Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2009 19:21:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Chapter 21b

Kids of Indian Spring
by Jonas Henley

Chapter 21b


The Second Game

Team One
Jake Finney - 13y 2m
Colin Gaither - 12y 4m
Alex Wood - 13y 5m
Adam Nesbitt - 13y 11m
Connor Cormack - 14y 4m
Scott Cormack - 14y 5m
Chris Ford - 13y 4m
Harry Finney - 11y 7m
Jamie Benson - 13y 1m


Team Two
Cole Haley - 13y 8m
Cameron Wood - 12y 1 m
Douglas Cannon - 14y 5m
Zach Green - 11y 3m
Carson Leverett - 13y 2m
Tolley Mackey - 12y 1m
Seth Mackey - 12y 5m
Ethan Tucker - 10y 7m
Jessica Odom - 13y 1m



Monday, 19 June 1995
11:05 am

The second game had started with so much hope for 13 1/2 year old Cole
Haley's team. On penalty, Jake, also 13, was down to four players for the
first five minutes, and his team was totally naked - and feeling it too,
under the glare of the now unappreciated audience. Though Jake was as tall
as Cole, he was still only 13 by a couple of months, and was six months
younger than Cole. At that age, it was an inherent tactical disadvantage in
sport despite your skill.

Further, Cole had been feeling elated by this wave of unusual support by
the Indian Spring crowd, highly unusual for an outsider that was playing
against some of their very own. Of course, in their mind, he was still
being linked by association with Tucker, and now with Jessica as well.  It
also helped that Cole and Jessica were the starting forwards for the
winning team. And it helped that he had on his team both a Deep Mackey and
one of the Very Deep Mackeys.

But all of this wasn't panning out the way it was supposed to as the game
began.

Jessica Odom, who 13 years old herself, had been becoming more aware of her
own sexual interests and desire to get to know boys better - all the while
still keeping her distance emotionally and physically from the inferior sex
- but was all the same distracted by the four handsome boys on the other
team playing all in their glory. Connor Cormack was, of course, taken by
Katie - lucky bitch - but that didn't mean Jessica couldn't appreciate the
Adonis and all his muscular beauty. Scott Cormack, 14 1/2 and only a month
older, but an inch shorter than Connor, was not as good looking as the
Indian Spring Cormack tribe, but was by no means a slouch. And with a full,
thick dick even when soft, he was a distraction as well. Jake Finney was a
dark haired ruffian with his own gypsy-like allure; he was arrogant enough
to keep most people at bay, but decent to those who knew him - and such a
very nice form when he moved. Very nice. He was a close third behind
 Kelley and Connor as the best looking boy in all of Indian Spring.

But Colin Gaither was the boy who had most distracted Jennifer, and he
would have let himself be distracted back, if it wasn't for the punishment
associated with losing this game. With his fine auburn hair and barely
noticeable freckling, the boy was only two months older than Jessica and
Finney, but had a quiet air of maturity that made him seem a year or more
older. He was taller than Finney and had a slim but muscular mass to his
body that made him seem more solid. He had a light-complexion, though
darker than the Cormack's, and when he moved, or even stood still for that
matter, the shadows seemed to dance or glide across his handsome body
taking her eyes along for the ride, more than once ending up at the fat
dick resting below a nest of auburn-tinged, light brown pubic curls and on
a plum-darkening scrotum that attested to the 13 year old's definite entry
into incipient manhood.

She would jerk her eyes away, embarrassed that she had looked, only to
catch a twinkle in his eyes a couple of those times as he caught her. A
palpable sigh went through her body as she thought about what a nice guy
Colin was. He had a much quieter strength than the other three currently
playing on his team. Even though she had nothing against Connor and his
cousin, and really not that much against Finney, she would enjoy, all in
fun, seeing them pay up; but she didn't really want to see Colin have to.

"Pay attention, Jessica!"  Cole said, as roughly as he dared, for he too
was distracted by Colin - but not because he was enamored. More like
jealous. His mind had been on Jessica at multiple times throughout both the
first and second games.

Carson Leverett, 13 years old and the same age as Finney, but skinnier and
not as socially gregarious, was also finding himself distracted playing
with the naked boys. He wasn't fascinated, he just didn't want any of them
touching him - I mean they were nekkid for Cripes sake! Every time one of
them came up behind him, he almost could imagine himself being goosed; and
he would spin around half the time, allowing the older boys a perfect
opportunity to knock the ball out of his hand, run it down the court and
score a couple of points.

11 year old Zach Green, as well, was feeling a bit closed in, but the worst
for him was just the pronouncement of the difference in development between
himself and the older boys, now that they were fully naked. It brought home
the point that he was just a little kid playing with the big boys, and this
unnerved him a bit, despite the fact that no one had ever seen him
naked. Worse, he realized that Connor Cormack was paying a lot more
attention to him this game than he did the last. He had heard a couple
stories about Connor and things he may have done to a couple kids his age,
and Zach had ZERO interest in being anything of interest to Connor.  It
sent creepy chills up and down his back. He was sure those rumors couldn't
be true - but still ...........

Zach, however, had no idea of just how street smart Connor was; Connor
wasn't thinking about how cute Zach was or how nice an ass that he might
have under those concealing basketball shorts. No, he was paying more
attention to Zach for the same reason that Kelley had picked the
kid. However, despite the nervousness that the naked hunk was causing Zach,
the younger boy still didn't lose a single pass. Still, though, he was a
lot less active in trying to get into the action, and he got called three
times for traveling.

12 1/2 year old Seth Mackey meanwhile smiled and kept playing his normal
game. He was enjoying the drama this all had caused - it was just added
entertainment for him. However, at the end of the first four minutes,
Jake's team had five baskets and two 3-pointers; and the score was a
humiliating 16 - 4. Both teams called a time-out to regroup.

"Guys," Cole started, "We're dying out there. What happened?  We beat them
before, and now with four players to our five, we can't even keep up! Now
they are out of their penalty time can bring Alex in as a fifth player, and
we KNOW he can play. Jessica, you have to focus - and . . . .  so do I," he
added with a blush.

Jessica, no dummy herself, caught on and looked up and smiled. Not for the
first time she realized how cute and yet masculine this outsider was.

Cole smiled back and mouthed 'Focus' to her. She looked down, smiling
still, and he tore his attention back to the pep talk.

"And Carson, why are you so damn spastic all of a sudden?"

"They're nekkid! I don't want their dicks behind me while I'm playing!"

"Geez, Carson, they aren't going to fuck you! All you're doing is just
giving them the ball."

"Well, sorry, but I don't like it!"

"You're going to like it a lot less when you're sucking on one of their
dicks afterwards!"

The boy nodded a grim acknowledgement.

"And Zach, dude," Cole continued, "I don't know what's messed you up, but I
think Connor's figured out how good you are, that's why he's been on you so
much. If that bothers you, I'm sorry, but if all the other guys out there
had figured it out, they'd be scared shitless and would keep two guys on
you, at all times. So don't let them scare you. Just do what you normally
do."

"OK."  The boy answered and smiled meekly. Maybe that really was why Connor
was on him so much. He felt a little relieved and very much flattered by
the compliment just paid to him.

Cole made some change-ups and decided to sit out Jessica, Carson, and Zach
to give them a chance to recollect themselves. Jessica protested, but Cole
brought Douglas Cannon in to take her place. He then told Tolley, the 12
year old Deep Mackey, to come in and help his cousin, and for the both of
them to keep their eye on Ethan, Kelley's 10 1/2 year old little brother.

Cole then took Ethan aside to talk to him. He put his arm around the boy
and brought him in close. It was mainly a coach-to-player like shoulder
hug, but Cole felt Ethan melting into it.

"Look Ethan, I'm pretty sure you're totally into guys, and only guys,
right?"

Ethan blushed and nodded.

"I have to play you for five minutes, but I'm worried you're going to get
distracted out there just like Jessica did. I need you to picture all the
guys out there as fat ugly girls. They all have hairy pussies and big tits,
OK?"

Ethan smiled and made a gagging motion, but nodded an OK.

"Afterward, you can sit back and watch the whole show as much as you want,
and I'll even let you pick first on who you get to dick . . ."

"Harry!"  Ethan burst out, without hesitation.  "He has really soft hair."
The boy had obviously already been thinking about running his hands through
that soft dark brown hair while his dick was running in and out of the
pouting lips.

Cole laughed.  "OK, Harry it is. But for now . . . ."

"Ugly, hairy, vaginas and big breasts. Got it."

Ethan actually did pretty well, surprising even himself at his ability to
use his imagination and concentrate. At one point he walked past Connor and
start laughing to himself.

Connor was baffled, looking himself over and asking, "What's so funny?"

The puzzlement and the self-conscious nature of the slightly narcissistic
boy caused Connor to mess up on his next three attempts, and he got himself
and his cousin sidelined and replaced with 13 year olds Chris Ford and
Jamie Benson. The Mackey cousins worked their mid-court hustle, meanwhile;
and Cole's team very slowly closed the distance in the score. After five
more minutes, the score was 20-12, Finney leading, and Cole took himself
and Ethan out and brought Jessica and Cameron in. Ethan now switched off
one imagination and turned on another and thoroughly enjoyed his new
position as spectator.

"That was pretty smart," Kelley acknowledged.  "How you handled Ethan."

"Thanks. You know, I like it out here. You think these guys would let me
come back?"

"Depends on if you win, or who you do if you lose. And how well you do it."

An involuntary shudder went fully and completely through the Coolspring boy
at that thought.

The game continued to go well for Cole's team, however. They were catching
up and only trailed by two points by the time he put himself back in
Douglas' place and switched Zach in for Seth, and Carson in for Cameron. At
this point they had a groove going and by the time the first half was
called, Cole's team was up 29-26.

During the halftime pep talk Cole asked Seth and Tolley why they weren't as
nervous as the others about losing.

Tolley shrugged and said, "I guess you weren't listening to the deal Jake
made."

"The rule is," Seth added, and thus explaining why he was able to enjoy
himself even as they were losing, "that whoever loses two games in a row
has to give the other team a blow job."  .

"So you mean we don't . . . . "  Carson started.

"Don't have to do shit if we lose. I bet Jason won't make us strip either
cause of Jessica. I know Hiram wouldn't; Jessica's always been real nice to
Paulie."  Tolley said.

Paulie was Hiram's 14 year old little brother, except that he was
moderately retarded, and very trusting of people. The boy was in puberty
but non-sexual at this point in his interest in others. Jessica had always
been very nice to the boy when he was around, and Cameron had as well,
often playing HORSE at the basketball goal, deliberately handicapping
himself so that Paulie could win. That put Hiram's partiality as a judge,
inexorably skewed to the outsider's team - just another subtlety that Cole
had in his favor in being welcomed back.

"So," Tolley continued, "Unless they make it best two out of three, which I
bet they wont since they'd probably still have to stay naked, then we're
home free, whatever happens. Just depends on how badly you guys want a blow
job."

The relief on all the players actually loosened them up in the next half,
and they began to pull away further from the older and better
players. Finally the awkwardness of being naked started to become a
factor. Jessica overcame her distraction and began a good-natured teasing
of Colin, Jake's best player. It totally threw him off his game.

Kelley was watching from the sidelines, and trying to keep an eye on his
little brother, whose attentions were torn between the hot naked guys on
the court and the hot naked boys on the opposing team's sidelines, and the
now accessible Jeremy Cantrell. The slightly older boy had come up a few
minutes before and sat down next to Ethan. He looked indifferent to sitting
next to the smitten boy and had twice knocked his hand away as Ethan ran a
finger down the side of Jeremy's shorts.

However, Jeremy soon stretched out and leaned back on his arms,
nonchalantly letting one hand rest right behind Ethan where one finger
played with the boys waistband and the top of his crack, and as best as he
could through the fabric of the shorts and without anybody noticing.

