Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2008 03:26:36 +0000 (GMT)
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Chapter 20

Kids of Indian Spring
by Jonas Henley

Chapter 20



Sunday, 18 June 1995
10:20 am


"I'll get it!"  Kelley jumped up from the table. Late family breakfast on
Sundays was a favorite pastime for the Tucker family. Kelley had figured
Nathan would be stopping by as he often did, except that usually he was
there earlier, timing it to when Ethan was getting up and Kelley was
washing face..

Kelley opened the door. "Hey man, where ---- . . . oh."

"Hey, Tucker!"

"What are you doi--- . . . .  you know what? That's 'Kelley' to you."

Cole Haley seemed unperturbed as he smiled at the boy dressed in just his
sleep pants and a plain white T.  "OK, sure. So, hey 'Kelley', how's it
going? Got a few? Lewis is at church. I don't think he'll be by today,
unless he comes by later."

"Look, I can't keep - "

"Kelley, dear, who's at the door?"  His mom called out.

"Uh, it's just uh - "

But his mom came around the corner, in her own pajamas and in a robe.

"Oh, hello, are you one of Kelley's friends?"

"Yes ma'am. I live up in Coolspring. I was just seeing if 'Tucker' was up
for anything."

Kelley narrowed his eyes at the presumptuous 13 year old boy.

"Well, Kelley, are you going to introduce your friend?"

"Uh, Cole, this is my mom. Um . . . Cole, maybe you could come back later."

"It's all right, Kelley," his mom said, "we have plenty of food and you
know your friends are always welcome. Cole, are you hungry? Would you like
some breakfast?"

"Yes, ma'am, thank you."

Cole walked into the house and gave a sly wink to Kelley. He followed
Mrs. Tucker back to the kitchen where the breakfast bonanza was
spread. Kelley for his part was still trying to pick his jaw up off the
floor. This was like being held upside down and given a swirly by your own
parents, even though they had no idea for what reason Cole was really
there.

Throughout breakfast, Kelley watched as Cole put away delicious morning
foods from his own family's table. This boy that would later be feeding
Kelley a separate breakfast - also personally made, though not nearly as
tasty - was causing Kelley some angst that he didn't know how to express or
even fathom.

Meanwhile, his mom and dad were making the older boy feel perfectly
welcome.. Ashton was telling Cole something totally uninteresting, and Cole
was seemingly giving him complete attention, in between bites of
pancake. Even Ethan was entranced.

Maybe I'm just imagining things, Kelley thought, but he continued to be
perturbed by the boy's presence.

Kelley excused himself toward the end of breakfast and went up to his room
to change. Cole half wanted to follow him to watch him change; he found a
perverse joy in seeing more of the taut muscular body of the boy about to
get on his knees. Before much longer, though, Kelley was back downstairs to
take Cole away.

"Hey, mom, dad, we're going, uh, out. C'mon Cole."

"I want to go with you guys," Ethan suddenly said.

"Me too," Ashton piped in.

"Whoa, wait a minute," Kelley wasn't about to have his brothers follow
along for this.

"Now Ashton, sweetie, I want you to stay here and help me clean up," their
mother said and then added conspiratorially, "We can have a special dessert
after your brothers leave. Kelley, you and Ethan be back for dinner, at
least."

"Wait, mom, Ethan can't . . . ."

"Kelley."  His mom said with a warning tone.

That's all she needed to say. Kelley knew that arguing with his mom after a
single pronouncement of his name with nothing else attached was drifting
into relative suicide. The response would involve a combination of room
restriction, household chores, multiple (multiple) lectures, and she wasn't
above a spanking or two. He had long ago learned to recognize the final
word from his mom, which is why, ironically, he never received any of those
above-mentioned punishments.

He wasn't arguing with her.

Kelley let out a sigh, more to himself, and careful not to let his parents
and Ethan hear it.

"That's cool."  It wasn't, but he wasn't about to say it. He'd figure out
how to deal with it, either by losing Ethan or losing Cole. He had to lose
one of them.  "Ethan, hurry up and get dressed."

Ethan ran to get ready for the day. While he was running up the stairs,
Kelley's mom looked at him and raised her eyebrows, as if questioning how
he was going to act toward Ethan once away from his parents.

'It's cool,' Kelley mouthed to her to put her concerns at ease. He was a
good older brother. So much for losing Ethan - he couldn't explain why he
would suddenly need to be alone with a Coolspring boy a little over a year
older than him.

While they were waiting in the living room, Cole adjusted his already hard
dick in his shorts and indicated it with his eyes to Kelley and smiled. He
then leaned in and said, "We still have a deal, you know."

"Yeah, I know," Kelley said irritably.  So much for losing Cole.

"I'm ready!"  Ethan bounded down the stairs.  "Where are we going?"

"We're walking up to the park. We'll be back in a little while, mom, dad."

"The park?"  Ethan said, somewhat derisively.  "That's boring."

Kelley leaned in and quietly said, "You can stay at home."

"No, the park's cool."

The three boys wandered up to the park just making small talk about nothing
in particular, mostly Ethan talking about the basketball game he played
yesterday and how they could probably get one going that afternoon.

They arrived at the park that was at the head spring from which the Drunken
Brave Creek flowed. There was no one around that Sunday mid-morning. Later
in the day, some families would come in from the city after church and have
a picnic or barbeque at the popular spot. For now, all the picnic tables
were empty and the brick grills were cold. Kelley walked up to one and
stirred through some ashes and debris.

"Looks like someone was burning plastic and some other stuff."  Cole said.

"Yeah, like polaroids or something, huh?"  Kelley replied dully.  "Go
figure."

"Who did it?"  Ethan asked.  "I wonder what was on the stuff."

"It doesn't matter," Kelley said.  "If it was our business, they wouldn't
have burned it."

"Yeah, I guess."

Kelley took a deep breath and turned to Cole.  "So, I guess we can do this
out here. Shouldn't be anybody coming by before noon."

Cole looked at him stunned, and then nodded his head in an attempted
non-chalant manner to Ethan, who only was standing about five feet away.

"Yeah, I know."  Kelley said, "But he isn't going away, and I want to get
this over with."

"You serious?"

"Yeah, I am."  Kelley was serious, but his voice was without any
enthusiasm, just determination and resignation.

"Fuckin' A. This is going to be hot!"

"What are you guys talking about? And what are we going to do here?"  Ethan
asked, already bored with the area.

"You aren't going to be doing anything, not here, Ethan, Just hangout out
for a second. And you, Cole, don't cuss in front of my brother."

"Are you serious?"

"I told you I was."

"I mean about the cussing."

"Yes, I am."

"He is."  Ethan said matter-of-factly.  "But I don't get what else you guys
are talking about. Let's go see if Jeremy and Harry want to play some
basketball."

"In a minute."  Kelley told his brother.  "um . . .that is, uh, if you want
to go ahead and see if they're at home, you can get everybody ready, and
we'll be right behind you."

"No way, I want to see what you guys are talking about."

Cole laughed and raised his hands in a 'What can you do?' gesture,

"All right."  Kelley took another deep breath. He couldn't believe he was
doing this.  "All right. That's OK."

Cole had an excited and lurid smile on his face.  "We're really gonna do
this? Right here? Right in front of your little brother?? Oh fu--
. .Sweet!! Really sweet!"

"Just . . . shut up and sit down Cole. There on that bench."  Kelley then
grabbed Ethan by the front of his shirt.  "And you come here."

Kelley dragged his little brother over to the picnic table where Cole had
sat down. He maneuvered a confused Ethan over to stand just to Cole's
left. Kelley kept his hand on Ethan's chest and looked in his brother's
eyes. Ethan seemed to sense something serious was going on, and he waited
for his brother to speak. Kelley had to work up his courage, and they stood
there like that until he was finally able to decide it was now or never.

"Ethan, just stand there and don't say anything. Don't ask anything about
what you see. We'll talk about it later. A lot later . . . Just
. . . . Nothing leaves here, whatever you see."

"OK." Ethan's reply was soft. He was a bit in awe at whatever Kelley was
telling him. A bit nervous. A bit bewildered. But willing to do what his
brother asked. Ethan watched as Kelley took a step closer to Cole and
stepped between the older boy's legs. Cole had a smile that Ethan couldn't
figure out. It was like he had been told he was getting an extra birthday
this year.

Kelley meanwhile was looking at Cole smiling back expectantly, at the
slight movement of the older boy's hands that beckoned him onward, and then
down at the obvious bulge in the boy's cargo pants. Then Kelley did
something that caused Ethan's eyes to bug out and his heart to drop in
suspended motion.

Kelley dropped to his knees in between the older boy's legs.

Ethan watched on, half in horror and half in fascination, as his beloved
older brother leaned forward into the crotch of the jubilant boy, opening
up his pants at the button, and then pulling down the zipper. Kelley worked
like a businessman, a somewhat hesitant businessman, but efficient. He
pulled open the fly to expose the boxers that barely contained the hard rod
trying to burst through the thin cotton. Kelley undid the button on the fly
of the boxers and fished out the fully engorged teen erection. He then
pulled out the 13-year-old's balls, easy enough to do as they had pulled up
tight under the shaft.

Kelley had the randy boy's shaft in his hand. He gave it a couple of rubs
up and down and then got a good grip on the base.

Ethan wasn't just marveling at the shocking event as a whole, but the size
and rigidness of the older boy's dick. He didn't have a lot of hairs, but
they were different than his brother's.

Cole's breathing already was becoming a bit erratic, and as he felt
Kelley's hands on his boyhood, he moaned out, "Oh, FUUCK, yeah; . . . oh,
uh, sorry Ethan."

Cole added the last part as an apology for his cussing. Ethan gave him a
shrug to suggest his own 'What Can You Do' response. But Ethan's demeanor
was still stuck largely in shock. His eyes wide with confusion (and lust,
as he had to readjust himself twice already), his mouth agape, and his
stance like that of a boy stuck between fleeing the scene and wetting his
pants, all the while glued to the action before him.

Kelley paused and looked up at his younger brother, the boy would have to
understand one day, even as the hormones now began raging through him, but
Kelley wasn't sure he wanted Ethan to know why he was doing this,
exactly. He made brief eye contact with Ethan and then turned toward the
warm dick, opened his mouth, and sucked in the head and first inch of
shaft.

