Date: Tue, 24 Feb 2009 22:09:14 +0000 (GMT)
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Chapter 21a

Kids of Indian Spring
by Jonas Henley

Chapter 21a

My apologies to American fans of basketball if i butchered the rules.
jonas_henley at domain yahoo dot co dot uk


Monday, 19 June 1995
8:35 am

Ashton had the sheet raised and was looking underneath. He knew Ethan
didn't have hairs yet, but his thingy was getting bigger. Ashton knew his
own would get bigger some day, too; and one day he would start to get some
hairs like Kelley. He had moved on from Ethan's room to Kelley's and now
had his oldest brother's sheet raised. Stevie's brother Joey had a couple
hairs starting. Ashton saw them last night when he and Stevie and Joey got
in their hot tub.

But Kelley had more. He was looking at them now; observing calmly the honey
brown hairs just at the base of his older brother's penis. And Kelley's
friend was also naked underneath the sheet, but he had different
hairs. They weren't as nice and neat and in one area like Kelley's; and
they were longer and even darker.

The other boy had bigger nuts and penis too. A lot bigger, right now, as
his penis was swollen like Ethan's always was in the morning. But Ashton
didn't see Ethan's penis much anymore, because Ethan was always telling him
to get out his room. Kelley never did that.

At that point, Kelley woke and pulled the sheet down. He reached out with
one arm and gently pushed his youngest brother back as he tried to clear
the sleep out of his eyes with his other hand.

"Ashton, what are you doing here?"

"It smells funny in here."  Was all the tow-head little boy said. His hair
was even fairer than Ethan's, but it could be because Ashton practically
lived outside. The boy was almost never inside except after dinner; even
then sometimes he had to be called back in, despite the season.

"What?"  Kelley asked, now fully coming awake. He sniffed the air, and even
he could tell the slight stale boy smell in the air, mixed with dried cum
and used ass. Not that Ashton would know those smells, but Kelley wondered
how much more noticeable it was to someone who hadn't slept in it all
night.. Hopefully his mom hadn't come in.

"I said it smells funny. It smells kinda like Caleb's room, Rich's
brother. And kinda like Ethan's. And kinda like a bathroom. But I can still
smell your room underneath."

Kelley couldn't help but laugh. Maybe it wasn't so bad. After all, it was
just Ashton. The boy had a nose like a bloodhound. It was the joke every
year at his birthday to change the inside layer of icing in his favorite
cake and see if he could tell what it was just by smelling the
outside. Despite the overlying half inch of rich chocolate icing, the
burning candles and the smell of fresh chocolate chip cookies in the air,
he had never been wrong.. Last year it was cherry, but at his 9th birthday
this year, just two weeks ago he just took in a big breath of the chocolate
icing and smiled and said, 'Cool, I like blueberries.'

"Ashton," Kelley said again, now completely awake and leaning up on his
arm. This caused the sheet to raise up and show a slim wedge of flesh that
tapered out to the knees. Anyone else would have gasped and found it hard
to not look. Ashton would either look without caring what anyone thought or
not look because he didn't care; it was all the same to him.  "What are you
doing home? You're supposed to be at Stevie's."

"I am at Stevie's. I just came to get some jars. We're gonna catch some
tadpoles at the Spring and see if anybody left anything cool at the picnic
tables yesterday."

"OK. Hey, is Ethan up?"

"No, he's still asleep. Want me to get him up?"

"No! I mean, no. That's OK. Let him sleep a bit longer. I'll get him
up. You go have fun at the creek."

"OK. Hey, who's that?"

"His name is Cole. Let him sleep; maybe you can meet him later."

"OK. His thing's got big like Ethan's does in the morning."

"Yeah, well, mine gets like that too, sometimes. It does when you get older
and have to pee in the morning."

"Don't you have to pee?"

"I went already. Go play, Ashton."

"OK. Bye Kelley!"  Ashton ran out and back downstairs to find some empty
jars that still had lids.

Kelley pushed the sheets away and sat at the side of the bed. He had in
fact woken up a couple hours ago and gone to the bathroom. It wasn't so
much the urge to pee that got him up as the need to clear his bowels. He
could still go for a pee, but more so for a general shower. He felt dirty -
a little inside and a lot outside.

Cole had been awake for the last of Kelley's and Ashton's conversation. He
now opened his eyes and stared at Kelley's smooth and clear tan back down
to the naked butt as it rested on the side of the bed, pushing up the rumps
to accentuate the rise from the back at the crack. It was a beautiful sight
and he swelled the rest of the way to a full erection as he thought about
his dick having slid up that boy. He almost groaned at the sight as Kelley
stood up and showed the full moon view of previously invaded perfection.

Kelley turned and saw Cole was awake. The tan boy looked a bit sheepish and
embarrassed but still managed to keep that look of total humble
self-confidence. He didn't try to cover up, just said good morning to Cole
and walked over to his dresser to get clothes for the day.

"I'm going to get another shower. You can too, when I'm done, and then we
can get some cereal or something for breakfast."

Cole leisurely jacked off while he listened to the shower running and
thought about Kelley's naked body under the warm shower spray. He thought
about how much he would love to be in that shower, to take a shower with
the boy. He initially had to pull his hand back at the shock of the
perverted thoughts he was having; but just as surely as any horny teenage
boy, his hand found its way back down all of its own. The next two times he
had to stop and pull his hand away was just to keep from cumming all over
Kelley's sheets.

It wouldn't have mattered much since Kelley's own cum had been shot on the
other side of Cole's pillowcase and got on the sheets as well. Not to
mention whatever came off Cole's penis after he pulled out. But Cole wasn't
thinking about any of that. He was only thinking of the perfect taut
12-year-old body now stretched out under the steam and stream of the
shower, just inside the open door of the bathroom, but out of his field of
vision.

Eventually, the shower cut off and Kelley stepped out. Cole quit jerking
off, partly because he didn't want to get caught, partly because he knew
how embarrassing it would be to have fresh cum found in another boy's bed,
and honestly partly because he wanted to sit on the end of Kelley's side of
the bed and get a better view of Kelley drying off and dressing.

Cole's penis wavered in an erotic and tortured salute as he watched the boy
bend over in the bathroom and pull on his boxers, showing the utterly
delicious crack and then up over the rump of apt fleshfulness. The boxers
fit perfectly. The boy then put on his deodorant, his few underarm hairs
maybe more imagined than seen from this distance, but still lightly
noticeable, and then he pulled on his T-shirt and came back into the room,
only giving Cole's very obvious erection the shortest of glances.

"The shower's all yours."  Kelley told Cole.

Cole would have ordinarily been extraordinarily embarrassed at the sight he
was presenting to another boy, this even on top of being the only boy in
the room actually naked. However, his mind was too clouded by his
horniness. He watched as Kelley came near and began taking the pillowcases
off the pillows and starting to strip the sheets from the bed. As the boy
bent over the bed, Cole couldn't help himself. Without even thinking he
reached out and ran his hand across the front of Kelley's boxers and cupped
the boy's nuts, even as he himself leaned forward a bit to stare at and
imagine the twin globes underneath that thin layer of cotton, that warm ass
he had so recently, and still quite unbelievably, fucked.

Kelley didn't flinch or even seem to notice. He also didn't seem the least
bit interested. He just kept to his task at hand and said, "Go get a shower
dude; I have to clean up before my brother wakes up."

Cole sighed and got up and went to the shower, which felt warm and good
across the whole of his body as he had another amazing, but so much
lonelier, orgasm. Unfortunately this one was just against the wall of a
shower stall unused to receiving his cum, and probably barely used to
receiving cum at all, but nothing like the receptacles he had had as of
late. Was he now spoiled for ass and mouth? Had meeting Kelley ruined the
maximum joy he could have received from the adolescent lifetime of
jack-offs for which he was previously destined?

No doubt that his future self-initiated orgasms were dimmer already.

By the time that Cole got out of the shower, he found his boxers on the
counter where Kelley must have put them. The window was open in Kelley's
room. It smelled fresher and there were already clean sheets on the bed. He
went downstairs to find the boy and heard the laundry machine starting.

Damn the boy worked fast. He clearly wanted all evidence of what had
happened gone. Of course, if it had been at Cole's house, even still
playing the top, he would also want all the evidence gone. He just didn't
think he would be able to think things out like Kelley.

"Hey, cool, you're clean.," Kelley said nonchalantly, "You mind going back
up and waking up Ethan? I'll get some breakfast going. Maybe make some eggs
and sausage. It's pretty easy to do."

Cole nodded and went back upstairs to Ethan's room. He had never been in
here last night. He looked at the posters on the wall of various young
teenage boy stars. All in somewhat hot poses. Cole tried not to laugh. It
could almost be a girl's room except for the blue walls and the various
sports paraphernalia spread about. There was a pair of discarded boxers on
the floor, and he wondered if Ethan had slept naked as well?

He gently shook the boy awake. Ethan woke and yawned, almost instantly
smiling up at the handsome teen with appreciation of being woken by such a
vision that had just stepped tight out of one of his posters.