Kelley let it slide, as nobody else seemed to be paying any attention to
the two boys. As he looked around to see who could see Ethan and Jeremy, he
spotted a boy just lurking in the shade of a tree on the very periphery of
the crowd. Malcolm McEwen. Only for the briefest instant did Kelley feel
something like disgust rising - lurking was what Malcolm did best; but the
immediate next feeling was shame. He had long judged poor Malcolm without
once realizing how lonely and pitiful the boy's life was. The anger,
frustration and loneliness were becoming so turned inward that when Kelley
finally looked deep into the boy's soul he saw nothing but desperation,
despair and a great sadness.

It bothered Kelley. It bothered him enough that, despite Cole using his ass
last night like a favorite toy (a shiver of something akin to shame went
down his spine whenever his mind just touched upon what he had let Cole
do), that despite this his worst dream in the middle of the night was about
Malcolm. In that dream Malcolm was in a very bad way, and losing his hold
of reality and sanity.

Kelley's determination this morning, second behind getting away from being
a bottom - THAT was NOT going to define his life - was to get to know
Malcolm and try to pull the boy into some sort of normal
socialization. That wording wasn't quite how his 12 year-old mind expressed
it, but his innate understanding of what every person needed broadened his
normally broad compassion to include the rude and irascible Malcolm. Yes,
they hated each other, but Kelley was determined to broach enemy lines. He
wasn't sure how - as he had had very few enemy-like relationships in his
life.

Kelley got up and went over to the boy. He could see Malcolm flinch, as he
approached, as if the thin, taller 12 year-old was about to bolt in a
mixture of fear and anger. He was even three months older than Kelley,
which only fed more anger and hatred, because of the fears he couldn't
control.

"Hey, Malcolm."

"What the fuck do you want, little cunt?"

"You don't have to cuss so much, Malcolm."

"You don't have to cuss so much, Malcolm."  Malcolm mocked Kelley, though
careful to take a step back as he did so.  "I'll talk however I want,
Fucker. If you're such a fucking pussy and cant handle shit, then go back
to your little bitch brother and that faggot Jeremy. Looks like he's gonna
fuck your little brother in front of everybody anyway."

Kelley tried to control his fist at his side. Still, he turned to look at
his brother and Jeremy. Jeremy now had his thumb hooked into the back of
Ethan's shorts and was running through the top of his little brother's
exposed crack.

"JEREMY!"  Kelley had yelled out, a little too loudly and a little too
harshly. He didn't mean to call attention to what Jeremy was doing. Malcolm
was just wearing his patience down, even after just a few seconds of
exchange.

Fortunately everyone looked at him first, and by the time they looked at
Jeremy and Ethan, Jeremy had pulled his hand away and was getting up to
come over to Kelley. Ethan was red, from both embarrassment and probably a
bit pissed with Kelley as well. He would live.

Meanwhile, Jeremy walked up a bit sheepishly to Kelley.  "Yeah, Tucker,
what's up?"

"He wants you to quit tryin' to finger fuck his little brother, fucking
queer."  Malcom said derisively to the boy who was almost a year his
junior, but about forty times more popular with the other kids on the
block. For this Malcolm hated the usually calm kid with the steely demeanor
and wished to cause him public discomfort, but still nowhere near as much
as he would like to do to Kelley.

"Fuck you, retard, you run out of four year olds to pick on?" Jeremy's ire
wasn't really up. This worthless loser wasn't worth that much. Malcolm may
be a year older, but Jeremy could take him down quickly and without hardly
a sweat. And he knew the filthy creep knew the same.

"Shut up, both of you."  Kelley said. Malcolm had become hardened in his
misery and Jeremy, in addition to being in puberty, carried his head high
for an 11 year old; but Kelley did not need to raise his voice or even
sharpen his tone to silence them both.

Now that he had quieted them, they seemed to be waiting for a reason why,
but Kelley was unsure of how to go from here. After a moment's hesitation,
he turned to Jeremy and told him to apologize to Malcolm.

"What?"  Surely he had heard Tucker wrong. Apologize to the creep? The only
real creep in all of Indian Spring? Even the losers of the community - Greg
Allen, who was weird as all get out, and Casey, also more than a bit weird
- they weren't creeps. Malcolm was. Jeremy saw no reason why anyone would
ever need to apologize to Malcolm . He gave a half laugh, just tinged with
haughtiness, "You serious? Apologize to Malcolm McWeasel?"

Despite the callous outer shell of the reddish-brown haired boy, Kelley
could tell the insult still did some injury deeper inside. For the first
time around Malcolm, he was actually mad at the boy Malcolm had first
taunted.

"You want to keep messing around with Ethan, then you better apologize, and
make it sound good, too."

A little color drained out of Jeremy's face when Kelley said this, and he
looked meagerly about and nervous as he stuttered out a reply.  "Huh?
Wha-?  Me?  With ---?  Hah, right. What are you talking about?"

"I'm serious."  Kelley said sternly.  "Malcolm's not stupid. If you don't
want people to know you like playing around with Ethan, then you shouldn't
do stuff in public."

Jeremy was red-faced, trying to stammer out a denial but unable to form
words. Him? Interested in a boy? Even Ethan . . . . .how could Kelley
. . . . . Tucker, he . . . . . in front of Malcolm . . . . . But Jeremy
couldn't seem to form any words, just became more red-faced, partly in
embarrassment, partly in anger with Kelley, partly at Malcolm just for
being around when Kelley said that preposterous thought out loud. Deeper
inside Jeremy had never fully formed the thoughts that he liked messing
with Ethan, and the near public display gave him a secret forbidden edge to
a thrill.

Malcolm hid his own reaction well behind his standard sneer of disgust at
other people, though the sneer lost some edge. He couldn't quite believe
what Kelley had just done; he was just as stunned as Jeremy
Cantrell. Especially since Kelley did it in front of him - Malcolm - the
Spring reject. He hated Kelley Tucker. . . . .why would he give him
ammunition against his own brother?

All three were silent as Kelley waited for a response from Jeremy. Suddenly
Jeremy was very sorry he had come over. He was fairly certain that Tucker
meant business. He just didn't understand inside himself why that should
matter. Still, shamefaced, he looked down and off to the side, swallowed
and let out a quieter surrender. "Sorry."

The admittance made him even redder - still out of equal parts shame,
embarrassment, and anger.

Kelley raised an eyebrow very slightly as Jeremy looked up at him. Still
defiant, but reclaiming his self confident reserve, Jeremy let the redness
slide and looked over at Malcolm, mentally reclaiming lost ground and
ignoring the spoken implication of what he did to Ethan, or what he let
Ethan do, and tried again, "Sorry, Malcolm. Wasn't trying to be a shit."
Jeremy took another breath and said, "I apologize."

Malcolm was in truth stunned, but he wouldn't let a golden opportunity
pass, the opportunity to kick the popular boy when he was down, strike out
against all those happy, popular Indian Spring boys that liked to look down
on him, ground him under foot. Malcolm looked down on Jeremy at that point
and just spat out.  "Pussy! Guess the little faggot's scared of losing his
right to play with some boy's ass."

Jeremy flinched, caught himself and looked over at Kelley, who very subtly
shook his head. Kelley then watched Jeremy for more of a reaction, but
amazingly there wasn't one. With a single exhalation, Jeremy was back in
his old self, letting anything Malcolm said slide off him as beneath his
need to respond.

Kelley himself wasn't going to lower himself to the angry façade that
Malcolm presented. He was learning to control his own anger and use his
other gifts, like the ability to look deeper inside of people for deceit;
of course having a little brother rebuke his idol for not doing so, was a
good incentive to learning. It was something that had come so naturally in
dealing others, but he seemed to let Malcolm get the better of him. It was
a lesson to keep in mind for later in life, he thought to himself. There
had certainly been a few such painful lessons this past week or two.

"Good."  Kelley said.  "Now, if you want to watch the rest of the
basketball game, you can come with me. But you aren't going to lurk out
here. Either come up and hang out with me and watch like everybody else, or
go home."

"Who the fuck are you to say where I can or can't go?"  Malcolm challenged.

Jeremy looked at Kelley to see his reaction, but it was cool and
calm. Kelley shrugged, without the slightest shiver of anticipation in the
outcome, only knowing that there would be one of two, and he presented
those to Malcolm.  "You choose, or I will."

Malcolm's shell wavered, his fears rising up to the top, the knot in his
stomach turning.

"Come on, Malcolm," Kelley said with a smile, "You'll like getting to watch
the end of this game."

"Yeah, you will," Jeremy offered, moving a bit into the spirit of things.
"If Finney's team loses, they have to blow the winners. All those guys you
hate so much, getting to watch some of them have to go down on another
guy. They'd shit knowing you'd get to watch that."

Both boys saw the spark behind Malcolm's eyes. That would be something to
see. But Jeremy was right in one thing; no-one wanted to see Malcolm down
there. And he voiced this to Kelley.

"If you're with me, nobody's gonna mess with you."  Kelley said.

"Yeah, right."  Malcolm sneered back.

Malcolm wasn't dumb, as Kelley had pointed out earlier, and Kelley's
confidence was probably taking a bigger leap than it should, after all he
had pushed his limit by bringing the Coolspring boy so prominently in
everyone's midst.

"Trust me."  Kelley could almost sense the boy wanting to, despite his
hatred of Kelley and all the happiness and popularity that Kelley
represented.

"They're just gonna tell me off, and keep at it until I leave."

"Well whose fault would that be?"  Jeremy offered, truly more as an
observation and as an accusation. Still it earned a reprimand from Kelley.

"Not helping, Jeremy. Malcolm, I'll guarantee they wont," Kelley said.

"Oh, yeah?"  Malcolm asked, almost with a laugh.  "What's the guarantee?"

"If Kelley can't get everybody to accept you, then he'll give you a blow
job if Jake's team loses."  Jeremy piped in.

Kelley looked at the boy liked he had lost his mind.

"What?"  Jeremy asked.  "That way he wont miss out on the ending either
way. It's a good guarantee."

"Fine." Kelley rolled his eyes. At any rate, it was a safe bet. Kelley put
his hand out and looked Malcolm in his distrustful eyes, "Deal?"

Malcolm slowly reached out and took Kelley's hand and nodded.  "Deal."

Malcolm still felt reluctant, but he followed the other two boys back to
the sidelines of the basketball court where Ethan sat enjoying watching the
game, or rather was enjoying watching the boys playing the game.  Jeremy
went ahead and sat back down next to Ethan, but this time putting at least
6 to 8 more inches between them. Kelley and Malcolm soon joined them and
looked out at the game which seemed to have come to a standstill.

Apparently Alex Wood had tried to intercept one of Zach's passes and took
it straight to his naked balls. He was still on the ground moaning in a
fetal position. Hiram, Darrell, and Jason, as the self appointed judges of
fairness in the game, were in a mini-huddle to decide how to call it. The
three 17 year old Mackeys soon broke the huddle and Darrell stood up and
declared it a fair pass. No penalties were to be issued against Cole's
team, and Zach breathed a big sigh of relief.

Cole still wanted to take Zach out of the game as the boy looked a bit
shook up at the prospect of what could have happened to him (all in his own
mind - no one else was expecting any penalty at all for Zach).

"I want to make a substitution," Cole called from the sideline.

Darrell looked over to signal an OK. Then he saw Malcolm sitting by Kelley,
and a cloud gathered over his face. That was the boy that had his little
sister Denise crying the other day (and not the first time) when she was
coming back from the Jacob's house. Granted Denise was something of a
crybaby and a drama queen, but Darrell himself berated his 12 year old
little brother, David, for failing to protect their sister. David in turn
got upset, struggling to hold back tears against his brother's
admonishment. When Duane Mackey came in to find all three of his children
out of sorts, he was by no means happy, and he let into Darrell, who again
blamed David.

It had been 6 months, but Darrell still harbored some increased
frustration, to say the least, with Malcolm, and he knew no-one else liked
the little shit, so he decided to unload on the hapless boy who had finally
trusted someone.

"You, you little fucker," Darrell yelled out, as he pointed directly at
Malcolm.  "You're not welcome here. You can't just come up at the end of
the game cause you want to get your rocks off tonight thinking about all
these guys. Beat it."

Laughter went through the boys and girls watching the game, most of whom
didn't care much for Malcolm. Malcolm turned red with anger and
embarrassment and got up to leave.

