Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2008 01:47:04 +0000
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Chapter 13

Kids of Indian Spring
by Jonas Henley

Chapter 13


Thursday, 15 June 1995
8:30 am

For some reason, the next morning all Kelley had on his mind, floating in
and out, was where his little brother Ethan got the white briefs that he
unwittingly put on. And how did he end up with them? Kelley usually only
wore boxers, but Ethan only wore colored briefs. He couldn't wrap his head
around it.

It was completely unimportant, and at some level in his conscious mind he
knew it, and he knew it was just a way of avoiding thinking about the real
thing that was bugging him; that he, a healthy all-American boy, just in
the beginning throes of puberty, had somehow let himself get fucked up the
ass by two other boys. Now that was something he just couldn't wrap his
head around.

"Are you alright, son?"

"Huh? Dad!? What are you doing here?" Kelley reached down suddenly to cover
himself, forgetting he had already changed out of the white briefs and into
some of his own sleep pants.

"Well, I live here, son. Are you sure you've been OK the last week? You
don't really seem yourself."

"Um, yeah, dad, I'm fine, and I, uh, just sorta meant what are you doing
home? How come you aren't at work?"

"Oh, that's right, you weren't at dinner. Well, the meeting tonight of the
Indian Spring Community Integrity Association is very important, perhaps
more so than any other we've had so far. So, your mom and I are staying
home today to get everything ready."

Kelley just nodded. He forgot about the meeting. Of course his dad always
called the group by its whole name, but all the other Springers just called
it the 'CIA'. And everyone knew that Halford Tucker was the driving force
behind the CIA. He did it so effectively and passionately that he was
almost solely responsible for many of the wins the community had against
the State and certain developers over the last 10 years. He was a sort of
guarantor of the freedom of Indian Spring from change, and quite a few
families owed their homes and community to him.

He had, as well, become so integrated with what was right and wrong in the
community that he and his family were held to a higher standard in Indian
Spring for upholding its traditions, both formal and informal. (And he had
enjoyed and made use of many of the informal traditions as a young boy,
something the other kids that grew up there never forgot).

It wasn't that anyone held a grudge, but he was highly respected and
definitely expected to uphold the collected values and customs. He always
lived within those traditions, but in some ways hoped his sons could avoid
many of them. He really did need to talk with them, especially Kelley and
Ethan. Ashton could wait a couple of years, but his talk with the two older
boys was overdue.

"Dad, is this still about the Spring Drive thing?"

"Yes, Kelley, it is. The developers we are fighting are well funded and the
property is quite desirable. What's more, for the first time I can
remember, the Deep Mackeys are divided on the subject. I think I can
eventually swing them all, but I have to tell you, they will expect our
family above all others to toe the line - and without exception once I play
the Community card."

"What do you mean dad?"

"Well, Kelley . . . . There are a lot of traditions and expectations in the
community of one Springer to another, and for any Springer to the community
as a whole. Some of these you know: Any fight in Indian Spring between a
Springer and an outsider, you always side with the Springer in public - not
that I want you getting into fights."

"I don't, dad."

"Also, people get touchy about who you invite into Indian Spring. I'm not
saying it's OK, just the way it is. And we don't spread Indian Spring
secrets, no matter how much we may not like another Springer, or how close
we are to a non-Springer. And we don't bring trouble from outside into the
community."

"Dad, I know all this. I don't get into trouble, don't worry."

Hal Tucker sighed, "I know, son. It's just that our family may have to walk
on eggshells for awhile - like I said, make sure we toe the line. And I
expect us to do exactly that. I can't make exceptions for our family.
Although, when it comes down to it, I would choose you boys over any
tradition or expectation. We can always leave Indian Spring; it's not the
end of the world."

End of the world? The end of Indian Spring would absolutely be the end of
the world. Not just for his family, Kelley thought, but what would happen
to all the people he cared about. Like the Cormacks? Their house was one of
the oldest in Indian Spring, and Cormacks had been living there for just
over 100 years. "Dad, we wont move. It'll be OK; I do all that stuff
anyway."

"Well, it's not just that, but there are a lot of, um, odder, uh,
traditions out there. Most of those are forgotten customs and expectations
of the past, things we need to let go of and move on. But some people, and
most especially the Deep Mackeys who are an odd sort, are slow to change.
They've held on to many of those customs, if only in their own secluded
familial enclave deeper into Indian Spring. But the ones of them that would
give us the most trouble are the same ones that might actually benefit some
from the extension of Spring Drive past the Radcliff house and across the
Creek. I have to make them see it is a short term benefit, and at the cost
of the community as a whole."

Halford Tucker thought to himself, reflecting back on his own childhood and
how things had changed, at least how he hoped they had changed. "I really
do need to sit down with you and Ethan and have a talk. Maybe when I get
back. Yes, definitely when I get back."

"Back from where?"

"Huh? Oh right, Ethan's still asleep, so you still don't know. Kelley, your
mom and I are going to be busy every weekend this month with this new
development issue, trying to keep the community intact and stop the
development of lower Spring Drive."

"Where are you guys going?"

"Well, this weekend we'll be in town, but busy inside the city. Still,
we'll be home at night. But next Friday, we will be gone overnight to the
capital. Then the next weekend we will be gone two nights to Illinois.
There's a community there that had similar problems, and we want to review
their efforts, where they failed, where they succeeded. "

"So where are me, Ethan, and Ashton staying?"

"Well, Ashton will be going away with the Gaston's for the weekend. I
thought about the Cormacks, of course, but their cousins are coming in that
weekend."

"Which ones?"

"The Lanham's."

"You mean Geoff, Jack, and Patrick? Is it true, dad, that they have
witchcraft in their family, cause they're Black Irish?"

Kelley's dad laughed - though a bit nervously. "The Irish have many
mystical and magical legends in their culture, son, and many Irish families
believe there is some trait of magic ascribed to them. It's common in many
cultures that have survived largely whole, protected from external
influences, but Black Irish doesn't have anything to do with witchcraft. It
just means they have black hair and paler skin than the average Irishman."

"So it's not Black Magic, then?"

Hal laughed. "No, but I imagine the Lanham boys want people to believe it
is so. However, the talk has been that the ability to curse, work spells,
or steal the magic of others runs strong in the Lanham family. Similar to
Leprechaun magic, but a little different. Regular Irish magic is supposed
to run more in the O'Shaunessy side. That's Mrs. Cormack's people."

"Regular Irish magic?"

"Danaan. Common forms are like luck, protection, persuasion or the gift of
gab."

"What's the gift of gab?"

"The ability to talk and have people want to listen to you, or the gift of
always knowing what to say, and also to talk your way out of things. Legend
says a non-Irishman can kiss a stone at Blarney Castle to try to receive
the same gift."

"What about the gift of persuasion? Do you think some people that aren't
Irish can do that?"

"Well, maybe, if you believe that sort of thing. There certainly are people
that can seem to talk anyone into anything, or themselves out of anything."
His dad continued.

Kelley wondered to himself - is that why these things have been happening
to me lately? - It certainly fit, and made him feel a bit better about
himself. Maybe there was even a cure, or counter-curse, or something. Maybe
even something to make him forget. That was it after all !! He was under
some kind of spell !

"Kelley? You look a little deep in thought."

"Oh, uh, nothing dad."

