Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of The West – Simon A. Mackey 9
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This is my follow-up on the tales of the Mackey clan as originally created by Jonas Henley. Please have a look at the Introduction for reference.
Sorry for the delay. I've received e-mails from worried readers wondering if I stopped writing, but no: I've been traveling to places where Nifty material better not be found on my laptop, and I've also spent some time to enhance my `COVID-time scribbles' with (appreciated) suggestions I received.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Nils
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Back to school
The summer vacation has ended and it was back to school again after Labor Day weekend. It has been a very different summer for Simon and the four other new Bottoms.
As is the custom, the new, young Bottoms were very much appreciated, and with much free time on their hands, the always-horny Mackey boys in both Territories lined up in large numbers for the new Bottoms on a daily basis. Not only at home many horny neighborhood kids haunted Simon; even when he was in the family summer mansion at Pogue Hollow Cove with his mom, dad and Matthew, lots of boys from the South, and even the North Territory had found their way to Simon's butt and mouth.
Now summer was over and school had started, Simon had hoped that boys will lose their interest in his butt, or that at least the frequency of the visits would drop, as everyone has to be in school and has their homework to do after school. As this was the case for most Bottoms, unfortunately for Simon, not so much for him.
During their stay at the Mansion, even his dad and grandpa noticed the large number of visitors and made some comments on that. His dad in particular was worried, and after he had told him what had happened at the shabby Meisner's Cabin, his dad took a keen interest in Simon's visitors, as did Matthew, who now even more stood on guard, checking every visitor. Although his dad had asked a few times, Simon still hadn't disclosed the boys' names. His dad seemed to be more interested in the name of that non-Mackey boy and the reason why so many South boys showed up, and less interested in the intensive use itself.
Simon understood the severity of Dave's trespassing, but he was reluctant to give his name, fearing that his dad will strike at Dave mercilessly, and that it will back-fire at him eventually.
From the first week on, he hardly had sufficient time for homework at all. Right after school and after dinner, boys showed up for some fun. His new place in the shed was well used, as was his mouth and butt.
Even in the morning, in the school bus on their way to school, boys were trying to make appointments, and the pushiest amongst the boys just got off the bus with him after school and followed him for a quick fuck or a blowjob before they went on to their homes. And often boys approached him during school hours as well.
Simon was glad that he was off-limits to the horny kids in the bus and at school.
"How come I've never noticed this bottom business before?" he wondered, "it's a miracle that this Mackey tradition has been kept secret for me all these years."
It was a well-kept secret indeed. Only Mackey boys knew, and it was part of a real brotherhood. Once in a while, a new bully appeared and tried to mess with a Mackey, but that would be only once. Bullies quickly learned to not mess around with a Mackey.
The pressure on Simon increased over the weeks. At several occasions, a boy came up next to him in the hall and tried to persuade him for a quick blowjob or even a fuck in the locker room during recess, but Simon turned them down, polite but resolute. He wasn't interested, and even more so, he didn't dare to take the risk of discovery. That would be a major breach of Mackey rules, and could have serious consequences. At first, he was amazed about the many horny boys asking for it at school, but he then remembered how horny he had felt himself last year when he first discovered masturbation, and even had done it in the toilet at school. By the stories he'd heard, he knew he wasn't the only one quickly rubbing one out during breaks.
One day, end September, at school, he found himself surrounded by half a dozen Mackeys when he was in the boy's bathroom during recess.
"Hey Simon," Tim, one of the bigger 14-year-old Mackeys, began, "what about a quickie now?"
Simon looked up, startled. "No Tim, I can't. You know that's it's not allowed, we can't take the risk that some non-Mackey walks in."
But Simon instantly regretted that he only said that he cared for the security, and not has said that he wasn't interested when Tim replied,
"Well, we can take care of that," Tim countered him, "we're with a bunch and while we take turns, the rest will keep others out of the bathroom. It's safe."
"But..." Simon tried to object, but Tim cut him off.
"I know you can refuse us here, but we all know that you can't refuse us back home. And when we show up, you have to take us anyway, and it will cost all your spare time."
It felt more like a threat than an efficiency suggestion to Simon, and with a sigh and against better knowledge he reluctantly gave in.
Fortunately for Simon, recess was over before he got on his knees for the third boy, but he knew that this was becoming a new reality for him now. As soon as any horny kid could round up five or six others to stand guard, he was done for.
And so, against al rules, almost every day Simon had to sneak away to the boy's bathroom at the far end of the building, followed by 4 to 6 horny kids and he did his thing. He usually gave head in the boy's bathroom at the far end of the building, but sometimes if the mood was right and no non-Mackeys were around, he would suck a dick or two in the locker room after PE. Occasionally he accepted to perform his duty in the storage room with the door locked from the inside, without someone standing at guard for him.