But Kelley stood up, put his hand on the rising shoulder and pushed Malcolm
back down.  "He's with me," Kelley said defiantly.

And here is where Kelley learned another lesson in life - sometimes there's
a limit on how far you can push people outside their comfort zones in one
single day.

"I don't give a shit who's with you anymore, Tucker. That one has to
go. Nobody wants him here."

Hiram stood up and backed Darrell. As much respect as Hiram had for the
whole Tucker family, Malcolm had more than once insulted Hiram's little
brother Paulie. (Paulie, mind you, was too retarded to fully realize some
of the insults, but he had still felt threatened and scared, at least one
of those times). Carson had been there that time and stepped between the
two, balled up his fists and let Malcolm know he had better beat a path
home and quick.

Carson was out on the court currently; he caught Kelley's eye and shook his
head with no uncertainty in the meaning.

Kelley wasn't scared or put off, though. He knew it wasn't going to be an
easy battle, but he was learning the worthwhile or principled things in
life often weren't easy. Even now, the instant he opened his mouth in
reply, he saw it as a battle he could still win. In that instant he saw the
strategy that Darrell's own insecurities were laying out for him.

"I say he's just as welcome as me, and I don't think anybody has a problem
with that."

The murmurs in the crowd rapidly died away and more than a few people
shifted uncomfortably.

Only it wasn't Kelley that spoke these words. He turned to see James
Cormack stride forward.  Darrell's pointing finger withered at the
recognition of the 16 year old Cormack.

"I came here," James continued, "To see my little brother, Connor, learn to
play the flute."

A nervous laughter went through the audience. Connor just raised his finger
and flipped off his older brother. By reflex, Scott and Colin took about
two steps farther away from Connor. Connor was the only boy in Indian
Spring who would think of flipping off James. There were many reasons why
no one messed with Connor - he was handsome, strong, tough, and very
affable. And he had absolutely no innate fear of James, and being the only
such person anyone ever met, beside Tucker, this unnerved some people. A
lot of people.

James went over to sit by Malcolm.  "I don't think anybody here has a
problem with me and Malcolm watching the end of game, do they?"

All that could be heard was a mumble of no's across the crowd of boys and
girls. It wasn't the happiest of mumbles, and it wasn't very clear or
vocal, either.

"I have a problem with it," Connor called out, but he was looking at his
brother, not Malcolm.

James just smiled and calmly flipped Connor off. The laughter that ensued
broke the previous tension and everyone turned their attention back to the
game, including Darrell.

"All right," Darrell continued, as if he had never had his outburst,
"someone help Alex off the field. We have a game to finish."

"You see," Kelley said to Malcolm, "I told you it would be OK. Now all have
to do is enjoy the game. And the post-game show, if you want."

Malcolm, unsure of what he was supposed to acknowledge, just nodded his
head.

The remainder of the game was a spectacular struggle of the
almost-victorious versus the desperate. As to which side was desperate
versus victorious was more in the eye of the beholder, as the game
continued 39-38, 42-41, 44-44, 48-46, 49-48, 54-53, 57-55, 59-58, 62-61,
64-64 trading back and forth between the two teams, even to the last 20
seconds, when the ball was then taken out, but the clock still ticking, and
Carson Leverett had ten seconds to throw in the ball.

A penalty free throw had just put Jake's team ahead by one point. It was
65-64 and Carson was sweating out the knowledge that Jake Finney could very
well ask for the best two out of three, and he, 13 year old Carson, could
be snacking on dick that afternoon - something he had never dreamed would
be possible. It was the stuff of Nightmare. Yes, capital N, Nightmare. He
surveyed his options, which weren't many.

Connor was very closely guarding Zach, and Scott had a tight rein on
Jessica's freedom of movement - the fear of having to put his mouth on
another boy's dick easily overriding his teen boy interest in the
beautiful, but obviously destructive, athletic girl. Tolley was on the
opposite side of the court, ready to sprint up the side, but too far away
for a reliable pass. And Chris Ford and Colin had double teamed Douglas for
the moment. Carson's ten seconds were winding down, and he had no options,
just a deadly smile on Finney's face two feet away across the out-of-bounds
line.

A thought occurred to him, and he launched the ball in faith. The pass was
more like a lob, and the ball was coming down straight into the reach of
Connor who put his hand out to catch it effortlessly.

Only he didn't. With a burst of aggression and courage, Zach leaped up and
put his own hand out-stretched to his limit to slap the ball away. With
anyone else the ball might have been knocked uncontrollably away and
possibly out of bounds for the opposing team to claim it. But Zach had
managed to control the arc of his swing and bring the ball somehow with it,
such that as he came down in a crouch back to earth, he had the ball
protectively cradled. He didn't keep it long that way, however. Barely had
his feet touched back down again than he had fired it straight up the court
where a second sense told him Tolley had run cross court, unnoticed and
unguarded. Tolley caught the ball and dribbled it twice before passing it
behind his back to Jessica at just the moment when Scott decided to switch
from guarding Jessica to taking on Tolley.

By the time Scott realized that Tolley no longer had the ball and that he
shouldn't have stopped guarding Jessica, she no longer had the ball
either. He instinctively looked up at the goal expecting to see it heading
into the basket, except that it wasn't. Scott wasn't the only one who had
let down his guard, though. Once Zach had delivered the ball to Tolley,
Connor had thought the damage was done and Zach's part in this play was
over. He had let his guard slip, but then panicked looking for the younger
boy that had already run up court unnoticed, caught the ball, and dribbled
back. By the time Connor's gaze caught Zach, the younger boy didn't have
the ball anymore.

It was Finney that saw the movement of Zach back down the court and the
ball leaving his field of vision to somewhere behind him. With panic, Jake
remembered he was guarding Carson. He spun around just in time to see
Carson heading back to earth and the ball heading away from him in a
beautiful arc toward the basket. Carson's feet landed in the same spot
outside the three-point line where he had launched himself. Jake could
distantly hear a whistle blowing as his eyes followed the arc of the ball
downward toward the goal, dropping skillfully with a

WHOOOSSHH

And

Nothing but net.

The cheering erupted loud and joyfully as 8 boys stood naked as the day
they were born, staring in uncertainty of how exactly to put this outside
throw in with the end of the game, and one naked boy sulking on a bench,
keeping his crotch covered and resolving that no-one could make him do
anything. Harry was about to get an even ruder awakening than the other 8
boys.

It didn't take long before the shock and dejection associated with the loss
got rubbed in with the reality of what all they actually had lost.

"OK boys, and Jessica, gather around. Congratulations to Kelley and his
spectacular team," Jason Mackey called out loud. No one even questioned the
brushing aside of Cole. It was the only real way they could fully reconcile
that an outsider had caused them to cheer against their own. Still, his
presence couldn't be completely denied, as there was now the matter of Jake
Finney giving the Coolspring boy a blow job, and in front of everyone.

"Jake," Jason said, "On your knees."

Jake accepted his defeat and tried to ignore the hoots and hollers and the
fact that everyone was jockeying for position for the best view. Still he
couldn't look Cole in the eyes. He walked over to the Coolspring boy and
went down on both knees. He reached out and took a hold of the front of
Cole's shorts and began to undo the zipper.

Now that it was being done, however, Cole wasn't so sure he wanted
everyone, all these people he didn't know, watching him get a blow
job. Besides as the game had progressed, Jake didn't seem as bad a guy as
he had initially.

"Whoa, wait a minute," Cole said as he grabbed Jake's hand.  "Does this
have to be done in front of everybody?"

"BOOOO," Cole's popularity was far from sealed as he got boos and hisses
from the disappointed crowd who were looking for a show. Still, it did hit
him that they were indeed looking forward to seeing one of their own, and a
popular boy at that, down on his knees about to service one of the hated
Coolspring "rich" kids. There was something in that. Cole guessed everyone
like to see a little humiliation in the name of sex or fun.

And surprisingly, it was turning him on, as well. His cock was hard, and it
was easy for everyone to see that it had spread the length of his pelvic
crease, off to the right and showing the eager crowd a trapped ridge of
boyhood under the two inches of underwear already exposed from the parted
zipper.

And the crowd wasn't the only thing that was eager. Well, Jake Finney
certainly wasn't, but he gulped uncertainly as he stared at that one part
of Cole that was eager. There it was, right in front of him, encased in
cotton, full and waiting for his hand to free it, to take it in [gulp] in
his mouth! A hard dick! Another boy's cock!! Five inches or so, maybe less,
probably not, but still inches - inches of another boy's hard, flesh
. . . .  hot cock . . . . . the same thing that he beat off every night
. . . . . but belonging to another boy . . .was . . . going . . . . to
. . . be . . . . slid . . . . . . .deep . . . . . . . in . . . . his
. . . . . very . . own . . mouth. . . . . . Shit!! This CANNOT be
happening! And in front of girls even! And other guys!!!

Shit!! Shit!! Shit!! How would he ever live through this? What the hell had
he been thinking?

Jake was stuck - naked, reddening and embarrassed in front of everybody,
his hand stayed by Cole's own, but still stuck - staring at that sausage
growing to be set free and stuffed down his own mouth.

But he hadn't been paying attention to what Cole had been saying - what was
that? Cole was trying to get out of this, too?  And still save face?  Did
he still think he could belong here? Still think that the Springers would
want him? Just because they had rooted him on in a basketball game? The boy
was delusional !

13 year old Jake Finney was already back to his smug inner identity,
looking down mentally on the Coolspring boy just half a year older, but
physically standing above him. If you were blind and could feel the vibe in
the air, you might not know at that moment that Jake was the naked one and
the one who had lost.

The cheers of the winning team and the expectant spectators began to die
down as the crowd watched this unprecedented moment to see how the outsider
would act.

But Cole wasn't stupid. This was a make or break moment the same as all the
others; he was a tenuous guest in this Briar Patch and found he liked
it. He wanted to return; so he had to navigate this carefully. In truth, a
part of him really did want to make the pompous exterior of this kid pay in
front of everyone, though he could not let that show. He also had to reach
out and make amends at the same time. And truth be told, if he was going to
let loose a load of cum, he'd just as some send it down Kelley Tucker's
mouth.

In the end, there was only one thing to do.

Cole reach down and pulled the waistband of his white briefs down over his
impossibly hard dick and tucked it beneath balls. He then directed his
steely dick downward, as much as the erection would allow, which wasn't
much, and rubbed the spongy head against the partially open lips of one
Jake Finney, a poor 13 year old in complete shock.

This couldn't be happening.

But it was.

"When I cum, be sure you swallow everything, or I'm gonna ask for a re-do."

Jake opened his mouth further to protest the thought of a re-do, and when
he did Cole pushed in two inches of dick and put a hand behind his head to
prevent him from pulling off.

"And if I feel any teeth, I'm gonna ask for two re-do's."

Jake would have tried to protest this, but he currently had his jaw
stretched and his mouth stuffed with the hard flesh of another boy's
privates, that and he had several other things on his mind - trying not to
gag, trying not to scrape the dick with his teeth, the odd sensation of a
dickhead flared out and bulbous in the midst of his mouth, teasing the
possibility of entering his throat, and the feeling that this steel hard-on
was causing him to shift upward, to go down on it straight down; and once
in this position he realized that while the dick was hard and Cole was
standing it was exceedingly difficult to move off the dick.

Jake's poor tongue, used to just moving food around in his mouth, was now
at a lost as to what to do, and was moving round the invading dick, trying
by instinct to move it to the back of the throat, all the while the
boy-center of Jake's identity was trying to convince the tongue to push the
assailing cock out. The resulting tongue massage of his dick just caused
Cole to grasp Jake's head firmly and begin a slow in and out fucking of the
hot mouth enclosing his center-of-all-pleasure. While Kelley was better at
giving blow jobs, the fucking of this wet resistant portal and into a
conquered foe was an ultimate pleasure, especially as it took place here on
the enemy battlefield, in front of the conquered one's community and fellow
combatants.

