Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2008 00:45:17 +0000
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: KIS Chapter 12

To my readers, thanks for being longsuffering readers. I do live for the
response and comments, so please send those in, especially first time
readers that happen upon the story.

Hopefully I will continue to hear from all of you that enjoy hearing about
Kelley and the other boys.




Kids of Indian Spring
by Jonas Henley

Chapter 12

Wednesday, 14 June 1995
4:30 pm

Nathan couldn't keep what had happened out of his mind. True, part of it
was uncomfortable. He was both saddened and thrilled to have had Kelley
being deflowered right there beside him. Sure, it wasn't a first for either
one of them, but it might as well have been, and the tingle of the memory
of it drove Nathan wild with excitement.

Plus, he really liked getting fucked. It cemented in his mind exactly what
he wanted from life. And he felt the need to share that with someone - not
just go home and mope like his unfortunate best friend was likely to do.
Nathan couldn't very well tell anyone, not without betraying Kelley -
something he would never do. But he could recreate it.

Sure, he was a little sore, but hell, he was young and his ass had just
discovered it was hungry. So, he went the only place he knew to get filled
- over to the Cormacks' house.

He met Patrick outside who told him that Duncan was up in the guesthouse.
An odd place to hang out alone, but an even better place to find Duncan
alone, as the two of them could strip off and go to crazytown after locking
the door. That is to say, have wild uninhibited sex. He was already feeling
Duncan's strong boyhood ease him open and slide up inside taking possession
of that hot interior as he went in the guesthouse and raced quietly up the
steps to surprise his friend.

He burst into the larger bedroom and - SURPRISE!! Only Nathan didn't yell
it. Nathan just gasped. He was the one surprised.

Well, they all were.

"Uh, hey, Nate," Duncan said awkwardly, with his larger but young dick,
already sprung into puberty with a ring of auburn hairs at it's base, steel
hard and rising up from his pubis, the rigid shaft of flesh disappearing
into the soft and unblemished upturned bottom of 11 year old Joey Vargas.

Duncan couldn't help but keep going; it didn't matter at this point who had
just walked in the doorway. He kept easing his dick slowly into the tight
vessel of Joey's silky inner backside. Easing slowly in while Nathan
watched transfixed. Damn, Joey was hot.

Nathan reflexively grabbed his crotch and gave his own hardened dick a
squeeze at the incredible side-on view in front of him. "Um, hey guys."

Joey blushed and looked away. It was hard to become invisible when you were
on all fours on the bed while a slightly older boy skewers you from behind.
Duncan began pulling out before he even hit bottom, going ahead and
establishing a beginning rhythm to make the most of this afternoon
doggy-style. He would start his fuck easy and then start slamming in to the
hilt once it was going smooth.

Joey gave an involuntary grunt as he felt the smooth hardness begin an
in-and-out massage of his ass. His dick couldn't help but respond, and all
the embarrassment in the world wouldn't keep that hardness from going rock
solid. For some reason even the thought of Duncan back there made him
horny; but actually feeling him slip in and start to use his ass just drove
him wild. It had felt OK, maybe even nice (in a weird way), when Ian had
done him so many times before. But he really got off on Duncan having a go.

And Nathan was surprised on how much he got off on watching them.

"Oh. Shit!!  What the fuck???"

Everyone turned in surprise to see Ian trying not to fall on the floor
laughing at the rutting boys. Nathan's hand seemed frozen grabbing his
crotch as he focused in on the other boy with Ian, the one who had made the
comment. He definitely wasn't a Cormack, or from anywhere in Indian Spring
for that matter, but the boy who had come up the stairs seemed familiar. He
looked a bit older than Nathan, and also stockier in an athletic,
all-American boy way.

"Oh shit! Zeke!" Joey exclaimed, a deer in headlights while Duncan paused
(in slo-mo that is); he slowly pulled Joey back on his root until he was
buried solid inside the boy's ass and exclaimed,

"What the ---? Who the fuck are you? Ian!!!" Duncan was none too pleased,
but too horny to deflate as he made his presence completely known inside
Joey.

Ian stopped laughing long enough to introduce his friend: "Uh, Ezekiel
Prosper, meet my brother, Duncan. And I guess you already know his ass du
jour, Joey."

"Ian, so help me, . . . ." Duncan started to say, but Ian cut him off.

"And next in line, I guess, is Nate Carlin, you know him too? He's Kelley
Tucker's friend."

"Yeah I know Tucker. How's it going, Nate?"

"Hey." Nathan replied quietly and then jerked his hand away from his crotch
when he realized he was still grabbing himself. He recognized Zeke Prosper
now that the initial shock was over. How could he not? Zeke was one of the
tougher kids in sixth grade last school year. Not a bully, but a bit like
Kelley, if Kelley were the sort to look down on people and make snide
remarks. Also, Zeke was a Sweetwater boy, and hence he fit in at Joplin
Middle School in a way that Nate and Kelley could not. It was a fact that
was impressed upon Nate, even though he was only at the school for the last
few months of sixth grade.

Next year though, he would still see Zeke and his friends at the top of the
7th grade food chain. It was likely still, however, that Zeke wouldn't
remember his name. He was fairly certain, though, that he would remember
Joey, even though Joey was a grade younger. Which made Nathan wonder how
Zeke knew Joey, a question soon answered.

