Date: Fri, 13 Nov 2009 09:25:53 +0000 (GMT)
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Chpater 23a

Kids of Indian Spring
By Jonas Henley


Chapter 23a
Cloak, Dagger, and Charcoal



Tuesday, 20 June 1995
10 am

"I mean, things are changin' in Indian Spring."  Tolley explained, as he
and Ethan headed across the old foot bridge behind the Tucker house.
"There's something big comin' and your dad's in the middle of all of
it. What's more, there's Mackey that's startin' to turn on Mackey, a lot of
distrust and finger pointing. So far your dad is the only one on all sides
that anybody considers still clean or trustworthy. There's Mackey and
others that are looking for reasons not to trust him, too. Maybe it ain't
fair, I say it ain't, but there it is. And they're watchin' how the two of
you do things to see if you're Indian Spring loyal."

"What do you mean?"  Ethan asked the 12 year old boy who was nearly a year
and a half older, but barely an inch and a half taller, partly because
Tolley was a bit late in growing, and partly because Ethan was a bit early.

"Well, there's lots of rules and laws that make us a separate
community-like. I don't know how to explain it all, but there's lots of
stuff separate from all the sex rules, like how land is handed down, how it
can be split or received, how houses can be occupied and by who, and rights
of access to the creek, and lots and lots of things that your grandpa and
dad helped set-up to argue Indian Spring into a community and out of State
hands. It was your Grandpa Tucker that got the Conservation area spread to
include behind Coolspring and farther out along the Crazy Indian. He also
fortified the borders against Sweetwater expansion and prevented the
loggers from returning back into the protection area."

"Cool."

"It was your Great-Grandfather that got the loggers kicked out to start
with, and cause of that, some of the Mackeys got rich off runnin'
shine. But the State came back with some Imnent Domins, or something that
said they could use the State Park for any State recreation purpose. And it
was your dad that got them kicked out, again. The area they wanted to use
would've cost like 30 Mackey families their homes. That's why it's called
the Tucker Wood now."

"I didn't know all that! It's so cool -- they really named that whole area
back there after my dad?"

"Yeah, almost 20 years ago. Your dad's a hero back in there. You guys sure
don't know a whole hell lot about your dad."

"Guess not."

"It's probably just cause your dad don't like to talk about himself
much. But that's why everybody has got so much respect for him. He gave up
a big high payin' job to fight the State. And he did it by usin' the long
tradition of handing down homes and lands in the area to argue for
something like a settler clause in the State laws that only applies in
protected lands. I don't know it all, it's real complicated. But some
Mackeys believe it means you can't change any of the traditions or the
State can go and argue the case again."

"Hasn't the State given up?"

"No, they tried to convert the front part to a Park, since it has the
actual Spring. They left you guys' house alone, probably cause they were
afraid of your dad, but they started goin' after the Turners, the Lucci's,
and the Gaither's, just trying to pick a few off at a time. And another
part of the State started goin' after a few other families. Your dad
fought'em all off."

"I heard of that."

The boys were now crossing back over the creek on the second old
footbridge, a rarely used one behind the Evans' house. They were heading on
the trail that would go up to the point of the rise going to Coolspring and
then around to the ridge at the back of Coolspring that overlooked much of
the Tucker Wood. However, the two boys took a much less used fork that went
due east and up some of the rise.

"Then they tried to expand Spring Drive, which would give them Right of Way
access rights that they had lost before and some rights to the creek and
people's lands. It was something real tricky. That's when your mom and dad,
the Cormacks, the Havers, the Cantrells, and a couple others started the
CIA -- the Community Integrity Association. Ever since they've been
protecting the front door, so to speak."

"So what's happening now?"

"They opened back up the back door that your dad had already closed. It was
my Uncle Elijah that did it. He don't really talk to my dad, or to Uncle
Jeb or Aunt Esther anymore."

"Why did he do it?"

"Money. And he's real angry, too. Still."

"Still?"

"Well, long story. Something happened. Any rate it was after that that
Uncle Elijah supposedly started some plans for a Water Recreation Park on
the creek, was talking to the State in secret. It was mostly on his land
and some on other lands along the creek, including Hollis', Seth's dad."

"I thought Seth's dad was against it."

"He is. He ain't stupid; he knows that it would forever change Indian
Spring and most of the Mackey clan would have to move, plus ruin his
moonshine business. But Elijah lost all his gold, and he's mad. So are Paul
and Duane, Hiram and Darrell's dads, cause they say some of the gold that
Elijah lost was s'posed to belong to them; except ain't no one ever seen
it. Just legend it was there at all and rumor that some long lost cousin
named Tabitha stole it."

"Cool!"  Any boy loves a story with lost treasure and mysterious
cousin/thieves in the night.

"A few other Very Deep Mackeys are attracted to the new money, though. The
money Uncle Elijah thinks he's gonna get. Some don't believe things will
change much. Some think it's time to change; some think other things."

"Sounds like a mess."

"It is. And the ones that don't want it to change, many of them are afraid
if ANYTHING changes then there could be the whole domino thing that your
dad tried to warn them about, except my dad thinks he was talking about
something else. And the ones that do want change, well, lots of them are
still scared of it, so they don't want any of the little stuff
changing. Then others say it ain't fair if one kinset had to give something
or someone up and now nobody else has to."

"Kinset?"

"Nine groups that the whole Mackey Clan is divided into for voting and
other stuff. The first four are Very Deep, the 5th, 6th, and 7th, are Deep,
and the Near Mackeys are in the 8th Kinset. The 10th one is all the Mackeys
that have moved out of Indian Spring."

"Wait. What's number 9?"

"There isn't a 9th. There was supposed to be, over on the west side near
the Upshaws and over there, but they stopped building over there. So there
isn't one, although my dad says the rules still included the
possibility. At any rate, all laws and rules, and everything is set by our
council of Kinsets. Every Kinset has a vote and each Kinset gets certain
rights and responsibilities, depending on size. But none of that
matters. What matters is that you and Kelley are a part of this."

"How? We're not Mackeys."

"Well, you might as well be. My dad says you're the
`counterbalance'. Honestly, I don't know what the hell that means, and
again, honestly, there's lots of things I can't tell you -- I mean I'm not
supposed to. Well, really, I'm not s'posed to be tellin' you anything
atall. I WILL tell you that there's some Mackeys looking for a reason not
to trust your dad."

"Why? I thought all you guys liked him."

"We do. My family's behind your dad. Well, mostly. So is Sean's and
Dean's. Seth's dad definitely is. But some things happened about 8 or 9
years ago, and there's some Mackeys that think your dad helped it
happen. But he won't say, and everyone's afraid to try and find out from
him."

"What happened?"

Tolley paused. What was he doing? He knew he shouldn't be telling Ethan
this. He knew Eli was looking for them. It wasn't STRICTLY forbidden
telling Ethan all this, but it was definitely frowned upon and damn sure
suspicious. They would bottom him if he told too much; and he knew they
would let Eli take him first. So it wasn't even in Eli's best interest to
give Tolley any leeway.

"OK," Tolley said with a deep breath.  "This is Mackey history. You can't
tell nobody, Ethan. Nobody!"

"I promise. I won't. What happened?"  The boy sounded a little scared.

"Well, kinda already tole you part of it. Guess I can tell you the
rest. About 8 or 9 years ago, Elijah Mackey's middle son and Hiram and
Darrell's Uncle Colton both died in an explosion at one of Elijah's
stills."

"Sounds like a bad accident."

"Happens sometimes that a still blows, but not often, and not when a whole
bunch of gold disappears at the same time."

"You think they were killed?"

"Nobody knows for sure, but there's some ideas out there."

"My dad wouldn't kill anybody, or steal anything."

Eventually the two boys came to the end of their trail in a small clearing
before a sharp slant in the woods up the hillside.

"They don't think he did, Ethan. But a few Mackeys think he might know
something about it. At any rate, there's some that's watching him in the
current fight against the Indian Spring development project, and they're
watching you guys to see how much you respect Indian Spring. Tucker
bringing in friends all the time from different places, kinda doesn't help,
but if he supports the rules when it comes to you, most people will be OK
with it."

