.
With only a break for lunch, a drink and some work disruption for Simon due to visitors who came for something else than lending a hand, the three boys enthusiastically worked on the new base for Simon.
***
While the boys were busy with their project, Richard had called Gavin and Brian to the Trust's office. Naive as they were, they thought they might have a nice job for the Trust waiting for them. They could use a little extra money, and it was good to have something to do. Chores for the Trust were always better than helping out on the farm, as there wasn't much fun work to do there in the summer, before the harvest anyway.
"Sit down guys," Richard said after letting them in.
"How is it going?"
A little hesitantly they murmured some pleasantries, not quite at ease facing one of the great men of the Trust.
"How did you like the Choosing this year?" Richard asked in an invitingly friendly tone.
"Oh it was great," Gavin responded enthusiastically, "there have never been so many boy showing up, and it was a fun party. Fun, lots of fun."
"Yes, I understood that just about everyone enjoyed themselves," Richard said, "maybe the candidates a little less, but that's the Choosing."
Gavin and Brian nodded in agreement, and Richard continued,
"The Choosing is one of the most important events for boys growing up in our community, as you know." He looked at the boys inquiringly. "And we are committed to our traditions. It is of the utmost importance that it is not tampered with, right?" he added, raising one of his eyebrows.
Gavin and Brian weren't sure what to make of this comment, but they sensed that this conversation wasn't going to be about a fun job. They only nodded.
"The Choosing was, from what I hear from everyone, a great success this year, but there was still something that is worrying." Richard dropped his friendly look now and gave the boys a stern look.
"It seemed that there was some manipulation of the voters this year. If that's true, it would mean that the election would not have been fair, and that boys would have been turned not out of the free choice of the voters, but because voters were pushed to vote for a candidate. Do you recognize any of that?"
Gavin and Brian turned white and glanced at each other. What would he know?
"Well?" Richard asked impatiently.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Brian began, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
"Oh, I sure think you do know," Richard threatened. "You know that cheating and lying in Mackey land will come out sooner or later, and it will have serious consequences. So tell me, what do you know about a scheme to solicit votes for certain boys."
"We don't know anything," Brian said viciously. "There has been no such thing as vote-gathering."
"Are you sure, because if it is, and you have something to do with it, it will certainly have consequences for you." Richard waited a moment to see the boys visibly getting more nervous.
"You know that in the end everything comes together here at the Trust when it boils down to your future here in Mackey country."
"We just said, we don't know anything about this soliciting for votes. And besides, even if votes were recruited, where does it say that that is prohibited? I haven't seen anyone vote at gun point for someone against their will," Gavin argued.
"Is that so?" roared Richard, "just know that this is seen as an attack on the integrity of our institutions, and will not be taken lightly."
"But we don't know anything," Brian cried almost anxiously.
Richard saw in their eyes that fear had triumphed over the boys' bravura. "You have one more chance to come clean. If you do not tell what you know, sooner or later we'll get to know the truth and the consequences will be upon you, without mercy."
"You can't just accuse us," Gavin protested angrily, "this is only because your son was chosen and you don't like that."
"Don't you get impertinent with me, boy" Richard felt his anger rising, and he threatened, "I know there's been a setup. I heard what you said at the after-party myself, and that you were asked to arrange that. I want to know who is behind this. And until that is known, I'll keep an eye on you two and will keep asking around until I get the truth out."
The boys were really scared now, but didn't budge. Their fear for Richard didn't win out over their fear for the revenge of Old Will Mackey and Dale Richter. If it turns out that they spilled, their fate in the family would be sealed.
"We really don't know anything, sir, please let us go."
"I'm not holding you here against your will, you're free to go. But if you don't want to answer," Richard said calmly, "just you know, this isn't the end of this."
"We're out," Gavin said, and the boys ran out of the office.
Richard watched as the boys hurried out. He knew enough. >From what he'd heard them say after the Choosing, plus their reactions now, it was clear that not only they had pushed boys to vote for certain candidates just as some other boys and their fathers already had smugly confessed, but that there was someone else behind this, possibly Old Will Mackey as the boys had said, perhaps more people. He was determined to find out who they were. And why they had done this.
"Who were they?"
Behind Richard stood his father, Thomas Alan Mackey, the head of the Alan clan. He had heard Richard raise his voice in the office next to him and saw the two boys fleeing the building.
"Those two," Richard said, "were manipulating voters during the Choosing."
"What?" shouted Thomas.
"Yes, you heard that right, they recruited voters for certain candidates. That is how Simon was elected. And that boy from the new Wilson family. I overheard them during the after-party at the Choosing."
Richard waited a moment and continued,
"But I wanted to make sure whether it was real or just a swagger. And whether it was their own initiative or an assignment. I heard them say that Old Will Mackey and Dale Richter would be pleased with their actions, so I suspect Old Will has something to do with this. He's a notorious rioter, you know that, so I wouldn't be surprised."
"Old Will Mackey hmm?" Thomas mused, "I think we should talk about this quietly, Richard, because I don't think it's wise to let this get out of hand. If you react so fiercely now that your boy Simon has been turned, people may think that you don't accept the system because it's your boy who is the victim, where you've always been fine with other boys having to sacrifice themselves for the community."
Richard just nodded.
"Come on, we need to talk about this." The two men went inside to discuss the situation while the two culprits ran off, on their way to Old Will.
***
"Shit, shit, shit," Gavin puffed, half out of breath from running away from the Trust office, "he knows for sure."
"Yeah, damn, that's not good. We're screwed. Apparently he overheard us at the after-party at the Choosing. What should we do now?"
"To Old Will. It was his idea, and now we're screwed because of him," Gavin said.
With fear in their hearts, they went to Old Will Mackey and told him their story.
"So you screwed up yourself and now you're coming to me to cry about it?" snorted Old Will after he had heard the story.
"But you made us do it," Brian protested.
"No, I haven't made you," shouted Old Will, "it was a question and you were eager to comply. Besides, you're old enough to say no if you did't want to. And I certainly didn't ask to brag about something like that during a BBQ. You really owe this to yourself."