Ezekiel Prosper was just the mini-aristocrat of the middle school scene as
Nate had thought, and soon as Nate had been acknowledged, he was overlooked
and practically forgotten. Joey, however, was a different matter. Nate was
mesmerized by Zeke's hand as it reached down to readjust the really nice
boycock Nate was remembering seeing just this Spring when he had caught
Zeke changing in the locker room at the Sweetwater Community Pool.

Nate had been a guest of Tyler Fisk, he and Kelley having just recently met
and hit it off with Tyler and Blaine, when he walked in on Zeke changing.

"What's up?" Zeke non-chalantly greeted and went on changing as if nobody
had just burst into his cubicle. In the brief survey that Nathan managed
before mumbling an apology and backing out of the cubicle, he saw an
impressive semi-hard dick (on the larger side of average for a at-the-time
11 year old boy, but perfectly formed with exquisite proportion of width to
length and head to shaft) coming out of an initial base of light loose
hairs. Zeke already was farther along then than Nate was now. And Nate was
a month older.

Nate remembered dreaming about that dick. What he wouldn't give to be
swinging on it; but still, thank god he wasn't Joey. Because having sex
with Zeke, or being by Zeke while another boy was plunging your ass, was
sure to soon involve his friends.

Nate then heard Zeke explain: "Damn, Joey. All this time my little sister
wont shut up about you. She's got the biggest crush on you, and just think
if she could see you like this! Wait 'til I tell her!!"

With that, Duncan quickly eased his rigid pole out of the tight
well-prepped boypussy he had been enjoying, and walked menacingly over to
Zeke.

"Now look here, you . . . " he started, but was soon caught off by his
little brother Ian.

"Chill out, Dunc. He's just kidding. He understands the Indian Spring code,
and has already agreed to it. I wouldn't have ever let him in or definitely
not come to our house if he hadn't. Nothing leaves Indian Spring. Right
Zeke?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, right. Sure Dunc, I was just kidding, honest." Zeke had
to tear his eyes away from the equally impressive and perfect example of
hardened boyhood wagging before him as Duncan had approached.

"Don't call me Dunc."

"Right Duncan, sorry."

Joey had sheepishly climbed down from the bed and was standing facing the
rest of the boys with both hands covering his crotch.

Duncan looked back at Joey and just said, "Go ahead and get back on the bed
and get ready if you want to keep doing it some more, Joey. These guys were
just leaving."

"Um, yeah, sorry Joey. You guys just uh, don't mind us," Zeke sputtered out
at the surreal scene as he and Ian turned back for the stairs. "Hey, uh, I
don't suppose we could stay and watch?"

"NO!!" The answer resounded from at least 3 boys' voices. It was hard to
tell; but not hard to figure out the meaning of the answer. Ian and Zeke
left to go back to the main part of the house, and Duncan stepped up behind
Joey, who had just turned sideways to the bed and lifted his right leg on
to it. Duncan moved behind him and steadied his left hip as he took aim
with his still hard dick and began to slip back up inside, pulling Joey's
incredible ass on to the hard cock as much as he was thrusting up.

Duncan unperturbed by the recent intrusion returned to beginning a steady
thrust in and out of the gripping warm flesh. He was beyond primed and
desperately wanted to finish getting off. Joey would have rather not had
the interruption, and the thought of Zeke knowing he was taking it up the
ass was definitely bothering him, and he wasn't particularly thrilled to
have Nathan standing there watching and rubbing himself off still
completely clothed, but Duncan's dick was so damn hot. It turned the boy on
like nothing else could.

Joey had no choice but to moan and beg for Duncan to slide deeper and keep
pumping his soft behind. It was something that Duncan was more than happy
to do. He loved doing Joey. He loved that soft bottom clenched in his
hands; he loved that broken-in and yielding, yet gripping, and
semi-virginal rectum that he was about to feed some hot, creamy filling
deep inside.

Joey wasn't far away from his own orgasm. Despite the previous intrusion,
his dick was responding as it had before when Duncan entered and ran his
passion all over and past his anus. His dick was up and without even
touching it about to shoot his small clear load over the bedsheets.

Duncan signaled his cumming end by gripping the slightly younger boy's hips
and making the last few rapid thrusts. Joey felt the impending end and it
actually sped up his own feelings. He wasn't going to last long, and
everyone knew it when they heard him exclaim:

"Ahh, Ahhh, OHHH, AAAGGHHHHUUNNGGHH." He shot all over the sheets. In
reality it was a few wet bursts, but felt like an opening dam to his
insides.

Duncan felt the squeezing down of Joey's rectal muscles wrapped around his
hard dick and let out a fierce cry of his own: "AUUUHHGGHH FUUCKK!!!!"

He gripped harder on Joey's upper cheeks and pulled the boy hard against
him and let fling a volley of hot cum against the deeper wall of his
rectum. He yelled another volley out and arched his back to push his stiff
youth deeper into the forbidden backside of boyhood before him.