"I wouldn't put much stock in folk tales, Kelley, although if you hang
around the Cormack and Lanham families long enough you could certainly
start believing. At any rate, if was all true, you wouldn't have anything
to worry about."

"Cause we're not Irish?"

"Well, actually, there is a bit of Irish on your mom's side, and a bit of
Irish is all it takes, so they say. But no, I was actually referring to
specifically just you."

"Just me?"

"Mrs. Cormack's grandmother, Hannah O'Shaunessy supposedly had the gift of
divination - the ability to see secrets, figure out people's gifts, and
all-round know what's going on behind your back."

"Sounds like Mrs. Cormack, actually."

His father laughed again, "Yes, well, I suppose a large part of that comes
from just having 9 kids. But it is through her family that the gifts run
strongest, though the Lanham boys supposedly got a double dose. They got
Danaan magick from their mom Katherine, Elizabeth's sister, and they got
Black Irish magick from their dad."

"How do you know all this?"

"Well, I hung about with Seamus Lanham and Michael Cormack all while I was
growing up, not to mention several run-ins with the O'Shaunessy sisters;
and Seamus had a whole lore of his family background that he could spin for
you, and he could seem to make a lot of interesting things happen. But just
so you know, most of that is just superstition and family lore."

"Right. . . . . . . . So, what did the grandmother of them say about me?"

Hal Tucker looked at his son. He had meant to sit down and have a
much-needed chat about the realities of expectations in Indian Spring, and
instead he was delving into superstitions and flights of fancy. But the
declaration at Kelley's first visit with Hannah O'Shaunessy 12 years ago
had always tugged at Halford's wonder as he watched the boy grow up. And
having himself grown up with Seamus Lanham, he had had plenty of
opportunities to believe, at least until the Lanham's left Indian Spring
when Seamus was 15.

"She said you had inherited a gift." He finally said. "A very rare gift of
Irish blessing. At the time, we didn't even know that your
great-grandmother had been Irish. She had died in the childbirth of her
firstborn, and your great-grandfather could never speak of her afterward."

"What's my gift?"

Hal paused. He sighed, supposing it couldn't hurt to tell him. After all,
Kelley was a level-headed boy.

"Immunity."

"Huh?"

"According to Mrs. O'Shaunessy - and Elizabeth O'Shaunessy Cormack believes
strongly in the same - you are immune to the gifts of others. Meaning, you
cannot be swayed by persuasion; you're unaffected by almost all curses or
spells; you have neither good luck nor bad luck; and, interestingly, you
can see through lies and the false presentations of other people.
Basically, you can see people for what they really are.

"I have to admit, too," his dad continued, "that you certainly do have an
uncanny knack for that. As do most of the Cormack kids, though supposedly
for them it's through the gift of divination watered down. All I know, is
that the oldest boy Gerald has been an invaluable asset to the Community
Integrity Association when we deal with various public officials and
lawyers. What's the matter son? Why so glum? It's not a bad gift to have,
if you believe in that sort of thing."

Kelley had heard everything his dad had been saying, but was stuck on the
part where he was supposedly immune to persuasion. If that were true, then
part of him, or all of him, must have wanted to do the things he had done
this past week. And that CERTAINLY could not be true, especially with the
incident yesterday where he had been bent over the patrol car . . . . . a
cold shiver ran down his back, and he tried to snap out of it.

"Oh, sorry dad, I was thinking of something else. So, uh, back to you going
out of town next week, where are me and Ethan staying if we can't stay at
the Cormacks?"

"Well, that's the thing. There are several families you could stay with,
including the Carlins, though they are never really thrilled with more than
one boy staying over. However, Ethan already asked your mom if he could
stay with the Brewers . . . ."

"That's fine, dad. We can stay there." Kelley cut his dad off, he had been
wondering what was up with Cal and his brother. Maybe this was a good way
to find out. "It's cool with me."

"Well, about that . . ." Before his dad could get anywhere with what he was
trying to tell Kelley, Silvie Tucker came in from the living room and
informed them she had just spoken with David Brewer, and he was more than
happy to have the boys over, in fact Cal had just asked him last night if
both Ethan and Kelley could spend the night some time.

"Sweetie, you already told him the boys would stay there? I thought we
could talk about this, see if the boys would rather stay somewhere else."

She looked at her husband as if he were crazy. "What is wrong with staying
at David's? You used to stay at David's house when you were younger,
right?"

"Well, yeah, but . . ."

"Cal is only half a year older than Kelley, Ben is Ethan's age, the boys
get along and even want to stay over there. What exactly is the problem?"

"Well, um, if you put it that way. Uh, I guess nothing."

"Oh, and he is also having some of Cal's Boy Scout troop over that weekend
- some kind of party. Won't that be nice?"

"WHAT!!??" Hal looked at his wife incredulously. She had no idea what she
was doing. He wasn't ready for this. His boys weren't ready for this. He
realized he was sounding alarmist and quickly tried to recollect himself.
"I mean, we don't want to interrupt a party."

"Don't be silly, Hal. David said it would be fine and the boys would have a
great time. In fact, Kelley, you know one of the boys, Joshua Keillor from
your old cub scout troop."

"Cool, I like Josh."

"Good, see Hal, no problems, and one less thing you have to worry about
this weekend. Now you two finish up your breakfast while I go make a few
more phone calls."

After she left, Kelley broached the subject with his dad. "Uh, dad, why did
you not really want us going over to the Brewers?"

"It's not that I don't want you going over there Kelley, it's just that,
well, things are a little different at David's house . . . . It was when I
was younger, too."

"Yeah, I know, everybody wears white underwear in the house at night."
Kelley said flatly, surprising his dad. Oh yeah, so now those white BVD's
he mistakenly put on yesterday made sense. Ethan must have got them when he
was hanging out at the Brewers. Now, Kelley knew he had to find out what
all was going on between Cal and his brother.

"You know about that?"

"Yeah, it's cool dad, no problem. It's really weird, but it's ok. No big
deal."

"Well, Kelley - oh boy we should have had this talk a long time ago -
there's a little more to it than that. . . . . . "

"Hal, . . . Can you come here for a second and help me?" They heard
Kelley's mom call from the other side of the house.

Hal looked in the direction of his wife's voice and half stood up. "Look,
Kelley, I have to make this quick, but we can talk more later. You're in
puberty now; I know because your voice is starting to change, your body is
filling out with muscle, and in general you're growing up. I've seen a
couple hairs under your arms, so I'm sure you have a few around your penis
as well."

"Dad!"

"And I'm equally sure, I'm sure you can produce semen when you masturbate."

"Dad !!"

"Well, I'm sorry, son, I know we should have had this conversation sooner,
and I apologize that it is getting rushed, but you're about to move into a
whole new area of growth and exploration, and I want you to know that it is
all right with me if you explore your body with your friends."

"Daaad . . . ."

"Now, Kelley, listen to me quick. I was a boy, too; and I grew up here in
Indian Spring. I know what a boy can get up to, and I know how frustrating
it is to go through puberty and always have girls on your mind. Some boys
make do with their own hand, some use other boys, some share their . . . uh
. . . boy . .um . .ness."

"Hal !!"  Again came Silvie's voice.

"Look, I have to go help your mom. I know this rushed and sounds very
strange, but we'ill talk about it later. Just trust me on this. There are a
lot of unwritten rules to that kind of behavior here in Indian Creek. I
want you to know that it is perfectly OK to explore some sensations with
another boy, but just don't . . . . . uh . . . . just don't let anyone put
anything up your bottom. At least until we can chat more."

