Date: Mon, 8 Feb 2010 13:18:04 +0000 (GMT)
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Ch. 23d

Kids of Indian Spring
By Jonas Henley


Chapter 23d



Tuesday, 20 June 1995
8:30 pm


At the end of 'Lion King', Kelley took Ashton upstairs to bed while Ethan
rewound the tape.

"And Ethan, the buzzer went off. Get the whites out and dump them on the
couch."

The boys made quick work of folding the laundry when Kelley came downstairs
and put everything back in the basket to be distributed in the morning.

"Hey, these are your new underpants, right Kelley?  You're gonna wear them
this weekend?"  Ethan asked, pulling a pair back out of the basket and
holding them up, giving them a good appraisal.

"Yeah, Ethan. Just put them back and put in the next movie."  Kelley said,
setting the basket on the floor.

Ethan had picked out the second movie, Interview With a Vampire, thinking
it was going to be more of a horror movie than a chick flick. But even
before he started the video, he wanted a different kind of entertainment.
He was still high off his adventures with Tolley that morning and Jamie in
the afternoon, and he wanted to have a bit more fun with some more older
boys.

"I wanna see how they look," Ethan said, referring to Kelley's new BVD's.
"Come on, I heard you guys already tried them on, let me see!"

"No you pervert. Just start the movie."

Malcolm was laughing. This was too wild.

"Please Kelley . . . . "  Ethan pleaded.

Kelley looked over at Malcolm who just shrugged his OK. He was taking
Mr. Tucker's advice and rolling with it. He no longer cared about
appropriate or inappropriate or anything, just so long as he continued to
be included. He was still on that high and didn't want to come down.

"OK, fine!"  Kelley said, exasperated and giving in.  "But no touching, and
you gotta shut up and watch the movie."

Ethan made a serious cross-my-heart motion and watched as both older boys
pushed down their boxers. Their plain white T's only came down to just
where their pubic hair started, so Ethan got a really nice look at the two
boys, with their dangling ballsacks and soft penises. He continued to watch
as both walked over to the basket and picked out their briefs - Kelley by
far had the nicest ass, but Malcolm was surprisingly no slouch in the
boyish looks, especially now that he smiled more. Ethan clearly enjoyed
seeing Malcolm's dick start to lift before he could get the briefs all the
way up.

"Satisfied?"  Kelley asked, once both boys were dressed in their
well-fitting BVD's.

But Ethan smiled cheekily and shook his head, motioning instead for the
boys to spin around.

"I swear you are so depraved."

They did as he asked, Malcolm smiling at the weirdness of it, but enjoying
the familial fun of it. Ethan just squeezed his own dick at the sight,
stored a permanent memory and said thanks.

"Now will you start the movie, before I send you to bed, and you know I
can."

The boys watched the movie, soon disappointed that it wasn't more like
Dracula from a few years prior. They all thought the leading actors were
dull and boring and that the movie itself seemed more for girls. About
halfway through, the movie wasn't interesting enough to keep even Ethan
engaged and he laid his head down in Malcolm's lap.

Malcolm was startled, as this was Kelley's brother and he was only wearing
underwear and a T-shirt, and the way Ethan had laid his head, his lips were
right at the base of his cock and the tip of his nose rested along the root
as it came out. Surely the 10 year old kid would feel him getting
hard. Malcolm looked a bit panicked and glanced over at Kelley seated in
the easy chair next to the sofa.

Kelley just rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, signaling to
Malcolm that it was just Ethan, and it was cool. Whatever.

So Malcolm relaxed a bit, which only caused his dick to get harder, raising
the fabric of his briefs right before the boy's eyes. Malcolm still was
unsure what to do with his hands, but felt he had been given something of
an OK by Kelley; so he rested one hand in the messed-up dirty blond hair of
the boy and the other around the naked chest and belly.

Ethan was in his boxers, and his erect dick was poking out of his fly. He
grabbed Malcolm's hand from off his belly and placed it on his butt,
turning slightly more on his front to give the older boy greater access.

If it was possible to get any harder, Malcolm did. He was scared at first,
but slowly began feeling up Ethan's bottom through the smaller boy's
boxers. It was the first time he had felt up anybody's bottom, much less a
boy's bottom, and he decided rather quickly that it was one of the funnest
and sexiest things he had ever done. Of course he was lucky to have Ethan
as his first. The boy's rear end was only bested for perfection by Duncan
and Kelley, in that order.