"Cool. Hey Cole," Ethan said, staring at the muscular chest, the hardening
nipples, down the flat abdomen and across the cloth bulge beginning to
distend again the knit cotton boxers of the 13-year-old.

"Hey, little dude. You're brother said to get you up. I think he's making
some breakfast. Hey, um, are you, um, naked under the sheet, too?"

"Too? Were you and Kelley last night? Did you guys do anything? Why didn't
you come and get me?"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down. We didn't do anything, just slept. That's
all. Never slept naked with a guy before, though. It was pretty coo-uh
. . . different. Pretty different."

"You can try it with me some night," Ethan said. It wasn't said
seductively, just in plain matter-of-fact boyspeak, except that as he said
it he sat up so that the top sheet fell into his lap and his naked back
down to the tops of his buttocks where they were perched in the bedsheets
were open to view to Cole. Cole was stunned momentarily by the much
appreciated sight that he missed seeing Ethan's hand reach out and grab a
hold of the front of his boxers, fully enveloping his enlarging dick
through the woven cotton.

"Oh fuck," Cole said quietly, surrendering the front of his boxers to the
younger boy and leaning into the bed.

Ethan giggled, even as he was transfixed by the heft and size and feel of a
much older penis - 'much' meaning three years. But so far he had only felt
Jeremy's dick. And once Kelley's - that was cool. Oh yeah, he forgot about
Tripp. He had felt that boy's naked dick a few times. And last week Cal
Brewer sat back in a chair at his house and let Ethan feel along the
outside of some khaki pants, groping as the older boy's dick grew, moving
his hand up to pull down the zipper, only to have to stop as his dad
started in through the front door. And Kelley put a stop to getting with
Cal anymore, at least until this weekend.

Ethan smiled at that last thought as he continued to work Cole's dick
through that thin fabric. It was really becoming pronounced as Cole
couldn't help but show his pleasure at this unexpected manipulation. Ethan
suddenly giggled again as he thought about one more. He had forgotten about
a few days ago when his hand brushed up against 11 1/2 year old Harry
Finney's dick during a basketball game. It was at first truly an accident,
but as he pressed in a little to get an impression of the faintly larger
and better filled crotch, he noticed Harry didn't move away. But Ethan was
too nervous to take it further, as he knew that the Finney boys definitely
did NOT sway that way in the least. Still, it had been a brief and
delightful moment - and surely Harry must have noticed?

""What's so funny?"  Cole asked in an almost dreamy voice.

The boy was dishy, no denying. Ethan just smiled and said, "Just thinking?"

"Of what?"  Cole hoarsely asked as he leaned in more, feeling himself being
subtly pulled forward.

"Of how much I like boy's things."  Ethan shrugged as though he had said
the most natural thing in the world, which for the given circumstances may
have been just natural enough. He punctuated it by pulling the boy fully
onto the bed by his dick. Ethan pulled the sheet up, offering his
beautiful, unblemished and still hairless body to the teen.  "Come on in,
It's nice and warm."

Cole's body flowed in with the boy's invitation and soon found himself
under the sheet, holding the 10 year old naked body against his own.

"Mmm. It is warm in here."  Cole sighed.

Ethan practically purred into Cole and took a deep breath through the clean
underam hairs of the recently washed warm flesh.

"You feel real nice, Ethan."  Cole said quietly. It was uncertain who the
poor teenager was talking to though as his conflicting feelings, emotions,
sense of right and wrong and honor to a friend, namely Ethan's fiercely
protective brother, all went into a spin cycle through his mind.

Ethan rolled on top and pulled himself up, his naked crotch nestled into
and pressing against the larger and raging hard-on. Ethan looked down the
chest of his prize as the boy sought his eyes and ran his hands down the
back of the naked active younger boy, rounding his hands over the delicious
rumps, what must certainly be a genetic staple in this family.

Neither boy, however, would ever know how well Ethan's next step would go
over, as at that moment they heard Kelley coming up the stairs.

Cole practically threw Ethan off of him and bolted for the bathroom. When
Kelley came in, Ethan was sitting up in bed with the sheet gathered around
his middle, staring forlornly at the closed bathroom door.

"Where's Cole" Kelley asked him.

Ethan shrugged and pointed to the door of the bathroom.  He fudged and
said, "He came in and shook me awake and went into the bathroom."

"Oh, OK. So why aren't you up and getting dressed?"

"Um . . .  Have to go to the bathroom?"

"All right. Whatever. Hey, you want some pancakes or eggs and sausage."

"Yeah, that one," Ethan smiled. Kelley knew Ethan was a sucker for sausage
(honestly, no pun intended). Kelley had been hoping everyone would want
pancakes. He kinda wanted some, and they were easy to make. Maybe tomorrow,
as a treat to himself without any other reminders of his recent change in
life.

Kelley smacked himself on the side of his head as he went down the
stairs. Change in life? There was no change! No change. Just some weird
stuff happened. That's all.






So the boys had fried eggs and sausage, Kelley and Cole not really talking
over the meal, and hardly even looking at each other; but Ethan made up for
their reluctance and silence as he jabbered on and on about swimming in the
creek, and even possibly taking Cole along.

"Can we go, Kelley?"  Ethan asked his brother.

"Yeah, sure. Maybe in the afternoon when it's hot out."

And off Ethan went, on a new topic, getting some responses from both boys,
but not noticing that the other two never responded to each
other. Eventually the boys were saved from the embarrassment of having to
actually find something to do or make the awkward goodbyes that come
between people who have shared way much more than they should have in that
moment's randomness.

"I'll get it!"  Kelley said when they heard the doorbell. He jumped up,
thankful for the intervention in the awkward and slightly guilty silence of
the two older boys. But the movement was too quick for the soreness of his
ass after the night's sexploitation. He grimaced but took pains not to let
it show - too much.

Neither boy wanted to acknowledge the shame of the third rutting, where at
some point in the middle of the night while asleep on their sides, at least
Kelley was asleep and Cole in a somewhat dreamy state, Cole had re-entered
Kelley's used bottom and began slowly pumping. It took awhile for both boys
to come fully awake in the sense of being fully aware. By that time,
however Cole was fully slamming Kelley's ass, even knocking the headboard
against the wall a bit. All too quickly, a drier cum than before ended the
further wearing of the well-traveled anus that night before Kelley could
overcome his embarrassment and pull away.

The orgasm that slammed into Cole took away his immediate realization of
just what he had done, such that he hardly noticed when Kelley elbowed him
off. He subconsciously took the hint and rolled away trying to regain his
breath. He still wasn't too sure what had passed, except this night was the
most intense and rewarding night of his life. He had always thought that
the first time he had sex with a girl would be the night that blew him
away, except that when that finally had happened, he went home feeling both
elated and let down. In the end, it was relatively spectacular, but
certainly nothing like the absolute terms that he was encountering in just
the last 24 hours, any part of which would have blown him away, but taking
the whole together in consideration was, well, just absolutely
. . . . . . wow. Utterly, totally, and completely WOW!!

Cole had lain there for half an hour in this glorious after-fuck, basking
in the thoughts of what he had experienced. He relished the memory of the
day and night long after he heard the gentle and steady sounds of sleep
resume from the still naked boy laying less than two feet from him. As he
began to relax back to sleep himself, a different realization slowly
permeated his bliss; it was the consciousness of what he had just actually
done. And the shame began to wash away the prior captivating peace, wash
away the good feeling and the rewarding sleep of a body well cared for.

What had he done? Kelley wasn't even gay, probably didn't fully enjoy what
they had done that evening, and here, without asking - damn, without even
waking the kid!! - he had just taken what he wanted. He had just claimed a
boy's most sacred and private area as his personal playground without so
much as a courteous forewarning. And this was a kid he liked, well that he
wanted to like - as a friend that is. He could have been a real friend,
Cole thought; I've ruined it.

Cole's injured consciousness tried to reason some damage control. After
all, Cole himself hadn't even been fully awake. He didn't even remember the
entry - and that was his absolute most favorite part! He just sort of 'woke
up' as he was very slowly fucking the hollow tube of tightness that was
massaging his very hard, happy and excited teen dick. And once he felt that
and began to completely come alive, speeding up was almost
instinctual. From that point on, without any resistance to the fucking,
every cell of boyhood called him onward to the end.

So why then, if maybe it wasn't totally his fault, why did he feel so
rotten where just a few minutes ago he was in suspended heaven? He was wide
awake now. He thought ordinarily the slow steady rhythm of Kelley's own
breaths would have been comforting, maybe at another time even sexy, but
now each one just seemed accusing. How could he face in the morning what
could have been a good friend, if only . . . . . . .

Kelley himself took a while to get back to sleep through the confused
feelings. Should he feel angry? Used? Wimped and whipped? Forget it, or
what? What, what, what??? Eventually he wore out and his deeper mind
decided it. No more, but for now just forget. Deal with it tomorrow.

Or maybe even forget about it then, as well.

His breaths became slowed and more regular, and he eventually fell asleep.