Kelley went bug-eyed as his dad kissed him on the forehead and walked off
to help his mom and get ready for the meeting tonight and the very busy
weekend ahead. He reached for more orange juice, as if an accused man
trying to drown out the last statement, like an alcoholic in his earliest
years. But that wasn't like him either. He ended up just staring into the
orange juice until the doorbell mercifully saved him from his traveling
thoughts.

Kelley opened the door, thankful for the distraction that soon proved to be
a frustration. "Uh. . . . Oh, um, hey, Nate."

"Hey, Tuck." Nathan stood a nervously at the door, something he had never
really done before. Somehow, what had happened to him and Kelley yesterday
was more of an impediment to their comfortable friendship than when Nathan
had sucked him off. Could that have only been a few days ago? Seemed like
years. "Can I, uh, come in?"

"Huh? Oh. Uh, yeah, sure. Of course."

Kelley led the way into the den and let Nathan shut the door behind him.
The two boys ended up just sitting there, one in the chair, one on the
couch, both sitting at the edges of their respective seats. Neither looking
at the other, and both lost in silence.

Who knows how long this would have gone on if Ethan hadn't walked in on
them, looking at them as if they were both ill and coming down with
something. "What are you guys doing just sitting in here?"

An uncomfortable shrug was all he could get from either.

He shrugged back, more to suggest that they were just acting weird. "Well,
me and Ian are going over to the Vinings' house and shoot some baskets with
Stewie and some of the guys. You two wanna go?"

Kelley and Nathan both jumped, each obviously eager to have some kind of
activity to stay busy and not think about yesterday. On the way to the
Vinings' Kelley watched his little brother and Ian out in front. Both were
about a year and a half younger than himself, but he just realized how much
faster Ethan was looking like he was coming toward that puberty point
himself. How much longer did he have? A year? Maybe a little less? Maybe a
whole lot less? And just how much about his friend Ian did Ethan know?

Ian was only a couple months older than Ethan and already steadily banging
a girl. Kelley wasn't even sure if Ethan knew that much about sex. But Ian
- well not only did he get regular pussy, but - if Nathan was right - he
had banged a few boys' butts, as well. That thought put a shiver down
Kelley's back. A shiver that mercifully ended before heading down his
crack, reminding him of what he chose to disregard about himself.

Nathan was looking at Ian, too. But his smile showed he was thinking
something else entirely. He was remembering what happened after he had left
Kelley yesterday:




Ezekiel had ended up at Nathan's house after the boys left the Cormacks,
but Nathan's parents had come home especially early. They invited the boy
to stay for supper, and Nathan now was fondly remembering being half bent
over his bathroom sink with Ezekiel standing right behind him, both boys
with a puddle of clothes about their ankles; and Ezekiel grinding into the
sexually budding, but less developed boy under his physical exertions.

It was Ezekiel's first fuck on that end of things, and it didn't take him
long to start filling Nathan up. The hot grip on his straight hard 4 1/2
inches of dick as it pushed through the so tight, yet yielding, hole was
about to render him unconscious. He felt his whole boyhood and thirst
pushing up into that bent-over and offered rectum, so freely given for him
to enjoy. He didn't even know Nathan, much less understand why the boy
could possibly want him to do this, but in his last thrilling bangs deep
within and as he felt the warm liquid coursing through his balls and out
his cock, he knew he loved it, and he loved the offering as well.

As he became spent, with the last dribbles finding a still warm, yet new
home about four to four and a half inches inside another boy, Ezekiel lost
his tough boy reserve and leaned down over Nathan to catch his breath, and
he contemplated the final resting place of his young developing sperm. This
other boy was so warm and so giving after the last two months of having his
own hole plugged against his own wishes. He gave the boy a soft kiss at the
back of his neck, just inside the soft hairline trimmed short and smelling
of a boy at play all day.

"What?" Nathan asked as he heard the mumble. He had been half hard
throughout the fuck, relaxed and enjoying both the feel and the notion that
this was strong, handsome, popular Ezekiel Prosper was plugging his ass.

"I wonder what it smells like after a shower. Your hair. I bet it's real
soft and nice."

Feeling the soft kiss and then hearing these words got Nathan fully hard
and ready to blow. Realizing what he had mumbled - and then repeated out
loud - brought Ezekiel to another hard on as well. He made a small
micro-step forward and pushed even deeper.

"Unngghh . . Fuucckk." Nathan moaned softly. He could feel the small pubic
hairs press into his flattened pillowed cheeks and the tight larger nutsack
press up into his perineum and against the end of his buttocks where the
crack subsided and the rounding out of welcoming flesh met the tops of his
thighs.

Ezekiel straightened up, looking down at the soft white rump rounding out
from under the boy's T-shirt, and his own hips flattening those rumps as he
started rocking back and forth again.

"Fucking amazing," Ezekiel whispered in awe at the sight and the feel.
Nathan echoed his comments in his own mind as he opened his eyes and looked
in the mirror at the boy fucking him from behind. Ezekiel still had his
T-shirt on as well, though Nathan would give a left nut to see his bare
chest while he rocked his stretching hard-on in and out of his hole again.

Ezekiel ran his hands under Nathan's own white T and felt the soft skin of
the boy's back. He looked down and there was hardly a tan line where the
boy's bottom broke out into mounds and rounded down in his subjugated
positioned. He let his hands explore further, slipping over the sides of
Nathans chest and reaching under, pulling the boy up from his bent over
position, all the while continuing to fuck him in short jabs with just the
last inch of dick running out and back into the boy's rectum.

Ezekiel imagined his hard dick running through his own still warm cum as it
rocked deep in Nathan's bowels. As the smaller boy straightened up, Ezekiel
ran his hands back down to gather up Nathan's T-shirt and pull it off over
his head. He watched in the mirror as the boy's abdomen and belly button
appeared. If possible he got even harder. The sight of the small nipples
and the hardmess of the brown tips as his hands passed over got him even
harder - which definitely should not be possible. The sight of the hairless
pits as Nathan raised his arms - nearly hairless, for if you looked closer
you would just see the start of some fuzz - sealed Ezekiel's mind to come
back again and again to this well of pleasure.

If Nathan would let him come back, that was. As for that moment, all
Ezekiel could keep in his mind was the incredible surge of cum begging for
a deeper relase so millions of sperm could join their brothers in their new
found home, deep in Nathan Carlin's ass.

With that Ezekiel began drawing more and more of his dick out and was soon
fucking Nathan with 2 1/2 inch plunges in rapid succession, holding the boy
up, caressing his nipples, stealing glances in the mirror to see the bliss
on Nathan's face, and burying his nose and mouth in the back of the boy's
neck, moving from hot slobbery kisses to soft bites and moans.

"UUUUNNgghh fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkk
kkk!!!!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ezekiel let loose a primeval half scream choked by animal growls of deeper
pleasure. He pulled himself hard into the boy who barely noticed another
compression of his ass as he was too busy trying to stay conscious as his
senses overwhelmed him and 90% of his life seemed to leave him, shooting
out of his dick and driven by his balls so hard that he could feel the
squeeze on them like the bulb on a turkey baster, and he basted, or
blasted, the whole of the sink before him, even hitting the mirror with his
sole second shot of clear, liquid joy.