While Simon thought that is was a Mackey-only secret and nobody would notice, Greg Ellis, the non-Mackey boy who had visited Simon that warm summer day and had fucked him in the back yard, had noticed his frequent disappearance to the boy's room, and now this Monday morning again he saw Simon sneaking towards the quiet end of the building.
"Hey Simon," Greg said, walking up to Simon, pulling his arm, "where are you going? Next class is the other way."
"Well ehm, I need to take a leak."
"The nearest bathroom is the other direction as well. What's wrong? You should know your way around here by now, don't you?"
Greg noticed that some other Mackeys were going the same direction, and he whispered to Simon, "it's about that Mackey secret of yours isn't it? What you've told me this summer, what we did together, right?"
Simon nodded, looking around to make sure nobody would be listening in.
"Please Greg, I told you, you're not supposed to know, and certainly not talk about it. Let's forget about it, okay?"
"Well, yeah you've told me that, but I was hoping... you know, it was really sensational, I've been longing for doing it again ever since."
Greg looked down at his feet, hoping that Simon wouldn't think anything bad of what he'd just said. Over the past few months, and especially after the sexual encounter with Simon, he was even more startled by his deepest feelings.
"No Greg, that's off limits. Don't ever mention it to anyone, there will be serious consequences if someone gets to know."
Simon looked at Greg, and noticed the boy's insecurity. The boy had something, he couldn't quite tell what it was, but he was a good looking, naturally charming boy without purposely using his charms, it even seems that he wasn't aware of that himself. He had these puppy-dog eyes, a soft but clear voice, already a bit lower than last year, and the way he acted was always respectful to everyone. Although Greg was in the same year, he was already 14. He was the first to turn 14 after school started, and Simon was one of the last boys turning 13 just before school ended. Simon had worked on several class projects with him over the years with much pleasure. Greg was always fun to be with, not the rambunctious type of fun as with Dustin, he had a more relaxed type of humor, and he was astoundingly good at getting things done from even the strictest teachers. He was persuasive without acting persuasive. That was exactly how Simon got to let Greg eventually fuck him.
"What if I would become a Mackey too? "Greg replied, "just like Dave. Then we can have sex all the time."
"Wait, what?" Simon uttered, "what do you mean `just like Dave' ?"
"I heard Derek Franklin saying that Dave Thompson had become a Mackey this summer, so I thought, ... maybe I ... How does that work, becoming a Mackey?"
"Stop it Greg, it's something I'm not going to discuss with you. We are Mackey by birth, it's family, our clan. You just don't become a Mackey. It's not like you can become a member of a club or something."
"Okay, I just thought, if Dave could..." Greg pondered, "but if you and I could do it again, just the two of us and nobody knows, I'd love to."
"It was a once-only, so get it out of your head," Simon snapped, a bit sharper than he intended.
Greg nodded at this last comment. It was clear to him that it was a one-time only as Simon said, but he had thought about it many times and always hoped that maybe sometime...
These were confusing times; growing up, his body changing. He had, of course, had 'the talk' with his father, although that was actually an awkward moment: his father was even more stressed and uncomfortable than he had been, and he really hadn't learned much new from it, other than that it was clearly not a good idea to talk about sex with your parents.
His body changed, and after the initial embarrassment that hairs suddenly grew in places he hadn't expected, Greg was now proud of the beautiful tuft of hair just above his penis, which itself was changing as well. He noticed that almost all boys his age were going through a change, and sex became increasingly a topic of conversation and boasting than it ever was.
But those changes were now taking over his emotional life, and not in the way that the other boys talked about it. Above all, they were occupied with getting off having the image of their preferred girls in mind, talking mainly about how pretty and attractive they found a girl and what they wanted to do with her, while he realized more and more that he was predominantly interested in how the other boys developed.
When he first started to jack-off, his dreams were about girls, but over these last months the images of girls changed in fantasies with boys, his class mates Simon and Tom Schneider in particular. Especially the realization that he was secretly lusting after Tom was disturbing. He knew him, of course, but was never close with him, so why did he appear in so many fantasies when he masturbated?
Previously, he would never have even thought about fucking a boy, but everything went so naturally that hot summer day in Simon's backyard. And he didn't really need to insist at all.
He pictured Simon's nice round buttocks, and the image of his own cock sliding between those round globes in the soft valley was something he couldn't get out of his mind. Ever since the encounter, he had masturbated with fantasies of him fucking Simon, his hard dick in the warm interior, and even more disturbingly, Simon fucking him.
After that time with Simon, that image stayed in his mind, it haunted him, and slowly but surely it dawned on him that maybe he was more interested in boys than girls.