And so this morning he was still fighting the battle in his head to face it
or forget it. Fight it or let it go. Change with the changes, turn from
them, or survive them? As he went to the front door to see who it was, he
was pretty sure he was in deeper than he was supposed to be at 12 years
old.

"Hey, Tuck! What's up?"

"Hey Dunc! Haven't seen you in like a week or something. Come on in."

"Yeah, I've been, um, busy."

Kelley laughed as they walked back to the kitchen.  "Yeah, I've
heard. Nathan told me."

Duncan stopped and pulled Kelley back.  "He told you?? You don't think I'm
.. . . . ."

" . . . .Having fun?"  Kelley asked.  "It sounds like it. Well, at least,
you made Nate real happy."

"Yeah, seemed like it. It was pretty cool. Anyway, I was just seeing what
you guys are up to."

"Nothing."  Kelley answered.  "Hey, when are you guys having another water
war?"

"Hmmm. Maybe we could when my cousins get here?"

"Oh," Kelley hesitated "You mean this weekend? I . . . , uh, got this
. . . . . thing . . . . to go to. Maybe like Monday or something?"

"Cool. They're coming in Friday night and will be here through Tuesday or
Wednesday."

"So next week then?"

"Yeah."  Duncan said.

Ethan came out of the kitchen followed by Cole. Ethan enthusiastically
greeted Duncan and even more enthusiastically greeted the news of an
upcoming water war.

"Yes!!! Those are SO awesome!! Cole, you gotta come to one!"

"Ethan!"  Kelley reprimanded his little brother, "You cant just invite guys
over to someone else's house."

Kelley introduced Cole as a friend of his from Coolspring that he met when
he went looking for a job once. Cole rolled with it and fortunately stepped
in front of Ethan, blocking the younger boy's total look of
confusion. Duncan accepted the lie that surprisingly rolled off Kelley's
lips and invited Cole out to the water war in a week's time.

"Any friend of Kelley's is a friend of mine. Well anyways, I really just
came by to say hello and check on Grandma's house. Your dad and my brother
Gerald found a way that we can get it out of the State's hands, fix it up
and keep it, so it won't fall to the protected area. Isn't that cool?"

"Yeah, it's pretty cool. Who's gonna live there?"

"I don't know. Maybe some other cousins of ours. I gotta go, though. Faye
came home this weekend, and I'm going to help dad go up and help her
move. She's doing Summer Semester at the University and is finally allowed
to move off campus. Nice to meet you, Cole. See you next week, just ask
Tuck when and where. See you, Ethan."

"Bye Duncan!!"

Cole found himself staring at the boy's butt as he walked out of the house
and left. Ethan meanwhile ran upstairs to change clothes, leaving Kelley
and Cole alone in the front hallway. Cole knew Kelley had seen him staring
(and almost drooling) at Duncan Cormack's ass as he left and felt compelled
to something, anything, in the awkward silence left to the two boys.

"Heh, it's a nice one, huh?"  Cole's face turned red, even as he said it.
"Of course, no where near as nice as your's."

"Yeah, well, you would know, wouldn't you?"  Kelley said flatly as he
turned to go.

"Wait," Cole caught Kelley's arm and deliberately stressed the next word,
mainly because of how he wanted the relationship to go, despite the most
amazing day and night of his sexual life to date.  "Tucker. Listen, I'm
sorry.. About last night, mostly that thing in the middle of the night, I'm
. . . . well, I'm an ass. And not a real nice one like you and Duncan."

It was a lame play on words, but still Kelley smiled.

"Thing is," Cole started again, "I don't even remember starting anything, I
kinda just woke up in the middle of doing it, or at least that's all I
remember. I know it sucks as an excuse, and I am sorry. It was a sucky
thing to do, especially after EVERYTHING you've done for me, . . . and
. . . on me . . . . and . . . . well, you know . . . . "

"Yeah, I got it."

"Well, just what I wanted to say is despite all the great stuff I got to do
and the not so great thing, well maybe really the best part of the day was
just getting to know you. You know, the real you --- with your clothes
on. Although," Cole felt compelled to add, "getting to know you with your
clothes off was totally HOT, and uh-mayz-ing. Oh, sorry. Just kinda came
out. I meant it, but . . . . you know . . . . . probably shoulda kept that
to myself. I should just quit talking now."

"So basically, you want to be regular friends?"  Kelley asked.

"Hell yeah, dude. You're cool as shit. You know, regular friends."

"Without bonuses?"  Kelley asked, waiting for the other shoe of the gusher
to drop.

"Huh? Oh! Yeah, right. Without bonuses. Got it. Yeah, no bonuses. And no
boners."

Kelley smiled and the boys shook hands.

"All right," Kelley said, "You're cool. You can hang around. We can be
friends. But if you ever mess with Ethan, I might rip your balls off. And I
think I might be serious."

"Uh, sure, . . . . definitely got that. No touchy the kiddy."

"I'm serious."

"Oh, I believe you. I got a little brother, too. Except . . .  I'd probably
let somebody touch him. No, I take that back. I'm pretty sure he has
something on me. Davis is pretty smart."

"Hey guys, are you going to get dressed?"  Ethan asked as he bounded back
down the stairs in his shorts.  "I'm going to see if the other guys are
going to play some basketball down at the Woods' house. Alex and Cameron
got a new goal, so it's a full court now."

The phone rang, and Kelley went to answer it.

"Who was it?"  Ethan asked, when Kelley came back, looking very uncertain.

Kelley looked hesitantly at his little brother, over to Cole and then back
again, unsure of how to answer this one. Answer the same as always, he
thought, - with a deep breath first. Except that this time he forewent the
deep breath.  "It was Lewis . . . . . . the other guy I owe a couple more
blow jobs. He's coming over around one o'clock."

He did a good job not blushing in front of his little brother as he
admitted to this. And Ethan did a very good job not showing the joy his
insides were jumping to.

"Cool," was all Ethan said, and he managed to say it in a noncommittal
voice.  "So . . . . um, can I still . . . . uh . . . "

"Yes, I told you that you could."  Just great. Now his little brother would
be watching him give oral sex to another boy. At least he didn't know about
last night; and this weekend he would only see his older brother on the
giving end of an ass fucking.. Although Kelley still wasn't sure he would
top another boy. As he understood the rules, as along as he wore white
BVD's he didn't HAVE to top another boy, just that he could if he wanted.

And a part of him did want to. And as he knew all too well, that part was a
very strong part in boys. He was in fact looking forward to it.

It was funny, in a way, how easily Kelley had switched into accepting that
he would after all top a boy or two this weekend, and that it was a given
that Ethan would be able to watch.

The boys set out for the far side of the Indian Spring community. The Wood
family lived near one of the bends of the creek that had a rope swing,
though the one by the Radcliff house was the preferred one for most of the
kids of Indian Spring, but couples and smaller groups, often mixed boys and
girls, occasionally used the more private dipping area of the bend by the
Wood's, such that Cameron and Alex, at 12 and 13 1/2 respectively, had
gotten a pretty good education on the human wildlife as they grew up. It
was rumored that they had been rewarded for discretion on more than one
occasion.

Ethan had raced ahead of the other two, which was good in that he wouldn't
notice how slow Kelley was going second to his soreness.

"Sorry," Cole said again when he saw Kelley wince once or twice.

"Don't mention it. Really. Besides I'll be OK in a day or two," he said
with an attempted smile.  "But I don't think I'm going to join in the
basketball game."

Sure enough, when they got there, Kelley nearly groaned aloud when he tried
to swing his other leg off his bike. He covered himself from the questions
of the other boys by saying he fell off his bike. Kelley also noticed how
much more readily he had been lying recently. This bothered him, but he
certainly didn't have any options on this matter.

Even though an outsider, the other boys accepted Cole as a player in a
friendly game of basketball, but to make it more interesting, they made him
one of the captains in picking a team, knowing he wouldn't know who to
pick.

"And no help from Tucker, only from your team members," said Jake Finney
who chose Colin Gaither as his first pick.

"Then I'll pick Tucker as my first pick."

The other boys laughed, and Kelley shook his head. He still wasn't going to
play.

"So much for the Coolspring guys thinking they're so smart."  Steven Upshaw
derided. The lean and muscular 13 yo on the exciting side of the verge of
puberty was purely a baseball player. He wasn't allowed to play any other
sports during the summer league play, because his dad feared unrelated
injury.  "Tucker already said he wasn't playing, doofus."

"Well, then I'll take . . ."

"Too late," the Finn cut him off.  "You already got Tucker. I'll take
Alex.."

"Cant you play?"  Cole pleaded quietly close to Kelley's ear.

"I already told you no, I'm too sore; but I can help you pick. Take Cam."
Kelley knew that while Alex Wood was a good player, he always played worse
when playing against his little brother, Cameron.

But Cole was worried about ending up with the younger and shorter
team. "What about that tall blond kid, instead?"  He asked Kelley.

"Do you want my help or not? Adam is OK and he blocks alright because he's
tall, but his coordination has been off the last few months."