He was becoming quite good at this and began bobbing up and down on the
hard dick shooting out of the fly of the teen's cargos. Cole gave some
appreciative moans and a couple of 'oh yeahs' drawn out as Kelley
masterfully worked the sensitive areas with his tongue and provided some
warm, wet, reverse pumping action for the dick. Cole closed his eyes
briefly, then ran his hand through Kelley's hair. He leaned back against
the picnic table as Kelley worked him right there at bench level.

Ethan still hadn't been able to close his mouth - his mind was totally
blown. Just absolutely freaking blown. His eyes were wild with disbelief
and any minute slobber might start dribbling from around his lower lip. He
definitely had a major tent going. How the hell could he not?

Cole looked up at Ethan's captivation, smiled at him and winked, all the
while he was holding the head of his older brother in his crotch and
starting to pump his mouth on his own, in addition to Kelley's actions. It
wasn't long before the stimulation of Kelley's mouth and the presence of an
audience gave Cole the last tip to boiling over, and he held Kelley's head
in both hands, burying the boy's nose in his loose and sparse, but definite
pubic hairs, giving the young boy a simultaneous sensation of early morning
boy crotch flavor and the sweet and salty tang of young nut cum, as he
flooded the back of the boy's throat.

Kelley came up, breathing deep as he did and swallowing hard, but Cole
pulled him back down for another volley and arched his own hips to bury as
much and more than he had into the amazing gifted mouth. This was heaven
for a 13-year-old. After several rounds of this, he began to come down form
his high, leaving his hand in the brown thick hair atop Kelley, signaling
the boy to continue a few more sucks and slurps before coming off.

Kelly did come up eventually and looked at the wet semi-engorged remains of
a very satisfied dick. He still couldn't believe that that had been fully
buried in his mouth. True, Cole was just 13, but Kelley still couldn't
believe it as he stared, amazed. He looked at the older boy's pubic hairs
and realized he still had the smell of Cole Haley in his nose. Finally he
took in the balls, just barely coming down after the excitation. Those
balls had made a boy's sperm. What marked that change to manhood, produced
right there in a buys nuts, had just been fired into his mouth. He had had
a boy's dick in his mouth and actually swallowed cum. A boy's cum.

It wasn't the first time, true, but maybe Ethan's presence made it feel
like another first time.

"My balls, man, just suck'em a little," Cole pleaded.

Kelley didn't think he was obligated to do that by the agreement, but what
the hell. How far was too far and at this point how much did it matter? He
leaned and applied some noisy suction, enough to give them a good wet,
slurpy massage and slow the rate of descent in Cole's deflating
penis. (Actually it gave the teen dick a bit of a rise for a
moment). Finally Cole pushed the boy off of him.

"Shit, that was fucking amazing. I'm sorry for cussing, dude, but damn
you're amazing!! And your little brother. He's all bugged out. Look how
much little dude enjoyed that!"

Cole pointed at the tense strain in Ethan's shorts. Ethan started to
adjust, but pulled his hand back in embarrassment of letting his brother
see him do that after witnessing Kelley's humiliation. But the ache
demanded he readjust, and he started to again, just to pull back his hand
another time.

Cole laughed, and said, "Tucker, man, your little brother needs major
relief. Come on, be a good older brother and give him some."

"Shut up, Cole."  Kelley said, tired and uncertain now of his decision
process. He looked over at poor Ethan and could see the boy was deeply
confused.. Half of Ethan seemed to wish he was anywhere but right there,
and half of him wishing he was in Cole's spot. Did he just make a really
bad decision letting Ethan see this?

He didn't think so. After all, Ethan was going to be seeing a lot more next
weekend, as well as having the ability to actually fuck other boys (Kelley
had a shiver when he even thought that word - 'fuck'. It seemed so dirty,
but now it was real to him.). No sense in going on with the kid gloves
anymore. Still, Kelley was in a bit of shock himself that he let his own
little brother catch this personal and humiliating act, especially so close
and up front.

"You OK, Ethan?"

"Yeah, I, um, uh .  . . . . . . . . . . . ."

Kelley just nodded and stood up, dusting off his knees.  "You'll be OK."

Ethan nodded an acceptance while he watched Cole putting away his
equipment..

Kelley put his arm around Ethan and said, "Sorry, Ethan. I guess I figured
you're getting old enough, you can start to learn how to handle some of the
stuff that goes on around here."

"You do?"  To Ethan, that was one of the greatest compliments that Kelley
could give him.

"Yeah, although, I could be wrong, cause I'm not sure I know how to handle
it all. I'm not so sure I'm doing it right."

"Well, I think you're being a great big brother. You really are the
coolest.."

"Even after you saw what I did?"

"Yeah. I don't know why, and I know you told me not to ask. I kinda figure
it's something you had to do, even though you didn't want to do it. So
that's good enough for me."

"Thanks, Ethan."

"I mean, I'm still kinda blown away. I never ever expected to see
. . . . well, anyway, I'll be OK. Thanks for letting me , , , , um, you
know . . . . . . trusting me to know about it."

"So, are you guys gonna play some basketball, then?"  Cole interrupted,
after shaking his head to clear the post-orgasm sllepiness.  "Cause I'd be
cool to join you, if it's all right."

"Yeah, sure."  Kelley figured maybe he could salvage some normalcy out of
his association with Cole.  "My family fed you, so you owe me, if you're
any good on the court."

"I'm OK."

"Then you'll be on mine and Ethan's team. Come on, Ethan, let's go find
some other guys for a game."  Kelley wiped his mouth with the back of his
hand to make sure that he got all the cum off.his lips and any saliva on
the side.

On the way out, they ran into Malcolm McEwen standing behind a couple
trees..

"What are you doing hiding again?"  Kelley asked as he walked toward the
boy. Malcolm scowled but stepped back. He wanted to spout something back,
but he couldn't think of anything.

"Well?"  Kelley demanded, "I asked you a question, Malcolm! Why do you keep
spying? What were you looking at ?"

"Fuck off," Malcolm said, but Kelley didn't even notice that boy could
barely get the words out.

Kelley snapped, or something did inside him, he moved quick and grabbed
Malcolm and picked him up and shoved him against a tree. His voice was
deeper, growling, and menacing. "What did you see??!!"

"Oh, shit."  Cole hadn't even seen Kelley move. He was like a panther. Cole
was starting to rethink his bargaining power on how long he could continue
these oral freebies. He still didn't know, though, that Kelley had already
rethought it.

Malcolm looked like a caught rabbit trying to escape, but Kelley didn't
seem to see this. The boy fearfully and quietly stuttered out,
"N-n-nothing, nothing. N-n-nothing!!"

Ethan practically jumped on his brother and started yelling at Kelley,
"What are you doing?! Leave him alone!! Let go!"

Kelley in confusion let the boy go. He let himself see inside of what
Malcolm was saying, he new the boy was telling the truth, but he saw
something else there, something scary.

Ethan was between Malcolm and his brother. Malcolm lashed out verbally at
the nearest person, which happened to be Ethan.  "I don't n-need your help,
little faggot."

Kelley flinched toward Malcolm, but was able to hold himself back. That
didn't stop Ethan from slamming into him to prevent him from getting his
hands around Malcolm's neck. Malcolm took that opportunity to run off.

"It's OK, Ethan," Kelley started, collecting himself, "I - "

But Ethan wasn't listening. He yelled again at Kelley and gave him a shove.
"What the hell is with you?? When did you start picking on people?"

"Ethan, I just - "

"Don't tell me you're sticking up for me. You never were like this before
all this weird stuff that's going on that you don't talk about. I guess I
saw part today, but I don't know what it means."

"Ethan - "

"No! I can take care of myself. You know you're right. I am old enough. I
know what I want and I can handle it. You can't." Ethan stormed off. Kelley
had promised him that he would be nice to Malcolm, and he had just jumped
the kid. Ethan was partly still blown away by what happened and, in truth,
he was not handling it very well. But it was also a culmination of coming
too fast into adolescence and needing Kelley to recognize his growth. He
kinda thought he was getting it today, but Kelley was too
explosive. Something just wasn't right.

Ethan reacted off that violence simmering below the surface without even
realizing what he was doing.

But Kelley saw that. He could fix that. Especially now that his eyes were
opened. Well, at least a little bit more.

"Uh . . .  yeah," Cole started moving up the road, "Guess I'll be going."

"Not so fast."  Kelley threw his arm in the way without even looking at the
boy. He was still watching down the curve in the road, around which his
brother had already disappeared. He turned his palm up and added, "The
pictures. You didn't think I would forget, did you? I didn't ask for them
before cause we weren't alone."

Cole mad a reluctant face but pulled three polaroids out of his side cargo
pocket and put them in Kelley's hand. The younger boy still wasn't even
looking.

"Where's the fourth?"

Damn, this kid didn't miss anything. But that's where Cole would be wrong,
because Kelley just discovered something really big that he did miss.. But
Cole put the fourth picture in Kelley's hands. Kelley looked through them
to make sure they were of Ethan, even though he knew that Cole was finally
honest with him, and these were the last of the pictures.

"I know you don't want to hear it, but your brother's hot. And he's gonna
do that stuff with other guys, whether you want him to or not."  Even as
Cole said this, he did so with some trepidation. He had just seen how fast
this kid moved, as well as how strong he was. And the kid didn't look
scared of anything, although he missed the fact that Kelley's hands were
shaking.

Kelley got those under control and bent down to pick a lighter up off the
ground.

"What's that?"

"Malcolm's lighter. It must have fallen out of his pocket when he fell
after I let him go."

Kelley turned around and walked back to the grills. "Get some dry sticks
and stuff."

The two boys watched as the last of the evidence burned. Kelley stared at
the blaze and calmly said, "You get two more . . . . blow jobs . . from
me. Lewis too. Then we're even."

"Yeah, you know, I was thinking about that. We're cool, man. More than
even.."

"You don't want another one?"

"Are you kidding? I want like 60 or 70 or a hundred more. I love cumming in
your mouth!! . . . . um sorry. And I guess I shouldn't yell it out like
that."

Kelley gave a small laugh. He had to pull things together. "Well, I said
two more, and I'll stand by that. You already know I don't want to, but
I'll make them good."

"Yeah, I'm just not the kind of person that likes to get what I want if it
means fucking somebody up."

