Date: Sun, 01 Jun 2008 06:31:07 +0100
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Chapter 15


Kids of Indian Spring
by Jonas Henley

Chapter 15
The Community Integrity Association Meeting at the Turner's


Thursday, 15 June 1995
5:30 pm


Kelley only got a quick chance to talk with his little brother alone before
the CIA meeting that night. Just before they were heading out to the
Turner's house, he pulled Ethan aside and checked to make sure his dad
wasn't around.

"Hey, Ethan, look. I still want to talk with you about things you're doing
in public, like with Jeremy. I don't know why he's letting you, but you got
to be more careful."

Ethan opened up his mouth to say something, but Kelley held up his hand to
silence him. "No. Not right now, but maybe later tonight. Just cool it with
Jeremy tonight. At least, stay completely outside the clothes, please.
Also, I just wanted to let you know you were right this afternoon. It was
rude. Maybe Malcolm is lonely. He brings a lot of it on himself, though.
But next time I see him, I'll be nice and try to make friends, or
something."

"Cool. Really?"

"Yeah, but I don't think it will do any good. You don't know it, but I've
tried before."

"I know you have."

"Oh yeah?" Kelley smiled,  "And how do you know that?"

"I know you must have, cause you're cool!"

Kelley smiled at Ethan's enthusiasm at having a cool older brother.

"Thanks, Ethan. Sorry for yelling earlier today."

They heard their dad from inside the house, "Boys!! Where are you? Are you
ready yet?"

"We're out here, dad! Ashton's upstairs getting his shoes on in the
kitchen."

Their dad walked out on to the porch with their mom, looking beautiful as
always. "Oh good. You boys are ready. Well, let's load up. Or, we could
walk; it's a nice night."

"Oh, let's do walk, Hal," Kelley's mother said; and the two of them walked
out into the last light of the day. Ashton burst out the front door
following them. Before leaving with them to the Turner's house, Kelley
turned one more time to Ethan and said:

"OK, next time I see Malcolm, I'll make a special effort to be nice . . ."

"To include him in something."

"OK, I'll try to include him in something. And you cool it with Jeremy
until we can talk tonight."

"Deal"

Kelley smiled at his brother racing down the drive now to catch up with his
parents and Ashton. Personally, he thought Malcolm was a wash, but he was
proud of Ethan for trying to become an understanding person. Kelley may
have only been 12, but he knew the kind of kid his parents had reared him
to be and expected him to become. Ethan sure was growing up. Hopefully
other kids his little brother met would be just as nice as him.


Kelley made his way, as well, to the Turners' and spent most of his time
chatting with his little brother Ashton, or rather mostly listening to
Ashton who had hung back a bit so he could fill his older brother in on
everything he and Stevie Vargas and Johnny Seidel had gotten up to with the
De la Cruz kids out at the old Hudson fort. It was an exciting time for 8
and 9 year olds. While he listened with a smile and every now and then
producing some sound of surprise or amazement for his adoring youngest
brother, Kelley kept wishing that this was all Ethan was still interested
in doing. But he knew those times were over.

The meeting at the Turner's went as most neighborhood gatherings go - lots
of potluck foods, heavy on the desserts, with kids running around playing,
adolescents getting bored quickly and looking for a way out of the
conversations, the dull adult concerns, or out of the house in general.

Ethan was out of sight most of the time, or at least was extra careful to
be doing nothing wrong when either Kelley or another person were around. He
kept a better lookout and was watching for Kelley each time he reached over
to Jeremy Cantrell's crotch and squeezed on his sought-after prize.

The first time that night that Ethan slowly reached over and gave a
tentative squeeze, he smiled broadly. Jeremy was wearing thin shorts and
loose boxers. Even better, the boy was thickened-up, not quite hard, but
already showing some definite anticipation. Ethan looked very briefly at
Jeremy's face; he was sure he saw the slightest of smiles and the slightest
of quivers as the older boy continued eating his pudding and continued his
pretence of not knowing what Ethan was doing,

Ethan checked again to make sure the other boys playing the Nintendo took
no notice of him and Jeremy on the couch. He got an even better feel of the
growing boy's hardening dick. Jeremy was close to 12 years old with a randy
dick that was even closer, and as Ethan's warm hand encased his crotch yet
again and began playing with his virgin member through the cloth of his
shorts, he sighed, ever so slightly, and relaxed a bit, ever so slightly,
in the couch.

Ethan was in heaven as he continued his almost unobstructed opportunity to
grope at a singular and splendid specimen of buried treasure coming to
light. Every so often as another boy in the room cleared his throat or
moved in his sitting/laying position, Ethan would have to pull back for a
minute or a few. However he always found an open access and a ready dick to
meet his hand when he went back in.

At one point, Jason Lucci came in and sat on the couch with the two boys.
Ethan pulled his hand back completely, and Jeremy leaned forward, arms on
his knees, as if he were taking in the whole of the video games before him.
He was however just covering up evidence of a major erection and a growing
wet spot right there in the living room. This went on for almost ten
minutes as Jason and Jeremy had a discussion about last night's Yankee's
baseball game, completely talking around Ethan as if he wasn't there. Ethan
even started to get up, really just thinking about getting some pudding if
Jeremy's crotch wasn't going to be available; but Jeremy pushed him back
into the couch with his arm and kept right on leaning over in front of him
debating with Jason whether the runner really was out at second base in the
5th inning since they never showed the replay footage.

Meanwhile Kelley, having checked on his brother once more and having seen
him seemingly in the midst of a discussion of baseball and keeping his
hands to himself, went back into the kitchen for one of Mrs. Harris' famous
peanut butter cookies. In fact, as he took a bite he could hear her voice
in the formal sitting room where the adults had gathered:

"Really, Hal, Jedediah and Amos Mackey are some of the more reasonable
ones, not nearly as backwoods, even as their brother Paul. Surely they
wouldn't come out against you on this?"


'That's just the thing, Lorilee, I didn't think they would either. I even
sent Gerald out to assess their truer intent. For now, though, they are
riding the fence."