"When it comes to me?"

"Yeah. Most of us figure Tucker will step in between you and the rules of
Indian Spring at all cost, and one of those is about sex."

"You mean if I let someone in my butt?"

"Well, that's the simplest part of something a lot more complicated, but
yeah. So you need to watch yourself, like I was trying to explain
yesterday."

"Watch myself how?"

"Like how you stick to tradition. Like your brother bringing in that
Coolspring boy . . . . .Relax, Ethan, if anyone can break tradition or
rules, it's your brother; but he's being watched. I mean, not followed, and
not like Eli's watching me, but everybody's kinda paying attention to
him. And BECAUSE it's him, he's making it harder for some of the Mackeys
that want to change a lot of the traditions. You might be surprised to know
Seth is one of them. It's why he weren't too pleased with Kelley doing
that, bringing in that Coolspring kid for one."

"So how's that stopping him, Seth, I mean, from doing things different?"

"Well, Seth's at odds with his neighbors, and his dad's shine
partners. Seth's area stands the most to lose if your father gets his way,
and they're Very Deep and very traditional. And Seth just ain't. So they're
looking for you two to show disrespect; that would giv'em some ammo against
your dad. Things like this make'em harder set against the changes Seth and
others want."

"What about you?"

"Well, I want some changes, but some things I like the way they are. At any
rate, honest and all the same, Ethan, it's only a matter of time `fore you
take it up the ass. You know it, and I know it."

Ethan seemed a bit embarrassed, though he didn't try to deny it. He just
shrugged and let Tolley continue.

"Only, things ain't gonna go so well for your dad if you don't follow the
rules, and since Kelley didn't seem set to let you follow them, I figured
somebody better tell you."

Ethan nodded an OK, a willingness to hear what Tolley had only hinted at
yesterday.

"Basically, for your ass, the rules is: first boy that cums in your butt
owns your butt and can ask to fuck it whenever he wants for a whole year,
and even older rules say it's once a week for two more years after
that. And if you don't get fucked at least every 5 days by him, then you
gotta go find him and ask him to fuck you. And he can fuck you anywhere
around any guy that's seen you get fucked, and sometimes just if they know
about it and have some special permission, but that's some other details."

"Those are stupid rules. Why have them?"

"They're old. A lot of them ain't still followed sificly; but more is
expected of you and Kelley right now. I mean, your dad is askin' a lot of
the Mackeys to give up a lot of money and saying the community of Indian
Spring is more important. And some are sayin' he ain't askin' much as just
plannin' for them to agree. So he's talkin' community to them . . ."

"And they're expecting to see it in me and Kelley."

"Exactly! Your dad don't want you to know it, though, and don't you tell
him or any other Mackey I told you -- or anybody actually -- but if you
don't follow these rules, then things could go real bad for your dad. And
Tucker'll try and stop you, too."

"Why didn't dad tell us?"

"Cause he don't want you stuck under those rules. Problem is when he was a
kid he made other kids follow them."

"That's why Kelley made me promise not to let Jeremy in my butt before
Cal's White Party this weekend."

"Probly. Cal's been visited by a bunch of Mackeys lately. He seems to think
he can get in your pants. That's his whole plan. He doesn't think you'll be
able to say no. Of course, if you go as a Blue, you can't say no. And Cal's
been trying to figure a way to make you his. Hayden tried to warn your
brother down at the creek last week, but there's only so much he could
say. If he had said too much, they were gonna put my name back on a list to
be made a bottom for all the Mackeys. And me and Seth only just got off
it. Sean and David are still on it."

"You mean either Sean or David are gonna be made a bottom? For everybody?"

"Yeah; don't matter what they want. It's a Mackey tradition. Don't get too
worked up, Ethan -- you cant fight it. Not even Kelley can. And it's
probably gonna be David. Darrell's gunnin' for it to happen."

"What?? That's his brother! How can somebody do that to their brother?"

"Hey, Ethan, not everybody's got a big brother like you and me. Hayden's
only concern the last three months was getting me and Seth both off the
list. Seth don't have a brother, so Hayden watches out for him. But ain't
nobody gonna be able to help me if you tell anybody we talked, Ethan. Even
Tucker. I don't wanna be a bottom, Ethan."

"I won't tell anybody. Promise."

"So can you also tell me that you won't ever suck no one and won't ever let
no one in your butt?"

Ethan blushed and looked elsewhere, anywhere that wasn't in Tolley's
direction.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Well, we gotta get you fucked then. Soon as
the White Party is over, we need some boy to snake his dick up your hole
and feed you some cum deep in your ass -- get you well and truly fucked and
owned."

"I don't wanna be owned!"

"Well, that's why we gotta figure out someone that don't really want to do
it, but wont set you free neither; just so you cant get tricked into being
owned by somebody else."

"Let me guess - you?"  Ethan was sharp, not a totally naïve kid; however
on this point he was off the mark.

"No Ethan, not me. For one, even though I'm not really into guys, I know
you're pretty cute, and I'm pretty damn sure I would like your ass. Once I
started, maybe I wouldn't stop."

Ethan took it as a compliment, blushed again and looked down.

"Not only that; I think you need some information from the inside; and if I
turned you, you'd never be able to trust me really. Plus, Hayden wouldn't
be very happy with me. But for the record -- that's what everyone thinks
I'm trying to do. They think I'm trying to turn you, and I'm gonna play
that up, OK? I may get fussed at for it by Hayden and probably beat up by
Tucker, but they'll leave me be once it ain't me that turns you."

"Who then? Don't I get a say?"

"You can say `no', but you're better off if you let me help."

"OK . . . . I guess."

"Anyway, I know who you're thinking, and you can't really trust Jeremy. I
don't think so, at least. And, anyways, if you go gettin' fucked by some
kid that can't cum, then you still gotta be a bottom at things like White
Parties and then anybody can fuck you, and then you won't have NO control
over who's the first guy to cum up your ass."

"Maybe that's another reason Kelley told me not to let Jeremy mess with my
butt any before the White Party this weekend."

"Yes, because I'm not even sure Jeremy would count. Tucker aint
stupid. Technically, you have to be able to shoot real cum twice in a row
to count as a cummer, and it helps if you got hairs, too. I don't know
where that leaves Jeremy. If he didn't count, first kid that could cum at
the White Party could claim you, and if it's not a kid from here, then
every kid in Indian Spring that could cum could apply for rights. Your dad
would put a stop to that REAL quick, and ain't a Mackey that would go
against him; except once he did that then all the Very Deeps would start
choosing up sides more mean-like and all hell `d break loose in the Tucker
Wood."

"But after I start, you know, doing stuff, you want to?"

"Only if you do. But yeah," Tolley smiled broadly at this point.  "I
really, really do. Meantime, Ethan, you really need to find someone you can
trust to fill your ass the first time. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted
to pump you full of cum. 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. Not right now."

Ethan had to clear his throat. This was becoming downright embarrassing
being, um, complimented, in this way by Tolley.  "So, uhm, why not Cal,
again? Definitely not him?"

"Hell, no, Ethan. Weren't you listening? Stay away from him. Don't trust
that one for anything. He's the one, along with his dad and somebody in the
Very Deep, none of us are sure who, that restarted these stupid White
Parties. Seth wants to kill him. You know, not really, but kind of."

"But I like Cal."

"I know Ethan, but he's just layin a trap for you. All he wants is your
butt. Your . . . . . reall nice butt."  Tolley shook his head and
continued, "Anyways, he wants you to like him, but not normal-like."

"You mean . . . . queer-like?"

"No, Cal aint queer. More like . . . I don't know . . . worship-like. He's
gonna try something at the White Party."

"Isn't Hinton going this weekend to the White Party? Hayden told Kelley he
was. And Kevin and Sean, too."

"Yeah, actually it'll be me, not Sean, cause Sean's still on the possible
bottom list. I'm in Boy Scouts, too, and in one of the troops that does
this same thing. I think it's kinda fun in Scouts. Seth quit cause of it,
but I like the White/Blue stuff in Scouts. But I don't think they should
have restarted them in the Spring. Hayden thinks it's gonna cause lots of
problems, too."

