Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2009 21:22:33 +0000 (GMT)
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Chapter 23b

Kids of Indian Spring
By Jonas Henley


Chapter 23b



Tuesday, 20 June 1995

1:00 pm

Jake Finney was sitting out on the back patio, elbows on his knees and
feeling sick to his stomach, waiting for the inevitable horror. Sheldon
Redd was there as well, relaxing back in one of the lounge chairs,
appearing comfortable, and not showing his own anxiousness. He was partly
excited to see today's show, though not as excited as he would be if it
were Harry that was the nervous one.

Jake, of, course, had zero excitement flowing through him.

Still, Jake reflected each time that he wished Sheldon would just decide to
go away, it sure beat having either Darrell or Hiram around. He at least
won that concession, to only have one of them there as witness. Jake looked
up again, wondering where that Coolspring boy was. He was already 20
minutes late. You shouldn't keep a boy waiting for this -- it's torture if
he wants it and torture if he doesn't; and Jake was very clearly in the
`doesn't' category.

Harry was there as well, still not sure if he wanted to watch this. Well,
he was pretty sure that he wanted to -- he just wasn't sure what his
aftermath feelings would be. And Jake didn't want him there; but Hiram and
Darrell said he had to be. So he was conflicted on the guilt, as well. But
it was still likely to be a most fascinating show. Overall, as he smiled to
himself, he was kinda looking forward to this.

The three boys continued to sit silently. There had been some aborted
attempts to throw out casual unrelated banter to lighten the mood and the
seriousness of what was to happen. Each of the three boys had tried in his
own way, but unsuccessful in drawing in their ownselves, much less the
others, into some sort of distracting conversation to take away the pain
and awkwardness of the situation.

The quiet wait went on, and Cole finally showed up over 40 minutes
late. Jake wasn't happy about it, but he had never before thought he would
upset with another guy for taking his time to show up and do this to him.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. I had promised Kelley I would show him how to clean a
pool. Apparently I wasn't doing it good enough for my dad, though, so he
made both of us stay longer. Just had to show us the way he wants it done."

"You made Tucker clean your pool?"  Jake asked incredulously.  "Don't tell
me he actually lost a bet to you too? Shel, Can't I just clean his pool or
something?"

"No," Sheldon said, though he was also curious why Kelley Tucker was
cleaning this Coolspring boy's pool. So he asked.

"Oh, I told him it was good money cleaning pools, since he was looking for
a summer job that people would hire a 12 year old to do. He was interested,
so I said I would teach him."

"Bet you'll like having one of us work for you."

"My dad won't hire Kelley because cleaning the pool is one of my chores."

"Yeah, your chores sound real rough."

"You can keep arguing with him Jake," Sheldon said, "but your sister is
going to be back soon, and Hiram and Darrell said if it doesn't happen this
afternoon, the safety keeping you off the Bottom List is off. Then it won't
be a one-time deal."

"Just do it," Jake snarled at Cole.

"Hey, I didn't want to do this. I'm only here because you asked me."  the
13 year old, almost 14 in a few months, Coolspring boy threw right back at
Jake.

It was true, and Jake knew that he shouldn't take his anger out on Cole;
after all, everything that was happening had been due to Jake's unfortunate
ideas anyway. But this detail and the words that Cole threw at him didn't
make him feel any better. In fact, he just felt worse about the whole
thing. Still, he didn't snap back against Cole; but neither could he look
him in the face.

While Jake just continued sitting there, staring at the ground below, Cole
shook his head in disbelief. Even for this, something in all honesty he
didn't really want to do, he was still an outsider to blame. However, he
felt a lot of sympathy for the dejected boy before him and found it hard to
blame him.

"Fine, I guess I get to pick where to do it?"  Cole asked.

Sheldon nodded affirmatively, but Jake felt his gut began to wrench as
things got underway.

 The non-Springer boy looked around for the right spot. He had already been
told that it would have to be outside.  "So that's your family's picnic
table there, then?"

"No," Jake said, feeling a bit sarcastic; it hid the fear.  "Some rich
Coolspring family owns it, but it didn't go with the drapes in their dining
room, so they just asked if they could keep it in our yard."

What an ass, Cole thought. Why does he always have to be an ass? Maybe I
was wrong about him.

Cole let a sigh out and turned to Harry.  "So you guys use it a lot in the
summer?"

"All the time," Harry said.

"And where does Jake like to sit?"  Cole asked the dark haired 11 ½ year
old boy.

"Right there, in that corner," Harry pointed to the far part of the picnic
table.

"Good," Cole smiled at Jake and waved his hand like an invitation.  "If you
don't mind, please bend over your favorite spot to eat and drop your pants
and underwear. And since you're being such an `ass', you can ask me nicely
to fuck yours."

Jake looked like his blood was going to boil out of his nose, but then
quite suddenly, his shoulders drooped and he got up and walked over, doing
as he was instructed. He bent over like he was asked and exposed his virgin
backside to the other boys. He even rubbed a bit of Vaseline between his
cheeks and on his hole, when told to. However, the dark-haired `Finn'
couldn't bring himself to say it; he just couldn't `politely' ask another
boy to fuck him.

But the more he stood there with his naked and partly greased ass hanging
out in the breeze for all to see (which would include his sister and her
boyfriend if he didn't hurry things along), the more embarrassed he got not
saying it. So he finally relented, taking a few deep breaths to get this
right. He definitely did not want to have to repeat himself.

"Cole, whatever your last name is, will you please fuck
. . . . . . [depressed sigh] . . . . will you please fuck me, and when
you're ready to . . . . shoot . . . . .just . . . .do it inside me."

"What is it that you want me to fuck?"  Cole teased.

Everyone heard another sigh from Jake. This was very difficult for him, but
there was remarkably no attitude in his voice when he responded.  "My
ass. Please, will you stick your dick up my asshole and fuck me until you
come inside me? Thank you."

They were the hardest words that he, or any teenage boy, really, could ever
have to speak in his life, but it would finally get this over and done
with, no one would ever see or speak about it -- there was Mackey and
Cole's guarantee on that -- and he would never, ever, ever make such a
stupid bet again. Or any bet, really, that even remotely involved a Mackey.

Sheldon was getting a woody and couldn't decide what was more
uncomfortable, the strain on his bent dick trying to straighten, or having
everybody see him adjust himself to the sight of the clean hairless fine
ass being presented and hearing the verging adolescent voice all but beg to
be fucked. But no-one was watching Sheldon. Jake was too embarrassed, Cole
was too conflicted at the moment, and Harry's mouth just dropped as he
watched his brother bend over submissively and say those words.

"Why aren't you starting?"  Jake asked, and still he couldn't help the
derisive tone as he continued, "Are you just standing there staring at my
butt? I don't swing that way, even if you are getting to do this."

"No," Cole said defensively. Jake did have a nice ass, and he was pretty
damn good looking, even a boy could see that. But Cole just wasn't feeling
it.  "I just can't get it hard!"

"Did you jerk it too much this morning?"  Jake asked, and then thought to
himself. Ooh gross, I hope he wasn't jerking off thinking about me.

"No! I didn't jerk off at all. I told you I wasn't really into this. I only
came today because you asked, and I'm just trying to be nice!"

Jake let out another sigh. Was this ever going to end? Maybe he was being
an ass . . . OK, he probably was . . . all right all right, he argued with
his conscience, definitely being an ass, BUT 1] who could REALLY blame him,
even if he did bring this all down on himself, and 2] his sister was going
to be home any minute now and he definitely did not want her walking into
this. Especially if her boyfriend was with her; then it would go all over
school.

"Ahh, geezes," he finally said, knocking Cole's hand away.  "Just let me do
it."

Jake stepped away from the table and spun Cole around. He dropped to his
knees and took the dick in his mouth, careful to avoid scraping it with his
teeth and using the same instructions he had received yesterday. He was
nowhere near as good as Kelley, but it got Cole hard rather quickly.

Jake stood back up and grasped Cole's now hardened dick with one hand,
massaging the underside, while he used the other hand to apply a large
amount of Vaseline to the flared spongy helmet of Cole's warrior. He
squeezed the underside again as he did so, hoping that this would get Cole
charged enough that the fuck wouldn't last as long. Cole wasn't
complaining.

Finally Jake applied Vaseline down the fully erect shaft of the slightly
older, yet slightly shorter, boy about to take his cherry, and then resumed
the position, even moving his hands back to spread his cheeks
some. Anything to move this along.

But now he had Cole excited.

"No, I'll do that," Cole's throaty response came and he pushed Jake's own
hands off his ass. Instead Cole grasped the cheeks, feeling the incredible
warmth and smoothness under his hands -- so uniform in touch, only
differentiated by the ripple of muscle under the flesh that was kneaded
slowly open to reveal it's cherry center between.

Cole slid his head through the inviting crack until it rested against and
put just the spot of pressure right on the virgin center. Jake gripped the
other side of the table and got ready as he felt the pressure against his
tight muscle build slightly, the head of the boy's dick just filling the
anal depression, until suddenly with no pop and no pompe, the anal muscle
opened up and expanded around the glans, sucking it in to come to a stop on
the other side of the helmet's ridge where it gripped down on the shaft.

Cole held it steady right there, and Jake let out a long breath, both boys
breathing faster and more shallow, although for completely opposite
reasons. Very slowly Cole leaned into it and applied more pressure, easing
his hard inside dick until it marched fully up Jake's ass where the head
was deep in the boy's rectum and the hole of boy canal claimed.

"Shit! That's some tight pussy!"  Cole said enthusiastically. He was partly
ribbing the boy and more than partly digging the feeling.

Harry smiled when he heard it, but Jake just felt a cold shiver and said
`thanks' sarcastically, though this time without the acid tone.

"Now, the rule for today," Sheldon added, "is I need proof that you
actually complete it. So you have to pull out when you get close, fire the
first shot of cum right on his just-fucked asshole, and then drive your
dick back in through your own cum and continue unloading inside
him. Understand?"

Cole nodded, but right now there was very little else he could fully absorb
except how tight and hot this ass felt on his dick. That and the fact that
he was busting a cherry hole. He began rocking in and out, and despite
earlier reservations, was really starting to enjoy it. However, it wasn't
like screwing Kelley, when even as he was fucking Kelley part of his mind
was imagining and expanding on later possible fucks. No, as enjoyable as
this was becoming, he didn't feel any oneness with Jake, no desire to
continue beyond this single fuck, and visually he could not connect the
excitement of watching his hard erection sliding in and out of the tight,
smooth, virgin 13 year old ass with anything deeper. No, it was just a
fuck.

But a very, very good fuck.

And almost as soon as he could experience all this, and as soon as Jake
could experience the feel of hard boy cock opening him up in back, keeping
him wide open, and running over, back and forth, his stretched anal muscle
in a most unnatural way, it was over.

Cole actually slammed in and shot his first load deep into the boy's
bowels, before he had the presence of mind to remember what he was supposed
to do. He rapidly pulled out and yelled for Jake to grab and spread his
ass. It was so sudden that Jake didn't have time to snarl or develop a
sarcastic response, but just did as he was told and reached back, pulling
his cheeks apart so that Cole, Sheldon, and Harry all had a great view of
his freshly fucked hole, and just as they saw it wink, they saw it get
coated with the second spray of Cole's thick white cum.

Cole wasted no time and aimed his dickhead straight at the now-slimed and
still greased hole and slipped straight back in, pulling his cum in with
the dick and firing his third load, even as he was driving in to bottom out
in Jake's ass. He got at least 6 more pumps into the boy before he stayed
embedded, drained of everything and unable to fuck anymore.

Whew. That had been fantastic. And to think he hadn't wanted to fuck that
ass.

All the same, in Cole's mind it was over, and he really wasn't looking for
any repeats. But he stayed fully inside the other boy as he deflated, Jake
being too humiliated and embarrassed to ask him to pull out. Harry started
clapping like he was only half his age. He thought it was the greatest show
he had ever seen. Jake bit back his first instinct to wail on the boy and
realized that it must have been something for a little brother to watch
happen. Of course, this only humiliated him further. Unlike Cole, though,
he didn't have to wait for his dick to deflate; it was hanging pretty limp
from the pain, the shame, and the other unexpected sensations that should
have never been going on the rear end.