"But what should we do now?" Gavin asked anxiously.
"No idea, but it's your problem. Now get outta here!"
Brian was stunned. At first Old Will had persuaded them to do such a thing, and when the result were there, he was quite pleased with the outcome of his plan. But now the shit hits the fan, he withdrew his hands from them. That was very unfair. Brian felt anger welling up in him, he's not going to let this happen just like that.
"But wait Uncle Will, you really asked us and convinced us, even when we had our doubts. AND you were very pleased and proud of your plan when Simon Alan and that new kid were turned. So you can't just let us down now. We are at risk of losing our Mackey rights, for now and our future."
"I told you, I didn't ask you to brag about it. You're on your own now. So, scram."
"I don't think so, Uncle Will," Brian said remarkably calmly, "we're all in this now. We want support, otherwise we will be on Richard Alan's doorstep tonight to tell the honest story. Then for sure we will get a beating and who knows what, but that honesty will lead to forgiveness, while telling that you and Dale Richter were behind this and manipulated us into doing this will have some repercussions for you."
"Well goddamn!" snapped Old Will, but he realized he had to be a little more careful about this now. Those guys weren't smart, quite stupid actually, but in their stupidity they could do strange things. So he'd better watch out.
Gavin concluded from Old Will's response that Brian's threat worked and added, "Mr Mackey threatened us with the loss of our Mackey rights if he could prove who was behind it, and then we lose everything here for the rest of our lives. We cannot accept that. You must help us."
"Okay, okay," said Old Will in a calmer tone now, "let me think. So Richard knows what you said, but he doesn't know if it's really true. For that, the guys who actually voted that way have to admit it. Until then, you can maintain that it is boasting, a prank call perhaps, if somebody asks."
The boys nodded.
"We need to get Richard stop his investigation and let things rest. I'll think about how I'm going to make that happen. And until then, make sure none of the voters from last Choosing are going to admit anything about why they voted for Simon or that Wilson kid, got it? And you have to keep quiet now and don't ruin anything else."
"Yes sir," the boys said meekly
"Great, now scram!"
***
It was already approaching the end of the afternoon and while the three boys were still busy with their job, when a visitor came for Simon, the 5th that day.
"Hey," said Zach Mackey, a 13 ½-year-old boy from one of the neighboring farms, "how's it goin'?" He looked around in surprise at the construction site. "What are you guys doing?"
"We're building a separate room for Simon so he doesn't have to do his Mackey duties in his bedroom all the time," Dustin replied, "and that allows Matt to get a little rest too," he added with a grin.
"Ah, makes sense, yes," and after a moment's hesitation, "say Simon, uhm, I see you're busy, but uhm..., I really would uhm...," and he pointed to his crotch, smirking.
Simon sighed and put down the saw he held in his hand. Number five today.
"Whowhowhow !! , wait a moment !" Tom suddenly shouted.
In amazement, Simon, Dustin and Zack watched as Tom slammed down his tools and shot towards Zach with a few big steps.
"I can understand you're here to fuck Simon, but that's off," he said in a menacing tone. "Simon is now working with us on his new place, so no, there will be no fucking right now. And after work, you need to know there's a queue, so take a number and wait in line after me and Dustin. By the way, I intend to take a couple of hours to play with Simon's butt when we're finished with this work, so reckon it will be very late when I'm done with him."
Completely perplexed, the three boys looked at Tom, who could hardly hold back his laughter.
But Zach was so stunned that he took a step back, startled.
"Oh sorry, sorry, I get it, I didn't know that," he stuttered bewildered, "no, sure, if you're first, I'll come back another time. Sorry," and he quickly made his way out.
"What the fuck???" began Simon, still stunned by Tom's unexpected brutal intervention after Zach had disappeared around the corner.
With a huge grin on his face, and actually a bit surprised about his own rash action himself, he said, "fucking four times a day seems like enough, especially if there's still work to be done. And if you need to be fucked a fifth time, then I'll volunteer to be first in line, the rest will have to wait."
Simon looked at his buddy in disbelief and emotion. He couldn't believe that Tom had just sent away a horny client, stood up for him, protected him from another involuntary session of sex. He was really touched and he felt a lump in his throat, although he did have a some mixed feelings about Tom's remark that he himself was next in line and would take a nice long time in his ass.
But it was clear that Tom didn't want to waste any more words because he picked up his tools again and continued with the job, followed by the other two.
It was already getting dark when the boys stopped. Coke in hand, they sat with their backs against the shed, satisfied with the work they had done.
"What about your idea for an Arcade?" Dustin asked.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot," Simon voiced, "I have to work on that too."
"Well, `have to'...," objected Tom, "it's not a must."
"No, really, it's a serious idea. But first the shed, then we will continue with that Arcade. I've already talked to my dad about it, and he had some thoughts about it too. So I won't forget."
That night, 63-year-old Thomas Alan Mackey, the Second Son of the Second Son, the patriarch of the Mackeys, had a lot to think about. After talking to Richard about the manipulation of the voting at the Choosing and being confronted again with the humiliating fact that his grandson, future chief of the Mackeys of the West, was now a Community Bottom, he had received a call from Old Will Mackey. Saying that he had not really enjoyed that conversation was an euphemism. He knew Old Will Mackey had done him a great service during the war in the Pacific in 1944, and he owed him for it, but what he was asking now was beyond all bounds. But they agreed to talk about it tomorrow.
In his bed, Simon contemplated the day. He was happy with building his own room, and realized that there was a beginning of acceptance of his new life. But foremost he was happy how Tom `saved' him. Again, he became a little emotional.
***
The following days, the boys worked hard on the shed despite the sometimes sweltering heat, and the work progressed steadily.
They had started early to avoid the summer's heat and at noon, the boys lay in the shade resting a bit and having a drink.
"Pfew it's hot," said Dustin, "we're crazy to work like this in this heat. How about we go for a swim now? Then we will continue with the work after it has cooled down a bit."
