Date: Sun, 02 Dec 2007 18:48:27 +0000
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Ch. 11

A long delay, I know. A lot of personal problems, family tragedy, etc. I
guess the storyline doesn't make a whole lot of sense just springing back
into the middle here. For that I can only apologize. But I believe this is
where I left off. Hopefully there are still a few out there remotely
interested in reading about Kelley and his friends in Indian Spring. I'm
not sure when the next one will be, though.



Kids of Indian Spring
by Jonas Henley

Chapter 11

Wednesday,  14 June 1995
3:15 pm

Kelley and Nathan arrived at the Harris house. Kelley had thought Nathan
would remain at the bikes - it would have been easier for Kelley. He rang
the doorbell and waited for either Casey or his sister Andrea to answer the
door.

"Uh, Hi, Mrs. Harris. I didn't know you would be home."

"Well, hello Kelley," she said sweetly. She was surprised to see Kelley,
despite the fact that her own son had jabbered constantly last night and
earlier today how cool the oldest Tucker boy was. She was aware of Casey's
social ineptitudes, and had worried that he had simply found another
unresponsive kid to attach himself to. However, she very much approved of
the Tuckers and was pleased with the thought that Kelley might have an
interest in Casey as a friend. She was also aware of who Nathan was, but
couldn't remember his name, and pretty much ignored him. "Are you here to
see Casey?" She asked, almost hopefully.

"Yes, ma'am. Is he here?"

"Yes he is, but we have company at the moment." She almost asked if he
could come back, but she was happy enough that Kelley Tucker was calling on
her awkward son that she instead said, "But I can let him talk to you for
just a minute, OK?"

"OK, thank you, Mrs. Harris."

"Come inside, and I'll get him."

The boys stepped inside as she walked toward the living room. The Harris
living room was at the end of the entry hallway, such that both boys could
see part way into the room. There was one empty chair visible, and from
around the same corner that Mrs. Harris had disappeared, Casey soon came.
He had a big smile on his face when he saw Kelley, but it dimmed a little
when he saw Nathan. Then Casey remembered that it didn't matter anyway - he
had company and also his mother was home. It's not like he could be alone
with Tucker. Then, too, he was almost afraid of the boy, after what they
had done yesterday.

"Hey Tucker!" He cheerfully said, trying to hide any nervousness.

"Hey, Casey. What's up?" Kelley casually said back.

"Sorry, I got company or you, um, both, could come in."

"Well, I can't really stay anyway. I have something I have to do, uh,
somewhere else. I just came by to say. . . " Kelley's sentence faded out as
he looked uncertainly at Nathan. Despite Nathan knowing about this, he
wasn't so sure that he wanted to say anything about it in front of anyone
else. He was embarrassed. He still couldn't believe that he let Casey
Harris do . . . .THAT . . to him.

Nathan wasn't paying attention, though. He had been looking around Casey
into the living room, as he saw a handsome blond god walk into view and sit
in the empty chair. The unidentified boy leaned back and looked
inquisitively in their direction.

"Wow! Who's that?!!" Nathan said in a barely hushed voice.

Casey smiled at Nathan, and Kelley began in an exasperated tone, "Nate . .
."

"No," said Nathan, forgetting where he was and turning to Kelley in all
seriousness, "he's hot!!" It was easy for Nathan to let down his defenses,
knowing what he knew about Casey and Kelley, but it wasn't a smart habit.
Still Casey just chuckled and said in a whisper into Kelley's ear, "Is he,
you know?"

Kelley thought about this for a second. He thought about whether this would
be a betrayal of confidence, and he wondered just exactly what Casey
thought that he himself was. Kelley then figured since Nathan was showing
himself anyway and that he trusted the discretion of Casey, for some reason
(possibly because of the boy's hunger at just being included), Kelley
answered in the affirmative. "Yeah, he is. I'm not, though, you know."

Casey looked a little shocked. "Who would say that? You're like the
coolest, Tucker."

Kelley was about to add that the other time had just been a really big and
really weird mistake and that they should forget it ever happened, but
Nathan interrupted them again, tugging on Casey's sleeve.

"Hey Casey, who is he? Is he your cousin? Is he moving around here? Does he
live around here?"

Kelley shook his head. Nathan was pitiful.

Casey said, "His name's Brad. I think he's about our age, maybe he's little
older than me. I don't know. He goes to the school I'm going to this year,
though."

"He's going to Sweetwater?"  Nathan asked hopefully.

"Nathan . . ."  warned Kelley in a low voice.

"I'm not going to Sweetwater next year."  Casey dropped the news on them.

"Huh?"  both boys asked.

"I'm going to St. Oliver's up in Bingham. It's a private boarding school.
I'll be living there," he added, just in case they didn't know what it
meant.

"Is it all boys?" Nathan asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Yeah,"  Casey said almost dismally.  "It sucks."

"Yeah, that does suck," Kelley added. Nathan was still staring at Brad,
whose blond hair was just beginning to show dirty blond roots underneath,
as happens with blonds whose hair color turns brownish late. Kelley added,
looking at Nathan, "well, it sucks to some of us."

Casey nodded and said, "I just hope I don't get beat up too much. Brad
seems nice enough, but he and his mom are here just to make sure my mom
knows it was a great choice."

Casey himself didn't sound so sure. Then the boys heard Mrs. Harris' voice,
"Casey dear, you have to say goodbye and come back to the living room."

"Yes ma'am!" He called back. Turning to Kelley he added, "Sorry about all
this. Will you be at the meeting at the Turner's tomorrow?"

He was referring to the CIA meeting (Community Integrity Association) at
which his mom and Kelley's dad would be serving as principal leaders of the
community, along with Dick Cantrell and Roger Turner.

"Yeah, I'll be there." Kelley said, a bit distracted by Nathan, who had
walked farther into the hall and was now waving at Brad, who smiled and
waved back.

"Great," Casey said, and then leaned part way in and grabbed his crotch and
said quietly and knowingly to Kelley, "cause I've been saving up a big load
of cum in my balls. Just so you can feel all of it this time. Cool, huh?"

What planet was the kid from?!! That was all that Kelley could think at
that point. He tried to reply quickly to let Casey know that this would not
be happening, but "Umm . . . " was all that came out of his mouth before
they were interrupted again by Mrs. Harris.

"Casey,"  she began as she walked down the hall toward them.

"Oh, we're going," said Kelley, quickly recovering himself and thinking
that he would just resolve this tomorrow. "See you Casey. Bye Mrs. Harris,
see you at the meeting tomorrow. Come on Nathan."

Nathan cast a smile back at Brad, who smirked and then just grinned at the
boy, before the door closed behind them.

Kelley was about to say something to Nathan, but he just gave up after
Nathan started talking.

"Did you see that other guy?" Nathan asked, not really expecting a reply.
"He was so hot. I mean I'd let him do me."

Kelley stopped in surprise at the brusqueness of this comment.

"No really, I would. That would be so hot, thinking about him naked and
behind me. . . ." Nathan was starting to drift off thinking about it, but
then said, "Sorry, Tuck, you okay with me talking about this?"

Kelley thought about it as they rode their bikes down the street, again
passing Malcolm, who bit back a snide comment as they passed. Kelley still
nodded a hello to be polite. After they passed him though, Kelley answered
his friend. "No, I'm cool with talking about it some. I think."

"Cool. Great!"

The boys turned right back onto Indian Spring Drive and then turned left
before the Allens' house to go down Bypass. Kelly then asked Nathan, "You
let Duncan up your butt, didnt you?"

Nathan burst into a smile that he couldn't hide and said  "Twice!"

At the end of Bypass, instead of going left to Kelley's, they turned right
and shortly after that took a left onto the road that led up to Coolspring.
"You're going real fast with all this, aren't you, Nathan?"

"No. I sucked him off first."

"Geez, Nathan, that's not what I meant."

"Well, you said I could trust Duncan. You said he would be interested into
doing stuff with me. You guys even talked about it. Besides, you're one to
talk."

