Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of The West – Simon A. Mackey 8
This story is about sex between boys. It's a total fantasy. The usual warning yadayadayada applies. However, you've deliberately made it to Nifty/gay/young-friends, so you'd know by now and I won't repeat.
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This is my follow-up on the tales of the Mackey clan as created by Jonas Henley. Please have a look at the Introduction for reference.
I've received a lot of nice ideas from enthusiastic readers, thanks. I've tried to adjust my stories a little to use some of these.
Special thanks to Andrew Passey (https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#andrewpassey), his stories are a great inspiration as well.
Enjoy
Nils
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Tom's visit
"I want to go back to the mansion," Simon said to Matthew while he paddled to turn the canoe, "I think Tom will arrive soon."
Matthew and Simon had gone up early that morning to go canoeing along the shoreline of the lake. They had enjoyed the silence, watching the birds, daydreaming, and a little swimming.
They paddled back, and just as they dragged the canoe on land, a car stopped and an exited Tom jumped out.
"Hey man," he shouted enthusiastically, "good to see ya."
"Good to see you too, dude, come, let's get your stuff inside."
Tom and Simon went inside were Richard and Simon's grandma greeted Tom, and before he could get any further, he was set at the kitchen table with a soda and a huge piece of pie.
"After lunch," Simon announced, "Alex, Brad, and Colton will join us. We'll go out with the canoes to a nice spot somewhere up the lake. They said yesterday they have a spot they think I've never been, so I'm curious."
"Aren't Alex, Brad, and Colton the Community Bottoms for South?" Tom asked.
"Yep, they are. Alex and Brad are new like me, and Colton is a Bottom from the 1973 Choosing, so two years already. He could help Alex and Brad a bit to get accustomed to the ways here. He is fun to be with. I've been with him last year a few times while he was here with my brother Matthew, and I didn't even had a clue that he was a Bottom, but it was fun."
Simon helped Tom settle in his room, and the boys went out to explore the area.
Just after lunch, Colton arrived and not long after him Alex and Brad showed up.
"Hi guys," Simon welcomed them, "maybe you know him already, but this here is Tom, my best friend and he will be staying here for a couple of days."
Colton looked at Tom a little suspiciously, and said, "Hi, nice to meet you," and turned to Simon, "I guess he's the only one who's not a Bottom, right?"
"Yeah," said Simon.
"So, I guess we can expect some requests then?" Colton said a little grumpily.
Tom instantly understood the situation and quickly answered, "No, absolutely not. I'm not here for requesting sex, I'm here to have fun on the water and exploring the woods and hills."
"Well, OK," Colton said, not yet fully convinced.
The boys went into the house to get some beach towels, a box to put some snacks and drinks in, went to the boathouse, and took two canoes. The boys leisurely rowed away from the estate, across the lake to the spot Colton had pointed out, a cove hidden behind bushes.
"This is a quiet and secluded place," Colton said, "we can go up the hill from here, there we have a nice view over the lake. Few people come here because there is no path leading there. You can only get here via the water, or along the shore, but you have to do your best for that. No adults come here, only kids who know their way around here and want some privacy." He winked mischievously at his last words.
After a trip to the top of the hill and back, the boys sat at the edge of the water and took some of the snacks.
"Have you gotten used to your new position yet?" Colton asked the three new Bottoms.
They talked a little about their experiences so far, and the difficulty they had in the beginning, and sometimes still have.
"You'll get used to it eventually," Colton said, "it's never going to be easy unless you like getting fucked that often or when you're queer. I don't swing that way, so it took me a long time to get adjusted, but now I can handle it well. What about you?"
"Well, it was very embarrassing at first. You know, everyone knows what you're doing in the bedroom with another boy," Brad explained. "Like last week, Pete and Mick had been up with me, making a lot of noise while they fucked me, and when we had to come downstairs to the living room with my parents and my brother sitting there, they obviously knew what we have been doing. But after a while you get used to it. At least my dad is supportive. "
Alex nodded, and said, "yes, I get used to it slowly, but I hate it especially when those 12-year-old youngsters come along. They take pleasure in fucking an older boy and playing the dominant boy. Fortunately, they can't last that long and they cum within two or three minutes. But it is no fun. Very humiliating."
The boys agreed with him. On that part there was not a big difference between the North and the South Territories.
Tom was pleasantly surprised at how the Bottoms treated each other. It became clear to him that they supported each other, almost as a team. He'd never thought that much about that.
Colton told the boys some specifics about how it works in the South Territories, which is sometimes a bit different from the ways of the North.
Ass fucking was quite common among all the Mackeys, but it was rarely a group thing in the North, or something that was done for humiliation. If two boys wanted to fuck, they usually do it at home. And if they are in a public space, they could go off into the bushes alone, and everyone would leave them alone, knowing that they were going to fuck. Two sets of boys could fuck side by side, but neither acknowledged the other. Fucking was more or less a private thing to them.
"That's a bit different here in the South," Colton explained, "especially on crowded places they simply don't care but even in general spectators are not uncommon, sometimes even appreciated, especially on warm summer days near the waterfront when most boys are horny anyway. It could get a bit rougher here as well. Watching one 13 year old suffer being publicly fucked and humiliated by another boy is considered a great source of amusement, especially when the more boyish boy is the bottom."
The boys let it sink in for a while before Brad changed the subject,
"I heard someone say there was a special place nearby where no adults or girls go, is that right?"
"That's true, there is a place like that, we call it `Bare Butts Cove', actually, it's not far from here. It's our own place, Mackeys only," he added meaningfully. "Girls and adults know about the place, and that boys would do things there they shouldn't be seeing. So they stay away."