Nathan, entranced as he was with the thickness of Duncan's luscious young
dick as it moved in and out of the equally luscious ass of Joey Vargas,
couldn't help but drift his eyes down the length of the dick that
momentarily flashed out of the soft curve of Joey's behind to the beginning
curl of reddish-brown puberty. It was a quick flash, as well, as Duncan
flexed his pelvis for the inward thrust. The ass gave way to the thrust and
the pubic beginnings were buried into the yielding boycheeks. Nathan's eyes
traveled up the entirely naked 12 1/2 year old muscular form of Duncan
Cormack and watched the boy close his eyes and tilt his head back, the red
lips part and let out agonized pleasurable moans, the neck line and
downward across the boy's chest with his verge-of-adolesence musculature
and tight, small, dime sized nipples, pointed hard and part of the
screaming ectasy racing through Duncan's body through the missile firing
cum blasts.

Nathan's eyes continued their journey down the taut abdominal muscles and
across the hip bone and down the strong boy legs pressed now tight along
the back of Joey's own legs and just inside. His eyes flowed back up again
to take in the fine Cormack ass as the cheeks squeezed hard, matching his
rhythmic pulses into the wet velvet.

Nathan came in his shorts.

All three boys were heaving with after-climax. Two completely naked and
still connected, and one completely clothed and suddenly feeling even more
out-of-place. Duncan heaved back and extracted himself from Joey's happy
but tired ass. He stepped off the bed and turned to face Nathan with a worn
smile. That fuck had taken a lot out of him.

"Um, sorry guys. I, uh, I um, should, uh, go. Sorry for, uh, I mean, uh,
butting in. Sort of. Well, not butting in, but, uh, I mean, you know . . ."

"Nate,"  Duncan started weakly.

"No, I should go. I'll come back some time. It's OK. Sorry."

Nathan turned and went out the door.

"Nate, wait . . ." Duncan started again, but he really was too weak from
the exertion.

Nathan had already gone down the stairs and out the door of the garage
apartment. He felt a little foolish now for having stayed and watched the
whole thing. He should have just left. Now he would feel all awkward when
he saw either of the two boys again. He shook hi thoughts clear and headed
back over to his bike, somewhat disappointed that he would now not get to
have any sex with Duncan. Before he got on his bike, though, he remembered
Duncan said he could try his old gel cover out for his bike seat. Duncan
had gotten a new one and the thought of having Duncan's old gel cover under
his own ass, turned Nathan on. With a smile he headed into the main house.

"Hey, Patrick," He said as he caught the younger Cormack headed out the
door. "I was looking for Duncan's old gel cover for my bike seat. He said I
could have it."

"Oh yeah. I think it's in his room. Ian's up there. See ya, Nate!!"

Patrick ran on outside. Nathan walked to the staircase and looked up to the
first landing. He really wasn't too sure about running into Ian and Zeke up
there. After all, Zeke was younger than him by a month, but already more
developed and a lot cooler. The crowd the boy hung with could give Nathan a
lot of problems next year in school, especially if they linked him with
what Zeke and Ian saw Duncan doing. Not that Nathan wouldn't love having
Zeke bang his ass - I mean Zeke was fine! And a nice muscular little 12
year old body. Come to think of it, so were a couple of his friends.

Nathan shook his head to clear the horny thoughts creeping in. 'Just get
the bike seat and go home,' he told himself. A lot had happened that day;
he didn't need any further complications, especially one that would extend
into next year at school and cause escalating problems in life thereafter.

'Just don't look at him, Nate.' He continued with his inner voice, prompted
by subconscious admonishments from his best friend Kelley. 'Don't get all
horny and keep your dick under control. He's hot, but he's dangerous. It's
not worth it. Get your hole filled somewhere else.'

He smiled at that last one. Despite his knowing better he started picturing
himself bent over a table with a hot naked Zeke moving up behind him to
take control of his ass. He took the stairs two at a time, his dick happy
and growing. It was a nice mental picture, but he had control of himself
and wouldn't let it go past a happy fantasy.

He headed down the upstairs hallway to Duncan's room and stopped to listen
to what he heard. It was soft, at first, but was he really hearing this?

"Unngh . . . . . . unghh . . . . . . unngh . . . .oh . . fuck . . nngh . .
. . . "

Nate began walking more slowly and quietly. That cant be what he thought it
was. Was Ian fucking Brianna up here? Oh shit. No, wait - it sounded like
Zeke's voice. Oh double shit!! Brianna's doing them both!

"Ohh . . . . . unnggoohhhhshit."

Nate crept up to the open doorway of the room that Ian and Duncan shared
and just barely stopped the gasp escaping his mouth. He couldn't stop his
hand, though, from rocketing downward to grab his crotch and squeeze the
dick that jumped the last bit of way to solid hardness. He couldn't believe
the hot scene before him: Ian Cormack with his shirt off and shorts and
underwear around his ankles - the whole of the good looking boy's backside
open before him. Ian was only 3 months shy of 11 but had the build and
musculature of any boy a year older than him. He had a nice back that
tapered down to an incredible ass - full, muscular yet soft.

Ian was standing, flexing his buttocks in a pumping motion, rocking his
hips forward, his hands were before him gripping the sides of Ezekiel
Prosper, bent over the bed at his waist, his shirt pushed up and his own
shorts and underwear around his knees.