They were on the road to Coolspring, climbing the winding road, and the
last comment put them into a period of silence as they just biked along and
started pumping the pedals harder as the incline grew. The silence was
eventually too much, as both said at the same time: "Sorry!"

"Jinx!!"  Nathan yelled, and both boys laughed and relaxed some.

"Nate,"  Kelley eventually began.

"Unh uh," Nathan said, cutting him off, "You know the rules. You can't talk
until someone says your name." Nathan grinned in triumph.

That was true, Kelley thought. That was always how they played Jinx. Though
there was usually some time limit. So, knowing that Nathan wasn't letting
him off the hook, Kelley pointed to his watch arm, signaling his question
to Nathan.

"Ummmmmm," Nathan said, pretending to think about it, "Oh, 20 minutes
should do it."

But Kelley shook his head no. They were about halfway up the hill at this
point, rounding another of one of the sharp curves.

"OK," Nathan said, "then 10 minutes after we get to the top of the hill, or
until somebody says your name. And it won't be me. You can't trick me."

Kelley just smiled and shrugged.

They eventually made it to the top of the hill, the second part taking
longer and more effort than the first part. They pulled up on the side of
the road at the top and caught their breaths. Nathan smiled a little
mischievously at his friend who was half-astride the bike just a foot or
two away. "You know, you still can't talk, right?"

Kelley nodded, knowing Nathan wanted to trip him up.

"If I can make you talk, then I get what?"  Nathan asked.

Kelley just shrugged his shoulders. It wasn't going to happen. Unlike
Nathan, Kelley didn't have a problem not talking for 10 minutes.

"Let's see, if you talk," Nathan said smiling, "then I get to suck you
again."

Kelley almost laughed. Nathan was impossible, Once he got turned on to sex,
would it ever end? Kelley just smiled at his friend's attempt and humor and
shook his head.

"Yeah. And totally naked."  Nathan added.

Again Kelley almost laughed. He smiled even broader at the joke and shook
his head again.

"And laughing counts." Which was true, laughing did count, but tickling was
against the rules. That didn't stop Nathan from reaching over and trying to
tickle Kelley on his sides, but Kelley slapped the hand and shook his
finger as if to say that that was against the rules.

"All right, I know," said Nathan, "No tickling. But this has never been
against the rules:" As he said the last part, Nathan leaned forward and
cupped his hand around Kelley's crotch. Still wearing slightly damp swim
trunks, and nothing underneath, Kelley's nutsack felt naked to the hand
cupping it, and his dick quickly began to respond as Nathan's hand grabbed
a hold and began to massage it. "And moaning counts, too," Nathan added
further.

Kelley reacted by at first by bringing his hand forward to stop his friend,
but his hand never made it. It got about halfway before Kelley's smaller
head began to assert itself over the larger one. Kelley's head tilted back
slightly, his eyes began to roll backward and a slight sigh escaped his
lips as the feelings moved down from that hand-to-dick connection, spread
through his lower body, and sent signals of complete sweet surrender
through his body. After all the abuse of the last few days, had he had time
for self pleasure? When was the last time, not counting his cum before
eating that gross sandwich? It was that awkward moment when Nathan had last
had his way with the toy of his greatest desire.

Kelley's legs parted slightly on their own accord to give greater access to
that warm hand that was right now enclosed over the whole of the front of
the rapidly hardening dick, encasing it, squeezing, relenting, running
down, pressing in, gripping some of the skin below the glans, pulling it
forward, and then running back down to cover the whole of it and tease the
tightening balls with the fingertips.

"Unnnnnhhhhh" was the moan coming out of Kelley's partially open mouth, his
partially slatted eyes no longer seeing anything. Everything was quickly
becoming fuzzy. It wouldn't be long now before he completely lost all
control and blew the largest load of his young life and flooded his swim
trunks. If that happened, even with the small load of 12 years, it would
overrun his shorts and leak down the legs through the hem. But Kelley
wasn't thinking about that. He wasn't thinking about anything but the
incredible feeling building inside him. Out of reflex, with the hand that
was not on the handlebars he reached out and grabbed a support, which
happened to be the inner thigh of Nathan. His hands felt and grasped the
fabric of the inner thigh of Nathan, the top of his hand brushing the less
developed, but still anxious, balls.

For Nathan , this was an even greater experience than that he had had with
Duncan, even with the swimsuit blocking the way. Nathan's imagination had
grown by leaps and bounds the last couple of days, especially after the
variety of hard dicks he had seen, the two he had sucked, and the entries
he had seen: Connor's dick pushing in and out of Katie's pussy, Carlos'
dick just starting to open the asshole of the very boy whose dick he was
now holding, squeezing. Yes he could imagine quite well what this rod of
legendary comfort would look like naked in his hand again, and he was
wanting to see the boy, naked and squirming under his control. After all,
Kelley had moaned, and moans counted on the jinx.

It was a rush for Nathan, a rush that went straight to his own dick,
pushing out his own swimsuit, several inches away from his body. It was
different for Kelley, though; Nathan's swim trunks were much tighter, which
was good for him at the pool, while Kelley's were loose, very loose. They
were unlikely to hide anything once Nathan let go. And they were unlikely
to hold anything once Kelley let go, which is honestly something neither
boy was thinking about.

Nathan found himself half wishing Kelley's shorts were wetter, thinner, and
white, kind of like Connor's during the water war when he got such a great
look at the tight ass, the hairline, and the bulging dickhead of the older
boy. These memories spurred on an even more persistent and strenuous
massage. It was pushing Kelley closer and closer to the edge. He was
feeling that emotion of fear of going over, that promise of ultimate
pleasure, and then - - there it was:

A siren. Well the first second and a half of a police siren. Both boys
jerked completely out of all sexual and ultimate sensuality and back into
reality. If it had come at a hundredth of a second later, Kelley would have
shot anyway, and shot the whole time he was falling backward off his bike.

As it was, all he did was fall off the bike. Nathan jerked back and around.
He wavered uncertainly on his bike but managed to recover himself and keep
both himself and his bike upright. Kelley was just standing up and brushing
off the back of his shorts when the police car slowly rolled on to the dirt
and loose gravel of the side of the road. Kelley stood up straight, but he
still felt a thrill running through his dick; on top of that, it felt like
it was holding up all of his swim trunks. He looked down and saw that
practically all 4 inches that he had were obscenely pushing straight out,
or trying to. You almost even see the head. The thought of it had the
opposite effect he would otherwise have thought.

Getting caught didn't help his dick go down; it just kept him closer on
edge. The friction of rubbing against the front of his suit was doing its
job as well. He quickly threw his hands down in front to hide it as best he
could, but just to touch it, to try to push it down, made it feel all the
more ready to go off. He looked up at the officer smiling at him and
recognized the face of Officer Fenton, the officer that had been called out
a couple days ago to see what these two boys were up to riding around
Coolspring on their bikes, clearly looking like they didn't belong. The
officer had let them go at that point, but Kelley wasn't too sure how much
had been seen this time around. He almost passed out when saw the officer's
arm reach out of the car, point to him, and then beckon him closer to the
patrol car.

Kelley didn't want to approach anyone in his state of arousal, but he
wasn't sure what he was more afraid of, walking up to the patrol car with a
torpedo coming out of his shorts, or making the cop mad, and risk that the
cop had seen everything. Officer Fenton then pointed at Nathan and said,
"You too. Off the bike and come here."




Officer Fenton couldn't believe his luck. He had had a hard-on for almost a
whole hour the last time after he watched Kelley bike off on Monday and
watched that perfect 12 year old boy-ass just barely caressed into form by
the boy's jeans. Fenton had cum about two buckets that night when he
remembered one more time that ass and thought about what it looked like as
the boy lowered his jeans and underwear and bent over to remove them as
they went skinny-dipping. That was the fantasy of Fenton, however.