"I don't think they have any hidden tricks or double-cross up their
sleeves," Gerald Cormack added. "I believe they are genuine for their
concerns in both their families and the community as a whole. I think they
want to know just how dedicated we really are to Indian Spring."

"Well, who on earth could be more dedicated than Hal and Sylvie, right
George?" Lorilee Harris poked her husband George in the ribs, trying to get
a statement of support out of the mild mannered and quiet man.

"Ow! Yes, dear, of course, I agree. You two have done a lot for this
community. I'm sure they know that."

Sylvie smiled at the forced participation. If George had his way he would
be sequestered in his den with another history book. "Well, thank you,
George, and Lorilee as well, for the compliment," Kelley's mother replied,
"but the truth is that we just don't know what Jedediah and Amos are
waiting for. We do know that if they went against us, it could make much of
our effort in vain."

"That's true; with those two against us, we would likely lose the fight."
Hal agreed with his wife.

At that point, as Kelley was trying to listen in, George and Lorilee's son,
Casey, popped up beside him.

"Hey Tucker!! I was looking for you earlier. I didn't know if you were
gonna be here."

Kelley still didn't feel real comfortable around Casey, given the
inexplicable fact he gave this boy his anal virginity; but Kelley was
always polite, especially since he knew that Casey was usually shrugged off
by everyone else. So he replied, though blandly, "Yeah, I came."

"I didn't." Casey said as he leaned in with a conspiratorial-like smile.
Kelley looked at the boy in something of a shock as Casey continued to
whisper, "I played with myself some, well, a lot, since we, you know . . .
."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Kelley said, perhaps a bit too loud, but with a
nervous glance toward the formal sitting room.

"Well, anyway, I played with myself some, but I didn't come, I wanted to .
. . "

"Casey,"  Kelley hissed.  "Not here."

Casey's eyes lit up. He had completely misunderstood. "Oh cool!! I mean I
had hoped, but I didn't think . . . Awesome. Let's go up to Eric's room.
He's outside hitting-up my sister. He won't know."

Casey shot out like a cannon.

"No, Casey, wait!" But it was too late; the boy was already rocketing up
the stairs in anticipation. Kelley was left downstairs wondering once again
how his life started spinning out of control. He was going to have to go
set things straight with that boy.

"Is my son bothering you, Kelley?"

Kelley almost jumped at the sound and turned around to see Mrs. Harris
helping herself to some more gelatin salad.

"Um, no ma'am. Casey doesn't bother me; he's a good guy."

"Well, it's certainly nice of you to say that, Kelley. You really are a
good kid, and pretty patient too. I know Casey can be trying, and he
doesn't seem to have much success in making friends. It's the biggest
reason we decided to send him up to St. Oliver's in Bingham for the next
school year."

"Oh! That's why. I mean, I was wondering why, you know, you were sending
him there."

"Well, that's why. We feel it would be good for his maturity, and good as
well to learn to deal effectively with other kids and find friendships.
After all, he will be around more of them for longer periods of the day. It
will be good for him. And, since St. Oliver's is on a yearly schedule, his
school actually starts in one and a half weeks. It's a short summer break
for him, but he'll have more short breaks throughout the year."

"Wow."  Kelley quietly replied. He hadn't realized.

"Well, you don't need to let him keep bothering you, Kelley," she started
again.

"No, Mrs. Harris, it's OK. Casey doesn't bother me. I like him." It was a
bit of a stretch, but Kelley felt sorry for him. After all, unlike Malcolm,
Casey was actually nice, and really did try to get on with the chaps.
Kelley was just going to have to set the over-eager boy straight about one
very important detail. His ass was closed for business. It was never meant
to have been opened anyway.








Meanwhile back on the couch it seemed as if Jason and Jeremy were never
going to shut up about the stupid game. Ethan was seeing the great evening
he had hoped for start to evaporate. Oh well, he thought to himself, it did
start super cool, at least. Even better than he had thought it would.
Still, it was a bummer that it was over.

Just as Ethan was going to try and get up again, Jason announced he was
going for more cola and got up from the couch to head into the kitchen.

'Yes!!' Ethan thought to himself, and he reached over again for Jeremy's
fascinating older groin.

He didn't get far as Jeremy pushed away his hand without so much as looking
at him. Ethan knew the fun was over then. If he didn't know it when he was
pushed away, he certainly would figure it out as Jeremy got up from the
couch without acknowledging his existence.

Ethan resigned himself tonight to just watching the video game competition,
despite any real interest there. He looked up in surprise, though, when
Jeremy leaned back down and tapped him on the knee. Jeremy indicated the
back door of the house with a nod of his head and gave a very quiet, low
and hoarse command, "Come on."

Ethan got up eagerly and followed the older boy out of the house, off the
back porch and around to the side. Thanks to the summer sun, it was still
light out, even at this late hour, but no one could see them as they stayed
up against an area of the house with no windows and were hidden from the
road by a large Gardenia.

The two boys stood there briefly, scarcely a foot apart, really looking
each other in the eye for the first time, with Ethan having to cock his
neck back just slightly to see in Jeremy's eyes at this close range. Also
for the first time, he could see a smile forming on Jeremy's face.

"Let me see one of your hands."  Jeremy told the awestruck boy.

Ethan offered up his right hand, and Jeremy took it in both of his and
examined it briefly.

"You've got some great hands, Ethan."

Ethan could barely grunt a reply and was even more dumfounded as Jeremy
looked him right in the eye again and took the offered hand and placed it
deliberately over his crotch once more, but this time enclosed one of his
own hands over Ethan's.

Ethan couldn't believe his absolute fortune. He had to be dreaming. No
really, this had to be some kind of dream. But he wasn't waking from it,
and that was all OK with him. He loved the feel and detailed outline of
hard dick barely separated from his own hand by just two thin layers of
cotton.

"Oh fuck yeah, you're good." Jeremy moaned out, his lips barely an inch
from Ethan's now closed eyes, owing to the fact that Jeremy had leaned in
more, now supporting himself with one arm against the house behind Ethan.