Neither boy realized how loud they had been, how heavy they were panting,
or how close together they were. When they realized it, they were too
physically worn out to separate too quickly and too mentally worn out to
care too much. Still the uncomfortable silence of post-orgasmic guilt and
embarrassment began to lightly settle, and the two boys pulled apart slowly
and stole a couple of shy smile looks at each other.

Ezekiel just covered himself partly with one of his hands, still really
trying to recollect his breath and senses, "Uh, . . . .hunh . . that was,
um, . . . pretty cool."

"Yeah, I guess I liked it, too." Even Nathan was feeling embarrassed as he
quickly looked around for something decent to put on. He realized where his
shorts were and quickly bent down and pulled them up.

"Uh, I'll just wait outside while you clean up, Ezekiel."

Ezekiel was still covering himself with one hand as he watched Nathan leave
the bathroom without ever looking up again. "Yeah, thanks," Ezekiel said
softly, still amazed. He added just as quietly when the door closed. "Call
me Zeke."

Meanwhile downstairs, Mrs. Carlin heard the strangled yell from upstairs.
It had been muffled by the closed bathroom door inside Nathan's bedroom,
also with it's door closed. But it definitely was a prolonged yell with an
expletive in the midst. The context neither she or her husband could make
out.

"Dave, dear, can you go find out what that yelling is about. And the rolls
are almost ready, so just tell both boys to wash up and come down for
dinner."



Dinner was awkward for the boys; as they both sat down to the table they
were flushed with embarrassment, and somewhat drained of energy, a curious
combination of being too tired to engage and so hyped up from fear and
worry of what they had just done - all the while with Nathan's parents in
the house - that they eagerly dug into to dinner to avoid talking or
looking at each other..

"So," Mrs. Carlin began, noticing the unusual silence of both boys, and
wondering if it had anything to do with the outburst upstairs. "You go to
Joplin Middle School with Nathan, Ezekiel, dear?"

Nathan was almost surprised his mom remembered where he went to school. He
had always had the feeling that his parents weren't very interested in his
life. Actually, he was partly correct. They weren't really 'kids'-people.
They never planned on having Nathan. They didn't know what to do with him
when he was little, and they never felt comfortable around other people
with their kids. They were always thankful that Nathan had a good friend in
Kelley, mainly because he was a safe option for keeping Nathan company and
entertained - the less required of them.

However, as Nathan grew, as he became more complex and adult-like, their
interest began slowly growing. As he grew, they wanted him to find friends
outside of Indian Spring. Ezekiel was the first that they had met properly,
and he certainly had the appearance of someone that might be a popular or
well accepted child in Sweetwater. They liked this image they had of him.

"Yes, ma'am,"  Ezekiel replied, still buttering a roll intensely.

"Nathan, dear," his mom said, "Were you fighting with your friend
upstairs."

"What? Oh. The noise. I told dad. It was an accident. I shut Ezekiel's hand
in a drawer."

"I thought you said it was his foot in the door." His dad said, savoring
his bite of roasted beef.

"I did? Well, I meant his hand in a drawer. Cause that's what I did."

"Well you need to be more careful, Nathan." His mom said before turning to
Ezekiel, "Is your hand alright, Ezekiel."

Ezekiel had already set down his utensils, nervous about what the Carlin's
would say about his outburst - or even what they would think of Nathan's
bad lie. Nathan's dad seemed oblivious to the bad lie, but his mom just
seemed unconcerned at heart. Still Ezekiel jerked his hands under the table
for fear she might inspect them closer and demand more information as to
what passed upstairs.

"Uh, I'm sorry I yelled out a curse word."

"It's quite alright, my boy," Nathan's dad volunteered. "It must have
really hurt. Tamara, be a dear and pass me another roll."

Mrs Carlin was already moving on to another subject, that being basically
Ezekiel himself. She wanted to know more about this potential friend of his
son.

Nathan checked an 'Awww, mom' before it escaped his mouth. He had quickly
realized that he too wanted to know more about Ezekiel Prosper. As the
dinner progressed, he found out that Ezekiel played baseball every spring
and had since he was six. He would probably play all summer next year, but
he was still trying to talk his mom into summer ball this year. The season
started in one week. He had already missed tryouts, but the coach might let
him walk on since they didn't have a decent short stop.

He preferred the position of short stop, and as he got older was able to
claim that position more and more. His least favorite position was Right
field, and next least favorite was third base. Of course, he wasn't very
good at being a pitcher, either. (Nathan coughed some milk out of his nose
when he heard this part).

>From nine to ten he played soccer in the fall, but stopped when the County
moved the competitive leagues to the spring. He wanted to run track when he
got to high school, but his dad didn't think he was fast enough.

He had a pet cocker spaniel named Hollywood, because he got the dog when he
was 8 and saw Doc Hollywood with an older cousin who thought the name would
be cool. He now just called her Holly most of the time.

His mom was on the PTA at Joplin, and his dad was an attorney that was the
primary consult for the mayor downtown.

"Jacob Prosper is your father?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, well, well. I should have thought of it with your last name. And you
even look like him when he was 12. I cannot believe that escaped me!"

"You know my dad?"

Now it was Nathan's dad to almost spurt his drink out of his nose.

"Well, we've met."  Tamara Carlin answered smiling.

Ezekiel hadn't at first seemd much of a talker, but she was able to draw
out an amazing amount of detail before either he or Nathan realized what
was happening. She of course neglected to mention that she worked in the
mayor's office. Though she hit the glass ceiling as an underpaid junior
administrative assistant, she was well connected and was always entrusted
as the one to vet the potential interviewees and public constituents of the
politically minded mayor. Basically she was a cheap, and in many ways
better, version of Jacob Prosper.

The rest of the meal was finished off a bit more quietly with more inane
small talk and less grilling. By the end, both boys were back to being able
to look at each other, except that they were smiling and somewhat strangely
bashful. Almost blushing at each other in a 'I have a secret' sort of way.

"Well, thank you for dinner Mrs. Carlin, I really like it. I have to be
going home now, though. It's almost dark, and there's no lights between
here and Sweetwater."

"Nonsense, Ezekiel, Mr. Carlin will drive you home. Your bike can go in the
trunk, right Dave?"

"Sure, dear, let me get my keys."

"Thank you, Mr Carlin. Uh, Nate, I left something up in your room, can I go
get it?"

"Sure." Nathan couldn't think of anything that Ezekiel could have left, but
all that was spinning through his head at that moment was 'Ezekiel Prosper
called me Nate! Just like I was a regular friend!'

"Your friend sure is nice and polite, Nathan." His mom said after Ezekiel
ran upstairs.

"Uh, yeah, he's OK." But poor Nathan couldn't help the blood rushing to his
face. It was one blush too many for Tamara Carlin. She may have been tired
enough from the day to completely blank-out and not notice the resemblance
in face and name of Ezekiel to his father, but there was no way of missing
Nathan's reactions through the evening.

Nathan was in love.

Oh it was puppy love to be sure. But she knew the forming doting
expressions deeper in the recesses of those stolen glances, the crush-like
hope of a new friendship. The funny thing was that Ezekiel did seem to be
OK with the start of the friendship. She only hoped that Nathan didn't get
too crushed.

Unbeknownst to Nathan, both of his parents had already clued in to the
subtle declarations that his gaze and his small talk made in the things and
people that he was becoming interested in. They both had discussed the
possibility, or even probability of Nathan being gay. They didn't actually
mind; in fact, it sort of suited their interests. They didn't particularly
want grandkids, either.