A deeper and more ancient drive then took over as Cole began claiming
Jake's mouth and building to the climax of planting his seed in the
boy. Jake was struggling just to keep up with the shift in tempo. In the
distant part of his mind he vaguely heard the cheers, hoots, and hollers of
his friends and neighbors as he debased himself on this Coolspring Cretan,
he distantly heard the older brothers commanding Harry to get out on the
grass court on his knees beside his brother, and distantly heard his own
13yo soul crying out that this could not be happening.

But in the meantime he was struggling for survival, as he was in a
precarious physical disadvantage and having to hold on to Cole's thrusting
hips for support just to keep from falling completely down the dick and
impaling his throat. However, this left his hands occupied for balance and
prevented him from grabbing the base of the shaft, something he really
didn't want to do anyway - ugh! Both the thought of taking hold of a boy
there and the gay appearance it might lend to the onlookers that this could
be something he wanted / enjoyed - double uggh!! - but it meant he could
not prevent the dick from thrusting upward and into his throat anyway.

Jake was rapidly figuring how to breathe and swallow to prevent himself
from choking on dick or throwing up and then choking on his own vomit. He
was too busy trying to swallow dick instead.

Eventually it became too much for Cole as he thrust into the warm and wet
tight cavern with the tongue muscle going to town on the underside of his
sensitive dick, and he grasped Jake's head and thrust in once . . . twice
. . .three times more with a full explosion of cum out of his rocket and
straight down the boys throat, before Jake could tear himself off the still
ejaculating cock. The last two squirts, though diminished, went all over
Finney's face - not that he noticed, as he couldn't stop from
coughing. Seemed that part of the cum got shot down the wrong way.

He didn't even notice the cheers of appreciation that went up from the
crowds, or notice an exhausted Cole calmly tucking his spent nuts and dick
back into his shorts and zipping up again. One of the older Mackey boys
came over laughing and pounded on Jake's back as he continued coughing,
still on his knees.

"Good show, Finney!! Way to man up!"

As much as Cole had enjoyed his visits to Indian Spring, this was the
weirdest place he had ever visited - not that he was complaining. Certainly
not, given all that he had been able to do in this community, but he didn't
understand how things could be like this and everyone act so natural about
it. He was happy to visit, but also glad that he didn't live here. If he
wasn't so horny all the time, he would certainly stay the fuck away;
although the people here were beginning to grow on him. He wanted to see
more of Kelley, even if there was no more sex to it. The little dude just
had that magnetism.

And then there was Jessica. Ahhhh, Jessica . . . . .Cole's post cum state
let his mind wander a bit without regard to everyone around him. He looked
over and saw Jessica with a grin on her face, looking directly at him and
giving him a thumbs-up. The only problem with this beautiful image is that
she was walking over to a blushing Colin, who at that moment was pulling up
his green striped briefs. Surprisingly, they were closer to bikini style
than regular, and they made for an obvious pouch in the center. The sudden
appearance of color accentuated the pouch and on the fair skinned
auburn-haired boy, they drew your eye right to his crotch.

Colin appeared to be even more embarrassed getting dressed than he did when
he had to undress. And now having Jessica stand right there as he pulled on
his pants, he couldn't even look at her. Still, Cole wanted to be the one
talking to Jessica, not another boy, especially one of the taller and
better looking ones from the other team.

Jake was struggling back up, the cough diminishing and the awareness of his
nakedness now shifting to an increased perception and need to cover
up. Cole walked over to him and held out his hand in an offer of
friendship. Jake didn't know what to do at first, but when it all came down
to it, he was too tired and too humiliated to over-think it. He
begrudgingly shook the boys hand with his right and with the left hand gave
a good natured bird to the cheering crowd.

Cole went a step further and took off his own shirt and handed it to Jake.
"Here, you can wipe your face with this. It's my cum after all."

Jake didn't know whether to hate the boy more for being so nice, or just
give in and accept that he wasn't so bad. Maybe Indian Spring could make an
exception for one single Coolspring kid. But only one.

While the two boys had been at it, the rest of the losers were pairing
up. Since the captains of the teams were preoccupied, the older Mackeys
said the co-capitain of the winning team would mediate who sucked
whom. Douglas Cannon was the oldest on that team, and one of the better
players as well, so he staked out his claim as co-captain and began
divvying up the spoils of Victory. However, every single other kid on the
team protested and they chose Jessica instead, which is exactly who both
Cole and Kelley would have chosen.

After staking out Colin as her own, and telling him he could go get
dressed, she diplomatically offered Douglas next choice.

"Connor Cormack," he didn't even have a hesitation.

Something about Douglas always unnerved Jessica a bit. She looked for
Connor, but he was not among the depressed and dejected group of boys
waiting their sentence, all with their hands covering their crotches, and
trying to shrink from view of everyone now that the game itself was no
longer a distraction.

She saw him off to the side talking with Zach - a very nervous looking
Zach. That will actually make a good pairing, she thought.  "Sorry,
Connor's already taken. Pick someone else."

"But . . ."

"Pick someone else Douglas or you'll pick last."

"Fine. Scott, then. I'll take Connor's cousin."  Both boys, Scott and
Douglas, were the same age, actually. Each was 14 years and 5 months with
only a week between their birthdays.

"Shit."  Scott was very far from happy. Douglas ordered him out to the
center of the court and then onto his knees.

"OK Carson," she said, moving to the next oldest player.  "You're next."

The barely 13 year old boy looked over at the sulking kid on the bench
being ridiculed by the crowd and said, "I'll take Harry."

"Hey, no fair, Cole said I could have Harry," Ethan butted in.

But Jessica knew that Carson had zero interest on collecting on the debt
and was doing this out of sympathy for Harry. So she let it stand.

"Sorry Ethan, but Cole is . . . . uh . . . . occupied . . . at the
moment. Carson has Harry, but I'll let you pick next."

"Ahhhh," Ethan whined slightly.  "Ohh, OK."  He had wanted Harry because
Harry's hair was real soft, and he had imagined feeling it all the while
Harry gave him a blow job, something he had not had before. The whole
prospect of the total package had been quite exciting. Still, as he
surveyed the remaining boys, his eyes lit up on the cutest one among the
bunch. At 13 Jamie Benson still had a young boyish face, and cute was the
best word that fit this boy. He was still a little bungling and goofy, and
that made him all the cuter to some people; but for Ethan it was the cute
face coupled with the really nice dick and nuts with the beginning, but
well-defined, curly dark brown, almost black, pubic patch.

"OK, Ethan has the Batboy." She turned to Jamie and added, "And I better
hear you had him moaning for at least 15 minutes, or I'll ask the Mackeys
to make you do it again.

Jamie's face dropped amongst the twitters of the opposing team. That was
not fair - it wasn't his fault the kid couldn't cum and would basically
recharge instantly. 15 minutes was going to be forever!

"Go at it, Tiger!"  Jessica said, sending Ethan off with a pat on the butt.
"And Cameron, you really can't be thinking what I think you are thinking."

12 year old Cameron Wood was still grinning like a monkey at his 13 1/2
year old brother Alex. It was their court and their backyard, and getting
this from his older brother right here in front of his friends would be the
ultimate. Alex meanwhile was keeping his privates covered and meeting his
brother with a stare challenging him and trying to give him an
authoritative look, but there was fear behind it.

"You aren't really going to make your brother do that? Not here."  Seth
Mackey asked him.

Cameron looked over at the two Mackeys, and even Tolley was giving a
disapproving shake of his head.

"Fine," he relented, "I'll take Adam. But not here; we can do it in my
bedroom."

"Yes!"  Adam said in a hushed voice.

"You sick pervert," Alex accused him, "Why are you so excited about sucking
my little brother's dick?"

"I'm not! I just don't want to do it out here."  Adam replied.

Cameron sent the tall dirty-blond boy, his hair getting more blond as the
summer went on, over to fetch his underwear, but warned him only his
underwear, and though he could use them to cover his crotch, he wasn't
allowed to put them on. Jessica almost laughed at the boy's perversion.

This left just the two 12 year old Mackey boys and two 13 year olds on the
other team.  "I'll take Alex, then," Seth offered.

"Fine. Then we can do it in MY bedroom."  Alex said.

"Nah, we'll do it out here, "

"But . . . dude, come on, you don't want to do this out here in front of
everyone . . . "

"Yeah, I do."

"Well, I'll leave you four boys to work it out," Jessica said and walked
off to see Colin who was just now starting to pull his underwear up his
legs.

"Come on, Seth, my house is RIGHT here. We can do this in private."

"I don't want to, we can do it RIGHT here."

"Look," Alex looked around nervously, "Come on, I'll do it more than once,
if we can just do it in private."

"Nahh. Once is enough; I like it out here. But if you keep on, I'll tell
Darrell you aren't cooperating, and maybe they'll make you do it more than
once, anyway."

"Fine!"  He spit out.  "Where do you want me?"

Seth sat down and leaned back, kicking his legs out flat for support. He
grabbed his crotch and smiled and answered, "I want you right here."

This position required Alex Wood to get on his hands and knees, and moving
his own knees apart for support, this opened up his ass and the hint of his
asshole to be on view for everyone to see. Alex realized this, but felt he
didn't have a choice.

"Suck on my balls some first."

"No, the deal was just a blow job . . . ."

"Darrell!"  Seth called out.

"OK, OK, OK. I'll suck on your damn balls first."

"Don't forget you have to swallow everything they make at the end of the
blow job."

"Yeah, I know."  Alex roughly opened the boy's zipper and partly pulled
down the shorts and went to work on the hairless growing balls, slavering
them with his tongue and sucking each individually into his mouth, quickly,
before his own mind had a chance to think about this too much.

"Uh," began Tolley to Chris, "Don't suppose you want to offer extra
sessions for a little more privacy?"

Chris smiled, despite how incredibly nervous and embarrassed he was.
"No. I wouldn't. I would rather get this over while everyone's busy
watching Scott do Douglas."

Both boys glanced over at the circle of kids that had formed around the
remnants of Jake and Cole's exhibition and now around Scott and
Douglas. The crowd around the latter was chanting "suck, suck, suck, suck",
of course led by Scott's own sisters. Chris sank to his knees, hoping
Tolley wouldn't ask the same position as Seth.

"Yeah, hold that thought, be right back."

While this was going on, Ethan was talking to a red and embarrassed, but
yes cute, adolescent boy who was just trying to get done with everything as
soon as possible.

"Can we do this somewhere else?"  Ethan asked Jamie.

Jamie brightened, his first good news - sort of - since they lost the game.
"Yes, Yes. Totally. We can go to my house. There's no one there."

"Tomorrow?"

"Um, OK."

"Cool, I got something else to do today. But I want to see your whole body;
naked. I like it."

Jamie gave Ethan a weird look, but still smiled.

"Um . . . o-ok. Yeah sure. Why not. I'll get completely naked."

"For as long as I want?"

"Yeah, OK. Until my parents get home or we're done. Can I get dressed now?"
This was a very odd kid, Jamie thought. Still, he was a nice kid, and he
was Tucker's little brother. It seemed fairly simple and painless to
accommodate him, as long as Jamie could have some privacy from everyone
else staring. People were starting to come over for a better look.
"Please?"

"I want to see it now, too."

"Look," Jamie said hastily as some girls made their way over to him.
"Please, I'll let you look as much as you want tomorrow. All day if you
want, just let me get dressed, please."

"But I want to see it now. I like you."

"Yeah, thanks. I like you too, Ethan, but , uh . . . . . hey, I know
. . . .how about next week . . .  I mean, too. Next week too. I'll let you
do the same thing tomorrow and sometime next week, just don't tell anybody
and let me get dressed, now, please."

"OK."  Ethan smiled sweetly.

"I can get dressed?"

"Yep!"

"Hey, are you two going to do anything, or not?"  asked a fully dressed
Connor appearing suddenly at Jamie's side.

"No, we're done," Ethan said cheerfully and wandered off to find Kelley.

"Here. Your clothes," Connor said gruffly, "Katie told me to bring
them. Nice undies; you better get them on quick. There's a group of girls
wanting to see you."

Connor was surprised at how rapidly Jamie could get dressed. For a boy that
was know to be a bit clumsy, he sure was dexterous in getting his underwear
up and shorts on before the girls got there. He was just zipping them up
when they arrived around to the front of him, disappointed that they didn't
get a close-up view

Ethan paused about 15 feet away to admire Jamie's delicious backside,
especially as the 13yo boy bent over to slide on his underwear.