After a short while of this, Ethan reached and moved the exploring hand up
to the small of his back and then back down so that the fingers just dipped
below the waist band. Malcolm got the hint and slid his hand under of its
own accord, breathing in deep as he sampled for the first time the warm
smooth skin of young naked boy ass. Ethan even spread his legs to give him
greater access, and the extra heat of the now divided crack tempted him
onward.

Ethan had gotten a shower in his parents' bathroom shortly after coming
back from the video store with his dad, so he was clean all over. And
Malcolm let his fingers venture into the most forbidden of areas until he
felt the tips stroke along the anal muscle. He could feel the dimpling in
and the springy, smoother difference at the muscle border itself. He could
have sworn he felt a sudden small opening and closing of the hole at the
same time that Ethan let out a sigh.

Malcolm pulled his hand out and smelled his fingertips. They didn't smell
like shit, like he thought they would, but smelled of something else,
something muskier and more compelling. He slid his hand back in and
curiosity drove him to explore more, now tugging lightly at the anal
muscle, dipping in at the small hole that opened, not enough to enter, but
enough to feel he could.

He brought his hand back out and smelled them again. Once more the muskier
smell, with something else that could be more distasteful lingering
underneath. He couldn't tell, and it still really didn't smell that
bad. All the same, his exploration of the boy's outer hole was done, and
the next time he went in he just felt of the ass itself, eventually just
squeezing one cheek and resting his hand there. The whole play and feel
time had relaxed Ethan completely and he fell straight to sleep.

At the end of the movie, Kelley got up and turned the TV off. When he
turned to the other two boys, Malcolm realized guiltily that he still had
his had down Kelley's little brother's underwear, holding one cheek with
his fingers resting comfortably in the hot crack.

"Sorry," he mumbled to Kelley as he pulled his hand out and tried slide
himself out from under the boy.

"Nahh. I should be saying 'sorry' to you for letting Ethan sic himself on
you. Anyways, my dad told you it would be OK if Ethan wanted to play
some. And it looks like he enjoyed it. I trust you around him, Malcolm."
Kelley smiled but pointed at the Malcolm's crotch.  "You're still pretty
hard after all that time, though, and your underwear's all wet in front."

"Oh . . . yeah . . . he kinda slobbered on me when he fell asleep. And, uh,
I kinda leaked a lot."

"Well you can take 'em off to dry overnight."

"Yeah, I can just put the boxers back on."

"You don't have to put anything back on."

Malcolm gulped. That meant . . . . sleeping naked.

"Where, um . . . . where am I sleeping?"

"With me. In my bed. Unless you don't feel comfortable. I can sleep
somewhere else."

"No! . . . I mean . . . . . you don't , uh . . . . have to do that. I'm
. . . uh . . . . I'm cool with that."

OK, he had been hanging heavy with just a semi the last half-hour, but now
he went straight back to raging hardon. Sleeping naked . . . . in bed
. . . . WITH Kelley Tucker.

"Are you, um . . . . also . . . . you know."

Kelley shrugged his shoulders.  "Sure, if you want."

"Well, I don't, you know . . . . . wanna be the only one. Be weird."





Kelley got Ethan awake enough to weave his way upstairs and into bed,
falling asleep as soon as he pulled his blanket up over him.

Kelley and Malcolm meanwhile were both very much awake and suddenly quite
nervous and unsure of what to say to each other. They both crawled into
Kelley's bed and sat up side by side, knees up and covers only above their
ankles. They had both gone to bed bottomless, with only a T-shirt for
decency. They sat there uncertain of what the next step should be and who
should take it.

Eventually Kelley took a deep breath and pulled his T-shirt off. Malcolm
looked at the boy as he dropped his shirt over the side and just raised his
eyebrows, as if to say - OK, there's that. Instead of reciprocating,
Malcolm took advantage of the opportunity to examine close up another boy's
upper body. When he reached over, Kelley dropped his arms and lowered his
knees, giving the boy a full access. Malcolm ran his hand over the taut
belly, feeling the developing 'tween muscles underneath, He dipped his
finger into Kelley's belly button and twirled the edges and wiggled within
the center.