Sheldon also gave a couple of claps as he walked up and tossed Cole a hand
towel to clean up with.  "Very nice, very nice. And now I'm afraid I have
some bad news for you Jake. The deal was that you were done once another
guy shot his entire load up your ass. Technically, Cole didn't do that. So
you have to do it one more time."

"What??"

"Looks like your ass is mine for at least one more go, Finney."  Cole said.
"And next time, I'm gonna have a loooong, slooooow fuck and really fill you
up good."

Jake looked quite angry, and everyone could see that response was building
hot. Cole quickly looked at Sheldon and told him that the next fuck was
going to be in private.

"I'm not putting on any shows. I only get to fuck him one more time, so I
want to take my time with this ass and enjoy it. I'll tell you after it's
done, but I'm filling him up without any of you there."

Sheldon paused, giving it some thought. He was pretty sure that Hiram and
Darrell came up with that Catch-22 so they would have another shot at
watching Finney get fucked senseless. The here was that Sheldon didn't
really want to turn into Hiram and Darrell. They seemed to have become a
lot meaner over the last few years, and Sheldon felt a part of himself
slipping away the more he was around them. He wasn't strong like Jason,
Kevin and Sean's older brother. Jason seemed to be able to choose his own
disposition, without influence from his cousins.

"All right," Sheldon said.  "That's fair. When you say it's done, Cole,
then it's done. Are you good with that, Jake?"

Jake was so angry he couldn't speak. He nodded his head briefly in
agreement. It made Sheldon a little sad that he was now seen in this light,
forever associated with something that turned out to have nothing to do
with fun. His shoulders slumped as he said goodbye and walked away.

"Sorry about all this, Jake."  Sheldon said without turning around as he
walked off.

Cole pulled out and started cleaning himself off with the towel, before
handing it over to Jake. Jake was still too angry to speak; he was just
bottling it all up inside. Now that it was over, he really didn't feel that
he had anything to gain from letting that disgusting event happen.

"Did it hurt, Jake?"  Harry asked tentatively.

"What do you fuckin think?"  He asked bitterly, and mumbled under his
breath, "fuckin crybaby, couldn't even do your own oblgations."

Sheldon was far enough away as the boys tucked their boyhoods away that
Cole finally spoke up.

"That was all for show, you know, everything I said."

"What? ?"  Jake snapped. This had caught him completely off-guard.

"I didn't mean any of it. I don't want to do anything with you again. To
tell you the truth, even though at the end it felt really good, and my dick
was taking control of my mind, well, now I feel a bit sick about it
all. You didn't like any of it. I feel like a right shit. So I just said
all that to get them to leave you alone."

Jake's anger dissipated, even though he was still left with an incredible
shame.  "Wait, you mean . . . ."

"I mean we're done. And if they had let us do it in private to start with,
I never would have fucked you. I would've just lied."

"Why?  Why would you do that? Don't you hate me? I mean, I guess I've been
a fucking ass to you."

"Well," Cole said, though he wasn't quite sure how wise it was to joke
about this.  "Technically you're now a `fucked ass' to me."

There was an uncertain pause, and both brothers started laughed. Cole
breathed a sigh of relief, grateful the weird icebreaker play on words
helped loosen things up and relieve some tension.

Jake laughed some and said, "All right, I admit. That was pretty fuckin
funny, but dude, I swear if you ever mention it again I'll break your nose,
or something."

He said it with a smile, but Cole was quite certain he meant it.  "Don't
worry, we're done."

Jake grew serious and looked at the ground. All this he did because he
wasn't a welcher? And fussing at Harry as much as he did for the tantrum
his little brother threw when he squelched on the deal he had made, along
side his brother and all his brother's friends. Even though he almost felt
it was for nothing that this happened, it really would be for nothing if he
didn't follow through. Jake turned and looked at his little brother.

"Harry, this is all because you threw a fit when it came your turn to strip
down, after you agreed to the bet. You would have expected the other boys
to do it, so it's not right how you behaved. And the rest of the fault is
mine. Mine for making a fucking stupid bet to start with, for treating Cole
like shit when I didn't even know him, and for not being a better big
brother, I guess. But I'm not gonna let you just get away with being like
that and growing up to be some turd."

"What are you gonna do?"  Harry asked nervously.

"Well, for starters," Jake said as he turned back to Cole, "You and I
aren't done until you . . . . .until you fuck me one more time. And then
we're done; and even though I don't really have a right to be mad at you,
I'm not sure I want to see you again after we're done. But I'm NOT gonna
have Harry treating this like some blow-off deal just because he saw me
weasel out."

"OK."  Cole said.  "Guess I give you a call in a week or so when I want to
do it."

"Fine," Jake said and he reddened even as he agreed to the debasing
prospect. Then he took a deep breath and turned to his brother.  "And
Harry, I know they're gonna have most of the other Springers shut you out
for not following through with the bet or the penalty; it doesn't matter if
Carson let you off the first one. But you probably deserve it. And to
answer your question, it does hurt."

"I don't want to do it, Jakey."  Harry said, reverting to the name he used
when he was much younger.

"I know. But you're old enough that you knew what you were agreeing to,
well, kinda sort of. At any rate, you have to. Except . . . . . . I don't
want anyone doing that to you either. So I'll make a deal with them. I'll
blow Carson for you and ask them to let me take your fuck for you. You'll
just have to pick someone."

"But . . . . they could make you . . . get owned, or something."

"I know," Jake sounded down and dejected as he considered it. He was still
pissed, but didn't feel there was another option. Everywhere he looked he
saw himself ultimately to blame anyway.

"I don't want that."  Harry said softly. Even he was feeling more and more
guilty about having watched his brother get fucked.

"If you don't want it, then don't ever behave like that again. Ever. Oh,
and, uh, don't make totally fucking stupid bets like I did. Now, I feel
really dirty and need a shower. And I guess I should wash this hand towel,
too."

With that Jake went inside.

"I think I'd rather just be shut out of everything here."  Harry said,
feeling bad watching his brother walk slumped into their house.

"Hmmm. You know, Kelley told me about that," Cole said, putting his arm
around the boy.  "And we agreed it wasn't quite as fair as all that. We
have a couple of ideas to ease that somewhat."







1:30

Down at the other end of Indian Spring, closer to the Deep Mackeys. Jessica
and Colin had awoken from their long post-coital nap and had gotten dressed
quickly and shamefully. Neither able to look at the other, not even to
sneak peeks, until they were fully dressed and out of Jessica's bedroom.

She could believe that she had let that happen.

Colin just couldn't believe that it actually had happened. Part of him felt
ashamed of what he had done to Jessica, but another part of him was a
Mexican jumping bean that was going crazy inside with disbelief that that
had actually happened. But he wasn't the type of boy who would tell all his
friends, which meant he couldn't tell any of them. Really, he didn't want
anyone to know about this, not his friends and not Jessica's either. He
wasn't ashamed of Jessica by any stretch of the imagination, but something
inside him was sure this was a secret to be kept tightly held.

He wouldn't get any argument from Jessica on that front. Her biggest
concern, well biggest concern after the fact that she had just lost her
virginity and had just had sex with Colin Gaither, who she would see
practically every day at school and in her neighborhood for the rest of her
childhood, was that she had just had `unprotected' sex. Right now, two
whole loads of boysperm, not one, two, were sitting in her vagina. Colin's
own little sperms were swimming around down there, possibly making their
way through the cervix and in search of an egg right now.

The fear of becoming pregnant was real and terrifying, although
sufficiently numbed by the unreal realization that she had just had sex
with a boy, albeit a very cute and very nice boy, and numbed as well by the
post-orgasmic, post-nap calm that infused her also-embarrassed soul. This
was just a whopper of an emotional event that would take her days, or maybe
weeks and months, to fully sort out exactly how she was supposed to
feel. The only belief that was fairly substantive in her mind at this point
was that Colin did not actually share her concern with the possibility of
becoming pregnant.

And she would be right in that. If it had even crossed his mind at some
point, it crossed with a crowd of other thoughts and emotions and was
somewhere lost in the sidewalk. It wouldn't cross again without help,
either. It's just not how an adolescent male's mind worked.

The two said their awkward goodbyes at the door, both having looked both
ways as they exited the house, just to be sure that there was no one to see
Colin leaving. Neither was certain of what should be said at this time, or
done, or hoped for. After all the meek goodbyes were made, and no specific
references were made to the events that had transpired that morning, Colin
began to move away, but with a shallow hesitation moved in to put a quick
peck on Jessica's lips, and gave a pause to allow it to melt into a
moment's kiss, before he pulled back with a shy smile, ducked his head and
walked away.

Oh, why did she let this happen? He was so cute, so strong but sweet, and
so . . . . . possibly not the one.

Or was he?

This is why she shouldn't have had sex!!

But it was so nice! And so wonderful with Colin!

Jessica shook her head and then grabbed it within her hands. She wanted to
scream. Why did everything have to be so complicated and so convoluted with
emotion. She spent so much time in athletics because it was a much cleaner
and simpler path. There wasn't all the crazy girl emotion, everything was
clear . . . . . . except this last damn basketball game. And it would have
gotten this out of hand if that Coolspring boy hadn't showed up and
triggered Jake's reaction.

That Coolspring boy. . . . . . . Cole . . . . . . . something about him was
so . . . . . hot . . . . and thrilling . . . . . . adventurous. Jessica
smiled to herself and went back into the house.





Not far away and closer to the Near Mackey lands, Ethan Tucker was ringing
the bell at the Benson house. He had his heart in his stomach, even though
this was what he had been waiting for all day, perhaps BECAUSE this is what
he had been waiting for all day. Still, this was a big step. Sure Jamie was
very nice and barely 13 (his birthday was at the end of May) and Ethan was
fairly mature at 10 1/2,; but there was still a pretty big distance in
those 2 ½ years. They were across the puberty divide from each other
(though Ethan was definitely about to start to cross that).

One was a Teen and the other hardly even a Tween. One still in childhood,
and the other definitely in adolescence. One played with toys some still,
even though less so over the summer, and one was thinking about girls and
played harder and real sports. It was enough of a difference, to be sure,
to allow any 10 year old boy to be nervous. Plus there was that whole issue
that he was there to have the older boy strip for him, against the older
boy's wishes.

Well, he did lose a fair bet. So that part didn't bother Ethan.

Cody Nesbitt answered the door. He was Adam Nesbitt's older cousin, by only
four months, but he looked about a year or more younger. He often came up
from the city to visit his aunt and uncle. He only lived a mile or so
inside the motorway that separated Coolspring, Sweetwater, and Indian
Spring from the city. It was still even fairly undeveloped that close to
the city's outer loop, and not so far that he couldn't ride his bike. So
seeing Cody around the Spring wasn't uncommon.

However, the fact that he was there, and even older than Jamie, even if he
didn't look it, worsened the out-of-place feeling that Ethan had. It didn't
help when Cody announced Ethan to the inside of the house.

"Hey Jamie," the boy yelled.  "There's a little kid here for you!!"

Cody backed away from the door, and Ethan could see deeper into the
house. Jamie and his best friend Chris Ford, who was a few months older,
appeared from around the corner at the back of the house. When they
recognized who was at the door, Chris started laughing and pointed at
Jamie. Ethan could see Jamie grimace, and the 13 year old's body language
hinted that he felt his whole day had just gone to pot.

"Want me to tell him to get lost?" Cody yelled back.

"No."

Jamie actually said `no', but from this distance it looked like he shrugged
his shoulders. All of this was just serving to increase Ethan's trepidation
and remind him that he was really just a little boy looking for things that
were out of his reach and in no one else's range of interest. Ethan felt
uncomfortable and was now just wanting to leave.

"He can come in," Jamie added, though in a regretful tone.  "Just
. . . . . just wait a second."