'Holy crap,'  Nate thought.  'Ian's fucking Zeke!!'

Indeed he was. Ian's head was thrown back as he enjoyed the feel of his
hard prick running in and out of the older boy's asshole. He loved the
physical feel of the muscular hole squeezing his sensitive dick as well as
the rush of dominating an older boy, a boy with already some small amount
of hair and some milkiness to his cum, a boy that the rest of the kids
looked at as one of the tough boys of the school.

Ian leaned forward some more and began increasing the tempo of his thrusts,
pounding Zeke's butt cheeks so that they were like some sort of vanilla
jello. And Zeke's own grunts sped up. Ian was close, you could tell from
the excitement that showed on his ass. He was getting ready when Nate heard
Zeke exclaim:

"Oh shit!! Connor!!"

He tried to get up, but Ian was unconcerned and had the higher ground, so
to speak. Ian put his hand in between Zeke's shoulder blades and shoved him
back down, and he kept right on fucking the poor embarrassed boy.

"S-s-s-sT-STop, Ian! . . . L-Let . . . ungh . . me . . uhh . . up."

"Naw," Nate heard Connor's voice and then saw him walk into the picture
from the adjoining bathroom, wrapped in a towel and grasping at his dick
through the fluffy white terry cloth. "Keep on fucking him. Open him up
good, cause I'm next."

"No FUCKING Wayyyuuunnngghh!!!!" Zeke managed to yell out as Ian really
leaned in and thrust hard against the boy. That last shove in his butt was
heaven to Ian - a largely dry heaven still for him, but heaven, and Ian
moaned out his orgasm.

"Fuck, Zeke,"  Ian moaned in his ear,  "Your ass is always so damn good."

Meanwhile, Connor had tossed his towel to the side, revealing himself to
the other two boys, although only Zeke was looking, still penned under Ian
and wild-eyed at the nearly six inches of the straightest, hardest dick he
had ever seen. 'Fuck,' he thought, 'he cant put that thing up my ass! I
don't even know why I ever let Ian do it!'

"Come on, Ian," Connor told his brother. "Get off him already; I'm raring
for a good fuck!"

Ian rolled off his friend, a friend one grade above him that could probably
kick his ass if he tried. But that friend wasn't waiting for his ass to get
reamed by Connor. Zeke sprang off the bed and reached for his shorts and
underwear to get dressed and get out of there. Unfortunately for Nathan,
Zeke never turned around so Nathan didn't get to see the boy's dick or his
beginning patch of puberty. Nathan would have very much liked that.

Instead, though almost as good for most of us, what the still-undiscovered
voyeur saw was the plump brown wrinkled pouch drawn up between the bent
legs and showing the other boy's good start at puberty. Then as Zeke bent
lower to grasp the hems of the bunched-up underwear and shorts at his
ankles his cheeks spread apart and gave Nathan a glimpse of the delicious
not-so-cherry center that Ian had not so long ago claimed by planting his
small flagpole.

Socially, it was forbidden to see or look for this, but it gave Nathan a
thrill. He wished he could see Kelley bent over like that -- Where did that
come from? -- "Fuck, that would be awesome." Nate said softly to himself.

Well maybe not so softly, as now the other three boys turned to see him in
the doorway. Zeke had swiftly pulled his shorts up before turning all the
way around, so Nathan still didn't get to see anything upfront. The
disappointment would have shown on his face, except he was too shocked
everyone noticed him. That and he was pleased with the opportunity to see
Connor's strong dick again.

"Nate!!," Connor called out happily. He and Ian were equally unperturbed.
Ian was just laying back on the bed, still recuperating. He had lifted up
on his elbows to see Nathan.

"Hey, Nate, long time no see. Guess Duncan was too tired to give you a
ride?"

"Shut up Ian," Connor said lightly. "Come on in, Nate." The Cormacks had
all always been nice to Nate, even though he recently thought he was more
invisible to them, just known to them as that guy that hung about with
Kelley. They all thought Kelley was the bomb.

"Hey, you little faggot," Zeke started in, pointing his finger at Nathan.
Not a good way to start when you are the only non-Springer in the room - it
didn't matter even if the others weren't friends, you just don't insult
anyone in Indian Spring if you were an outsider. He didn't get much farther
than, "You didn't see shit, understand? If you even . . . "

He was cut off as Connor had wrenched him from off the floor just by
holding the boy's jaw.

"Never, ever, EVER threaten Nate! Got it?"

"Yes."  He said quietly but still with a bit of sass.

"Now turn around and show me that nice ass Ian warmed up for me." With that
Connor spun the kid around so that he was now facing the end of the bed,
giving Nathan a side-on view. Connor put his hand on the boy's shoulder and
continued. "Now ask me nice to fuck it, or maybe I'll have to talk to a few
friends of yours."

Connor was more bluffing than anything, but Zeke took half a step toward
the bed and unzipped his shorts. He pushed them and his underwear down as
he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the bed, offering his ass up
directly to the 14 year old boy, a boy two years older than himself. Two
years and four months - and more than an inch longer, a bit wider, and a
lot more full of cum.

Zeke face flushed and he shed a couple tears, but he respectfully, and
quietly, asked Connor, "Would you please fuck me?"