"So it is not far away?" Brad asked.
"We can get there in 10 minutes, I guess," Colton said. "Shall we go and have a look?"
"Cool," said Brad enthusiastically, "another one of these places around here I've never been to. So, let's go."
As the name suggests, `Bare Butt Cove' has been designated for boys to swim naked as far back as anyone can remember. There was no official law or anything, but everyone who grew up in the South Territories, especially as deep South as near the big Lake, knew that boys from 12-years-old who have been through a Choosing were allowed to skinny dip in the cove between the Sugar Creek and Indian Pointe. Women and girls were strictly forbidden from going up there, and most but not all adult men avoided the area out of habit. As a result, the area was also an ideal place for any other activities a boy wouldn't want an adult to walk in on; smoking cigarettes, drinking and occasionally smoking pot.
As it was universally understood in Mackey land that a boy develops certain needs once he hit a certain age, and everyone acknowledged that meeting those needs with another boy avoided the potential for trouble that came with girls, sex was a common thing, especially at Bare Butt Cove. Pairs or small groups of boys could leave the shore and seek out a private place further in the cove to meet their needs, with a Community Bottom, or when there was none, with each other instead. Although it had started as a Mackey only area, over time certain non-Mackey boys were sometimes allowed too. They learned to love the place and it's lenient rules about boy on boy sex, where no one would call them queer. As a result, boys who actually were homosexual enjoyed their plays and got a lot less crap about it than you would expect.
"Does everyone knows about this?" Brad asked, "I mean, I live here for a few years now, and I am a Bottom, so how is this kept a secret?"
"People know about the creek, but it's an unspoken rule in town not to talk about what goes on there. It's far enough out that people who don't like it can just ignore it, and because everything that goes on is between boys, there won't be any consequences that can't be ignored."
Colton led them to the shore. A lot of boys were swimming and playing near the lakefront, most of them naked, some wearing swim shorts, when they noticed Simon and Tom. They were surprised to see two boys from the North Territories, one of them even a Bottom. They already knew Brad and Alex, and quite a few of them had already made use of their service.
"This is just the beginning of the cove," Colton said, "it goes further back, that's where it happens. Come on, follow me," and the boys got out of their canoes to follow Colton further in the cove.
Brad, Simon, and Alex hesitated. They were curious, but at the same time careful. If this is where a lot of South Mackey boys come to play, they certainly are at risk having to join the `party'. As a supplier that is.
"Don't worry, boys," said Colton, noticing their hesitation, "here they don't really mind if you say once in a while that you don't feel like it. Can't do that too often though, but for now it won't be a problem, I think."
The boys followed him and when they moved around a bend, he said,
"Look, there is Roy," and he pointed at the edge of the pebble beach where a boy wearing a blue wristband was on his knees in front of another boy, his face very close to the standing boy's belly, bobbing his head, obviously engaged in some erotic play.
They walked by and saw how Roy, the 14-year-old Bottom from the 1973 Choosing was giving a 16-year-old a skilled blow-job.
Colton gave him a thumbs-up and said jokingly, "Looking awesome."
Tom looked with open mouth at the unashamed scene. His gaze focused on his hard six or seven inches Roy took in his mouth. Being a Mackey he's no stranger to seeing dicks, but this was next level for him.
"How's the action down there?" Colton asked Roy.
"Crowded. Lots of little kids watching," he said when he let the cock slip off his mouth.
"I hoped we would have some privacy," said Simon, a little anxious. "Maybe we go back?" He looked at Brad, silently hoping the new boy was anxious too.
"Not unless you insist," Brad said, not showing eagerness to leave, and stroked his boner through his shorts. The horny scene had definitely impact on the boys and soon they all were sporting bulges.
They walked until Colton led them to a secluded spot with a grassy covering, where a couple of boys were lazily lay on the grass.
Some, obviously horny teens, were doing more than just laying on the grass. They saw two near them who were doing a 69. Tom felt a bit uncomfortable watching them and getting a bit aroused, like he was a perv.
"Don't they want more privacy?" Simon asked, "it looks like everyone is having sex here in the open and no-one cares."
"You heard Roy, it is crowded today," Colton repeated, "but as I explained, we are used to it. It is a nice spot, and everyone is having fun. No nasty things happen here."
They walked on until finally, at the far end of the cove only a few boys remained. There was a couple and they were obviously way beyond turned on. Four boys sat in the grass watching. Getting closer, Colton recognized the boy on his back, being the bottom. It was Lucas, the 13-year-old 1974 Bottom and his legs were wrapped around the 15-year-old Curtis who had his cock deeply impaled in the 13-year-old.
"Lucas is a true bottom. He loves this," said Colton. Just then, Lucas gave a moan. His arms clasped Curtis' back and the two rolled over without missing a beat.
Two of the watching boys were obviously turned on and they began to imitate the scene in front of them.
The four visiting boys were stunned, and Colton smiled deviously,
"You see, Tom, here you don't even have to be a Community Bottom the get plugged."
Tom went instantly red and tried to look away quickly. But he couldn't hide the rapidly growing bulge in his shorts.
The boys returned and sat not far from the spot were Roy now was blowing another boy.
Turned on by the horny scene, Colton looked at Alex and asked,
"What do you think, Alex, isn't this the right place and time for some fun? I certainly feel like it."
Alex was shocked by the suggestion and looked around as if he was going to run.
"Ehm...no please, I'd rather not," he stuttered.
"Ahw, come on, only a blow-job. No fuck, OK?" Colton tried to persuade him.