Cody let the little boy in and told him to just wait there in the entrance
hall. Then he went back to join his cousin's friends, laughing at some
secret older boys' joke as he did so. Chris continuing laughing and
whispering to Jamie, giving the boy a hard time about having little kids as
friends. Jamie just looked uncomfortable, though he gave a playful smile
back every now and then, as he batted away the pointing hand. The boys
furtive glances, continued jabs and whispers led Ethan to understand that
he was the older boys' joke.

When Adam Nesbitt and Peter Ford, both a month or two on either side of 14,
with being the obvious older boy, appeared around the corner from what must
be the kitchen, Ethan felt even more out of place. Tall, strong, Peter
smiled and gave Jamie some unappreciated hard congratulatory slaps on the
back. Adam, the tallest of the boys by half an inch was eating something
out of a bowl and almost choked laughing when he saw Ethan. Despite the
fact that it seemed he was laughing more at Jamie than Ethan, it was more
than Ethan could take.

The poor little dirty-blond ten year old felt made fun of and humiliated
and really just wanted to go home. What had started out as great fun and
anticipation was ruined. He was just a stupid joke. No wonder they were
laughing at him. Ethan turned around and opened the door. He heard Peter
yell "Wait, Ethan!!", but he was already running for home, embarrassed and
not very successful with trying not to cry.

Back at the Benson's, Cody broke out laughing harder. He didn't know what
was up, except that the little kid was clearly looking pitiful and out of
place, and he thought that it was funny the way he took off scared, or
upset, or whatever emotion it was that he saw flash across the previously
bouncing, happy face.

Jamie, for his part, felt relieved and kinda hoped that that would be the
end of it, though something deeper inside figured that it wouldn't be. A
part of Jamie also felt bad. As uncomfortable as he was about the whole
thing, made worse by his friends being there when the kid came by, he also
could feel the little kid's discomfort. Jamie had always been a more
happy-go-lucky kind of kid that let pretty much everything roll off of
him. He wasn't sure why this was so much different -- well, that's not
entirely true. He knew exactly why this was different; but all the same a
part of him felt as though he were taking it a bit too seriously. After
all, what would it hurt to let the little kid have some fun that he was
clearly looking forward to. He was also a usually pretty happy kid.

And that was the other problem. It bothered Jamie when other people weren't
happy or enjoying themselves. Always had. And to see a little kid that he
knew was a nice kid, who had been so excited and so innocent -- at least in
a not-so-innocent sort of thing -- suddenly turn away upset and
disappointed, well that did bother Jamie. He didn't like seeing that. But
then he also didn't want to go through with this at all, and especially not
having his friends around to know what he was about to do.

But they already did. Adam and Chris both booed Jamie at not accepting his
loss of the bet as well as they did.

"Hey," Jamie said, in his own defense, "You guys only had to do it once,
and when it was done it was done."

"Yeah -- done as in done in front of everybody."  Chris said back, not
about to let Jamie take the high ground in the pity game.

"What are you guys talking about? What was all that about?"  Cody asked,
but his question was disregarded by the others.

The whole `once and it was over' did not exactly apply to Adam, however,
but there was no way he wanted those boys to know what predicament he now
found himself in. And he definitely wasn't having Jamie get off so easy.

"Yeah," Adam threw in, though he almost spit out his bite of cereal in
doing so, "and Ethan didn't parade you around naked or torture you with
. . . . . . well, anyway, you didn't get the worse deal out of the whole
thing. Most everyone else, except Connor, got it worse off."

"What the hell are you guys talking about?"  Cody asked, flabbergasted.
"Who did what to you -- and why naked?"

"Adam and Chris are right," Peter threw in.  "You got off easy. Those two
actually had to drink a guy's cum, Jamie!!"

"Peter!!"  Adam and Chris both were horrified Peter just burst this out,
right in front of Cody. Well, for that matter that he would just say it out
loud, at all. They couldn't even handle admitting to themselves in their
own minds.

"What the ffffuu-arre you KIDDING me???"

Only now did everybody look at Cody, and realize that he was totally
outside the present going-ons.

"Oops," Peter said.

"Whoa, wait, you . . . . you actually . . . . both of you . . . . you
. . . . . holl . . . wait, you really . . . . . oh shit!!"

The embarrassed faces of Chris and Adam were enough to tell Cody that
however improbable, he had heard correctly. The two boys had in fact
swallowed another boy's cum. Well at least one other boy - each.

"Wait. How did this happen?"  Cody asked, still finding it hard to fully
believe.

"Well, it's all because of a basketball game," Peter started.

"Peter! What are you doing??"  Chris asked. Shocked that his brother would
stand there and tell someone else that most embarrassing event.

"Well, Cody comes in to Indian Spring all the time. If he had come in
yesterday he would have seen it himself, Chris!"

"Yeah, maybe . . . but he didn't. So you don't!"

"Well if it embarrasses you so bad," Peter said back, just as sarcastically
as his little brother, though raising his voice a bit.  "Then I guess you
shouldn't agree to obviously stupid bets, especially when you are betting
against Kelley Tucker!!"

Peter told the rest of the story, with Cody guffawing all the way through
it. Adam had lost his hunger and put down the bowl of cereal. Chris was mad
at his brother, but his protests were just batted away. Jamie just gave a
half-smile like a little kid caught out.

"Dude, Chris," Cody said with a smile, "you really put your mouth on a boy?
On his dick??"

Chris just rolled his eyes. Just great, now he was going to have to hear
about this constantly from Cody.

"And he shot all his stuff in your mouth !!??  AND you swallowed it all
down?"

Cody let out a long laugh, Peter let him enjoy the moment while also
letting his little brother Chris, and his good friend, Adam, squirm a bit
before he let Cody in on one more detail.

"Chris, I told you because you're almost one of us. So there's one more
thing. You, like everyone else in the neighborhood, are prohibited from
discussing this outside of anyone else that was present at the event. And
it's sort of frowned upon to bring it up too much. But feel free to give
them a hard time for the rest of the day."

"Shit" "Dammit" Both Chris and Adam muttered under their breaths.  While
Chris was more acutely embarrassed, Adam had the more long term
worry. Peter shouldn't have done this. After all, the kid wasn't REALLY a
Springer. And he was Adam's cousin.

"As for you, Jamie, there's no way that my little brother and best friend
are both going to do the most disgusting thing on earth and you get away
with it. So the other three guys are leaving, and you and me are going to
have a talk.




2:00

The doorbell rang, and Kelley could be heard inside the Tucker house
yelling, "It's Nathan! I got it."

The door opened and the visitor saw Kelley's face contort from expectation
to surprise to annoyance in just a flash. The boy didn't look happy, and
there was something restrained in his eyes. Barely restrained.

"What do you want?"  The voice was steely, but not forced. It came from a
boy well aware of his limits in going up against another boy, or boys.

"Take it easy, Tucker," Peter said, "I guess you know what happened, from
the way you answered the door."

"I don't know completely, but I know enough that somebody needs to come
talk to me."

Peter gave a nervous laugh. He was pretty sure that no one wanted to do
that.  "Look Tucker, no one kid did anything to deliberately hurt Ethan. It
happened before anybody realized it, but Jamie does feel bad about it."

"Then where is he?"

"Well," Good question. Why didn't he send Jamie to do this?  "I figured
that . . . . what Jamie promised Ethan . . . well, there would be more
privacy at Jamie's house. And Ethan could take his time and have fun. I
just want to make sure it happens."

"I don't think he's in the mood anymore."

"Look, Tucker, I know about Ethan. I know he . . . . . well I know he would
have fun once things got started. And I know Jamie. Jamie hates making kids
feel bad, and I talked to him. He'll make Ethan feel OK about collecting
the debt."

"Or? You have a guarantee on that?"

"Yeah," Peter said, realizing that this was harder to say and mean than
when he first thought of it. Jamie knew, though, that if Peter had to pay
up as guarantor, then he was coming back to Jamie for repayment. And Jamie
would much rather service Ethan than his friend Peter -- his OLDER friend
Peter, the one that could actually shoot a good load of cum. So Peter
figured it was a safe guarantee.  "So can I just talk to Ethan?"

Kelley didn't say anything or move either, thinking about it. He made Peter
uncomfortable as he stood on the doorstep just waiting for some indication
of willingness on the boy's part. Finally, Kelley relented and let the 14
year old boy inside and let him have access to Ethan.

Peter could tell the boy had been crying a little, but right now he was
somewhere between mad and pouting, after all, those boys had ruined
everything. The day had been going so great, and he had been looking
forward to his time with Jamie. It all seemed ruined somehow, and, despite
his over-age interests and beginning exploits, he was still just a 10 year
old boy, at least for the next 5 months. So he still took some things a bit
more personally than an older boy would.

But Kelley had let Peter come in, so he must be worth listening to, and as
he listened, his interest was becoming re-peaked. Peter was sitting on
Ethan's bed, facing the younger boy in his desk chair.

"So if I'm not happy, I can play with you instead?"  Ethan asked, a smile
returning to his face.

"Uh . . .yeah. That's, uh, the deal."

Ethan smiled even bigger and then tried to play coy.  "Can I see it? Maybe
I won't want to do anything with you. How will I know if I don't see it
first? I already saw Jamie's. He's cu- . . . I mean, I like him naked
. . . . well, I mean . . "

Peter couldn't help himself but laugh. The boy was without a doubt gay. But
queer or not, Ethan was so non-threatening and cute, not to mention an
integral part of Indian Spring through his family, that Peter didn't mind
it. And he realized that he didn't mind showing the boy either; in fact, it
was almost a perverse thrill. He actually started to feel a bit embarrassed
once he knew he was going to agree despite feeling his dick start to fill
out.

"All right, but if I show you, you're coming back with me to Jamie's?"

Ethan nodded, and his eyes grew big as he watched Peter pull off his
shirt. The boy had more hair under his arms than either Kelley or Jamie,
lots more, though still not real hairy; and his chest was broad, his whole
upper torso full of muscle with hardly the barest residue of pre-adolescent
fat. He was all teen, and good looking, too. Ethan hoped the older boy
didn't notice him readjust his hard pricklet when he bent over to pull off
his socks.

Ethan was in heaven, and Peter only hesitated slightly as the meaning of
what he was about to do hit him. But still he unsnapped, unzipped, and slid
his pants and briefs down at the same time. Ethan almost frowned. He would
have liked seeing Peter in just his briefs, at least for a little while;
but that impulse to frown disappeared quickly as the pubic hairs of the boy
came in to view and then the almost 6 inch dick sprang part way up as it
was released. The boy's balls were still mostly hairless, but hung down
nicely, and were bigger than any Ethan had played with -- granted he had
only played with a few boys' private parts so far.

"Um . . . all the way off?"  Peter asked, now less sure of himself and what
he was doing, but obviously unable to deny that he was getting hard because
of it. But there was no denying what Ethan was sure of. The boy nodded his
head enthusiastically to let the older boy know that he very much did want
everything off.

Peter gave a half-smile and looked at the closed bedroom door. He sure
hoped Kelley wasn't coming in. He should have checked the partially open
bathroom door, though, and he might have gotten a glimpse of the departing
boy. Kelley had already peeked in to see how things were going and saw his
excited little brother eagerly watching Peter pull his shirt off. Kelley
trusted Peter and decided he would let this play out -- however he was
going to stay close by in his own bedroom.

Finally Peter had his pants and underwear pulled off and set aside. He sat
back down on the bed, unsure of what to do next, though his penis had its
own ideas and steadily grew harder and longer, to the great delight of
Ethan.

"Wow. Cool!"

Peter was quite startled when Ethan reached over and grasped the hard dick
in his warm hand, squeezing experimentally and running his hands up and
down the pole, delighting in the feel of a maturing teen dick, a true older
boy, relative to his young age at least.

Peter wasn't sure if he should stop the kid, but the newness and deluxe
sensation of feeling another hand on his erection was too hot and wild to
try and stop it, and he let the boy continue in his masturbation of the
older, harder and longer prick. Peter even leaned back a bit on the bed and
rocked upward into the hand, almost moaning, and definitely feeling it even
more sharply than when he did himself at home.