Connor felt he was dreaming, but he didn't want to feel guilty over this,
"Are you sure about this, Zeke?"

"Yeah." Connor and Ian took that to mean that Zeke really was sure. But
Zeke was just wanting to get out of this without any more people finding
out that he let Ian fuck his butt. He still did not know why he ever let
that boy do that. Why the hell did he?

Connor still wanted to be sure about how ready this boy was as he reached
down and grasped both of the young boy's mounds before him, the flesh
begging to have something sunk deep inside. He elicited a small gasp from
the boy that made him smile. "You sure you're ready for this?"

Another series of stifled gasps as Connor's two thumbs ran along the edges
of of the boy's sensitive outer sphincter. "Y-y-yeah, I-I'mmm OK'" he
moaned out softly.

"You've had something bigger down here than just Ian?"

Zeke hung his head and mumbled out  "Yeah."

"Maybe something able to pump some cum up this love seat?" Connor
emphasized the last two words by squeezing the two cheeks and pushing
inward on them.

"Unnggmmm," Zeke responded very softly and then answered quietly without
thinking, "Yes, sir."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized what he said and flushed
even more deeply, if even possible. Connor raised both eyebrows in mild
surprise and pulled his hands off the fuckable ass. "Really? So who's the
very lucky guy that's been sinking his dick in and pumping you?"

The way he asked made Zeke even more embarrassed and uncomfortable. But he
felt compelled to answer everything in the literally subjugated position he
was in.

"Um, Randy."

"Whoa, Randy West? Really??" Ian asked. Even he was surprised by this. He
informed his brother that Randy West was Zeke's best friend. He never
expected this. Ian went on to ask, "Since when?"

"Uh," the poor boy just wished there was a way out of all this. "Ever since
he saw you doing it to me out behind the school on a Saturday, like a month
and a half ago."

"A month and a half ago?" Connor asked the boy "Some boy besides Ian has
been fucking you for a month and a half?"

"Yeah."  Came the dejected reply.

"How much?"

"He's been porking me like twice a day since then. Said he had a picture
and was going to show everybody, but by the time I figured out he didn't, I
had already been filmed in his room lettin' him do it."

"So you're pretty well screwed - in more ways than one."

"Yeah, I guess so."  Again a somewhat dejected answer.

"Well, you're about to get really screwed. You like seeing this Nathan?"
Connor started running his cock down Zeke's only partially open crack.

Nathan nodded vigorously, still groping himself. Zeke cast a mortified
sideways glance that captured the voyeuristic classmate, but mostly just
kept his eyes fixed on the bedspread waiting for the inevitable push
against his anus by the dickhead traveling up and down his crack.

"Yeah, boy, Ian had you lubed up good, but my precum is really making you
slick. I could cum just doing this. You like the feel of my big dick
traveling up and down your crack?"

Zeke didn't answer, except with a huff; his breathing was becoming heavier
and erratic. Nathan had stepped up and now bent over to see Zeke's dick
rising to a full and achingly hard state. It was such a nice dick - he sure
would like to ride it and feel those beginning brown curls flat on his ass
cheeks.

"Zeke, can your friend load you pretty well with cum?"

"Um, yeah." It was hard to concentrate on Connor was asking him when Zeke
could feel that traveling dick that had been sliding through the remaining
tightness of his crack now settle right at his backdoor and just barely
park inside the still slight openness. Only the very tip was penetrating
into the semi-relaxed, yet quivering, muscle.

"Good," Connor said as he eased forward into the delicious tightness. "Then
you know what it's like to carry a full load of cream in your ass."

"Y-yes - ohhhhhh!! Ahhhhhhunngghh! F-fuck!" He felt his ass muscle well up
and begin to slip over the bulging older boy's dickhead.

"Yeah, like that don't you, boy?" Connor was confident now in dicking this
12 year old boy so tuff on the outside. You would never see this kid and
suspect he could be used like this, or hear another boy say about him what
Connor said next:

"Shit, you feel good, Zeke! It's like slipping into nice, warm pussy.
Really nice pussy."

It was the most humiliating thing ever said to the boy, and now felt like
the most humiliating thing he had done - though it ran close to when he got
fucked the first time by his best friend under the threat of blackmail.
Randy had told poor Zeke that he had a picture of Zeke bent over and
getting fucked by young Ian. By the time Zeke had figured out Randy was
lying, Randy had fucked the poor boy's ass 22 times and had video tape of
two of those times. He had even cum twice in poor Zeke's mouth, making him
taste and swallow all of his beginning, yet large, load.

For now, though, he knew nothing would stop this advancing shaft burying
deeper and deeper into his pliant ass. The dick soon passed the deepest
point where Randy's dick had been and also stretched him wider. It felt
like losing his virginity all over again, but he couldn't shake the hard-on
in his own groin. It was demanding some attention, even as Connor's dick
finally bottomed out and he gave one final push, compacting the boy's soft
asscheeks to fully implant the last centimeter.