"Man that's a nice ass, isn't it Ethan?"  Tolley said as he came up beside
the boy and put his arm around him. Ethan blushed, though he had to agree
with the older boy.

Tolley went on, "I'd tap that in a heartbeat, if he would let me."

"Tap it?"  Ethan asked confused.

"Yeah, you know, put my dick in his butthole. Fuck him."  Tolley said with
a great mischievous smile. By this point Jamie had his flimsy speedo-style
briefs on and was pulling up his pants. He was a fast dresser.  "Mmm,
mmm. That is definitely fuckable. Not as much as yours is, but it is."

Ethan blushed at this compliment. After Tolley said that, Ethan almost felt
like he should be uncomfortable being this close to the older boy; instead,
he felt protected and comfortable in the boy's closeness and warmth.

"So you want to tap me too?"

Tolley laughed.  "Are you kidding? I would fill your butt with cum in a
heartbeat, if you let me. The problem is I might not want to stop."

Ethan laughed, but blushed a bit more. He had only recently even thought
about something like that - only in the last few days actually. However the
thought of Tolley up there, moving in and out, and leaving his sperm in
there did make him squirm a bit in fascination.

"I want to talk to you, though, maybe Tucker already has, I don't know, and
just warn you to be careful about who you let up there first."

"What do you mean?"

"Ethan, I've seen the way you look at boys and act around them, and I can
tell you just got excited about the idea of me fucking you."

"Did not."

"Yeah, right. I saw you checking out every guy on the other team, and even
the guys on our team after you finished your five minutes. You were like in
Heaven. And I saw the way you were responding to Jeremy when he came
over. I bet it's why Kelley was pissed at him, feeling you up in public
like that. That was wrong of him."

"Doesn't mean I want to do nasty stuff."

"No, maybe not, but I've seen you out at the swimming hole. I know you like
guys. Listen," and here Tolley got quieter, "I just want to warn you, you
and your brother are being watched."

"What do you mean?"

"I cant tell you right now, but just don't let anyone up your hole until
you talk to me or Seth. And don't worry, it's not because we want it to be
one of us. Just trust me on this."


"Tolliver !! Come here!"  Hiram called out to his cousin. He let into the
much younger boy when Tolley came up.  "What the hell are you talking about
over there with Kelley's brother? You better not be talking about family
matters or other things, and you know what other things I mean."

"Relax Hiram, just trying to be the first one in his ass. Cant tell me you
wouldn't want that ass if you were 12, huh?"

Hiram laughed.  "Alright, I can see where that would be nice. Sorry I
doubted you; but you left Chris Ford out there nekkid and waitin' to give a
blow job, Now everybody's finishing up, and he'll be last. He doesn't
deserve that."

"OK, I'll go get one real quick, just let me put another word in with Ethan
without Tucker around?"

Hiram laughed and slapped Tolley on the back, "Well get back to it before
Seth beats you to him. You obviously don't have to worry about David, do we
David?"

"No," a 12 year old dirty blond boy answered despondently, as he was sent
off to tell Chris Ford who was red as a beet from all the comments the
girls were making about his cute butt.

"Yeah, that's true. I don't have to worry about David."  Tolley agreed,
then thought to himself, Sucks to be David. Really sucks.

Tolley went back to Ethan, "Look Ethan, they're watching me, you cant tell
them I told you any of this, it's really important. You don't know what
might happen to me if they found out. Ordinarily nothing, we really are
more peaceful than we let people think. But things are bad right now
amongst the Mackey's, and there's still no solid lines."

"Well, what did you tell Hiram we were talking about, then?"

"Just told him I was trying to get in your pants."

"Are you?"  Ethan now looked at him suspiciously and then quickly looked
around for Kelley who was at the moment interceding between David Mackey,
Darrell's 12 year old little brother, and Malcolm.

"Well, yes and no. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to pump you full of
cum. I'm sorry saying it like that, but I mean I could go off in my pants
just thinking about taking you before anybody else; but my advice is you
pick somebody else. Not me. And not today. We should talk more, maybe
tomorrow?"

"OK. Hey, Tolley, you know about that looking at guys thing," Ethan kind of
grinned and blushed, "I, uh, haven't seen you down at the swimming hole
this summer, not, you know, without your suit."

Tolley smiled and came closer again. "You know, Ethan, you don't have to
wait for swimming to look at me. Anything you want to see or touch, you
just have to ask. You can play doctor on me anytime you want - just
ask. Same with Seth, too, probably. And if you see me swimming and want to
stare or watch or whatever, just tell me to take my trunks off. I will. It
don't hurt me any. See you tomorrow?"

Tolley didn't wait for an answer but ran off to where Chris had been
waiting so awkwardly. Seth had Alex diverting to his nuts every so often to
drag out the blow job so that he was still only halfway there. Tolley
plopped down real quick amongst the few spectators still left, all of the
girls were already gone, except for Scott's sisters, and most of the guys
were gone as well.

Poor Scott was on his hands and knees trying to make himself vomit after
swallowing such a large load straight out of Douglas' dick. The only
problem was his mouth and jaws were too sore, and he couldn't bring himself
to stick a finger or anything else down his throat after the too-recent
traumatic experience. It was like he could still feel it there at the back
of his throat, full, large and moving back and forth. Douglas had been
fucking his mouth more than Scott sucking him. Why couldn't he vomit? -
this was all that was going through his deliberate thinking.

Tolley pushed his shorts and underwear straight down to his thighs and told
Chris to go ahead. He knew it wouldn't take him long. Chris got down on his
hands and knees and bent low, parting his ass in the process, knowing
everyone could see his crack spreading out and showcasing the separation
between his young adolescent globes, maybe even offer the hint, or more, of
his hole, just like he had seen Alex's. He took a deep breath and leaned
forward over the stiff 3 1/2 inch erection and tasted it's rubbery hard
flesh for the first, and hopefully last, time in his life.

Jeremy came up to Ethan. He was wanting to know what he and Tolley were
talking about, but figured time was short if he was going to catch up with
Kelley, and Ethan was being evasive.

"Well, anyway," Jeremy said, "Tucker said for you to stick with Cole and
make sure he knows how to get back to the house. I'm going to go with him
and Malcolm."

Ethan looked off in the distance and saw his brother and Malcolm heading
into the trees on a trail that led down to the creek behind the Wood
house. He guessed that Grant Kirby and Rachel Radcliffe were long done with
they wanted to do in private, or at least were already around the bend.

"Hey, where are they going?"

"Oh, Tucker had to separate Malcolm and David - David seems to hate Malcolm
more than Malcolm hates everybody. Any rate, I think they're going to
talk."

"Well maybe you should let them be."

"Uhhhh, you know what, gotta trust me on this. I'll explain later. It's so
cool. Stay with Cole!"

"Hey Wait!!"

But Jeremy was already done and off running, and Cole was now walking up to
Ethan.

"I feel like a traffic guard," Ethan said as Cole walked up.  "You wanna go
home?"

"Yeah. And I think I actually have to go to MY home. My parents are going
to be wondering where I am. Besides I'm coming back down here tomorrow."

"Cool, but why?"

"Uh, long story, but uh, looks like I'll be administering Jake Finney's
penalty. I don't really want to, but he asked me to, and I didn't feel like
I could or should say no in front of those older guys. Besides, it looked
like it took a lot out of him just to ask."

"Is he getting spanked?"

"Uhhh, in a way. I guess. I'm just surprised he asked me to do it. But, uh,
I'm supposed to bring a witness. Want to go?

"I don't think I'll like it. I don't want to see him get punished."

"Oh, I don't know. I think you might like it."

"What about Harry?"

"Harry refused his penalty."

"Can he do that?"

"I don't know. I'm not real sure I want to know how your freaky little
community works; but they're going to give him another chance
tomorrow. Where are you off to after . . . this."

"Going home . . . . hey, come home with me," Ethan pleaded lightly.

Cole smiled and shook his head, "No, I'm a kinda . . . . . ."

He wanted to say weirded out. But he wasn't just 'kinda' weirded out. This
place was definitely different. He would say liberating in some ways -
although even still his mind would be blown - but there seemed to be
something unnatural pushing it. He needed a break after the last couple
days.

"I'm kinda tired, Ethan."

"Please!"  Ethan took Cole's hand with both of his and pleaded a bit more.

He really was a cute kid, but there was only so much change and cumming a
boy could take in two days and not need a long break. "Sorry Ethan
. . . .but, you could go swimming at my house, if you wanted. We can leave
a note and my phone number back at your house. I could use some time in the
pool."

"Awesome!"

"But you have to promise me, no coming on to me, trying to feel me up or
get me to do anything, OK? I don't want to."

"Sure."

"Geez."  Cole shook his head and truly hoped the kid would give him a
break, just swim and let him relax in the pool.











Earlier, over on the sidelines . . . . .


After James had spoken up for Malcolm, he sat near Kelley and Malcolm for
awhile, before getting up to join Connor's girlfriend, Katie, over with the
other kids all watching the game. Tolley, who was sitting out at the time,
slid down the log that was serving as their bench, leaned over and smiled
at Malcolm and gave him a thumbs up before turning his attention to the
game.

Malcolm actually did enjoy the game, even for the sake of actually being
included, although he was a bit on edge the whole time, just waiting for
someone to look at him wrong, or not want him there. Problem was - it
didn't happen.

There was even a point where Kelley got up to go talk to somebody, and
Malcolm almost felt naked without Kelley there. He wanted to get up and go
with him, but he was afraid others would say something to him. He wasn't
sure how to feel about this feeling, this feeling of not wanting Kelley to
leave him. Fortunately Seth was taken out of play at that moment and came
over and sat down right next to Malcolm. The two boys didn't say anything,
although they had never been on any outs with each other, anyway. Malcolm,
at least, felt more comfortable.

It wasn't an accident on Seth's part, however. It was a subtle reminder to
Jason, Darrell, and Hiram Mackey that Malcolm enjoyed a certain level of
protection from the Very Deep Mackeys. It didn't go unnoticed. Malcolm may
have been oblivious to the power plays in motion in the Tucker Wood, but
the older Mackey boys weren't. Malcolm wouldn't need James or Kelley to
deal with the older Mackeys the next time. They wouldn't say anything.

Kelley eventually did come back, and the rest of the game passed without
incident. Malcolm surprisingly began relaxing, just a little, but it was
there.

"You see," Kelley said.  "I told you that the guys would welcome you down
here."

Malcolm just shrugged lightly, without comment. When the game was over and
the spoils were about to be divided up, Kelley asked him if he wanted to
get closer. Malcolm made his customary sneer and stated he didn't want to
see that 'shit', which he quickly corrected to 'stuff'.

Kelley wondered if he had even noticed that he had corrected himself.
"Well, I just know that Jake and Harry have, uh, . . . ."

"Completely ignored me?  Even though they live right around the corner? So
do Cal and Ben and they live closer; and I don't ever get invited to the
Fourth of July they have every year with the Cannons. Don't neither one of
them, the Brewers or the Cannons ever invite me. I can hear 'em every year
at night."

Malcolm's voice had a sad timbre behind it. How long did he have all these
feelings bottled up? The words can be deceiving, however, for though it
seems on paper he was spilling his heart, his overriding tone was something
wavering between hatred and spite.

"I'm sure you'll get invited this year."  It wasn't that special a party,
Kelley thought at first, but then he thought about it a bit more. It was a
large cookout, with a lot of kids in the neighborhood, all the burgers, hot
dogs, popcorn, smores, and cokes you could eat or drink. There were basket
ball games, volleyball, a bottle rocket war. Actually it was a lot of
fun. And poor Malcolm just listened to all that fun in the distance every
year? Kelley had never even considered the fact that he wasn't there.

"I don't want to go to their stupid party anyway. I don't even like Cal, or
Douglas, or even Dustin. Ben either."

"Ben's nice . . . I thought."

"No, he ain't. None of them are. They're all jerks around where I live."

"Hey!"  Jeremy cut in. He lived in that section, albeit in the house
furthest from Malcolm.