Ethan felt the hot breath first across the bridge of his nose and then he
felt Jeremy's other hand leave the double handed crotch-feel in progress,
travel over Ethan's tight buttocks, up his back and propelling him even
closer to Jeremy. He then felt Jeremy's hot breath move down over his nose
and hover just above his lips. He opened his mouth in a dazed way to ask
what Jeremy was doing, and at that very moment, Jeremy's lips pressed
against his own and he felt the warm tongue enter his mouth and wrestle
with his own tongue. He felt the suction on his tongue and melted into
Jeremy's arm, giving himself up completely for the ecstasy of his first
kiss.

The boys continued, quiet and undisturbed for a couple of minutes before
coming up for air, panting, horny, and happy.

"Sweet, I was wondering what you tasted like," Jeremy said in a
pre-adolescent voice that carried the hint of pubertal sultriness. "And
I've always wondered what it felt like to do that with anybody."

Ethan smiled and looked up giving a renewed rub to his favorite area on
Jeremy's body. He had never dreamed of something that cool. He had briefly
wondered himself what it would be like with another boy, but since he never
saw two guys kissing in the movies, he had always just thought it was
something that didn't happen - and therefore would never happen to him, as
he was coming to understand.

But it had, and all Ethan could say was, softly:  "Cool."

Jeremy smiled back at the boy; and, despite how close he was to exploding
in his shorts from the wonderful massage he was getting, he closed his eyes
and went back in for another round of oral assessment. This was not only
sexy, but fun as well, he was realizing.






While his little brother was brought further along into a maturing sexual
rush and lifelong interest, Kelley was climbing the stairs up to Eric
Turner's room, hoping that the 15 year old boy really was busy outside with
Casey's sister. He was also rehearsing in his mind on how to break the news
to Casey, without him taking it personal. Casey seemed to think the sun
rose and set on Kelley and some kind of entry into a world of normal
friendships had opened up for him, just because Kelley let him have a go at
his backside. Kelley shivered off that last thought; he didn't like being
anyone's personal hero. He pushed the door open to Eric's room, and closed
it behind him.

Before he could say anything, Casey gushed out: "Tucker, you're like the
coolest ever. Thanks! I was really hoping . . . . I mean, sorry about
saying all that stuff about not jerking off. I just thought that if I
didn't . . . . . well. I mean, I can come a lot - you saw that when we
played that game with the sandwich, and I thought, maybe, it'd be cool if I
could save a bunch up and really shoot a whole big load up your butt, and
maybe you could tell me if you could feel all of it, and if it really did
feel like a lot, just thinking about it would be so cool . . . . ."

"Whoa, Casey, stop." Kelley couldn't believe what he was hearing. What
planet was this kid from? He was talking like they had done something as
normal as just go to the movies.

Casey realized he once again had been jabbering. His dad told him he needed
to stop doing that. And he probably shouldn't have said all the things he
had. He started to backtrack, starting with the one he was most worried
about, not the one Kelley would have thought of, though.

"Sorry, is it OK that I called you Tucker?"

Kelley looked at him dumbfounded. Was he serious? That was his biggest
concern? He couldn't help but laugh. "No, Casey, it's cool. That's what my
friends call me."

"So I can call you that?"

"Yeah, Casey, we're friends."

"Good. I wanted to be, more than anything."  The boy answered softly.

"Cool. So call me Tucker. Or Tuck. Or you can call me Kelley, if you really
want. It doesn't matter to me. You're cool."

"I can call you, Tuck?" The boy asked amazed, more to himself than to
Kelley. 'Tuck' sounded even more personal, like something only close
friends would call him. And he would have been right on that.

Kelley smiled. This kid was weird, that was for sure. And he had let the
kid go up his butt and start all this crap? What the hell? But even though
Kelley didn't want to be anyone's hero, he had a heart of gold that he
preferred to keep hidden, but everyone knew Kelley would go to the toe for
the underdog. So now he had a puppy underdog that would be lapping at his
heels. At least Casey would be going away in a week and a half.

"So yeah," Kelley started back up. "You can call me Tuck, and we can put
all this other stuff behind us, I mean, you know, maybe forget about it."

At this point Casey blushed severely. It was as if for the first time he
fully considered what he had been jabbering on about. And indeed, in truth,
it was the first time he fully considered it, at least in the same reality
that most of us would have long before this point.

"Oh crap," he muttered, more to himself, "I cant believe I even thought you
would . . . . fuck, stupid, stupid, stupid."

"Casey, you aren't stupid," though Kelley wasn't entirely sure he believed
that, even as he said it to relieve the poor, now distraught, boy.

"Yes, I am! Gosh, I'm so stupid, no wonder nobody wants to be around me, I
cant believe I . . . I'm sorry, Kelley, I better go . . . ."

Kelley put his arm out and blocked the reddened, shamefaced boy from
leaving.

"Look," Kelley started in reply. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He
looked back at the closed door behind him and thought for a moment. After a
few moments hesitation, in which he considered the facts that 1) this
strange boy needed some confidence and at least one friend, 2) he would
only be here for little more than one week before leaving Indian Spring, 3)
Kelley was still considering the Mexican boys' job offer and knew what it
involved to get it, and 4) it wasn't like he had never been fucked, Kelley
suppressed a cold shiver and turned back to face Casey.

"I told you, call me Tuck. We're friends, it doesn't matter that you've
been up my butt. Honestly, I couldn't tell you why I ever let you the first
time, but, you know, here we are. You've been saving up a whole lot of cum,
and it would be a shame to waste a perfectly good hard on." Kelley made his
best attempt to smile on this last part. One day he would like to quit
being so nice to people.

"Are you . . . . are you serious?"

As a way of answer, Kelley leaned over and locked Eric's bedroom door.
"Yeah, I am. But we gotta be quick. So where do you want me?"