Zeke moaned as Connor eased out half an inch of dick, only to grunt as the
same half inch slammed back in. Connor soon set up a close-to-ass rhythm,
working his thrusts up fairly fast, hardly pulling back enough to see his
thick 14 yr old dick holding open and working that tight 12yr old hole, but
far enough to get a good slam in. Soon there was a fury of movement and
grunting in the room, with no real space between Connors pelvis and Zeke's
ass, but the assault turned those young white buttcheeks into quivering
mounds of gelatin with rapid compression waves moving successively through
them.

"UUnnghh, fucckk . . . . " Connor continued to moan as he pounded furiously
into this incredible tightness. Zeke was tight like a virgin boy should be,
but loose and willing enough to show he had been broken-in and could make
the ride enjoyable. This was so much better than fucking Joey. As nice as
that boy's ass was, Connor was too conscious of causing the boy discomfort
to enjoy the friction-and-rub ride his penis was getting in that fine
specimen of boy ass. He was going to have to ride this one again - but for
now, it was just too much of an assault on his senses and he was soon
exploding into an incredible orgasm, flooding the boy's rectum with fully
matured semen and sperm.

Ezekiel felt the flooding coming in, holding on to the bed comforter with
both hands for some semblance of balance as his knees were pushed farther
up the bed and feet now off the floor as the last thrusting inches were
pile-driven in and his ass filled up with the warm liquid that put him in
his place - just a pussy to be used. It all just further embarrassed him,
including having Ian watch his older brother fuck him, even though Ian just
finished doing the same.

Worse still, a classmate of his - Nathan Carlin, another Springer, but who
would be back at his school in Sweetwater this fall - had also watched
Connor plug and then rape his ass. Well, maybe it wasn't rape, but it
certainly wasn't what he had planned on happening today - or at any point
in his life if you had asked him a month or so ago. But here he was with a
bunch of guys just watching him get fucked in the ass.

Ezekiel Prosper was so embarrassed, he couldn't have turned any redder. And
he wished that stupid fucking hard-on of his would go down. Just made
everything worse. When Connor finally pulled out, Ezekiel didn't look at
anybody and just reached back to grab the hem of his shorts and jerk them
up to cover himself as quickly as could.

"Wow!!!" Connor let out, exhausted from this unexpected late afternoon
thrill. "Thanks, Zeke!!"

"Yeah, you're welcome," he mumbled back very low, still feeling hot from
the embarrassment. Ian laughed a chuckle, and Ezekiel threw him the
shortest of hateful glances. It was unnoticed by anyone, he felt. As if any
of these guys cared, or anyone at all. He couldn't believe what his
so-called best friend had turned him into. It's amazing, the power a couple
of nuts heavy-laden with sperm will make somebody like a best friend do -
and totally love doing. He guessed that would explain Randy's behavior. But
he couldn't for the life of him figure out how he had ever let Ian do
anything in the first place.

Zeke was still dazed in trying to figure out how everything started when he
heard somewhere in the back of his mind Connor saying, "You can use our
bathroom to clean up, if you want. We'll give you some space."

Zeke mumbled a weak thanks and went into the bathroom between Ian and
Duncan's room and Connor's room, shutting and locking both doors.

"So, did you enjoy yourself, Nate?" Connor asked the blond headed boy now
looking so longingly at the closed bathroom door. Man, would he love to get
to know that 12 year old dick and body that just walked into the bathroom.
Almost as perfect as Kelley's. So trim, yet still boyish, but bespeaking
puberty and sex in the most powerful first beginnings of development . . .

"Nate!!"

"What? Huh?" Nathan turned around slightly confused to take in the two
naked brothers in the room with him.

They laughed at him good naturedly and Connor repeated his question. When
he did Nathan was still zoned out - a bit overloaded; and he couldn't help
but zero in on that limp thick muscle hanging out of Connor's reddish-dark
brown pubes. He remembered seeing a glimpse of what it could be just a few
days ago when Connor was all in white and wet at the water balloon fight.
And here it was again in front of him. Impressive and beautiful.

The Cormack boys laughed again.

"Hey Nate!!"  Ian called to the boy.

Nathan looked over at the younger, but much more confident, naked boy
smiling broadly at him. "Um, what?"

"You can go in the bathroom if you'd like. The lock doesn't work on our
side, just on Connnor's."

"Really?" Nathan asked without thinking too much, as he again turned back
to the door and licked his lips.

"Hey guys!" A now dressed and confused Duncan called from the bedroom
doorway. Joey was nowhere to be seen, though. "What the hell are you guys
doing?"

Nathan turned around to see his friend, unfortunately now clothed and his
beautiful naked body not on display like it was a short while ago.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Nathan said and quickly walked into the
bathroom, shutting the door back behind him.

Nathan could hear Duncan ask his brothers, "You guys weren't messing with
Nate, were you?" as he closed the door, but his real attention was on the
hope of getting one more glimpse of Ezekiel Prosper's incredible body.

Ezekiel, actually, had just finished up wiping his ass up from the lube and
leaking cum. He bolted upward and jerked his pants up quickly when he heard
the door open and close. "Nate!!" he exclaimed with his heart rate jumping
another 40 beats a minute from the surprise, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I, um, had to use the bathroom."

"Couldn't you fucking wait?" Ezekiel asked him brusquely as he went up to
the sink to wash his hands.

Nathan just stared at the now clothed ass, the crack deliciously outlined
by the middle crease of the boy's shorts, that ass that he so recently saw
being pummeled.