Kelley very rarely was Team Captain; he didn't like the job of 'not
picking' people that resulted from picking the others. He captained so
infrequently that nobody ever realized that Kelley had never once picked,
or captained, a losing team. He was always able to size-up the strengths
and weakness of others relatively simply. And he always won.

"I'll take Cameron," Cole called out.

The Finn smiled and called Adam Nesbitt as his next pick.

Then Cole, with Kelley's prompting, picked 14-year-old Douglas Cannon, who
was just now walking up with Grant Kirby and was tall and a pretty good
basketball player.

"What? No way dude, he's not playing."

"Who said I wasn't up for playing?"  Douglas challenged Jake Finney.  "I'm
in."

"Shit."  Jake mumbled to himself; --- although, Grant Kirby was a pretty
good player, too.  "Then I got Grant!"

But Grant said, "I'm not playing. I just came down for a swim."  This
became apparent later when he disappeared quietly down the trail with
Rachel Radcliff.

"All right, fine," the Finn replied, "then instead I'll take . . . "

"No, no. Too late. You already picked the other guy who said he isn't
playing. It's my go," Cole said with a smile, turning the tables in a way
that caused a few of the previously jeering countenances drop.  "I'll take
Zach."

His choice brought more than a few chuckles as Zach Green, at 11, almost a
full year below Kelley, was notorious for never making a basket. His throws
always bounced off the rim. Plus he was the shortest (and youngest) one
chosen so far, and he had minimal impact as a blocker. He sucked at both
offense and defense.

But what Kelley knew was that Zach had sticky fingers. While he never made
a shot himself, he also never missed a pass thrown in his direction. If you
threw it reasonably well to Zach, it would be neither dropped nor
intercepted. Kelley first picked up on this while watching the kid in a
dodgeball game once. The boy was a natural on the defensive side in that
game. Furthermore, in basketball, he had no ego and was a fairly good
passer, normally always finding his mark

On Jake's next turn, he spotted Connor Cormack walking up with Katie
Whitman. The game was beginning to attract a lot of possible spectators -
boys and girls. When the girls watched, that always upped the ante and the
need to win.  "Hey, Connor, are you playing?"

"Sure,"

"Good," the Finn said.  "Then I'll take Connor."

Cole was beginning to get worried. The opposing team was looking bigger,
more formidable, and older. He questioned Kelley with multiple possible
next picks, but then was told to calm down.

"Trust me," Kelley told him again, "I know what I'm doing. No, you don't
want Harry the way you want Cameron. Alex plays worse when playing against
his brother Cameron, but Jake plays worse when he plays on the same team as
his brother Harry. And, I know how you can handle Connor. Get Carson, he's
good on the outside with three pointers."

So Cole got 13-year-old Carson, who was on the same baseball team as Steven
Upshaw. Unfortunately, Jake saw what Kelley didn't on the next pick. Some
of the other Cormack cousins were visiting that day. Sure enough,
14-year-old Scott, 13-year-old Leigh Anne, and 10-year-old Joanna were
standing over with Katie and Brianna Whitman. They often popped in to spend
the night or just the day. In fact they had just been in Indian Spring last
week for the last water war.

Jake got ahead of Kelley on that one and snagged Scott Cormack for his
team.. Cole turned another nervous face to Kelley.

"Don't worry about it, just means it will be a closer game. We can make it
up, but first take that kid that's walking up now. His name is Tolley; he's
real aggressive and loyal to his team. A true Mackey. And don't worry about
Connor and Scott."

"I'll take Tolley."  Cole called out.

"If he's playing," Jake said with a sneer.

"Depends," 12 year old Tolley Mackey countered back. His formal name was
Theodore Olliver Mackey, but that didn't fit him at all.  "Always
depends. Who am I playing with?"

"This guy," Jake said snidely, hooking a disparaging thumb toward Cole,
"He's from Coolspring."

Normally that might have cinched a Mackey into refusing to play, but Cole
was catching on quick to how things worked around here, and he quickly
retorted, "My name's Cole. I'm a friend of Tucker's. AND he's on my team."

"Well . . . . that's cool with me, Cool."

"Uh, that's 'Cole'."

"Whatever. All right, so I'm on Cool's team."

Tolley walked over and greeted Kelley. Meanwhile, Jake picked up Chris Ford
and Kelley had Cole pick up another Mackey. Not much older than Tolley,
Seth Mackey was actually one of the seldom seen Very Deep Mackeys. No one
had even noticed him until Cole called his name. Seth and his family were
of a handful who socialized only with other Mackeys, still ran stills (and
some rumored grew pot), and used hidden roads ands trails out the back of
the State Park.

Just the presence of Seth made the older boys on the other team a bit
nervous; all except Connor, that is, and that's only because the Cormacks
didn't rattle easily. Seth didn't smile, but nodded cautiously to
Kelley. He stood about 2 inches taller than Kelley and Tolley and had the
look of hand me down clothes. It would be a mistake to think these Mackeys
as poor or stupid. Maybe not formally educated, but very crafty.

Unfortunately, they were also not very trusting of outsiders.

"You live one a dem fancy houses there up on that hill?" Seth asked Cole,
suspiciously.

"Uh, yeah, I guess."

"You don' know? You dumb? Tolley, why we playin' with him?"

"Relax, Seth. He's here with Tucker."  Tolley said. Even as a Deep Mackey,
he was a world away from his cousin.

"That true, Tucker?"

"Yes, Seth. He's my friend."

"You brought another one in?"  His tone was a bit accusatory. Kelley was
definitely the maverick of the community bringing in 'outsiders.' More than
a few people didn't like it. Like many things, some people feared change,
some were relieved by it.

"He's my friend, Seth."  Kelley said with a flat finality.

Seth just shrugged and told Cole. "Guess you get tuh stay."

Cole decided to push his luck and asked, "Why?"

Seth looked at him as if he really was dumb. "Ain't you even met his dad?"

The deepest of the Mackeys were in so much distrust of outsiders that their
kids held Hal Tucker in reverence, after all, he was their barrier to
preventing the developers from taking over their homes, their lands (even
the lands that actually belonged to the State), their stills, their
marijuana patches, their entire identity and micro-culture. They still
brought in outsiders for marriage and mating, but these were fully adopted
in and transformed themselves, and Hal Tucker protected all of that. Even
Kelley didn't know that that entire section of the forest, a place never
even traversed by the rangers, was called The Tucker Wood, in honor of his
dad.

So Kelley could basically do what he wanted, as long as he himself also
showed some respect to the traditions of Indian Spring, which he did. But
even where he broke them he would have been forgiven and given leeway.

Right now, though, a full grass court was established out in the flat
backyard of the Wood house, with goals at each end, and waiting for the
play of young male testosterone. The boys had decided to pick 9 players and
play two whole halves, rotating 5 players at a time, like a real
game. Instead of a basketball, a ball with similar size but slightly better
bounce was used, owing to the fact it was a grass court.

Remembering what Kelley said about the Finney brothers not playing as well
if they were on the same team, Cole decided to taunt Jake on his last pick.
"Come on Jake, you aren't even going to pick your own brother? I thought
you looked after your own here in Indian Spring?"

Oooh. That cut. The growing number of girls and boys watching on waited for
Jake's response. Jake was sunk; he knew it. The best he could do was try
and force Ethan, younger and certainly not as strong a player as Kelley, on
to Cole's team.

"Fine. I pick my brother. How about you? Aren't you going to pick Kelley's
little brother?"

"Actually, he was the first one I picked. I just figured you wouldn't think
of it so I saved him for last. Come on Ethan."

Wow. Even Kelley was impressed. Style points for Cole. He was warming up
the Indian Creek crowd.

Jake was feeling quite confident about the game; he was going to wipe the
court with the Coolass boy. Now, Jake knew some of the general
understandings of life in Indian Spring. For instance, you should never,
ever, underestimate the Mackeys as a whole. Also, you should never
underestimate James Cormack or Kelley Tucker on their own. (It was actually
regarded as generally good advice to just not mess with, or think about
messing with, James Cormack, at all). And so on. Therefore, with 2 Mackeys
on a team handpicked by Tucker, Jake Finney should have known better.

Still, he did have older and better players. And Kelley was regretting that
he had not paid attention and missed Scott Cormack and his sisters. He was
reminded of this by both girls smiling at him from a distance and
waving. He waved back, even as he formulated a plan to neutralize some of
Connor's contribution. Would it be cheating? Unsportsmanlike behavior? He
wasn't sure. Or at least he didn't want to be sure.

The boys decided to play two games, and Jake, feeling cocky threw out a
dare to Cole.

"So, Coolboy, you're the mac of the hill, down here with us simple people,
you wont mind putting a little wager on this game. Since you're gonna win
and all, right?"

The boys on Jake's side booed Cole's team; and Jake knew that Cole's picks
were, some of them at least, filling a bit rankled that Jake was insulting
them through a Coolspring boy.

"Name your bet, or your dare, or whatever. It'll be fun watching you do it
after we win. Just don't be a pussy. Come up with something good."  Cole
called back.

The whoops and hollers from the Springers surprised Jake. This Coolshit kid
was winning bigger points than him in his own home ground.