Kelley laughed and sucked his stomach.  "Hey! That tickles!"

"Sorry!"  Malcolm said with a shy and embarrassed smile, but went back all
the same to the admiration and physical discovery of Kelley's naked 12 year
old body. He found himself looking at the vision of perfection for a boy
specimen at that age, and a body relaxed and totally open for him to
explore. He rested his hand this time on the taut, slim belly. He could
feel the muscles underneath, though they didn't tighten. It was as if the
warm boy beneath his palm found this the most natural and acceptable thing
in the world.

However, one thing did betray Kelley's feelings. His penis had been soft
but full when he took off his T-shirt, but now as he felt the other boys
hand slowly move up and over his stomach, he began to plump up and felt the
slow rise of his young penis. All the anticipatory feelings of play that
come with it also spread out from his crotch through the rest of his body.

Then Malcolm dipped his hand down lower and ran his fingertips through the
soft, honey-brown hairs that formed a small and beginning patch at the base
and watched as Kelley's dick filled even faster and started bobbing into an
erection right there before his eyes. He watched, as well, as the loose
scrotal sac pulled up into a hairless but crinkled globe under the base of
the lengthening dick. Kelley's nuts were just beginning to turn a very
slightly darker brown that the surrounding skin, and Malcolm felt the urge
to reach down and cup them.

He had no idea why he said it, but it just spilled out.  "You've got the
coolest balls. They feel real nice."

Malcolm could hear the change in breath of the other boy and looked to see
Kelley nodding. Malcolm gave an experimental light squeeze and a gentle tug
downward and watched as Kelley's breathing shifted again and felt the
subtle jump in his muscles. Kelley's eyes rolled slightly backward as a
soft moan escaped.

"Wow," Malcolm said, "You like getting' your nuts tugged some, don'cha?"


"Yeah," Kelley admitted with a squeek of anticipation of what could come
next, or cum next.  "especially when I'm getting f- ...."

Kelley caught himself with fear in his heart. He felt so relaxed and
natural at that moment, he couldn't believe he almost said 'fucked'. His
fear was two-fold, one that he had almost blurted out the shameful secret
to Malcolm of all people, and two that he had basically almost admitted
that he had even liked part of it. Casey had only tugged his nuts briefly
when fucking his ass the day before, but even still, Kelley could close his
eyes at any point and remember how great it felt. That is, right before he
flushed with total embarrassment and shame.

But right now he was fortunately able to recover and quickly amended what
he was going to say: ". . . jacked. Especially when I'm jacked."

"Somebody else has done that?"

"Um, yeah. But mostly it's just me."

Malcolm nodded, not pursuing Kelley's sexual past any further and gave
another gentle tug, eliciting another moan. He looked up as he did this and
saw that Kelley's small brown nipples had erect tips, looking much harder
than natural. Malcolm had seen a couple of older girls once, braless and on
a cold day, whose nipples hardened up and threatened to poke a hole in
their shirts, and he had wondered what they would feel like to be felt and
stroked.

He took advantage of the opportunity and reached out and felt of
Kelley's. He marveled at their rough hardness, at the roundness of the
surrounding brown areola, and the surprising spring to the flesh as he
pulled across the nub. As soon as his hand ran over the erect nipples,
Kelley let out a gasp and then a sigh that turned to a moan. He was
actually leaking from his dick now.

When was the last time he had gotten off?

And he had never been explored like this, not even that one time by Nathan.

Malcolm varied his caress from rough to smooth, both to see the differences
in the feel of the tits and to watch how Kelley reacted, as he was unable
to hide the painful pleasure that it caused.

"Can I just call you Kelley?"  Malcolm asked, seemingly out of the blue. He
was about to call him Tucker, like all the other boys, but part of him just
wanted to know him only as Kelley.

Kelley nodded, not giving much thought to where this question came from, as
all he desperately wanted to do right now was reach down and grab his
incredibly hard cock and jerk himself into orgasmic oblivion. He looked
briefly at Malcolm, who was enjoying himself as well, and thought about
asking for a blow job. He really, really wanted one right now, and finally
understood why other boys were so willing to let him debase himself in
giving one.