"Besides," Nathan's dad had suggested at the time they were discussing it.
"Maybe it will make him more interesting."

'Well it will definitely make him more likely to look farther beyond Indian
Spring for his future,' his mom had thought to herself in reply.

Right now, though, Nathan was just like any other adolescent boy, or at
least any boy on the burgeoning beginning end of adolescence, he was
uncomfortable enough around himself with these new feelings, but even more
so around his mom.

"I'm going to see if I can help Ezekiel find his stuff."

Nathan walked into his room just in time to see Ezekiel pulling the hem of
his pants up and around the marvelous naked globes of perfection that had
so entranced Randy West. Nathan's mouth dropped slightly and let out a
small amount of drool. He quickly wiped it away as Ezekiel turned around
smiling. This time Nathan could just see the pubic hairline disappear as
his friend pulled up his zipper.

Nathan then looked over on to his bed to see Ezekiel's camo boxers lying
there in a heap.

Now the boy was blushing a bit as he awkwardly explained. "I have to go
over to Randy's house tonight real quick. He only lives a few houses down
from me, and my parents will probably let me go for a few minutes. But
anyway, he told me he wants me to come over commando, so - I figure you
could hold on to my boxers for me. That way I could come back and get them
another day."

Nathan nodded, trying to say that that would be cool - so, so, sooo cool;
but instead he just dumbly nodded.

The boys left for downstairs where Mr. Carlin was waiting for him. In
saying good bye they just looked at each other for a couple of embarrassed
seconds. Ezekiel started forward like he was going to hug Nathan, but
quickly checked himself, wondering what stimulus had prompted that and
instead stuck his hand out jerkily for Nathan to take in a handshake.

"Cool to get to know you better, Nate," he said in his huskier beginning
puberty voice.

Nathan nodded and shook his hand and stood there as the boy walked out the
door with his dad. He kept standing there, dumbly staring at the hand that
had just made contact with this middle school god in his own living room.
He stared in wonder at the part of his flesh last in contact with Ezekiel;
he could still feel the boy's warmth spread along his palm, still feel the
tingles that went up his arm and down into his fluttering heart. Wondering
what exactly was happening, what he was feeling.

His mom smiled compassionately at her poor stricken child and walked over
to him and gave him a hug. Then, just as uncharacteristically, she kissed
him on his forehead and said, "Don't worry, honey. We can have him back
over. I like him, too."

As she walked away, Nathan just stood there, numbly nodding, trying to
figure out what exactly had happened and what was happening with him.







"Nate! Nate! Ohhh Naaathhaan, yoohoo, earth to Nathan."

"Huh?" Nathan snapped out of his reverie. He was standing in the Vining's
driveway, having just ditched his bike in the front yard with the others
and Kelley was trying to get his attention.

"Oh, sorry, Tuck, I was somewhere else."

"Yeah, no doubt."

"Hey Tucker!!" A call came from Jason Lucci from under the basketball goal,
"Are you playing?" Jason exclaimed. Jason was 13 years old and a grade
higher than Nathan and Kelley, but probably a bit behind Kelley in puberty
and standing at just the same height. He only had a few of his blonder
Northern Italian hair still showing through the light brown hair in the
sun, and could always be a fountain of exuberance in playing street games.

"Yeah, I'm in."

"Cool, I got Tucker," Jason's friend Colin exclaimed. He and Jake Finney
were picking teams. Like Kelley, Jake just went by his last name, though
his younger brothers did not. All the kids just referred to Jake as 'the
Finn' half the time. His dark hair could certainly place him with that
ancestry. He was only 1 day older than Jason, but side by side you would
have guessed a year and a half, or two years older.

"Hey Harry, are you playing?" the Finn asked, clearly preferring his 11
year old brother over Nathan. "Cool, then I'll take Harry."

Kelley sent a subtle signal to Colin who nodded reluctantly back.

"I'll take Nathan."

"Nate."  Kelley said in a low voice to Colin.

Colin sighed. "Nate, I mean. I'll take Nate." Colin was an auburn haired
boy with light complexion, but darker than the Cormacks in hair and skin
color. He was about 3 inches taller than his friend Jason, and Colin was
much more clearly on the road of puberty. If you could pull those black
nylon basketball shorts down farther you would see a nice set of auburn
curls above his developed root. It was still a 13yo set of curls, though
and hadn't yet begun to spread up his pubic area or make a happy trail,
though the very beginnings of one could just barely be discerned. When he
raised his arms, a small 1 x 1 inch patch of darker auburn hairs could be
seen. And if his shorts would slip down a bit in back, you would see the
muscular beginnings of an athletic boy's ass.

Kelley looked around at that point, wondering to where Ian and Ethan had
slipped away.

"I'll be right back guys," as he headed around the back of the house to
check real quick.

Sure enough there was Ian and Ethan headed out toward the woodpile behind
the Vining's house.

"Hey, Ethan!" He called out to his little brother, running over to the two
boys. "I thought you wanted to come here to play basketball?"

"I don't think so. I was just going to hang out with Ian."

"It's cool Tucker," Ian said smoothly, "me and Ethan are just hanging out.
We'll be back."

Tucker gave Ian a quick hard look and stepped between the two boys. "Ethan,
go back around front."

Ethan gave a quick shake of his head looking dazed. "Yeah, OK. Sure Kelley.
Hey Ian, I thought we were gonna play basketball?"

Until recently, Ian had been content with just a few boys outside his
relationship with Brianna. He really did care about her and did prefer
girls to boys. What's more is that he didn't have any inclination at this
point in cheating on her with another girl. But the recent power he had
felt over certain boys, the sexual thrill, and the driving hormones of
puberty setting in earlier were making him wild, getting him to take bigger
risks for novel thrills. He felt as trapped by himself almost as much as
the other boys had felt under his influence.

It had been even worse over the last two days with Brianna being grounded.
And being able to hand off Ezekiel Prosper to his brother Connor and watch
that bigger dick pound the reluctant boy's ass, the one he had himself
broken in and spoiled, gave him the oddest thrill that sent him on even
bigger conquests. And it didn't get much bigger than crossing the sacred
line and messing with one of the Tuckers.

"Just go back around front, Ethan," Kelley said. Ethan didn't want to and
opened his mouth to argue, but this was his big brother Kelley who told him
to do it. And he wasn't in the habit of arguing with Kelley. So he closed
his mouth and just turned around and headed back around front.

"You want to take his place, Kelley?" Ian said cheekily. He wasn't
thinking, at least not with the head on his shoulders; he was boned up and
wanting release, wanting that thrill that comes with the forbidden, the
violation of the sacred, and the sense of danger. Something recently had
started quickly going awry in Ian, and he was losing the sense of himself
that was good. And he was forgetting what he already knew about Kelley.
Just as Ian had figured out his own special abilities, he also noticed that
some people were very resistant to the power of suggestion and to
persuasion. He knew Kelley Tucker was one of these.

Ian had even overheard his older brothers plenty of times refer to Kelley
as "The Rock" when they were joking around. Kelley operated on his own
transmission, and nothing interfered with it. But Ian was lust-filled,
cocky and getting out of control and forgetting Kelley could easily just
beat the crap out of him

"Be careful, Ian. You're a Cormack, and that's the only reason I don't
pound you into the ground."