Jake would show him.  "Fine. Losers strip down and play the second game
butt naked; no hiding anything."

There were some low oohs of surprise from the gallery of spectators.

But Cole was proving himself a master of this, "No hiding anything, dude?
That means you'll actually have to grow a pair!"

The laughter from all around, boys and girls, was so loud that only half
remembered hearing Cole add, "You're on, dude. You're not so smart, but you
got a deal."

Cole wasn't thinking very hard about it. After all the last deal he made
had turned out pretty sweet. It would be fun to see this kid get
embarrassed, and it would make it hard to win the second game when they
were all naked ---- and hard. And totally embarrassed. Cole loved it.

Of course it was going to totally suck if he lost. He looked back quickly
to Kelley who was holding two thumbs up, and Cole's peace and resolve
returned.

There was just one last issue. Kelley and Grant were officially on the
teams, but not playing; and Jake no longer wanted Kelley to be able to
coach Cole. He wanted the Coolspring boy to fall flat on his face and
embarrass himself. Butt naked. And then get run out of Indian Spring.

"Hey, Coolboy, what do you say we both lose our deadweight," Jake looked
around and couldn't even see Grant anywhere. He wouldn't have found Rachel
either, if he had been looking.  "Trade in Grant and Kelley for some
players who will actually play."

"OK . . ."

"But first, since you don't want any pussy bets, how about we go ahead and
bet on the second game?"

"Like you could come up with something that wasn't straight out of
Kindergarten!" Cole taunted the boy.

Jake was angry, you could see it in his face. In truth, he hadn't thought
of anything yet, but he had had enough insults and just blurted out,
"Blowjobs for the winners."

A hush went out across the whole assemblage of players and spectators. He
wasn't serious?

But he had committed. After losing face so far, he couldn't retract, so
Jake said it again trying to sound sure of himself.  "Losers of two games
in a row get down on their knees and blow the winners. One blow job
each. Right out here. Swallow the cum."

"Uh, Jake . . . "  Someone started, hoping to interject some sanity in the
escalation of the bet; except that Cole couldn't afford to get stuck. Even
with the last few points in his favor, he was still the outlander. He
smiled, quelled his fear of some major, MAJOR, public humiliation and
simply said,

"Agreed."  Cole replied.  "I look forward to it. I'll let you know if you
were as good as the last girl was."

There it was again; the laughter erupted. The home crowd was rooting for
the outsider. Quite amazing, Kelley thought. He was pretty sure Cole could
win. He hoped so at least. Still, though, he was glad that he wasn't
playing.

"One more thing," Cole said.  "That goes for everybody on your team."

"Whoa," Connor spoke; he knew Kelley was no dummy in his picks and was
re-evaluating the possibilities of the unthinkable himself, "Whoa, whoa,
whoa ----- wait a minute. Now don't be going crazy."

"What's the matter, Connor? Scared you're gonna lose?"  A girl from the
sidelines said in an affected little girl voice.

One of her friends mimicked her and added, "Yeah, what's the matter,
Connor, you afraid of a little Coolie?"

The rest of the kids began laughing, and some of the girls began taunting
the poor boy, saying over and over, "Connor's afraid of a coolie, Connor's
afraid of a cuu--lee."

Connor pretty much HAD to accept the dare. All the boys did, with some on
Jake's team confident that they would win because they were older, taller,
and better players, and some just feeling stuck like they had to
commit. Meanwhile, some on the other team were just siphoning off Tucker's
confidence in Cole (and his own picks), and more than a few on both teams
were just too afraid of singling themselves out for ridicule.

"You think we can win?"  Cole asked Kelley nervously.

"Well, you're gonna hate it if you don't," Kelley laughed.  "Don't worry
about it. They got a lot of good players, but you have a good team."

"So what's to keep the other team from keeping their part if they lose? I
can't see most, or even any, of them willing to keep a bet like that."

"You'd be surprised, I guess, how much bets and agreements are respected
here."  Kelley said and then with a slight smile turned to Tolley and
asked, "So Tolley, where do you think the reinforcement is?"

Tolley looked out past Cole and nodded toward several big boys sitting
along the side court near the house.  "I'd say that's them over there."

Just then one of those bigger boys, Tolley's 17-year-old cousin Jason
Mackey, stood up and announced in a loud voice.  "All right, everybody
listen up.. Me, Hiram, and Darrell are gonna make sure everyone who's
supposed to pay up does. You, Fakespring boy, Jake knows we mean him as
much as Tolliver over there. Either one loses, then you're naked for the
second game. Lose the second game, then you're going down on your
knees. And that goes for both of you, too. Captains do you except?"

Jake gave an affirmative, and Cole did too, though a bit less
surely. Kelley had told him that the Mackeys had very strong scruples. Cole
just didn't want to end on his knees. He looked over at the smiling, strong
boy next to him, and he was fairly certain that Tolley had never gone down
on his knees for any boy; and he looked pretty certain he wouldn't this
time either. It made him feel a little bit better.

"So we're playing by Mackey rules," Jason said.  "If you can't agree, you
better speak up now and get out."

No boy moved, though most of them more than half wanted to. There was just
too many kids watching now, and no one wanted to be the first - or the only
- boy to leave.

"If you stay and later try to weasel out," Hiram now yelled out, "and you
don't pay up, then you're gonna practice on the three of us a while, and
then you'll owe everybody on the other team a blow job. Sorry, Connor, but
that goes for you too."

"Any arguing with us and we'll give you extra penalties. The extra
penalties stick, no matter how bad. And last thing, every player on the
team has to play for at least five mutes throughout the game. Michelle will
keep score.." Jason added to both teams before sitting down.

"Who's gonna ref the game?"  a voice cried out.

"I will."  Greg Allen's 18-year-old sister Teresa stepped forward. Kelley
couldn't remember having seen Allen much in the last few days, and his
sisters rarely came down here; but it was rumored that Teresa had a thing
for Darrell. The even more restrictive rumor was that Darrell felt the same
way.  "I used to ref in the city for a job in High School," she said.

"I got a whistle in the house!"  Cameron added as he ran back in to get it.

"Fine with me," Jake said. The Allens were a weird family, but pretty
honest.  "I'll trade Grant out for Batboy, then we can start."

Jamie Benson, aka Batboy, was also on Carson and Steven's summer baseball
team, but he played hoops all the time with Peter and Chris Ford. Jake
figured he must be pretty good, or at least as good as his best friend
Chris, who had already been chosen. Jamie didn't want to play after that
bet had gone in, though. Playing against two Mackeys and Tucker while 3
other Mackeys oversaw the game just sounded a bit like suicide to him. He
didn't care for other boy's body parts, and he had a feeling this was going
to end badly.

But the guilt of leaving one best friend, Chris, stranded on his own in the
game, and the constant urging of his other best friend, Katie Whitman, set
the decision for him. He got up reluctantly and joined the rest of the
team. As he looked around, he realized that the boys were all fairly good
basketball players and seemed older and bigger in general than the other
side. Although Jamie himself was a bit clumsy. Maybe nobody would notice
that - again.

Cole wasn't feeling so sure of himself at this point, either. Taller
players. Older players. And kids used to playing together. He took a deep
breath. It was just a game, right? It wasn't like this decided whether or
not he could ever come back to Indian Spring.

Well, of course it did.

Since Kelley was officially going off the team, he felt he couldn't openly
advise Cole any more; but he made a couple of eye movements and subtle
finger jabs and foot swings to indicate who he should choose next. Cole
just looked at Kelley as if to say, 'Are you crazy?'

Still, Kelley seemed to know what he was doing. He always seemed to know
what he was doing. And in fact, most people Cole had met in Indian Spring
seemed to be of the opinion that Kelley knew what he was doing. So when
Jake yelled out, "Who you gonna pick Coolie Boy?", Cole went with Kelley's
quiet advice.

Cole just raised his arm, pointed a finger, and said, "Her."

Several of the guys started laughing.

That is to say some of the dumber guys started laughing. Jessica Odom just
grabbed a scrunchie and started to do up her hair to get it out of the way.

"You want a girl?? Boy you are stupid!!"  Jake exclaimed, a wide smile on
his face. He was enjoying the spectacle, just like he was going to enjoy
smashing the hoity-toity boy's balls, figuratively speaking.

As figuratively as he could get away with. The outsider had a lot of nerve
busting up in their home area like that.

The teams now stood as follows:

Jake Finney, 13y 2mo Cole Haley, 13y 8mo Colin Gaither, 13y 4mo Cameron
Wood, 12y 1mo Alex Wood, 13y 5mo Douglas Cannon, 14y 5mo Adam Nesbitt, 13y
11mo Zach Green, 11y 3mo Connor Cormack, 14y 4mo Carson Leverett, 13y 2mo
Scott Cormack, 14y 5mo Tolley Mackey, 12y 1mo Chris Ford, 13y 4mo Seth
Mackey, 12y 5mo Harry Finney, 11y 7mo Ethan Tucker, 10y 7mo Jamie Benson,
13y 1mo Jessica Odom, 13y 1mo

Not only did he want a girl for his team, but Cole was going to start her,
too, which brought a few more snickers from the onlookers at the folly of
the Coolspring kid. Cole picked Zach Green, Carson Leverett, Douglas
Cannon, and Jessica to join him on the court to start the game. As Jessica
came up to Jake and Cole before the jump ball, she was finishing doing her
hair up into a double pony tail that flowed like the spout of a fountain
out of her head and made her look all business. The derision of some of the
boys changed when they saw that. Something about her look just made them
realize they had to face the awful reality of what was ahead of them.