Alex was not happy. He has had several boys having sex with him since he was turned, but not that many so far, and it was always in his safe space at home, not in the open, let alone in public. The only public fucking he had endured was at the Choosing and he really wanted to keep it to that one occasion. He shook his head at Colton, with the expression on his face as if he were to say `please Colton, don't do this to me'.
Colton understood, and said,
"OK, I won't push you, but ultimately Alex, you're going to be sucking a lot of big dicks anyway, so get good at it and you might enjoy it more and you might not have to do it as much as some people do."
He looked around expectantly, hoping one of the other boys was up for a little sex. Both Simon and Tom looked away quickly, but Brad said,
"It's OK, I'll do it."
The other boys looked at him in surprise, and Colton was about to raise to receive his blow-job when Brad boldly added,
"I'll do it, but in return I want to fuck you afterwards. Deal?"
The stunned look on Colton's face was unforgettable and the boys burst into laughter, as did two Mackeys who were sitting nearby and had overheard the conversation.
Colton couldn't do much but laugh along with them. But he knew, he either had to back down now for a 12-year-old in front of everyone, or he could show that he was a true Mackey, who didn't budge.
"OK. Deal."
With a somewhat tight grin that left it in the middle whether he was happy with the blowjob he was about to receive or just was acting tough because a much younger boy would let him fuck against his intention, Colton stood up and opened his shorts and dropped them together with his underwear at his feet and stepped out.
Brad gulped. This was a different size of dick than he was used to. Colton was already 15 and that 3 years age difference showed. So far, he'd had only sex with boys up to one year older, all within the age restrictions, a 15-year-old would be only from his second year on. This dick was huge, and he wondered if he even could get his mouth around the big knob that now started to inflate at the prospect of being pampered nicely.
He got on his knees and after some playing with Colton's balls, stroking his now fully erect penis, he took the head in his mouth and did his best to give Colton a memorable blowjob.
Colton really enjoyed the little mouth on his dick. He was fully aware that being sucked by a 12-year-old was a special occasion that almost never happened. But this was voluntary, so it was allowed, and he was careful not to harm the boy, but man, this kids was a real pro.
Brad could only get his dick head in his mouth, but he made good by licking his shaft and letting his tongue play with his balls, and seemed to enjoy it himself as well.
Brad stroked Colton's round buns while he elaborately licked the bulbous head, teasing it with his lips, and pushed his fingers into Colton's cleft, touching the opening where he later would enter. He surely wanted to make a good impression on Colton. Being one of the youngest Bottoms, and especially because he's only a Mackey since this summer's Choosing, he could definitely use some bigger guy's support to help him find his place in the clan.
Colton felt his orgasm approaching and warned Brad. He knew the boy wouldn't be able to swallow all his cum, his mouth simply couldn't contain his expanding dick, and he said sorry when he pushed his dick too far into the boy's mouth, making him gag.
Although Brad did his best and tried to swallow as much as he could, he couldn't avoid have Colton spray his face with a few squirts of cum when he shot his load. But after Colton had shot his last drops, he smiled at him, cum dripping from his nose and chin, and he then pushed his face onto Colton's belly and rubbed the cum off, into the dark bush of pubic hairs.
"Thank man, you're great," Colton said smiling when Brad cleaned his face in his pubes, "I guess I'm the biggest so far, right?"
Brad nodded, licking the last cum off his lips. This was by far the biggest dick he'd had, and he was glad that Colton was happy even though he could only get the head of his dick in his mouth. He now realized why there was an age limit for using Bottoms. If he couldn't get this thing in his mouth, it certainly wouldn't fit in his butt.
Colton playfully ruffled Brad's hair, turned around and got on his hands and knees, ready to receive Brad's little dick.
"I've got some lube in my pockets," Colton said, pointing at his shorts, "you can use that."
Brad coated Colton's cleft and his now fully erect dick, and he eagerly stepped behind Colton and started his penetration. His small boy dick entered easily, making Colton gasp a little, and started moving in and out the warm hole. He'd fucked Alex before and he really liked that, but Alex was only less twelve months older, while Colton was 15, and he secretly felt exited fucking a much older boy. In public, no less. Yes, he was a Bottom, but not by choice. If it were his choice, he definitely would be the top.
As soon the boys in Bare Butt Cove realized that two boys with blue bracelets were having sex together, the crowd of spectators rapidly grew, and when Brad finally withdrew from Colton's ass, leaving a small stream of white cum dripping from his crack, a loud cheering went up.
***
"What?" asked Brad with an impish grin on his face as the boys paddled in their canoe on their way back to the mansion and Tom was constantly looking at Colton and him with a look of bewilderment and disbelief.
"Oh, uhm, nothing," he tried to get out of it, "I was just thinking. It's kind of new to me. I mean, I've been through the Choosing, I know about Bottoms of course, but so openly..."
"But it sure was hot to watch, wasn't it?" Colton added mischievously.
Tom lowered his eyes, didn't reply, and quickly paddled on with Simon.
It was true; he had indeed grown hard from watching. First, he had seen how Roy was unashamedly sucking a boy in Bare Butt Cove, and then he witnessed how Lucas got fucked and clearly enjoyed it.
But those were Bottoms, each doing nothing but their regular Mackey job, albeit fairly public. He was surprised when those two boys who weren't Mackey Bottoms fucked each other without any shame.
What amazed him most was the ease with which Brad, as a newcomer, played his game with Colton, who is older, and had been a Bottom for two years already. And even more, that Colton just went along with it and apparently saw no problem in letting a younger boy fuck him in exchange for a blowjob, in front of everyone.