Casey was still in shock, blown away. He knew Kelley was nice and way cool,
but this was way way cool. He shook his head and gathered a few senses.
"Um, over there, bend over his dresser. The lights better over there and I
wanna, uh, see your, uh, butt . . . better. You know, when I put it in."

"OK, cool." Kelley was trying his best to sound nonchalant. He was hoping
he wouldn't go weak-kneed and back out.

"And don't worry, it wont take real long, I haven't shot anything since the
last time I fu- . . . . uh, was inside you. So I'll probably go as soon as
I get in."

"Great." Geez, Kelley thought, how do I keep sounding like this isn't
bothering me? Am I as crazy or weird as he is??

"Uhh, it is OK if I shoot everything up, um, you know, uh, in your butt -
like all of it."

"Casey, I told you, it's OK. One last time, right? Just fill it up. Don't
worry; I know you want me to tell you if I feel it. I will. Have you, um,
got anything, to, uh, you know, make it go in easier."

"Yeah, I brought this!" Casey reached into his front pants pocket and
brought out a tube of Vaseline lip balm, brand new. "I figured if I used
the whole thing it would work, right?"

"I guess," Kelley shrugged his shoulders and tried to reply with a small
laugh, "I don't really do this a whole lot."

Casey looked at the small tube of Vaseline in his hand, unsure if he should
take the first step. Kelley made the decision for both of them and began
unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He was about to push them down when he
saw Casey still standing there indecisive. A brief thought passed Kelley's
mind, 'This is my way out. He isn't sure, and I sure would rather not do
this.' But a deeper part of his mind was committed, and he would rather
just get it over with, boost Casey's confidence, and finally be done with
it all.

"Here," Kelley said kindly and reached over to unbuckle Casey's belt, and
then undo the button and zipper. "It helps if you start with these."

As he pulled the zipper down, his hand brushed over the very protuberant
erection trying to rip through Casey's red brief underpants.

Casey gave an involuntary shudder as he felt Kelley's hand brush down
across his underwear clad hardness. "Oh, man, that feels good."

Kelley couldn't help but smile. "What this?" And he reached for the red
cotton bulge that was obscenely showing through the open zipper and gave a
quick and more proper rub.

"Oh fuck!" Casey sighed out and almost pulled away as the incredible surge
of pleasure was pushing him toward a cum.

Kelley just smiled again. He couldn't help but, in some perverted way,
enjoy part of this. "Well, if you liked that, you're gonna love it when we
get to this part!"

As he was saying this, Kelley had hooked his fingers in both his pants and
briefs and began tugging them down, even as he turned to face the dresser
and start to bend over.

"Wait!" Casey called out, a bit too loud. Kelley paused mid-lowering of his
underwear, at a point where the first real billows of buttocks were showing
and about two inches of super-inviting crack was beckoning Casey's leering
eyes. Caseey was salivating at the sight and just muttered out another, "Oh
fuck."

The poor boy was sure he was going to explode before he got a chance to
slip in the second and last time into the most perfect ass that had ever
been born.

"What is it?" Kelley asked, and as he turned he did not pull up his pants
or his boxers, but kept his hands hooked in them from the front. The
greater tug in the front revealed his pubic region lower down, and revealed
it enough to show the nice incipient patch of soft honey brown hairs just
above his root. The beginning root could not be seen, but the uplift of
cotton material just below his boxer's waistband left no doubt that Kelley
had his own hard-on going.

"Um, I was, uh just wondering, if, uh, you wanted to watch me get it ready.
You know, see what's going inside you?" Casey became red-faced again as he
said this.

'Not really,' was what Kelley thought, but he smiled best he could and
said, "Sure, that'd be cool."

Kelley looked down as Casey hesitated for a moment. Then the boy made his
decision and pulled his pants and red underwear down, letting them fall in
a puddle at his feet.

Kelley looked at the 4 1/2 inch very hard erection, longer and wider than
his own - he had forgotten that part - shooting out from under his polo
shirt and topped by a larger patch of darker and more matted pubic hair.
Casey's balls were low hanging but in the process of pulling them selves
up, gearing up for ramming speeds as the ramming rod itself was about to be
anointed.

Casey opened the tube of Vaseline and squirted a healthy dose all along the
top
ridge of his dick, starting with a glob at the head and continuing with a
straight line all the way down to the root. He had thought about asking
Kelley to put it on, but he knew he would never last through that. So with
his right hand, he gently eased the line of Vaseline around his width until
the whole of his boyroot was slicked up and ready for action.

Casey then looked up at Kelley, who himself was starting to look a bit
daunted, but still there his pants now having fallen to around his ankles,
his boxers pulled part way down so that a few small tufts of pubic hair
peeped over the waistband and his dick now almost obscenely lifting up the
front, threatening to push right through the fly.

"Um, Kelley, could you, uh, maybe take off your shirt?"

"Call me Tucker, I told you, or Tuck, and yeah, sure, why not."

Kelley gathered up the hem of his own polo shirt and pulled it up over his
head, revealing first the natural faint six pack abdominals of an active
pre-teen beginning to rapidly shed his baby fat, then his small but erect,
dark brown nipples, and finally the few straggling hairs in his armpits,
before pulling the shirt completely free and tossing it on the bed behind
Casey.

Kelley let Casey stare in admiration for a few seconds before asking with a
smile that, surprisingly, came naturally, "Ready?"

"Yeah," Casey said nervously. You would have thought he was a virgin. Well,
he pretty much was. This time was the first time he actually gave thought
to what he was about to do.

The exact same thing could have been said about Kelley, who took a deep
breath and said, "All right, then."

With that Kelley put his fingers back in his waistband, this time in back,
and pulled down ward as he turned and bent over the dresser. Casey caught
his breath as he observed the fluid motion and watched as two perfect orbs
of smooth unblemished flesh rounded there way into view. He ran his eyes
down the shadowed crack that was not yet parted, but that he knew contained
the jeweled entrance to the most intense pleasure he would know as a child.
And all packaged in with an amazing boy like Kelley.