"So why are you guys going?"

"We have something we gotta do. I just hope it turns out OK. This party's
big, real big, you just don't know why. And no, I can't tell you
why. They'll bottom me for sure just to punish me if I tell you why. Even
Seth won't tell you why. So don't ask."

"I can't believe they'd make you . . . .you know. Even against your will?"

"Sort of. You're expected to comply, for the good of your family. Like I
said, we pick our own bottoms, Ethan. Something very few non-Mackeys know
anymore, less their dad's tole them. I still don't even know why I am
tellin' you all this."

"Well, thanks. I hope you don't get into trouble."

"I'll be OK. Just have to lie to Eli when he finds me. I think Darrell and
Hiram set him on me to spy for them, or just keep an eye on me. I'm not
really allowed around Tucker at the moment, and my excuse to try and fuck
you isn't the greatest. Anyway, I know you are going to Jamie Benson's
later this afternoon, and he would be a great choice if it didn't hurt you;
but I heard all his brothers were big-dicked when they got hard. You'll
have to see."

"You think it would really be OK to pick Jamie? I thinks he's . . . . "  If
he had been a couple years older, a little more worldly, and a bit more in
tune with his sexual preferences, Ethan would have said `cute', instead he
just blushed and said "really nice looking. And, uh, you know, nice
. . . . too."

Tolley just laughed at the kid. He wouldn't call Jamie cute. Goofy, maybe;
a bit clumsy, certainly. Not bad looking. Bad cute was Ethan all over.  "If
you can handle him, I think he would be a great choice. If he isn't too
big. Jamie's a really good guy. You said he had to get totally naked to
suck you today, right?"

"Yep!"  Ethan smiled at the thought.

"Well, then you'll be able to see if he is too big or not. I don't think
any boy could stay naked around you for very long without getting
hard. Hey, look for me this afternoon out at the front picnic area and let
me know if he looks too big. And, uh, remember, don't get fucked until
after the White Party."

"OK," Ethan was still smiling at yet another `compliment' that Tolley had
just given him. Tolley was perhaps the most handsome of the Mackeys, or at
least he was working that way, very quickly approaching and soon to pass up
both Hinton and Hayden. His voice had an even rougher edge than Kelley's,
and Ethan had noticed at the creek that Tolley had a few more underarm
hairs than Kelley, even though he was a month younger.

 "You know," Ethan started, "yesterday you said I could look at you anytime
I wanted . . . . "

"Uhm . . . "

Ethan didn't wait for permission again, but instead reached a hand out and
ran the back of it along Tolley's crotch. He met no resistance when he
unsnapped the shorts and pulled down the zipper. Ethan stepped forward and
pulled Tolley's underwear back and looked inside, excited to see that
Tolley's talley was filling out. He pulled the underwear down and hooked it
under Tolley's balls

"Wow. You look really nice! It's even cooler than Jeremy's!"

Tolley smiled and hesitated in what he was about to do. But he decided to
try; he put his hands on Ethan's shoulders, breathing in sharply as he felt
Ethan's hands reach out and caress his drawn up nuts. Tolley moved hands
along Ethan's shoulders and caressed his neck his left, running his right
hand through Ethan's dirty blond hair.

Ethan continued running his hand over the balls, they felt more crinkled
than his, and so electrifying on another level. Tolley was still hairless
along his scrotum, but had some pubic hair beginning above the root. Ethan
was surprised that Tolley had fewer hairs than Kelley down there, since he
had a few more under his arm.

Tolley pressed slightly on Ethan's shoulder and head to give the
hint. Ethan got it. He looked up and smiled broadly, the glint in his eyes
signaling he was OK with it. Ethan lowered himself to his knees, saliva
already flowing copiously around his tongue. He swallowed that down and
leaned forward without hesitation.

"Aaaooh Fuck!"  Tolley moaned and pulled the boys head down on his cock.

Ethan rolled his tongue around the head of the dick and down the first
inch, savoring the warm rubbery feel of stiff young boycock. Tolley's felt
even better in his mouth than Jeremy's. They had a similar feel, though
Tolley's was a bit larger around and had a steelness underlying the rubbery
sensation, and a more mature heat to it.

Ethan sucked it down, greatly enjoying the opportunity. As he felt the dick
fill his mouth, he thought about how much he might like having this one be
the one to go up his backside. He was almost literally itching to try
it. It got even better as he maneuvered more of the throbbing cock into his
mouth, swallowing as he went down to get it deeper in and enjoy the
fullness of boyflesh in his mouth.  And as he went he breathed in the aroma
of a boy farther along in puberty, not much farther, but enough for a
gentle difference in the flavour of smell; a flavour that could be
addicting.

Ethan wrapped his hands around Tolley and started going up and down,
sucking, licking and breathing as he went. He was now grasping the cheeks
of the boy and kneeding them in time to his oral ministrations. He was
realizing that the same fluid he saw come out of Kelley's penis once was
soon to come out of Tolley's.

Ethan was excited. He was looking very much forward to tasting it. Jeremy
only had a bit, and it wasn't as white as Kelley's. But he had only been
able to see Kelley's, not taste it. It must feel and taste different. He
would finally get to see what real cum was like, and the excitement of
taking the full-on sperm of a boy with hair like Tolley was enthralling. He
reached once again and grasped hold of the balls, feeling them and
squeezing them lightly while imagining the sperm inside, getting ready to
shoot up the savory penis and into his waiting mouth.

Tolley was thinking the same thing, though from a totally different
angle. As he felt Ethan's hand wrap around his nuts and gently squeeze, he
felt the boiling orgasm within and knew that any moment he would be
flooding Ethan Tucker with his incipient almost-teen cum, just becoming
white over the last month. He ran his hands in through the dirty blond hair
and pulled the boy onto him and let go his load with a ferocious orgasm and
a yell.

Ethan felt the warm spurt and pulled back, using now only his tongue to
continue the massage of the underside of the dick while his mouth caught
the remaining spurts. He felt the warm, semi-thick fluid in his mouth,
thought again how utterly cool it was that it was sperm in his mouth! And
Tolley's sperm at that. He had been interested for such a long time in
Tolley, on the sexual side of things. He was, after all, quite a
looker. And such a nice guy.

Ethan swallowed the load down and smiled inwardly, and in exuberance,
knowing as he did that that he was taking another boy's sperm into his
body. He loved it!! He absofreakinglutely loved it!! Finally -- REAL
sperm!! He was definitely doing this more!! Ethan sucked a bit more to get
the last bits before coming off the still hard dick. He swished the
remainder around his mouth for more of a taste before swallowing it down.

Ethan jumped up and threw his arms around Tolley, thanking him for letting
him do it. The boy was giddy, throwing out the words `cool' and `awesome'
and other similar expressions for several minutes. The whole time he had
put his hand back into Tolley's underwear (the older boy had been trying to
close everything back up again -- as fun as it was to see the younger boy
so excited, he had blown his load already). But Ethan kept his hand wrapped
around Tolley's dick and nuts, inadvertently keeping the boy stimulated in
a continuing mostly-erect state.

If he kept it up for much longer, Tolley was going to ask for a repeat oral
action on his dick. All of a sudden Ethan stopped talking and tipped up on
his tiptoes and gave the surprised boy a peck on his lips. Tolley didn't
necessarily object -- he would have decked any other boy that did that,
though. Tolley may be OK with the fun side of boysex, but he wasn't
queer. However, Ethan wasn't just any boy. Tolley didn't mind as much with
him. Wasn't interested in doing more of kissing, but the peck he didn't
mind.

Ethan pulled his hand out of the underwear and looked down at the pouch
still visible through the splayed zipper. He could see the rounding of the
boy's balls and the firm shaft directed upward.

"Can I put my hand down there again sometime?"

"Anytime you want," Tolley said with a smile, and almost a laugh,
considering the exuberance of the young boy.

Already Ethan was thinking about the even older boy that was supposed to
blow him instead that afternoon. Jamie Benson owed Ethan a blow job as part
of the debt when losing the basketball game yesterday. Ethan had agreed to
postpone collecting his debt to allow Jamie more privacy in the
obligation. In truth, however, Ethan had just pressed his advantage over
the boy so that he could take his time and get a full free showing.