Yes, it was indeed a horny scene, in fact he had only seen such a public scene at the last Choosing, where Simon was turned. The year before he was a candidate himself, and although the chosen boys were also publicly initiated in front of him, with all the stress every memory of it was blurred and he could recall very little of it.
Now, Brad and Colton were in a canoe together, chatting and joking as if nothing had happened. It was indeed a strange bunch, those Bottoms together. Tom actually understood that because of their heavy community assignment, they wanted to get along well and find support in each other. They didn't have to expect too much from the horny Mackey boys.
"Extraordinary couple, but good guys to be with," Tom thought when they said goodbye after they arrived back on shore near the Mansion.
He didn't know how to look when Colton teasingly said on departure, "have fun later with Simon, you've now seen some nice inspiration this afternoon."
Tom considered replying that he did not intend to have sex with Simon at all, but he changed his mind. It must be a misguided joke, just to tease him.
He had no intention to pork Simon even though he was at times very horny.
"How was your trip today?" Simon's mom asked interested when the boys entered the home and dropped their stuff in the kitchen.
"It was great," Tom replied, and enthusiastically blabbered about their trip, canoeing with the guys along the beautiful shores, picnic in a small cove, but conveniently left out all the sex stuff.
"Good to hear," she reacted, and added, "Si, while you were away, there were four boys looking for you, so going away with the canoe was not a bad idea. I've sent them away, but they said they will come visit you tomorrow."
"Oh, okay. Thanks."
"Maybe we should escape with the canoe tomorrow as well," Tom joked. Well, it wasn't so much a joke as a proposal. He wasn't really looking forward to sharing his friend with boys who just came to fuck him, while he was here to explore this part of Mackey Land and beyond with Simon.
"I'm planning to do just that," Simon answered, "I'm not gonna spoil my time waiting for boys ruining our fun time. I was thinking, maybe mom or gramps could bring us with the canoe far upstream, and we paddle back from there. That way we can see some parts we hardly ever come when we start from here. And upstream there are less people, it'll look just like we're Lewis & Clark on expedition."
***
The next days they managed to be out on the lake or hiking in the woods without being disturbed too often. After the initial hordes of boys Simon had to service, it was reduced to one or two per day, mainly because they got up early and left before visitors came. He couldn't avoid the occasional evening-visitors, but he'd live with that. Tom however was visible struggling more with that than Simon did, and didn't like it when he had to wait downstairs knowing that his best friend was being fucked at that very moment.
The boys enjoyed sitting on the porch until late in the evening, first watching the sunset over the lake and then lighting some lanterns, chatting about the fun they had, making new plans. Or just sitting silently, staring dreamily into the lights and the darkness beyond.
The sun has already gone for hours when they heard feet rustling through the grass.
"It's a beautiful evening, isn't it boys?" Thomas Alan asked, and continued, pointing at the empty Adirondack chair next to Simon, "is it okay to join?"
"Sure," Simon answered. He loved to chat with his grandpa, especially about the old days.
"You boys enjoy your holidays?" he started the conversation, taking a sip from his beer.
Tom and Simon enthusiastically told him about their trips on the lake, diplomatically leaving out the excursion to Bare Butt Cove. They chatted for a while, laughed at the jokes and Tom was impressed by the old man, the Mackey Chief in fact. He'd always looked at him as someone way out of his league to talk with, but now, here he was, chatting with them as if he was one of them. Not a grumpy old man as he secretly always expected, but a nice grandpa, maybe even nicer than his own is. After a while Thomas Alan fell silent for a moment and much to the boy's surprise, he brought up the obvious but not much explicitly spoken of situation in which Simon was thrown.
"I noticed a lot of boys visiting these days, Simon," he began.
Simon didn't know what to say and just affirmatively grumbled.
"I've never realized how many boys could be chasing a Community Bottom," he went on, "after the first days I even closed the gate hours earlier than usual. How do you cope with that all?"
Simon explained his feelings, hesitantly at first, but when his grandpa empathetically listened and asked some questions for better understanding, he felt free to let himself go. He made it clear that this wasn't the life he'd ever expected to live, and that he didn't particularly enjoyed it. He understood it was his role in the community now, but definitely not by his own choice. He had truly mixed feelings. He hated it when he was used as a cum-doll, but he also had to admit that he had some fun and sometimes even good feelings when having sex. But overall, he felt just being used to pleasure others. The official attitude was being proud to contribute to the community, but the real feeling was being victim.
"Why do we still keep this tradition?" Simon asked, "I mean, I can understand the teen-pregnancy issue, but it's not 1830, there are birth control methods available these days. And it's only us Mackeys, we need to keep it down and not tell anyone outside our clan."
"Well, to be honest," Thomas Alan replied, carefully weighing his words, "it started with this pregnancy issue ages ago, and that is still the official reason. Besides this, everyone knows that boys starting puberty do play with each other, either to explore their new feelings and changes of their bodies, or to have a substitute for unattainable sex with a girl. So there will be sex amongst boys anyway. But over the years we've learned that another important advantage comes with our tradition."
"And that is?"
"A very strong community feeling. Compared with other communities, we do care for each other a lot. We share the good things, and help each other in difficult times. Maybe you have noticed, but young people tend to move away, to study, to try a new life elsewhere, but a large majority returns, to settle here. They all value the life here. And for you boys, the start for a new Bottom can be difficult, but from what I've seen over all these years and learned from my father, very strong and life-lasting friendships remain."