All of a sudden it was like being back at those first few times when he
fully discovered this pleasure and first started going at it until he
orgasmed. This was just like the novelty and intensity of those days. It
was a fresh surge rolling through him, ready to bring out an explosion of
sensation and cum at any second. And fairly soon, especially since this
action was unprecedented and totally unexpected, Peter was rocking his
pelvis up into the boy's hands and firing volley after volley of thick
white cum into the air and over his chest, his pubic area, Ethan's hands
and arms, much to the great delight of the young boy who exclaimed that it
was totally awesome.

After Peter came down from the thrilling high, he became more nervous about
what he had just done with a kid over 3 ½ years younger than him. He
glanced quickly at the door again, and now at the bathroom door, realizing
for the first time that it was probably a connecting bathroom to Kelley's
bedroom. Ethan's brother could have come in at any minute. He would have
been in real deep shit, then.

But he needn't bothered to have worried. Ever the dutiful older brother,
Kelley had already checked in on the two, right when Peter was exploded his
boy juices all over himself, Kelley's little brother, and everything else
nearby. It was fairly easy to tell that that had been a most satisfying cum
for the older boy. Ethan was having fun as well, and seemed to be largely
in charge, as well as the instigator of it all. Kelley just shook his head
and went back to his bedroom. He would give Peter another two or three
minutes to do what he said he came to do before making him clear out.

Peter hastily dressed, much to the dismay of the younger boy he was
with. Still, for Ethan, it had been a fun and amazing moment.

"Can we do that again, sometime, Peter?"

"Uhhhh, you know . . . . I don't think Kelley would really like that. Your
parents either."

"I can handle, Kelley," Ethan said, still smiling his cute irresistible
charm.

"Yeah. I bet you can. Listen, uh, Ethan, about why I came, though. I mean,
why I came here. I mean, you know, not came, I mean I did, I mean, no not
that."  Peter stopped himself and took a deep breath as he rebuttoned his
pants.  "What I mean is, about why I am here. So, will you come back with
me to Jamie's?"

"You're still guaranteeing it?"

Oh Yeah. That was a given now. Peter was seriously thinking that he could
put his lips on that boy's cock to have the chance to play naked with
him. That hand job had been amazing!! Still, it was another boy's dick. A
shiver went through Peter, but he affirmed that he would indeed guarantee
that Ethan would have a good time, although, with that shiver, Ethan was
thinking he had pushed Peter too far already. So Ethan let the possibility
of playing around with Peter go and turned his concentration back to Jamie.

Jamie was an awfully cute older boy.

Ethan sprang up to tell Kelley where he was off to and received the
obligatory words of caution, leaving out the front door just as soon as
Nathan showed up. On the way down there, Ethan was excitedly telling Peter
about the basketball game just the day before, despite the fact that Peter
had been there. And at any rate, Peter wasn't really listening.

Oh, he was smiling and looking like he was listening, but he was mainly
just looking at the kid talk. He was so much a little kid, but surprisingly
into big kid things. And he didn't look 10, either. Maybe 11, not quite
12. But definitely a Tucker, with those looks and that confidence. Despite
the mini-meltdown earlier, he still had more guts going back to Jamie's
house to get what he wanted than most kids would.

All the same, Peter couldn't help what was running through his own mind. As
amazed as he was by it, as repulsed on some level, as confusing as it
seemed, he still had to see where this could go if he and Ethan spent more
`quality' time together. But then he shook his head and chastised
himself. What the hell was he thinking? He was 14 already. And a boy!!
Cripes!!

But still . . . . . .

They had taken a shortcut through the Near Mackey woods and come out next
to Eli Corbin's house. Eli was playing basketball with Tolley, and Peter
waved and even yelled out a heckle when Eli missed a shot. Ethan, however,
only nodded at the two boys. He was still mindful of Tolley's concerns and
the fact that Eli was supposedly spying on Tolley -- or something like that
-- for some older Mackeys. Tolley likewise did little to show he had
anything other than a cursory interest in Ethan's ass and resumed playing
with Eli, as though no one unusual had passed by.

As soon as they were on their way, though, Peter was back to his prior
thoughts, becoming consumed with the unnatural `what if'. Soon, though, as
perverted as he thought this sudden fascination was, as inexplicable and
superficially unwanted as it may be, he had to ask. Peter stopped Ethan
about 2/3 of the way down the street from the Corbins to the Bensons.

"Look, Ethan, I, uh, hope this doesn't sound weird, and all, I mean . . . I
certainly wasn't thinking this when I came to get you . . . . it's just
. . . . . ."

Ethan watched Peter expectantly, wondering what the older boy was trying to
get around to.

"It's just that, um . . . . . . . . well, see, thing is . . . . . . .uh
. . . . . . . did you, uh . . . . like . . . . . . . I mean . . .have fun
. . . .you know . . . . . . "  Peter blushed so much that he wasn't sure if
he would be able to get it out.  "I mean, did you have fun playing
. . . . . . um . . . . . w-with my, uh . . . . with my dick?"

Ethan just nodded enthusiastically in response. He very much had.

"Well, um, good. I'm glad, you know; I wanted you to. And, uh, it's not
that I WANT you to do it again, but if you did, I mean, that is, you know,
if you WANTED to, and, uh, you know, wanted to, well see I, uh, um
. . . . Well I would be OK . . . . uh . . . . letting you."

"Serious? For real?? Can I ??!??"

Ethan wasn't expecting this prospect or offer. It was a wonderful one,
though. He had really liked Peter's peter and had not even thought about
the possibility of playing with it again, unless Jamie was a wash, of
course. He had figured it was a one-time lucky thing. This was like manna
from heaven -- in more ways than one.

"Yeah, sure Ethan, of course."  Peter was a bit stunned that he had
actually gone through with the offer. But much better than the scary part,
or perhaps what made the scary part all the scarier, was that he could feel
a tingle inside him that actually anticipated and looked forward to the
next time. Still, he was trying to look non-chalant and disinterested, more
like it was a community service type of thing.  "You know, whenever you
want."

"Whenever?? I can see you and maybe play with your thing whenever I want?
Lots of times?"

"Um . . . . sure."  OK, that wasn't quite what he had meant. He wasn't
intending an open invitation for repeat visits -- or was he? It could be
exciting and fun. It certainly would be an enjoyable way to relieve his
needs. But all the same it could generate some attachments and interest
that Peter wasn't ready for or wanting. Still, he did offer, and what would
it hurt to play it by ear for a while?

"Just, uh, Ethan, you know, ask me first, and don't let anyone else
know. If Tucker's cool with it and nobody else finds out . . . . "  Here
Peter smiled, knowing inside that this could end up a great thing,
something a lot of fun.  "But yeah, whenever you want then; that's cool."

Ethan held up his hand for a high five, and Peter laughed and slapped
it. Ethan was racking up on the offers today, and he had no problems with
that. He knew he was going to get an extended offer from Jamie, too; Peter
had already hinted at that. And Ethan had already decided that that would
be just cool with him.

Peter rang the Benson's doorbell, and 13 year old Jamie answered, somewhat
shy and slightly embarrassed, wearing just his boxers. It wasn't that he
was embarrassed only being in his underwear when he answered the door to a
couple of boys. He had done that enough times in his life -- that was no
big. It was answering the door in his boxers knowing that he was
deliberately putting on a show that was bothering him. All the same -- he
had his show smile on and was ready to pay his debt.

"Hey Ethan," Jamie said, with all the courage and showmanship he could
muster. There was no way in hell he wanted to pay the price of failing
Peter's expectations. Peter had made sure that Jamie understood that the
payback would be public and plentiful, just a bot worse than Chris and
Adam's.

"Sorry about earlier, just kind of caught me off guard; and I hadn't really
explained any of it yet to the guys."

Ethan just shrugged, trying to smooth out his earlier departure.  "It's
OK. Sorry I . . . ran, before."

Jamie just shrugged, not sure where to go from here, except knowing full
well that he didn't have a choice in the matter.  "Well, you're here
now. Um, sorry it's not the rest of the day though. My parents will be home
in two hours."

"I thought the deal you made with Ethan was two whole days, starting with
today?"  Peter asked in a measured voice and looking meaningfully at Jamie.

"Oh, uh right. So anyway Ethan, Peter's right, so, uh, how about we just,
fool around or something today, and maybe do the two whole days some other
time?"

"Really?"  Ethan looked up smiling, this was even better. He looked into
the cute face of the 13 year old who was smiling back at him. He took it as
a sign of sincerity, though in all honesty, Ethan's enthusiasm just brought
that smile out naturally in other people, even teen boys couldn't help
it. Ethan said `awesome' and stepped forward to get a feel of the
oh-so-distracting bulging that was lifting out the front of Jamie's thin
boxers. It felt thick!

Jamie stepped back in shock, both from the unexpected invasion of privacy
and the unbelievable rush that went through him immediately, even with the
slight touch of another hand on his penis. Even through the cloth of his
boxers it felt as though the younger boy had reached right through and
electrified him. It felt . . . well, . . . really good.

With a worried look from Ethan that something was wrong and a warning look
from Peter, Jamie recovered himself and step back forward.

"Sorry, just startled me," he said with an awkward smile and grabbed
Ethan's hand and placed it back on the rapidly enlarging bulge of his
crotch.

Ethan smiled and went to town, wasting no time at all getting his hand into
the fly of the boxers and feeling along the 13 yo erection. It was nice,
hard, and fat!

"Wow!! It's so big!! It's bigger around than yours Peter!"

Both older boys had blushed at this statement. Peter had been hoping that
Ethan wouldn't make any allusions to the fun that the two of them had had,
but Ethan was clearly in a separate world and not thinking about such minor
things.

"This is mine?  All afternoon?"

"Yeah," the boy had difficulty responding, both from the embarrassment of
the situation and the unexpected incredible feelings coursing through him
as the young hand continued to massage his hard dick through the fly in his
boxers.

"And your nuts? And your mouth?"

Jamie had to clear his throat, but still his voice cracked from the massive
embarrassment of feeling obligated to respond, that he barely got it out as
a whisper, "Yeah, it's all yours."

He had no choice. He had lost the bet, screwed up his promise on the
original agreement, and was under dire threat from Peter to make it right.

"And your butt? I can play with it and look at it to?"

OK, this was maybe going a bit too far, Jamie was thinking, or at least
trying to think. Right now his brain was being overloaded by sensation and
going to mush. Unfortunately for him, Peter was out ahead of him.

"I believe the agreement was his whole naked body, and that includes
everything, Ethan."  Peter said with some authority.  "Right Jamie?"

"Uh, ye-unnghh, fffuck."  Like Kelley, Jamie almost never cursed, but that
last word came out somewhere between a sigh and a moan and couldn't have
been held back by any manner of morality or decorum.  "Yeah, yeah, that's
right. Shi--oohhh-ffffuuu-I . . . I'm gonna cum . . . ina . . . .sec
. . . "

All of a sudden Ethan pulled his hands back and then held on to Jamie's
hands to keep the boy from finishing the job.

"Cool. This is gonna be so much fun!! And I get two more whole days just
like it! And you're gonna be totally nekkid all both days! Awesome!!!!"

He practically yelled out the last word, and once again Peter chuckled and
found himself smiling at the boy's enthusiasm.

"Well, I guess I'll leave you two boys to your fun for the next 2 or 3
hours."

"Wait," Ethan said, "Don't you want to play too, Peter?"

Jamie was behind Ethan shaking his head virulently no, but Peter had a
sudden evil grin and without a word and in one fluid motion, kicked the
door closed behind him and pulled off his T-shirt.

"Let's go to Jamie's room!"  Peter said.

"Shit."  Again from Jamie, but very quietly and to himself.




It wasn't long before all three boys were stripping down in Jamie's
bedroom, though Jamie more slowly and hesitantly than the other two, even
though he was only wearing the boxers; and from the state he was in, there
was no mistaking the state he was in. The boxers hid very little at this
point, except as he pulled them down, Peter gave a low whistle.

"Damn, Jamie!"  Peter and the other kids always knew Jamie was well hung,
just from seeing him soft at the swimming hole, but they didn't realize he
was a grower, too. Only his best friend, and Peter's little brother, Chris,
Stephen Upshaw, and a couple other guys he played ball with had ever seen
him erect.