"Pussy. You're just afraid my brothers would come after you."

Kelly started toward Ian quickly, but just as quickly checked himself, but
not before Ian fell to the ground backward in his reflex to get away. "What
the hell is wrong with you, Ian? What have you become?" Kelley didn't
realize that he wasn't just disgusted with the change in Ian, but also in
himself.

Ian was a bit thrown off. He didn't have an answer for this question. It
slowly dawned on him what he had just tried to do. He felt somewhat bereft,
wondering himself, just what the hell was wrong with him?

"Stay away from, Ethan!" Kelley warned, pointing his finger at the boy on
the ground before walking off.

Ian just nodded, suddenly fearful, not just of Kelley, but other things.
His brothers would never retaliate against Kelley. They would beat the ever
loving crap out of him if they found out he had just tried to seduce Ethan
Tucker. And Kelley was right. He was just being a total shit. How did he
get like this? He was happy with Brianna. Why was he treating other people
like throw-away objects?

While it may seem improbable that an almost 11 year old boy, on the cusp of
puberty with an expanding dick, a plump descended scrotum, and the
beginnings of a watery cum and who had a girlfriend who loved to fuck and
boys that he could bend at his will would lay there in the grass where he
had fallen and be this introspective, you just don't know the Cormack
family. Every child in the family had been brought up with the strictest
regard for independence and respect for the rights of others. Even Connor
would back off if he thought a boy or girl wasn't at least partially
wanting what would happen. But Ian was realizing that he had spent the last
few months trampling all over the considerations of others, just to get his
rocks off - and at an expanding rate.

Ian already knew that he could make almost anyone do almost anything he
wanted, provided at least some part of them was interested or intrigued, or
if they had particularly poor will power or weak minds. It was a power that
had grown in recent months, but it wasn't what Ian wanted defining himself.
"I don't want to be like that."

He got up and dusted himself off. Ian had made up his mind. He was going
home. He would figure out how to turn himself around; but first, maybe he
needed to jerk off.





The basketball game got underway. The Tucker brothers were paired against
the Finney brothers. Nathan played with Kelley, Ethan, and Jason Lucci on
Colin Gaither's team. They played against Jake and Harry Finney, Stewie
Vining, Jeremy Cantrell, and a cousin of Jeremy's that everyone just called
Katz.

Nathan actually did better than everyone expected, partly because Kelley
had sweet talked Jessica Odom into giving Nathan six free lessons. She was
a basketball player one grade above the boys and lived in the small cluster
of houses at the end of Spring Drive, right next to Casey Harris' great
aunt and uncle, actually. Jessica ended up giving Nathan ten lessons,
partly because she enjoyed the challenge. Kelley never told anyone about
the deal he made with her to get her to give the first lessons to poor
inept Nathan. Kelley had nearly given up teaching Nathan himself as Nathan
wouldn't quit staring at his best friend's amazing body with the thin sheen
of sweat accentuating the developing muscles and defining the trim boyness
of his friend and idol.

Kelley knew that Nathan would be able to concentrate with Jessica, though
Kelley's part was an agreement to be a dummy for her to practice French
kissing before she went out with Chad Leach, a 5 ' 10'' sophomore at
Sweetwater High School. She had never been on a date before, and her mother
was only just barely allowing this one. She certainly wanted to capture
Chad's interest. It wasn't a bad deal for Kelley, either. It actually was
the event that fully propelled his budding interest in girls and his desire
to take them out on dates like Chad could. This in turn had convinced him
of the all-important need to get a job, which of course had landed him on
his knees with his face stuffed with brown Mexican dick. Funny how these
things work out.

But at the moment he was just a regular boy again, enjoying the game of
driveway basketball. He went for a lay-up and faked a shot, passing the
ball to the quick and agile Jason Lucci who dribbled right under Jake
Finney's nose and went up for his own shot. The cocky smooth skinned boy
playfully flipped off Jake, "Eat that Finn."

Jake grabbed his crotch in his loose shorts in response and just said "Eat
this, Lucci."

Jason had no response and went back to just concentrating on the game while
the Finney boys had a short laugh with Katz joining in and even Jeremy
cracking a smile. Jeremy was four months shy of 12 and a year and a half
younger than Jason and already had a rim of short soft black hairs topping
the plump scrotum already churning out pre-cum and thickening semen. And
that was more than Jason could say. Jason had a decent hard on, but thin
and hairless. His balls hung but still shot blanks. Even Stewie knew Jason
would never dare grab his crotch and show off his relative immaturity.

But Colin stood up for his friend, "Quit playing with yourself, Finn, and
get your other head back in the game."

"Why don't you suck it, Colin, you're so interested in it."

"All right, if you win."

"What?"  Several boys exclaimed.

"But when we win, you and your brother get on your knees and suck all of us
off."

"Fuck that,"  Harry exclaimed.

Most of the boys, Kelley most definitely included didn't like the way this
was going. Jake Finney smiled and just slyly said, "Naahhh, that's OK.
Let's just say losers just are losers this game. Next time we'll play for
blowjobs."

With that he checked the ball to Colin who sent it back. Jake entered the
court boundaries and started toward the goal. He was amazingly blocked by
Nathan who got the ball to Kelley who sank a three pointer to increase the
lead in the game. The boys kept playing, each choosing for differing
reasons to ignore the previous comments. Even Nathan managed to keep his
head in the game.

Well, OK. He was playing with a semi, and had a hard time keeping his eyes
off Colin and Jake's bodies. They both noticed and rolled their eyes but
just ignored the boy. Ethan, for his part, couldn't keep his eyes off
Jeremy Cantrell. He thought the older boy, almost a whole year older than
himself, was so hot. He had always wanted to be friends with Jeremy. He was
almost as tall and fairly developed himself for his age. (Naked Ethan
looked more like an older 11 year old than the 10 1/2 years he did have. He
could have matched the lower end of 12 year olds in development, even).
Jeremy also noticed Ethan's stares, and he would often through the game
look askance at the younger boy and give a small smile at the pathetic
sex-obsessed puppy dog look. For the most part, however, Jeremy completely
ignored Nathan, as he was wont to do, or at least pretended he was.

Ethan had a few opportunities to even guard Jeremy, which meant lots of
accidental touching. Ethan seemed oblivious to the fact that his dick
stayed hard as a rock for most of the game. No one else seemed to notice.
Jeremy even pretended to not notice when Ethan's hands lingered a bit.
Ethan realized slowly that the boy wasn't either paying attention, didn't
care, or was letting him. Either way, it simply encouraged Ethan to touch
Jeremy more. At one point, Jeremy was bent over with his hands on his
knees, catching his breath and studying the positioning of Kelley and Colin
on the opposing team. He figured that Kelley would lay up for Colin to sink
a two-pointer. He knew Ethan was standing there behind him, and probably
couldn't take his eyes off the perfect boy's loosely polyester shorts-clad
ass. At this point, he didn't even mind when he felt the fingers of the
slightly younger boy just feeling or playing at the hem of his shorts.

Jeremy didn't flinch or betray the feeling of the surprisingly bold feel of
Ethan's hand casually placed on the waistband of his shorts as he stayed
bent over watching the rest of the court - particularly an argument now
between Colin and The Finn - an argument being mediated by Kelley and
watched just as closely as the other boys. Ethan just lost his sanity and
proceeded with his visceral gut, the same one introducing him to all the
nighttime sexual wonder in his dreams lately. He boldly slid his hand down
the back of the shorts and cupped the luscious black-clad left buttcheek of
Jeremy Cantrell.