"Cole, I don't 'want' to do them. But I'll be OK. I'll live. Honest. I've
just had more on my mind lately than I should have."

"Well, I'll tell Lewis. He'll want his two, and then for you and me, I
guess we'll just see."

"Deal. You still want to play some basketball?"

"Am I welcome?"

"Yeah. I already knew you were OK as a person."

"Are you supposed to be psychic or something?"

"Supposed to be something," Kelley said quietly and then added fimly,
"You're welcome down here, but you may just want to make sure you find me
first. Indian Spring kids can get touchy."

"No, really?"








They found Ethan over at Stewie Vining's despite the baskeball game going
on at the Gaither's. Seeing Ethan sitting next to Stewie struck
Kelley. Despite being an average 11 1/2 year old and almost a year older
than Ethan, Stewie was no taller than Ethan. Ethan looked just as strong,
just as muscular, more so, actually, though with maybe a touch more baby
fat. Ethan did indeed have a body and demeanor out of proportion to his
age.

It was probably why he was more interested in hanging around Cal Brewer who
was almost 13 than Ben Brewer, who at 10, almost 11, was still several
months older than Ethan.

"Hey, Ethan."  Kelley walked up to Ethan and Stewie sitting on a garden
bench in the front yard. Cole had stayed out by the street at the end of
the drive.  "Stewie give me a few minutes with Ethan."

"No, Stewie, it's cool. You can stay. In fact, I'd like you to stay."
Ethan said.

Stewie didn't have to be asked or told twice by Kelley. He got up and left
and went inside. Ethan rolled his eyes and shook his head; a real champion
Stewie was.

"Ethan, what happened back there?"  Kelley sat down next to his brother.

Ethan shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. I guess things have been
changing so much lately. I guess I just wanted you to be the same, you
know, and not change, but you did. And you didn't listen to me about
Malcolm either; it's like you say you know I'm not some stupid kid, but you
still think I am."

No, I did listen to you about Malcolm; I just wasn't listening to myself. I
don't know how I missed it. You were right; he was afraid."

"He's lonely," Ethan said. "But everytime I try to talk to him he won't let
me."

"That may be because of me. I'll change it. I promise you. And I think he's
worse than lonely. I felt something else, something really desperate. But
I'll fix it, this week, OK?"

Kelley didn't have the word for despair, but he could feel it emanating
from Malcolm. He knew Ethan was very sensitive to the feelings of others,
and somehow he was caught up in the sad case of Malcolm McEwen. Leave it to
Ethan to fall for the bully. Kelley chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, you."

"You see, you think I'm some little kid."

"Geez Ethan, you are a little kid. So am I. And you're my little
brother. How am I supposed to treat you?"

Ethan shrugged his shoulders.  "I like you being a big brother. I like you
watching over me and wanting to know what's going on. But I don't like you
treating me like I'm too stupid to handle the things I want to do or to
hang out with Jeremy or Cal."

"Jeremy I'm kinda OK with, but I don't trust Cal."

"You see."

"Dammit, Ethan, I care about you. I can't just not say anything. If I
thought you were stupid and couldn't handle growing up, would I have let
you watch this morning? Huh?"

"No, I guess not. I guess I'm just making too much of it all."

"No, we just needed to have a talk."

"I like this."  Ethan said.

"Good. We'll be more open with each other, cool? I want to know what's
going on."

"Deal," Ethan said, but then qualified it with a blush, "IF, um . . . if
.. . . . I can watch you again?"

Kelley smiled. What came out was almost a relief to him; it came out even
easier than he would have thought.  "Ethan you can always watch. I won't
hide it from you, deal? Same from you?"

"You want to watch me?"

"What?? No!! No, I mean, I don't want you to hide things from me. I want
you to be open with me."

"Deal."

"That watching doesn't include when I start doing stuff with girls. Girls
is different, that's private. Boys, well, doing stuff with boys doesn't
really mean anything, like dad said. Well, for me at least."

"So when are you gonna do it again with Cole?"

Kelley laughed. Ethan was definitely going to be a handful in the next year
or two, or five.  "Well, I told Cole only two more blow jobs for both him
and Lewis and then we're even."

"Why did you have to do them anyway?"

"I'd rather not say."

"OK."  Ethan could accept that.

"And there may not be another time with Cole. He feels bad about what
happened and said we're already even. It's up to him."

"Oh he'll want them, I'll get him to ask for them, cause I want to se,"
Ethan said with a mischievous grin.

"Oh great."

The boys got up and walked over to where Cole was waiting.

Ethan kept going, "And why only two, come on, why not more after that?"

"Ethan."

"So what's the word with you two?"  Cole asked.

"Everything's cool, except," Kelley began with an uneasy smile, "seems you
don't get a choice on those two blow jobs I owe you. You have to get them;
Ethan wants to watch again."

"Sweeet. I guess I can deal with that."

"Yeah, I'm sure."





The boys joined in on the game with Jason Lucci, Colin Gaither, Eric
Turner, both the Finney boys, and Alex and Cameron Wood. Stewie came up and
also got in the game. Cole was fairly well accepted by everybody and had a
good time and a good game. His presence caused only a couple of raised
eyebrows, but no-one challenged Kelley on bringing in a Coolspring
outsider.

Like they ever would.

The boys took a break for lunch across the street at the Sharps, who threw
a dozen or so hot dogs on the grill for the boys. On returning to the
court, they mixed up the teams and played again.

At one point Kelley saw Malcolm in the distance under a tree in the Akins
yard. He waved the boy over to let him know that he could join
them. Malcolm saw the wave, but didn't respond. He had a conflicting
emotion of need, fear, and anger toward Kelley. But he did sit down on the
ground and continued to watch them from afar.

Eventually, Kelley forgot about his and Ethan's troubles, as he got wrapped
up in the game. Before he knew it, they had been playing for hours. It was
time to get back and get cleaned up for supper.

"I had a lot fun, Kelley."  Cole said as they walked back to the Tucker
house.

"You can call me Tucker, most of my friends do."  Kelley laughed and added,
"Sometimes even Ethan and Ashton do."

"Cool. Well, I had a lot of fun . . . Tucker. I'd like to come back
sometime and play another game."

"Yeah, sure, just come by or call."

"And, I . . uh . . really want us to just be even on everything else."

"No!"  Ethan interjected, stepping up between the two older boys.  "You
promised I could watch, so you guys have to do it, at least two more
times."

"At least? What do you mean at least?"  Kelley asked.  "You know, don't
answer that. Ethan, I said you can always watch. I didn't say I was going
to do stuff like that just to entertain you."

"Dude, your little brother is warped."

"I'm not that little, you know."

"Whoa too much information."

"This whole area is a little warped, Cole, if you only knew."  Kelley said.

"No, I believe it. I like it; but I definitely believe it."

"Can Cole stay for supper?"  Ethan pleaded.

"I'm sure. You can if you want, Cole."

""Well, I have to ask my parents, and your parents, and I'm dirty and
sweaty, and I still have to ride my bike back."

"You can call your parents - we have phones in our poor hillbilly area here
, my parents told us we don't have to ask to invite one or two friends
over, and we also have showers you can use, three even, and supper will be
over before the sun goes down so you wont have to ride in the dark."

"Ha. OK. And clothes, I guess I'm just gonna run around naked in your house
after the shower."

"Sweet."  Ethan said smiling.

Kelley rolled his eyes.  "We usually just wear boxers in the summer. But I
got a swim suit that's got elastic, so it should fit you, or some
windshorts, those will fit. And one of my dad's T-shirts if mine are too
tight. You aren't a lot bigger than me. But we got stuff."

"Well, OK. That'd be cool."







Cole's parents were fine with his staying for dinner, and Cole got a shower
in Kelley and Ethan's bathroom. Ethan kept hanging around at the edge until
Cole told him he could sit in the bathroom while he got a shower - that it
would be OK with him.

Ethan looked to Kelley as if for permission.

"Go ahead. Just wait until he's out before you get in for your shower."

So Ethan sat on the counter and watched Cole soap up and clean his entire
teen body, include his dick and balls and his crack. Cole smiled to himself
when he looked out a couple times and caught Ethan adjusting himself. When
Cole got out he was half hard and dripping pre-cum after putting on the
show. He was already looking forward to that next blow-job with an
audience. He was glad that Ethan was insisting on those next two blow
jobs. When it was Ethan's turn to get in, he disrobed right in front of
Cole, showing off a hairless erection that could have been at home on an
early pubertal 12 year old, and a body that just begged to be held.

So much for only being half hard. Cole's dick went the rest of the way up,
and he paused in his toweling just to watch the boy undress and start to
soap up.

"Are you done yet?"  Kelley asked from the doorway. He was coming in with
damp, mussed, dark hair and nothing but a short towel clutched at his
waist.

"I used my mom and dad's shower."

Cole abandoned all hope of his dick deflating. Kelley had a body that could
make a lesbian grow a dick and get an erection; he was just that hot. And
something about the damp hair and towel made him even sexier.

Kelley laughed when he looked over and saw the hard, leaking state of the
13-year-old.  "Why didn't you just toss off in the shower?"

Cole shrugged his shoulders. "It was someone else's shower."

"Well that doesn't matter."

"Besides, your brother was watching me the whole time; that would have been
a little too weird."

"Yeah, I think you would have gotten over it. Just don't go thinking I'm
going to take care of that for you."

Cole blushed slightly and shrugged. The idea had occurred to him; probably
a bit much to hope for.

Kelley took off his towel and walked into his bedroom, an action that did
absolutely nothing to soothe Cole's hardon. Cole watched the boy with the
flaccid 2 1/2 inch penis resting on a nice set of balls hanging down from a
warm shower, the small patch of honey brown hairs, slightly darker while
still damp, resting at the base of his pubic area. Then as he walked into
his room, that pert, incredible boy ass showed itself. It was ten times as
nice as the one on his little brother, and that one had partly been the
cause of Cole's current embarrassment.

Cole felt hot, and not in the sexual sense; well, he did feel that, but
also in the confused sense. He had never looked at a boy like this. Why was
he now? He wasn't gay. Did the recent excitement with the Tucker boys
change him?

He watched Kelley pull some clothes out of his dresser and start to get
dressed. He knew Kelley wasn't gay, but he did do some boy on boy sex. He
looked over at Ethan who stepped out of the shower smiling at him. Ethan
was surely gay, Cole had already figured, and had also participated in
boysex. Thing is, where did that put Cole?