"I think that's not a bad idea, to be honest," answered Tom, "the work is progressing fine. We've been working for days now, yeah, I'd like to go swimming."
Simon stared uneasily at the ground and didn't respond. Deep in his heart, he also wanted to go swimming, and indeed the shed could wait an afternoon. But he feared the walk to the pond. He definitely didn't like the experience last week and he absolutely didn't feel like having to get on his knees or being bent over for a horny Mackey, with a bit of bad luck even having spectators, too.
"Ehm, I think I stay here," Simon said timidly, "I'd rather work on the shed."
Tom looked at him, and saw the sadness in Simon's eyes.
"You're afraid to go there, aren't you?"
Simon nodded.
"But if you stay here, you will get visitors anyway, so come with us," he tried to persuade Simon.
"Yeah, I know, I cannot avoid them, but I'd rather have them here than there in public. Everyone will be swimming but me. Sorry, but I won't come with you."
"We can stay close together and not let anyone come near you," Dustin suggested. He hated the idea to leave Simon behind. Swimming in the pond was something they had done ever since they learned to swim, and hardly ever went without one another.
"I wish you could, but I don't think that'll work," said Simon, "you know the Mackey rules, I cannot refuse, and you're not allowed to block others from using me."
Dustin and Tom looked at each other. They definitely wanted to swim, but also hated it to leave Simon behind. Yes, they realized that they most like were not able to protect Simon against horny boys at the pond. They very well knew that after swimming and being naked in the sun, most boys hardly can resist the urge for sexual pleasure and they themselves had enjoyed some fun with a Bottom last year at the pond.
But swimming was too tempting to resist, and after a some minutes of hesitation, they eventually set off, leaving Simon behind.
***
Richard had told his old man about his suspicion of Old Will Mackey to be the evil spirit behind the voters' manipulation and he was destined to pay the old man a visit. Thomas Alan was not that eager to stand up against Old Will. But when Richard had asked him why he was so hesitant, he just had sighed and simply said that it was something between them, something from the war.
"I cannot go into details, but I owe Will Mackey," Thomas said reluctantly, "I sure don't like what he did, if the allegation is true, but even then, it's not a crime for which I'm willing to sacrifice our relation."
"Then I'll pay him a visit and see where we'll go," grumbled Richard angrily and got in the truck and drove straight to Old Will's cabin.
The chat with Old Will Mackey didn't go well. From his reactions, the fierce denial, and strong words he used, Richard now knew for certain that Old Will knew more about it and even was behind this, and maybe even someone else as well.
At some point they almost came to a fight when Richard in his frustration had accused Old Will of sabotage of the Mackey traditions and his lack of community sense. Everyone knew that Old Will wasn't too fond of working hard for his money, and that he tried to weasel out of any project, especially when it came to making community contributions.
When Richard in his anger referred to that, the old man sprang up, fist raised, shouting:
"I pay the retribution for the Mackey Trust and land leases, and what I do with State and Federal taxes is none of your goddamn business!"
Richard realized that further discussion was pointless. "I'm not done with this, Will, know that sooner or later the truth will surface, and then there will be consequences." Richard turned and left the cabin angry and frustrated.
"What a jerk, but I'll have him," he muttered to himself.
He hated that man. Everyone knew he made lame excuses to avoid cooperating with anything that was not is his direct own interest, was always against a new idea without ever contributing anything himself, and yet he had always gotten away with it, as if no one dared arguing with him.
But Richard was determined to break this resistance and he knew that many in Mackey land would support him. He just needed to find a way to make that happen.
***
After his two friends left, Simon lowered himself in the old armchair Dustin had dragged to the shed for Simon. He hung lazily in the shade sipping on a coke, not moving too much in the heat. He was happy with the progress of the work, and although the room wasn't ready yet, it was close to finish.
The room could now be closed with a door, and they had made window in it to get enough light in it. It has some scaffolding where a bed would be made with a mattress. The finish was not ready yet, they had already put some shelves against the wall, but the lighting was still to be installed. The painting to finish it off would be the last part of their project.
In the warm summer air, tired from working, Simon dozed off. He had been sleeping for almost one hour when his mom woke him when she brought him a snack and something to drink.
"Where are Tom and Dustin?" she asked.
"They went to the pond."
"And you didn't go with them?" she asked a bit surprised.
"Yep." He was not really in the mood to explain her why he didn't follow his friends, but his mom, obviously not realizing that it might be an awkward situation for Simon, just asked persistently, "Why not?"
"I just don't feel like it, Mom," Simon said a bit annoyed.
"Not swimming with your friends, that's very unlike you, Si," she replied, but when she looked at Simon's face and saw the mix of annoyance, sadness, and despair, she realized that he was dodging his new Community services that will certainly be requested at the pond. She couldn't blame him.
"Ah, I see," she said understandingly, "it's OK, Si, I understand." She looked at him pitifully, shook her head and left.
Simon didn't feel like working on the shed for now. It was too hot, for this work he needed some helping hands, and his head wasn't in it.
It was a very warm summer's day, and clearly every boy was either playing at the pond or in the river, or doing nothing, like Simon. He lowered himself again in the armchair and closed his eyes, enjoying the warm sun.
"Hey Simon,"
Simon looked up. Greg Ellis, a boy from his class placed his bike against the tree and walked up to Simon.
"Hi," Simon replied, wondering why Greg would be visiting him while almost every boy was at the pond or the river.
"I was bored, so I thought, maybe you're home and we could do something together," Greg cautiously said.
Although Greg was in his class, they didn't interact very much these days. It used to be more common, and he liked Greg quite a bit. But somehow over time it had become less.
Greg lived more on the edge of the neighborhood, just barely in the real Mackey Territory, and Greg and his family were not Mackeys. However, their family had lived there for many decades, and they had already grown a bit with the Mackeys, but they were not actually part of it and so did not really know in detail about their traditions.
"What are you building here?" Greg asked, pointing to the shed and building materials scattered around, tossed to the ground by Tom and Dustin when they left for the pond.