"Quit, fucking staring at me!" Zeke said angrily looking in the mirror at
Nathan. He gave the blond boy a disgusted look as he wiped his hands dry.

"Sorry." Nathan said flatly. He waited a second while Ezekiel regarded him
with suspicion, took a deep breath and then added, "It's just that you have
a nice body. I really like it."

"Fuck off, shithead." Ezekiel had been pushed a bit too far so far today.
He had no idea still why he ever gave in initially to Ian, but he wasn't
about to get pushed around by anybody else in his grade, especially not a
wimpy kid like Nathan Carlin. He turned around to tell Nathan off some
more.

Nathan however caught the boy off-guard when he stepped forward and asked,
"You never got off, did you?"

As he asked, he reached forward and grasped the obvious bundle in the
crotch of Ezekiel's shorts. Ezekiel was about to spout off angrily again,
but all that came out was a moan. Ezekiel's hands stayed where they were,
grasping the counter he was leaning back against, as he lost all control
over intelligible speech. No boy had ever touched his dick before, and the
cock massage that Nathan was giving him was mind blowing.

All Ezekiel could do was make unintelligible grunts and stare wonderingly
and dumbly at the smiling boy before him so expertly working his dick from
the outside of his shorts. Hell, he wouldn't know if it was expertly or
not. It felt fucking incredible and was a complete first for him, even
after being used as much as he had been already.

And so, he remained speechless and actionless, and still with his mouth
hanging open, as he watched Nathan kneel down in front of him and begin to
undo his button and zipper on his shorts. Nathan eased the shorts and
camouflage boxers down and watched in wonder as the perfect 4 1/2 inch hard
penis shooting up straightward from a light brown, sparse, but filling-in,
nest of pubic curls (so soft and heavenly, Nathan thought) sprung out into
view straight before him.

Nathan couldn't help himself. He was in heaven and he bent forward and
sucked in the left nut of the drawn up wrinkled and hairless large boysack.
Ezekiel's eyes widened to twice their size when he saw (AND FELT!!) that.
It was incredible, but totally unbelievable!! Then what came next blew him
away. Nathan's powerful and youthful and eager suction attached itself to
the base of the throbbing dick and began traveling upward. Ezekiel gripped
the counter tighter and threw his head back in ecstasy as the suction
traveled farther upward and began blacking out the room in an impending
mind-blowing orgasm as the warm mouth rounded the curve at the glans and
sucked the whole head and the first inch and a half into an incredible warm
and wet massaging cavern.

Nathan began to bob, eager to taste the youthful sperm and semen straight
out of the beautiful dick that was all his at this moment. He wondered how
it would compare to Duncan's and Kelley's. Just the memory of having tasted
those two great looking boys made his tummy tingle and the realization of
this dream come true made his balls tingle from deep within. He would
probably be pumping his own immature load into his underwear just from
doing this.

Just as the wet hot mouth pumping his young dick was about to make Ezekiel
cum straight into another boy's mouth - the door to the bathroom came open
again. A smiling Duncan walked into the bathroom and shut the door back
behind him.

"Sorry dudes! I really had to piss, and Ian and Connor are stinking up the
other two bathrooms."

Ezekiel was shocked out of his near-cum and hurriedly pushed Nathan off and
tried to pull his shorts and boxers back up.

"Chill-out, Zeke! It's cool." Duncan reassured the boy and stepped up to
the toilet. Ezekiel paused halfway in bringing his shorts back up and just
looked dumbfounded at Duncan, his mouth still slightly agape.

"You ever shot your cum in another boy's mouth?"

Ezekiel just shook his head no. In another situation the 12 year old boy
would have been totally amazed that anyone had actually even asked him
this.

"It's an ultimate rush, man! You should let him finish. You'll never regret
it."

Duncan smiled again and turned his attention to his own pressing need.
Ezekiel just shook his head yes in response and watched as Duncan hauled
out his now limp penis. It was a nice penis. Ezekiel remember seeing it
hard and full, pumping that luscious ass of Joey Vargas, and he closed eyes
and threw his head back again as he felt the warm breath on his dickhead
that was soon thereafter engulfed in a hot, wet suction.

This time Ezekiel reached around with his hands and ran them through the
soft blond hair of the boy sucking him, down to the nape, feeling the
equally soft skin and then back up, caressing the skull and pulling the boy
forward, inwardly very happy that it was a boy he was about to pump full of
his sperm. He couldn't believe the incredible feeling and let loose with a
loud and inarticulate moan as his boyhood essence flowed out of him and
into Nathan Carlin's welcoming mouth. He could feel muscles of Nathan's
throat and oral cavity swallow down the orgasmed fluid and he quickly
refilled the mouth with more.

It felt like he was never going to quit coming and when Nathan finally
pulled off, Ezekiel Prosper was totally and completely spent. He was
breathing hard when he opened his eyes to watch Nathan licking his lips.
The boy had swallowed it all. Zeke had always spit out Randy's come, or at
least as much as he could. Nathan leaned forward and gave a couple more
sucks on Zeke's ballsack. His dick gave a limp and worn out effort to
respond, but soon fell back down.

Nathan smiled at him and stood up.