"You don't like me either,"

"That's because you're a -"

"OK! That's enough. What about Wesley Schumate, he's a nice guy, right?"
Kelly asked, interrupting any argument between Jeremy and Malcolm. Wesley
was a quiet, dirty-blond kid who would be turning 12 in a couple months and
was already entering puberty. Ethan had commented to Kelley before about
how nice Wesley looked in the front - the boy may be a quiet kid, but he
wasn't shy. He would usually go sans suit at the creek if others were, even
though his friends might not. He also rarely made disparaging remarks about
anybody.

"Wesley's OK. Don't really talk to me, but he don't really talk to anybody
except Alex Kearns and Tommy Haynes, and they're always saying shit
. . .stuff . . .to me."

"Yeah," Jeremy, "Well I don't really like Alex and Tommy, either. Tommy's
an arrogant kid, all better than anyone else, always gotta be the leader or
top dog, or something."

"Top of the food chain," Kelley said quietly, thinking of something someone
had said about Tommy's dad when he was younger. "Uh, anyway, what do you
mean kid? What are you, like a month older?"

"Yeah, and that's not right either. My birthday's before Halloween and his
is right after, so he still gets to Trick or Treat next year, and this is
gonna be my last one.

"You're gonna be 12 this year? I thought you were younger than that."

"Ha, ha."  Jeremy said sarcastically, and then more quietly, though still
in jest, "Fuck you Tucker."

This pained Malcolm a bit. Deeper down he wished he could have a friend to
banter with. But Kelley's mind was on something else, something bothering
him at the back of his mind and was working its way forward. That was it!
He had never heard of an invitation to the Brewer/Cannon Fourth of July
party.

"Malcolm, you know, I don't think anybody needs an invite to the Fourth
party. Sometimes Cal asks some guys to stay over," Kelley himself had done
that two years ago, but last year had spent the night at the Cormacks,
which was always more fun.  "But the actual party isn't by invitation. So
why didn't you come by?"

About this time, The Mackey boys were picking their victims, and Seth and
Alex Wood were arguing about whether to let Alex suck it in private in his
house or out there in the open. Seth, of course, would win this
argument. Malcolm didn't answer Kelley and instead pretended to be absorbed
in the drama about to unfold right there next to him as Seth and Tolley
claimed their prizes. At least he tried to pretend. Kelley saw the
concentration trying to obliterate signs of shame. He knew Malcolm was
holding back a painful piece of information.

"What?"  Kelley asked.  "What is it? Wait a minute, did they tell you not
to come?"

Malcolm hesitated and then nodded.  "Well, Cal came and told me few years
ago I wasn't wanted, and Douglas told me last year it wasn't a good idea
for me or my dad to show up."

"Why not your dad?"  Jeremy asked, right before Kelley kicked him
discreetly.

"Ow! Why did you kick me?"

"Cause my dad's a drunk. That's why nobody wants him around."

"Oh yeah," Jeremy said, "I forgo--- OW !! Quit kicking me."

"Doesn't matter," Malcolm said to Kelley.  "Everybody knows."

"Well, I don't know about that," Kelley tried to smooth it over while
Malcolm rolled his eyes a bit, "at least, it doesn't mean Cal or Douglas
can say those things to you."

"It's their party."  Malcolm replied, doing better this time at betraying
little emotion. Also, about this time, Seth was lowering his pants, and
Malcolm's attention was legitimately diverted. Right there in front of
him!! His eyes and mouth were blown as he watched older Alex Wood bend his
head and body down to obediently suck the balls of Seth Mackey. Seth was
still hairless, though his balls had definitely dropped and his dick was a
decent size for his age, thin but long. Alex tried traveling up the dick
with his tongue to end this sooner, and he got so far as to engulf the knob
before being pushed off and back down to the balls. Seth obviously wanted
to continue this torment, whether for fun against Alex, for his own
pleasure, or simply to delay it until his cousin Tolley returned to have
Chris Ford go down on his dick right next to Alex and Seth, whatever the
reason, everyone else watching was enjoying it as well.

Kelley and Jeremy watched on along with Malcolm, and the boy got his fill
of amazement, as well as being included. Eventually Kelley nudged him and
smiled when Malcolm turned around with an expression of some surprise. It
was the first time he had ever seen Malcolm with no trace of a scowl.

"Malcolm," Kelley said quietly, so as to not attract attention for the
crowd watching Alex suck on Seth's nuts. It was amazing that Seth wasn't
more embarrassed himself. Kelley could never do that.  "You ARE going to
the Fourth of July party. If you don't, my family won't either."

"Yeah, your family wouldn't do that."

"You don't know my family, but you should be able to figure out that we
aren't like that."

"I don't want you telling your parents what I told you. If you do
. . . . I'll . . . . . . I'll tell everybody you're lying."

Kelley almost laughed, but he didn't.  "They wouldn't believe you. Beside,
I won't tell them, if you agree to come to the party."

Jeremy even took a deep breath and said, "You know, you could even come
with my family if you want." His face didn't look like he meant it, but
Malcolm didn't see that, as Jeremy was on the other side of Kelley.

"Your mom doesn't like me. She wouldn't let me around your family."

"Ha ! You don't know my mom. She'd beat my ass black if I ever said that to
you, what Cal and Douglas said. She doesn't like the way you treat kids,
but you could go with us to the Fourth. And if she knew why you didn't go
before, she wouldn't let us go either. And I bet the Turners wouldn't
go. And definitely the Harris' wouldn't. I don't know about the Finney's."

"Well I know Nathan's family wouldn't, and the Cormacks would probably put
on their own Fourth, and a bunch of people would go to that one any way. I
wonder if Mr. Brewer and Mr. & Mrs. Cannon know what Cal and Douglas said
to you."

"Mr. Cannon does."

"Figures," Jeremy said.  "He's a right wanker that one."

"Jeremy . . . . "  Kelley started.

"Go on, he is."  Jeremy stood by his assessment of Mr. Cannon.

"I'll go to the party."

"What?"

"I said I'll go," repeated Malcolm, though he didn't look very sure of his
decision.  "I want to go."

Malcolm amazed himself with this admission. He really did want to. He
didn't want to be miserable all his life, though he still wasn't sure how
to let his hatred of Kelley go or even if he should. Did this chance to
watch the game really mean anything? A large part of him still had a desire
to humiliate and bring down the community idol. It was there still -
dimmer, maybe, at the moment - but there.

"So are we going to have our own Fourth out at the Cormacks, or you want to
go to the Brewer's?"

"No, I want to go to the Brewer's."  It looked like there was more to
it. His body looked like it wanted to say more, but his mind and pride, as
well as the pain, couldn't let him. Kelley understood. Malcolm wanted to go
to the Brewer's; it was a kind of payback. But that wasn't what he wanted
to say. He wanted protection.

"It's cool Malcolm," Kelley said, quietly and simply.  "No one will mess
with you. Promise."  It wasn't a promise he should make, making promises
for the behaviors of others, something his dad could have told him; but
Kelley was determined that Malcolm be given a fair restart on the community
life.  "Just like today. See I gave you my guarantee, and nobody's messing
with you."

Jeremy cleared his throat, "Uh, actually, your guarantee was what you would
do if YOU couldn't get everybody to accept him here."

"What's your point, Jeremy?"

"Uh, just . . . . that . . . . . . uh, James, uh . . . .he's the one that
. . . uh . . . . got everybody to accept him."

"Hey, yeah, that's true."  Malcolm said now with a slight smile, a smile
brought on by a strange confluence of hope, elation, and malice, though
tempered by doubt and fate. To have Kelley actually have to pay up
. . . well, the thought of it made Malcolm's already well-stirred
imagination swirl torrentially; but it was contained by the knowledge that
it would definitely never happen, and this was echoed by Kelley.

"The deal," Kelley said, brooking no room for humor in his voice, "was that
he would be accepted down here, and I would guarantee it. So what's your
point Jeremy?"

"Uhhmm, nothing. Just that . . .uh . . .you know . . . .nothing. No point,
Tucker. No point. Sorry, I, uh . . . .uh . . . . sorry, I brought it, um,
up." Jeremy's voice was trailing out as he looked around for something else
on which to concentrate.

Malcolm, too, turned back to watch Alex giving a tongue bath to Seth's
balls. Malcolm looked disappointed, but it wasn't unexpected. He was
chronically resigned to disappointment.

"Hey, Malcolm," Kelley said quietly, "You can come over to my house, and I
can teach you how to play basketball, if you wanted, and then you can join
in on some games."

"I can play basketball," Malcolm almost sneered in response, hardly turning
his head.

"Malcolm's a pretty good player most times," Seth added casually, while
crooking his head to watch Alex try and take both balls in at the same time
- the older boy's naked ass upturned and blowing in the breeze, or at least
being blown by the breeze. Seth stayed reclined, elbows supporting his back
and added, "He, uh - shit, you aint bad at this, Alex - he plays a lot at
my house, and over at Judge's, too."

Kelley really had been quiet with his suggestion; he didn't want to
embarrass Malcolm. However, Seth had moonshiner's ears. Trying to be quiet
and discreet around him was pointless.

(Not an idle description, by the way, as Seth could take down, move, and
reassemble a small still by himself before he turned seven).

There was clearly a lot more about Malcolm than Kelley realized. He knew
that Malcolm enjoyed some special relationship with the Deep Mackeys, and
some level of protection, but no one knew why. No one talked about it,
possibly because no one ever really wanted to talk about Malcolm for longer
than one or two sentences. Maybe this protection stemmed from the Very Deep
Mackeys. Kelley had noticed, as well, that Malcolm and the Near Mackeys
avoided each other like the plague; and he couldn't recall ever seeing or
hearing of Malcolm east of the creek, anywhere south of the Benson's all
the way to the Indian Spring Park at the source - an area corresponding to
the historical territory of the Near Mackeys..

He couldn't know, though, that Malcolm and Seth had spent more than one
night getting drunk together out in the night Tucker Wood, though at the
same time sharing nothing between them except a Mason jar of liquid that
could devarnish an entire bookcase. And Kelley didn't know that Ruth Mackey
Redd once tore into a 13yo Sheldon's de-pantsed ass in front of all his
cousins and friends for shoving a barely 10yo Malcolm and telling him to
get lost; nor did he know that a significant number of Mackeys literally
would not speak a word or even acknowledge Malcolm when he was in their
home territory. He had no idea what Malcolm did in his home at night, or
that when the boy was younger he had had dreams of being an
architect. Kelley really knew very little about the boy.

He was curiously complex in some ways, and rarified simplicity in
others. The simplicity, however, was paramount at the moment, and becoming
an urgent matter that no one was seeing. Kelley was finding he could read
deception in others, like his dad said he would be able to, but he was also
able to see into chasms that others kept guarded. The more secret and
hidden, the better Kelley was at sensing the primordial emotions occupying
that secret. And he had seen Malcolm's. And it had scared him. He hadn't
given up on connecting, even if he didn't understand the boy's life or his
past.

Alex meanwhile was seriously tired of bathing this Seth's balls with his
saliva; they had to be, at this point, the cleanest balls in all of Indian
Spring. The 13 year old boy was fairly sure that this was not part of the
deal, and as weird as it may sound, really just wanted to get to the
sucking-off part. He wanted to get this over with. He would appeal this
treatment - except . . . . appeal to whom? The crowd? The Mackey's? About a
Mackey he had to service?

Alex's pride burned with shame, but he continued and tried his best to
drown out the calls of 'support' from his friends and fellow
Springers. Chris Ford, as well, was consumed by his embarrassment, but
stood there stoic, hand over his groin, feet almost crossed, attention
captured by the perverse act going on below him - knowing that that will be
him as well, if and when Tolley ever made it back from talking with
Kelley's little brother.

"Tolley told me to let you know that he's coming."  David Mackey came up
and said to the naked and embarrassed Chris, who was a year older to the
week than David.

David looked darkly at Malcolm and opened his mouth to say something, only
to close it again. There was definitely something more than just Kelley's
presence that was keeping him from talking.