"Oh that, I'm building my own room in the shed."
"Why?"
"I don't have my own bedroom, I share it with Matthew, and I want a place to have some privacy."
"That's cool, dude. Just a little too hot to work right now, isn't it?"
"Yes, you're right, that's why I'm taking a break now."
"Do you feel like going to the pond?"
"Nâh, not really. Tom and Dustin were here this morning and they went to the pond, but I'd rather stay here for a while."
"Too bad, I could use some cooling down to be honest, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I do, but now I don't feel like going to the pond. I'm too busy now. I'll get the water hose when I want to cool off," and he pointed to the hose behind the shed.
Greg mused for a moment and suggested, "yes, the pond will be busy now, I think. Is it OK if I stay here? We'll use the water hose to cool off."
Without waiting for an answer, Greg walked over to the hose and turned the tap on a little, and the water started flowing.
"Aahhh," Greg exclaimed, holding his hand in the cold water, "come on Simon, let's get wet," and he opened the tap completely and teasingly aimed the hose at the armchair. Simon darted quickly to avoid the jet of water, and in one smooth move he scooted to Greg, and in no time he had snatched the hose from him and aimed it at him instead.
"Hey, watch out, I'm soaking wet," Greg yelled playing along, but the game was on and the boys wrestled to get hold of the hose to spray the other one.
The two 13-year-olds frolicked like 4th graders, until they were soaking wet and covered in mud and grass.
Exhausted, they finally rolled over each other, laughing, pointing at each other's muddy faces.
"I think we should clean ourselves," Greg said, "I can't come home like this, all covered in mud."
Without hesitation, they undressed quickly, threw their wet clothes in a heap, and clad in their white briefs, they took turns under the cold water.
They hadn't played together like this in ages, and they were absolutely enjoying it.
"That was fun," Simon sighed and he looked sideways at Greg.
Strange, thinking about it, that they hadn't been playing together for quite some time, while it used to be much more. At school, they nowadays hardly spent time together, but there was no fight or anything, it just seemed that they had grown apart a bit. He thought Greg was quite nice, with a sense of humor, and above all, a boisterous boy, a few months older than he was. His voice had deepened a little and was already cracking now and then, clearly he had entered puberty.
Simon was actually happy that he had some harmless company now, because Greg was not Mackey, and had not undergone a Choosing. So there was no risk of being engaged in sexual acts whether he liked it or not.
Still reminiscing the boyish romp, they let themselves dry on the grass in the sun.
After a couple of minutes Greg said,
"Damn, my underwear is still wet and sticky, it's starting to itch. Shall we take them off?"
"Ehm I dunno."
"It's not comfortable, these wet briefs, and I don't care, we've been skinny-dipping before."
Skinny dipping was indeed common, though Simon hadn't done it in a while in front of Greg, but what the heck, he thought, and got up and slid the wet white briefs over his knees and kicked them aside with one foot.
The boys talked for a while about the things that occupied their minds and what they found interesting. They were still just laying completely naked, with their boyhoods in the open, out for exhibition for anyone that cared to look. And both boys took glances at each other.
Jumping to a different subject in their conversation, Greg said he had heard some rumors about the Mackeys, and that his parents told him not to engage too much with the Mackeys, without explaining exactly why that was.
Simon looked surprised but also a little indignant at Greg.
"Why not deal with us?" he asked feeling a bit anger rising.
"They didn't say that, but you Mackeys would have strange traditions that you keep hidden from others."
Simon didn't know what to say so quickly. Yes, the Mackeys had indeed their traditions, but why were they strange? He would like to tell Greg about some (not all off course) to show him that there was nothing strange at all, but he knew he couldn't talk to him about it.
"Well, um," he stuttered, and protested, "our traditions are not strange. We are just very close with families and stuff, but calling that strange..."
"No offense," Greg glossed over, "that's what they say. I've known you for many years and I think you're pretty cool, and so do most other Mackeys. What I do find strange is that you call all families Mackeys here, while factually not everyone is related and you have different surnames. At school you also call each other cousins, while I think it must have been split generations ago."
Simon just mumbled something unintelligible.
"Say Simon, is it true that one of your secret traditions is about sex?"
Simon's evasive answers had made Greg even more curious, and he sensed that some of the gossip had to be true.
"Ehm, haha, well," Simon tried to avoid an answer, "if I say something about it, it's no longer a secret tradition."
Greg looked at him with a look that betrayed he already knew enough now.
"So it's about sex," he concluded, and looked at Simon intently, "Oh man, that's so weird."
Greg sighed more in desire than disapproval.
"Geesh, you don't know weird until you know more about our Mackey traditions, even sex weird, and no I'm not going to tell you."
"So it's true that you Mackey boys play with each other like normal boys and girls play? With sex that is?"
Simon didn't react but his body language showed Greg that he was right.
"Come on man, tell me, I can keep it a secret. It's because there's some gossip going on, and I don't mind if it's something considered wrong. I'd hate it if you and the Mackeys were spoken of badly when it's not true, I like you too much."
With a sigh, Simon gave in and shared some things about their traditions. A bit hesitant at first, he only talked about what he knew how the Trust distributed all property and usage rights as fairly as possible between the Mackey families, but when Greg revealed that that wasn't the secret he was referring to, Simon couldn't help but say that there were indeed some rules about sex.
"What kind of rules?" Greg insisted, and already jumped to the conclusion, "so guys have sex with each other, right?"
Simon nodded, and hastened to explain that this was mainly intended to prevent teen pregnancy and that it worked very well in Mackey country: not a single incident for many years, while it is very different in the rest of the country.
"So the rumor is true that there are boys who do butt sex? And that there are even special rules for that?"
Simon was upset that such rumors were known outside of Mackey Territory.
"Where do you get this from?" he asked worriedly, "do the adults talk about this?"
"No, they don't talk about it, at least not explicitly; it's something that the young people discuss among themselves. It's just gossip, and I put them together to get a picture and then fill in myself what I'm missing. But you have now nicely disclosed the missing information, thank you," he said with a mischievous grin.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, about sex with boys and rules and stuff, I thought I heard something about that, but I wasn't sure. Now you've admitted it, sort of."