It wasn't porn-size obscene, well not yet at least, but it certainly showed
promise. Without a doubt he was thicker already than most 13 and 14 year
olds, well most 15 year olds even, but he was still in range on length. It
was just that the small patch of pubic hair at the base made his penis look
all the bigger. Still, for some reason, maybe even due to the perpetually
goofy grin on the boy when he played ball, and the fact that everyone was
used to seeing him in a cup that bulged out his front anyway, the dick
didn't look that out of place on him.

"You ARE thick!"  Peter continued, thankful, at least, that he was longer
still than the boy a year below him. Though not by much.

Ethan actually had a strange mix of fascination and disappointment on his
face. He was going to get to play with that big one, 5 inches long and
nearly 5 inches around, but he would never be able to put that in his
butt. Well, maybe not never, his cheeky inner self mused, but certainly it
wouldn't be the first one up his bottom. Or the second or third,
either. And that disappointed him, because he had held hope all morning
that maybe Jamie could be the first to take him. It would have been nice
being `owned' by Jamie. The thought gave his own little pecker a lift.

Well, not so little for 10, but smaller than probably more than half the 12
year olds out there, and certainly smaller than these two boys. All the
same, it was a dick, it was hard, and it was big enough to be played with,
which is exactly what he wanted Jamie to do.

In no time at all, all three boys were up on Jamie's queen size bed,
rubbing each other's dicks, with Peter even getting a good feel of Jamie's
thick one. It wasn't too long a time though, after Ethan brought Jamie
close two more times playing with the big dick, that curiosity took over
and the youngest of the three bent down low over Peter's cock and took the
first inch and a half of the 5 ½+ Peter had to offer and applied some
suction with a few swirls of his tongue.

Peter felt his heart and his breath stop and knew he was going to shoot for
sure, even within the first minute of this, he was so close. He had thought
getting jacked by the little boy was incredible -- getting sucked was
fucking stupendous. Ethan, though, guessed that the boy was close and
pulled off, much to Peter's chagrin -- although the chagrin was on delay as
it took a while to coast down from the near-orgasm. Even in the coasting,
he felt more alive than any self-masturbation had ever made him.

"Sorry," Ethan said, "It was fun, and I wanna do some more, but I kinda
want Jamie to shoot in my mouth first."

Both boys' jaws dropped. Ethan even surprised himself in saying this, but
he was horny, and it was what he wanted. Poor Jamie, when he realized what
that statement meant, he almost came on his own just thinking about passing
his dick over those lips and shooting his cum inside.

"You mean . . ."  Jamie started, "Can I . . . ." he pointed to himself with
his thumbs, "I mean, will you . . . ."  And here he pointed downward to his
own crotch, amazed that this was a possibility, and he was now greatly
desiring, but afraid to ask for, a blow job from this amazing kid. But
Ethan knew what he wanted -- and who wouldn't want him to try it after that
display on Peter's prick?

"Ummmm, maybe later. But first I want one!!"  Ethan got up on his knees and
waited there expectantly for his blow job. Jamie looked uncertainly at
Peter; it was the moment of truth, and he wasn't sure he really wanted to
go through with this, especially - most especially - with Peter laying
right there watching him. Laying there naked. Laying there hard as a
rock. It was most disconcerting.

But he was already committed, whether he felt that way or not, he knew
it. Jamie got off the bed and tried to do this with a smile, but it was a
miserable attempt that did nothing to hide the nausea within. He stood
alongside his bed and looked at the young boy on it, sitting back on his
haunches with his hairless nuts gathered underneath a hairless dick, but it
was a dick proudly straining out a little over 3 inches and in some serious
need of attention.

Jamie took a deep breath and bent over the side of the bed. It was a
comfortable rest given the height of the bed and the box spring below, and
it allowed his mouth to come to a point right at the pubic front of the
boy. He lifted up and came down again, without thinking upon the action too
much, and swallowed the prick whole, eliciting several moans of
appreciation from Ethan. With some guidance and exploration, Jamie was soon
giving Ethan his first blow job, and it wasn't long before he had a dry nut
deep in the hot, wet mouth of the cute, older, straight boy, taking in as
he did so, the broad unblemished skin of the boy's back, that creamy
decline into the curve and back up slightly as it hit the tan line and
running over the whiter plump pillows of the boy's ass as they curved out
of sight.

With the novelty and the view, Ethan was back up and running almost before
the final ebbs of his orgasm had drawn out. He kept rocking into the boy's
mouth, holding Jamie's head down with his hands in the soft brown hair, and
just looking at the mirage of ecstasy that was the older boy's white ass in
the short distance. Ethan very much wanted to see more of that.

But Ethan wasn't the only one with ass on the mind. While he was proceeding
with the blow job vs. oral fucking, Peter was checking out the beautiful 10
year old plump ass before him. Jamie may have had a very nice ass, athletic
with the remnants of little boy plumpness, but it was nothing on
Ethan's. And even Ethan's was the ugly step-child to Kelley's
bottom. However, the way Ethan was sitting also caused a spilt in his
luscious cheeks that gave the temptation of treasure within, and Peter lay
his head behind the boy and sighed unexpectedly as he looked up into the
cleft and beheld the dark within. He very gently parted the cheeks,
eliciting only a sharp intake of breath from Ethan, and a pleasurable
unknown feeling, and there he saw the tight, clean, pink virgin and cherry
center of the delectable boy.

Peter felt an overwhelming urge to touch it, which he did; run his fingers
around the puckered textural edge, which he did; tease the tightly shut
muscle to some ecstatic response from both of them, which he did; and maybe
. . . . just maybe . . . .

But no, he was unable to penetrate his finger deep within the hole. It was
too dry and too unwilling to open. But something drove his dick to steely
mad hardness and drove his mind to a great need to proceed further, and he
knew he just had to do it. He just had to feel that boy's muscle close in
tight on his finger. Just had to know what it felt like to push his digit
inside and have the anus close around it and then to drive it deeper
within.

He couldn't take any more. And he had an idea.

"Jamie! Do you have any, um, . . . "  Peter was looking around the room for
the lotion that he and Chris both had in their rooms, but not seeing any.
"Oh I know, how about any Vaseline?"

Jamie came off of Ethan's dick and looked curious.  "Vaseline? Why?"

Peter just looked at Ethan and said, "Can I? Just my fingers, promise."

Ethan gave an enthusiastic nod of his head. Jamie wasn't sure what was
going on, but he told Peter where to find the stuff in his parent's
bathroom. Then he returned to slavering and sucking in Ethan's nuts, as he
was directed to do by the younger boy. Peter soon came back into the room
and quickly resumed his observation post of the glorious swirl of flesh
that invited him in. He dipped his fingers into the cool Vaseline and
wasted no time in swirling on a dab here and there, playing with the hole
and teasing open the spasming muscle as he went.

The feelings in his back end were driving Ethan nuts, and he pulled Jamie's
mouth off his literal nuts and stuck his hard dick back in, working up on a
fucking pace, even as poor Jamie was just getting the hang of trying to
suck it.

Then came the moment of glory for Ethan, and he knew he was on the right
path in life, as Peter took more of a prod around the now pliable anus,
dipping his finger in to the first knuckle and giving it a bit of a tug,
before he scooped up another blob of Vaseline, smeared it right over the
twitching hole, prodded once more before gently but surely pushing the
whole of his finger deep into the boy's rectum. Ethan felt the finger enter
into him and clamped down tight, still hoping it would drive ever deeper
inside him.

He didn't know whether to push his dick forward into the hot tunnel of
Jamie's ministering mouth and across that raking tongue, or backward to get
more of the thicker finger even deeper inside him, as if Peter could go any
farther than the whole of his index finger. But Ethan wanted it.

And so began his mental and sexual tug of war as he tried to get fulfilled
at both ends, with a resigned, but cooperative Jamie on one end, and a
suddenly curious Peter on the other. It wasn't long, as Peter began to step
up his prods and now thrusts, varying the angle, feeling along the rectum
and prostate, teasing the whole of the hole, that Ethan grabbed Jamie's
head hard and thrust with all his might into the boy, almost breaking his
nose but getting a strong dry second nut all the same.

Jamie pulled away and rubbed his face; those last thrusts hurt, but
obviously the younger boy liked what he was doing. As Jamie stood, Ethan
fell forward into a doggy position, splayed his legs out and pushed back,
moaning like a slut in heat, against the magical fingers opening him up in
back. Oh how he wanted so badly to get fucked! Why not right now?? Why did
it matter if anyone got to have him at the White Party?

But he knew Jamie couldn't do it, as much as he would like for Jamie to be
his first; Jamie's dick would not feel good. It was too wide, something he
felt intuitively as he had stared at the marvelous steel hard prong. And he
wanted his first time to be fun, not painful, if that were possible.

Jamie now suddenly realized that there was another reason for Ethan's
greatly ramped up enthusiasm during the last blow job he gave him, and he
climbed up on the bed beside Ethan to look over the boy's butt at what
Peter was doing. He registered some shock as he watched Peter's finger
going in and out of that tight hole, concentrating on how the flesh was
tight around the finger and stayed the same degree of tautness from the
narrow to the wide part of the finger, as if it were a sleeve of muscle
made just for this. It looked perfectly natural to see it do so, and he
felt his dick rise even more, which is something that he didn't expect
right now. In fact, his dick was so hard and so heavy that it felt like a
weight hanging from his body, a burden to carry, albeit one attached
directly to his balls, his own ass (he sensed the connection as he watched
the young boy enjoy his reaming), and his befuddled brain.

Jamie looked over the rest of Ethan's trim, young, smooth and evenly toned
younger boy's body. The young boy had slowly melted into the mattress, his
upper body like a firm jelly, unable to exert anything against the
pleasurable onslaught in his rear. But his pale ass was still arched up and
pushing slowly back against the exploring digits. The kid was loving it;
wanting it. Bad.

Jamie's eyes continued to wander over the supple young muscles, and
retraced their view along his back. The skin looked warm and soft; the body
was inviting. It looked strangely enticing to hold in bed. Jamie couldn't
help wonder what it would feel like to hold that boy in his arms, with no
witnesses or others about and slowly sink his aching hard dick up that
beautiful hole.

He suddenly realized just how entrancing he found the asshole of the young
boy, especially as it was being used. It was starting to bother him a bit
that he was taking this kind of an interest, but before he could dwell on
his abnormal drift, he quite suddenly almost crumpled into the bed as his
body was crippled by the most amazing pleasure that spread so rapidly from
the head of his dick, down his penis, and up into the rest of his body,
that for a few seconds he had no idea where this feeling was coming from or
how it had hit him. All he could tell, as his mind slowly crawled out of
the abyss of tingling rush of euphoria and physical sextrocution, for there
could be no other word for it, was that something was working his primed
and rigid dickhead and working it hot, and wet, and rough and smooth all at
the same time.

He slowly got back to his elbows, his wobbling knees barely able to
maintain the strength to hold him up. Whatever this miraculous sensation
was, the onslaught was continuing, building him to a level in such a way as
had never happened before. Something was coming, and there must be another
word for it, because cumming and orgasm didn't seem like they would fit
this new intensity.

He managed to look under, down the length of his body, and what he saw blew
his mind, at least what parts were not already blown by the sensation
alone. Little Ethan had his mouth wrapped around his cock. It was the young
boy's mouth that was providing that wet heat, and the naturally talented
tongue swirling the head of his dick and rubbing that sweet spot on the
underside, all the while a vacillating suction was being applied.

Sweet cream was coming to the Hoover; that was a certainty and the only
thing about life on this planet that Jamie could consciously acknowledge at
this point. However, just as he was about to hit that point, Ethan backed
off.

"No," Jamie half weakly cried and half whimpered. He didn't have the
strength for much else. The surprise and the commotion in his nervous
system left him down for the count, and he collapsed on the bed. Even after
Ethan pulled off, Jamie could still feel electric charges pulsing down his
tender rod, not threatening to take him onward to an orgasm, but definitely
letting him know that something tremendous and powerful was out there.