Meanwhile, Kelley was dressed in boxers and a T-shirt and looking for his
swim trunks. It was amazing how much better he felt after coming clean to
his little brother. He didn't know why, maybe it was the realization that
there wasn't anything actually wrong with sex between boys, and it didn't
make him gay, though that was never really an issue as he greatly loved
both Ethan and Nathan. So he didn't have a problem with being gay; he just
knew he wasn't, which was why the past week had been troubling him

But after all, now that he could see something normal and 'no big deal'
about boysex, he should be able to handle it better. Or so he thought.

'I just didn't like this happening to me. But I can deal with it, now. I
think.'

Or maybe he was becoming more resigned?

"Here's a T-shirt that should fit you. And I can't find my new trunks, but
these might fit, I hope."

"I can't believe you're taking this so . . . . . I don't know, like nothing
unusual."

"Just because it's not usual doesn't mean I should freak out. Chill out,
Cole. It's cool. No one cares if you get a shower up here, or even just go
around in boxers, or a swimsuit that . . . . . "  Kelley started laughing "
. . . that's sticking out about 5 inches in front."

"Hey, it's over 5 inches. Shit, I can't go downstairs in front of your
parents like this."

Ethan came out of his own room in boxers and carrying his T-shirt. He
looked at Cole standing there in the blue swim trunks with a blunt tip
pulling the nylon fabric into an obscene tenting, beginning to point more
upward than forward.

Ethan and Kelley were laughing, about to fall on the floor. Cole looked
down at himself and the evident pergola of prick he had created in the
loose shorts and started laughing himself.

"What is so funny up here with you boys?"  Kelley's mom asked as she walked
in the room with some extra towels and one of her husband's T-shirts.  "Do
those clothes fit fine, Cole?  Oh, well, I see the swim trunks don't give
you a lot of privacy, do they dear?"

"Um, no ma'am."  Cole was blushing horribly, but Kelley and Ethan were
still laughing. Cole had initially grabbed the T-shirt Ethan had been
holding to try and put in front of him, but Ethan grabbed it back. He
couldn't believe someone's mom saw his stiffie poking out his shorts ---
and she actually commented on it!!

"Kelley, didn't you have sleep pants on this morning?"  Cole asked, hopef
he could put those on OVER the existing trunks.

"Those are going into the wash, dear; he's worn them several days this
week.. I'll put your clothes in the washer, as well, so you can have clean
clothes to go home in. Now, don't you worry about a little poking about in
your shorts, it happens all the time with Kelley and Ethan."

"Especially Ethan," Kelley said still laughing.

"Well," his mom threw in, "Kelley obviously doesn't remember the entire
last year when he walking around with perpetually tented sleep pants."

"Mom!!"

"Well, don't dish out if you can't take the truth. Thank you, boys, for
washing before supper, you smell much better. Now bring all your clothes
downstairs and come to the table."

"Holy -" Cole started after she walked out.

"Hey, no cussing in our house!"

"Right. Oh man, I can't believe that just happened. Dude, I still can't go
down like this."

"Kelley can take care of it."  Ethan offered. Pretty cheeky of the kid.

"Ethan! It doesn't work like that. Relax, pervert. And you, that's what you
get for coming in like you did this morning, so tough."  Kelley
smiled. Finally some positive Karma from his last few days.

Dinner went pretty well, except Kelley and Nathan kept asking Cole if he
would mind getting up and getting something from the kitchen and laughing
whenever he blushed.

"Now you two stop it. Cole, I hope you don't let these two stop you from
ever having dinner with us again."

"Oh, I bet he will be cumming here again soon."  Kelley and Ethan both died
out laughing after Ethan said this, and Cole turned a whole new shade of
bright red.

Their parents didn't know exactly what the point of the joke was, but they
figured that there was probably something to do with the relief that Cole
clearly needed. They caught the stress that Ethan put on the word 'coming'
and let this pass without comment.

Silvie Tucker got up to check on the clothes and to put them in the
dryer. When she came back in she told her husband the dryer was broken,
again.

"I'll take a look at it after dinner," Hal said.

"No, I'd rather we get a professional this time. Sorry Hal. Or you could
buy me a new one."

"You know we can't afford that just yet."

"Mom, dad."  Kelley was getting emabarrased as they talked about the family
not being able to afford a new dryer. His mom understood, and she turned to
Cole.

"I'm sorry, Cole, it seems you now have no clothes to wear home. Of course,
you are welcome to wear the ones you have, we wont make you go naked," she
added with a smile.

"And I'll drive you so you don't have to ride your bike. I don't imagine
Kelley's trunks are that comfortable on you. They are new, but they were
bought before that last growth spurt."

"They are tight in the waist."

"They're not tight in the front," Ethan muttered and got a kick under the
table by Kelley.

"And the liner kinda itches," Cole added, flushing a bit, but otherwise
ignoring the comment.

"Maybe he can spend the night," Ethan offered.  "Then we can give him his
clothes in the morning."

"Well, you are certainly welcome to spend the night, Cole. I can put your
clothes outside to hang dry. We still have the old fashion clothesline."

"That would be fun, Mrs. Tucker, but I don't know if I can sleep in
these. They aren't very comfortable."

"Tell your mom to bring you some clothes," Ethan said.

"You don't have to wear anything to bed," Kelley said.

"What?"

Kelley looked around the table and just shrugged.  "I mean, you can sleep
naked. It wont matter."

"You can have Ashton's bed. He's spending the night at the Vargas' house
with Stevie." his dad said.

"No," his mom said.  "I stripped his bed already and cleaned his room. The
sheets are with the others, the next batch to be washed. I just can't put
dirty sheets back on a clean bed."

"He can sleep in my bed," Kelley said.

"Uh, what would I wear?"

"Nothing, I told you. You've never slept naked before?"

"As long as you two boys are clean back there before you do, I don't see
any problem with it."

"MOM!"

"Well, sweetie, you don't do the laundry."

It was Cole's turn to laugh.  "Honestly, I think I'd be too embarrassed to
stay like that."

"Oh don't be silly, Cole," Kelley's mom said. "You're staying the
night. I'll call your parents, and then I'll go and hang these clothes
outside."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you."

"And I'll run up to the video store and get some movies for you boys for
the night."  His dad said.

Cole leaned in and asked Kelley quietly.  "Where are you going to sleep?"

"In my bed."

"Oh, I thought, wait . . . where am I sleeping?"

Kelley laughed.  "In my bed. Don't worry, I've had lots of friends
over. They've all lived."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm just . . . you know . . . it's cool."

Later, after Cole's parents said OK (and then sent Cole's little brother,
Davis, over to one of his friends for a night alone at home) and the videos
were starting, Kelley's parents excused themselves for the night. His mom
smiled at Cole, squirming on the couch and pulling at the obvious
discomfort of the liner. She thought briefly about Kelley's own boxers; he
was growing and could use new ones himself. As he was sitting on the couch
she could easily see the relaxed shaft of his penis through the open fly
and part of the darker head. Hal told her just yesterday that he was
picking up some new underwear for both Kelley and Nathan, though. So she
could get rid of those smaller and worn boxers soon enough.

"The boys' father and I will be going to bed, and we won't be coming back
out. You boys can watch the movies and stay up as late as you would
like. And Cole, you obviously are uncomfortable in those trunks, so feel
free to lose them after we leave. Just put a towel down on the couch. Good
night, boys."

"Goodnight mom."

"Goodnight, Mrs Tucker."

The Tucker boys were fairly comfortable with the knowledge that once their
parents went to bed, they didn't come back out, and there was a significant
portion of the house between them and the master bedroom that there was no
concern of their parents being disturbed. So the boys settled in to watch
the first movie without worrying about the noise level. Ethan didn't stop
to wonder why his parents went to bed, but Kelley, a little more observant
and with a little help from more focused hormones, had noticed a few subtle
exchanges between his mom and dad. When they gave him the second
birds-and-bees talk last year, the more advanced one, they went into the
fact that they still enjoyed an active sex life. So he knew why they were
going to bed early, and that they definitely would not be back out again
that night.

But to Ethan's credit, he WAS a bit more distracted. His eyes were glued to
the impression of Cole's rod, now bent a bit to the left, but still lifting
up the uncomfortable fabric of the swimsuit. Ethan was hoping Cole would
take his parents' hint and just switch to a towel.

"Ethan, quit staring," Kelley said quietly, but quite pointedly.

Ethan just smiled like it was a world marvel and raised his eyebrows and
nodded toward the boy's over-excited crotch and mouthed the words to
Kelley: 'Help him out!'

It was an exaggerated mouthing, but Kelley understood it. He understood it
before Ethan tried to say it.

'Stop it' Kelley mouthed back.

"Come on, Kelley," Ethan, still smiling, but pleading in what he thought
was a whisper.  "Do it again so I can see!"

Kelley threw a sofa pillow at his brother with Cole laughing. He wasn't as
absorbed in the movie not to follow what was happening between the
brothers..

"Sorry," Kelley mumbled to his guest, turning to watch the movie, slightly
embarrassed by his little brother. Had he created a monster this morning
letting Ethan know what was going on? Well, it was more than letting him
know, it was practically a workout video for the boy. Or was there just a
monster in waiting that Kelley was anticipating breaking out? It was the
monster about to break out he had intended to reach, to bond to better, and
maybe guide away from trouble.

Maybe he failed. He looked over at Ethan. The boy had given up and started
watching TV. He was worth the chance, Kelley decided. Ethan was worth any
embarrassment, or humiliation, or pride.

None of this was on Cole's mind, though. His earlier resolve in not asking
for another blow job was breaking down. He had wanted to ask for one the
moment he saw Kelley dressed in that towel. He had never had a hardon last
so long. It was going in and out of erection to semi and back. He was
aching for that special treatment that Kelley knew how to give now, and the
prospect of having Ethan watch again was just beyond torture to think about
and not have.

Cole wanted to tell Kelley he wanted one, but also wanted to see if there
was any inclination on Kelley's part, to let him know it was Ok to do it
again, but without actually asking for it or alienating what he considered
a new friend.

Oh man, it was hard to walk that tightrope between sexual craving with wild
hormonal demands and appropriate behavior supposedly tempered by innocence
and friendship.