It was a pity he wasn't Mackey. But the fuss that had ensued last week when it was leaked that Dave was likely to become a Mackey, a fuss that was clearly negative from the Mackey boys' perspective, made him realize that this wasn't something he wanted to burn his fingers on. Although he understood Dave very well: once you've had a go in Simon's lovely ass, you wanted more. And Simon had told him there would be more Mackey Bottoms available if you're a Mackey, though he had absolutely no idea who these boys could be. Maybe they were even in his class like Simon, walking around the schoolyard. There must be. It didn't let go of him.
He gave Simon another pleading look, knowing he wouldn't mollify Simon with that, but, hey, you never know. It worked the first time too. And for a second he thought he could see that Simon had a momentary hesitation, as if he would give in at any moment. But of course that didn't happen.
"Please Greg, don't look at me that way," Simon pleaded in a tone that sounded more like surrender than an attempt to fend him off. Simon was confused. Why was he not walking away from him? He'd already said `no', but he didn't move, just like it happened this summer. He knew he shouldn't, but for some reason, he knew that he would give in. Just like before. He simply wasn't used to saying `no' anymore. He knew he was lost the moment he saw Greg's reaction when he halfheartedly said `please' in his faint attempt to turn Greg down.
Greg saw Simon's hesitation and smiled. He took Simon's hand and said, "come, we sneak into the janitor's storage room behind the stairs," and without any protest he guided Simon to the secluded room and closed the door.
"I know I'm not supposed to know, but I do know what you're doing with the Mackey boys here at school," Greg started as he opened his trousers, and lowered them together with his briefs, "would you do it with me as well ? Please?"
Simon wanted to protest. His mind said no, but something in him let him continue; he simply couldn't turn Greg down. This has become too much of a habit over the last weeks and before he realized it himself, he was already on his knees and had Greg's now quickly inflating dick in his hands, and his mouth on its way to the purple head, ready to swallow it.
Greg took a deep breath when Simon took the hard penis is his mouth and let his tongue travel around the soft head and down the shaft, and he moaned softly at the feeling of Simon's hands tenderly stroking his balls, slowly moving further between his legs to the warm cleft.
Simon felt Greg's hands on his head, softly stroking his hair like a lover would, and he looked up into Greg's dreamy, half-closed eyes, as he was completely in trance by the tremendous feeling on his privates. The soft stroking of his hair made Simon feel relaxed, different from other blowjobs. Greg clearly enjoyed his mouth and tongue on his rigid tool and only gently rocked a little with his hips, not the forceful thrusts other boys usually would give when they were getting close. He felt the hands slowly moving down his cheeks to his chin, tenderly stroking him, until he felt Greg pull him gently up by the head.
"I want to see you as well," Greg whispered, and when Simon was up on his feet, Greg opened Simon's pants.
Simon dropped his pants, followed by his briefs, and the boys stood there, without speaking, just stroking each other, fondling their cocks and balls, only disrupted by a soft `sweet' from Greg when he saw a clear pearl of precum coming from the small slit on Simons dick head.
Silently Greg kneeled, and before Simon realized it, his dick disappeared in Greg's warm mouth. He gasped, and when he felt Greg's hands around his balls, softly squeezing them, lifting them playfully as to weigh them, he felt his orgasm rising by the unexpected attack on his now straining dick. This was too much of a nice feeling, too good to hold back for long, and after only a minute or two he uttered a soft `..Uhmph..,...oohh...wait..,.....Aahhgg...' and he shot 2 ropes of cum in Greg's mouth even before he could warn the boy, and in a reflex he quickly retracted from Greg's mouth. But Greg stopped him, which made him squirt the next 3 or 4 large shots of cum on Greg's face and shirt.
Gasping heavily he blurted out, embarrassed, "oh sorry man, it took me by surprise..."
Greg looked up, smiling, with cum dripping from his nose and cheek, swallowing what he had in his mouth. Without saying anything he gently stroked Simons hips and belly and then made Simon turn around, tenderly kneading the soft white buns in front of him.
He took the remaining globs of semen from his chin and nose with his fingers and gently pushed them in the cleft before him, lubricating Simon's brown pucker with his own cum.
Simon shivered when he felt the warm finger against his opening and looked behind him, just in time to see Greg taking the last cum off his face and bringing it to the waiting hole.
Greg placed a little kiss on one of the butt cheeks, stood up and gently pushed Simon's torso a bit forward. Simon, still a bit dizzy in post-orgasmic bliss took the hint and bent over, giving Greg full access to his ass.
Only when Simon felt the warm dick pressing against his ass he realized that he shouldn't do this, let Greg, a non-Mackey, fucking him here, at school. But a soft kiss on his back followed by a resolute push of a dick into his ass made him forget instantly. Greg eased about half his cock in the tight passage and paused. He withdrew some and then went in completely.