Now he was thinking that he might even return the favor. He was wondering
both what it must be like to suck on a 13 year old's penis, and what his
cum would be like to swallow.

"I gotta go, Ethan. Eli Corbin is supposed to be watching my ass, hopefully
not literally, so I better go find him, so he report back to the others
that I'm going to stay out of trouble."

"So what's going to happen to me and Kelley?"  Ethan asked.

"Ethan, don't worry about it. Just do what we talked about and you'll be
OK. All right? I gotta go . . . . . and, uh . . .thanks!"







10:45am

"So, what do you want to do, Joey?"  Caleb asked.

Joey had gone almost a whole week wrestling with this decision. He finally
felt a need for relief that he couldn't understand. He gave in to the need
and sought out Duncan to scratch his itch.

"I don't know. Maybe just hang out. Am I even allowed over?" Joey asked the
older boy, though Joey was still distracted by what had happened earlier
that morning with Duncan. That itch he had had. Oh man, it was such a good
itch, too.

So Duncan had scratched it -- good and deep. He left behind a nice load
that Joey was still carrying around in his rectum, the sides of his inner
muscles coated with the cream of Duncan's boyhood nuts. But unlike the last
time, he had the courage to drop by Caleb's afterward. Though he could not
even tell you for what he was looking.

"Dad doesn't really like other people in the house, but Rich won't tell."
Caleb didn't finish the thought going through his head, which was:
`especially you Joey! Dad would freak and take the belt to my ass twice as
hard the next time, if he just so much as knew you were in this house,
especially after he found out it was your thin cum leaking out of my ass
last week.'

Instead Caleb just left it with the simple explanation that his little
brother Rich would not tell. No sense in making Joey uncomfortable. The boy
meant too much to him, right now, that was . . . . .

Caleb gave a shudder at the thought of what he had let Joey do the last
time, but then flashed the younger boy a smile and said, "It's cool. Don't
worry about it."

"I don't want to get you in trouble. Your dad's a little -- um, well,
. . . .strict. Yeah. He's a little strict."

Caleb laughed. He figured the word that Joey had paused on was `crazy'. His
dad did seem to be getting a little more like that every day.  "Don't
worry, Joey. It's cool. It'll be all right. I wanted you to come over
anyway."

"Well, I don't want to get Rich in trouble either. I know you two have to
share punishments for anything just one of you does."

"Rich is fine, Joey."  Caleb said to make his younger friend relax and feel
more comfortable.  Although in truth, Rich was still not speaking too much
with Caleb for getting him in trouble last week; and he was not too happy
about Joey coming over, for two reasons: 1) he didn't want to get in
trouble for Caleb defying their father because Caleb was just thinking with
his dick, and 2) the whole gay thing aspect was too new and unusual for him
to really digest.

Rich was three months younger than already 11 year old Joey and three
months older than Ethan. He wasn't anywhere near their level of interest in
sex, though. He was still only 10 for the next two months, and was your
more typical non-worldly 10 year old, not so much like those in Indian
Spring. And he definitely wasn't interested in boys the way Ethan and Joey
were. To be honest, he didn't think much about sex; but all the same Rich
wasn't totally unaware of sex.

As for girls, Rich was also just a month older than Ian and Brianna and,
even though he wasn't nearly as sophisticated or sexually aware as those
two, either, he knew what was up between them and some of what went on with
the older boys and girls in the neighborhood. He was aware of how sex was
supposed to work among adolescents. Rich was, actually, starting his own
fledgling interests in naked girls, at least in the photos that he had seen
over at Steven Upshaw's house the rare few times he had been allowed to
look.

And he knew that Caleb's misadventure with a younger boy just didn't fit
into any part of his world view as developed so far. And so he had angrily
left the living room when Joey came over. He tried not to show it and just
said he was bored and wanted to play outside.

"I'm going to find Miguel," he added huffily. Miguel was the second son of
the De La Cruz family. He was older than Rich by a couple of years, but
Rich played better with him and the next older brother, Vicente, than he
did with Javier, who was closest in age to Rich. Vicente, who at a year
older than Miguel, was already technically a teenager. Unfortunately, the
De La Cruz family was still largely shunned by the Indian Spring community,
so 13 year old Vicente's principal playmate was his 12 year old brother
Miguel and their 10 year old (almost 11) neighbor Rich Parker. Javier was
still 9 months younger than Rich and not as mature. He mainly hung out with
Katherine and Patrick Cormack.

With Rich gone and out of the house, the boys continued some nervous small
talk. There was just barely too great a difference in their ages to have
much of a conversation. It was inevitable that a lull should come, and they
just sat there on the couch, looking at each other. Caleb, being 14 years
old, had the greater libido and leaned in toward Joey to make the first
move. Joey watched as the older boy's head came in close to his
own. Caleb's eyes began to close as his lips moved in to meet Joey's. Joey
opened his mouth and felt the full pressure as the older boy's lips finally
bore down upon his own. He closed his eyes, as well, as the seal was made,
and Caleb's tongue came into his mouth to explore and wrestle with the
native tongue inside.

Joey felt Caleb's hand run through the back of his hair and gave a small
moan, wrapping his arms around the stronger torso, feeling Caleb's
burgeoning muscles beneath his T-shirt. He couldn't believe how wonderful
this felt; he hadn't really even felt THAT attracted to guys, plus he was
barely 11 years old. But this was awesome, and when he felt himself being
pulled down to lay on the couch, he went with the flow, without breaking
the passionate exploratory kiss in which the two were engaged.

The serious make out continued for a bit longer before Caleb broke the kiss
and sat back up. Smiling down at the younger boy, he pulled off his
T-shirt, exposing the developing muscular chest, his slightly larger and
darker brown nipples, and the moderate tufts of hair in his armpit, all of
which Joey marveled at and felt a small jump in his dick as he took in the
view. Caleb then removed his pants, and stripped down to his briefs, the
front of which were clearly sagging with a mostly-hard, erecting male
organ, and he leaned back in for some more serious kissing. Both boys by
this point were as hard as rock.

Caleb interrupted the kissing, again, to whisper in Joey's ear, "I want to
take your clothes off."

"Please."  Joey pleaded back.

In no time Joey was similarly stripped down with the additional removal of
his briefs. Caleb looked down and marveled at the smaller dick, filled out
and pointing straight up. There was just a small dusting of hairs at the
base, and an all-boy proud owner smiling back up at him. The plump sac had
drawn up his young balls and projected them out, compact, but impossible to
ignore. This was by all means a boy.

Joey sat up, thinking back to the first day he told Connor his ass was
available for fun; That time hadn't gone as wonderfully as he had thought
it might. This time, though, he was certain it would be fun for both, and
not just the older boy. He leaned down and took the helmet of Caleb's
impossibly hard dick into his mouth and gave it an extensive swirlie before
bobbing down a few times, sucking in and on the first inch and a half of
shaft. He got the incomprehensible moan from Caleb that he was looking for
and pulled off.

Joey looked up at Caleb, gearing himself up for the next step, and said,
"Before I came over, I let Duncan Cormack fuck me."

"Really?"  Caleb was shocked at this, speechless and incredibly horny.

"Yeah. He did me pretty good, too."  Joey wasn't trying to sound slutty,
but he really wanted to try this with Caleb. The older boy's body was so
damn HOT, and he couldn't get anything else in his mind. He was, in fact,
feeling that he was very lucky.  "And he, um, . . . . . well, I mean, I'm
still greased up pretty good, you know. You probably wouldn't need anything
else."

Joey waited for a response as Caleb just looked down on him in
wonderment. The only response he got was Caleb pushing him back down on the
couch and leaning in after him, enveloping him in another deep
kiss. Caleb's arms and hands were holding the younger boy's upper body and
the back of his head, as he enjoyed the elevated oral ecstasy of the dance
of their tongues. Joey pulled his legs up and wrapped them around the back
of Caleb. Somehow, between the two of them, they managed to get Caleb's
briefs down. The strong hard dick popped out and readied for the slow march
forward through the narrow passage ahead. The head found its target,
seemingly on its own, and Joey felt the pressure against his backdoor.