"So it's not a widespread rumor then?" Simon asked, a bit relieved.
"No, at least not that I know of."
He was now clearly getting horny at the thought of boys having unrestricted sex and it was only natural that talk would eventually get around to sex.
"So Simon, who are you thinking about when you're jacking off?"
"Patricia Richter. You?"
"Clara Henderson, she was from eighth grade last year."
"Yeah, I can imagine that," Simon made a kissing face and licked his lips, "she is absolutely gorgeous."
"Sure, she's got amazing tits." Greg looked over to Simon for his corroboration.
"She does have nice tits indeed, but she never would let us do anything with her."
"But tell me, what about those rules?" Greg went back to the previous subject of their chat.
Simon sighed, knowing that Greg wouldn't rest until he has got an answer, and he told Greg that there were indeed rules about community service for and by boys, and that could include butt sex.
"So anyone can do it with anyone?"
"Yep, of their own free will, everyone can do what they want, but there are only a few boys who really have to do the job and can't choose or refuse."
"Really? So there are boys who are always available to have sex with?" Greg looked at him questioningly.
"Yes," Simon confirmed, and added almost whispering.
"And I'm such a boy."
His heart skipped a beat when he said that, he didn't even know why he had said that, especially not since Greg didn't ask, and even more so because Greg wasn't even a Mackey.
"Cool." Was the only thing Greg could say. He didn't react directly on Simons confession, instead he concentrated on the increasingly horny feeling from his loins.
Greg took a look at Simon's pubic hairs and pointed, "I can't believe you got more than me."
"Why?"
"I'm older."
"Only by a couple of months, and everyone develops at their own pace, you know that."
"So I'm still older, why would I have fewer hairs? You're supposed to have less hair, or thinner hair, or something."
"Your hairs are a bit blond, so they don't show like my brown pubes."
"Well, my hairs down there aren't even blond."
"They are so. They're blondish."
"They don't look it."
"That's because they're wet. Hair always looks darker wet."
"It's not wet."
"We've been roughhousing with the hose, remember, so they're still wet."
"We've been out of the water for half an hour!" Greg exclaimed.
"Look, see, they're dry already..."
To prove his point Greg leaned over and ran his fingers through the small bush of Simon's pubic hair just above the root of his flaccid cock, which twitched at the touch and filled out a little more as Greg continued to move his fingers back and forth through Simon's pubic area.
"See, they're dry. I don't get it. You not only got more, but they're tighter and starting to make more of a bush. I just got a nest of thin fluff."
"You got more than just thin fluff. Besides, I like the color of yours."
Greg's pubic hairs were nothing special, just a small very light brown bush, but still developed enough to show he was 13. Simon's were a nice soft brown. They looked good on the boy, as did Greg's, which actually were a little blondish, especially here in the bright sunlight.
"Well, ehm, Simon, I mean, uh,...Simon, since were both...you know... naked.... Ehm, I'd like to have a closer look..., if that's okay, I mean, since we're both naked and all."
Simon was stunned. Did he really want to do this? He knew that Greg just wanted a close look at his pubes, but really...?
As soon as Greg had asked his question and remarked Simon's hesitation, he realized how inappropriate it was and looked down, embarrassed.
"Greg,...It's cool. You can look. I don't mind. It's no big deal."
"You serious?"
Simon silently nodded.
"Sweet. You are the coolest. You don't think I'm a ... I mean I'm a boy, touching your ..."
While Simon thought that Greg just wanted a closer look at his dick, or maybe touch it, Greg himself had taken Simon's silent nod as an agreement to move on, to do what apparently any Mackey boy was allowed to do to Simon. He was determined to enjoy it as best he could.
But first, he was going to take the view in, even his cock has starting to leak and a drip of precum fell from the tip to land on his thigh.
"Can I have a look at your backside too?" Greg asked shyly.
Simon was puzzled and thought about asking why and considered refusing, but without even knowing why he'd give in to such a request from his class mate, he turned on his belly and spread his legs to allow Greg a good look, and Greg moved over and knelt between Simon's outstretched legs.
Greg looked at Simon's back, already deepened brown in the summer sun, multiple days of skinny dipping in the creek lessened the contrast between the white exposed buns and the strong back somewhat. Right below the tan line the two mounds of flesh rounded out to make a full, but definitely not fat, butt. The beautiful buns ended at the crack which Greg's eyes followed downward, to where the cheeks began to separate toward the base where Simon's legs met.
Greg looked in the valley, to where that hole was, the cheeks just barely separated to give only the tiniest hint at the hidden spot.
Aroused, Greg let out a moan of pleasure, and he couldn't stop a leak of precum, now to fall down onto Simon's leg.
"Can I touch you?"
But before Simon could answer, he reached down with both hands, and took the pair of warm globes into his hands and felt the silky soft flesh. He gave a light squeeze and felt the buns quivering al little, feeling the response in the ass cheeks. This was heaven. This really was. Greg almost kneaded into the buttocks, wanting more of that warm feeling as he slowly opened the ass-cheeks and got an even better glimpse inside.
"Are you done?"
"Almost," Greg replied in a hoarse voice.
He grabbed a firmer hold of those soft buns and held them open to reveal the small slightly open hole at the center of the crack. Greg just stared in astonishment at the sight before him.
"Wow..."
"What?" Simon was already used to having boys touching him there, but usually it was just to open his crack, greasing it and penetrate him. This was different. This boy was admiring his butt, caressing it. He didn't know what to think of it.
He tilted his head back a bit, feeling strange just lying there while another boy's warm hands were holding his butt cheeks open.
Greg had his dick at full mast, full bloodied and swollen, sticking straight up in a hardness that only young boys can get.
"Fuck, Greg!" Simon couldn't resist to reach out when he saw Greg's erection. This was a seriously thick cock. OK, maybe it isn't amazing on a 13 year old; but it looked huge viewed from his angle, realizing that this was someone from his class. He wasn't even sure he could get his hand around this piece of meat.