"I wanted to do this for a long time," Greg whispered, "You okay?"
"Yeah," Simon answered, gasping a little when Greg pushed his dick again deep in him.
With those words, Greg started to fuck Simon at a steady pace. Simon's body was rocking in unison with his thrusts. Greg was in heaven This was everything he hoped it would be. It was a great ass on a sweet and good-looking boy, and he loved watching the soft globes split by his hard dick moving between them.
It was one of Simon's most tender fucks he'd had, Greg moving slowly in and out and back in his ass, stroking his buns, his back, but fucked he was. By a non-Mackey, at school, no less. He knew he shouldn't have let it happen, yet he had. When he felt Greg releasing his seed deep in him with a muffled grunt and two or three hard thrusts, he didn't know if he should regret this, or enjoy the mutual sex play they had.
Still without words, they pulled their pants up, smiled awkwardly when they looked each other in the eyes and quickly left the janitor's storage room.
"Thanks, Simon, hope you enjoyed it as much as I did," Greg said under his breath when they were back in the hallway.
Simon just nodded, feeling with his hand at the seat of his trousers to check if something was already leaking. "Thanks for the blow job," he whispered back, "and sorry for squirting all over you."
Greg raised his hand to indicate that it was okay and Simon turned and walked back to the central hall and quickly went to the boy's room, squeezing out the cum that Greg had deposited deep in his ass , and then went looking for Derek or Dave. He instinctively knew he had to stop this talking about Dave. If boys at school are talking this openly about the Mackey stuff, it's a recipe for disaster.
"Hey Derek," Simon shouted when he finally saw Derek Franklin at the other side of the central hall and he waved at him. He quickly walked over to him.
"What's up?" Derek asked surprised.
"Can we talk in private?" Simon asked, looking around for some space.
"Is there a problem? You look stressed."
"Yes, I think there is," Simon said, "we need to talk. It's about Dave."
"Oh, what about him?"
"I heard someone saying that Dave has become a Mackey."
"So?"
"There are two problems with that. In the first place, how can it be that there are rumors about Dave here at school about Mackey stuff while we're not allowed to talk about this, and secondly how can a non-Mackey like Dave become a Mackey? Has this something to do with what happened at the old Meisner's Cabin this summer?" Simon asked agitatedly, trying to keep his voice down.
Derek Franklin looked surprised at Simon
"You didn't know? Dave will be called before the Council shortly; he is claiming to be a Mackey. It's your dad presiding over that Council, how come you don't know? But I don't know when that Council meeting will be held, they say it will be in a couple of weeks or so now that everybody is busy with their harvest. But you're right, he should not blabber about this, I'll tell him to shut up. He clearly don't know all the rules yet."
Before Simon could react, the bell rang, telling them to get to their classes.
He was stunned. What? His dad speaking with Dave about becoming a Mackey? He suddenly remembered what Derek had said about becoming a Mackey after Dave had fucked him that summer day at Meisner's Cabin. That could only mean that one way or the other his dad knew that it was Dave who'd fucked him. But how did he know? Did Dave just went to the Council? Or has someone sent him there? And why didn't his dad say anything about this? He definitely will question his dad.
It was a disturbing thought, but he didn't get to ponder about it too long as class started, and some boys kept him busy between the next classes.
Later, during lunch break, some boys were looking for Simon to see if they could get lucky, but they couldn't find him. Ultimately, they gave up and returned to the cafeteria, walking down the quite hallway at the back of the building, past the storage room where, unbeknownst to them, Simon and Jasper have retreated. The only sounds that could be heard in the deserted hallway were the muffled contented moans and the wet slurping sounds that emanated from the blowjob Simon was giving.
The boy he was currently blowing was Jasper Mackey, a horny 14 year old who insisted that the lights were turned off before Simon sucked him off. He could feel Jasper's warm fingers holding his head while he worked Jasper's cock like a bitch in heat.
"Damn, that feels good, Simon," he hissed, prompting him to run his right palm along the inside of his thigh. "I can't believe how good you are at sucking dick." Jasper said.
"He's in there with Jasper Mackey right now," Simon heard from the other side of the door, "They turned the light off, too. I wonder they're doing in there." He recognized the voice of his classmate Jeff Mackey, one of the five boys who had fucked him at Meisner's Cabin this summer.
"I bet he takes it in the ass right now," another boy said casually, and Simon immediately recognized him as another Mackey, Dylan Richter, who was Jeff's best friend. "so far he only did blowjobs, I wonder if he'd let us fuck him here at school, too."
"We're not fucking, he's just giving me head," Jasper said through the door. "It feels great."