Right now, he couldn't believe his luck. He had felt guilty the greater
part of the next day for thinking such thoughts about a boy, but he
couldn't help coming back to them and secretly hoping he would see the boy
again. He had as well found himself all through the afternoon yesterday
looking at other young boys playing. It was strange, he had had similar
desires and stray eyes over some of the younger adolescent girls, but he
felt guiltier at that than when he began looking at boys more. It had been
a long time since he gave serious thought to enjoying a boy's body - since
he was a boy, really. Just this morning in fact, he realized that he was
staring at a 13 year old boy in his complex, and that he had watched the
same boy last night from his balcony that overlooked the basketball court.

These thoughts and the sight of the incredibly beautiful specimen of
just-incipient manhood walking toward him drove the blood into his crotch
and engorged his dick until it was uncomfortably straining and trying to
burst through its confines. This kid was a born lady-killer; he would be
able to lay any girl he wanted just by asking. At the same time, he had the
air of a more conserved kid, even in this obviously embarrassing state. And
Officer Fenton was enjoying this state very much, as Kelley tried to
approach with some dignity. He had his hands out in front of him, though
for some reason wasn't touching himself, wasn't trying to push his erection
down or up or even hide it much. Fenton could see the extremely hard dick
wavering back in forth in a wobble in the fabric of the swim suit.

The movement of the dick must be sensitive to the kid, thought Fenton, as
he watched the pace become disjointed and frenetic and the expressions on
the kid's face shift from fear to determination and back. He looked over at
the other kid who had had an easier time coming up to the window of the
patrol car. He was a good looking kid, too. Fenton remembered this kid from
the other day, as well. He was the one who looked like he was about to
smart off, but instead let the good looking tow-headed kid do the talking.
Still, as Fenton looked Nathan up and down, the dirty blond was pretty good
looking in his own right. Damn good looking, but next to the walking
hard-on that was just now making it to the window, his looks were lost on
Fenton.

Nathan was standing at the front of the window, but off to the side, just
behind the side mirror and leaning against the edge of the front
windshield. His heart was going 90 miles an hour, fear building. What would
happen to him when his parents found out? His outside didn't show it, but
that was more because it still had faith in Kelley being able to get them
out of it. He didn't know why, but that was where he put his faith.

Kelley had his own fears, but they were mostly fear of embarrassment and
other fears of the moment - fears that he was going to blow a load all in
his shorts and right there in front of the police officer. He stopped about
four feet from the window, but facing the whole of it.

"Closer, son."

Kelley moved about half a foot closer and Fenton sighed, but it was
theatrics on his part. Any real sigh from Fenton would be accompanying a
rush of semen into his pants at this point. "What's your name, son?"

"Uh, Kelley, sir."

"OK, Kelley, now don't make me get out of this car. I want you to take one
biiiiig step up to this car. If you're still too far away . . ."

But Kelley didn't wait for him to finish and stepped up to the car. Fenton
took in an involuntary deep breath as the boy of his dreams was standing
nearly naked, well just a thin fabric below the waist and a plain white
t-shirt that barely came down to the waist.

"That's better. Now Kelley, put your hands up on top of the car, and don't
move them."

"Why?" Kelley risked.

Fenton immediately undid his seat belt, as if he was about to get out of
the car. The trick worked and Kelley quickly put his hands up on top of the
patrol car. His young body now framed by the window, though his lower body
was far enough way that he was bent slightly over, and his shorts were
completely in view for Officer Fenton. The increased exposure was causing
Kelley's dick to stretch for the sky even more, more so than he would have
thought possible even a few minutes ago. Fenton watched as the dickhead
moved very slightly up the stretched fabric in a couple of jerks.

Fenton wanted more of a record for later fantasies. He wasn't sure what he
was going to do with these two kids, but he was silently giving thanks that
they stopped at an area that was out of the view of the first houses of
Coolspring and as well on a road that was very little traveled. Fenton
pulled out his notebook for information, but this information wasn't going
back to headquarters, that was for sure. "What's your whole name?"

"Kelley Tucker, sir" Fenton wrote it down in his patrol book. This finally
had the effect of causing Kelley's dick to start dropping. Fenton could see
it out of the corner of his eye, the head of the dick starting to drop down
the fabric of the swim suit. He decided to get this information down later
and put the notebook aside. He put his hand out of the window and on
Kelley's hip.

"Relax, son, I'm just trying to figure out what you two are up to again,
here in Coolspring."

"We weren't up to anything, Officer," Nathan offered, though Fenton wasn't
going to let it go that easy.

"Well," Fenton began as he moved his hand more broadly over the hip and
toward the back of Kelley, feeling where those majestic rumps rose out from
the boy's back and formed the incredible ass whose heat he was feeling
through the thin shorts, "that's not what it looked like to me. And what
was your name, son?" He asked Nathan.

"Nathan, sir"

"Well, Nathan, what it looked like to me was that you were playing with
this here." With that Officer Fenton grabbed a hold of the front of
Kelley's shorts where they stuck out at an angle about 3 1/2 to 3 3/4 away
from his crotch and got hold of a good portion of Kelley's dick as he did
so.

"Oh god,"  Kelley exclaimed with a sharp intake of breath,  "please don't."

"Well, Kelley, uh Tucker wasn't it?"

"Yes sir," Kelley exclaimed again in a rising voice pitch, fearful of what
was about to come shooting up from his balls.

"Is that what happened or not?"

"Yes sir!" he replied again, desperately trying not to squirm out of the
officer's grasp. There was no way he could lie under this type of pressure.
Despite the fear and ironic immense pleasure of the impending volcano from
his dick, Kelley kept his hands on the roof of the car as he had been
instructed. He was beginning to feel anticipation of the blow-out from the
bottom of his balls to the inside of his asshole.

Fortunately for Kelley, the officer soon removed his hand and put it back
on his hip, though this time more on his right buttcheek than on his hip.
Kelley, at this point, didn't care, so long as the hand wasn't grabbing his
sensitive dick, it could be anywhere on his ass. Nathan meanwhile had been
observing the entire proceedings with interest. He realized this was a bit
unorthodox for the officer, but he was too captivated by Kelley's position,
literally and figuratively, to really think too much about anything else.

Fenton was about to burst his own pants and was thinking how he could take
this a bit farther, or find an excuse to feel up this fine specimen of boy
some more. He came upon a plan and told the boys to both move down the
front of the car, lean over and put their hands on the hood and spread
their legs. The boys started to become very worried. Fenton was trying to
think of a way to put them at ease, because he liked these two boys. The
problem first was, though, how to get out of the car. He couldn't very well
stand up in front of these two boys with a bursting bulge of his own.

While he was thinking of these problems, and at the same time looking at
the two boys leaning there in such a subordinate position with their young
hard dicks pushing the flimsy fabric of their suits, he only got harder.
That's when all three heard the short bleep of the second siren.

John Fenton quickly looked in the rear view mirror as he saw the second
patrol car pull up behind him.

"Oh shit." He said flatly to himself. It was Ed Bowers. He didn't like Ed;
didn't like working with the somewhat overweight, pompous, arrogant
bastard; didn't like being in the same room with him. He tried to arrange
his patrols and shifts so that he had as little contact as possible with
him. Ed Bowers was a semi-sophisticated redneck with a badge, and he liked
belittling people, liked looking down on them, and liked to make the most
of his little bit of power in the relatively crime-free village of
Coolspring. It would be more fitting to see him in a security guard
uniform. His sense of self-importance fit that better.

He unfortunately spread the same sense of swaggering self-grandeur to his
boys, Chris, 14, and Eddie, 13. Fenton had met them before and figured he
wouldn't care for either one of them as they grew up, which seemed to be
taking awhile. They were both slightly taller than average for their age,
and bigger in general for their age, but not as mature or sophisticated,
except perhaps in their own minds. If they lived in Coolspring, they would
be the type of kids that people called the police about on a chronic basis.
John had wondered if they were as immature sexually as they were
conversationally.