Casey looked up and noticed the dresser mirror for the first time. He could
see Kelley's face; it was turned away partly, as though Kelley himself had
not yet noticed, but gave the impression of someone bracing himself. And
there, in the mirror, below the neckline of soft, slightly curly brown
hair, stretched out the tan smooth back of a boy used to playing or
swimming shirtless in the summer. Casey's eyes followed the expanse of back
downward until it crossed the faint tan line, moving into the creamy
whiteness of the boy's perfect and upturned bottom.

Casey switched his eyes from the mirror to the real boy's body before him
and gazed in wonder. He put his hand midway down on Kelley's back and ran
his hand across the smooth muscles all the way down to where it rounded
over the delicious white rumps.

The feeling of the caress caused Kelley's dick to flex upward into a harder
erection, grazing the underside of the dresser. The contact of his leaking
glans with the cool wood gave him a pleasurable start that reverberated
backward and caused his legs to part more and his bottom cheeks to flex
just as Casey's hand rounded the curve.

This signaled to Casey that Kelley was now more than ready to begin. Kelley
glanced up in the mirror just as Casey bent down and grasped a soft, but
firm, white butt cheek in each hand. He watched as the boy bent down to eye
level and could see the ruffled hair reflected in the mirror floating
behind the luxurious downward curves of his own rump.

Casey ran his hands over the soft mounds, took in the delicious ass before
him and slowly spread open the boy's cheeks. Wow!! He had never had the
opportunity to get a good look before. He was even harder now. So that was
what his dickhead had pressed against the last time, had spread open and
entered the virgin interior, had traveled upward and with his whole shaft
had proceeded to fuck until he had come deep inside the boy's offered ass.

Casey closed his eyes briefly. He was going to have to get in there soon
before he spewed all over the backside of his offering, without getting to
test out the tight fit one more time. He was going to have so much cum to
feed Kelley's rectum - he could feel it churning now, wanting to drain his
balls and flow into the enclosed warmth. So, Casey knew he had to get a
move on.

Kelley was busy thinking in his mind that he made a big and stupid mistake.
Sure Casey needed a friend and some self-confidence, but did he really need
this? But Kelley jumped and knew it was too late to back out as he felt the
nozzle of the tube of Vaseline pressed against and just into his anus and a
whole bunch of petroleum jelly was squirted right into the entrance of his
hole. He was filled up with it right at the end and then felt Casey spread
the remainder of the tube around the outside of his anus - a good inch or
so of the surrounding skin was covered.

The boy meant business; as Kelley watched Casey stand up in the mirror he
felt his left buttcheek grasped and pulled out and watched as Casey stared
down at his dick lining it up. Kelley felt the head rest against his young
hole and before he could suck a breath in the head pushed against the
pliant muscle and opened him up. Kelley's eyes went wide in the mirror as
he realized once again, and this time watching, another boy's hard dick was
opening up his mort private area - and his asshole betrayed him by easily
opening and seemingly welcoming in the long intruder now beginning a slow
and unstopping march up his rectum.

At that point, Kelley caught Casey's eyes when he looked up and grabbed
hold of both of poor Kelley's cheeks. Casey gave him a huge smile as he
pulled Kelley back on his steel hard dick. Only at the very end did Casey
close his eye's and mutter a soft "Fuckkk!", right before he pulled Kelley
hard against him and bottomed out, 4 1/2 inches deep into the boy's rectum.

He didn't waste any time either, for as soon as buried himself as deep as
he could, compressing the fleshy buttocks as flat as they would go, he
opened his eyes in time to see Kelley's back arch in response, and he let
the natural spring of the buttocks and the reactive pull of the boy in his
clutches to allow his dick to come out nearly two inches, but he slid it
right back in.

This time it was Kelley's turn:  "Oh fuck!!"

"Are you OK, Kelley?"

In the time it took for this exchange, Casey had slid out 2 inches again
and then right back in.

"Uuhhnngghh, oh god, ahh yeah I'm OK, and - fffuck - I told you toaooohh,
fuck! Call me . . unnmmghh . . . Tucker."

During his reply, Casey had sped up a bit, now only moving about an inch
and a half at a time in and out of the prime 12 year old butt, watching the
quivering subtleties of Kelley's bottom. He only half-heard Kelley anyway
as he couldn't tear his eyes away now from the image of his growing boy
dick parting the enticing cleft. He was mesmerized as the thickness of his
penile shaft entered and stretched the other boy repeatedly, of how the
round cheeks came together right where he was pumping, and of his own hands
holding and controlling the tougher boy that was completely at his disposal
right now.

With the pent up semen, the delay in masturbation, and the incredible prize
of Kelley Tucker's squeezable, unblemished ass, with his real, very own and
most private anal muscle doing a deep massage on Casey's dick, the
thrusting boy wasn't far from the orgasm and the cum of his life.

"Oh gosh, Kelley, I mean Tucker, I don't know how much longer I can . . . .
oh man, you feel so good!! Oh shit, I . . . . I . . . . I'm gonna . . . ."

"Do it quiet!!" Kelley hissed out quickly between strokes, mustering all of
his strength to keep an even tone and be able to actually complete the
short sentence. He wasn't so sure about those Mexican boys now; he didn't
know if he could handle just the sheer physical stress and discomfort of
getting fucked. Although, it wasn't so bad with the deputy boys . . . . but
Kelly shook his head to clear that thought, after all he had been worked up
and horny and in need of relief himself. None of that was his fault.

In the split instant he was having these thoughts, he felt the punishing
thick, pumping shaft penetrate deep once more as his buttocks were again
crushed by the weight and force of Casey's pull and body slam, and he felt
the throbbing that very quickly filled his rectum with pulses of hot semen,
firing into him and against the inner walls of his dick reception area, as
it was very quickly becoming. At any rate he could very much fill the full
pulsation of cum deep within. To top that off, Casey even had time for four
more hard punctuated pumps as he emptied even more sperm deep within.