"Man, you're good at this," he again said appreciatively to Simon. "I really love to fuck you tonight. Are you available tonight?"
Simon just shook his head, keeping Jasper's dick in his mouth.
He felt Jasper reaching his orgasm, and with his warm hand, he fondled the boy's soft balls, his lips wrapped around the expanding dick that was now pistoning with hard thrusts in and out of his warm mouth, while still slavering the pole with his tongue. Jasper groaned and his cum spurted into Simon's mouth while he tried to swallow it all.
"Man, that was great, thanks. You sure you can't have me tonight?" he tried a last time.
"Sorry, I don't even have sufficient time for homework. Maybe some other time."
Jasper zipped his pants and with a `thank you' he unlocked the door and went outside, a few seconds later followed by Simon.
From the corner of his eyes, he noticed four 8th graders from another County looking at Jasper who quickly tried to disappear, and then the boys looked at him. They said nothing, but Simon sensed trouble by the way they had looked at Jasper and him.
Simon quickly joined his classmates for the next lesson and took a mint to get rid of the taste of Jasper's cum in his mouth.
After the last class, Simon walked with Tom, stuffed his books in his locker and when he closed it, he heard some noise coming from around the corner.
It was Jasper, surrounded by the four 8th graders he had seen earlier, pushing him into a corner.
Simon instantly knew that these boys were bullies, trying to get onto Jasper. But before he could even make a step to help Jasper, the boys noticed Simon, dragged him towards Jasper, and pushed him also in the corner, and chased Tom away.
"Well, well, look what we've got here," the leader of the gang said, "the queer and the cocksucker."
His cronies laughed at his words, and Jasper really looked miserable.
"I guess you both could serve us, can't you?" he continued, "I bet you've got plenty of experience," looking with a mean smile at Simon.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Simon tried to evade the accusation, but he was cut off by the boy.
"Oh sure as hell you know what we're talking about. You're one of these Mackey clans, right? And don't they have these dirty traditions or something?"
Simon shook his head and denied.
"Well, we've heard other stories, and we saw you two coming out the storage room during recess, and that is telling something, that's for sure."
He turned to his cronies and said with an evil grin, "come on guys, take them to the bathroom, and get them on their knees. I'm sure they can do a good job on our dicks."
But before the boys could move, suddenly the hall filled with Mackey boys, 12 of them, 7th and 8th graders, even freshmen and a sophomore, Tom exasperated and angry leading the way, pointing at the bullies.
"What the hell is this?" Larry Mackey, a very sturdy, almost 16-year-old, roared.
He turned to the boy, who apparently was the gang leader, and said with an angry and mean look on his face,
"Did I hear correctly that you just tried to make a Mackey suck your dicks? And that you think rumors about us are true?" and he did a step forward to threaten the four boys even more.
"No, no, it's not what you think," the boy lied, trying to escape, but Larry grabbed him and pushed him back, whereupon Simon and Jasper quickly escaped and joined the pack of Mackeys.
"Well, ain't nothing wrong with my ears, and I clearly heard you saying that you're planning on making our two boys suck you. But you got that wrong, boy," Larry thundered, "You're the ones that are gonna suck. All 14 of us !"
The four boys looked in horror at the 14 boys surrounding them and begged them to let them go, saying they hadn't done anything yet.
"If you think Mackeys are the dirty ones, now everyone in this school will get to know that it's not the Mackey, but you who are the filthy guys making younger boys suck their dicks," Larry roared load enough for the whole school to hear.
"Now scram, before I change my mind! And be sure that everyone will know who the perverts are, and that's not the Mackey!" and he stepped aside and let the shocked and scared boys run off.
He then turned to Simon and Jasper who were still standing timidly in the group.
"And for you two, let this be a warning," he said at a stern tone, "I know what you two had been up to today, and Simon, you've built quite a reputation already. You know that at school, Bottoms are off limits, and you're not supposed to perform Bottom duties here. School's more important than a good fuck or a blowjob believe or not, but more importantly, it's dangerous. You've risked exposure of our Community Traditions, and we cannot take that lightly."
Simon and Jasper looked down very guiltily and mumbled "we're sorry, sir."
"Well, let this be a warning. We Mackeys will always stand up for each other if there is a threat, but if you put the Community at risk, you will suffer. Got that?"
"Yes sir, thank you for saving us, sir" they said meekly.
"No need to thank me, that's what our brotherhood stands for, and you should thank Tom for getting us alarmed so quickly," he finished, "but if you insist to thank me, well, are you available tonight?"
At the sight of Simon and Jasper's shocked faces, he roared with laughter and ruffled the boy's hair.
"Just kiddin'," he joked, "I wouldn't turn down an opportunity, though, if you know what I mean."