His musings for the moment, though, were interrupted by seeing Bowers get
out of his patrol car. The new problem was that he had to get out of his
own patrol car and go and see what Bowers wanted. To do that, he would risk
exposing himself in his compromised hard position. Fenton's dick had gone
down somewhat, but not enough. He didn't want any ridicule from Bowers,
plus he didn't know who else was in that car. It looked like Bowers already
had a couple of delinquents in it. Still, he really didn't want Bowers
getting too close to his own two delinquents. So, Fenton got out and went
to meet Bowers halfway between their two cars.

Kelley and Nathan were meanwhile still bent forward, embarrassed and
worried, legs spread somewhat and hands on the hood on the side of the car.
They both feel like everything they had was just hanging out in the breeze,
since neither of them had liners in their suits. It was worse for Kelley,
as his suit was older and of a flimsier material than Nathan's. They
thought their dicks would shrink out of further fear when they watched big
Ed Bowers get out of his patrol car and start to saunter over. But they had
both been pushed to the point of cumming twice without release, and their
dicks were refusing to behave or shrink out of fear.

Kelley, in particular, needed a big cum more than anything. He hadn't
jerked off but once in quite a while and since that time, he had been felt
up partially by Carlos - when he tried to fuck him; felt up by Casey - when
he did fuck him; felt up by his own brother in the middle of the night; and
now again, and within the last half-hour, by both Nathan and Officer
Fenton. He couldn't take much more. So he didn't really register what
Nathan said when he asked quietly, "Tuck, did you catch the dick on the
police guy when he got out of the car? He was getting' hard the whole time!
And it's big too."

Kelley, though, was a little bit more worried about their situation, which
seemed to be getting worse by the moment, as well as his own embarrassing
position. He could clearly hear the loud, pompous voice of this new
officer:

"Well, Fenton," Bowers began, addressing the other officer only by his last
name, as was his annoying habit. "I see you caught the perverts."

"Um, what?"  Fenton asked, startled by this assumption.

"The perverts. You caught them already."

"Uh, what are you talking about, Ed?"

Bowers took a deep breath like he was talking to a child and needed
patience.

"The jogger that called in and said she saw two boys playing with
themselves just outside the gates - right out in the open on the side of
the road. Well, I figured it was some of that Indian Spring trash." He
added this last part as he looked around Fenton at the two boys leaning up
against the car. The same boys were wishing they could just sink into the
earth and disappear. Then Bowers looked back at Fenton and registered the
surprise on the man's face. "You mean you didn't know about the jogger? You
caught them red-handed?"

"Uh, yeah, I did," Fenton replied, still stunned and unconsciously
confirming the jogger's story.

"Way to go, Fenton!" Bowers guffawed and slapped the upper arm of Fenton,
who was now silently cursing himself for confirming the report and now not
able to just let the boys go. The question now was how to get rid of
Bowers.

"All right, I'll take it from here." Bowers stated with his usual self
importance.

"What?" Fenton snapped back to reality. "Why would you do that? I can
handle this perfectly well on my own, Ed."

"Oh, I'm sure you can, Fenton," Bowers said, again in a slightly
deprecating tone. "I'm sure you've got everything well in hand." He added
this last part with a smirk and a downward glance at Fenton's shrinking,
though still obviously dented, crotch.

Fenton reddened as he caught the insinuated insulted. He almost covered
himself reflexively, but he caught himself before he added to his body's
admission of guilt.

"Now, look here, Ed,"  he began to protest but was cut off.

"No, you look here, Fenton. You told the chief that you would take this car
into the city and get that transmission checked. Instead you left with the
good car and left me saddled with this one. Now the chief wants it done
today, and perhaps any other day I might just do it for you, because that's
the kind of guy I am. But today is the day my boys get to ride along and
see how their daddy works. Chief even made them deputies for the day; and
they aren't going to spend the day at the motor hall. No part of it."

While Bowers was shoveling his bullshit about what a stand-up guy he was,
Fenton bent down slightly to get a better look in the car. He waved at the
two boys in there, though they didn't return the wave. "That's Chris and
Eddie in there?"

It was understandable to have thought they were just a couple of juvenile
delinquents, since that's pretty close to what they were inside. Bowers
responded, "Yeah, that's them, getting bigger all the time, aren't they?
Good boys they are."

Fenton tried to suppress his own sarcasm.  "Uh, yeah."

"BOYS!!" Bowers yelled out, "go on and get out, and get your stuff!" Chris
was in the front and had to let his little brother out of the back. They
got their Maglights that they had been given. Each had a pair of handcuffs
and a gold shield pinned to the upper left of their shirts.

"Uhhh, Ed," Fenton began looking back at Kelley and Nathan bent over and
vulnerable and seeing a growing panic in their eyes, as even more people
were coming on to the scene, "I really think I should finish this case and
then I can meet up with you and switch cars."

"The garage is closing soon, Fenton. What's the matter? Don't think I can
handle a couple Indian Spring punks? Just a matter of talking to them,
really."

If that's all, Fenton thought, then it became less of a concern for the
boys that gnawed at him and more of a loss of his own opportunity. He
couldn't let Bowers see that weakness, though, so he turned back to Bowers
with a forced smile. "Of course, Ed. Of course you can. Just go easy on
them. They aren't bad kids."

"Will do."

Ed still had the same self-importance in that voice, but there was nothing
else Fenton could do. He turned and headed back to the car after relenting
with, "All right, well, let me get my stuff." After he got all of his
things that he needed, he said quietly to the boys, "Sorry, Kelley, Nathan,
but Officer Bowers is going to finish you guys up. Probably just a stern
lecture and let you go. You really should have been more careful."

Nathan just nodded, getting a little tired in this position, and Kelley
gave a weak "Yes sir," as Fenton turned away disappointed and headed over
to the other car.

"OK, Bowers, they're all yours. I'll let the chief know that I'm taking the
car in now."

Bowers just waved an OK over his shoulders and didn't even look back as
Fenton drove off. He had his boys come around to the front side of the car
and addressed poor Kelley and Nathan. "OK boys, my name is Officer Bowers,
these young men with me are duly appointed officers of the law. As they
have the same name as myself, being my own sons, and not too much older
than you two, I'll refer to them as my deputies. Now, look back without
taking your hands off the vehicle. Good. This is Deputy Chris, just turned
14 two moths ago, and this is Deputy Eddie, 11 months younger. You see,
they're pretty close to your age, but you will address them as 'Sir' and
treat them as the official police officers that they are for the day."

Kelley and Nathan had looked back over their shoulders and saw the smirks
on the two slightly older, but much bigger boys. Kelley had a very bad
feeling about this. They faced forward again, not sure what was coming
next, but pretty sure they wouldn't like it, Kelley cursing himself and
Nathan both silently.

"So, deputies," Bowers continues in his self-important voice, "here's the
story. About 3:05 this afternoon, Mrs. Wanda Sheppard was taking her
afternoon jog, as per usual, right on schedule. Now after Mrs. Sheppard
comes by, the next usual presence on this road isn't until 5:45pm when
Douglas Barnes, a banker, takes his early evening run. Other than these
two, this is a practically deserted road in the afternoons, with hardly a
single car. Perhaps that is what these two miscreants were thinking at the
time, that they had this whole road to themselves for their perverse
pleasures."

Deputy Eddie looked a little confused. Bowers saw his son's confusion and
asked him, "Not sure what that means? That's because you and your brother
don't do these things; you don't act like these two. What Mrs. Sheppard
saw, and what was confirmed by Officer Fenton, was that these two boys
engaged in the very lewd and public act of feeling up each other's private
parts. Do I have this wrong, boys?" Bowers asked the two helpless 12 years
spread and bent over the hood.

"No sir," Kelley said very quietly, thinking things would only get worse if
they lied.

"So you had your hands all over each other's personal parts?"