He was so hot for trying this and readied already by Duncan that it didn't
take much pressure for his hole to open up and swallow the larger head. The
feelings of intensity seemed to commingle through their bodies and within
their interlocked mouths, as Joey's ass sucked in the hard dick. Caleb's
cock pushed into the welcoming grip of luxury and youth with a long and
satisfying groan delivered directly through the kiss. Hardly either
realized they were naked on the couch in full flagrante and only broke the
kiss as the dick bottomed out into the younger boy's stretched hole.

"I wanna see it."  Caleb whispered as he sat back up and looked down
between him and Joey's superb ass to marvel at the juncture where a tight
rim of flesh was stretched around, but also gripping, the root of his hard
dick. He then gave a few short, slow thrusts to watch the amazing sight of
it reappearing and disappearing again into the warm flesh. The feelings
springing along his shaft and deep into his body, and the comfortable
sounds, almost purring, of the boy under him, propelled him back again into
their embrace and deep into a kiss. Meanwhile, Caleb's hips had taken up a
rhythmic pattern of thrusts into the eager ass.

Caleb's thrusts relayed positive feedback that just sped up the process,
until he was really pounding the boy's ass. Both boys were in such motion
and groaning that neither could continue the kiss. They broke the lip-lock
and half looked at each other through lidded eyes. Joey came first as the
intense motion triggered a cascade of feeling rushing through his body and
deep up into his center of being, so that he exploded his thin cum between
them, looking up at the dazed handsome face right above him.

Caleb similarly felt the clamp-down on an in-thrust of his cock, and he
achingly released the pent up dam of cum that had welled up from two and a
half days of no jerking off. He completely flooded the rectal vault that he
was still pumping, sending his sperm deeper into the belly of the totally
willing kid below him. So willing was the boy to let Caleb claim him and
fill him up -- so happy to feel the blasts of warm semen against his bowels
and still feel the head of that great dick massage him from inside.

Both boys were wholly depleted. As Caleb finally pulled out, he rolled more
to the back of the couch and pulled Joey in close and on top, for a
post-orgasmic snuggle. It wasn't long before the huffing and puffing died
down and a lazy kiss started back up. But by that point, Joey was spent and
done for, and it was starting to feel a little uncomfortable for him. After
all, despite this momentary, yet deep, attraction for a stronger and older
boy, he really did like girls. He wasn't sure how all this started out. But
he sighed, thinking maybe he could get off on both. At any rate he felt it
was rapidly nearing time to go.

But Caleb continued his kiss, fully comfortable in his lust and love for a
younger boy.

Joey sat up, still feeling more than a bit weird after all the kissing. The
sex was great; he would admit to that. But it wasn't the same in totality
as the casual nature that he enjoyed with Duncan. The lovey-dovey was a bit
too much.  "Uh, I have to go."

He stood up and immediately started dressing.

"Wait!"  Said Caleb.  "Can I have one last look at your butt? I never
really got to see your hole this time before I went in. I just want to look
at it."

Joey gave Caleb a slightly weird look and then smiled awkwardly and
shrugged. After all, Duncan always got a kick seeing his hole before he
fucked it. Joey turned around and dropped his shorts and underwear that he
had been pulling up and bent over.

Caleb was still in awe of the pert and all-boy ass at his disposal here. He
put his hands on the globes and gave a gentle squeeze, muttering to himself
how nice these were. He continued his squeezes and slowly and gently parted
them to look upon the elastic center muscle that winked at him, still
slightly open, slightly red, slightly oozing cum, but seemed to still be
begging him to use it. Caleb was excited all over again.

When Joey looked between his legs, again feeling conflicted yet loving once
more the feel of the strong hands taking charge of his cheeks, he watched
as Caleb's dick recovered its energy and quickly rose again to a full-hard
mast. And when he saw Caleb start to stand up, he wasn't wrong in
suspecting what would come, or cum, next.

"NNnngghhOoohhhOOh!!!"  Joey moaned out loud as the head of the steel rod
found his hole and march straight through until the older boys pubic hair
could be felt flush with his once again naked cheeks. With no further
perfunctory ritual, Caleb grasped a hold of the boy's waist and just began
fucking him.

This one was going to be a longer fuck. Poor Joey was going to be sore
after all. He decided he needed new strategies for getting off.






11:30 am

What a night, 13 year old Jessica Odom had thought as she lay in bed in her
shorts and T-shirt in the late morning sun. She had foregone underwear
after her shower the prior evening. She still had that luxury, since she
was alone in her house. She wouldn't be after next week, as her cousins
were coming to stay for the rest of the summer. Her Uncle Sam and Aunt Gina
were going to Mexico for language school and dropping off their twin boys,
Michael and Nicholas, just 5 months younger than Jessica.

But that was after next week. For now, she was alone, and she went back to
bed to think about the same thoughts she had had last night -- thoughts
about that boy Cole from Coolspring. Thoughts that led her hands astray and
deep into her shorts, over that nether region she knew so well by her own
exploration, and dipping into the well of her own fertility, from across
the Mount of Venus and into the Valley of Jezebel. She writhed in the
illicit thoughts of what she would let that boy do on her and within
her. Forget Chad Leach; for the moment, her fantasies had a new target.

And as she lay there in her bed, she reawakened her own libido and began
the tortuous assault on her pussy, yearning for a boy to help her out.

"Ding-Dong-donnnggg" went the doorbell.

Oh, she really couldn't stop now, she was so close and soooo horny!! Oh
yes, Cole, like that! UNnngg YES!!

"Ding-Dong-donnnggg"

Damn it! She had almost been there. She pulled her hand out and breathed
heavily, slowly coming down, waiting for the pesky person at the door to go
away so she could start again. The cool down was doing nothing to diminish
her randy temper of the moment.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

Shit. They aren't going away. She lay only a few moments longer before she
drug herself out of her sanctuary and trudged down the hall. This had
better be good!

"WHAT is - . . . . . Oh! . . . .Colin, hey . . . . .Oh my- I forgot I told
you to come over."

"Um, if it's a bad time . . . . I, uh, I can come back."

Jessica suddenly threw herself behind the door. She had never washed her
hands from fingering her own pussy, plus she was all wet down there from
almost hitting an orgasm twice, and she could actually feel her nipples
scraping against the fabric of her T-shirt; with all this going on, there's
no telling what the fair-skinned, strapping, auburn-haired adolescent boy
saw. All she knew was it was too much. She wanted the 13 year old boy to go
away so she could finish, but just seeing his tall handsome form and polite
All-American Boy demeanor just made her pussy drip all the more.

Maybe Colin Gaither would never be as handsome as Kelley Tucker or Jake
Finney, as strong as Chad Leach, or as bold and direct as Cole Hailey, but
he was still a looker -- and such a nice boy. He was strong though,
probably strong enough to hold her while he slowly thrust his ----

Jessica had to shake her head and recollect her thoughts. On a good day
Colin could put the itch deep in the vagina of any receptive teenage girl,
but today her hormones were way out of control. The boy had to go.

"Sorry, Colin, today's just . . . . well, I mean, right now . . . ."

"Just let me know when you want me to come back. Um, nobody else knows
about this right? There's not a bunch of girls hiding in there, is there?"

"Colin, honestly, would I actually do that?"

No. Jessica definitely wouldn't. She wasn't that type of girl.

"Sorry, Jess. I'm just, uh, nervous."

He left out hard as a rock. He was already close to a hard-onbefore Jessica
answered the door, but then he could see her nipples hard and poking out
the front of her shirt. That sent him all the rest of the way. It was only
a quick look because he felt it was wrong to stare, but gosh'a'mighty did
he lose half the blood from his head in that moment and it all went
straight into his dick awful fast.

"Colin, you know what you owe me?"

"Uh, sort of. I've never actually . . . you know . . I don't know . . . I'm
not real sure what I'm supposed to do."

"Have you ever put your mouth on a boy's thing?"