The boys sat silently thinking about the words of the old man. Tom appreciated the openness and sincere words of the man. It was a bit awkward at first, Simon's grandpa openly asking about his grandson's experiences as a bottom, knowing exactly that it is not just about a news-paper route but actually about having sex with boys, being bent over to have a dick shoved up his butt, but the way he asked and showed compassion was striking.
Simon however was not quite convinced, being the one to carry the burden.
"Maybe so, but if this is so important, how come we're the only ones in the world working with a system like this?" he protested.
"Well, I tell you, we're not the only ones. It is not very common, indeed, but there is precedent."
"What? Do you mean that there other families or towns having a Community Bottom system like we have?" Tom asked surprised.
"With our Community Bottom system we're quite unique, but the solution for unwanted teen pregnancies is not. Remember the Mackeys in Indian Spring? We share the same founding father, but that was a long time ago. The name might suggest we're the same clan or even family, but that's very distant. They basically are a different clan. But just like us, they have reason enough to continue. And as far as I know, in the European region where the Richters and Schneiders originally came from, still some clans have kept the same tradition of promoting boys playing with each other instead of impregnating girls."
"Really?" Simon asked wonderingly.
"As far as I know, yes. But I know for sure that even in the rural parts of England a tradition like ours still exists."
Thomas Alan waited a moment and his memories of the war resurfaced. "You know, during the war in Europe, I was in England," he started to explain, interrupted by Simon,
"But I thought you served in the Pacific?"
"That's true, I did, but I was transferred to Europe at a certain moment," he explained.
He didn't want to go into details too much, knowing that the way he escaped from the dangerous operations in the Pacific to lead an easy and quite safe life in England was something that he was not proud of. It has not been largely illegal, but he knew that getting this arranged was only because of Old Will Mackey's murky trades and connections in the US Army, plus his own, let's say `bit exaggerated' filing of his military expertise which allowed Old Will to save his ass but got some nice insider trades from him in return. They ever since had the mutual understanding of not disclosing anything that might lead to questions.
"I was stationed somewhere in mid England, near Birmingham, a sort of exchange program between the US Airforce and the RAF. I met a guy there, who, one day, when we'd had one too many beers, told me some stuff about his village."
Thomas Alan tried to remember the names; it has been a while since.
"I think his name was Will, or William," he pondered, "yeah, I remember, William Miller, some big shot in the RAF training facilities. He had a son Rob, about the same age as my son Richard, your dad. They lived in Bradley, a village about 80 miles west. The region has a quite funny name, something with syrup.....no wait, ..Shropshire it was, yeah I remember. The village was named after a wealthy local industrial, and that man had started rules for boys to regulate sex, resembling ours."
"You mean, they had Community Bottoms there?"
"No, not designated bottoms, but the general rule was sex with girls was prohibited like here, instead all boys were available for others to have sex. They couldn't say no to any request."
"So every boy there is a bottom?" Tom asked incredulously.
"As a matter of fact, yes. They have some rules though. I can't remember them all, but they worked with limits and age ranges, and for the youngest boys sex could only be oral or manual. Anal sex was for older boys only."
"And they don't have a Choosing like we have? No designated Bottoms?"
"No, the position is the same for every boy. Unlike here, they have made it reciprocal, which is something I've considered here as well, when we abolished the Indian Spring rules some years ago."
"Reciprocal? What does that mean?"
"That means that when a boy asks you to suck him, you have the right to ask him back, to have him suck you as well. The same if he wants to fuck you. Neither of the boys can refuse."
"Sounds way better than our system," Simon sighed.
"It has some up-side, indeed, but the downside they encountered was that boys were forced into sex when they didn't want it, even though they could request the same. You know, some boys just don't want sex, at least not with boys. Here you cannot just ask any boy to bend over. There they can, and they do. I honestly don't know which is better."
The boys sat quiet for a while, thinking about what Thomas Alan had said. This whole Mackey tradition thing preoccupied their minds, but after a while, their boyish curiosity about grandpa's adventures in the war got the better of them. Thomas Alan told them about his adventures in the Pacific, which were quite scary and impressive, and in contrast with the easy life he had in England, where he had to do office work mainly, with the nicest side-catch being trained as a sniper.
Simon chuckled, and said, "Ah, that's why you're always the best at hunting. You never told the others about that, did you?"
Thomas Alan just smiled and made the lock gesture at his lips to indicate the boys this was a nice little secret to keep. They laughed understandingly, proud to be part of a little secret only they share with the Mackey Chief.
***
Inevitably, the last full day of Tom's visit ended.
"For tonight boys, we go out for dinner. It's Tom's last night here this week, so we thought we'd treat you with a nice eat-out."
The boys were delighted with the prospect and quickly changed clothes. They spend almost all-evening talking about the fun time they had, and discussed the idea of the Arcade. Even Richard thought it might be a very good plan. It would bring liveliness to the neighborhood, and as a businessman he saw the commercial benefits of it as well. For the boys, it was mainly the prospect of endless gaming with friends.
"I think it should be in a central pace between the North and South Territory, easy to access for everyone," Simon suggested.
"Maybe Mr Ferguson's gas station at the road crossing near Henley is a nice spot. I know he has an empty garage building next to his shop," Tom said enthusiastically, and it's centrally located, not far away from the South neighborhoods, so everyone can get there easily."
Richard smiled. He loved to see the boys working on plans that will have a positive impact on the Mackeys. He'll go have a chat with John Ferguson next thing tomorrow morning.
When they returned at the mansion late that evening, the boys were satisfied and exhausted. Although they had planned to stay awake as long as they could to enjoy the last hours before Tom's departure back to home, within half an hour both boys were sound asleep.