Kelley had to clear his throat a bit and swallow before he could answer,
somewhat hoarsely. "Yes, sir."

"Sick."  Eddie said.

"Faggots."  Chris said distastefully under his breath.

"I am not!" Kelley said defensively, then remembered Nathan and added for
him protectively, "I mean, we are not."

Chris made a derisive sound, but his father cut him off. "No, Deputy Chris,
we will take these degenerates at their word. After all, he was honest
enough about what they were doing. But for me that just means there's even
less of an excuse for their behavior. And to foul this fair city and
disturb poor Mrs. Sheppard."

"That's down right unacceptable, dad."  Chris said, nodding his head.

Bowers cleared his throat slightly.

"I mean, Officer Bowers."  Chris corrected himself.

His father nodded his approval. Eddie started smiling, getting into the
spirit of things and walked up to Kelley and reached around and grabbed his
heavy, still mostly hard dick. "This one's even got a hard dick, dad. I
mean, Officer Bowers."

Bowers again nodded his approval, this time to his other son and said, "So
Deputy Eddie, do you think that means he's learned anything?"

"No sir. Seems like he still wants to do it more, and probably will if we
were to just let them go." He grabbed a hold of Kelley's dick, and Kelley
couldn't help himself as he groaned out, "Unnnggh" and raised his ass up to
move his dick out of the merciless hand wickedly massaging it.

When Kelley did this, what Chris saw was the perfect ass of the boy raise
up and almost seem to wiggle in his direction. Now Chris knew a top notch
ass when he saw one and was no stranger to fucking ass having forced his
younger and smaller cousin into giving it up when he caught the boy playing
grab-dick naked with a neighbor of his. When Chris threatened to tell the
boy's dad, who was Ed Bowers brother and even more of a homophobe, the
younger 13 year old agreed to do whatever Chris wanted, and what Chris
wanted was to stick his hard dick in that boy's virgin ass, which he had
already done three times now. And as Chris was watching Kelley raise his
ass to move away from Eddie's grabbing, Chris grabbed his own crotch and
said absently, "Officer Bowers, I think these boys need to be taught a
lesson."

"Hmmm, I agree, deputy. We could arrest them. Since they aren't Coolspring
residents, and there isn't a holding facility in Indian Spring, we should
probably take them down to the main holding facility in the city. Of course
once word got around that they get off on dick . . . ."

"Well, then there wouldn't be too much left of these tight asses, would
there be?" Chris finished his dad's insinuation and walked forward and put
a hand on a firm buttcheek of each boy, giving them both a squeeze and
continuing to massage each half of the ass he was holding. Nathan wasn't
sure whether to be angry or fearful, and Kelley was just trying to think of
what he should do or say.

Chris continued talking to the two boys; he was totally into abusing the
little bit of power or advantage he had. The apple didn't fall far from the
tree and he said, giving an extra squeeze to each thoroughly embarrassed
boy's bottom to emphasize his point, "Well boys, do you want us to run you
in to the central lock-up, in just these thin shorts, let everybody have a
go at you?"

"NO!! PLEASE!" Nathan yelled out. Kelley didn't buy the threat, but he
could tell that Nathan was scared out of his wits at that prospect.

Eddie had backed up and watched his brother work. Ed Bowers, as well,
looked down with approval at his eldest boy's skillful handling of the
situation. Chris pulled his hands off each boy's behinds and pushed their
T-shirts farther up their backs and left his hands on each boy's half-naked
back, just to remind them of his dominance and their lack of too many
options. As he did this he presented the boys another option. "Well, I
guess we should just tell their parents about this and see what they
think."

Now Chris didn't intend to let the boys off with anything easy, because
there was no fun in that, and he knew from his dad that having some fun was
often the best reward in the work (and for that matter, it was why his dad
wasn't allowed to work on the higher paying police force with the city).
Chris didn't need to worry about the boys opting for that route. Kelley
would have, he would definitely prefer telling his parents. He was pretty
sure they would chastise him for doing this in public and let it ago. But
as Kelley looked over at Nathan he saw even greater fear in the boy's face.
He couldn't subject Nathan to this unilaterally.

Chris saw the paralytic fear in Nathan's face as well and smiled to
himself. "So you want us to call your parents at work, have them come up
here? Maybe let your school know what kind of things you might do there,
too?" He had added the last part for his own enjoyment.

Kelley shook his head no, and Chris tapped on the boy's lower back and
said, "I didn't hear your answer."

"No." Kelley said resignedly, just wanting them to do something and let him
go.

"No, what?" Eddie said, again getting into the flow of things. His dad
nodded in approval.

"No, sir,"  Kelley said, again a little hoarsely.

"Well," Chris said, pausing for effect, I guess that leaves one option. We
cant give you a ticket. Indian Spring trash - you probably don't even have
any money."

Kelley reddened even further at this. He was being totally debased. Still,
so far everything was true. He and Nathan had been doing dirty things right
there in public, he did have a hard-on that wouldn't go away, and he didn't
have any money. None. That part his parents wouldn't like so much, if there
was a fine on top of all this embarrassment. But Nathan was bothered all
out of proportion by this prospect.

Chris began again. "Well I suppose we have to find some way for you to pay
your debt to society. Some way to work off your fine." He began tracing his
finger down the cracks of both boys as he talked, coming to approximately
where their assholes would be, he pushed in more as he made his point
complete. "Some sort of punishment you would agree to, to make sure you
understand not to do this again in Coolspring."

Even Ed Bowers was surprised at his son' boldness and ingenuity, not
knowing about his nephew's case. He wasn't sure he would have gone this
route exactly, but he approved. Pussy was pussy, and his sons were man
enough to take it where they could make it. More power to them. Nathan also
got the point of the finger indenting his shorts inward just millimeters
away from his hole. Nathan looked over at Kelley, who was suppressing anger
and embarrassment both. Nathan caught his attention and nodded just barely
with a pleading look in his eyes. Kelley saw this and relented everything,
inside and out. He relaxed a little and said flatly, resigned. "OK."

"OK, what?" Chris asked, pulling his finger away but grasping the same area
of the swim trunks and pulling downward until the suits were taut, leaving
no doubt as to what was the next step he would take.

"Ok," Kelley said. "We'll take our punishment here."

"What exactly?" Chris asked, keeping the fabric of the back of their trunks
taut in his fingers.

"Whatever you want to do with us," Kelley said. "Like this." He added,
letting them know exactly what submissive role he was going to play.

Chris smiled and pulled further on the trunks, and the light dawned on
Eddie what they were going to get to do as he watched the two smooth,
perfect asses come into view as the shorts slid down over them. Two half
globes and an inviting darker valley between slowly revealing a full moon
on each as the waistbands came to rest just at the bottom of the moons,
barely occluding a view of the initial descent of the ballsacks from behind
and between.

Both Kelley and Nathan breathed in sharply as the felt their bottoms slowly
exposed to the older power-hungry boy and his brother, and again at the end
as they each felt the slightest breeze wriggle in due to their spread legs
and tickle the now naked and exposed portals to the deeper silky warmth of
their bottoms, depths that each would be very soon enclosing and massaging
a hard older boy's dick.

"Nice." Chris couldn't help but breathe out as the luscious and possibly
virgin flesh (for all he knew) came into view. His father overlooked the
comment, for he had to admit his own dick was stirring at the sight,
especially the perfect globes of flesh on the browner, slightly
curly-haired boy. Eddie walked forward and pulled Kelley's suit down in
front and heard the now very hard dick fly up at its release and slap
Kelley's stomach. Eddie reached under and felt around grabbing the dick and
squeezing it good, running his hand up and down a couple times.

"This one's got hairs, and his dick is real hard. He really wants it bad in
his ass. I'm gonna drill him good." Eddie said with a sick smile for a 13
year old.