That afternoon it was strikingly quiet in the Blair Oaks School bus back to the Mackey Territory, and clearly, everyone understood that things with Simon had gone getting a little out of hand.
At the bus stop near his house, Simon got up and left the bus, with several other kids from the neighborhood.
To his surprise, Tom, who sat the whole trip next to him without saying one word, joined him as well, although he usually got off the bus a few stops farther.
The boys walked shoulder to shoulder to Simon's house and when the bus took off and disappeared around the corner Tom finally spoke, and snorted angrily,
"That was a very stupid thing to do. You damn well know that school is off limits for Community Bottom activities."
He looked at Simon who stared resignedly before him, well aware of the stupidity he had committed.
"What were you thinking man? Jeez."
"Yeah, I know, I shouldn't have done that. But you know, I get so many boys showing up here, I even can hardly do my homework." He wisely didn't mention the session he had with Greg, which was completely voluntary and had nothing to do with his duties as Mackey Bottom. Greg wasn't even a Mackey.
"But you could refuse guys when have important things to do, and homework is that too, you know."
"True, but I got complaints from boys from the South Territory that I'm not available for them and they threaten to go to the Council to add an extra term. It's mostly boys from the south that are asking at school."
"I still think you should stand up against this. Maybe you should go to the Council yourself, to complain about this intensive use. It's not healthy if you're asking me."
"Maybe I should, "Simon pondered, "but thank you for stepping up at school. If it wasn't for you, both Jasper and I would have been on our knees for these bullies. Thanks man."
The boys went inside and Simon's mom got them some drinks and a snack, and they quickly went to Simon's bedroom where they worked on their homework, and afterwards hung lazily on the couch.
"One other problem why I get so many visitors is Hugo. He isn't exactly the preferred Bottom for North. I don't know why, but I think it's his attitude. Boys evade him, they're coming to me and Leo instead," Simon said.
"Yeah, Hugo doesn't seems to be the most cooperative Bottom. He's still angry with being chosen. I hear boys talking about him being vengeful and he is sometimes discouraging boys to use him. He's acting strange; he used to be a funny guy, but now he hardly talks with anybody."
When it was time for dinner, Tom left, saying while he bumped Simons shoulder, "you've been very stupid, but I'm glad that's over now. I think you've learned your lesson. See you tomorrow, enjoying a normal school day."
Although the day had started with a clear sky and agreeable temperature, later that afternoon high clouds came from the north while the warm wind from the south still blew, which combination was usually bad news this time of the year. Only just minutes after Tom had packed his stuff and had left the house to head back home, a severe thunderstorm broke loose.
In an instant, the street was flooded with rainwater, and a strong wind bent the trees. Branches and leaves flew horizontally through the air with frightening speed. With a thunderous clap, lightning struck not far from Simon's house, and Simon's mom asked,
"Tom has just left, hasn't he? Would he be home already?"
"I don't think so yet," Simon replied, It's not a very long walk, but he's left only a minute ago, so I don't think he will be home already"
"That's not good, walking in this weather. If I had the car here, I would have gone after him to pick him up and bring him home, but your dad has the car, and he won't be home until late tonight."
"Hey, look who's there," Matthew shouted, pointing at the side window. They looked in the direction indicated and saw a small figure, bent over against the wind and rain, walking towards them, carrying a backpack on his back.
"That's Tom," Simon said excitedly, "he must have returned."
He quickly went to the door and pushed it open against the hard wind to let Tom in.
A little later, Tom stood in the kitchen like a drowned cat, wet to the bone, visibly shocked by the sudden thunderstorm and the hard lightning strike.
"You stay here for now," Simon's mom said sternly, "you're not going to walk back home in this weather. I'll call your mother to say you'll stay here until the storm has passed, and if that's after sunset, then you'll stay here overnight."
While Tom sat in the kitchen, still a bit dazed, not quite sure what to do next, Simon's mom picked up the phone and with a few words with Tom's mother, she arranged for Tom to stay the night.
"You boys go upstairs, but first Tom, take off your wet stuff so I can wash and dry it before you go to school tomorrow."
The boys started to go upstairs, but Simon's mom intervened and said, "wait Tom, first get out of that wet mess, I'll put it right here in the washing machine."
Tom hesitated. Did she mean that he should undress here, in front of her?
She saw his hesitation and laughed. "Not so prudish young man. I remember you when you were in diapers, and by the way, I see a lot less dressed boys here recently."
"Oh gross," Simon responded, rolling his eyes
But it was clear that she expected no contradiction and Tom took off his wet clothes, gave them to Simon's mother and turned to go upstairs with Simon.
"Wait a minute," and she pointed to his visibly soaked briefs, "are they wet as well? Give them too, so they can go into the wash with the rest."