He ran his fingers partly down the crack as he got a really good feel of
the boy's left cheek. Suddenly Jeremy stood up and walked away from Ethan
and began contributing his two cents to the argument on the court. The game
continued for another 20 or 30 minutes, during which time Ethan got a few
more 'accidental' feels on Jeremy, and during which time Nathan began to
get more and more distracted by Jake Finney's aggressive good looks; by
Colin's stomach muscles when his shirt would ride up when he took a shot;
and even by Jason's trim smoothness and the way he hustled the ball.

It didn't go unnoticed, and at one point Colin said to Nathan, "Nate maybe
you should go jack-off so you can get your other head back in the game."

"Hey!"  Kelley immediately took offense for Nathan.

"Relax, Tuck," surprisingly it was Jake that said this, "We're cool with
Nate." Jake at this point checked the ball to Nate who returned it and the
play continued.

At the end of the game all the boys went in the Vining house for something
to drink before heading home. Jason watched smiling as Colin sidled up to
Nathan and starting chatting the boy up.

"So," Colin asked in a low voice, "you and Tucker ever get it on or
anything?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Nathan was taken by surprise by this question and
suddenly embarrassed.

Now it was Colin's turn to get red-faced, "Uhhh, nothing, sorry, Never
mind."
He started to move away, but Nathan decided to take a chance. He didn't
want to have to always hide his life and interests; besides it seemed like
some of the guys already figured it out and were mostly cool with it. He
grabbed at Colin's arm and said, also in a low voice, "Wait. I mean, well,
we don't ever mess around really. Kelley's not like that. But . . . . . I
mean . . . .he is kinda hot, I think."

Colin shrugged his shoulders slightly. He clearly wasn't interested in
Kelley. "So, you do, um, like playing with dick?" Alost blushing as he
asked the question so no one else could hear him.

"Yeah," Nathan admitted, feeling something like a weight lifting off him.
"But not just anybody's."

"Oh." Colin wasn't sure where to go next with this. Fortunately for him
Nathan took the initiative.

"Maybe I could see yours sometime."

Colin's eyes got a little wide, just for a second. Then he slowly relaxed.
"Sure Nate, I don't mind. I, uh, I don't really get into guys though."

"That's OK. It doesn't matter really."

"No, I guess it doesn't."

"Besides you don't have to look at mine. I'd just like to see yours. Maybe
I could even get you off or something."

Colin blushed again. "Yeah, that'd be cool. I've, uh, I've got to go. See
you Nate."

"Bye Colin."

Colin hesitated and leaned in and whispered, "Hey Nate, drop by my house
sometime. Anytime you want."

"Cool." Nathan had the biggest smile as he watched Colin Gaither and his
developing muscular 13 year old body walk out the door. Life was getting
good for Nathan.

The somewhat scrawnier 13 year old Jason slipped out after his friend Colin
and pretty soon all the boys were leaving.

"I'm going down to the creek with Harry and Jake,"  Ethan told his brother.

Kelley nodded an OK, and he and Nathan headed back on their bikes to the
Tucker house.




Meanwhile, Ian had gone back home to try to sort his life out, figure out
where he had gone wrong, and what to make of his abilities. The best way,
he thought, was to sit down and have a talk with his mom about his
abilities that he had discovered on his own. He had long ago learned that
his mom knew way more about things going on with them than the kids would
admit to themselves. Maybe not as much as Aunt Katherine, but surprisingly
a lot.

"She must know about the things I can do."  Ian said to himself.

His mom worked part-time at the elementary school office and so was
generally available most of the summer through the day.

"Hey mom," Ian said as he went into the kitchen, "can I talk to you about
something?"

And so Elizabeth Cormack had a long talk with Ian about his gift of
persuasion and his power of suggestion and the dangers of letting them take
over and changing him. The talk was enlightening to Ian. He felt more
empowered than he had before, except this time instead of using other
people, he began reflecting on how he could be more sure of himself and be
a stronger person for himself.

Kind of like a superhero, he thought.

His mom had to counsel him, though, that these gifts were not actually
limitless, and magic wasn't something out of a storybook, it had more to do
with how you carried yourself and connected with nature and your heritage.
However, she conceded, puberty did provide a burst that almost seemed like
supernatural gifts at times, but this intensity would fade.

Ian blushed as his mom recognized verbally that he was entering puberty. It
got even worse when she nodded toward his crotch. "Just you be careful, Ian
Joseph Lanham Cormack, the bigger your little prick - the more trouble its
going to get you into."

"Mom!!"

""I know some of the things that get up to going on in this community."

Eager to change the subject, Ian tried to switch the topic back to their
Irish gifts. He wanted to know about his brothers and sisters, what kind of
things they could do.

"I'll not tell you. That'll be none of your business, that's for certain."
With that she got up and started back into the kitchen.

"Well I know Conner's got the gift of persuasion, for sure," he said
trailing after her. "He can talk anybody into anything!" Ian was
specifically thinking how Conner could talk Joey Vargas and Ezekiel Prosper
into riding his 14 year old dick. He could probably get into anybody's ass
or pussy. And all the guys in Sweetwater thought he was cool when they
started school there last year.

His mom laughed, however. "Connor has no Danaan gifts, your older sister
Faye either, unless it simply be that of being fair to look upon, but I
think that's just being Irish."

"Huh?"

"It means, that though I think all my children are good looking, none of
you hold a candle to Conner and Faye. Sorry to crush your ego, but that's
just the way it is."

Ian thought about it for a second. Though his sister Maureen was thought of
as beautiful, the slightly younger Faye could twirl every guy around her
fingers. They both went to East State University, and Faye just ran through
the boys, practically none of them ever got very far with her, but they all
fell in love with her.

"So, how come Faye doesn't steal Maureen's boyfriends? "

"Because your sisters are not malicious people. Besides, Faye learned early
in life that Maureen was not to be messed with."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Never you mind."

"Well, so how come Connor never steals James girlfriends. James never talks
about them, but I know he has some." James was the quiet 16yo brother to
Ian and Connor, and the one generally entrusted to watch after his brothers
and sisters after Gerald and Maureen left home.

"You just start minding your own business;" his mom again said. "Beside,
underestimating you brother James can be the last mistake someone would
never know they made."

"What does that mean?" Ian wanted to know. He had always been afraid of
actually making James mad, even though he had never seen James mad; but
this ominous warning from his mom gave him chills.

"I told you to mind your own business, didn't I?"

"I don't understand why I can't know more about the other's gifts. You said
we all had different gifts."

"I said no such thing. Now, go wash up and I'll make you some lunch."

"Mom, why won't you tell me?"

"Because it's not your place to know the gifts of others. Knowing can take
away power, even though sharing, in the right moments, can enrich. Ian, you
should guard your gift and not flash it about. Someone might steal it from
you, or use it against you."

"Can that be done?"

"Yes,"  She hesitated.   "Especially with Leprechaun magic."

"Huh?" Ok, now this just sounded batty. He was prepared to accept that he
and his siblings had certain gifts, as he had definitely exercised his. But
- Leprechauns?!!

"Leprechauns mom? You sure you feel OK to make me lunch?"