Chris however was no dummy, virgin or not, he knew which ass was calling
his dick the hardest. The blond haired kid definitely had a fuckable butt,
and Chris would love to sink into it and come deep, but there was no way he
was going to give up on claiming an ass as mighty fine as the brown haired
kid. What was better, was that Chris believed the brown hair boy wasn't the
least bit queer. Chris didn't really and truly care if somebody wanted to
be gay, as long as it wasn't around him, but screwing a straight kid was
going to make the feelings all the more incredible.

Chris grabbed his little brother by the collar and pulled him away and
shoved him behind Nathan's slightly smaller, out-turned, and paler ass.
"You're fucking the blond kid, Eddie. This ass here, though," and he
stroked Kelley's right creamy cheek as he spoke, "is all mine to do. Your
gonna like this, kid, aren't you?" The last part of this was directed to
Kelley.

Kelley knew what was expected. He bent his head and simply said, "Yes,
sir." He was angrier than he had been in a long time. He just wished he
wasn't rock hard at the moment.

"Eddie go around the car there to the other side and look in the glove
compartment," Officer Bowers spoke up finally. "That pussy Fenton keeps
some lotion in there he uses on his hands all the time. Use as much as that
as you need. We don't want to send these two back home with bloody
assholes. I'm going to walk up the road a bit and around the curve, make
sure Mrs. Sheppard don't get any ideas about coming back to check. If I see
anything I'll say it in the handheld and you should hear it on the radio
from the car."

This whole time Kelley and Nathan are leaning there bent over with their
butt's exposed to the world and the wind still blowing in occasionally
between their cracks and across their young and still tight holes. Nathan
is ironically somewhat relieved that his parents will definitely not be
finding out, and as well somewhat intrigued by what these boys would look
like. And feel like. He just hoped they weren't too big. Kelley was once
more starting to distance himself from what was about to occur and,
ironically for him, finding himself relieved, in a twisted sort of way,
that he had been fucked and broken-in already by Casey the day before. He
just hoped he wasn't still too sore.

Eddie fetched the lotion and handed it to his older brother. "Use a bunch,"
his dad cautioned. He then turned his attention to Kelley and Nathan and
poked Kelley on the shoulder to get his attention, "You two boy's virgin
back there? Ever had anything stuffed up your butt?"

"No sir," Kelley lied. Nathan letting him.  "We're still virgin behind."

"Well, that's about to change, isn't it."

Kelley cleared his throat and couldn't look at the man. "Yes, sir," he said
somewhat roughly.

"Hell of a lesson to learn, but I guess you wont be doing it again. Too bad
your arresting officers weren't so lenient."

"You don't have to let them do this,"  Kelley ventured.

He didn't see the disgusting superior smile of Ed Bowers. Just as well, but
he heard the hopeless reply. "Unlike some goody-goodies on the force, I
don't interfere with a good officer's methods of keeping peace in his
community. And I don't see nothing either. You don't like it, stay where
you belong."

He started to turn away but then added. "One more thing, when these good
deputies bust your cherries," and here slapped a hand on Kelley's nice
naked ass and grabbed a cheekful of warm boy bottom for emphasis, "I don't
want to hear a sound down the road, unless it's you begging for more. Got
it?"

"Yes, sir," Kelly answered, feeling the rough hand squeezing up almost the
whole of his right buttcheek, pulling it even further away and exposing the
whole of his hole to the elements and to Eddie, who was already gripping
his own dick through his pants, eagerly anticipating seeing it run through
the same barrier in Nathan's back end.

"Both of you, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir,"  Nathan added to Kelley's answer.

He slapped the ass again and then started to walk off, calling over his
shoulder, "And you both better still be here when I get back. And you
better thank the officers when they're done."

Kelley watched the man walk off, watching with a strange mixture of hatred
and resignation. It was more resignation, though. He let out a sigh.

"Guess that means your ready," Chris said leaning with his back to the car
right next to where Kelley had his hands up on the hood.. He set the bottle
of lotion right before Kelley's eyes. "What's your name?"

"Kelley."

"And the other one that's about to get dicked by my little brother?"

Kelley looked over at the other pair and saw Eddie greedily feeling up
Nathan's ass. Nathan's dick was rising up, too. "His name is Nathan."

Only after he said it, Kelley realized he should have lied, should have
made up names. Oh well, he didn't really have the energy right now. It was
all the same to Chris who just leaned there with his arms crossed and
nodded. He was a slightly different person when his dad wasn't there. Maybe
it was just because now he was all business. He looked off into the
distance a bit longer, letting Eddie play with the other kid's naked butt.

"Well." Chris said. But that was all. Kelley couldn't help but watch the
whole time the boy's hands moved down to his crotch, unbuckle his belt,
then next came the button at the top of the zipper, after that the hand
pulled the zipper down showing boxers underneath, and a tell-tale bulge.
Kelley kept watching as the thumbs hooked into the underwear and began
pushing down boxers and pants, as casually as setting down a glass of
water. '

He watched as the bush of the other boy, hairier than any of the other boys
that Kelley had had the misfortune of meeting so personally the last few
days. Kelley was worried about the size of the dick that was about to
follow. He watched, entranced by the slow, at least it seemed slow,
exposure of the flesh of another boy that was soon to be inserted up into
his ass.

Chris continued pushing down his pants and underwear, revealing a semi that
so far didn't seem too terribly bigger than Casey's - maybe a little
longer, maybe a little wider, though he certainly had a lot more hair.
Kelley wondered once more if the amount of hair corresponded to the amount
of cum. He didn't have time to wonder long though, as Chris, still in his
now business-like attitude, grabbed the lower part of his semi-hard dick
and turned to Kelley, while at the same time reaching his other hand and
grabbed the back of Kelley's head. Chris hefted his semi as he turned and
was soon assured that Kelley knew the drill when he opened his mouth and
let his head be drawn down.

The flaring dickhead was right there at the entrance of his mouth, and
Kelley, trying to remember how it went just a few days ago, covered his
teeth with his lips and sent out his tongue to wet the underside of Chris'
cockhead and give it the go ahead to slide in. Chris both pushed forward
and pulled Kelley toward him and watched as the spongy helmet pushed open
the boy's lips and began to enter.

Kelley quickly realized that this head was bigger than either Carlos'or
Ruben's. He managed, all the same, to get it past the lips and into the
vault of his mouth, his saliva going to work to make it a smooth and
slippery entry as he bathed the head with his tongue. It was tiring working
this big head with his tongue. It might have been different if it was hard
like the shaft that was about to follow, but the head was spongier and
provided increased resistance. Its very nature demanding that the love
muscle in the young boy's mouth prod and massage it. And it took a lot of
effort.

As Kelley was tiring, though, he realized that all this did was to signal
to Chris that this boy's boy surprisingly knew what he was doing.

"Yeeeah," Chris moaned. He was going to enjoy this, and part of him was
realizing that this kid was not really going to be hurt at the end of it.
Forcing a kid to do something he didn't want to do, yet still not hurting
him was the biggest turn-on for Chris. He wasn't quite as bad as his father
in that he actually cared at some point within him, that nobody actually
get hurt - genuinely hurt that is. Even with his little cousin, he made
sure the little guy actually wanted his dick by teasing him with it, even
if his cousin was shame-faced and reluctant.

Chris still got off on forcing his way on others, but he liked to know they
got something out of it in the end. And this boy almost two years younger
than him, with his lips puckered up around that teen shaft, and bathing his
sensitive cockhead in his own saliva, definitely wanted it somewhere. At
least that's what he told himself. And Chris began to push in, feeling the
tight ring of lips surrounding the whole of his girth and the rougher
tongue sliding along the base as he pushed in and over the pink muscle. As
he did so Chris realized he wanted to push into and across a different pink
muscle.

Kelley had felt the fullness in his mouth start to move as slowly the front
of his mouth began filling and then more and more the whole of his mouth as
the plunger he had been working began moving backward to his throat. Only
the slightest bit of panic began to start, though, it was real, as Kelley
realized he was about to be deep throated, just like Carlos had warned him
could happen. At this point the fear of what was about to happen, feeling
the strong hands grasping his head had his own hands helplessly just
keeping balance on the hood of the car.