"No!! . . .I mean . . .  no. Never. And I'm really glad you picked me
yesterday so I didn't have to. That would've been horrible. Well, at least
I think it would have been horrible. I don't know. Maybe it's not. I just
never thought about doing it before, and I don't really want to know. I
mean Jason wanted to try it once, you know, us do each other, a couple
years ago, but I never wanted to . . . "

"Jason Lucci?"

"Oh geez" Colin said, closing his eyes. He was rambling. He never
rambled. Ever. It's just that he couldn't get the taut nipples of her
titties out of his mind.  "I cant believe I just said that. I shouldn't
have said that."

Jessica just laughed.  "Don't worry, I won't tell him. Well, Colin, I was
kinda in the middle of something . . . in bed . . . when you rang the
doorbell. You can come in, but you have to promise to help me finish it --
oh I cannot believe I am doing this."

She said the last part to herself very quietly.

"You mean like a crossword puzzle?"

Uh-unh. The boy cannot be THAT nice and polite. But he seemed
sincere. Jessica gave him a look that seemed to say, wake up boy and smell
the vagina.

"Colin."

"Wha- Oh. . . OH!! . . . . oh, oh oh, sorry, I didn't mean to . . . "

"Are you going to help or not?"

Colin was frozen, and the best he could do was just nod.

Jessica smiled. She felt equally nervous, except that she was feeling
naughtier than she ever had in her life. This so wasn't like her, but she
wanted it.  "Colin, be honest with me about something, what all did you see
when I answered the door?"

Colin blushed, and Jessica knew he had seen something. She was more turned
on at this point than embarrassed, however, and pressed forward.

"Colin, I demand you tell me, or I won't have anything else to do with
you."  She gave her best subtle pout, but she wasn't really very good at
playing the girlie girl. She was too much the athlete and competitor.

"I, uh, saw, uh . . . . " He couldn't finish but made a circular motion
around his own chest where a breast would be on a girl.

"Come on, say it aloud."  She said, getting more turned on and having some
innocent fun with his timidity.

"I saw your . . ti-titties. They were pu-pushing out your shirt. You, uh,
don't, uh, don't have a bra on."  The boy blushed deeply on saying it. He
might talk some talk around the guys, but you just weren't supposed to
directly say that to a girl. It was rude.

"Did you like them?"

Again he blushed deeply.

"Come on, Colin; you have to actually say it. Or I'm gonna --"

"YES!"  He blurted out. Both of them were surprised by the intensity of his
acknowledgement.

Jessica smiled coyly, or at least as coyly as she could -- the hormones
were helping a lot with that.  "Do you want to see them again?"

She was still hidden behind the door, except for her face and one arm and a
shoulder. She did have nice breasts for a 13 year old girl. Few people
realized at the game because she was wearing a sports bra. But Colin was
getting stuck again.

"Colin?"

"Yes . . . . I do."  It was a tremendous thing to admit out loud; he felt
that he had just taken a huge step in growing up, one that he had always
thought he had already taken. But he realized deeper within that the
acknowledgement to a girl this candidly was stepping between teen boy talk
and teen boy can-do. And that was scarier than most teen boys would admit.

"How much?"  She asked.

"A lot."

"Just a lot?"

"A lot a lot."  He said quieter, his eyes going down to the level of where
her breasts probably were, still hidden behind the door. He had no control
at this point over his wandering gaze.

"Do you think you would like seeing them without the shirt in the way?"

Colin's eyes grew wide open and his mouth fell. He looked dazed and
somewhat unfocused into Jessica's eyes and nodded his head.

"Have you ever done anything with a girl before?"

Collin shook his head no, still with the same dumfounded look and managed
to mumble, "Just kissed a girl once at school."

"This could be fun," She said quietly, more to herself than Colin, and
stepped back into the doorway.  "So go ahead and look."

If anything her nipples were even more pointed and obscenely
noticeable. The same could hardly be said for Colin though, as his shorts,
though they betrayed the bulge his cock was making, were too thick a
material to give too much away. The boy however only briefly glanced at the
pert T-shirt outlined breasts with the straining nipples, before catching
his breath and looking up deliberately to maintain eye contact. He swore,
though, that he felt his dick jump and move 80% closer to going off in his
shorts.

"Come on, Colin, look and enjoy!"  She said, starting to have even more fun
with the prospect of what lay ahead.

Colin did just as she invited him to do and felt his breath catch
again. Jessica reached out her hand for his and pulled him into the house,
shutting the door behind them. She pulled Colin deeper into the house, and
he just dumbly followed wherever she led, which ended up being inside her
bedroom. Even though no one was home or coming home, she shut this door, as
well, and faced him. This time he had no trouble looking her in the eyes,
though he still showed his bashful edges.

"The hand I led you with, before you came over I was using it on myself to
get off. I even had two of my fingers buried in my pussy."

Who says boys should have all the fun talking dirty about girls? Jessica
was starting to have a blast. She loved watching Colin turn red, as he was
doing right now, staring down at his own hand that had now been in indirect
contact with her most private and personal space.

"Maybe you'll get to do it, too, later. Would you like that?"

He could only give the barest of nods. She turned her back on him to go
over and fetch a towel from around her desk chair, and when she did so he
lifted his hand up and gave a few tentative sniffs, but quickly lowering it
just before she turned around again.

"Take off your T-shirt."

He did as he was told, taking off the top printed T-shirt. He tossed this
on the floor as directed, and then took off his plain white T-shirt and
handed it over as ordered next. Jessica so wanted to stroke herself as the
flat stomach and naked chest came into view. She marveled at the boy's own
nipples, pale and smaller, and at the small patches of brown hairs she had
seen under his arm when he pulled the plain white T off. There was even
less of a trace of auburn there, but it still could be seen.

Jessica took the undershirt and gave the boy further instructions, "I'm
going to take a shower. You are NOT to touch your boy privates at all while
I am gone. Those are mine, since I won them in the game."

That wasn't exactly true, but Colin nodded his agreement anyway.

"When I come out of the shower, I expect your shoes off, your shorts
unzipped with the fly spread open and you sitting on the edge of my bed
waiting for me. Understand?"

She didn't wait for a reply at all but spun around and headed into her
bath, closing the door behind her. Colin was finally left alone and left
with the conflicting feelings of grabbing a pair of her panties from the
drawer and jacking off a massive load, and just plain running for his
life. With a thumping heart, however, he slipped off his shoes and socks
and unsnapped his shorts, pulling the zipper down cautiously so as not to
rub his dick anymore than necessary.

His chest was pounding with fear and excitement as he stood there in a
girl's bedroom with his zipper splayed open, a raging rock hard erection
thrusting out the cotton of his underwear and pulling the waistband out
slightly, and the only thing holding his pants up were his hands. Did he
dare do what he was thinking? The fear level rose along with the thumping
of his heart as he approached her dresser drawer and pulled back the top
drawer. Yes. It was her underwear drawer.

The excitement from this fact rushed in dizzily, as he contemplated all the
panties that spent so much time snug up against that wonderful area she had
teased him about. Would he really get to see it? Maybe even . . . . . touch
it? He held his breath as he ran a hand over the panties, getting a better
feel of first one, then the other, even picking this one up and
. . . . . dare he . . . . . . yes, as he drug in his breath with the cloth
so fresh up against his nose.

Then with alarm he noticed that the water had stopped running in the
shower. He hastily replaced the panties and shut the drawer as quickly and
quietly as possible. This required both hands, and his shorts fell to the
floor bunched around his ankles. He grabbed them back up and hurried back
over to the bed to sit down, except that he never got them 100% of the way
back up before he sat, and his face was flush with the concern of being
caught, well, literally with his pants down AND his hand in the cookie jar.

He had no sooner sat down when the door opened and he started breathing
like an asthmatic having a heart attack, which he may very well have been.

There in the doorway, Jessica stood with a side view to Colin, leaning
against the door jamb and smiling sweetly, as if waiting for his
approval. She was wearing his white T-shirt, and he at first started to
look down to once again see if she was without a bra, but his T-shirt was
bigger and hid more there. Besides, his eyes didn't stay long, as they were
distracted lower down to the hem and her naked legs. Quickly following the
hem back as it rode up a bit to reveal the lower part of her pert ass,
Colin moaned and automatically reached for his cock to squeeze it. Holy
shit she was naked under his very own T-shirt.