The boy finally let go of Kelley's hips and buttocks and collapsed forward
on his back, breathing heavily. He had at least kept his intense orgasm
quiet, so Kelley was thankful about that, though anyone within 15 feet of
that door would have known exactly what was happening. The puffing and
straining sounds of a boy desperately expending a long pent-up seed were
unmistakable, and the sheer joy in the sound of his relief would tell you
that he had found someone to give his relinquished sperm a good home,
permanently or for a little while.

Initially, though, Kelley was just glad it was over, although he quickly
despaired at remembering he had agreed to tell Casey exactly what it felt
like. That might be even more embarrassing than having done it to start
with.

The two boys looked at each other in the mirror, one bent over and
submissive, with a look that suggested a need for an end - and soon. And
the other boy pinning him down for the moment, resting on his back with his
dick still a thickened placeholder in his anus and his head resting near
the back of the other's.

Casey was all smile, a worn out, but very, very happy smile, as he looked
Kelley in the eyes through the mirror and said. "You're like the best
person I've ever known and could ever ever meet. You're the absolute
coolest."

"Yeah, that and you really like fucking my ass." Kelley shocked even
himself as he said this.

But Casey on the other hand just smiled and snuggled in even closer, giving
Kelley's ass a couple more pumps with his still embedded dick. He leaned
closer in to Kelley's ear and, looking straight into his eyes in the
mirror, whispered with warm breath, "I really, really, really like fucking
your ass!"

Kelley was unsure what to say in response to this or how to look away form
Casey. He was now very uncomfortable, but even so he couldn't help but
notice that Casey's dick was finding another in and out rhythm, just
pulling half an inch or so at the moment, but definitely fucking him again.
He was about to tell Casey to stop when the boy asked him,

"So, what did it feel like."

Oh crap! Why did he agree to answer him before they started. Now Kelley
felt obliged to allow Casey to continued his renewed fuck as he struggled
to get an answer. But he couldn't concentrate from the in and out motion
over his anal opening, stretched wide and now getting accustomed to the
width and breath of Casey's hard boy tool. He kept trying to think, but
couldn't as Casey, now no longer waiting for an answer, began to lift
himself back up and start pumping in earnest, bringing it out a full inch,
then two, then two and a half, preparing now for a real fucking, with his
expended swimming pool of semen eliminating any resistance in Kelley's ass.

Once again Caey looked down, fascinated by the sight of hardened dick
opening up and disappearing into such a perfect and comfortable ass.

Then they both heard,

"What's that noise? Do you hear it?"

It was coming from down the hall.

"Oh shit!!"  Kelley whispered frantically,  "Pull out, Casey, pull out!!"

But Casey was already doing just that and reaching for his pants and
underwear to pull them up. Kelley struggled up, a little sore from the
pounding, but moving as quick as he could to pull up his own pants and
underwear. The two boys ran for the connecting bathroom that Eric shared
with his little brother Corey.

"Your shirt, your shirt!"  Casey yelled in very muted frantic screams.

Kelley ran back in to get it, but at the last minute, and in his terror,
remembered that he had locked the door. While he ran to unlock the door,
Casey grabbed both Kelley's discarded polo shirt and the used up Vaseline
lip balm container. Both boys barely made it through the bathroom and out
the other side as they heard Eric's voice as he entered his room:

"What the hell?  Did you hear something?"

The boys ran into and through Corey's room and out the other side and down
the back stairs to the kitchen, with Kelley zipping up his pants and
pulling on his shirt in the process. Corey, who was 13, but had Down's and
functioned at the level of a 6 year old, was fortunately not in his room at
the time, for they NEVER would have gotten that boy to keep anything
secret.

Their hearts were pounding hard as they got down to the kitchen and out the
back door, miraculously without even being seen by anybody.

Kelley was terrified at what had almost happened, but Casey was laughing.

"Dude! We almost got so busted."

"Shhh, Keep it down, Casey. And it's not fucking funny."

Kelley seemed more than a bit perturbed, and that sobered Casey up. He
didn't want to make his only real friend - and the coolest boy on earth! -
mad at him.

"Sorry, Kel- . . er, Tu- . . er uhm . . ."

"Tucker."

"Yeah. Sorry, um, Tucker. It's not funny. Sorry."

Kelley sighed. "Look, Casey, don't be so nervous around me. We really can
be friends, OK?"

"OK. Thanks, Tucker. I'd like that. And thanks again, for, you know,
upstairs. That was really the coolest."

"Yeah, well don't mention it. You're welcome. Um, glad you . . . enjoyed
it."

Casey just nodded a restatement of his thanks, he wasn't so thick that he
didn't understand that when Kelley said don't mention it, he really meant
do not mention it.

"Hey, uh, Tucker?"

"Yeah?" Kelley braced himself. Didn't the kid understand what don't mention
it meant?

"Isn't that your brother?"

"What? - Holy Fu- . . . .Ethan!!?"

The sight that greeted Kelley was not meant for anybody to see, but the two
boys he was looking at had gotten so carried away that they forgot about
being caught. Jeremy Cantrell was sitting on top of the Turner's old deck
table, now resting in a small alcove of sheltering trees. In his lap and
facing him, locked in a kiss and squirming, his still clothed bottom hard
against the stiff flesh arising from Jeremy's lap, was Kelley's little
brother Ethan.

"What the hell are you doing?" Kelley demanded of his little brother as he
walked up to them, albeit with some pain on walking.

Ethan scrambled up out of Jeremy's lap, looking like he not only got caught
with a hand in the cookie jar, but had accidentally knocked it off the
shelf and broken it.

"Kelley, um, what are you . . ."

"Don't act like nothing was going on! What do you think you're doing?"

"Uh, hey Tuck, really, it, uh, wasn't what it looked like . . . " Jeremy
started to say, trying gingerly to stand up from off the table and not
bring attention to his raging hard-on, which was pretty much impossible,
especially as he had worn his loosest and thinnest boxers underneath the
equally thin windshorts.

"It looked like you were making out with my little brother."

Jeremy gave a nervous laugh. "Wha . . . wh- . . . we . . . we weren't
making out! What are you talking about?"