Jake was still defiant, "I can't decide which one I'm going to enjoy more
going down on my dick, Jessica, or you, Coolie."

Jessica came up to Cole and nodded that she was ready. Cole nodded back,
looked around the court to survey the rest of his team, and looked at Jake
with a smile and full confidence and said, "You're about to get schooled in
respect."

Cole got the jump on the ball and tipped it back to Jessica. She caught it
in her right hand and foiled Scott Cormack guarding her by passing it to
her other hand and going behind his back in a blind pass out to the
periphery where she knew Zach was running up unnoticed by the other
team. The moment the ball was out of her hand she sprinted past Scott and
was headed down toward the goal, matched on the other side by Carson.

Zach caught the ball with an out-stretched hand in mid run and before his
left foot hit the ground a second time he launched it across the court
toward Carson. Now Carson was a good dribbler on the court but was also an
outfielder in baseball and was very good at judging distances and how to
reach a ball at the right moment just as it came down; therefore he was
able to close in on the wild throw and get it down court without any
problems. He was being guarded by Colin Gaither, who was probably the best
player out of all of them (with Connor being a close second and Jessica and
Alex third).

Carson came to a dead stop with finesse that any player would have to
admire. Colin couldn't brake as fast and passed Carson up a fraction,
enough to allow a nice open view of Jessica, who was already bending into a
launch behind Scott. The ball was passed before either Colin or Scott
realized what was happening, and Jessica scored the first goal of the game.

She also scored the second and third goals, each of which involved Zach
retrieving impossible passes and easing the ball down the court. Jessica
ruffled his hand as she passed him, showing her recognition of his part in
the sore. Zach blushed and beamed in the recognition. Then Carson scored a
three pointer from outside as Colin once again overran his guard and
allowed for a perfect shot.

The score was already 9-0 when Cole made his first change up. He sent Zach
and Douglas out and brought Tolley and Ethan in. The loss of Douglas on
defense allowed Jake's team to get several easy shots as they road right
over poor Ethan, who wasn't a bad player for his age, but seriously
outmatched by the Cormack cousins. However, Cole knew that he had to get at
least five minutes of play in for the boy. He just hoped Ethan didn't get
demoralized.

Ethan's inability to contribute much was countered, though, by the
aggressive play of Tolley. Going right through the ranks of the older and
taller boys, Tolley was able to repeatedly wrestle away or grab the
rebounds in the confusion under the nets and get the ball out to Cole who
scored a couple of baskets himself and to Carson who put in two more 3
pointers, making him 3 for 4 on his attempts.

Connor got a three pointer in himself, right over the upstretched hands of
Ethan, bring the score to 19 -11. Cole then took himself and Ethan out and
put Douglas back in defense and Seth to run the court and get the ball to
Carson and Jessica. Jake noticed the changes and realized that it was
almost halfway through the first half and he hadn't made any changes. He
had been saving Colin Gaither to take his own place to give himself breaks,
so he sent Adam out and brought Alex in. He also sent out Jamie, who had
twice fumbled a ball that Tolley snatched up, and brought Chris Ford in
instead.

The change was amazing for Jake, as Chris was more consistent than Jamie,
and Alex was a really good player. Together with the Cormack cousins the
team rapidly caught up to Cole's team. Within minutes, the score was 24 -
22. Only the amazing mid-court action of the two Mackeys kept it from being
a runaway game for Jake's team. Jake then took himself out and put Colin
in. During the last three minutes of the first half, Colin brought his side
ahead by 6 points. At the end of the half, it was 34-28 in Jake's favor.

During the five minute break, the players rehydrated themselves, thanks to
water brought out by the Whitman sisters and Leigh Anne and Joanna
Cormack. Carson came up to Cole and said, "Do something, man, I aint
getting naked in front of all these girls, and I definitely don't want to
put my mouth on any boy's dick. I can't believe we agreed to this. It's
crazy!"

 "Relax Carson, just pick out a mouth you want to flush with cum, and
before the day's out you'll be pumping it in."

"You boys are sick."  Jessica said, but she sat down next to Cole, anyway.

"So, Jess," Cameron asked with a smirk, "How does this work for you?"

"You think I want one of your nasty boy's mouths on me? Forget it."

Cole was looking at her, so close next to him, while she was talking. She
was beautiful. And good with a ball. He suddenly realized he wasn't going
to be able to play across her on the court; he would be too distracted.

"What are you looking at?  Jessica challenged him, though her smile wasn't
mean. She had already noticed his body while on the court. He had a nice
form; she almost wished he was on the other team so she could see him
naked. She realized herself that he was the only one out there that had
made her feel like that, except maybe for Colin. She tore her smiling eyes
away before she thought too much more about this strange boy. She was
already feeling hot under clothes from thinking about Cole. 'Focus on the
game, Jess,' she told herself.

Cole, also feeling nervous, got up and went over to Kelley. He couldn't
show his worry to his teammates, but he was worried some.

"Kelley, we can't outplay Colin, Connor AND Alex. And Jake's pretty good."

"Don't worry about it. Just make sure everybody plays for five minutes at
least. I've been watching Michelle; she's keeping track."

"It won't matter how many minutes everybody played if we lose."

"I think it will. And besides, that means Jake has to play Harry."

"Well, Harry will be worse than Jake."

"Don't bet on it; they're both used to playing Mackeys, and you see how
Tolley and Seth play. But Harry and Jake don't ever play together because
they can't. They argue too much and distract each other."

"What if Jake doesn't play when Harry does?"

"He will. His ego is too big not to. Harry's the same. As for Alex, don't
forget you haven't played Cameron. He's actually pretty good and knows all
his brother's strengths and weaknesses. They get along really well on the
court, too. It's why they're better on the same team and worse when on
opposite teams."

"Well what about Connor? Even Douglas can't stop him."

"Douglas can; Connor just needs a distraction."

"Connor isn't even tired, Tuck."  Cole didn't even realize how easily he
slipped in to the old friend variant of Kelley's other moniker.

"Jess isn't tired either. Have you noticed?"

"Yeah, I've noticed."  Cole said softly before shaking his head to clear
those thoughts.  "Well, anyway, she can't outplay Connor by herself."

"She's not by herself out there."  Kelley had felt a pang of jealousy run
through him, as he had noticed the way she looked at Cole. She had never
looked at Kelley that way, even though the two had learned to French kiss
together. And she did have a hot body. Kelley's face burned slightly at the
turn of events, but he brought himself together and tried to brush away all
the thoughts that were springing up.  "Anyway, don't worry about Connor. I
can take care of him. It's Mackey rules, so it wont be cheating."

"What's that mean?"

"It means it helps if you know the difference between appearing to do
something and respecting somebody by not doing anything."

Cole looked confused but Kelley sent him back to his team, getting antsy to
get him back on the court. Cole took Carson out to rest him up, and
besides, the boy was getting dispirited by the possible outcomes of
losing. He had been skinny dipping in the creek before with some of the
guys, but this was way different. He couldn't believe how many kids were
out here.

Jake didn't change his line-up for the second half, after all, why change
something that was working so well. So Colin, Connor, Scott, Alex and Chris
went out on the court.

Cole sent Cameron Wood in Carson's place to counter Alex and told Douglas
to concentrate on guarding Connor. That left Jessica and Seth and Tolley
Mackey to concentrate on moving the ball and getting points. The strategy
worked well and the game was held in check for several minutes with Cole's
team actually closing the lead by two points.

The score was 36 - 32 when Katie Whitman came by to collect the cups on
Cole's side, and Kelley invited her to sit down. She did, and Kelley put
his arm on the ground around her.

The score was 38 - 34 when Connor noticed this.

"Why, Kelley Tucker, are you flirting with me?"

Kelley blushed, unsure exactly how to do this.  "Maybe."

"Are you sure?"  She asked and then leaned in "Or are you just trying to
make Connor jealous so that he cant play as well."

Kelley blushed even more at being found out so easily. But the girl was so
damn hot, that he couldn't control other reactions in his body.

"I thought, so."  Katie said, but she noticed Kelley's uncomfortable
reaction in his shorts. "But it looks like you're really enjoying it."

"Uhhh . ."  Kelley was really lost at this point. He knew what he wanted
and quite forgot what he was supposed to be doing.