"Uhh, Kelley, uhh . . . . it's um . . . uh, you know, if you . . . . uh
. . ."

Kelley look at Cole's hard erection outlined in his own swim trunks. He
knew what the boy wanted. He knew what Ethan wanted. He knew what he
himself wanted, which was not what the other two wanted; but he considered
it. Would it matter if he gave the boy a blow job now or later? He had even
thought about helping the boy relieve his obvious suffering up in his
bedroom before dinner.

Kelley was sure he must be going crazy to consider it, but Cole was turning
out to be a nice guy - it was just that whole putting his mouth over a
penis thing, sucking on a boy's erection, having him sperm in his mouth and
swallowing it down, all that was a bit hard to take.

Hard to take.

Kelley almost laughed at the bad joke that popped up from his
subconscious. Damn, there was another - 'popped up'. What the hell, would
it hurt him? He was going to have to do it again to those Mexican boys. He
might as well get used to it until he got that job. He was going to find
the Mexicans, or whatever was the right word to call them, maybe just 'the
lawn boys', in a few days. Until then . . . . . Kelley took a deep breath
and got ready to go down on Cole. He tossed a another pillow to get Ethan's
attention.

"What?! I wasn't doing anything."  Then he saw the consternation on his
older brother's face, and the slight head nod over to Cole, and he knew
what that meant. Ethan lost interest in the movie and went all smiles

Just then the doorbell rang.








"Oh hello, I'm Cole's mother."

Oh Shit! It was his mother! Cole thought, reaching for a couch pillow to
pull into his crotch. And Kelley just went to the door in nothing but his
boxers and a T-shirt!! There was no way Cole could ever do that, and he
himself sporting a major erection that no T-shirt would cover.

Cole slunk down a bit in the couch, as he could be seen by his mom from the
door.  Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I can't go to the door like this!!!!

"Hello, Mrs. Haley," Kelley said politely.

"Don't get up, Cole, precious," (Thank gawd, Cole thought) "I'm just here
to drop off a change of clothes for my son. You must be Kelley that Cole
told me about, his friend down here in Indian Spring."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, you sound like a nice boy, and you certainly are a 'very' good
looking young man."

Kelley would have blushed, except that it was something he heard all the
time when he met his friends' mothers, his mother's friends, sales women in
stores, and so on.  "Thank you, ma'am. Would you like to come in?"

"Oh, no, no. Mr. Haley and I are late for dinner, dear. Here are Cole's
clothes . . . oh, Kelley, dear," she paused as she glanced back to her
husband in the car.  "Is there, um, any way we could let Cole stay here a
little later than just first thing in the morning?"

Kelley tried not to smile, "How about after lunch tomorrow? He can stay
even later than that, too. Well probably go down to the creek in the
afternoon and swim some."

"Oh, you are a dear. Your parents won't mind?"

"No ma'am, not all."

Mrs. Haley said good bye and took her leave, but not before a last,
hopefully unnoticed, glance up and down the boy's body. And here she had
thought her own son was good looking. Mmm mmm, she thought -- if only she
were 12 or 13 again. Good thing the house was empty of her children
tonight, because her horniness had just doubled. Mr Haley was going to have
a very good night.

Kelley went back in and gave the clothes to Cole, who took them into the
bathroom to change. Kelley was very thankful for the interruption; he
wasn't sure what had passed through his mind a few minutes ago. He must be
crazy. The last thing in life he wanted right now was to volunteer another
blow job. So degrading.

Cole came out in just the T-shirt and some green knit boxers; they hid the
erection even less than the swim trunks did. Now he had a truly obscene
tent coming straight out from his crotch.

Ethan and Kelley started laughing at him as soon as he walked back into the
living room. Ethan was rolling around on the chair laughing as hard as he
could.

"Well, at least they're more comfortable," Cole said, a bit red in the
face.  "She only brought me some jeans and socks, no sleep pants."

"Who was that at the door?  And what on earth is so funny; I thought you
boys were watching an action movie."  Mrs. Tucker had come into the
bedroom, looking a bit flustered and out of breath and clutching a bathrobe
closed in front of her. Kelley had forgotten that the doorbell rang in the
back of the house, as well.

"Cole's mom dropped off some clothes."

"Well, don't those fit nice," she said with a smile.

Cole quickly closed his hands in front of him and tried to hold his raging
hardon close against his body. The effect pulled up the right leg of the
knit boxers such that his balls showed partly below the hem. He wanted to
crawl up into his T-shirt and die from embarrassment.

"Yes, ma'am.," he squeeked out, not really looking at his friend's mom.

"Maybe you and Ethan need to take care of a few things before you get back
to the movies."  With that she left them alone and went back to her own
evening, hoping there were no more doorbells.

"What did she mean by that?"

Kelley looked at his clueless little brother and then down at his
crotch. Ethan's boner had slipped out of the fly of his boxers and looked
like it was straining against his own skin, threatening to grow even
further right there. The pale erect flesh was topped by helmet of the same
width and almost the same color, just a tad darker. Kelley couldn't believe
it, when was the last time he saw his brother?

Kelley had thought it looked big when he saw Ethan stretching out his
boxers. I mean it wasn't abnormally huge, but his brother was only 10 (10
years and seven months as Ethan was careful to point out to people, to
indicate that technically he was even older than 10 and a 1/2). Kelley
figured that Ethan should be at least 2 inches shorter down there. Instead
the boy was stretched out and closing in on his older brother; he couldn't
be more than 1/2 an inch shorter, and yet almost two whole years younger.

"Damn,' Kelley thought. 'When did that happen?' He shook his head and
responded to his little brother.  "Geez, Ethan, put your . . .  uh
. . . . back in your underwear."

"What?  . . . . Oh, hee hee," Ethan smiled and giggled a bit as hi tucked
himself back in.

Kelley picked up the remote to rewind what they had missed of the
movie. Ethan looked down at his tent and the one in the still embarrassed
Cole and smiled.  "So Cole, you want to do something with these?"  He asked
the older boy cheekily.

Kelley knocked his little brother on the back of the head.

"Ow! What did you do that for? Mom said we could."

"She didn't mean together, twerp; and she was just kidding with you
anyway. She was just embarrassing you out of fun; she and dad do it all the
time. She knows you're going to do it on your own anyway later. But that's
'on your own' and 'later'."

Cole was still looking embarrassed.  "Maybe I shouldn't have stayed."

"Why?"  asked Kelley.

"Your mom probably thinks I'm a pervert or something."

"No she doesn't. She probably figured we were talking about girls or
something. You heard her at supper, she's seen me and Ethan plenty of times
looking like that. Well . . . not exactly like THAT. But close. Sort of."

"What about you? You think I'm pervert or weird or . . . . worse?"

"You only came here before so I would suck on your . . . you know. Of
course you're a pervert, but I agreed to do it with Lewis before I even met
you, so I guess that makes me a pervert too. I just look at it now as a
deal I made, and that's all it is. So we're both finishing up a deal is all
I think about it. ('or try to' he thought to himself) And no, I don't think
you're weird. Geesh, you don't know weird until you know more about Indian
Spring, even sex weird, and no I'm not going to tell you."

"And . . .um . . ."

"Oh the 'worse' thing? Let me guess, do I think you're gay?"  Kelley
laughed.  "I'm not, and look what's happened to me. I think I'm figuring
out physical stuff, sex stuff, and gay don't really have a whole lot to do
with each other. I mean I know a couple guys who are gay, or probably are,"
Kelley paused and glanced at his little brother, who blushed and turned his
interest back to rewinding the movie, "and I don't think you and me are
like that."

"Still . . . ," Something was still bothering Cole.  "I guess it's weird,
still, making you do that stuff."

"I don't know. I guess I got what I wanted in the deal."  Kelley settled
back on the couch to watch the movie finally; he had the pictures and the
video, and they had been destroyed. That's all that REALLY mattered. He
glanced once more at Cole's crotch, with the knit cotton fabric still
lifted up obscenely in front, "And I'm pretty sure you didn't mind too much
what happened."

"What did you actually want, Kelley? What did you get?"  His little brother
Ethan asked.

"Shut up, Ethan."  Kelley said with a disinterested voice.

"You know, if you really don't care that much, you should help Cole out."
He said back, hopefully, wanting to see some more incredible action.

"Uh, . . that's OK."  Cole said. Despite what his penis would probably love
and enjoy, he still wasn't convinced he should or could any longer be
comfortable with this.

"Shut up, Ethan," Kelley just patiently reiterated. He would have done it
if Cole asked, because he was going to honor his word to Cole. He was,
wasn't he? And then there was his word to Ethan to let him watch. Kelley
was feeling so turned around, he wasn't sure what was up in his life. He
had even almost offered to do it on his own earlier. Why the hell would he
do that? And then turn around and question whether or not to honor the deal
at all. His world was going crazy, and his ability to grasp the sense of it
just spinning faster and throwing him out of the loop of reality. He was
too tired to deal with it right now.

"Just watch the movie."  He said to his now bored little brother.

Cole would have enjoyed the movie, but he was lost in his own thoughts. At
least his hard-on had finally worn out and diminished to a deflated
state. It's so weird, he thought. Before this morning, he was so up on this
debt Tucker had to pay. Somehow, though, he had connected with the kid and
made a friend. Or least wanted to make a friend. Maybe that was what made
him turn around - just basic respect?

The even weirder thing was that he wasn't even feeling disappointed. Just
oddly confused. Eventually he let it slide and just fell in with the flow
of the movie and enjoyed it. By the time the second movie was ten minutes
in, Ethan gave up fighting sleep and went on to bed.

Cole himself didn't last through the first half, and Kelley found himself
enjoying the almost private time he had with the onscreen action. He didn't
consciously link it to the embarrassing activities and circumstances of the
whole day; but he unconsciously realized that this was the first free
moment he had had all day. And it was, as well, the first moment that day
where he had had no one around, at least no one cognizant that he had
become anything other than the old Kelley over the past week or so. It was
as if all the world's troubles fell away while Kelley popped another bag of
popcorn and munched his way through an hour of movie stardom and special
effects.