"You better leave Jeremy before I cut that pecker off that's holding up
your shorts."

Jeremy stood quiet, partly in a transient shock at being caught and trying
to find some words to salvage his situation. However, the poor boy wasn't
even yet admitting to himself what he was doing, so dumb and quiet was the
best he could maintain. And departure seemed a great idea at the moment.
"Uhm, I better go. My, uhm, my . . . you know . .. uh . . . . yeah."

With that Jeremy walked off, skirting the tree line farthest out of reach
from Kelley.

"What are you doing, Kelley? That wasn't fair!"

"Fair? What does that have to do with it? And when did you all of a sudden
become so obsessed with fair? Things aren't fair when you turn 12!!" Kelley
was practically shouting at the end.

But Ethan was just confused. "What? What are YOU talking about? I'm not
12."

"Oh, ah, I better go, too." Casey said, even as he was edging away. Kelley
barely gave him a nod and neither remaining boy remembered much that Casey
had even been there.

Kelley and Ethan just stood there in a face off, both boys at something of
a loss of what to say next. Both were confused, and neither really sure who
exactly Kelley was mad at, or about.

"Boys!"  They heard their mom call,  "are you ready to go?"

"Yes, mom, just one second!" Kelley called back to her, without taking his
eyes off Ethan. "We'll talk later."

Ethan so much wanted to tell his brother No, no they wouldn't talk later
and then tell him off good. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He had
looked up to Kelley for so long, and become so accustomed to following
directions from him, that even at the incipience of his adolescent
defiance, still a year or two early as everyone else in the family would
come to realize, that he choked back the words, took a deep breath and
simply said quietly, "OK. But I was just having some fun. If it feels good,
why's it so bad? Jeremy likes it too."

"Yeah, I bet Jeremy likes it."

"What's so wrong about it?" Ethan asked as they walked around the front of
the house to join up with their parents and Ashton.

"Well, nothing's wrong if you just want to play with yourself. It feel's
great, OK? I'll admit it feels great. But you shouldn't play with another
boy's. Just your own."

"How come?"

"Well," Kelley was reaching for an answer and having trouble coming up with
one that made sense even to himself. He didn't like Ethan doing it, that
was for sure, but that honestly wasn't a good enough reason why Ethan
shouldn't. He didn't feel right saying it was wrong, or even that it was
dirty. It wouldn't be nice to say it wasn't normal and make his brother
feel like he was lulu because he liked the sight and feel of dick.
Definitely didn't want Ethan feeling bad about himself.

Saying 'you just shouldn't' sounded empty and silly, even to Kelley ,whose
mind was becoming desperate for an answer. Fortunately, he was saved by a
sudden observation by Ethan as they hit the street and turned toward home.

"What's wrong Kelley? Why are you walking like that?"

"Hunh?"  That threw Kelley off for a second.  "What do you mean?"

"I mean walking all weird and stuff."

"I'm not walking weird."

"You're walking real slow and careful like you hurt your butt or
something."

Ethan looked back at his brother to see if there was something wrong.

"Don't look at me back there!" Kelley snapped. He was starting to really
feel the effects of the large load of cum. He really should have gone to
the bathroom at the Turner's. He was starting to feel cramps and an
incredible urge to go to the bathroom as the cum enema began working the
magic of its sheer volume. He was also becoming fearful of leakage.

"Sah-ree!" Ethan said in an exaggerated voice.

"No, I'm sorry, Ethan. I didn't mean to snap at you then or back at the
Turner's. I just fell and it's a little sore right on my buttbone. And I
gotta take a dump."

Kelley was such a bad liar, that he was a pretty easy read. Something about
what he said seemed an obvious lie, but the end seemed pretty truthful.
Ethan was a bit confused but couldn't figure what Kelley would lie about.
The story certainly made sense.

"It's OK." Ethan said. "Should we tell dad? Especially if you hurt yourself
bad?"

"No, Ethan, not dad. Besides, it's nothing. I'm just a little sore right
now, and mixed with the need to take a dump, I guess its worse and I'm
kinda out of sorts. But, I'm worried about you. That's all."

"So, it IS bad what I'm doing?"

"No, Ethan. It's not bad. Well, I mean, you're not bad. I mean . . . No, I
mean . . . . well . . . OK, you aren't bad, all right? You're really cool."

At that comment, Ethan blushed. Even if he was developing fast and maturing
even faster toward his early adolescence, a comment like that from Kelley
carried a LOT of weight. Especially when he said it like he really meant
it. But there was more from his older brother:

"So, it's not that you are DOING anything wrong either. And, you know,
Jeremy's not a bad kid, I don't think, but . . . ."

"But it's wrong to like boys?"

Ethan kinda mumbled this half answer, half question. He stared at the road
as he continued walking.

Kelley looked down at his dejected brother and felt bad. 'Great. What did I
do?' he thought to himself.

"Uhhhh, No, you know what, Ethan . . . . . No. Yes, no. Definitely No. OK?
You know what, Ethan? Nathan likes guys. Nathan only likes guys. And . . .
and that's cool with me, cause I don't care. He's my best friend. He wants
to have sex with guys, OK, so what? You know? So no, it's not wrong."

Ethan still wasn't totally sure about what all was involved when two boys
had sex, but still he had to ask, "Do you and Nathan have sex?"

"What??! No! Gross. Nathan's my best friend. Besides, I like girls. I mean,
I want to have sex with girls. You know, one day. Just don't tell dad."

"Dad doesn't want you having sex with girls?"

"I don't think so. Not yet, at least."

"Would he rather you had sex with boys?"

Kelley gave a nervous laugh at this. "Well, uh, no, I don't think he would
RATHER I had sex with boys. But I don't think he cares as much while we're
still kids, for some reason."

"So dad doesn't care if either one of us has sex with boys?"

"Yeah, well, I guess not. It seems that way." Kelley said flatly, briefly
going off in a thought.

"What does that mean?"  Ethan asked they continued their slow walk home.