Katie leaned in even more. Kelley could feel the heat of her body roll into
him and melt his insides. She whispered hotly into his ear as she ran her
hand down his chest and taut stomach.  "You now, I've always wondered what
you would look like naked. And Jess says you can kiss really good; yes, she
told me. But . . . . "

She pulled back and stood up before her panties got wet and she lost all
her self-control. After all, Kelley was the hottest kid in Indian Spring
next to Connor, and he had some magnetic properties that even Connor didn't
have. She needed to walk away, but was suddenly looking forward to getting
Connor's ever hard dick in her as soon as possible, "I do love Connor, and
I don't think I can help you. Even though it might be hot to see him have
to help another boy out."

She was something of an imp; she knew exactly what she was doing and how
far she could walk down a line without stepping over. By the time she
walked away from Kelley, she had been true to her boyfriend, but he was now
completely distracted and the score was 42 - 40 in Cole's favor, with
Jessica scoring another two as Connor stood there slack-jawed.

Jake called a time-out and pulled Connor out and put himself in. It didn't
help gain any ground though, as Alex was already neutralized by his little
brother Cameron, who was a surprisingly good player, and Douglas now
shifted his blocking priority against a tiring Scott Cormack. It was now
just a scoring game between Colin and Jessica.

When the score was 50 - 46, still in Cole's favor, Jake noticed Chris was
also getting slack, so he replaced him with Jamie, hoping the boy's
clumsiness would hold off, and he replaced Scott with Adam. He wanted to
bring Connor back in, except the boy still looked distracted. The fresh
changes energized Jake's team a bit and they began to close in.

At 52-50 Cole replaced Jessica with Carson and replaced the Mackey cousins
with Zach and Ethan. Ethan dragged down the team a bit, but he was mostly
able to hold his own against Jamie, mainly because he was so likeable and
Jamie was so affable that they almost didn't make a sum difference to the
game. Plus Zach's skill at moving the ball without being noticed shifted
things a bit in their favor. Carson felt invigorated and was able to sink
his second attempt at a three pointer.

Still Cole's team was barely ahead and Cole put himself in to replace
Cameron. The boy had done his damage and Cole had been taking notes. Colin
could still outscore everyone, but Cole's fresh playing and two more three
pointers from Carson kept Cole's team ahead by one point for the next five
minutes.

The score was 65-64 and a foul shot was called for Douglas, who was now
guarding Colin, when Cole asked out loud, "Hey, Jake, what do you have
against your brother?"

"Huh? What the fuck are you talking about, Coolie?"

Whoosh.  Douglas made his point and brought the score to 66-64.

"Well," Cole kept going as Alex took the ball out to throw in.  "You
haven't played him the whole game. He doesn't look too happy about it
either."

"You don't worry about how I play my team, Coolie. It's my team."

"It may be your team," Jason Mackey said from the sidelines, "but you know
Mackey rules. If you don't play every one on the team then the game is
forfeit."

That brought everybody on Jake's team to a standstill.

Shit, Jake thought. Now was not the time. They had to use this time to
really get ahead while Cole still had those two dweebs Ethan and Zach
playing. He sent Jamie out and brought Harry in.

Harry was, in fact, a better and much tougher player than Jamie, and could
have turned the game around. Except that he was pissed at his brother, and
likewise Jake blamed Harry for the fact that he couldn't bring Connor back
in and just railroad Cole's team in these last few minutes.

As it was, the team still managed to even up the score, but the inability
to play together and the growing animosity from being sidelined so long
caused them to screw up more and prevented them from pulling ahead.

At 68 - 68, both teams were at a standstill and the slightest thing
suddenly ticked Jake off and he cussed his brother off the field. Harry
seemed just fine to storm off the court and cussed his brother right
back. It was a sight that really was seldom seen as the two brothers
normally got along well together, though Harry normally accepted his
brother's dominant position.

Harry was replaced by Connor; and Cole took the opportunity to send Ethan,
who had spent about 9 minutes total in the game, back out and bring Jessica
in. At this point, Cole had his best players on the court, and there were
only two minutes left in the game. It was perhaps the most exciting two
minutes of the game, with more amazing play than you see in most
professional games these days.

In the end Cole's team managed to hold their own against Colin, Connor,
Alex, Adam, and Jake. It was 74-74 and 15 seconds left in the game when
Douglas maneuvered around Connor and got the ball lobbed uncontrollably to
Zach. But Connor was one of the five people on the field (and Carson only
realized it because Jessica nearly pounded it into his head) that knew
exactly what Zach could do with the ball. Certainly Adam didn't understand
just how important it was to guard Zach.

In that split second, Connor knew immediately that Zach would not only
catch the ball, but just where he would send it; and Connor took off
running toward Carson. Unfortunately for Jake's team, the ball got to
Carson before Connor did and a whoosh seconds later brought Cole's team in
the lead 77-74.

Jake got the rebound to pass to Alex. Their only hope was to even the score
with their own three pointer and go into sudden death with a jump
ball. Only he didn't get that far.

The ball was blocked by Cole, recovered by Jessica and sent back in to the
basket just as Teresa Allen blew the whistle signaling the end of the game.

79 - 74.

Melissa Kirby and Trisha Gilmore had been helping Michelle by holding up
pieces of paper with the official score throughout the game. And the papers
they now held were very disheartening to 9 boys in particular, while 8
other boys and one girl were high-fiving and giving player hugs all around.

"Told you not to worry," Kelley said.

Cole thanked Kelley for his help. Carson came up and said, "Man, I am sooo
glad we won. I don't want to have to strip down in front of this crowd."  A
shiver went down the boy as thought about that.

"You may still have to get naked if you lose the second game."

"Yeah, but at least we wont have to play naked."  Cameron, who had been
listening in, said.

"Unless Jason insists on best two out of three," Tolley said, bringing a
somber mood to the celebration.

"Can they do that?"  Cole asked.

"It's Mackey rules," Seth reminded him.

"So, in other words, yes, they can."  Kelley said.  "But you won one
game. And you'll have a huge advantage. Jake is mad, and they are all about
to have to get naked. They won't play nearly as well."

Jason called Jake's team to attention.

"Listen up. There's still one more game to play, and if any of you don't
play, then you will be individually in contempt of the agreement, and
Hiram, Darrell, and I have the charge of teaching you how to comply. I want
to remind everybody here, if Jake and his team lose the next game, they
WILL be giving blow jobs to the victors. It will be up to Cole and his team
if they want that to be public or not."

"What!!??"

"No Way!!!"

"You can't do that!!"

The complaints started rolling in from Jake's team.

"Silence!" Hiram shouted out. Do not forget that we will be handing out
penalties for arguing. Just to remind you, here's your first penalty: You
will now only be allowed to have four players for the first five minutes of
the game. Cole's team may continue with five."

Jake opened his mouth to argue that decree, but out of respect for the
welcome Jake and Harry always had with the Mackey's, Jason cut him off with
a warning.  "I don't think you want to argue, do you Jake?"

"No. I don't."  Jake only got madder, but he kept it in.

"I also want to remind everybody that this is a one-time obligation. Under
Mackey rules, or rather the traditional Indian Spring rules, it's not the
same as getting fucked, you don't get owned, and you don't have to do it
again."

Virtually every boy on Jake's team blushed and the crowd of kids began
laughing and jeering.

"Hey," Jake called out angrily to the crowd of kids watching, "What makes
you think we're going to lose??"

But this just brought a few more jeers, which only increased as Jason told
the boys to strip down. Some of Jake's former supporters even began
cheering for Cole. This was a first, too. Never before had a Coolspring kid
been welcome in Indian Spring, much less cheered.

Kelley would have been impressed himself, but he was too busy thinking
about something else Jason said. He turned to Tolley and asked, "What did
Jason mean about getting f-f-uh-uh-you know and being owned?"

"You don't know?"  Tolley asked, re-evaluating Kelley's whole body with a
critical eye. He thought Kelley would have known about the old ways. His
dad knew them all and spent so much effort saving Indian Spring from
developers and outside influences. Oh well.  "It means that when a boy
gives his ass up the first time to a guy that can cum, well once that guy
fucks him AND puts cum up in his ass, then he owns it. He can ask to fuck
it whenever he wants."

Kelley looked shocked. So this was what his father wanted to warn him about
but still hadn't gotten around to doing. Well, it sure would have been nice
to have known this sooner. .

"For how long? I mean, how long does the, uh, bottom boy have to, you know,
bend over, or whatever?"

"For one year, any time the guy wants. Even older rules say for another two
years, the top guy can ask for it at least once a week. And time gets added
on if you aren't around or go on vacation and all that. But that goes
before the council. Those are the old rules anyway. Sometime it's just a
year or so. Depends, I guess."

Kelley knew of the council, made up mostly by 15-17year olds, and mostly of
Mackeys, but he didn't think it went so far as overseeing this.

"So, can any boy do the kid?"

"No, just the one who came first in his ass, unless a certain number of
boys end up doing him. I forget the number, but at some point anybody can -
well, sort of. There's rules. Anyway, if the boy doesn't get fucked at
least once every five days, he has to go ask the other guy to do it."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah," Tolley said, as if this were just common knowledge, "The bottom kid
has to go find the other guy and ask him if he will fuck him, but if the
guy says no, then the bottom kid gets another five days before he asks
again, or until the guy comes and asks for it."