Jamie was collapsed and sprawled face down, providing a good view of his
athletic back and bubble butt to entice Ethan for further sexploration.

"I wanna look at your butt," Ethan said, as he pulled away from Peter's
fingers. Jamie hardly heard him, and wouldn't have put up much of a fight
anyway, as all he wanted was just to get back in that mouth, and deeper
down try to resolve what was wrong with him that he had enjoyed that so
much.

Ethan was meanwhile engrossed in the proffered bottom of the older boy
sprawled on the bed before him. He took his time, much to the growing
embarrassment of Jamie, to look at and feel the skin and color and shape of
the comely ass. He ran his hands all over it, pausing every now and then to
squeeze and push and mold the muscle and remnant fat, experiencing great
joy in the process.

Eventually he parted the boy's cheeks and marveled at the hole within. It
was also clean, Jamie having taken a shower when Peter went to fetch
Ethan. It was still on the pinker side, not the brown that so many boys in
puberty took on; and the hole of the ass, just as the whole of the ass was,
was wholly and completely smooth and hairless, despite the large sack of
balls just below attesting the boy's state of development. Ethan kept one
hand pressing back on the right cheek and reached in to feel of the anal
muscle.

Jamie breathed in sharply at this new and unexpected sensation. It was
definitely the first time since having his diapers cleaned that another
person had touched him in that spot. That wasn't even a place where someone
could accidently touch you. Even a doctor had handled his nuts and dick, as
recently as six months ago; so even that feeling wasn't totally and utterly
foreign and unknown. But this touch, this was in the holiest of holies, the
most private place known to man, or at least boy. This was the spot that
no-one dare venture, that no one ever saw. This was truly where the sun did
not shine; and here was a 10 year old's finger, of a boy no less, tracing
out the edges of his nether region, the gatekeeper to a place even more
private and sanctified than the muscle guarding it. A place where no man,
or boy, may enter.

It was making Jamie nervous to have the finger there and entirely
unsettling with the sensations the trace was provoking. When the finger
entered that dimple that lead to the hole itself, the portal of his anal
canal, he started to squirm; but that certainly did not dissuade or lessen
the interest of the exploring digit, or the boy who owned it.

Finally, Ethan pulled his finger back, except that he left the 13 year old
on view, again pulling back his nice buttcheeks so that Jamie could feel
the draft of the room's air blow across the anal tissue. His pucker would
have had goosebumps, if it had had any. Jamie could feel, as well, the
stares of both boys, travelling over his most secret part. It was
definitely embarrassing, almost shamefully, and downright too quiet in the
room as Ethan leaned back and let Peter take a good gander.

Jamie jumped when he felt Peter taking a turn to feel along the edge of the
anus and dip down into it's cherry center. Only this time it was
worse. Peter had Vaseline on his fingers. Yes, plural. Fingers.

"Nooo," Jamie moaned, ineffectually as the older boy pushed in lightly
against the anal sphincter and waited until just as it began to give and
steadily sunk his finger in ALL the way to the hilt.

"Shit, Jamie!! You're tight. Oh man, you're fucking awesome back here!!"

Peter, if he was older, might have realized the signs of becoming drunk,
because it was essentially the same. His inhibitions were rapidly in
decline, and he took over from Ethan, taking great joy at sinking his
finger into that luxurious ass, over and over and over again. While Ethan
may have had a mighty nice and pert ass that was a total joy to finger and
explore, Jamie's fine butt was fully accessible, in all senses of the word,
and still just as virgin.

Jamie certainly would have protested more, except Ethan had moved back
around to the front and reintroduced his greater than three inches of hard
youngness back into the boy's mouth. Jamie never stopped wanting to protest
Peter's fingering of an area that was completely off limits to everybody,
but he was also doing his best to honor his promise and give Ethan a great
blowjob, such as he even knew anything about what constituted a great blow
job.

But he still tried.

And all the while Peter kept switching from his index finger to his middle
finger.

About the time that Ethan was reaching another orgasm and was feeling
himself so close, Jamie gave a large moan, as he felt Peter now insert both
his fingers in a steady confident march up Jamie's ass. Jamie was trying to
climb away, farther on the bed, but at the same time pushing back as he
pulled away from Ethan's increasingly aggressive thrusts into his mouth. He
didn't want his nose beaten in again, but as he moaned around the boy's
dick, all the energy he wanted to create in sound was transferred up the
young boy's dick in vibration, and Ethan felt himself about to explode in
yet another dry orgasm.

Ethan grabbed the poor boy's ears and pulled him hard onto his spasming
dick, so that Jamie had to grasp the boy's buttocks for extra support. He
was held helpless there as Peter now picked up an in and out motion with
his two fingers in Jamie's ass. Jamie could only squirm his legs across the
bed in a futile attempt to escape, and he clamped even tighter in his
sucking of dick, which only made Ethan hold him even tighter as he more
forcefully fucked the face achieving now a double orgasm.

Ethan held him there for quite awhile, oblivious of Jamie's extra effort in
trying to coordinate breathing, and all the while feeling Peter's two
bigger fingers ream his previously unviolated hole.

Eventually Peter even began scissoring the fingers, creating all sorts of
conflicting feelings in the boy, as he was being slowly opened up. Ethan
only relaxed a little and was unbelievably still turned on enough to keep
going with his rocking - albeit this time more slowly - in and out of
Jamie's abused mouth. Jamie still kept his end of the bargain and continued
to suck the smaller cock, though it wasn't long before he gripped the
bedsheets with both hands, his eyes going wide, and let loose another
moan-slash-scream into the wet crotch of the young boy.

The vibrations from that last one set Ethan to fully charged again, as he
went back up from semi-hard to Erector Set proud, like an adorable and
non-annoying Energizer Bunny. But what had set Jamie off, was Peter
deciding to try sinking three fingers in his ass. Fortunately he didn't
keep this invasion up for long and dropped back down to two. This almost
felt good comparatively, and finally Ethan pulled out and let Jamie pant
and catch his breath. The funny thing was, he was so used to being fingered
at this point, and was happy to not have three fingers being jammed into
him, that he forgot for a while that he was supposed to getting those
fingers out of his ass completely.

For now, he was just recovering his breath, aware that a flesh-colored, but
still engorged, dickhead was still right under his nose, poking into it and
lifting it up, the cartilage of his nose battling against the pressure of
hard boydick. The boy's balls were no longer fully drawn up, and were
hanging there, swaying in their sack, barely two inches from his parted
mouth.

He was conscious of all of this and very slowly came back aware of the
fingers still running in and out of his ass, occasionally scissoring and
gently tugging this way and that against his private area muscle. Just as
he was coming back to his senses and about to demand that Peter stop, he
felt the fingers pull out. He hesitated for a few seconds, happy that that
was over. Maybe he didn't have to say anything.

Ethan looked fairly uncertain about something, but Jamie couldn't see the
boy's face; he was too close to the boy's dick and nuts.

"Cool!!"  Ethan let out, obviously enthralled with something, despite his
concern. At the same time, he subconsciously shifted his dick lower and
back into Jamie's mouth. Jamie was just wondering how much more he was
going to have to do this, when he felt the fingers come back to his back
end, or at least thought he felt them come back. Something was there, and
he initially thought it was fingers. Whatever it was, it was bigger than a
finger, not as hard, or pokey, at the end, either. It was warm and blunt,
and filling the entirety of his anal depression as it now pressed with
resolute certainty against his sphincter muscle.

With a jump and his eyes open in terror, he suddenly knew what that
presence was pressing at his back door, and there was no way he was letting
it in!

"NMWoooo, MWewer, wohn wu ah."  The poor boy moaned desperately around
Ethan's dick, but all he got in a response was an excited Ethan telling
that that felt cool and to do it again. Ethan was only processing his own
reaction from the vibratory sensations along his dick and nuts.

Jamie bore down with the muscles in his behind, wanting to stop the
intruding hard cock, but all that did was surprisingly open him up and let
Peter pop in his swollen dickhead and the first few inches of cock,
seemingly without resistance.

"Oh yeah!!"  Peter exclaimed with sensuous delight, "You are definitely
ready for it!!"

Peter's psyche just took the offer for what it seemed to be, not a failed
roadblock, but an ease of access to let him fuck. Jamie meanwhile gave
another muffled moan/shout into Ethan's groin, giving the younger boy
exactly what he had asked for. More vibration and moaning around his
smaller cock.

As Peter pulled back on the 13 year old's hips to pull him deeper on to his
cock, Jamie came off the small dick and nuts in his mouth and at once began
protesting, catching Ethan, at least, off guard. Ethan had been thinking
that it was all fun and games and that by some unusual fortune of his
(Ethan's) and Peter's, Jamie was actually willing to go down this path.

"Come on, please Jamie, let me keep going!"  Peter begged. Although, all
the while he was still slowly rocking his pelvis into the soft buttocks of
the boy, having now worked in his full 5 ½ inches of nearly man meat and
was undulating the last half-inch over the stretched anal muscle.

"No," Jamie moaned; it didn't hurt, thanks to being stretched out for a
good while, so much as it was just humiliating. Though as much as he wanted
it to stop, it was somehow hard to concentrate with the strange feelings
from the rhythm that Peter had set up, the extreme exotic nature of
something he had never considered, and the tortured embarrassment that he
had somehow let this happen. The protest sounded weak and conflicted.  "No!
I want you to stop!"

"Please, Jamie? I'm already in and fucking you. Let me just finish."

"No!"  Jamie was firmer, but his voice wasn't panicked or hurt, though
maybe somewhat befuddled, so Peter now moved a whole inch in and out,
although a bit more slowly, gathering an unintended low and drawn out moan
from Jamie. He would stop, but after he negotiated a bit more.  "I promise
I won't make you be a bottom or come after you or anything. Just let me
fuck your butt! It's so nice and so tight!"

`And sooo smooth, so virgin, and oh soooo right!!' Peter kept on thinking
to himself as he drove in an inch, pulled out two and then drove these in
only a bit more slowly, but just as surely, between the plump white cheeks
and through the amazing 13 year old hole grasping his hard cock.

"No, Peter," the protest was now coming out in an almost grunted voice,
cracked and becoming lost in its own bewilderment.  "I don't want to get
screwed. That's not me. That wasn't part of the
dea-eee--eee-yooohhhhooohhhoowwwwhhooa-nnnngghhhaaagghhh-oooouuuhhh--ahnngh-annhhghh-nnngguuhh-uhh"

Jamie's voice was lost in total confusion as his remaining mind was blown
when he felt Ethan's lips wrap around his dickhead again, and that eager
tongue began to explore the very sensitive underside. The whole mouth was
applying a relishing suction, and an indescribable peace, joy and ecstasy
washed over the boy. He quit his protests and let the older boy rock into
and fuck his ass, as an unknown connection with the asshole stimulation and
the overpowering one on his dick met and amplified. He lost all will of his
own. His eyes were glazed, and he was on another plane, a metaphysical
plane of choppy sexual semi-enlightenment, as he was worked over by the two
boys.

Ethan had been worried that this was going wrong; he didn't want anyone
forced into sex against their will. But then maybe, in his mind, Jamie
wanted to try it but was just embarrassed because he wasn't getting any
attention to his dick; after all, it was just him doing the work and
supplying his body all the time. And that wasn't fair. So Ethan had decided
to suck on Jamie's big one, at least the last inch or so of it. It's what
he had been hoping to do anyway, unbeknownst to Jamie.

Once he did and saw the acceptance of Jamie to getting fucked, Ethan
thought all was well and that that was all Jamie needed. After all, he
himself wished he could try getting fucked. He very much wanted to try it;
and as eager as the young boy was to enter the foray of sexual adventures
and adolescent possibilities, he was still too young to distinguish between
resignation and fulfillment.

But, at least in one sense, Jamie was definitely being filled. Ethan pulled
off the dick, just as Jamie was building up to his orgasm, so he could bend
around and watch Peter's dick going in and out of the tight hole. Peter
pulled back the boy's cheeks and even slowed down so Ethan could watch, as
he slid the three and a half hard inches of adolescent dick into and out of
Jamie's previously cherry center. He pulled back so that the glans was just
tugging at the stretched muscle and went in so that an inch could still be
seen holding the boy open. It provided an optimum viewing for Ethan, who
decided that this was about the coolest thing that he had EVER seen his
whole life.