"See what I mean, man" Duncan asked him as he was zipping up and leaving
the bathroom.

Ezekiel smiled wearily and didn't even bother pulling up his pants. He
wasn't sure he could if he tried. He just looked down at his retreating
hardness. He felt Nathan lean in and then felt the boy's hot lips at his
ear. He didn't pull away as he felt the warm air flow across his ear and
softly deliver the message"

"You come back to my house, if you want, and fuck me."

Ezekiel smiled and looked Nathan in the eye.  "Are you serious?"

Nathan just smiled back and nodded. He traced his hand briefly up Ezekiel's
bare backside, both boys with a sharp intake of gasping pleasure at the
naked feel of perfection.

Ezekiel looked back down at his young dick; it was already on the rise back
up. He smiled broadly and reached down and pulled his shorts and boxers up
and followed Nathan out of the bathroom.







4:40 pm

Meanwhile, back at the Tucker household, Kelley had sloughed his way back
into the house, after just dropping his bike in the yard. He was suddenly
so tired. He couldn't believe how terrible his summer was starting, how
terrible his life had gone over the last week. What the hell was happening?

"This week totally sucked." He said out loud to himself as he stared in the
open refrigerator, wondering if he wanted anything to eat. He realized what
he had said and that he himself had actually sucked another boy's dick. He
gave a shiver all the way down his body. And not just one boy, he thought,
I've sucked two boys' dicks.

He gave another involuntary shiver the whole length of his body.

'Shit,' He thought some more. 'I've actually been fucked in the ass by
another boy's dick. Twice!! Two different boys!!! What the hell is wrong
with my life all of a sudden?'

"I don't feel so good." He said out loud to the empty house, and he went
upstairs and crawled into bed, only remembering to kick off his shoes once
he was already in bed. He was asleep before the second shoe hit the floor.

Except for the brief period when he woke up about 7:30 and made his way
down to the dinner table wearing only a small pair of white briefs that
apparently belonged to Ethan ('Where the hell did he get these?' Kelley
thought the next morning), Kelley pretty much slept the rest of the day
away, only to resurface Thursday morning.





5:40 pm

Nathan and Ezekiel were riding their bikes side by side going down Spring
Drive. Both were quiet, Nathan with an indescribable joy of anticipation
bouncing around in him - he still couldn't believe his luck. Zeke was one
of the toughest AND best looking boys in all of 6th grade last year. And
still would be when they started in 7th, so long as nobody ever finds out
what Randy West is doing to him. Nathan didn't like what Randy was doing,
but he loved the thought of maybe Zeke doing it to him.

Zeke was quiet in his own world of turmoil. Now suddenly wondering what he
was doing. Now that he was back in the open sunshine, properly clothed, not
being sexually stimulated, but just riding his bike - basically doing what
a boy his age should be doing. He was having more than second doubts about
going anywhere with Nathan. Maybe he should just ignore him the way he
would back at school - except that the promise of what he could do at
Nathan's house was hard to pass up.

Still, what if it was a trap? "Uh, Nathan, how many brother's do you have?"

"Call me Nate. And I don't have any brothers."

"Uh, oh, OK, um, Nate. Eh, uh, what about sisters?"

"Nope. None. Don't worry. I'm an only child; my parents wont be home until
late, and nobody ever comes over except Tucker, and I wont see him again
today. Pretty sure of that."

"Tucker?"

"Kelley Tucker. He's had a rough day. I don't think he'll come over."

"Oh yeah," Ezekiel responded, though more to himself, "Him. I know him.
He's pretty cool."

"He's the coolest,"  Nathan responded.

"He hung out with Tyler and Blaine when you guys started at Jolsen last
year."

"And me."

"Huh?"

""He hung out with me too."

"Oh yeah, I know. I just mean with Sweetwater guys; you guys were always
around Blaine and Tyler. They, um, they don't know about this, do they?"

"They don't know about you. And don't worry, they never will unless you
tell them. You still wanna come over?"

"Uh," He paused. It was now or never. He had to make a choice. "Yeah. I
wanna come over."

"Cool!! It's this way then!" Nathan yelled out as he made a sharp left onto
Spring Extension.







5:45pm

Not too far ahead of the boys, Joey Vargas was biking up to Caleb's house.
Joey had started for the Parker's after leaving Duncan. This new sexual
role he was playing with an older hunk like Caleb was turning him on like
nobody's business. He wanted in a small way to reciprocate, but his
experience with Connor still steered him away from that.

So instead, he had gone that afternoon to the one boy that treated him with
total respect and still appreciated what a nice ass he had - Duncan
Cormack. That isn't to say Joey was gay, because, oddly enough, he wasn't.
But he liked the attention he was getting from these boys.

And so, once satisfied with Duncan's appreciations, Joey went to see Caleb.
He wasn't sure really what he was looking for from the older boy, and in
truth was more than a little nervous being there, given how strict and
unpredictable Mr. Parker was. Caleb's dad was more than a little scary to
Joey. A little crazy was kind of what he was thinking. And he probably was
home by now. So at the last minute, he changed his mind, swerved his bike
back on to the road and headed to his own home, still with the pleasurable
memory of the stretch of Duncan Cormack's dick in his backside.