"What happens if he doesn't ask?"

"Then the top guy can get a whole bunch of extra time, or let some other
guy take his place. But, those are old rules. Mostly it's just whenever the
guy asks for it.

Kelley was lost in his own thoughts. Exactly when was the last time that
Casey had done that to him for the second time? And did Casey know all
this? No, he didn't know, Kelley realized, otherwise he would have behaved
differently. What would happen, though, if Casey did find this all out one
day? Kelley couldn't quite fathom this at the moment.

"That sucks."  Kelley said in a trailing tone of dejection, lost in a real
suction of despair at what he had started.

"Well," Tolley laughed, "technically sucking goes under different
rules. That's what Jason was saying. Hey, Jake's down to his underwear
already. Harry's arguing about just taking his pants off."

Kelley looked up to see Jake red, half from anger and half from
embarrassment, and Harry arguing vociferously with the older Mackeys about
stripping down and getting booed in the meanwhile by the crowd of kids.

"I never agreed to this! It's stupid!!"  Harry was almost yelling. He was
starting to look like a little kid about to throw a tantrum.

"You agreed to the bet when you agreed to keep playing. We gave you the
benefit of the doubt for not being a little kid. You've always been welcome
at our places and treated like one of the older kids, don't make us rethink
that. Harry, you're older than Zach and Ethan and they aren't acting like
this."

"Yeah, well, make them come over here and strip, and see if they do it."

"They didn't lose, but I bet they wouldn't act like you. That's an
additional penalty for you, Harry."  Jason said, "Now, strip."

"What? What do you mean add- add- -- whatever, I never got any penalties!"

"You were supposed to play at least five minutes. You didn't. Now strip!"

"WHAT!!! THAT WASN'T MY FAULT!!"

Suddenly, before Jason could issue another penalty Jake grabbed his little
brother by the arm and pulled him off to the side and let into him for
acting like a baby, that if he continued like that he could forget ever
hanging out with him again, forget hanging out with the big boys, and just
in general be forgotten.

All anybody could hear from the sidelines was an occasional "But" and "not
my fault" and a few "don't want to" thrown in. In the end Harry walked back
over to the sidelines, fuming, highly embarrassed and completely
humiliated, muttering to himself but starting to strip off, keeping his
back to his brother, of all people.

When he got down to his underwear, he put his hand down the front to cover
his hairless jewels and pulled them down in back first. He quickly spun
around and sat down, causing all kinds of laughter from the surrounding
kids. Keeping his now naked butt on the bench and his hand over his
privates, he worked his underwear off his legs, threw in down on the ground
in demonstrable protest of this injustice, and sat there, just like that,
pouting and humiliated and trying not to cry.

In the mean time, Colin and Jake had both stripped off their underwear and
tried to not look too uncomfortable as they stood there naked and uncovered
in front of more kids than they had ever imagined they would at any given
moment in their lives, not to mention that a third or more of these kids
were girls - girls who now gave some appreciative oohs, ahhs and giggles at
the nice mid-pubertal teenage cock and balls that were so wonderfully
exposed for them.

Connor was quietly arguing with his cousin Scott, whose were thumbs already
hooked in the waistband of an almost tattered pair of briefs, and clearly
more affected by the prospect of becoming naked in front of all these kids,
most of whom he didn't really know, and which unfortunately included his
own sisters, 13 year-old Leigh Anne and 10 year-old Joanna. He finally gave
a last embarrassed sigh and pushed them down. As he stepped out of the
briefs and heard the applause and laughter of his two little sisters and
Connor's girlfriend and her sister, he wondered how many nights he would go
before he could lose the fear of this experience.

Scott's swaying dick had the unfortunate misery of being the only one
lifted up to 90 degrees from the rest of his body. Chris Ford and Jamie
Benson were just praying that theirs would actually lengthen a bit, as the
natural self-reserve of the two in large crowds was causing an embarrassing
retreat.. Still they dropped their drawers the same as their teammates,
resigned to this fate to which they had so dumbly agreed.

They weren't sure which was worse, the embarrassment of the whole crowd of
kids watching them on display without a stitch on, or having their old
friend Katie walk up, the Third Musketeer. Years out from playing doctor,
both boys had quietly in their own personal light shame, in the privacy of
their own beds at night, each had dreamed of the prospect of playing doctor
once again with Katie. Interestingly, neither boy got so far as imagining
sex with her, but just the thought of show-and-tell in the puberty years
could bring them to elevated and satisfying ejaculations.

And here she was, now getting to enjoy their dreams, but in person. She
smiled as she walked up to the two and took them both in
appreciatively. The excitement and the embarrassment had somehow brought
about a compromise in penis length that actually eased some of the
frustration for the boys. Katie leaned in between the boys and whispered,
"You don't know how long I've wondered what the two of you looked like
after you, you know, grew a little."

Both boys blushed and smiled, they missed their old friend, and they so
wanted to see where the easy friendship could have gone if she hadn't
fallen for Connor, or just gone looking for a boyfriend in general. Chris
felt particularly emboldened and asked Katie as she turned to walk away,
quietly so Connor couldn't hear.

"Hey Katie, want to go swimming again sometime, like we used to? You know,
just the three of us?"

Katie turned and looked at the boys, "You mean - just us, and maybe no
swimsuits?"

In response, both boys could only blush further and look down briefly. When
they looked up, she winked at them, and the sparkle in her eye was the same
mischievous sparkle of the old days that they knew meant yes. Both boys
slyly gave each other five on the side, where they were sure Connor
couldn't see. He was already looking a little bit pissed.

Chris turned to Jamie, each boy now much more at ease with their nakedness,
now that they knew what they had to look forward to, and this despite the
plumping and rise that both dicks had experienced in the encounter with
Katie.

"Jamie, dude, do know how much I've wanted to do that, you know, go
swimming like we used to?"

"Me too, I cant believe it! It'll be just like old times, except
. . . . . .. .  you know . . . . better."

"Or at least different."

"Yeah, but a really cool different."

Alex was pulling down his own underwear and trying hard not to cover
himself and look ridiculous. He was doing his best to ignore the crowd of
kids, but it was hard to ignore his own brother. Cameron was laughing and
pointing at his naked brother.

"Keep it up, Cam," he said, have derisively, and half intending, "But
you're gonna be suckin' on this in a few."

Cameron Wood laughed at his brother's threat; he grabbed his shorts and
squeezed his crotch and fired back, Whatever, Alex, just be sure you don't
spill anything and swallow it all down."

This retort bothered and jarred Alex Wood. He was a teenager already - 13
years old; he couldn't let some squirt, much less his own little brother,
talk to him like that. And besides, he had always gotten along with Cam, if
he lost would Cam really make him do such a thing as suck on his own little
brother's dick and swallowing the little bit of come he was making? Cameron
barely had any hairs, but he did have a very few. Suppose he could actually
make some sperms? The thought was disgusting, and Alex felt a shiver as he
joined up with Jake, Colin, Scott, and Connor to start the second game.

Alex wasn't paying attention to the game plan but kept thinking about the
possibility of sex between himself and Cameron. Would he, if they won,
actually make Cameron do it, if that was so disgusting? He wouldn't want
his little brother feeling the same disgust, but then it was different in
that aspect - it would be a little brother servicing an older brother, and
that was different. That made it OK. Alex smiled - he guessed he might make
Cameron do it after all. He wondered what it would feel like as he looked
down and watched Cameron swallowing down his growing pubertal load
. . . . . .


"Alex!  Dude!! Pay attention!"

"Huh?  What?"  Alex came to and saw a somewhat angry Jake talking to him.

"I said, get off the court! Weren't you listening? Jason and Hiram were
serious. We only get four players for the first few minutes."

"Shit. Sorry." Alex hurried off the court, his penis only 2 1/2 inches soft
and flopping around as he ran to the sidelines to join Adam, Chris, Jamie
and a fuming Harry, still covering himself completely with his hands.

Poor Adam was also trying to cover himself, but not look like a little kid
doing it. His dick and balls were really a nice size for 13, almost 14,
year old boy, but he still had no discernible hair above his root or on his
balls. He turned red while trying to ignore the titters of the girls and
some of the 12 year old boys watching as they pointed it out. While the
boys were laughing about his lack of hair, Adam didn't realize some of the
girls were appreciating the larger appearance lack of hair gave his already
decent genitals.

'Guess it could be worse,' Alex thought about himself as he looked at
Adam.. He stayed standing on the sidelines, brushing aside any thought that
he was leaving his naked butt on good view for the appreciative crowd. It
was a nice butt, but then the same could be said for all the naked boys,
though with perhaps Jamie and Alex having the nicest.

Harry Finney still kept his glued to the bench.

Cole brought out his starting line-up, himself, Carson, Jessica, Zach and
Seth, confident that the nakedness of the boys would drain their morale and
cause them to fumble more and not play well. Also, they were down a man for
the first few seconds. It couldn't get any better to take an early lead.

Except that they didn't.