Elizabeth Cormack grabbed a spatula from seemingly out of nowhere ('how the
hell does she do that?' Ian wondered) and shook it at her son, instantly
putting a proper amount of fear and respect in him. "Don't you mock me, Ian
Joseph Lanham Cormack, so help me . . . "

"Mom," he said quickly, totally disarming her, "How come one of my names is
Lanham? I'm only related to them through Aunt Katie."

"Well," she said, smoothing out her hair and putting down the spatula.
"Your father and Seamus, your Uncle Seamus, were two of the three
musketeers of Indian Spring when they were little. He wanted to name you
Seamus, but I wouldn't have it. So we decided on Lanham, since it was the
name my sister took on when she married that Irish reprobate."

Ian giggled at her mom's pretended disdain for Uncle Seamus.

"A word of warning, Ian. Be careful of the Lanham boys, your cousins.
There's devilish makings in them. Your father doesn't believe it, calls it
all superstition; I don't see how as he grew up with Seamus. It's bad
enough that you are related to the Lanham's, but you have their name as
well. The ability to put your name on somebody is sometimes the ability to
control."

"Mom. I'm cool. I'm not afraid of Geoff and Jake, especially Jake," he
smiled, remembering the subjugation of Jake on his last visit. There was
nothing to be afraid of from him - how quickly did Ian forget his resolve
to become a better person. To Ian's credit, though, it was a momentary
failing.

"Ian, dearest, I don't know exactly what went on between you and your
cousins in your last visit here, but I had the feeling they were none too
happy with you when they left. Be very careful when they come to visit next
week. There's secrets in the Lanham side. They can do . . . . things."

Ian looked a little worried.  "Like what?"

Elizabeth snapped out of her reverie. She smiled at herself. She really was
becoming barmy, just like Michael said she would if she went to believing
too many things in Irish folke custom and magick.

"Forget it, Ian. Superstition, right?" But her face didn't look as though
she believed that. "Just mind your gold."

She turned around and went about cleaning up the kitchen, completely
forgetting she hadn't actually fixed Ian anything to eat.

"Huh?  Mind my gold?  What does that mean?"

"Oh," she started as she swept up the floor, as if it was just a passing
comment, "they say a Leprechaun, or someone who uses Leprechaun magick, can
gain control of a person if they gain control of that person's gold. And if
you give your gold freely to a Leprechaun, then you give him your powers,
and some say enslave yourself until he gives it back, which is exactly what
a Leprechaun would never do. Once they get gold, they're pretty good at
keeping hold of it."

"Well, OK. . . . .Um, thanks, mom."

It started out as informative, but he left his mom not so sure. He did at
least remember that he was supposed to be making some kind of life
conversion.

"OK,"  he said to himself.  "So, watch out for Leprechaun's."

He was having trouble thinking of anything he own that actually had gold.
Maybe it was figurative? That was a concept beyond his
not-quite-11-year-old brain.



Ian went back to his room and started jerking off, trying to relieve some
of the bent up frustration he had felt. He stroked his growing dick and
felt the pleasure rising as he thought about Breanna. His mind wandered
some, as it does in self-pleasure and he began thinking about various boys
he had bent over and fucked against their better wishes, of the feeling of
breaking in a nice tight virgin boyhole, of feeling their wet mouths going
down on his young dick.

He quickly abandoned his earlier conviction of being a better person and
went straight for the animal instinct of domination, of alpha male power
and subjugation, of the ultimate sexual thrill in impregnating a straight
boy with your watery cum, laying claim to their innocence, their nature,
their bodies. As he neared climax he thought about the latest ultimate
experience of priming smug and popular all-boy Ezekiel's nice and fabulous
ass, just getting it ready for Connor to slowly enter, pump and fill with
real boy cum.

He was even closer to an amazing mind-blowing orgasm as his mind continued
to wander, still thinking about yesterday afternoon and how it started. He
remembered wanting to make use of the upper rooms above the unattached
garage, but Duncan was already there. He could remember his older brother's
early adolescent dick, strong and hard, making its way in and out of . . .
.

Wait, who was he fucking? Ian was having difficulty remembering. Oh he was
so close, if he could just get that picture of Duncan's hard dick entering
that bottom, the nest of auburn curls, just resting against that . . .

Damn! Ian thought and sat up. He quit playing with his dick, wondering why
the sudden memory block. He not only couldn't remember who Duncan was
screwing, but he couldn't even picture the ass. All he could clearly see
was the hard root of his brother's entrancing dick. Ian shook his head
clear. He buried his head in his heads and after a short while looked up.

"Joey! Of course. How could I have forgotten? I've even fucked that ass,"
he suddenly remembered. But as he did so, he looked down to see he had gone
completely soft, all the pleasurable feelings were gone from his body. Not
only that, but he also realized that he didn't have the slightest interest
in doing anything with Joey. In fact, his memory on the things he had done
with Joey was a bit fuzzy.

"Huh? That's weird." He rubbed himself and could not get hard. He didn't
even really want to get hard. "Wait, what had I been thinking about?"

Oh yeah, he suddenly remembered. Ezekiel's mighty fine ass and the joy he
had in fucking the older boy, a boy already more developed and in puberty
bending to Ian's will. Ian smiled at the thought of it and his dick began
to rapidly rise.

'Now, who else was in there?' He thought. There was Connor of course, and
his dick continued rising. Oh yeah, and Nathan, and his dick began going
down. Ian immediately thought of Ezekiel's blushing face as he slowly undid
his pants and bent over for Connor and his dick began rising again. Then he
thought about Nathan, and he could feel the energy drain out of him as his
penis began losing interest.

'What the hell?' He thought more about Nathan and his penis got even
softer. He tried to imagine Nathan naked, and he couldn't. He didn't even
really have an interest in doing it, other than as kind of a science
experiment. He couldn't find anything sexually interesting about Nathan. He
couldn't picture Nate's ass, clothed or unclothed. By this point his penis
was totally shriveled.

'So what do Joey and Nathan have in common?' he thought to himself. Ian
then smiled big and exclaimed out loud: "Duncan!!"

"What?" Ian heard his brother say directly behind him. Ian jumped up and
whirled around to see Duncan coming out of the bathroom.

"What the hell are you doing in here naked?"

"Nothing," Ian said, trying to sound casual. "Just jerking off, if it's any
of your business."

"How?" Duncan asked as he looked his brother up and down. "With that little
thing?"

Ian looked down at himself and blushed heavily. Sure enough there was
hardly a button of a dick left. Ian quickly covered himself with one hand
and began trying to pull his clothes on with his other hand.

Duncan gave a short laugh at his brother's predicament and started looking
for a tape for his walkman.

"Hey, Duncan,"  Ian called to his brother as he pulled on his shirt.

"What?" Duncan stiil searching finally found his Prince tape that his
parents didn't know he had. (Actually it was TAFKAP still then).

"I discovered a secret."

"Find out you're a dork, huh?" Duncan was just slipping the headphones over
his ears to drown out his brother, but he paused when he heard Ian exclaim:



"I know what your gift is."




Well. There is another chapter in the story, much sooner than I had earlier
expected it to be. Again, as always I would like to hear from you,
including first time readers and those who have never written before. Don't
forget about me just because you got off :)

Let me know if you are Irish or Irish-American, or Irish and stranded in
Britain somewheres. Let me know what you think.

Cheers then