There was a new feeling of shame. Kelley recalled Carlos talking to him
about how to suck a cock in the future, and he remembered feeling
embarrassed that some guy only a few years older thought that his first and
only time was obviously a start of things to come. Not him!! But then here
he was. Carlos had been right. Kelley felt shame again, but could not keep
the saliva from flowing, and had to admit that at least Chris didn't taste
bad, and besides being tired and bit sore in the mouth, he so far wasn't
hurting. But he would when that huge head began moving into his throat.
That's when the plunger stopped its inevitable trek and began sliding
backward until it pulled free from his mouth.

Kelley tried to lick up and swallow down some of the overabundance of
saliva that had flowed unobstructed now that the erect dick and large
dickhead were free and just floating there in front of him. He smacked his
lips to stem the flow and worked his jaw around to get it used to being
stress free again.

"Liked that, didn't you boy?" Chris said to him, smiling down. It was a
comforting smile, but Kelley got new worries as Chris hitched up his pants
and walked around to the back where the butt had been exposed for some
minutes now. Kelley just faced forward and steeled himself what was about
to come.

Chris had taken the lotion with him and now pushed part of the nozzle into
Kelley's still tight, and still a little sore, boyhole. Chris squirted a
fair amount of lotion straight up into Kelley's butt. The relative coolness
and the suddenness of entry cause Kelley to lurch forward, as if he was
trying to get away; but Chris caught his balls from behind and pulled him
back and held him steady there.

"Whoaaa, horsey, no bucking before the rider gets on, or in. You hear?"

The hand on his balls and the moderate squeeze might have at another time
produced a painful pain in Kelley, but now, after days of having his cock
and sexual development teased without release of his own cum, it just
produced a pleasurable pain in the boy, causing him to moan.

"Unnnhhhhhooohh." He arched his back in slightly with this too, causing his
behind to look a little more put out there.

"Damn, this pony wants it bad!!" Chris said as he continued holding
Kelley's maturing nutsack in one hand, pulling down slightly, and then
squirting a fair load of lotion onto the top of his incredibly hard 14 year
old dick. He passed the bottle over to his brother.

"Go ahead and slick up, Eddie, that little bitch you got aint gonna be no
trouble for you."

Nathan was about to give a retort, but he caught Kelley's nonverbal
communication, with his pained expression of desperately trying not to cum,
not now, still nodding no and Nathan kept quiet. He felt soon felt the
nozzle of the lotion pushed into his own ass and jumped a little at the
feeling. It wasn't nearly as pleasant as being loaded with some boy's cum,
Nathan thought. Although that too was soon about to happen.

Chris meanwhile used his now free hand to lather up his dick with the
lotion. He looked down at the ass before him, which looked clean (Clean? It
was damn near edible!) to him, clean and luscious, and inviting, and he
wiped the residue from his right hand around and in Kelley's cheeks where
he was about to be penetrated.

Chris finally let off of Kelley's balls, eliciting a long sigh from the
younger boy, and instead grabbed a strong hold at the boy's left hip. He
really held him firm, as if the boy at the last minute might bolt and run.
Chris placed his large head right at the entrance of Kelley's rectum, the
sense and friction of the smooth crinkled muscle getting Chris even harder.
For sure, it was going to be no problem plunging this boy's depths, with or
without cooperation.

Chris took a hold of the other hip and began to push.

Kelley pushed back, knowing now, from his one time earlier experience, that
this would ease the passage of dick into his butt. But still, it was bigger
than anything else that had been back there. "Yeeeeaaawwwaahhhhooohhh."

It felt like he had just had a new hole punctured. "Stop! Stop! It's too
big! Please."

"Relax." Chris said calmly. "And quit your shouting. You want some of the
boys that live near hear to come have a look at the two of you giving it
away."

"It's too big, uh, uh, officer, um. . . "

"Deputy Chris," Chris reminded him, enjoying his new position of dominance
over the boy.

"Deputy Chris, sorry," it was quite a switch to see the normally strong and
self confident Kelley so docile and servile, not that Nathan noticed as he
too was now being penetrated, and by someone with a lot less experience and
concern than Chris. "It's too big deputy Chris, please stop, please pull it
out."

"Relax, don't be a sissy. It's just the head that's real big, and that's
already inside you. It'll hurt just as much or more to pull it out right
now. Might as well leave it in."

He was right, Kelley realized he was more in a state of panic than a state
of fear and that the initial push had caused an upsurge in a searing pain
that traveled up his body; but now it was just a minimal pain as his rectal
muscle spasmed against the hard flesh that would not let it close.

"We'll go when you're ready." Chris said. His pleasure didn't come from
hurting people, just from dominating and forcing them. "But just so you
know, the longer you wait, the more chance one of your friends will come
along, see you like this, and get some ideas for later."

"OK, OK. Just go ahead and do it."

"Relax, I'm just kidding, a little. Relax and let me know when your ready.
Don't worry about my dick, I don't think it's going down any until I fill
your butt full of my cum."

Kelley took advantage of the break to calm down, get his breathing in
order. His rectal muscle was no longer spasming, but now decidedly gripping
the intruder all around its circumference. In the meanwhile both he and
Chris were listening to Nathan correcting and admonishing his penetrator to
get him to do it right.

"No, you idiot, not like that, . . . " What followed were instructions on
how to do it right. Chris was laughing even while he was holding Kelley's
warm hips and flexing his hardon so comfortably wrapped by the tight hole.
Even Kelley thought it was funny. He didn't laugh, but he did relax a bit
more.

Eddie cursed Nathan and slapped the boys asscheek. Chris, surprising all of
them, leaned over slapped Eddie up the backside of his head. "Quit fuckin
around, Eddie, and do it right. Do it like he says or I'm gonna bend you
over that hood and let both of them turn you into a pussy."

Eddie chilled and started listening to Nathan and doing what the younger
boy said. Nathan was soon cooing and ooohing, and despite this being a
forced assault on his ass, was soon rocking into Eddie's crotch, now giving
all new instructions that young Eddie was more than willing to follow.

Kelley meanwhile had relaxed enough to take his own forced abuse.
Unfortunately, Nathan's grunts of satisfaction and even the feeling of the
static dick just keeping his lower love muscle stretched open, both brought
his hard-on back up to full strength. It was unbelievable, given that he
was being popped against his wishes. Still, he needed this to be over so he
could get home and take care of his own monster.

"I'm ready, um, deputy. You can start pushing it in me more."

Chris just nodded but reached under Kelley to be sure. What he found there
was straining to defy the laws of gravity. "Hell yeah, you're fucking
ready." And with that he began his slow push in.

Kelley could feel the large head, like a slowly moving battering ram,
slowly pushing his guts out of the way for the shaft of dick to follow, the
shaft that was even now running over the whole of his outer sphincter
causing waves of unbelievable pleasure to shoot up his ass, ahead of the
invading member and flooding his body with conflicting emotions and
sensations.

"Just . . uh . . . please . . .dont . . .I mean . .when you get . . .,"
Poor Kelley had to stop and collect himself. It was getting difficult to
talk. "When you get . . . unnhhh . . . oh shit . . . all the way in. .
.dont start . . .right away . . .doing me. . . please."

Chris smiled down at the half bare back before him, with the T-shirt half
pushed up, and the smooth unblemished skin running down along the back
muscles to the point where those two globes somewhat ballooned out in the
way that only a 12-year-old's ass can do sometimes, down the roundness with
the darker crack between, in the midst of which was embedded his slowly
advancing cock. He then said to the boy:

"Damn, you really like this, don't ya kid?"

"Yeeaahh;" Kelley moaned out. He couldn't have stopped it if he had tried.
It just came out. "shit," he then muttered under his own breath. "No, I,
unngh, don't."