"Unh uh unh."  She said reprimanding him before his hand could reach its
intended target.

But how could he not???? Here was this . . . . . beautiful . . . . . naked
girl . . . . . and she was . . . . . . . NAKED . . . . . . . just for him
. . . . and in his OWN T-shirt!!!!!!!!! How could he not just grab and
squeeze the life out of what had been his best friend over the last two
years. His cock was pleading, begging, dying for attention. Screaming at
his frozen hand to come the rest of the way and just do it . . . . .DO it
. . . . . . DO IT!!!! . . . . . . and put it out of its exquisite
adolescent torture.

"That's mine, remember."  Jessica said as she walked in the room. As she
did so, there were the briefest glimpses of her pussy, her pubic hair, and
that beautiful join of her legs.

Colin was almost panting as she stood before him. She brought his hands
toward her naked thighs and told him to feel her skin, how warm and ready
it was for him. How clean. How inviting. And it was.

He let out another involuntary moan as he felt along the sides of her hips,
his fingers just brushing the backs of her legs, the fingertips of the
right hand caressing the very edges of her asscheeks, pulling the hand with
it, until very soon he was exploring and squeezing a naked ass cheek. The
thumb of the left meanwhile was attracted by the hint of heat closer in to
the front. His left hand rotated inward as his thumb was drawn more to
cleft of those legs where the valley of life would succor it inward
further. He had just brushed the outer lips of the moist treasure that he
still could not as yet fully see, when Jessica stepped up closer and
climbed on to the bed, with a knee on either side of the boy.

Jessica lower her body closer to his crotch, and in doing so caused the
T-shirt to rise up, slowly exposing more and more of her pussy and causing
the boy to suffer more and more, now breathing erratically and unable to
take his eyes off the revealing treat below, oh so ever and ever closer to
his straining and pulsing cock, a cock that felt like it was about to rip
the confines of his underwear just to get closer to the moist flesh and
attempt the penetration he had only dreamed of before. Eventually it was
just too much -- way, way, way too much, and he could feel it about to
pulse for real.

"Ah . . . ah . . . . oh geez . . . .oh . . . oh . .. . no . . . . no
. . . .i'm gonna . . . . ."

"Shhhh," Jessica said quietly and put her fingers under his chin to raise
his face. His head came up, but his eyes tried to stay focused on what was
coming into view below, and his mind was being washed away simply by what
was cumming.

"No . . . . no . . . . "  He panted and closed his eyes tight.  "I'm gonna
. . . . "

And then it happened. An explosion in his mind, as pleasurable as it was
intolerable. It was too soon, too soon!!  He was no longer `gonna', he was
doing it. He was spilling the biggest load of cream in his life, filling
his underwear with a storehouse of finest boy product.

"Oooh . . .. . . Ohhhhh . . . . nnnggghh . . . . . . noooo . . . . no
. . . . . oh no."

"Shhh, I like that Colin," Jessica said softly, pulling him into a hug,
even as his hands were still caressing her backside.  "I like it. Makes me
feel special, and you'll make more. We'll make you make lots more. Wont
that be fun?"

Colin nodded into her shoulder, embarrassed as all get out for what he had
just done, but still aware the he was still holding a nearly naked girl
that had just crawled into his lap, and as well that her pussy was still
only inches away from his dick, a dick still barley contained by a thin,
and now very wet, layer of blue-striped cotton. He realized that his dick
had hardly gone down, and it was already engorged again. That fast!! That
had never happened before. Not that fast, at least. Not since he had been
able to shoot.

His hands began wandering from her ass to up her body and around the sides
as she leaned back and let him continue to explore. It was though his hands
were trying to remind him that there was more to see. He watched as the
T-shirt came up as his hands moved up her body. He was still fascinated by
what he could see of her pubic area, the beautiful black hairs, and knowing
that the delectable pussy was right there, right there just between those
creamy legs. But her flat stomach was just as beautiful, and he dipped his
right hand back down to run the rim of her belly button, before moving back
up to where both hands were now running over her ribs.

He first felt and then saw the growing mounds of pert adolescent breast
fullness, realizing with a shocker that he was actually feeling up a girl's
tits. Real boobs. He was really doing it -- what other boys only talked up
and dreamed about. And it was every bit as wonderful as he had ever hoped
and imagined! Better even!! So, So much better.

"Why, Colin," Jessica got out after looking down at the boy's almost fully
exposed lap, and feeling more and more hot herself, finding it as difficult
to breathe as Colin was.  "I think you're even harder than you were before
you came."

"Yeah," Colin panted.

And then, in an instant, without seeing it, his thumbs under his own
T-shirt found the motherload of what every teen boy spent his whole teen
life just trying to see. Each thumb crested the small rise and then rolled
over and around a separate nipple. It was Jessica's turn to moan out as
Colin continued to play lightly, but resolutely, with the hard and
extremely sensitive nipples.

Colin leaned forward and closed his eyes, he opened his mouth and brought
it toward where he knew his right thumb would be, intending for his second
`glimpse' of the hard nipple be with his tongue than his eyes, the first
being the touch and meander of his thumb. Then after sampling the savory
tastes of forbidden delights, he would pull his T-shirt up off her bodyand
drown in the sight of real live tits, before going back down and feasting
upon them for real, relishing the feel against his oral muscle. The thought
of it had him leaking, making his sopping briefs even wetter.

But Jessica had a different feast in mind, and she put her hand on his
shoulder and stopped him from coming forward. As he opened his eyes to find
out why, he caught that glimpse anyway, of a dark arc, a rim of nipple
flesh just covered by the bunched hem of his T-shirt as it fell over his
thumb, and his hand holding her warm round young fullness.

"No, Colin, not yet. Flip me over on to my back on the bed."

He moved one hand to her back and one to her rump and did as she said,
finding himself now above her with her legs wrapped around him, his
underwear trussed member straining to grind into her sex, and hips at this
point had no will but to obey, bringing some loud and agonizing groans from
each 13 year old. He did it again, and again, bringing both youths closer
to an orgasm and nearer to their complete loss of innocence; but a presence
of mind struggled through the enveloping pressure and broke surface in
Jessica's mind, reminding her what she had wanted Colin to do.

She grasped his head and pulled him inward, even as he continued to rock
his hips into her. Her feet had already pushed off his shorts so that the
boy was only humping in his blue striped pouch briefs that were working on
being just barely a size too small. She whispered in his ear, though more
akin to between a groan and a barely contained quiet yell, hot and coarse,
her own breath humid with a pulsing and overwhelming desire.

"I want your mouth on my pussy!! I want your tongue there!! I want you to
lick it, suck it, eat it! I want you to make me SCREAM!!!"

With each demand she wound her fingers through his short hair and pulled
him to her even more tightly. She then pushed down on his shoulders,
forcing him down her body, He began kissing and licking this wondrous flesh
as he went down, and when he passed her belly button, he paused to lick and
tongue the depression. It made her squirm with delight, but it still wasn't
what she wanted and she pushed him lower.

When his mouth arrived, he wasn't even able to pull back and enjoy the view
for a moment. She had one hand on the back of his head, holding him down,
locked her legs around him, and arched her pussy upward, driving the top
part completely into his mouth. To Colin's credit and oversexed state, he
didn't flinch, but sucked in and went to town sucking and tonguing every
available part that found its way into his mouth as she squirmed and
gyrated and shoved herself onto the service of his tongue and his wet,
young maw.

With her moans, groans, and screams of direction and praise, he found what
was turning her on the most and what was driving her absofucking crazy and
attacked it with a ferocity of perversity only possible with an adolescent
libido. She was screaming into one orgasm and following up with a second
before he even realized it, and he was feeling an overwhelming rush of
euphoria just for bringing her to them. His mouth was tiring, having never
before used it so hard and so long for so singular a purpose, but as she
rose into her third orgasm, he found new energy and applied effort at a
slightly new angle and with a swirl he hitherto had not used, brought an
unexpected early third and rapid fourth in quick succession to the poor
utterly spent girl.