***
The end of the summer break was there. As the tradition was, Thomas Alan had invited his large family over to the mansion at Pogue Hollow for the Labor Day weekend.
Simon was allowed to invite Tom again, and Dustin as well, and some of his cousins had brought a friend as well. It was a very nice, not too hot summer day, and the kids frolicked in the yard and water while the adults were engaging in endless chatting, gossiping and bragging just about everything, stimulated by ample supply of beer and wine.
The cookout was the culmination of the day. Thomas Alan had arranged the picnic tables, positioned so that it had a perfect view of the waterfront. Uncle David manned the grill as always, which, given the natural tendency of men to congregate around a grill when it's in use, gave them a prime opportunity to chat up local developments. Simon's dad tended the bar, serving up fresh-squeezed lemonade to the kids and more `invigorating' drinks to adults.
Tom, Dustin and Simon got their lemonades and went down to the small pebble beach on the property, where some younger kids were taking a dip supervised by Simon's cousin Eric's 15-year-old sister Sophie.
Dustin was wearing shorts and anklets like Simon, Tom wore cut-off jeans, and the boys took off their shoes and socks, sat next to each other on the dock, and dangled their feet in the water.
They just sat and talked about nothing special, lazily looking over the lake while the younger kids were playing and shouting excitedly.
Dustin sneakily looked at Sophie when she ran after some playing children. He secretly had a crush on her. With her 15 years, she is way too old for him, but man, those boobs, that beautiful silky brown hair flowing from her head to her shoulders like a waterfall in slow-motion. Her hips and bottom in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. She is one the girls he envisaged when he was beating off, or when he used a Bottom. Last time he even imagined Simon's butt to be Sophie's when he slowly fucked him, looking down at his dick shoving in and out Simon's beautiful round buns below him.
"Let's grab something from the BBQ," Simon suggested and got up.
The boys mingled with the adults and the other kids and filled their plates, and returned to a more secluded spot behind some bushes at the lakeshore, away from the noisy kids, to relish the food and drinks.
For about 20 minutes the boys sat there, enjoying the view over the lake silently, just the three of them.
There was a rustle from someone coming through the shrubs towards them and when they looked, they saw Simon's 14 year-old cousin Eric.
"Hey guys," he began, "what's up? Wasting time here?"
Simon shrugged, "Yeah, just relaxing. We had a burger already but we'll come to the BBQ later to grab something more to eat."
"Ah, good," Eric continued, "so you have some spare time now?" he concluded, looking at the empty plates and then directly at Simon, "what about a quick service?" he said, groping his crotch.
"God, I hate that guy," Simon thought. Being fucked by his cousin at the Choosing was most humiliating, and, as was to be expected, Eric had visited Simon a couple of weeks later to repeat the action. Afterwards he has not been shy of mentioning his actions when they later met when Eric's friends were with him. And now, the jerk just asked for sex while a party was going on and Tom and Dustin were sitting next to him. Asshole.
"I don't think that's possible," Dustin chimed in, in a confident, almost commanding tone.
Eric looked surprised and raised his eyebrows, not expecting resistance from the younger squirts.
"Simon has just been with Tom here, and I'm next," Dustin lied.
Simon's heart skipped a beat. He knew Dustin lied about being with Tom, but he wasn't sure about the `I'm next' part.
He glanced at Tom, was equally surprised, but could hardly hold back a smirk.
"Ah, well, okay then," Eric said a little disappointed, "no worries, we'll get another opportunity later, I guess."
Eric turned, and while walking away he looked over his shoulder at Dustin, and said to him with a nasty grin, "have fun."
"What an asshole," Tom said as soon as Eric was gone. Simon and Dustin just stared over the water, letting this sink in.
"Simon," Dustin began hesitatingly, "I hope you don't mind, especially now Eric almost ruined our moment here, but I have something to ask."
Alerted by Dustin's serious tone, Tom looked up, trying to decipher from Dustin's stressed face what he was going to ask.
"Okay, what's on your mind?" Simon replied.
"Well, we've had a chat the other day, about what I did to you, you remember?" He looked at Simon expectantly, searchingly.
Simon remembered the situation clearly. He had been very happy with the furious, defensive reaction from Tom, but also hasn't been too angry with Dustin. Since that moment, Dustin hadn't asked for any Bottom service, but he knew Dustin long enough to know that that wouldn't last forever.
"I told you I regret it that I fucked you several times, or let you blow me and make you swallow my cum," he went on. "You said that you weren't angry with me, but frankly, it's been bothering me since."
Tom's face was a big question mark now. He'd honestly expected Dustin to ask Simon to follow up on his remark to Eric, and he was expecting that the only remaining question was if he is going to fuck Simon here at the beach with him looking, or maybe in a seclude space, if that was even possible with all the folks walking around here.
Simon was confused. "Okaay..."
"Look, ...what I said to Eric, ...I just used `Tom has been and I'm next' without saying anything about what that meant. Only `been with'. It was meant to get him leaving us. But frankly, Simon, I think I really want to do something with you."
He looked at Simon to see his reaction, but Simon didn't react. From the corner of is eye he saw Tom slowly getting a bit red with upcoming anger.
"You've told us about what's happened here over the last few weeks, and it was a lot about sex. So I was thinking...well..., what about a blow job maybe...? "
Simon hung his head and Tom was about to jump up to strike at Dustin, but before he could move, Dustin continued, "I was thinking, what about I give you a blow job?"
Perplexed, the boys looked at him.
"What?" stuttered Simon.
"I mean it. You've been kind to me even though I have been just a selfish jerk. It's true, I'm horny bastard most of the time, and to be honest, I am even as we speak. But I want to make this sex fun mutual."