"You want something?"  Malcolm asked, his voice returning back to old
sardonic self-deprecating and world-hating, world-wary 12 1/2 year old that
Kelley wanted to rescue.

Kelley wasn't sure what the specific rift was between these two, except
that David seemed fairly upset and angry with Malcolm, though he was
keeping it locked down for the most part. Kelley also noticed that Seth had
taken a seemingly non-chalant interest in the interaction between the two.

David tried a couple more times to find something to say, but didn't, until
he half-blurted out, "It's all your fault that - "

But he stopped and didn't finish. Kelley caught the knowing glances between
Seth and David. Something was going on that even Malcolm seemed out of the
loop. Malcolm stood up and faced David - he rarely faced off anybody
without backing up first. He was more likely to egg someone's frustrations
on than try to bait an actual fight.

"That what? It's my fault that - what, Faggot?"

David suddenly took on a whole new degree of angry in his eyes and
breathing. Even Malcolm noticed this and was surprised. He didn't
understand the reaction. He called people random names all the time and got
people mad, but not as sharply and intently as this.

As soon as he said the word 'faggot', Kelley stood up.  "Don't use that
word. It's a stinking word to say to somebody."

"Sorry," Malcolm mumbled, without actually looking at anybody, but actually
sounding contrite. Kelley, and a few others nearby were taken aback. So far
as anyone of them knew, Malcolm had never said sorry in his life, unless
you were about to shove his face in a dogpile, or something equally nasty.

"Sorry?"  David asked "You're a sorry son of a - "

"Hey!"  Kelley said sharply, now standing between them.  "Cool
it. Malcolm's hanging out with me. Don't like it - go somewhere else."

"Why's he here?"  David asked, looking at Kelley with anger and hate behind
his attempts to tone down any potential confrontation with Kelley. David
was fairly certain no one would step in for the first few punches with
Kelley, and he wasn't likely to land any himself.

"Well, that's not really any of your business, is it David?"  came the calm
reply.

"Don't worry about it, I'm leaving," Malcolm said behind Kelley and softly
added a mumbled, "thanks anyway."

Wow. A second unheard-of in just a few minutes. Malcolm had never said
thank-you to anyone that Kelley had ever witnessed or heard. He must have
reached him? But what Kelley was too young to actually understand was that
he had actually just met the inner Malcolm. Before he had just been
floating on the storm edges projected out from the boy's misery and
fury. The words came from the boy himself, now sunk back beneath the
stormclouds and receding.

"Wait, Malcolm . . . I'll go with you."  All Kelley got in response was a
slight shrug.  "Hey, Jeremy, go tell Ethan to stay with Cole and make sure
he knows the way back to our house."

Kelley followed Malcolm out to the woods behind the Wood's backyard. They
walked down the sloped trail in silence. The direction Malcolm chose would
cross the creek over a fallen tree and up through the woods to end up
across the street from Carson Leverett's house. From there it was just down
another road, the same road Steven Upshaw would take to go home, except
Malcolm would then go through some more woods to get to the back of his own
house.

At the end of the trail behind the Wood's house, Malcolm went to left a bit
and then started across the fallen tree. He paused halfway across the creek
and turned to face Kelley, who had just stepped up on the log.

"What do want? Huh? Why are you here? I mean . . . . what the hell do you
want?"

"Maybe . . . . just trying to be friends."

"Why?"

"Well . . . why not, Malcolm?"

The two boys just stood in silence, each contemplating what they weren't
entirely sure how to contemplate. Finally Kelley looked around to see if
any other kids were around. He didn't see or hear anyone.

"Look Malcolm," he started quietly.  "At the least, I . . . .uh . . . .
crap. . . . . Jeremy was right. I guess I got too full of myself; and I
don't know how things would have gone if James hadn't shown up. I'm sorry."

"Yeah . . . . .well . . . . fine, you're sorry . . . . bye."  Malcolm
turned to go. There was still a sense of loss about him, like he almost had
something, but didn't know how to take hold of it.

"Wait!"  Kelley let out a deep breath.  "I, uh . . . . I owe you
. . . . you know . . . . the deal. The deal was if I couldn't guarantee it,
then . . . . you know. Well, I guess I couldn't."

"Soooo . . . . so what? Now you're gonna blow me?"  Malcolm gave a
disbelieving laugh.  "What do think? I'm a fucking retard, too? So you can
go back and tell everybody I wanted it, or something? Why cant you just
leave me alone?"

"OK, I can leave you alone. I mean, I don't really want to do this; I'm not
like . . . .well I don't . . . I'm not interested in guys like that. But I
made a deal with you. I want to keep it."

"Why?"

"Honestly," Kelley gave his own laugh at this point, "I don't know; I think
I'm crazy. Maybe I need to learn a lesson like the guys back at the Wood's
house; you know, like I got too big for my pants and thought I could do
something I couldn't. Maybe it's just a lesson to quit making stupid
deals."

"You done this before, you know . . . . go down on a guy?"

There was complete silence for about 20 seconds while Kelley weighed the
responsibility versus rationality of even responding to this
question. Finally, he answered.  "Yeah. I have. I made a stupid deal. I
didn't feel I had a choice, and I needed something done. I can't tell you
what, but I did it. I paid up."

"Wow. For real?"  Malcolm was coming back down off the defensive posture
and starting to free the inner Malcolm, the one desperate for some human
connection more meaningful than the tacit acceptance he had in the Tucker
Wood. Someone to expose themselves and trust him, too.  "Why did you tell
me that?"

"I don't know, honestly. But I'd appreciate it if you just kept it to
yourself."

"No, I mean, why did you tell ME that?"

"Well . . . . I failed at what I said, but I shouldn't have made it to
where I was guaranteeing anything. However . . . . I want you to be able to
trust me again the next time I ask you to. And I guess I cant expect you to
do that if I don't make good on what I said I would do. And I told you that
stuff about me, which is - unfortunately - true, because I cant ask you to
trust me with something big if I don't trust you first."

"Oh."  Malcolm, still standing on the log bridge and at a total loss for a
thought, looked around him. He had always imagined this moment, but in his
mind it had never been something sexual or enjoyable, or even a point of
contact with another willing warm body. Rather it had been dreams of hate,
revenge, of making Kelley pay - the totem sacrifice for all the kids of
Indian Spring, for all the injustices of his short, miserable life. To have
it just offered like this threw him off. It didn't compute within his
worldview.

"Well, Malcolm? What do you say?"

"Um, right here?"

"Uh, well, maybe someplace not so out in the open."

"Oh, right, uh, I know a place, um, in the woods."

Kelley followed him across the creek, both in silence for their own
reasons. By the time Jeremy had come up to the log bridge, both boys were
gone. He called Kelley's name but got no answer. He ran all the way up to
the road, but they were nowhere to be seen. It was like they had
disappeared. He wouldn't find them, though. No non-Mackey in Indian Spring
knew the trails better than Malcolm.

Instead of taking the trail up to the Leverett's, Malcolm disappeared
behind a thicket of bushes off the right side of the path. Kelley wasn't
really comfortable doing anything that close to the trail, but he followed
Malcolm inside, but came out in what seemed to be a different section of
the woods. After a few yards which didn't seem to make sense, he caught up
with Malcolm.

"Can we be seen from the path here?"  Kelley asked, looking back, knowing
that Carson, at least, and maybe some others, would be using that path -
the path that he couldn't really see at the moment.  "I mean, here's OK, I
guess."

"Not here," Malcolm said, and pointed at the ground further away. Kelley
looked, and saw it for the first time. It was another path, seldom used,
but once you looked for it, it was there.

"It goes out behind the Cormack's house. They don't use it much, cause you
cant take a bike down it, and it don't go straight there; kinda goes deeper
in the woods first."

Kelley was impressed. He never knew this was here. He knew there were a lot
of trails that the Cormacks made and used, and he had been down most of
them (all of them, he had thought), but he didn't know about this one. He
followed Malcolm for a couple minutes, before the boy disappeared again
through some tall dense bushes about 10 feet off the trail. Kelley sighed
and followed him in; no telling where this was going.

He came out into a clearing about ten feet across. It seemed unnatural for
the woods around them. The ground was covered in bare sandy soil, for the
most part, and had a fire pit near the center - not surprising, as Malcolm
enjoyed playing with fire. A large plastic tool box was off to one corner,
and some empty Mason jars laying by it. There was even an old ratty lawn
chair that had seen better days.

"Did you . . . "  Kelley started, looking around and duly impressed, as
certainly any 12 year old boy would be awed.  "Did you make this?"

"Yeah," Malcolm said matter-of-fact, and then pointed at the bushes
shielding them from the trail.  "Planted them when I was littler. After my
mom . . . . . . was gone."

"Oh." Kelley wasn't sure what to say. He hadn't really given much thought
to Malcolm's mom. A lot of rumors floated around about her, from died in a
car wreck to just up and left him when he was four.

"Been comin' here ever since."  Then Malcolm gave an unsure look at Kelley.
"Don't nobody know about this place, though."

"I wont tell anybody, Malcolm."  Kelley was too impressed looking around
some more to realize the amount of trust that Malcolm had tried to
reciprocate by bringing him here.

"So, uh," Malcolm started, unsure of what to say, "How dp we, uh . . . do I
just . . .?"

Malcolm mimed pushing his pants down, as he asked. He was ready to begin,
and unsure how to get Kelley to start. About 95% of Malcolm honestly
believed that this was a trap - that Kelley had certainly never intended to
even touch his dick, much less go down on it, and that tomorrow everyone
would be laughing at him and talking about him even worse than normal. He
may even lose his second most sacred secret place, the one he had made when
his mother left, if Kelley told everybody about it. Even the remaining 5%
of him that hoped this could even be remotely about to happen was full of
doubt. But so desperate was the boy for someone to reach out to him, that
he was sacrificing everything left in the chance.

Kelley walked up to Malcolm and the boy flinched back against the trunk of
a tree on the edge of his fortress of solitude. Even against the tree,
Malcolm pulled himself back slightly, preparing for both the disappointment
and the onslaught of Kelley's fists.

Kelley sighed inwardly; there were many reasons he committed himself to
doing this, all of which were stupid reasons. Still, it had been a very
clear deal, and he had made it. Jake's team lost, Malcolm wasn't accepted
merely because of Kelley's insistence, and so he owed a blow job. That was
the deal; and there was no reason Malcolm should be treated any
different. Kelley felt then for Malcolm's crotch, and the boy jumped,
moving his hands quickly toward protection, but still holding them back,
still in wild hope that an even wilder fantasy was actually coming true.

"Relax, Malcolm, just seeing what you have down there," Kelley said as he
squeezed the crotch, his thumb pressing against the base of an obvious
hard-on. He squeezed along the edges of it, noting it's size.  "Wow, you're
already hard - real hard."

"Sorry," came an embarrassed reply. He couldn't look Kelley in the face,
ashamed he was caught out with an erection in his pants already. He still
didn't know what to do with his hands, but kept them in an almost
Frankensteinish pose, afraid to bring them in, too on edge to let them hang
limp. He caught his breath sharply as Kelley squeezed along the erection to
it's softer and more sensitive tip.

"What are you sorry for?"  Kelley gave a short laugh.  "It's supposed to be
hard. I think you're bigger than me, too. And don't say 'sorry'."

"Sorry . . .I mean . . .I wont. I just . . . I cant believe you're gonna do
this . . . . for me."

"Well, you're not the only one nervous about this; but it's your deal. You
did your part and trusted me, so here goes."

"Shit@!"  came a loud but somehow still breathless exclamation out of
Malcolm as Kelley dropped to his knees and brought the boy's zipper own
with him. Malcolm felt a tide surging in his body and the pressure dropping
within his head.

"Oh, gahh-you're nah-ah---oh shit," as Kelley unsnapped the pants and let
them drop, reaching in to pull out the warm, hard erection of his hopefully
former foe and nemesis. He changed hands and gripped the dick tight in his
right hand, pulling down slightly and watching mesmerized by the flare of
the head in an angry purple statement of engorgement. With his left hand he
pulled Malcolm's tattered briefs down in front to reveal the boy's reddish
tinged, soft brown hairs, with few kinks and just starting to give a semi
halo around the base, and down further to reveal the lower hanging nuts,
his scrotum already a darker color than Kelley's own.