It wasn't just the actual dick sliding through the taut ring of Jamie's
anal opening that fascinated him, but the view of the back of Jamie's well
developed nuts that said this was definitely a boy bending over and taking
dick, and not a weak or forced one, either, It was Peter's balls right
there, gathering up their sperms to shoot into and claim the other boy by
planting themselves deep in his ass, that power base that said it was a boy
in charge that was directing this fuck. It was the thought and sight of a
hard piston at work, a thick rod sliding between the fleshy, white,
billowing and curved cheeks. It was the accepted subjugation of the one boy
allowing his very virginity to be plundered.

It was all so exciting, so wonderful, that Ethan's own prick was harder
than it ever had been, and he knew with certainty that he could and would
have his dry cum just from watching. If anything or anyone had so much as
touched his dick right now, he would have gone off. Peter paused briefly to
let the younger boy get an eyeful, a permanent mental snapshot.

Jamie meanwhile, resigned in what energy he had to protest, to getting
fucked, all while an inner voice raged at him to put a stop to it, was
missing that wonderful feeling on his dick, especially when he had been so
close. What he wanted even more than not getting fucked - even though he
couldn't admit that Peter's plunging in and out of his ass was providing an
extra boost to the sensations running between dick and center of being --
but what he wanted most was a return of Ethan's keen mouth and tongue to
finish the job.

Unfortunately, however, he chose the moment that Peter had paused to moan
out, "Nooo, don't stop. Please!!"

Ethan took it to mean everything, the sucking and the fucking. Peter wasn't
as naïve, but he smiled and took it as permission; he moved his hands from
the boy's ass and waist up to his shoulders and prepared for a real fucking
to begin. Ethan was barely back on and sucking the primed and tender
cockhead, putting Jamie into some throes of physical, but extremely
pleasurable, agony, when Peter amped up his tempo and was soon plumbing the
depths of Jamie's ass at a rate that made his rump an adventure park.

Jamie was meanwhile squirming at the sensations of both ends, dying for
that perfect moment in Ethan's mouth but having the unintended consequence
of pushing back into and encouraging Peter's onslaught. Ethan meanwhile was
humping the bed as he leaned under the baseball player's lean frame and
suckled the erection. Every boy was close, but the visual stimulation of
Peter's thick roundness sinking into Jamie's stretched well of pleasure had
been too much for Ethan, and he went first.

As he had his dry orgasm, he transferred the blast within him to the
suction and tongue-work on Jamie's dick, sending that boy into overload, as
well. His mind was blowing so hard that he could no longer see anything
clearly. He felt a pulsing underneath a pressure behind his eyes that were
losing any discernment of the fuzzy objects across his room, and he was
only distantly aware of the shot after shot that he was firing into the
mouth of the younger boy, of having his seed pour into the mouth of
another. He didn't even hear Peter declaim that he was going to fill his
ass with cum; but he did register some distant slam into his buttbone,
quickly followed by another, and another, each with a growing finality, and
each accompanied by some warm pulsing within.

But it had all been too much. It would take days to sort out exactly what
happened, and he would spend days just dazed by the enormity of what had
developed here. It had only been supposed to be a show and tell with some
begrudged oral pleasure for a little kid. None of this, though, was
supposed to have happened.

But there he was. Fucked and worn out. So much so, that Peter stayed on top
of him, fully embedded within, for two more minutes before either boy could
talk or move. The weird thing for both was that Peter stayed so hard -- and
that there was something natural about the hardness, the feeling, and the
position mixed in with the total unnaturalness of the whole thing.

Eventually, both boys became uncomfortable enough with the situation that
they moved away from each other with an uneasy guilt. Neither could really
look at the other, and Ethan didn't say anything when Jamie reached down
and pulled his boxers back on. Peter gathered up his clothes and headed
toward the bathroom, mumbling something about getting cleaned up. It was
strange how he could go from the most amazing feelings that Creation
offered up to an immediate guilt and confusion about where to go or what to
do next.

While Peter was busy in the bathroom, Jamie sat back on his bed, resting
against the headboard. He knew he was still supposed to be naked, but he
needed some mental space, at least, for the moment.

Eventually Peter came out of the bathroom, fully dressed, and he and Jamie
said some awkward goodbyes, both boys subdued and introverted all of a
sudden, and neither willing to profess or think about what had just
happened.

"Sorry about what happened with Peter," Ethan offered later, after Peter
had left and the awkward silence had still continued.  "I guess everything
kinda got carried away."

"Yeah, well, I certainly wasn't expecting that to happen," Jamie said, as
he picked at an imaginary thread in his bedspread. But then he looked up
with a smile to give some reassurance to the younger boy -- and with the
hopes that they could just drop the subject and move on -- "but I'll live."

"Did it hurt?"

10 year old boys, even ones almost 11 that were functioning at the
exploration level of almost 12, didn't just let things drop that
quickly. They didn't `move on' that well.  Jamie regarded the still naked
form of the unabashed and cute younger boy. There was definitely something
alluring about the faun, something that pulled you in, something that let
you drop the homo/hetero thoughts in your mind completely.

"I guess not a lot," Jamie admitted.  "But some, it did, yeah, it hurt just
a little. Well, kinda a lot at first; guess I was more upset and angry at
first to notice. And then when you . . . . you know . . . . Well, I kinda
didn't notice much of anything back there after that."

"Sorry."  Ethan said, though not entirely sure why he was saying it. Both
boys were a bit flush with embarrassment all of a sudden.

Eventually as they continued to sit there, uncomfortably at first, but with
Jamie getting increasingly comfortable just gazing upon the naked boy on
his bed and feeling a need to be -- protective?, welcoming?, atoning? --
just what was it that he thought that he SHOULD feel toward this unusual
fellow happy soul? Well, normally happy.

Jamie took a deep breath and reached out across the non-physical distance
between the two.  "Well, at any rate, I guess it was more my pride that got
hurt than my . . . . well . . . my butt."

"Why?"

"Most boys don't really want another boy doing that to them, Ethan," Jamie
said, as if it was plain as day, even to a boy that seemed to like boys.
"At least, I sure didn't."

Ethan looked a little hurt by the comment, but tried not to show it.
"Arent you worried then about Peter doing it a whole bunch more? Since he
was the first? I mean, don't the rules --"

"Ah, come on, Ethan, I don't follow those stupid rules. I don't even
believe all the Mackeys follow that stuff. It's older than our dads, my
brothers told me. I sure don't follow it."  Jamie began to pluck again at
the imaginary thread in his cover.  "Least, I sure hope I don't."

"I think I would have to," Ethan said, after he thought for a few moments.
"On count of my dad and all."

"Oh yeah, I guess you would."  Even Jamie seemed to understand the implicit
need of the Tucker boys to be bound by the old ways.

"Yeah."  Ethan just gave a noncommittal reply, as he, too, became
interested in the imaginary loose threads on the bedcover, wondering when
it would be time to call an end to the afternoon. It didn't seem like there
was more fun to be had. In fact, he felt as though he had sincerely pushed
to far on this one go.

"So," Jamie started, sounding like he was waffling between searching and
simply inquisitive, "It's not such a real big deal, right? I mean, you
don't want to try that . . . in the butt . . . . . do you?"

Ethan picked at another of the threads.  "Yeah. Kinda. Sort of. . . . . . I
mean . . . . . . I'd like to. . . . . Maybe more than sort of."

"Oh."  He knew the kid kinda liked boys, but that was something he could
grow out of. Beside, despite the intense blow job he had given, he was just
really wanting to mess around for fun, right? Looking to get fucked -- wow,
that was heavy. Jamie was just taking it in, but unsure where to put this
information, or what to do with it.

"I was kinda hoping maybe I could get you to do it to me."  Ethan said.

Jamie looked up suddenly. He REALLY didn't know what to do with that
information, and looked a bit crestfallen when Ethan finished his thought.

"But then I saw you were way too big for me. At least right now. Definitely
not for my first. Sorry."

"No. It's cool . . . I, uh . . . yeah."  Jamie's voice was cracking in his
attempted response. His throat felt dry, and here he was, suddenly needing
to swallow a lot.

"But I still want to see what it's like."  Ethan ventured. He still wanted
Jamie to like him.  "I think I would kinda like some boy doing that to me."

"Oh, well, I guess some boys, um, do like it."

"You don't think that's real weird, or stupid, or something?"

"Uh, I don't think I would pick that as something I would like, but I guess
you think it would be fun . . . um . . . you know, that's kinda your thing
then. I guess you should do it. Just uh, don't go doing it with anybody."

"Would you want to, if you weren't so big?"

Jamie had to think about this for a second and smiled.  "Yeah, I guess I
would, because I think you're pretty cool."

Ethan had a huge smile on his face now. It wasn't because it would feel
awesome that he had said he would do Ethan, but because he thought he was
cool!! It was right then that Ethan finally believed that he was all right,
no matter what it was he wanted to do in life, or with whom he wanted to do
it.

"I wish you weren't so big. I trust you to be my first."  Ethan said.

Here it was Jamie's turn to feel complimented, although it was kind of a
weird compliment; and truly he was at a loss as exactly how to handle
it. But he muddled through.  "Uh . . . that would be really cool . . . I
would, um, treat you real . . . uh . . . good. Right. I mean. But, uh, are
you meaning you're gonna, I mean if . . . or when . . . you do it, are you
really gonna follow Mackey rules?"

"Yeah. I think I need to."

"You're gonna let somebody own your butt??"  Jamie was astounded. This
little kid seemed to be three different ages all at once.

"Yeah, I am. It's kinda scary, but in a way kinda cool. If it was somebody
real nice, it could be fun. That's why I was hoping it could be you. I
think I would really like it if you, um, kinda, owned my butt."  It was
Ethan's turn to blush as he admitted it.

But Jamie blushed even more, though he knew inside that it couldn't be
him. Besides, he wasn't sure he would want that responsibility.  "Well,
what about Jeremy? No. Never mind. I don't think it should be Jeremy, even
though it looked like he was trying stuff at the game yesterday."

That was the fourth person (the first ones being Malcolm, Kelley, and
Tolley) to point that out. Ethan realized he was going to have to be more
careful or discrete in public. Well . . . maybe.  "No, not Jeremy. Not
first, at least."

"What about Seth Mackey? You can trust him, but I don't know if he can
cum. I guess with the rules it has to be somebody that can cum?"

Ethan just nodded his head and then added, "It can't be Seth or Tolley. Not
cause they're Mackeys. It just can't be."

"So you haven't picked anybody?"

"No. I wanted to see how big you got first."  Another blush for both.  "But
I want to try it real bad. I just don't know who to let go first."

The two boys sat on Jamie's bed a few more minutes, pouring over the
possibilities, with Ethan sneaking peaks at the newly arising semi tenting
out Jamie's boxers, when they heard what sounded like a bus stop outside
Jamie's house. Jamie had an idea and jumped up to the window. Ethan joined
him, forgetting he was still nude. Fortunately none of the kids getting off
the Edgecity Baptist bus looked up to Jamie's window.






On sunny days, the Church Bus driver routinely discharged his Mackey
students here so that he could turn left down the street the Fords and
Nesbitts lived on and loop around more easily and head back out of Indian
Spring. The extra walk home never hurt a kid; it was good exercise and kept
them out of trouble that much longer. At least, that's the way Mr. Lessing
figured it.

The white bus with gay blue and yellow child-like drawings of various
religious symbols and a bold splash of red in the name expelled 9 students
today from its crush blue velvet interior. Edgecity Baptist School was a
year round school with two moderate size buses that would take some
students home, but not pick them up in the morning. Unlike their fellow
Springers, these students did not get the whole summer off, just one week
at the end of May and two weeks in July. But they also got a fall break and
a longer spring break in March and April.