"Oh, wow," said Simon, not sure what to think of it.
Tom was surprised as well, he really hadn't expected this, but when he looked at Dustin, he appreciatively nodded his head as to say `that's the spirit!'
Finally Simon replied, still a bit confused.
"You serious? I mean, you don't have to. I'm the Community Bottom here."
"No Simon, I've been thinking a lot about it lately, and I think you deserve some fun as well. You said that you've never received a blow job, only giving lots of them, so it's about time."
A big, happy grin came over Simon's face. He seriously has had some doubts about their friendship over the last weeks, but he now knew that he got that wrong.
"So?" Dustin asked cautiously, "you're in for that?"
Simon gave a shy nod, as if it were indecent to be asked to receive a blow job while he was giving them on a daily basis.
"Ehm, okay then," Dustin said a bit hesitantly, "let's do it."
"Here? Right away?"
"I think so. We're alone here, and it looks like it's too crowded to find some secluded spot around the mansion. Not to mention the vicinity of that cousin Eric of yours."
Dustin saw Simon looking at Tom and said, "it's OK. I don't care if Tom is watching. In fact, I'd appreciate it, if you guys are okay with that."
Still a bit taken aback at the unexpected course of events, the boys sat quiet for moment.
"Are you ready?" Dustin asked.
"Ready when you are," said a now beaming Simon, and he started to undo the fly of his shorts.
Dustin looked at Simon's crotch and noticed the now quickly increasing tent pushing at the zipper. He suddenly felt insecure. He knew he had to do this for his friend, and to be honest, he wanted it as well. But it was a new, unknown situation. What would Simon think of him? Or Tom? Was he queer? Simon had to do this stuff, for him it was just a choice. Doubts ran through his mind.
Simon noticed the slight hesitation. He understood. By now he had quite a lot of boys having fun in his rear end, and at the heat of the moment almost all these boys were not caring about the gay act they were performing, but a soon as the post-orgasmic shame set in, they hastened to explain that it was only as a surrogate for a girl. He understood Dustin's hesitation.
"I won't think less of you. You can do it, I don't mind," Simon said while he opened his shorts and lowered his underwear, not wanting to miss the opportunity.
Dustin sighed and gave in. He couldn't help himself, suddenly overwhelmed by a rush of horniness and feeling of satisfaction to do something for his friend instead of to him. He leaned on one elbow and grabbed Simon's cock. He could feel it's energy. He moved closer, and he suddenly had his mouth on it.
Simon gasped and leaned back while Dustin was lowering his head further down to his hard dick.
It was gleaming. Well the tip of it was anyway. It was rock hard and he flicked his tongue across the bead of precum that glistened in the sunlight. He'd never sucked a dick before but he had his cock sucked many times over the last year, so he knew from experience what felt good. Apart from making sure he didn't catch him with his teeth he had a few tricks up sleeve. He pulled Simon's dick to him and pushed Simon's short and underwear further down to his ankles. He took the dick head in his mouth again and then slowly licked up and down the shaft, then made his way to his balls and bathed them with his tongue before making his way back up to take his hard dripping dick in his mouth. With his free hand, he caressed Simon's thighs and played with the brown hairs above the shaft, which made Simon squirm with pleasure. He sniffed Simon's boy scent, and he tasted the precum. The warm cock and the velvet head felt good in his mouth, and he played with his lips and tongue over the glans. He liked it and it made him hard, too.
He might have been inexperienced in giving blowjobs but he more than made up for it with enthusiasm. Whatever he did was working as Simon was making the most adorable appreciative noises and that made him feel good about himself. He was making his best friend feel things he never had before in his life, even as a Community Bottom in Mackey land. He quickly glanced at Tom who was looking at the scene with open mouth. Tom winked at him, raising his thumb, and rearranging the front of his shorts. He was stunned at first, but now he was enjoying the lustful scene.
The boys were making voluptuous sounds, and Dustin's slurping on Simon's cock added to the relaxing whooshing sound of the little waves from the lake on the pebbles. At some distance only the laughter and loud talking from the adults and the shouts from the kids at the BBQ where heard, although at one point Tom turned his head as he thought he heard someone sneaking through the scrubs.
"Yes....oh Dustin.....you're doing....soo welll...,." Simon whimpered.
Dustin kept going and he began to work out Simon was close. Simon's noises were getting louder and he was almost thrusting into his mouth. He knew what was coming and he was going to stay on his dick until every last drop was swallowed.
Simon knew he was ready to shoot his cum in Dustin's mouth and made a half-assed attempt to pull Dustin off him, but there was no way that was happening. Dustin looked up at him as the hands Simon ran through his hair clasped the side of his head and with a surprisingly loud grunt, Simon came in his mouth, shooting what felt like a load of cum.
Dustin swallowed it all down as Simon's dick pulsed a few more times before he begged him to get off.
"Too sensitive!"
Dustin swallowed whatever he could and let go of Simon's member and licked his lips. He had tasted his own sperm once and had been a bit engrossed, but Simon's semen tasted remarkably good. Well, the taste wasn't that bad.
Exhausted, Simon leaned back, still gasping for breath.
"Wow," was all he could utter.
Dustin felt proud of his action, but now it was over, he suddenly became self-conscious, and his face colored bright red. He lowered his eyes, but saw Tom looking at him with a faint smile, almost quizzically. He had been OK with Tom staying and watching, but now he started to feel ashamed. He had sucked his best friend's dick. While his other friend was watching. He even enjoyed it. What does that mean? Was he indeed...queer? Or was it just helping his friend out, returning a favor? But then again, why did he feel so different, not just horny, but also warm and happy inside?