"This is hotter than anything I ever thought." Chris said this very quietly
and to himself, as he went the last of the way and buried his whole dick to
the hilt in pliant, quivering asshole muscle. He gave Kelley a chance
before he started to pull out and fuck him; but he didn't just stand there
and wait for the younger boy to get used to only the second dick he had
ever had up his butt. Instead, Chris began a very subtle undulation that
didn't actually move his dick in and out of the boypussy, but did cause a
sense of motion and massage across the stretched and held open anal muscle.

The massage was driving Kelley wild. It was as though he could not get
enough of the dick in him, as though he was crazy to begin the fucking.
What had Nathan done to him? That pre-fuck horniness when they were feeling
each other up, together with his extreme need to cum after so much the last
few days was taking away his sanity, almost. And Officer Fenton, too, when
he grabbed Kelley had just made it worse. Kelley didn't even know who he
was at the moment. He had dropped back down to animal instincts, almost,
and was just going with what felt good - with whatever promised him relief.
He was grinding his butt into Chris' undulating crotch, like he was mashing
something into the ground. He was vaguely aware of someone named Kelley
(his own self lost somewhere in the mad sea of hormonal need) trying to
stop him, but he just groaned out:

"Chris . . . "

"Officer Chris, boy!" Even Chris' reply was starting to come through
clenched teeth. He didn't actually realize Kelley's torment, since he was
so caught up in the velvet luxury completely surrounding and constricting
around his dick, just waiting to slip up and down the length of his
hardness.

"Officer Chris, sir, please . . . just . . . . . . start."

Chris would have tortured the boy a bit more by making him say out loud
exactly what he should start, but the promise of such a great fuck that
awaited him only pushed him forward, compressing the resilient cheeks of
Kelley's bottom before pulling out a whole inch and a half and driving it
back in without pause. Again Kelley did not know whether to pull away from
the invader or push back into it. His decision to do either might have been
irrelevant with Chris' strong hands grasping him so securely about his
upper butt. That part of his body wasn't going anywhere except where Chris
wanted.

Chris pulled out 2 1/2 inches on the next go and again went straight back
in to the hilt, squashing the elastic ass in an effort to completely bury
his heavy maturing boyhood deep inside, and looking down watching those
beautiful white cheeks bounce right back as he pulled out 3 inches in a
smooth unfaltering motion.

He was fucking Kelley's ass good in no time, with a well timed rhythm that
was bringing out sounds from the impaled bent-over boy to turn him on even
more:

"Aaaaagghh . . .unggghhh . . .uugghhhh . .ohohohohnghh . . .uhohahhhh . . .
."

Anyone around would know that Kelley was being tortured with both pleasure
and conflicting emotions. As well there was the heightened sensitivity to
the physical motion that wasn't causing pain, but not pleasure either. It
felt as something that just shouldn't be felt, way back at the end of his
ass as the dick raked across his stretched hole. Like feeling a rough
surface that gives you the willies: it doesn't hurt, but at the same time
you may cringe from doing it. At the same time, however, the motion was
stimulating and firing nerves that seemed to be directly connected to his
own straining dick, to his balls going in overtime, and to places all over
his body screaming simultaneously for joy, for shame, and for relief.
Kelley's cries and groans were drowning out even Nathan's, who by this
point was so totally into getting fucked. He had found his path in life for
sure.

Both boys had leaking dicks as they stood there out in the open, bent over
the front of the patrol car having their back ends plowed. Kelley's dick,
though, was amazingly leaking even more than he could probably cum on his
own. His hands were gripping what they could of the patrol car hood as he
ground his ass back into the pounding dick and crotch, his mind already
blown by the intense need to finally get off, and by the bizarre barrage of
occurrences that seemed to be assaulting his boyness over the last few
days. For now, though, he just needed to shoot his own sperm like something
fierce and the hard flesh pulling him open and driving into him seemed to
be propelling him toward a completion of that need.

Sure enough, after a couple more plunges of Chris' aching hard-on, with
Chris thinking that fucking could not get much better than on this super
mighty fine ass - fine with just barely the right plumpness and firmness,
and tight with just the right silky, sinking, grippiness - and Chris knew
he was about to blow a large load right up this kid's butthole and claim
that squeezable flesh he was pumping. As he realized this, Kelley himself
lost all ability to hold back and exploded with a yell over the side of the
car.

Despite all of his leaking he erupted an amount to rival Blaine's, at least
it seemed so at that moment. However it seemed, there was no mistaking the
loud splat that hit the metal of the fender, the "uuuunnnnnngghhhhhhh" of
the writhing 12 year old, or the sudden tightening grip that clamped down
on the 14 year old dick plowing him. It was the last sensation that Chris
could remember for a few microseconds where he tried not to pass out. He
gave one last hefty shove up Kelley's rectum and released his teen juice
deep into the kid.

It was one of the most satisfying cums for each. Satisfying, thrilling and
pleasurable for Chris. Satisfying, disturbing and embarrassing for Kelley.
Chris panted a few times, still implanted into the resigned and reddening
younger boy and watched as his younger brother reach his own climax into
the blond boy's smooth ass. The blond kid really seemed to be getting into
it, whereas the kid Chris had fucked just seemed to need to get off. But oh
man, what an ass!!!

Chris got one last joyful look at the innocently seeming, now used, butt as
he watched himself pull out and away from the kid that had submitted to
this ultimate embarrassment. Chris still couldn't believe he had submitted,
no matter threats of punishment. Still, if he had been locked up in
downtown juvie for several hours, especially once it got around the
facility that he had been making out in public with another boy, Kelley's
reluctant ass would have had a line of hard, and possibly thicker and
longer, dicks, just waiting to spew up the new pussy. So maybe it wasn't a
bad decision for him. Still, Chris thought, sucks to be him.

"All right, boys. You can get dressed now. Don't run off, though. My senior
officer," and Chris smiled when he said this, "will probably want to speak
with you. But I can tell you, as far as he is concerned, nothing happened
here, and he doesn't want to hear any stories about what you think happened
here. Got it?"

"Yes, sir," both boys mumbled as they tugged at their swim suits, as though
that would cover up their shame at this point. Even Nathan was subdued.
Once the fun was over, he realized just what it was he had done, or rather
what had been done to him.

Both boys were still very much subdued and could not look Officer Bowers in
the eye when he came back to lecture them on polluting the good community
of Coolspring with their foul actions.

"Now," Ed Bowers continued to the totally deflated boys, "Get yourselves
out of here and back to where you belong. If I catch you up here doing
anything like that or close to it again, I'll run you both into the city
and let all the tough guys in juvie know that your tight little pussies
have already been broken in. You got that?"

"Yes, sir," came two meek replies. Kelley really did feel like he had his
virginity taken again. He certainly had no energy or interest in trying to
find the lawn care company today. He had been fucked and fucked-with enough
for today. He was pissed with Nathan and mad at all the Bowers, but too
tired and embarrassed to show or even fully feel his anger.

All the way back to his house, neither he or Nathan talked, and it had
nothing to do with 'Jinx'.

Stupid game. He would never play that again. He took a long shower and
tried to forget about his day, his friend Nathan, and the whole damn week.




7:30 pm


"Kelley. Kelley!! Are you OK?"

Kelley woke to find his brother Ethan shaking him awake.

"What?"  Kelley said sleepily.

"Are you, OK?

"Yeah, Ethan, I'm fine. What do you want?"

"Dinner's ready and you've been sleepin' all afternoon, too. Are you sick?"

"No! Look, go away. I'll be right down."

Kelley was already at the dinner table before he realized that he was only
wearing his underwear. White briefs just a size too small. White briefs?
Where did those come from?

"Why are you wearing my underwear?"  He heard Ethan ask him.

Before he could respond, Kelley heard his mom ask, "Sweetheart, are you all
right? You don't look so good."

"Um, I'm not. I'm gonna go back to bed."



The next memory Kelley had was waking up about 8:00 in the am, wondering
'Where did Ethan get white briefs?'