Many Mackey families, especially descendants of Clarence Mackey (b. 1895),
who was in turn descended from James, Jr. (b. 1840), and as well several of
Robert's (b. 1841) descendants, all went to Edgecity Baptist Church, which
was formed 25 years ago when the Honeywell Baptist and Mason Gap Baptist
(where many of the Mackeys went) joined together and headed down the
evangelical path more. A lot of the Mason Gap Mackeys chose smaller and
less tasking congregations; some became Methodist, and many just quit
going.

But several families, especially Randall, Clarence's second son, and his
descendants found more comfort in increased spirituality and removal from
the sins and traditions of their Mackey brethren in Indian Spring, albeit
without actually leaving the Spring. After all, that was home. Several of
these families also kept their children out of public school and enrolled
them in the Edgecity Baptist private school, where they could be surrounded
by less -- heathen -- influences. But kids are kids, and many of the
Edgecity kids were no different, though in Indian Spring, at least, they
were excluded automatically from some of the more prurient traditions.

For example, Daniel, one of the boys who had gotten off the bus today, by
virtue of having just turned 13 in May, had actually ended up in the
Choosing twice, two different years. It was really more of a formality the
first time and a long shot hope the second. There were several boys who
didn't mind entertaining a fantasy where they got to bust the cherry of the
sweet, quiet innocent, religious boy (well, religious family) who never got
into trouble, never started or got into fights, was always polite -- though
without being a doormat -- and was in the average everyday throes and
development of thirteenhood. But his name came and went both times on the
Bottom list without him being any the wiser. No one was really sure if his
older brother even knew of the events.

Daniel got off the bus with his oldest sister, Judith (15yr 9 mo), his
brothers Mark (14yr 6 mo) and Luke (11yr 4 mo), and his youngest sister
Sarah (9yr 8 mo). Judith's year was the first year at the school to go
beyond 8th grade. With her class the school was slowly expanding to a 12+K
program. All five youngsters were grandchildren of Randall through his son
Holden. His other son Phil also sent his four kids (Joshua, 14y 8mo; Judge,
12yr 10mo; Ruth 10yr 7mo; and Sam 8yr 2mo) to the school, though Phil
wasn't as strict about his interest in religion. It was mainly his wife
Justine, who worked in the office at the school, who was the more
religious.

In addition to Holden's five children, Matthew (11yr 4mo) and Timothy (10yr
1mo), who were both closest to their third cousin Luke, also got off the
bus, as well as the brothers Jimmy (14yr 1mo) and Bobby (13yr 4mo). Like
the first two, Jimmy and Bobby were also fairly close as brothers, though
Jimmy usually took the lead and limited Bobby's participation in some
things. Bobby didn't complain too much, especially since Jimmy pulled him
off the chopping block when his name went down on the Bottom List last
year. (Quite literally. Bobby was already bent over the log with his
underwear and pants pulled down and several boys inspecting his virgin
hole.)

The two boys had heavy country accents and lived in Deep Mackey land, but
on the very edge of it. They were the only descendants of Robert Mackey
that attended both church and school at Edgecity.

They would usually walk with Mark up toward the front of the group
returning home, alternating between excited shouts over one another about
sports and video games, secretive whispers over a number of dirty subjects,
and in general trying to give Judith a hard time. Sometimes she would
banter with them, and sometimes just ignore them. Sarah, Ruth and Samuel
would rotate with Luke, Matthew, and Timothy as being the lagging group,
and Daniel usually was somewhere in the middle, usually on his own,
sometimes reading, sometimes staring off quietly. Sometimes Judith would
walk with him, but even then he was often in his own world.

He certainly did not share in the other boys' whispered conversations. No
one was really sure if he even entertained those thoughts much at all, or
how aware he was of the activities and/or desires of others. He was 13, and
just looking at the faint darkening of hairs on his lip, the recent growth
spurt, and the subtle deepening and cracking of his voice, you would think
he had at least discovered the joys of his erecting dick, explored or
wondered at the explosion of cum that could now be forcefully and
pleasurably discharged from his growing, dropped balls. But he certainly
didn't show it, and most definitely did not discuss it with anyone.

James, or Jimmy rather, on the other hand, was a regular hound dog, a good
old boy who made use of his country cornucopia. He hadn't yet fucked a
girl, but he had fingered two good-looking girls deep in their pussies, two
fingers in and well-explored for both of them. He even got one down to her
skivvies off and shirt open. He started at rubbing and licking her titties,
before getting down and dirty to the clean and voluptuous twat. She had his
dick out and was making him moan into their deep French kiss, but all was
interrupted when her older brother came home from college unexpectedly. The
girl had gotten spooked, and right now she wasn't talking to Jimmy. But he
was patient.

Jimmy didn't have any lack of stimulation for his dick while he waited on
the girl to open back up again. He was frequently burying it all the way
deep in Kevin Mackey's ass and had been for over a year now. It was mainly
Jimmy last year that got Kevin turned to a community bottom when Jason
wasn't looking. He had already been fucking Kevin for awhile -- 3 months on
the sly, with no one the wiser -- when he managed to get Kevin in as the
real deal and his little brother off the Choosing completely. He felt bad
about doing that to Kevin, but family was family. And besides, he did not
want his only brother giving his ass away to other boys. That would just be
disgraceful to both of them.

Despite this, he never did treat Kevin bad, not even behind his back; and
he also forbid his little brother, Bobby, from messing with Kevin's
ass. Jimmy was concerned that that would be a bit like gloating, since
Bobby got off at the expense of Kevin. But that meant Bobby was still a
virgin on both sides of below the belt. He had gotten a blow job once from
a boy, but with girls had only managed to get one finger in the pussy of a
friend's cousin. He wanted more, but he was still under Jimmy's thumb. But
it was still impressive for most 13 year olds, and Bobby was happy with
that aspect.

Jimmy also had a fairly large sexual influence on both Mark, Daniel's older
brother, and their first cousin Joshua. He had no hesitation telling both
of them of his exploits with girls and just what it felt like to have your
fingers buried in pussy and have free range of a good-looking twat. The
sexual groans of the two more sheltered 14yo boys only served to pull them
farther into the unrequited pains of adolescent puberty. And though Jimmy
never bragged or discussed his regular fuckings of Kevin's tight asshoole,
the two boys both knew of these adventures and could unfortunately easily
imagine the dick-pounding that went through that fine pair of boy buns and
just what relief it could bring.

However, neither Mark nor Joshua were adventurous enough to ask Kevin
themselves -- that would be way, way too embarrassing; and despite their
urges, they weren't quite ready to come out into the broader Mackey
community sexual foray. Still, it burned in their loins, and the cousins
had discussed the problem before. They were as of now, still unwilling to
try a community bottom as a source for relief, and were not as comfortable
hitting up girls like their distant cousin Jimmy.

But Joshua had an idea, and he suggested to Mark that the two of them could
broach the topic with his father; but it was a radical and scary thought to
go to Joshua's dad, Phil, with such a plan or request. Phil may have been
more `liberal' and just in the religion mainly to appease his wife and
brother; but he was also fairly moral and strict, and presenting their
thoughts to him could very well earn them more than a few red, blue, and
black stripes across their rear ends.

So for now, they were just satisfying themselves with talk and bluster,
taking secret delight in the conspiratorial whispers, and more than once
having to constantly readjust themselves once Jimmy started in on a story
or bemusement.

And while this continued on the day in question, Daniel continued unengaged
and seemingly unaware. He was absorbed in a book about aliens posing as
humans on Earth. Sometimes he could relate to the main character. He really
was a good looking boy, just something of a wallflower in the community,
and the religious family and the religious school didn't help any with
that.

And so naked Ethan and Jamie in his boxers, up in Jamie's bedroom window
from the third (attic) floor of the old house, watched him walk home by
himself within the larger group of kids. But they actually took notice of
him, each independently with no signal to the other. They both realized
that he could be a much more desirable boy; all it would even take was just
to notice him. Ethan was even becoming embarrassed being naked just
watching the boy; of course, he was only imagining all the fun things he
could do with the boy.

Daniel's dark brown hair was not parted or combed in any particular way,
and, even from this distance, as he walked through splotches of sunlight on
his way down the road, further into the Mackeys' lands, subtle rich
variations of deep brown colors were revealed. Ethan was slowly turning his
opinion of Daniel from a hidden good-looking, to an obscure gorgeous. He
was definitely excited -- all parts of him.

"I think I know someone that might work as your first time shooter in your
butt," Jamie said.

Ethan just smiled broadly and nodded.









5:15 pm

"Caleb," Jonathan Parker betrayed nothing in his voice as he stood in his
older son's bedroom doorway after he arrived home that afternoon.  "How was
your day, today?"

Caleb was buried in a book and laying back on his bed. If he had bothered
to look up and see his father's eyes and face, he would have answered
differently -- maybe -- or at least had a hint that all was not so well.

"My day was OK," he said flatly, but kept reading.  "Just been reading
mostly."

"You know I want you outside on nice days like today."

"Oh yeah, I went outside some, too. It was fun."

"Anybody come over?"

"No sir, nobody came over."

"Are you sure?"

OK, something in the way he had just asked that gave his son pause. Caleb
still didn't look up from his book, but he was now just staring at the
page. Unsure of how to answer this. Was his dad just fishing, or what?

Jonathan could see that Caleb's eyes were no longer roving over the pages
of the book; he was fixed on one spot, and it looked as though he were a
bit unnerved.  "Well, son, are you? Are you sure that no one came over?"

"Maybe, uh, Rich had somebody over. Maybe when I was outside, but I
didn't."

"You're positive, Caleb? You didn't have any friends over? Maybe the Vargas
boy?"

"No, dad."  Caleb blushed, but not just from lying, more so from his dad
bringing up the boy's name when both of them knew that Caleb had gotten in
trouble before for allowing Joey to fuck him. It was such an embarrassing
thing for a teenage boy to be reminded of, even indirectly. Maybe
especially indirectly.

Finally Caleb looked up, but he could only just glance at his dad's face
before he reddened further and had to look away. But he got a glimpse of
something. His dad looked angry deeper inside. A little disappointed, but
more just angry. And something else, like he knew something.

"All right," Jonathan said, though this time with a tone that suggested
that there was indeed something else he wasn't sharing.  "If you're sure."

"Why? What did Rich say?"  Caleb asked, now nervous that he was being duped
versus sold out.

"Why would Rich say anything?"

"I don't know," Caleb mumbled.  "Maybe he'd just want to get me in trouble,
or something.  Did he say something?"

Jonathan just stood there a bit longer, giving his son an unreturned hard
stare for almost a whole minute before they heard Rich, and possibly
another kid, coming in through the front door.  "I haven't spoken to Rich,
yet. I don't know why he would suddenly start trying to get you in trouble,
Caleb, especially since the two of you would share the punishment. But
let's see what your brother has to say."

There was definitely another kid with him; they could hear the two talking
on their way into the kitchen to get some water.

"Rich!!"  Jonathan called out, "Come here, son; I want to ask you
something."

Rich showed up a moment later by himself.

"Who's with you?"  His dad asked him.

"Miguel. Uh, De La Cruz. We just came in for some water and to use the
bathroom. He's in there now."

"That's fine. Rich, did anyone come over to the house today?"

"Well, I've been outside playing all day. Over out behind the Hudson's
house mostly."

"But do you know if anyone came over?"

"I didn't invite anybody."

"What's that supposed to mean, exactly?"  Jonathan quizzed his son,
wondering how deliberately the words had been chosen.

"I mean . . . "  Jonathan was now staring at Rich, trying to see how
truthful his son was being. Rich meanwhile had glanced over at Caleb who
was subtly shaking his head no. There was a very brief moment when a flash
of anger was visible on Rich's face, but then he was all innocent and just
shrugged, "I mean that I never saw anybody here."

Jonathan hesitated a moment, and then said.  "OK. I guess that's all I
needed to hear. Oh by the way, you boys lose a cap? I found it in the
living room."

Jonathan handed the hat over to Rich and went back to his own bedroom. The
hat had a name under the bill. Rich was angry. He threw it at Caleb and
left back outside with Miguel.

Caleb turned the hat over and read the name.

Shit.

It said `Joey Vargas' under the brim.