He reached over to try to get his fist around it.
"Nope, can't do it," Simon said absently.
"Ahh, That feels good, Simon."
Simon pulled his hand back at this, much to Greg's chagrin.
"Oh, man. That's nice, please go ahead, it's okay with me." Greg sighed.
"No, I'm cool."
"You know...," Greg began as he slipped his hand down and cupped Simon's ass.
"What?"
"Nothing, it's just so ..." I can't say beautiful, Greg thought, but he really thought it.
Simon felt the boy's hand on his rump, slowly moving lower from his back towards his buns, the fingers pushing inside, snaking through the cleft, held open by Greg's left hand and moving further in his valley. He stiffened, ready to slap the hand away and protest, telling the boy he was not a Mackey, so he had no right to do this. But he didn't. The soft strokes, the appraising soft sighs, and the wonderful tender feeling of the warm hands on his butt mesmerized him.
He couldn't be mad at this boy that had the affront to do what he was doing, so openly in the back yard at the risk of Simon's mom walking in on them.
The problem was that Simon had taken to accepting these things as being normal since he was assigned to his Mackey Community Duties, to being a Bottom who slowly but surely will drift away from knowing right from wrong in these sexual manners. It's why he let Greg cop a good feel before he even considered to protest. It seemed too late to protest now; Greg had already had his naked buns in his hands, squeezed the right butt cheek pretty good a few times, trailed his fingers along the soft valley, pulling it slightly open. There was no doubt as to where Greg's interest was now, as Simon felt the tip of a finger pull slightly against his anal ring, run around that sensitive muscle, pull back and then dip into the hole.
"Uhmphh".
The finger easily slipped in his hole. It wasn't far in, but there was definitely a fingertip on the inside. Greg pulled the fingertip back and then plunged it in again, giving small strokes into just the outer portion of Simon's most private muscle while Greg's hard dick met the soft resistance of Simon's left butt cheek and left a slick trail as he pressed it higher up.
Greg leaned forward and whispered into Simon's ear:
"Simon, let me fuck you."
"What? No!" but Simon didn't pull away, or even say it loudly. He wasn't sure what will be going on next, but he was pretty sure he didn't want that. Greg is not a Mackey. He is a boy from his class. He cannot just fuck him.
Greg leaned right up against Simon's ear again and said,
"Come on Simon, you said yourself that you do it all the time, my dick is already moist with precum. I can slide my dick it in nice."
He moved his finger around some more as Simon strained to come to his senses.
"You like this," he whispered seductively in Simon's ear, hoping it would sway the squirming boy to a yes.
With these words, he moved his hand further into the crack and slipped another half inch of his finger up into Simon's hole. Simon gasped and strained himself. He definitely had never imagined that he would let another kid from his class finger him in the open. Still it was hard to deny that this felt good, at least a little. He didn't want it to, but it did.
Greg reached for Simon's hand that was resting near his head, while his own left hand continued exploring the tightness of the boy's hole.
Simon felt the penetrating finger sliding around easily despite being pinched by his sphincter, and he tried not to moan from the playing with his muscle and the penetration by the exploring finger. Greg pulled Simon's hand down his inner thigh and place it on the hardness of his dick and the roundness of his balls.
Simon knew what Greg wanted and while his brain said no, he softly squeezed the throbbing penis and caressed the soft balls, making Greg moan and shiver with delight.
"Oh yeah, Simon, that's good, please don't stop."
Keeping one hand fully on his ass, Greg moved further up close behind Simon and put his left hand on Simon's side, massaging those soft buns with his right hand.
"Ooh," Simon moaned, and raised his butt a little, letting go of the warm, hard penis.
"That was cool," Greg thought as he saw Simon's reaction and the hole wink at him, as if an invitation. He released the desirable cheeks and leaned forward, bringing his cock up, dripping along the lower crack.
The head of his cock first slid along the skin of the soft cheeks and then with the lubrication of dripping precum slipped between the buns, nestling snuggly in the cleft. Greg leaned forward, hovering just a fraction of an inch above Simon's back, enough to feel the warmth of his skin radiating.
Then, when he heard the restrained whispered gasp of anticipation from the bottom boy, he lowered his weight onto him, almost eliciting a contented sigh.
Holding back, Greg's penis was throbbing and at a very tense rest between Simon's bottom cheeks. But that tight dark opening hole was just too much an invitation.
"Can I, please Simon?" Greg asked whispering, closing in on the pristine intimacy of the moment, "Can I put it in?"
Simon exhaled, already lost in the intoxicating feeling caused by lovely tender strokes over his buns and the play from the fingers with his sensitive opening, and then gave an almost inaudible, "OK."
"Sweet."
Greg flattened out against Simon's rump, pushing his rigid cock further down the naked valley. He couldn't help but repeat it and try a few more times and slid his penis back and forth in the valley.
"Oh ... oh fuck ...oh gawd I'm gonna cum on your ass, or between it, and I want to cum inside your ass. Are you ready?"
As he asked, Greg pulled up a bit, reached down and took his dick slickened with precum, and moved the head farther down the valley and placed it at the inviting hole.
Simon felt the head pressed against his crack, and could tell as it was dragged down between his cheeks that the precum had slickened Greg and himself up, possibly sufficiently, but as he felt the head now pressing against and then into his expecting hole, he called a halt. He had never done this without Vaseline, lotion, or something.
"No, wait. You have to put more lubrication on it. To make it slicker, `cause I think it'll hurt if you don't; I don't want it to hurt."
"I'm already pretty slippery. C'mon, please Simon, I'm going to cum real quick now."
"No, just hold it. I got some stuff. Promise."
Greg rolled off, though he almost came just from seeing another unobstructed view of Simon's beautiful bubble butt, when Simon got up and walked back to the shed.
Simon returned with the Vaseline and handed it to Greg. With his left hand, Greg popped off the lid of the Vaseline and with his right hand slathered his dick carefully, saying how nice his butt was, how tempting the little hole.