The movie ended, and with a belly full of buttered popcorn Kelley came part
way back to his reality. He looked over at Cole, stretched out on his side
of the couch, still asleep with his mouth part way open, but not making any
noise beyond a gentle breathing. Kelley could have been good friends with
the young adolescent, and still could - he seemed like a pretty nice guy,
after all, easy to hang around, and he fit pretty well with the other
Springers when they were playing basketball. Ethan liked him also, though
that thought caused Kelley to roll his eyes and smile to himself.

Ethan. What was he going to do about Ethan?

Well, that could wait. He supposed Ethan was going to be a challenge for
years to come as he figured out how he could or should protect him, guide
him, or just worry about him. More currently, what was he going to do about
Cole? The boy looked like any regular old friend could be, asleep on his
couch like that, and a slightly older friend that Kelley might otherwise be
happy to have. All 12-year-olds like to pal around with 13 and 14-year-olds
when allowed to do so. Kelley was no different, except that he was mature
enough to have the reciprocal respect come back to him.

And except for the fact that he had had the penis of this 13-year-old in
his mouth. Several times. And the older boy had enjoyed it. Virtually
fucked his mouth. Shot his cum inside several times. It was hard for Kelley
to look at the relaxed and otherwise innocent seeming boy laying there
without now first thought being that he had tasted Cole's cum. He had
sampled this boy's own sperm and swallowed great quantities of it.

Kelley had a cold shiver run through him.

What could he do about it now? He had to play the hand that he dealt
himself. Just a bit longer and he could put this all behind him. He just
needed to finish this one debt, well two if he counted Lewis as well, and
keep Ethan more or less in line, get through this upcoming White Party
without anyone knowing about his prior indiscretions - thank god Casey
would be leaving town soon - and get this job with the Mexicans. Then life
could go back to normal. Kelley felt his blood pressure rising again. This
was too much for a kid.

Kelley took a deep breath and let it out slowly. One thing at a time. And
first thing was just going to bed and getting some sleep. Tomorrow was
Monday. He probably had two blow jobs to do, but that was tomorrow. A
different day. A different life.

"Hey, Cole, wake up," Kelley shook the older boy awake.  "Come on. You can
sleep with me in my room. It's more comfortable than down here. And my
parents won't wake you up in the morning."









Up in Kelley's room, Cole stood by Kelley's bed and watched the boy in the
bathroom brushing his teeth. Kelley seemed wholly unconcerned with Cole
sharing his bed and was just going through preparations as usual for
getting ready for bed. Cole watched him at the sink; Kelley was standing
there in nothing but boxers (he had taken off his T-shirt when he washed
his face before bed), and the vigorous teeth-brushing was being translated
through shakes in his body, even down to a jiggling of the soft globes,
encased in the even softer and surprising well fitted boxers.

A little bit of material had caught in the crack causing a nice stretch
over both buns. Together with the snug elastic lying just at the top of the
crack where Kelley's bottom swiftly rejoined his lower back, these
showcased the most excellent ass that Casey Harris and Chris Bowers had
both marveled at as they sank their dicks into the warm tightness and
banged against the pliant give of those heavenly bounds of flesh. And now
Cole absently dreamed of the same.

Of course, Cole had no way of knowing that fuckings had already transpired
in the delectable ass. No one would suspect. But his imagination did a fine
enough job, combined with his one-time experience with Aleisha, that he was
picturing himself standing behind the very good looking boy and sliding his
own hard prick in between those tight and even better looking greased up
buttocks.

Cole sprang a hard on. A very hard hard-on.  'Great' he thought 'how long
will this one take to go down?'

Just as he was about to turn away and get in bed to hide under the covers,
Kelley spit out his toothpaste, rinsed out his brush and stepped over to
the toilet. Just like that, without even closing the door, he pulled down
the front of his boxers and pulled out his soft dick to pee. If anything
said total heterosexual, if Kelley had had any doubt, then this would be
it. He was truly without any conscious thought linking his current activity
with the presence of Cole in the other room. They were both guys and the
fact that the door was wide open had no registry with Kelley's brain. He
needed to pee before going to bed; that was all.

But Cole, well, he couldn't turn off the part of his brain that
noticed. Here he was getting turned on by the younger boy's clothed ass,
and here the same boy was hauling out his penis for all to see. OK, granted
there was enough distance and it was soft enough that Cole really didn't
see anything definite. But it certainly didn't help Cole's own peter to
soften any, and just the intimacy of the act was plenty sufficient to
guarantee that his dick was simply NOT going to go down on its own.

Cole didn't have a plan, he didn't even know what it was he WANTED to do,
just that he HAD to do something. But what? But what? WHAT was exactly the
thought rambling around in his randy brain at the moment, looking for
roots, some relevance, some context, some direction. All Cole could think
clearly at that moment was that he was regretting that his mom had ever
come by with a change of clothes, most definitely including the boxers he
was now wearing.

Cole had moved to the other side of the bed while his mind tried to sort
this out. He simply had to come up with a reason to not wear the boxers to
bed. But what would it be?? And why exactly, again, was he needing to do
this?

He couldn't figure that last part out at the moment, but meanwhile, and
without even thinking, he slipped down his cotton knit boxers and watched
his own raging hard-on pop out, amazed at the sight of it, as if it was an
event he seldom, instead of nightly, witnessed.

Before he could clear his mind and decide on why he had done this, he heard
Kelley start to come out of the bathroom. But he couldn't freak out his
younger host as he just stood there, now inexplicably naked and sporting
five or so inches of a saluting steel mast. Cole grabbed up a portion of
the sheets and held it in front of him, except that the way he was holding
it covered only his erection and balls. His naked form down the hips and
all of his left leg could be seen by Kelley as he walked up to the
bed. Holding his T-shirt and about to put it back on.

"Um," Kelley hesitated in putting his shirt back on as he looked somewhat
surprised at the now naked teenager on the other side of his bed.  "Why are
you, uh, . . . ."

Kelley couldn't seem to finish his question, and Cole began to blush
profusely. Now what in hell made me do this, he thought. Clearly
embarrassed and with his boxers in a puddle at his feet. He had to think of
something, even if it sounded lame, he needed to think of something.

"I, uh, . . . sorry, I thought we, um, weren't wearing anything to bed."

Kelley was about to respond 'Well, that was before your mom brought you
some clothes', but the well-bred host in him recognized the acute
embarrassment in his guest and made an automatic adjustment in his
response.  "Um, oh yeah, sure . . . uh . . . forgot."

He smiled, though he couldn't help but think how weird this seemed and
felt.. Oh well, it wasn't like it hadn't already been a weird day, and a
plenty weird enough week. Kelley dropped his shirt at his bedside, but
turned around to take off his own boxers. As he bent over and picked one
leg up to pull them off his feet, his creamy white globes parted farther
down to show the valley and just the slightest, but oh-so-sweetest, glimpse
of his small flesh toned pucker with the hint of pink darkness drawing the
eye in.

"Fuck," Cole breathed out quietly as he saw this.

OK, well maybe not so quietly as Kelley turned around at the word to catch
Cole staring at his mid-section. He tugged the sheet and pulled it away,
revealing the older boy's hard cock, harder than he remembered ever seeing
it before, even when he went down on it.

"Oh, uh, sorry Kelley, I mean Tuck-, I mean Kelley, I mean . . .
whatever. Sorry, dude. I can't help it."  Cole meant to reach down and
cover up some of his privates with his hand, but he instead just grabbed
his dick, gave it a half jerk without even thinking about it, and held it
there, pulling the loose skin back so that the flared head was even more
inflamed and striking and incredibly good feelings flowed down his rod of
flesh and deeper into the very core of his boyness of being.

"It's just . . . I mean, I'm not gay or anything - honest - but when I see
your body, and you're naked and all, or even just kind look like you could
be, I just get so freaking hard and horny . . . ah, fuck, you probably
think I'm some kind of freakin' weirdo. A fucking pervert, or something."

"No . . . look, it's cool. Don't worry about it, Cole. We don't have to
sleep naked. I mean, we both have boxers now . . . "

"NO!"  Oops. Cole blushed even more with his full mast still wagging
stiffly in the openness. He didn't mean to say that that quickly, or that
loudly. He pulled the sheet back up to cover himself.  "I mean . . ."  Cole
blushed further trying to cover his enthusiasm, and his weird uncertain
hope, "yeah, I guess we could, I just, you know, it's my only clean pair
and, uh, I, uh . . . thought you said, uh . . . oh shit you probably think
I'm . . . "

Cole was trying to keep himself from glancing down at the perfect soft
penis just hanging in front of a relaxed scrotum with two well-formed and
noticeable balls, nice-sized for a 12-year-old. The boy's balls were still
hairless and just above them was a nice small patch of curly honey brown
hairs, orderly and together, not wild like Cole's own incipient patch of
much plainer brown hairs.

'Shit,' Cole said to himself and closed his eyes, 'I'm staring all at his
junk.'

He averted his eyes up to Kelley's face - the cute boyish face with the
slightly curly mop of brown hair on top. It was better combed earlier in
the day, but it was even more boyish and age-defining now at the end of the
day just as the perfectly formed naked boy was readying himself to slip in
between the sheets.

'And right next to me.'  Cole thought.

"What?"

"Huh?"  Cole asked, a bit stunned, "Uh, did I say something out loud?"

"No, you didn't finish what you were going to say, but it's ok, you don't
have to. I guess it doesn't matter. It's not like I haven't seen anything
you got before," Kelley gave a small laugh, trying to make himself feel
more comfortable. Why did he suddenly feel so naked himself?

"Cool."  Cole felt a bit better and let the sheet fully drop back on to the
bed, now wholly exposing his leaking eager cock.  "Um . . . heh . . . is
this going to be OK?"

Kelley put on his best face; he had a feeling that one of those two blow
jobs he owed might be coming real soon.  "It's Ok," he croaked slightly as
he tried to make something of a joke out of it, "I guess that's the only
way I've ever seen it."

"Yeah, uh . . . sorry about that."

"Uh, it's uh . . yeah, you know. Um, you ready to go to sleep then?"
Kelley asked, hopeful that there wasn't anything left to this other than
just being very uncomfortable.

Was he really going to crawl into bed naked with an excessively randy, also
naked boy? Truth is, he was too embarrassed to be the one to get dressed
first. Ironically, he felt that that would make the situation all the more
awkward.

Now that was fucked up. He sure hoped the rest of his life didn't become
this whacked out.