Tom hesitated. Did she want him to be naked in front of her?
"And you must behave !" she sneered at Matthew who was gloating at the sight of the completely stunned Tom who was now forced to undress completely in front of him, Simon, and, to make matters worse, Simon's mother.
"Sorry ma'am," he said sheepishly, but it was clear from his badly suppressed grin that he didn't mean any of that.
Tom quickly took off his briefs and tossed them onto the pile of the other wet clothes. As fast as he could, with his hand over his crotch, he tried to get away, up the stairs, to Simon's room, walking past the laughing Matthew.
Simon quickly followed his friend up the stairs. He had seen Tom naked many times before, of course, but now, climbing the stairs behind him, with an unrestricted view at his nice round buns, he was struck by how muscular and beautifully round they really were. He had never looked at his friend like that, not even since he had to deal with naked boys who came for sex on a daily basis. He was certainly used to such a view, and yet he was shocked at himself for looking almost lustfully at the exposed butt of his best friend.
In the bedroom, Simon opened a drawer of his closet and pointed at his clothes.
"You're about the same size as me, pick some."
Dressed in a random collection of Simon's clothes, he and Simon went downstairs and settled on the couch in front of the television until dinner was on the table.
While the thunderstorm still raged, the boys watched television the rest of the evening and talked about the plans for the Arcade.
When it was time for bed, Simon said to Tom,
"I think you either should sleep in the shed, or here with me in my bed. You know, we've put the guest mattress in the shed, but it's cold and damp there now. So if you want to stay in the house..."
"That's fine with me," Tom said matter-of-factly, "we've done that before."
The boys went upstairs and while they undressed for the night, Tom took in Simon's naked body more closely than usual. He realized that actually, since Simon had become a Community Bottom, he hadn't seen him completely naked. Simon stopped going to the pond for skinny-dipping, and during the holidays at the Mackey Mansion Simon had avoided being naked as well, even when swimming during their canoe trips. And of course he hadn't used his Mackey rights with Simon either.
Simon lowered his briefs with a quick movement, stepped out of them and kicked them aside. He leaned over to grab his pajamas and gave Tom a short but unobstructed view at his rear end. Tom looked inquiringly at the nice, soft buns. He shivered at the thought that in the cleft between those beautiful round buttocks so many horny Mackey boys had stuck their dick and sprayed their cum.
"You can take one of my pajamas," Simon said, "they are in the drawer. Or do you sleep without them?"
"Ehm, I only sleep in pajamas in the winter, normally just underwear and a t-shirt."
"Okay, fine with me."
After brushing their teeth, they crawled into Simon's bed and talked for a while. Although the bed was not very narrow, for the two growing up boys it became a bit tight. After a while Simon said,
"I'm going to lie on my side for a while, that's a bit easier, and we have more space."
He turned his back to Tom who also turned onto his side. They had shared beds many times before during sleepovers, and Simon still seemed to think it was the most normal thing in the world. But Tom had some reservations. It was strange to think that he was lying here, almost against Simon's back in a pose not very different from the position Simon probably took much more often when he was being fucked. But he was glad that Simon was his normal self now, it was hard enough for him these days, and this day hadn't been an exception.
"Ahw, look at the love birds," Matthew joked when he entered the bedroom and saw the boys in bed together, almost spooning.
"We're not lovers, you dick-head," Tom snapped at him.
"Oh, I see, you're just enjoying my brother's butt?"
"That's a mean thing to say, Matt!" Tom said angrily, "I'm not doing that."
"Nâhh, don't take him that seriously, he's just joking," Simon soothed.
"Could be, but I don't like it when people make fun about the position you're in."
Matthew chuckled a bit, "yeah, cool it dude, I was just joking, you're taking it a little too seriously. I would never hurt my little brother, you should know that by now."
Matthew went into the bathroom to change and brush his teeth, and switched off the lights before he went to bed. He said goodnight and turned to his side, ready to sleep after a busy day.
In the small bed, the boys felt silent as well. It took a while for Simon to follow his brother's lead, contemplating the day, what he heard about Dave, the sex he had with Greg, the non-Mackey, the bullies that tried to abuse him and Jasper and how he was saved thanks to Tom alarming the Mackeys, but ultimately he drifted away and fell asleep.
Tom couldn't sleep. He was still a little upset about what had happened at school today. How stupid of Simon to do that, and apparently had been doing for some time. He looked at the head on the pillow in front of him, the slightly curly brown hairs down to the neck. He shifted to be more comfortable and crept a little closer to Simon, almost spooning him. This now felt different from the carefree stays of the past, now that he knew that his friend had to sacrifice himself so much for the community. He felt sorry for Simon, that they put him in that position just because it was a tradition.