"Well, how do I say this? I guess I should just tell you. I mean dad is
going to tell you anyway. He may even tell us more at the same time."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know that party we're going to at the Brewer's?"

"Yeah. A white party. I don't know what that is, but we get to stay
overnight. It's gonna be cool!"

"Well, you know what you have to wear?"

"Yeah. Cal told me. Underwear. White underwear, you know, normal underwear.
Not like the ones we wear. And everybody there has to wear them, even you!"
(Ethan had meant briefs were 'normal' underwear, though all the Tucker boys
normally wore boxers). "I'm glad you're going, Kelley! I'd like to see you
in the same underwear Cal wears. Cal looks cool in them. I like looking at
him."

Ethan was just chattering away now, happy and thinking about the party. He
didn't even pause on the fact that he would like to look at his own brother
in whitey-tighties - no indication that he had even considered there was
anything even remotely abnormal about this.

Kelley, though, just gave a shiver. Just something about that seemed wrong;
but the point of this conversation was to make Ethan feel OK with himself,
not add on another complex. So Kelley deftly brushed it aside with:

"Well, you'll get to see me in white briefs - and they're specifically
BVD's. You can look all you want, but that's not what bothers me. Did Cal
tell you what the white underwear meant?"

"No. He just said no one wants to be caught wearing blue underwear at the
party. They wouldn't have so much fun. But I don't know what that meant."

So Kelley took a deep breath and plunged in and proceeded to tell his
little brother all about it, at least all that he could from his own
beginners knowledge - while at the same time trying not to betray any
experience in the matter. No one was going t know about that.

Ethan, to say the least was floored. So that's what was involved in sex
between boys. Initially, the rough way Kelley described it, by
demonstrating with his finger and using the other hand as a whole. It
looked and sounded so violent the way he jabbed his finger in and out. Who
would want to do that? But Kelley had also taken a guess at what it may
feel like for the guy doing the jabbing, and that part didn't sound so bad.

As they walked in silence across the small beginnings of Indian Spring
Creek, now with their home in sight, Ethan began to smile and get a small
tingle in his dick at the thought of fucking.

"And we both get to do that?"

"Yeah, I guess. Dad knows it goes on and he's sending us. Didn't say we
couldn't."

"Can I watch you do it to somebody?"

"Uh, I don't know about that?"

"Please, please, Kelley, just once?"

"Um, OK. I guess you can watch once." Kelley didn't know why he agreed to
that. It sure was going to be weird - his first time on that side of things
and then his little brother right there, eyes glued to the in and out of
Kelley's dick in some boy's butt he didn't even know. He hoped he wouldn't
know. Surprising himself, Kelley even began to get hard at the thought of
it.

He quickly tried to regain a little control of the matter. "So, maybe you
could just watch next weekend and not do anything? OK Ethan?"

"What? Why cant I? I thought you said it wasn't wrong."

"Well, it's not wrong, in one way. . . . I guess."

"Then why's it wrong for me?"

Oh boy. Kelley still didn't have an answer to this question. They were out
of time. Here was their house and Kelley's bowels were clamoring for the
bathroom. Finally he blurted out before taking off as fast as his sore butt
would let him:

"You're too young!!"


Later, after Kelley had completely splattered the inside of the first
toilet bowl he could reach, after he breathed a big sigh of relief,
followed by a second and even louder fart, and in fact, after both boys
were showered and ready for bed, Ethan came in to Kelley's bedroom to see
him. He crawled up and sat next to Kelley on his bed.

"I talked to dad, and he said I was real young, and maybe I was too young,
but I could still do whatever any other kid at the party gets too,
including you. And he said you should quit trying to be the dad."

The too boys sat their quietly. Kelley couldn't believe Ethan actually went
to their father and was actually able to bring up that subject. That just
proved to him that his little brother wasn't ready for this.

"Sorry. I hope I didn't get you in trouble." Ethan said after reflecting on
what he had done.

"Don't worry, Ethan, I'm not in bad trouble."

"I like it most times when you tell what to do and not to do," Ethan
quietly admitted to his brother.

Kelley breathed a big sigh. "I'm just worried about what other boys may do
to you when they find out you like boys. You know, like Tripp."

Ethan's eyes went wide.  "You know about Tripp?"

"Yeah. I know about you putting your mouth over his dick."

"I didn't lick it or anything! Honest!! I mean, not much!"

Kelley stifled a laugh on the accidental admission. "Yeah, well, he took
pictures too."

"You know about the pictures?"

"Yes. And do you know what that other boy wanted, the older one with Tripp
last time he came by?"

Kelley was referring to Lewis Kennedy, the 13 and a half year old he had
struck a deal with.

"No. I didn't know him. And besides, you made me go back in."

"Well, Lewis was expecting a blow job." Kelley had to fully explain what
that entailed as well.

"Why?? I wouldn't have done that."

"Well, Tripp showed him the picture and told him you gave great blow jobs
and would be willing to give Lewis one. But I took care of that."

"Wow. Thanks, Kelley. What did you say to the Lewis boy?"

Kelley blushed as he remembered the deal he had made. "Yeah, well, it's not
important. What's done is done. But I may not always be around to help
you."

"I know."  Ethan said cheerfully.  "That's why we have dad."

"Well, it's not as though you would run to dad and tell him about the
pictures."

Ethan looked a little surprised.  "Why not? I already did."

"What?!?"

"Yeah, dad said he knows Tripp's mom from when they were kids. He called
her today; and she's a private investigator so she can find all the
pictures real easy. She's gonna look for them tomorrow and give Tripp a big
butt-whooping."

Kelly was flabbergasted. Was that all he had had to do?

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Any first time readers? I would like to hear your thoughts and comments.

Also, I hope no one is too disappointed in Kelley for going through with
sticking to white briefs for the party.

Enjoy the story. A little background on Zeke's topsy-turvy entry into
Indian Spring is next up in Chapter 15. And you get to meet his friend
Randy West.

Send your thoughts - Jonas