She had no energy left at all after that last orgasm. She couldn't speak;
she could hardly moan, so exhausted was she. She couldn't resist as Colin
pulled his mouth off her nether privates and began kissing his way back up
her body. He pushed his T-shirt up her body as he went, with a single
purpose and drive in every fiber of his from the tip of his toes, through
his buttocks and along his back, from the tip of his penis directly
connected to his brain, with a second connection flowing down the shaft and
up the balls, meeting in his gut and swirling about there before driving up
through his chest and reinforcing the existing dick-brain connection.

They all wanted to see one thing.

Titties.

"Sweet holy Spring," he said softly the words tumbling out of his mouth as
saliva threatened to do when he looked down at the twin girl mounds of joy
and forever happiness that he had uncovered when he pushed the cotton T up
and over her breasts revealing the sweet treat of nipple blessedness before
him. He could cum again just from staring, and he knew it; but before that
happened, he just had to taste. Colin leaned down, and even more than
eating pussy, all he had ever wanted as an early teen was to feel these and
get a girl's nipple in his mouth, just like in the raunchy college T&A
movies -- and of course everything else that followed.

But for him, this was the first prize, and as he let his mouth form its
gentle suction over the tit, felt the warm and still firm nipple almost
melt inside, and heard the gentle moan from the wasted girl below him, he
knew that though this was the heaven he had hoped for from the depths of
his loins in every movie he had watched that he wasn't supposed to, he
still wanted more. He had had his appetizer. Now the meal was on the table
and he wanted the full course.

And he was intent on enjoying that nipple and breast as he went to town
sucking and mawing and licking and savoring all over the tit, all the while
stroking, fondling, kneading the soft, pliant breasts. He moved to the left
and similarly enjoyed that one, got his fill and went back to the right. He
spent awhile just enjoying the feast, absent minded of the lack of
participation of the girl under him. She was moaning lightly, almost
faintly, and still had her legs wrapped loosely around him and that was
good enough for him, as he kept on enjoying himself. It was taking all her
remaining strength, which wasn't much, just to keep her legs around him.

Jessica wanted Colin to have his fun, too, but even as he did so, he still
kept draining her, making her put more and more energy that she didn't have
to get up to the threshold of a fifth orgasm, but she couldn't get there
and kept falling short of the mark, losing what energy she had invested. It
was like he was killing her slowly with pleasure.

Colin finished up on her left breast leaving a trail of slobber as he made
his way to the neckline and began leaving a trail of hickies. Eventually he
put his mouth over hers and gave some mild fight against resistance, and
she was very soon tongue wrestling and kissing him back, trying to marshall
some unknown reserves of sex and energy into the fray; but he was too much
for her; and she had to pull back and catch her breath. She was breathing
heavy when he ventured down to nibble on her ear.

Oh gaahhd . . . he just wasn't stopping.

Colin was raking his chest against hers in an up and down motion that
scraped her tenderized nipples along his skin, moving them back and forth
across their firmness, every now and then catching one of his own nipples
in a mashed and mini-sword play. It was turning him on something fierce,
and he was rocking his pelvis back into hers, wondering if there was any
hope in his actually getting a chance to fuck, though he knew that was a
definite no -- all the more reason to keep his underwear on. He wasn't sure
how well he could control himself otherwise.

Just as he started to build up to a point of no return, she couldn't take
anymore and moaned into his ear to hurry and finish.

"Can I-" He started his hopeless plead.

"Yes, YES! Just do it," she said almost breathless.  "Just don't ask me
anything and do whatever gets you off, just finish."

"Are you sure --"

"Colin! Quit asking. I don't have enough energy. Don't ever ask me, just,"
she took a breath Sometimes Colin was just too damn thoughtful.  "Just have
fun!"

It was understood between both of them that his underwear was staying
on. Originally, he was just here to make her feel good; but he had done
such a good job, she wanted him to get off, as well. To that end, she
didn't care how much he wanted to rub into her, to grind his cock into her,
his underwear was on, and he was a great boy. Just so long as he did it
quick. Whatever sexual second or third wind she had, was extremely
ephemeral and fading fast.

The only problem with this was that Colin wasn't aware of the same
understanding that she was about the underwear staying on. And once she
gave him permission to do as he pleased and not ask permission, the quiet
and respectful Colin took a back seat to beat off internally and let the
euphoria wash over him while the inner animal of teenage boyhood took over
to get his nut. He reached down between them and pushed his underwear down,
grabbing his aching hard cock, and ran the head between her moist lower
lips. She was leaking and ready, and his dick instinctively knew it.

The fact that she didn't want that wasn't considered. The misunderstanding
had taken that out of the equation. As she felt his helmet rub between her
lips, she had a shock of pleasure and excitement that ran up her body and
overrode her objections. As that wave passed and she moaned out a no,
telling him to stop, it was already too late. He had covered her lips with
his and began a passionate, tongue wrestling kiss that made her objections
sound like pleasure to his sex twisted senses. The dickhead was at the hot,
wet and prepped, relaxing muscular doorway to teen heaven, and he slid in
his dick in a steady push for home. Barely had he bottomed out when she
pulled away to protest again, but he pulled back two inches and slid
straight back in, not hard, but with a quick and confident thrust that had
her moaning out incomprehensibly.

He set a pace without hesitation, claiming that pussy with a sureness of
what was accepted dominance to him, and he knew he wouldn't last long
before he was spilling his load. It was this second part that had Jessica
more worried, even more so than losing her virginity, which had been
something for which she wasn't prepared that day. In no time, he felt the
cum churning in his balls and he made stronger thrusts into the pussy,
delivering a large load of his boyhood straight up a girl's twat, something
heretofore only relegated to fantasy; and yet he was doing it. With each
slam, he pumped her more and more full of cum, until he had no more to
give.

Oh this was horrible, Jessica's inner responsibility struggled to send up
to her over-taxed decision centers of her brain. This was bad, having a
boy's sperm in her unprotected. The only problem was it had sent her close
to another orgasm, and one more would surely fry or detonate her brain and
body for the rest of the morning and/or week, it felt like.

Colin paused and went back to kissing her neck, giving only the weakest and
puniest of hickies at this point, as he was struggling against the tide of
energy being blessedly sucked out of him. But his boyhood was staying ready
to march on, and, seemingly against his will, it started his hips back up
so that they were once again rocking his shaft in and out of the tight, hot
pussy.

He started moaning, almost as if something were being done to him, rather
than his own body acting on, or inside, someone else. Jessica moaned out,
troubled that he had shot his sperm inside her, but he didn't
understand. He was still feeling like it was the greatest thing on earth.

"I know!!"  he moaned out breathlessly.  "I'm gonna do even more!!"

Once again she tried to moan out a NO, but it just sounded like background
pleasure and encouragement to his ears, as he picked up the pace of his
rocking and began fucking her royally. He had had two orgasms so far that
morning and he knew he could really ride this one out. He was dragging that
poor girl back up off the plateau of the threatened fifth orgasm and
drawing her up to a point where she was truly going to lose it. The problem
was that with the pace he had set and the relentless pounding she was
receiving from the renewed vigor of his adolescent stores, she was just
being teased and held at a constant near-orgasmic level, always being
threatened to be taken over the threshold, but instead just being driven
crazy resting on the edge of it.

When her sanity was no longer under her control and the need was about to
slip over from exquisite pleasure to torture, Colin felt his own need arise
again, and began a more forceful, even violent slamming of his need,
rocking hard into her body with all the desire and necessity of getting his
entire dick embedded with each thrust, and even enlarge itself further
within. At that point he drew her sharply upward into a supposedly final
and utterly intense fifth orgasm, triggering his own next orgasm, as
well. No sooner as he had felt that, than he began a last minute desperate
attack against the tightening vaginal walls, his expanding dick rubbing and
pushing back and sending her rocketing straight into her sixth orgasm.

And she wasn't coming out of that one completely conscious.

They were both sad lumps of Jello, quivering physically within and without
and even deeper into their souls, as they crawled more completely into the
bed together, exhausted as they were and fell completely asleep in each
other's arms.


If you enjoy my story at all and have ever considered writing, pleas do. I
would very much like to hear from you - Jonas

jonas_henley at yahoo.co.uk