Greg ran his fingers over Simon's anal area, spreading the lubricant around, still complementing Simon with his fine round bubble butt, he wasted no time dipping the middle finger back into the anal well by an inch or more. Even while he was talking, he let another finger teasingly play with the outer ring. Simon figured it wouldn't be long before he had two fingers up his hole.
Even now one finger was moving inside while the other was still teasing, Greg was lost already in the warmth of the tissue surrounding his finger, in the ease of the access despite the still tightly squeezing sphincter, and in the openness of the boy that was letting him do this, as well as the forbidden nature of it all.
"Unnhhoohh." Simon moaned as he felt the insistent curiosity of a second finger snake its way into his hole and run alongside the other finger, both now plunged upward an inch and a half and more, stretching open his young opening and then retracting his fingers from the tight hole.
"Oh yeah, I want it," Greg sighed, rejecting Simon's only half-heard plea to stop and he admired the illicit and erotic feeling of the most confined space he invaded with his fingers.
Simon groaned, thereby opening himself up again for Greg. As soon as he did so, he felt the second hand re-enter his crack, and Greg's fingers began teasing his hole even more. Greg's finger moved around, massaging, and gently tugging at the anal ring.
"Yeah, it's a really nice butt," Greg said softly to himself, and then louder, "And I really like your hole, Simon. Is that weird?"
Simon smiled. He couldn't even help it. Yes, of course it was weird. This was all weird.
"No, it's not weird. Look Greg, I'm used to this, you know, but you're no Mackey, you shouldn't do this."
"You already said you let me fuck you, Simon, so it's okay."
He then got into position behind Simon and pointed his dickhead deeper in the hidden valley. He watched his dickhead plunge into and be swallowed by the fleshy mounds. The boy's own weight drove the head onward and he easily penetrated the tight hole that then quickly wrapped and squeezed the first inch of shaft after the head, and with one steady move, he plunged deep into the warm bowels. There was already the feeling of impending orgasm.
From the moment Simon felt the slicked dickhead at his back door pressing in for entry, he braced himself for the opening of his hole. As the dick advanced inward it stretched his hole wide, he pressed back, subconsciously attempting to keep the dick from pulling back, keeping the stretched hole from being tugged backward, as well, while his anus grew accustomed to it's new width.
Greg knew that he didn't have long before he'd shoot a load, but he had to stop and appreciate the incredible view, and the irresistible offer before him. He moved his hands, one per cheek, up along each side, getting a full feel of Simon's ass, squeezing lightly as he went deeper in. He rotated his hands along the delicious orbs and went back down again. Simon waited patiently while his ass was felt up.
Indeed, Greg barely managed to push in and pressed at those cheeks when he felt the familiar rush coming. It was as if Greg tried to literally crawl into Simon's body when an sudden eruption of warm cum flooded his insides. Greg groaned out his orgasm.
Even as he felt his bowels being filled with the warm sperm of another boy, Simon concentrated on handling the teenagers cock filling his back end. At the same time, Greg's body was trembling in orgasmic joy, while his mind was looking for an answer as to why he was even doing this.
As he slowed his pumping with his post-coital decline, Greg leaned forward, burying the whole of his 4.5 inches in Simon's ass, finally becoming aware of the boy's panting and moans, and when Simon thought Greg would retreat, he instead felt the warm dick inflate again and starting to move in and out in slow strokes.
Greg showed no sign of pulling back or moving. He finally caught his breath.
"I'm not done yet, Simon. I'm still hard as a rock, and I want more of your ass. I want more of moving in and out of your hole. Your butthole is so tight, Simon. It feels so great."
"But you've already..." Simon started to protest, "you've already cum in my butt."
"Yeah," Greg said, feeling the second rush come into him as he thought of what lay just ahead, "I came in your butt,... but I haven't fucked your butt, yet. And that ..."
Greg took a deep breath.
" ... and that, Simon....that is what I want to ..."
Simon felt the re-expanded dick stretch him open more as it slid in to the hilt, jarring his butt and quivering those soft but sturdy buns.
"Aauhghh !. Fuck!" Simon groaned, as another drive inward hit his prostate and the fully stretched his deeper inside.
2 and a half inches pulled out this time and slid back in.
"Uhhmph ... ungh ... okay..."
Simon was suddenly acutely aware that he was soon going to be at the mercy of this non-Mackey boy again. He did not wish for this to be the case, but it was coming nonetheless. He relaxed his body and lay, his own erect penis rocking into the beach towel under him. He gave in and accepted what was coming. Greg followed the body in its relaxation without missing any rhythm in his in and out slide, no longer pounding, but almost making love to the still tight 13-year-old bottom.
Simon felt the hands move up to his sides and grasp a hold, and his body was pulled back on to the dick.
Greg raised himself a bit and looked between their bodies, admiring the view a bit more before he thrusted back in. He paused again and admired the view once more. The cheeks bulged out at the crack around the thickness of his dick, those lovely cheeks, which were on one of the finest asses available in Mackey Territory, but there was only so long that Greg could stare. The constant squeeze of that asshole was calling him. Though he wasn't in danger of coming anytime soon after he had already squirted in this fine ass, the heat, grip, and overall sensation of Simon's ass felt so much better in motion. Greg began pumping again, with a few periodic pauses, but this time around for the next five minutes his movements were varied in rhythm, force, speed.
The breathing and grunts of pleasure became more erratic, signaling his impending orgasm, sure to be the second unbelievable ejaculation in Simon's ass. As it approached, he took more control of this boy and this ass that he was relishing.
The rhythm sped up and Greg's moans announced his coming orgasm. It wasn't taking very long, just as he said it wouldn't. But when the final thrill hit, he grabbed Simon's waist to bury himself in the ass and let his juices flow again deep inside his friends ass.
Even after Greg had cum for the second time, Simon noticed no change in the width of the dick keeping his asshole lodged open, and even felt what still seemed to be a steely dick deep in his rectum. Greg stayed there, deep in Simon, laying on this warm body, until ultimately his dick deflated and slowly slipped out of the warm hole.