But he knew he couldn't ask Malcolm for that. He silently resolved, though,
to let Nathan have his way the next time he tried it - although even then
he knew that once he blew this load that he would change his mind on
that. At least this weekend, at the White Party, he was definitely going to
see what it was like to get pleasured.

Meanwhile, Malcolm continued playing with his nipples, which were becoming
sore with an overwhelming need to have the whole experience completed.

"Kelley, your tits are REALLY hard."  Malcolm noted out loud.

"So's my dick!"  Kelley said. It was surprisingly uncharacteristic of him,
but both boys looked down at the young straining 4 inches, 4 inches that
looked for all the world like they were trying to become 8 inches, leaking
copious precum through the great exertion.

Malcolm's hand drifted downward, stopping briefly to swirl his finger
through the beautiful boy's innie, luxuriating across the taut stomach
muscles that gave the barest ripple as his hand went down over the warmth
of them, down even lower where the lines of his abdomen came down into a
very subtle, yet enticing, V, the same V that had drawn the glances of many
boys, girls, men and women whenever Kelley had been out shirtless. But
Malcolm continued onward until his hand came in contact with the sensitive
straining erection.

Malcolm grasped it firmly, amazed at the steely hardness of it with the
overlying warm flesh feel, and gave it one slow jerk downward, bringing out
an agonizing groan from Kelley that stated he was ever so close to a
gigantuan orgasm. Then he released it and moved his hand lower to the
compact, yet full, scrotum drawn up under the base of the boy's
hyperexcited dick.

Malcolm decided then and there that, gay or not, he loved the feel of
Kelley's full nuts cupped in his hand. He grasped the whole package and
then released them, running the palm around the textured boysack, before
grasping them again fully and giving a gentle tug downward.

This action pulled out the longest and most sensuous groan yet out of
Kelley, who writhed beneath the surprisingly pleasurable and tantalizing
pull on his balls. Kelley reached both hands down to grab his dick and
finish himself off, hoping that Malcolm would continue to squeeze gently
and keep the downward pressure on his tighten scrotal attachment to the
base of the eager erection.

But Malcolm batted his hands away, content to pleasantly torture the boy
beneath his control a bit longer. For Malcolm, this was the best ever. He
had both control and friendship. He could torture and please. The other boy
was both his hero and at his mercy. Malcolm almost shot his own wad at this
moment.

"Man, you really like getting' your nuts pulled?"

Kelley tried to say yes and to nod at the same time, but neither attempt
was very successful; still he couldn't help himself but beg for Malcolm to
finish him off.

Malcolm smiled, happy for both the control and the honor, as it were, in
bringing Kelley to exquisite relief, and he took his free right hand and
grasped the hard four inches. He squeezed and ran his hand up and down a
half inch or so, using the preseminal fluid at the tip to noisily squish
the dickhead and swirl it with his thumb.

It wasn't long at all before Kelley's body language let Malcolm know a cum
was imminent; but at Kelley's last agonizing cry, both were shocked to see
a forced initial ejection shoot more than five feet up in the air, almost
hitting the ceiling, and the second intense shot went almost 2/3 as
high. Kelley's body itself was arching up, trying to come off the bed with
his own cum.

When it was all over, Kelley lay spent and useless, barely enough energy to
push Malcolm's hand off his depleted and sensitive cock. The last few
rounds of Malcolm's thumb over the dickhead having sent uncontrolled spasms
through the boy.

"Wow!"  Malcolm exclaimed.  "Did you see how high you shot?? And you were
so loud, too. I bet your parents even heard that."

"Maybe," Kelley said breathlessly, trying to swim back up to the level of
full consciousness. His chest was covered in his own cum, and Malcolm was
even quizzically regarding the remnant mixture of cum and precum on his own
hand.  "But I don't care. That was . . . . . amazing . . . . . I mean
. . . . really amazing, Malcolm! Thanks!!"

Malcolm just shrugged his shoulders. He had enjoyed it, and he was hard as
rock himself, primed to go off any second, but he just wasn't quite sure
how he should feel about this. It seemed pretty gay, except that he knew
Kelley wasn't gay. He was pretty sure of that since the boy had no problem
with other guys being gay. And it was enjoyable . . . . . but how should he
really feel about it?