"Thanks, Dustin," Simon whispered, "Thanks. This means a lot to me."
"Ehm, you're welcome," Dustin replied shyly.
The boys silently sat a bit awkward, looking over the lake for a while, not knowing what to do next, until Simon stood up and said,
"Let's go grab some more food before the steaks are gone."
While Simon was busy attacking his steak, Tom pulled Dustin's arm.
"Dustin," he began, "I'm really impressed."
Although Dustin already imagined what Tom was hinting at, he asked,
"With what?
"Giving Simon a blow job. And a good, long one at that."
Dustin smiled impishly, with a mixed feeling of pride and shame.
"Well, yeah, I kind of thought I owed him."
"Maybe, but I still think it's cool you did this even though there is no obligation for you to do that. I need to apologize for my outburst the other day, remember? I was pissed off, `cause I was under the impression that you just used Simon as a sex toy for your own pleasure, without thinking about his feelings. But I now see that you actually do care."
"Thanks, but you don't need to apologize, Tom, frankly, it was because of your harsh remarks that I realized I was doing Simon wrong, so I should say thanks to you instead."
They looked each other in the eye and both saw the emotion of one another. They grinned shyly and Dustin spread his arms, hugging Tom in a boyish manner, tapping him on his back, but then making it a full embrace, pressing his lips in Tom's neck.
From behind the BBQ, Sophie saw Dustin hugging Tom, planting a kiss in his neck. She was even more confused now.
She liked Dustin. He was two years younger, although still a kid, playful, not taking things too seriously as far as she could see, she loved his bravura, his always happy-go-lucky attitude and his boyish features that now slowly but surely were transforming to manhood. She sometimes she even felt some strange stirrings when she secretly thought about kissing him.
But now she wasn't so sure about that anymore. She was a Mackey, she knew about the Mackey rules for boys, and certainly had witnessed a few times what boys did, but still was shocked seeing Dustin kneeling over Simon's crotch when she had walked in on the boys she thought were just sitting at the beach, enjoying their burgers.
She didn't understand. She knew Simon was a Community Bottom, so he had to take it up the ass, suck boys.
But Dustin wasn't a Bottom, so why was he sucking Simon? And from what she could see from a distance, he clearly enjoyed it as well. Was he queer? She felt confused but also a bit disappointed when she had returned to the BBQ.
"Hi Dustin," she said, stepping towards him after Tom broke away from the embrace and walked over to the table to get something to drink, "how are you?".
"Oh, hey," Dustin replied, feeling a sudden rush of excitement. Sophie? Talking to him? Wow.
"I'm good, I like it here. Way better than the lame Labor Day parties my family usually has."
Sophie smiled and looked searchingly at the boy. He really is cute. His still boyish face showing some changes, did she see a small trace of blond hairs above his lip? She realized she now liked him more than just he nice and boisterous boy he was. She felt that stirring again. She had to know.
"Dustin," she began hesitatingly, "you're friends with Simon, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I am. For ages."
"And, ..ehm... this friendship,...ehm...," she paused for a moment, but then resumed, asking the question that burned on her lips, "your friendship... is that just a friendship, or is there more to it?"
Dustin looked up, at first not really understanding what she meant, but then it dawned on him.
"What do you mean?"
"Well," she continued, "I had had enough of the crowd and noise, and had seen you guys walking down to the beach with food, so I thought it would be nice to sit down with you and have something to eat together."
She looked at Dustin who now realized that she must have walked in on them at that very private and delicate moment.
"Did you like it what you did to Simon?"
Dustin gasped. This girl, the very one he was secretly coveting, asked him if he likes to give blow-jobs? Now she must be thinking that he was queer, lusting after boys instead of girls.
"I mean, I don't care if you do," she hastily added, "I know that you boys do things together, you know, that Community Bottom stuff, but you are not a Community Bottom and still you had Simon's stiff penis in your mouth."
Devastated, Dustin feverishly thought about a reply. But it was clear now. She had actually seen them doing that, so lying his way out was not an option.
"Sophie, please, understand, I'm not into boys, if that's what you're thinking. It's true, I have sex with Bottom boys, like almost every Mackey boy has. But this is different."
He looked at her, hoping she would understand his story.
"Simon is my best friend. I have used him for sex. For my pleasure only. Not thinking about him. So I thought I should return the favor."
He looked down ashamed. He hated it that she had seen him in this position and now was thinking of him as queer.
Sophie smiled when she saw Dustin, against his natural boyish playfulness now looking humbly at his feet. She understood. He was being honest, and a caring friend. Now she liked him even more.
"I understand it, Dustin," she said tenderly, "I don't think less of you even now I've caught you sucking on Simon's stiff penis. In fact, returning a favor to a boy in his dreadful situation is praiseworthy."
She bowed over to Dustin and gave him a peck on his cheek.
A sigh of relief escaped Dustin.
"Thanks," he whispered. He hesitated for a moment, and asked, "so... you don't think I'm ......queer or something...?"
"No, silly. I was a little confused at first, but I get it, this is what friendship is. I wish we girls could do the same. And no, I don't think you're homosexual. And even if you were, I don't care. But if you have doubts yourself because you only have sexual experience with boys, we could test together what your real preferences are." She looked at him, smiling mischievously but also invitingly.
Dustin was perplexed. Wait, did she confirmed she'd seen him sucking Simon's dick, that she didn't mind, in fact, appreciated it and didn't think of him a queer? And had now invited him to test with her where his real sexual interest lies? That means....?