Greg rolled off Simon's back, and sat up. Simon turned on his side, his back towards Greg, allowing him a good view on the mounds where he just had deposited two loads of his young boy semen. The boys were now entering the post-orgasmic shame period, something not helped by the view Greg had of the cum slowly leaking out of Simon's ass, down to the back of his balls. His focus was on the embarrassment of it and on the continuing question in his head of why on earth he was doing this to his friend.
The silence between the two boys was just beginning to grow awkward when they heard Simon's mother approaching.
"Hey boys, would you like a drink? It seems you could use something after so much activity on such a hot day," she asked them, "and a cold shower can't hurt either, I see," she added, looking at the still slightly inflated members of the sweating boys.
Greg didn't know where to look in embarrassment and quickly tried to hide what's left of his erection, but Simon rolled his eyes and just said, "Thanks, Mom, a Coke would be nice. And maybe a snack?"
And to Greg: "let's get the hose, we're going to rinse and fresh up."
Refreshed by the cold water, the boys sat at the table, coke in hand.
"You can't say anything about this to others, Greg." Simon warned.
"I know. You can rely on me. I'm not going to tell anyone. I loved it very much. I now understand why you Mackeys do that. I'd like to be a Mackey for that too. Could I ever do it again with you, please?"
Simon just smiled without answering. He knew it wouldn't be just this one time with Greg, whether he refused or not.
After dinner, Dustin and Tom came by again to do some more work on the shed.
They had taken the guest mattress from the attic and placed in the shed. Satisfied they stood in the shed and looked at the result. It wasn't finished yet, of course, but it was really starting to look like it, especially now that the mattress was laid out. Just a little remaining work and it will be ready for use.
"Who would you like to do first?" Dustin asked with a devilish grin on his face. Simon was perplexed. He had known Dustin for so many years and they were good friends who had regularly helped each other when there was a fight with bigger boys, played together endlessly, roamed the area, and he had helped a lot with the shed this week . But now he was fairly disappointed in Dustin, who apparently saw him currently more as an object to be fucked, less as a friend.
As if stung by a wasp, Tom sprang up and reached out to attack Dustin, but before he had the chance, Dustin quickly said, "hey, just kiddin', come on guys it's just a joke. Don't be so tense. We all know what this shed is meant for."
"Leave him Tom," pleaded Simon, "it's okay, we know who said it"
"Hmm," grumbled Tom, and continued to Dustin, "I thought you were a friend, and now it seems like your only reason to come here is just to fuck Simon. There's more to friendship than just that, you know."
"I'm not here just for that, and you know that," Dustin said defensively.
"Well, in the six days you've been helping, you've fucked Simon three times, not to mention the first day after the Choosing. That's four times in less than two weeks. Did you ask Simon if he wanted that?"
"He's a Community Bottom," Dustin protested, "so I don't have to ask if he's up for it."
"That's exactly my point, asshole," Tom snapped, "every Mackey can indeed just do his thing, but you would expect from a friend to take his feelings into account as well. That's what friends are for."
Dustin's face turned red, part embarrassment, part anger at the rebuke, but he realized that Tom was basically right. With a grumpy look he walked away, and went into the house, got a glass of water and sat down at the kitchen table, sulking.
He was confused. His whole life had changed over the last weeks. He had been to the Choosing last year and that has been a shocking experience, but he wasn't chosen. For him not much had changed, apart from the fact that sex was now more prominent in his life. He had entered puberty around the same time, his first jerk-off session, and after the Choosing he had actually engaged in sex activities with the new Bottoms, boys of his own age at first, and later older boys as well. But that was once in a while, and with boys he didn't have much to do with.
Now Simon was chosen that has changed. His long-time friend, the boy he knew pretty much all his life, who he trusted, was now suddenly part of his sexual desires. He didn't understand. Why was this? Is he a queer?
His brain became foggy when he pondered about his feelings. Apart from just being horny, he actually admired Simon's buns when he saw them exposed at the Choosing. He had seen Simon naked before, of course, but that was different. Swimming in the nude was quite common when there were no girls or adults around, changing for PE, but the Choosing was different: it was actually about sex. And his dick had sensed that and hadn't gone down that whole event. Worse, later that night, in his bed, he had sort of dreamed about how it would be to shove his dick in Simon's nice butt he had been viewing that day, even touched.
Tom was right; he should not lust after his friend, that's sick. But this is Mackey land. Everywhere in the world, boys are horny and they experiment, mostly in hidden privacy as if it is a forbidden activity. Here it is acknowledged and more or less regulated. Even institutionalized, so what's wrong with using a selected Bottom?
He knew the formal excuse was `experiment without soiling a girl' or `as long as you don't have a girl to date'.
But it was as if there was something else as well. He seriously doubted his own sexuality. Why couldn't he get rid of the image of Simon's nice full buns? Why does he long to caress the boy's soft back, his warm flesh? Why was he turned on by the view of his hard member resting between Simon's soft bottom cheeks? Why is his dick getting hard even now while he is thinking about this?
He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up, surprised. Simon had quietly followed him into the house and he hadn't heard him coming. They looked at each other in silence for a moment.
"I'm sorry Si, Tom is right. ...I know..., I am a selfish jerk. But he always pretends he's the better and smarter one."
"It's okay, Dustin," Simon said, "I'm not angry or anything."
"Thanks, but I do regret now that I fucked you."
"No, you don't have to. I don't like it, you know that, but it's my job for the community. It's no fun, but as long as it's not mean or harsh and painful, I can live with it. At least, that's what I'm trying to do."
"Yes, well, okay. But still, I regret it. I'm just too often so damn horny, it's like my brain has moved to my cockhead. I'm so bummed about it."
Simon had to laugh at that, and said, "yes, you are indeed a horny little man who is suspiciously often in my ass, but I still appreciate you as a friend. You're more to me than just an ass fucker. Although I wouldn't complain if you weren't," he added with a grin.
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