For Malcolm, the grip of Kelly's hand was electrifying and his hands just
had to have somewhere to go. They pulled themselves inward and entangled
themselves within the soft brown curlish hair, luxuriating in the feel and
sending a double message of direct sensual touch and secondary knowledge
that this was Kelley's head coaxing toward his dick. The message fired to
the increasingly hypoxic brain and to the center of his body that was
falling rapidly into his nuts. Once it did that, there was only one
direction to go.

"Oh FUCK !!"  Malcom gave a strained agonizing cry as he felt that
rise. His dick could not get harder, though it was certainly trying, and
the head was straining to feel that hot mouth that it knew was just right
there. Just Kelley's breath alone as it played hot over the crown would
send him shooting; but once he felt the tongue reach out and kiss the
underside while the wet mouth quickly followed down and over his dickhead,
it was completely all over and he began shooting harder than he thought was
possible. The dick was past the lips and the rougher tongue sliding
underneath and he fired, so help him, a storng blast of cum that had to
fill that entire cavity of incipient suction

"UNNNGGHOOOHhHHFFUUUCCCKKK-UUUNNNGghhhhh!!!"

"FFFUUUNNNNGGHHHHhhhhh!!!!!!!!


"UUUNNNggghhhhHHHCCKKkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



"UUUnnggooohh!!!!!""





"Fu-nnnghh.. ....ooohhhhnngghh.................uunngghh................Shit!"




"Unnggoohh"





"Ohhh...................god.............ungh."




Finally there was just heavy breathing and dizzy blurriness as he tried
forcing open his eyes, realizing he may be slipping down the tree, but
hardly even realizing how entangled his hands were in that hair, wrapped
around that head, and only dimly understanding how hard he was holding on
to the head that miraculously still seemed to be applying suction as the
last discordant jerks traveled through his body.

Finally, and almost mercifully the other boy, who he dimly recognized as
Kelley, pulled off his excruciatingly tortured dick, if torture can be said
to elevate sensation to the exquisite point that has bypassed all typing of
pain versus pleasure.

Kelley watched the boy recover and rolled the last of his semen and sperm
around on his tongue before swallowing it down. If he ever could get used
to giving blow jobs - and god forbid he should get used to that - he would
never feel good about swallowing the cum of another boy. Something about it
was so damn degrading to Kelley.

Still - this hadn't been really half bad. He hated to admit it, but he
hadn't minded so much with Malcolm. If that alone wasn't freaky enough --
Malcolm actually tasted - well . . . . . pretty OK. Somebody that liked
doing this stuff might even say pretty good. Malcolm's copious boy fluids
had a somewhat roasted vanilla backflavour, with just a hint of
. . . . . . . . . ginger . . . . . .yeah, definitely ginger . . .around the
edges of the taste.

Kelley regarded the dazed boy with a smile - it was automatic, he had no
specific reason for it. Malcolm was butt-on-the-ground and leaning against
the tree and finally coming around to full senses, well, at least 2/3
senses.

"What the," he paused to continue breathing for awhile, looking around like
he was trying to see who hit him, "What the fuck was that!??"

"Wow! You must have really needed that, Malcolm!"

"Is that what always happens, when . . . .when . . . . . you know
. . . . someone else . .. . . gets you off."

"Nooo. Not always. Maybe just sometimes I guess. I don't know - don't have
lots and lots of experience with it, really."

"Has some . . . .body else . . . . done that. . . . for you?"

"Um, just once."  Kelley thought back to when Nathan had gone down on
him. It felt good, definitely, though certainly nothing like Malcolm's
cataclysmic orgasm. But Nathan was his best friend, and Duncan as well, and
he didn't want to do anything that would make those relationships awkward.

"You should . . . . . get them . . . . .do it again."

"Anngh, it's complicated."

"Why the fuck can.....can't I.....breathe?"

Both boys laughed, though Malcolm's was almost devoid of energy. You'd
think he had just run a mile out of shape.

Malcolm pulled his shirt over his groin in the interim to achieve some
modesty and slowly came back to earth. Even after he was feeling fairly
close to normal, he just sat there staring off. He had just crossed a line,
and he wasn't sure where to go.

"You got a lot of guts, Malcolm. You shouldn't ever let anybody make you
think differently."

"Hunh? Why do you say that?"

"It's just what I see. One day you'll see it."  Kelley stood up and held
out his hand to help him up, all the while Malcolm clutched at his pants to
keep somewhat covered. After he was standing he asked Kelley, "Can you, um
. . .you mind . . . turning around?"

"Hunh?  Oh...yeah, sure."

Kelley waited while Malcolm readjusted everything and made himself
presentable again. It was that post-cum embarrassment he was feeling, mixed
with the 'what the hell do I do now' feeling that was steaming to a stop
near him. Kelley turned back around when he heard the zipper go up, and the
two boys started out of the clearing.

"Hey, Malcolm, what are those jars for?"

"Oh, uh, nothing. It's not important."

Once they were out on the little used path and headed back to the main
trail, Kelley stopped. He paused for a few moments, trying to decide if
this was something he should really do or say. Maybe he should just let
things lay. He smiled to himself when he thought of what his little brother
would say. Not wanting to disappoint the little Ethan on his shoulder, and
unsure of why the vague insistence at the back of his mind was pushing
this, he let out his thought:

"Uh, Malcolm, that, um . . . what we just did . . . . . that really doesn't
count as an actual blow job. I don't think."

"It doesn't? Does it get better?"

"No," Kelley laughed, "I don't think it actually gets any better than
that. I think you really, REALLY needed that, probably, and like a dam
busted or something. I don't know. But I still owe you a blow job. I said I
would give you one, and I will."

Now Malcolm looked perplexed, but wouldn't look at Kelley.  "Nah, you don't
. . . . you don't owe me anything."

"I do actually, but if you don't want it, I'm not gonna push it. I'm not
dying to give you one. Let just say, I give you my word, if you trust me,
that it wont have any effect on how things go between you and me, however
you want them to go."

"Really?"  There it was, when the thin boy looked up, that ray of hope
bursting through the darkness. It wasn't a blinding ray, but then there was
a lot of darkness to get through.

"Yeah really."  Kelley said, with a smile that exuded trust. He held out
his hand to shake on it.  "Well, what do you say? Going once, one free blow
job, whenever you want it."

"Uh. . . ."  did he dare? That experience was incredible. He had to feel
that again, and more than once. He had to, and he asked with a hopeful
inquisitive inflection at the end, "Just, um, just one?"

Kelley smiled. The boy wasn't completely broken.  "All right. Two. IF you
promise to try and get along with people and even try to do something
friendly with one or two."

"Just try?"

"Just try."

"And I get two free blow jobs? Whenever I want? No tricks?"

"Yep, as long as you get them by, say, the end of July."

"Deal!"  Malcolm shook Kelley's hand, and realized, to himself, that he
actually had no doubts that Kelley would pay up, just as he said he
would. It was an incredibly liberating feeling.

"And, Malcolm, as far as everything here went . . . "

"I won't tell anybody. Promise."

"Well, I hope you don't," Kelley said, "but if you do . . . "

"No, I promise, I won't."  It was such an unusual and off-setting thing to
see Malcolm almost begging in his eyes like that. The poor boy. Everything
was going so great, he just didn't want to be threatened. He wanted to be
trusted. It was such a new and nice feeling. He at least wanted it to last
as long as it could, because by the time they left the path, it was back to
his reality.

"Relax, Malcolm, I believe you, I was just gonna say that if you did, I
wouldn't let anybody call you a liar. As long as you tell the truth, I'll
back up anything you say about what happened. I just. . . uh . . .would
prefer you didn't."

"Thanks."  It was still such a lonely voice.

"You know, Malcolm, I don't really know you at all. You should just come by
the house sometime to hang out, show me who the real Malcolm is, or wants
to be."

"Just come by? . . . .your house?"

"Yeah. Whenever you want "

"Well, uh . . . .when?"

Kelley turned and started walking back to the main trail. He called out
over his shoulder, "Like I said, whenever you want. You don't need an
invitation to come to my house Malcolm. Just come by whenever you want."

The boys emerged from the trail across form Carson Leverett's house and
found both Carson and Jeremy Cantrell waiting for them. What's more, Jeremy
had both his bike and Kelley's.

"Oh, uh, hey guys," Kelley said uncertainly, "Um, it almost looks like
you're waiting for us, or something."

"We are," said Carson with a disturbing smile.  "We knew you were on the
trail. Couldn't see you anywhere, but definitely could hear you. Or at
least one of you."

"Oh . . . uh,"

"Is it true, Tucker? Were you REALLY giving Malcolm a blow job?"  Carson
asked, looking like he wouldn't believe it even if Kelley said yes, after
all - this was MALCOLM they were talking about.

Kelley looked at the sheepish Jeremy and knocked him upside the back of his
head. He then looked at Malcolm uneasily, but the cat had left the bag.

"You really heard me?" Malcolm asked the slightly older boy.

"No way you're gonna tell me Kelley Tucker gave you a blow job!"

"Yes," Kelley said quite suddenly.  "I did. I gave Malcolm a blow job, but
if you don't mind, I don't really want it yelled about on the streets."

"No, it's cool," Carson said, "I wont say anything to anybody. But, wow. I
cant believe it; but don't worry, I know, none of my business anyway. But
yeah, it was pretty easy to hear you, sounded very intense. We just
couldn't figure out where you guys were."

"Behind a big tree," Kelley said.  "Now, I'm going home. See you
later. Coming with me Jeremy?"

"Yeah. I'll, um . . . .see what Ethan's up to . . . maybe."

"You guys want to shoot some HORSE or something for a few?"  Carson asked.

"Naahh."  Kelley said, but indicated Malcolm with a nod of his head, "But
Malcolm might."

Carson rolled his eyes, but went with it.  "What do you say, Malcolm, want
to shoot some HORSE? I'm too tired to do any other one-on-one play."

Malcolm smiled broadly at Kelley; there seemed to be something of a
trickster look in his eyes, and he showed his hand when he held it up and
wiggled three fingers.

'Ah' Kelley thought 'so Malcolm is making jokes now.' Well it certainly was
a world away from the old Malcolm. But Kelley shook his head and held up
two fingers. Two blow jobs was the going deal, no more.

"So, Malcolm," Carson asked again, "Want to shoot some hoops?"

"Yeah, that'd be fun. Thanks."  He looked sheepishly at Kelley, as Carson
turned to go up to his house.  "Had to try, I guess. Sorry."  And with that
he turned to follow Carson.

"Tuck . . . what the hell you do to Malcolm? It's like he's a human now."
Jeremy said as the boy seemed to be happily following Carson back to his
house.

'Gahd, I am such a sucker,' Kelley thought, without actually noticing any
double entendre, "Hey, Malcolm!!"

"Yeah?"  The boy turned around and saw Kelley smiling, shrugging his
shoulders, and holding up three fingers.

"But if you ask again, then it's Zero! Cool?"

Malcolm gave a broad smile and a thumbs up before following Carson again.

"What was that about?"  Jeremy asked.

"Nothing," Kelley said as he got on his bike and began to peddle away,
"Just about trying to make friends."

What Carson was doing was nice. And Seth also had always been nice to
Malcolm, as had other Mackeys, a few at least, well mostly nice. But with
Kelley it was different. Malcolm turned again and was beaming as he watched
Kelley ride off. Even without the promise of blow jobs, he would be beaming
still as he looked at the receding Knight Errant.

Why? Because he had a friend.

For the first time in his long miserable short life,

Malcolm McEwen had a friend.


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This Chapter was hard to get out for various reasons beyond my control.
Since it was typed out over a period of 7 or 8 months, I hope the flow has
been satisfactory. One reader has asked me about a list of characters. How
many would be interested in that? As a supplement? I could also share some
of the Mackey backlore that I keep in my mind as I am writing this. As I
have said before, it is mostly already written, just not down on paper - or
.doc. Very good then, let me know and I will endeavour to be more punctual
with the next chapter (21C), hopefully in the next week or two.

-Jonas