But he also realized he had conflicting feelings. He knew about hormones, and what puberty meant. Of course he started to get horny from the moment the first hairs showed up at the base of his dick, who was now suddenly growing as well. After last year's Choosing - were to his great relieve he wasn't chosen – he had started using the Community Bottoms just as everyone else. Together with Dustin they roamed Mackey land to use their new privileges, but while Dustin was fucking away as if he were on a mission, he increasingly felt uncomfortable with this. Sure, cumming in a nice warm butt was great, but this different feeling started to increase, and after a couple of months he stopped using Bottoms altogether.
He didn't know exactly why, but when Dustin joked about him not using Bottoms, and called him a prude, he knew it wasn't that. And it wasn't that he despised boy-on-boy sex either. It was more the involuntary nature of it for the Bottoms that appalled him.
He hesitated a moment, but then stretched his arm over sleeping Simon and rested it on his side. He felt the warmth radiating from Simon's body, and although they had slept often like this at sleepovers during the years of their friendship, he suddenly became very aware of the physicality of lying together.
He sniffed Simon's neck, smelling his boyish scent, and softly stroked his side and just a little down over his belly.
"Poor Simon," he thought with compassion and planted a little kiss in his neck. "Why am I doing this? Why do I kiss him, even stroking him? To his astonishment he felt his dick stiffening. "What the hell?" he thought. "Am I queer?" No, it is only because I care, I feel sorry for him, it's just comforting him, right?" he tried to justify. Shocked by this physical reaction of his body at his tender gesture, he shifted a little away from Simon.
Tom's move awakened Simon, and still half asleep and drowsy he remembered Tom sleeping over, in bed with him. Did he feel that correctly? Had Tom spooned against him, and had his arm around him? Had he just felt a kiss on the back of his neck?
He lay still, and he felt Tom's hand, almost imperceptibly, with very small movements caressing his side and stomach. He noticed how Tom tried to slide his hips away from him a bit, but it was too little and too late to prevent Simon noticing an erection poking at his butt. Simon heard Tom sigh while he continued to gently caressing his hips. The erection against his butt got harder and harder and it was now clear to Simon that Tom was in dire need.
"If you want to do it, it's okay," Simon said softly, breaking the silence, and he reached down and lowered his pajama bottoms.
Shocked, Tom moved his arm away and shifted backward. "No, Si, no, I'm not doing that," he stuttered.
"I felt you poking me, Tom, I know what that means. It's okay to be horny, you can do it."
But Tom refused. "I'm not horny, but when I am, I take care of myself, thinking about this girl Alexandra, and you're a boy, my best friend no less."
"I know I'm a boy, but that's not an excuse in Mackey land. You know that. Most boys say they pretend I'm a girl when they fuck me anyway. So, it's fine with me," Simon said empathetically and pressed his naked buns back in Tom's crotch, feeling a wet spot in his boxers.
"Simon, ...please, I can't..." Tom stammered when he felt Simon's warm buttocks pressing against his rigid boner. It's been a while since he had felt a warm body pressing against his hard dick, and he shuddered. This felt so good, and he dearly wanted to put his dick in the warm hole that Simon presented him, but he couldn't. He remembered the fabulous feeling of his dick inside Tyler's tight and warm bottom when he fucked his classmate, last time. But that was different. Although Tyler was a Community Bottom that received his dick like Simon, it was not the same. He couldn't exactly tell why, maybe it was because Simon was more a brother to him than a friend, ever since they were toddlers.
"There is Vaseline next to the bed, you can take that," Simon indicated.
"Look, Si," Tom replied, "please don't, I think I shouldn't, you're my best friend."
Simon hesitated a moment, but he wanted to give his friend relief.
"Simon, please, don't make me" Tom moaned when he felt Simon's hand reaching for his throbbing boner, "I can't do this."
"Why not? You're my closest friend, so many boys have already used me, but you still haven't. You can do it, Tom, it's okay with me, really," Simon said while he reached behind him and grasped Tom's erection with a strong hold. He was immediately surprised at both the heat and the hardness of Tom's penis.
"TOM ! " a somewhat annoyed Matthew unexpectedly shouted, "you heard what he said. He's used to it and he is ready for you. He says it's okay, so just do it and get it over with. I need my sleep now."
Tom gasped. His best friend has lowered his pajama bottoms, and is pushing his naked butt into his crotch, against his now leaking, pulsating boner. And Matthew just told him to fuck his little brother so he could get some sleep.
Oh man, yes it's true, he was horny, and with any other Community Bottom he would have just lowered his pants and shoved his boner in. But this is Simon, his best friend, how could he...?
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Next episode:
Will Tom give in?
And will Dave Thompson become a Mackey?
Are Old Will and his cronies getting away with what they did?
To be continued...