"Well, um, Kelley, I mean, uh, Tucker, right? Uh, Tucker, since were both
. . . you know . . . there was something that I haven't seen before. Um, I
asked you once, but I guess I wasn't so nice then. I'd still like to, if
that's cool, I mean, since we're both naked and all."

Kelley was stunned. Did he really want to do this?  He knew what Cole
wanted; Cole wanted to look at his butthole. It just seemed strange that a
boy would want to look at something like that. It was so gross.

"Why do you want to see that?"

"I don't know. Just kinda always wanted to, never have."

"What about that Aleisha girl? You must have seen it before you . . . uh
. .. . you know."

"That was just like an in and out thing. Didn't really get a chance to
look.. It was actually at a party, and there was another guy before me and
one after me. She was kinda drunk, and I guess the whole thing was kinda
gross and not right totally, you know. Just never felt right. Besides it
was dark, and I was scared her parents were gonna come downstairs at any
moment. And I'd kinda just like to see one that's, um, cleaner. Not slimy
and with a bunch of people around. And, uh, kinda always wondered what a
boy would look like. You know, I tried looking at myself in the mirror and,
. . . uh . . .. ahh just forget it. I can't believe I'm so fucking
stupid. I'm sorry."

Cole started reaching for his boxers to pull them up. Kelley wished he knew
why his now getting dressed was making him more uncomfortable than when
they were both going to bed naked together. (Man, how weird is that?)
Maybe it was just because there was now this "thing" between them that was
going to be unresolved. Was that somehow worse than getting over something
done in the privacy of his room? Oh what the hell, why not? It was just a
look, like a little kid's show and tell. It was weird, but what could it
hurt?

"Cole . .  . It's cool. You can look. I don't mind. It's no big deal."

"You serious?"  Cole was halfway up his legs with his boxers. Kelley
secretly wished he would keep going and cover up completely, but no, he let
them drop back to the floor and stepped out of them.

"Sweet. Dude. You are the coolest. You don't think I'm . . . .  I mean
. . .. Thanks, dude."

In the end Cole tried to shrug off his discomfort over what Kelley might
think about him.

"So, how, uhm, do you want me to . . ."  Kelley asked with uncertain hand
signals.

Cole asked Kelley to lay down on his stomach. He said that just bending
over would make him feel like some kindergartner doing show and tell and
that would be too weird. ('THAT would be too weird?'  Kelley thought -
nevertheless he did as Cole asked.)

Cole climbed up on the bed and got between Kelley's spread legs, as the boy
lay face down, with his head resting on the pillow. Cole took in the
flawless skin, tan along the back of the legs and down the smooth, somewhat
muscular back without a blemish to be found. And there before his eyes a
feast of creamy flesh smoothly rounded up in a bum of heaven's dreams. Cole
couldn't believe his fortunes. He was going to be able to lay hands on that
ass.

But first, he was going to take it in, even has his cock leaked and a drip
of precum fell from the tip to land on the back of Kelley's scrotum just
where the boy's legs parted. Cole looked at the tan line, just beginning to
deepen now at the start of summer, but multiple days of skinny dipping in
the creek over the years lessened the contrast somewhat. Right below the
tan line the two mounds of slightly quivering flesh rounded out at a sharp
incline to make a full, but definitely not fat, butt. It was more than a
couple of handfuls, but still the beginning muscular gluteal trim of an
active 12-year-old boy beginning to show.

The creamy mounds met at a luscious and oh-so-tempting crack that Cole's
eyes followed downward, slightly darkening inward, the shadows elongating
as the cheeks began to separate toward the base, but the mounds staying
just as round and tempting. Cole looked downward and stared down where that
hole was, the cheeks just barely separated to give only the tiniest hint at
the well of luxury within.

Cole took a deep breath, partly feeling like he could pass out at any
moment. The thought was just too unbelievable that he was going to get to
touch those pillows of flesh. Cole stifled a groan of pleasure, though he
couldn't stop a healthy leak of fluid continuing to fall down onto the back
of Kelley's balls, as he reached down with both hands and took the pair of
warm globes into his hands and felt the contact of flesh between butt and
hands. He experimentally gave a light squeeze and felt gratification run
between the palms of his hands and the contracting muscles, feeling the
responsive life within those asscheeks flowing straight up his arms and
into his happiness.

This was heaven. This really was.

Cole almost kneaded into the buttocks, wanting, needing, more of that
gratification, and all the while losing the hold on his quiet gasps, as he
massaged open the asscheeks and got an even better glimpse inside.

"Are you done?"


"Almost," Cole replied in a rushed hoarse voice. He grabbed a firmer hold
of those edible mounds and held them open to reveal the small slightly open
hole at the center of the valley within. Cole just stared in astonishment
at the marvel before him.  "Wow . . . ."

"What?"  Kelley craned his head back a bit, feeling strange just laying
there while another boy's warm hands were holding his buttcheeks open.

"Nothing, it's just so . . ."  I can't say beautiful, Cole thought, but he
really thought it. Instead he just finished with hushed marvel, ". . . so
awesome."

Cole continued holding and lightly massaging the cheeks and reached in with
a thumb to caress the outer edge of the anal verge. It was clean and only a
faintly darker hue than the surrounding skin with a hint of a swirl that
delved into a well of flesh that led to a promise of entrancement within, a
darker level of rose plunging into the unknown. As he experimentally ran
his thumb along the surprisingly clean and moist flesh, he elicited a gasp
and an involuntary mild jerk from Kelley as the boy simultaneously pulled
away from the unexpected surprise of touch in such a private nether region
and yet also subconscious lifting his waist to push the valley upward and
into more contact with the welcome subtle pleasure that radiated around the
swirl, deep into his bowels and straight up his spine to be redistributed
by his brain as calm and confusion wrapped up into one.

"Ooh," That was cool, Cole thought as he saw Kelley's reaction and the hole
wink at him to open more, as if an invitation, an invitation that was
processed quickly to great satisfaction in Cole's deeper mind. As he tried
to put it all together in the frontal part of his brain, he left off with
his exploration, released the desirable cheeks and leaned forward, bringing
his cock up, dripping along the lower crack. The head of his cock first
scraped along the skin of the delve between the uplift of the mounds and
then with the lubrication of dripping precum penetrated between those hills
and slipped along the floor of Kelley's boyish divide, nestling snuggly
between, while Cole brought himself into a recline, hovering just a
fraction of an inch above Kelley's back, enough to feel the living warmth
emanating. Then, as if by signal, when he heard the restrained whispered
gasp of anticipation from the bottom boy, he lowered his weight onto him,
almost
 eliciting a contented sigh from both.

Poor Kelley's body luxuriated in the covered warmth and the almost
protective aspect that any human would respond to. It was at odds with the
psycho-physical need to reject the unnatural closeness. But even this was
lost in the sexual feel that had become so twisted in the last few weeks
that he wasn't sure anymore what were good or bad indicators of
progression. At some point an elicitation of sexual pleasure became
isolated from the comfortable planned opinions that adolescence was meant
to guide us through. Kelley was drifting into, though still trying to
fight, this nebula of social entropy with sexual energy.

He often wondered about this supposed internal structure of immunity he was
supposed to carry and how he ended up in this state. He could never work it
out in his head, though at times he could sense its protective aspects. He
didn't realize, however, that the protection it afforded wasn't a defensive
mechanism, just a stabilizing energy that radiated through his senses and
body. However, it didn't protect him from his own choices, and the natural
fluxes of burgeoning adolescence and blossoming sexual response, as well as
sexual identity, weren't helping still the disturbance he created in the
whirlwind fallout from bad decisions earlier in the month.

The irony was, all he had wanted to do was shortcut the problems he thought
would interfere with meeting girls in middle school and high school,
meeting the girls that were beginning to fill his thoughts, vaguely at
first, and then more specifically, as he daydreamed from time to time in
school, and at night when his hand found his new best friend that amplified
those daydreams to extreme heights that flooded the whole of his nervous
system.

But now, despite all that, here he lay, days from the last jerk-off, in
fact he didn't even want to think about what got him off the last two
times; unfortunately it wasn't his own hand, nor was he alone, and both
times his body seemed to be at the mercy of another boy and totally
responding in a way that his mind told him that it shouldn't be. And it
wasn't a fantasy with a girl producing the current comfortable feelings
fighting the uncomfortable ones. It was the warm and sensuous naked body of
a young teen boy.

Cole's penis was throbbing and at a very tense rest between the bottom
cheeks of Kelley; but knowing that the tight dark hole was opening just a
bit as an invitation, was too much to be satisfied with what already was an
intense dream come true.

"Hey, Tucker," Cole started in a hoarse but quiet voice at the back of
Kelley's head, "The first time you . . . . . . blew . . . Lewis, uh, that
wasn't your first time was it?"

Kelley hesitated, unsure of where to take this or let it go. He couldn't
bring himself to lie.  "No, it wasn't the first. But it almost was."

"'Almost was', heh heh. That's funny."  Cole responded, still in his
anticipatory hoarse whisper. He moved his head to where he was just over
Kelley's ear "Uh, so, have you ever, um, had anything put in your
. . . . uh, your hole?"

The hesitation was longer by a few seconds this time, but eventually Kelley
responded with a simple, quiet, and resigned, "Yeah."

"A dick?"

"Yeah."

"Can I, please Kelley?"  Cole reverted back to Kelley's real name, closing
in on the unexamined intimacy of the moment.  "Can I put it in?"

Kelley paused again, and then gave an almost inaudible, "OK."

"Sweet."  Cole flattened out his pelvic area against Kelley's rump,
bringing his cock backwards down the naked valley. He couldn't help but
reverse it and try a few more times and slid his penis back and forth in
the valley.  "Oh . . . oh fuck . . . oh gawd I'm gonna cum on your ass, or
between it, or whatever, and I want to cum inside your ass. Dude, are you
ready?"

As he asked, Cole pulled up a bit and reached down and took a hold of his
slickened dick and moved the head farther down the valley and placed it at
the inviting hole.

Kelley felt the head pressed against the floor of his crack and could tell
as it was dragged down between his cheeks that the precum and existing
moisture from the bodies in such close contact had slickened Cole and
himself up, possibly sufficiently, but as he felt the head suddenly now
pressing against and then into his already untensing hole, he called a
halt, somewhat in fear of the unknown. He had never done this without
lotion, Vaseline, or something.

"No, wait. You have to put more . . . stuff . . . on it. To make it
slicker, cause I think it can hurt if you don't; I don't know, but I don't
want it to hurt."

"I'm already pretty slippery. C'mon, please Tucker, I'm going to cum real
quick."

"No, just hold it. I got some stuff. Promise."

Cole rolled off, though he almost came just from seeing another
unobstructed view of Kelley's unblemished ass, and again after Kelley got
out of bed and trod back to the bathroom. As he did this Cole watched the
beautiful buttcheeks moving independently against each other with the
motion of Kelley's stride. Once Kelley was in the bathroom and searching in
one of the cabinets, Cole got a profile view through the doorway and could
see that the younger boy was somewhat hard. His four inches weren't nearly
as rigid as Cole's larger dick, but there was enough of a lift that it was
sticking straight out from his body as he searched the cabinet.

Soon Kelley was walking back to the bed with a small jar of Vaseline in
hand. He held it out to Cole, but drew in a sharp breath from surprise and
pleasure as the older boy instead reached out for his smaller erection.

"That's nice, Tucker. Shit, you're hard for this, too."  Cole said as he
slowly jerked Kelley's dick.

"Ahh . . . fu- . . .shhesshh . . . can . . ah . . we . . .um . . .just
start . . . augh fffuuuhhooh . . . please . . ."

The 'please' was really to stop the jerking, it was somewhat embarrassing,
but the pleasure made him powerless to pull back on his own. The nakedness
of the two boys and the naughtiness of the situation primed him for being
led sexually that evening. Unfortunately for him, Cole took the 'please' to
mean that the boy was truly eager for the fucking. Cole let go of Kelley's
dick and grabbed an arm instead, pulling the confused boy down onto him,
face to face.

Cole reached down and grabbed a chunk of ass and began roughly massaging
it..  "That's cool with me, I'm ready to start too. I'd ask you to put the
stuff on me, but I think I would cum while you were doing it."

Cole rolled Kelley off of him and had him get back in the same position. He
then took his own pillow and put it under Kelley to prop up the ass for a
little better access. Cole's left hand cupped Kelley's balls from behind,
not knowing how sensitive Kelley was there to stimulation once his ass was
being reamed - Kelley himself may not even have fully put that together,
after all this was only his fourth fuck.

The thumb from the same hand reached up to the partially opening hole and
began massaging and tugging at the lower boundaries, eliciting some
smothered moans and - humiliating for the poor boy, though his body seemed
to act of its own accord - a few gyrating movements of his ass in response
to the thumb, an unconscious and un willing signal for more.

With his right hand, Cole popped off the lid of the Vaseline and slathered
his dick carefully. He then waddled on his knees into position behind
Kelley and pointed his dickhead in the direction of the hidden valley. Like
a missile seeking its target, he watched his dickhead plunge into and be
wholly swallowed by the fleshy mounds and find its blind target, feeling
the heat and the give of the contact of the pliable muscle. The shaft and
the boy's own weight drove the head onward and he easily penetrated the
tight and enveloping inner confines that then quickly wrapped and squeezed
the whole of the first inch of shaft after the head, where the greatest
concentration of nerves were singing out to his brain and gave the rest of
his body a swan song of exuberance and conquer, of the break of the line of
pleasure into ecstasy; and with one steady plunge deep into the warm
bowels, there was a resonant song of impending orgasm.

Indeed, Cole barely managed to pull back the slightest of an inch before
slamming in and pressing all the give in those cheeks flat against Kelley's
frame. It was as if Cole was try to literally crawl into Kelley's own body
as an eruption of warm cum flooded his insides. Cole groaned out his orgasm
into Kelley's hair above and grinded it out against his hairless cheeks
below. He held it in, literally grinding into the asshole as his insides
and dick exploded shot after shot after shot and he bumped the bone he was
pummeling with microthrusts, as he was lost in the smell of Kelley's
shampoo:

"Unnaaauunghh . . . . . . . . . . . .  aauunnggh . . . . . . . .
. . . .UUNgghh . . . . . . . . . Unghh . . . . UNGH . . . . . aaohh
. . fuCK . . . . . . . . . shhee .  . ohhh . . gawd . . . . . . . . . . . "

Cole breathed hard a few times, like a man who was still very much alive,
but facing the last moments of life.  "Fuck . . .  that was . . . . oh
. . . fuck."

The last one was said with such finality; but despite the mind blowing
experience, Cole didn't lose his drive and kept his pubic bone locked hard
into those squashable melons. He was breathing heavy into the back of
Kelley's hair but held his place and kept that hole open and under
pressure.

Kelley himself was contributing to the lockdown as he pushed up and back
into Cole's pelvic area, keeping himself embedded, but not consciously and
not for the same reason as Cole. From the moment Kelley felt the slicked
dickhead at his back door pressing in for entry, he braced himself for the
opening of his hole. As the dick advanced inward it stretched his hole
wide, he pressed back, subconsciously attempting to keep the dick from
pulling back, keeping the stretched hole from being tugged backward, as
well, while his anus grew accustomed to it's new width.

Even as he felt his bowels being filled with the warm sperm of another boy,
his concentration was on handling the teenagers cock filling his back end,
while his freer mind roamed around for an answer as to why he was even
doing this.

"Don't pull out! Not yet!" Kelley said when he felt the slightest tug.

"Don't . . . whew . . . don't worry, dude. I haven't fucked you yet. I so,
so wanna do that."

"But you've already . . . . ."  Kelley grimaced before he could say it,
"you've already cum in my butt."

"Yeah," Cole said, suddenly feeling a second rush come into him as he
thought of what lay just ahead.  "I came in your butt, . . . . . but I
haven't fucked your butt, yet. And that . . ."

Kelley suddenly realized that he wasn't feeling so stretched, but he also
realized that the new sensation back there was the dick re-expanding as
Cole amazingly grew again, lengthened and widened in renewed effort after
such a short down time, so great was the seduction of Kelley's ass.

" . . . and that, Tucker . . . ."

Kelley gasped as he felt the movement of the shaft leaving his hole.

" . . . .that is what I want more . . . . "

Kelley felt the re-expanded dick stretch him open more as it slid back in
to the hilt, jarring his buttbone and quivering those ass cheeks
['oouungh!!'].

" . . . . more than anything I've ever wanted."

['AauhnGH!!'] Fuck! Kelley thought, as another drive inward hit totally
different sensors around the fully stretched anal muscle and deeper inside
as well.

"Let me fuck you, Tucker, Please?"

2 and a half inches pulled out this time and slid back in.

"UnnghOo . . . . . . Oh . . . .. ungh . . . OK . . . . "

Kelley was suddenly acutely aware that he was soon going to be at the mercy
of his own pent-up sexual frustrations being released untimely by another
boy's dick. He did not wish for this to be the case, but it was coming
nonetheless. He relaxed his body and lay, his own erect penis rocking into
the pillow propping up his pelvis. He gave in and accepted what was coming
in actuality and in base stimulation.

Cole followed the body in its relaxation without missing any rhythm in his
in and out slide, no longer pounding, but almost making love to the still
tight 12-year-old bottom. Cole wrapped his arms underneath Kelley,
breathing warm and heavy into the damp nape of the boy's neck, one hand
sliding down the younger boy's muscular abdomen searching for that small
nest of pubic hair, and the other hand slid along the boy's chest, finding
and caressing a pert nipple.

Kelley was now moving with Cole, reacting to the pumping of his rectum, the
friction across his penis, the searching hand heading down south, the
stimulation of his nipples, he couldn't help but push back into the boy,
bring himself into even closer contact with his whole body, forgetting,
unbelievably, that he was getting fucked, and instead just feeling the
physical and sexual pleasure.

Despite having just shot a load in Kelley's bottom, the dream cum true, as
it was, for Cole, it was entirely too much stimulation to last as long as a
second time around should. He was at first slowly moving his whole hard
shaft in and out of the exquisite love muscle of the boy under him, but as
much as he wanted this to last, he was very soon feeling the urge to
increase his pace and the desire only allowed moving in and out and in and
out, first three, and then two inches at a time. He began more rapidly
pumping Kelley's ass, conscious of the moans of the boy below him, moans
that just brought him higher and higher to the point where the bubble was
about to burst.

And then . . .

"Ouunngh fuuucKK . . . . "

Two bubbles popped in the same instant. Kelley's eyes flew open and with a
grunt he flooded the pillow below him, even as he felt his ass compressed
tight by Cole's hips and Cole's arms pull him in tight. The orgasm was so
strong he couldn't tell how many more spurts of boy semen went up his
rectum. Afterward, he was just worn out. Totally fucked. Physically,
mentally, emotionally, and orgasmically. His mind was a mess, but he would
sort it out in the morning.

Cole himself was just as worn out. He dribbled out the last of his semen as
he panted into the back of Kelley's damp hair, and his deflating penis
finally slipped from Kelley's hole. He held himself a bit longer there,
pressing his softening penis into the used warm crack. His last thought as
he rolled off the boy was the inner turmoil now stirred up - between
feeling randy versus gay, making a friend vs distancing who could have been
a friend, normal vs abnormal, clean vs dirty, right vs wrong . . . . the
turmoils swept him away into a cloud of sleep and dreams. He didn't find
any resolution, but the overriding emotion was still peace; and he slept
well.

Cole was already asleep when Kelley recovered himself from his out of mind
and out of body orgasmic experience. Now back in his plain old Tucker body
and soul, he had the same doubts in his mind, though his whirlwind was
stronger. He thought maybe he kept giving-in because this should, in a
12-year-old's mind, make the abnormality more normal. The more you do it,
the more it's OK, or something like that.

He got up to clean himself off and get a new pillowcase, but as he moved
through the motions of these things, he was having a hard time pinning down
really why he was making any of these decisions.

And were they even decisions? It was if some ancient human demon, more in
the sense of the daemon, had welled up and caused or agreed to events that
simply carried him along.

In the morning, he thought.

In the morning, he had to sit down and think about the myriad of issues
causing him stress. The strange and severe turn of events that he had never
expected in this boy's life. And he would have to make some decisions. Some
planned and understood decisions.

But for all the stress, as he laid himself down again, as much as his
conscious mind did not like what had happened, and for all the turmoil his
emotions and his id were embattled, his body was amazingly relaxed.

And he closed his eyes and went to sleep.