Malcolm crawled over Kelley to get out of bed and go wash his hand off. He
winced as his own tender hard dick scraped against Kelley's beautiful and
soft naked body. He didn't want to shoot all over the boy right now. That
really would be too much.

Kelley was still trying to recover as he watched the slightly older boy
head into the bathroom. The boy had a nice ass, and he was generally better
looking once you gave him a second look, but what Kelley noticed was that
he sure looked too skinny.  It wasn't an ugly or breakable skinny, but it
didn't seem to match the relish he had shown at dinner. Kelley resolved
that the boy needed to come over and have dinner more often. Malcolm seemed
to be in need of more than just friendship.

Kelley got up himself to go clean off. While he was doing so, Malcolm was
watching the supple boy-cheeks slowly dance with the movements he was
making scrubbing his chest at the sink with a washcloth.

"Hey Kelley," Malcolm started uncertainly.  "You don't think it's, um,
weird . . .  that I had fun doing that?"

"Malcolm," Kelley laughed and put stress on the word 'I', "I had fun doing
that! I don't know if it's weird. Maybe it is, but I had fun. And my dad
thinks it's ok when two friends just mess around for fun. And that's what
we are, right? Two friends?"

Malcolm beamed. Yes, they were. For all the world, he knew it was true
now. He really and truly did have a friend.  "Yeah. I liked ot. I like, you
know, messing around with you. It's fun. And I don't . . . . . well
. . . . I don't really think it's queer or nothing, so I guess I was hoping
you didn't think that about me."

"I don't. It wouldn't matter to me if you were though; except, if you were,
I probably wouldn't mess around with you. Just because I wouldn't want to
confuse you or our friendship. But I know I'm not, and I'm pretty sure you
aren't. I know there's a lot more to being gay than even two guys just
fooling around, or even having sex. I can't explain it really, but I just
know it's not there. Does that make sense?"

"I don't know."  Malcolm looked unsure, but it was comforting to hear at
least. And it meant that maybe they could do it again.  "But it sounds
good."

Malcolm was still randy and ready to go, that much was obvious as he made
abortive attempts to tug at his own nuts and dick while the two boys were
talking in the bathroom.

"Hey Malcolm, don't jerk off yet. I want to try something in a bit."

Malcolm pulled his hand away and smiled.  "What?"

Kelley could swear he saw an even further rise in the reddish-brown hair
boy's own 4.5 inches.  "Uh, well, you know how I owe you two more blow
jobs?"

Malcolm's smile faded.  "No, you don't. I don't want you to."

"You don't want me to, you know, suck you?"

"Its not that," the boy answered uncomfortably, "I just don't want you to
owe me. So you don't. Please?"

"Great!"  Kelley said, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, "I'm glad I
don't owe you anymore, because, honestly, I really don't want to."

Malcolm nodded his understanding, and his dick drooped a bit.

"That is," Kelley went on to explain, "I don't want to OWE you a blow job,
but . . . . uh . . . . if you don't mind, I'm still going to give you
one. Well, at least one, and honestly maybe more than one. Uh, or maybe
just one."

"Really?"  Malcolm wasn't sure whether to feel elated or confused.  "Why??
I mean . . . . I . . . . really like it, but . . . . why would you?"

"Well, I know it's gonna sound weird, and probably really is weird, but I
guess, you know, it hasn't killed me, or anything, so who cares if it is
weird, but the first time I ever did that to someone was because I made a
deal to get something, and that's what they wanted as payment. It was to
get a job actually, and I still owe them a couple more."

Kelley left out the fact that he still owed double the fucks as well as
double the blow jobs - 2 each for Carlos and Ruben - if he ever went back
for the job. He just let Malcolm think it was for blow jobs the first time
and once if he went back..

"Are you gonna go back for the job?"  Malcolm asked. His dick had begun
rising again.

"Yeah. I need the job. So I'm gonna go back tomorrow."

Malcolm almost asked if he could come and watch, but caught himself as he
realized that that would truly be too weird.

"Do you really have to?"

"Yeah. I do. I'm gonna need the money. How could I ever ask out Selene
Patros, or any other girl, if I don't have the money to ever do anything?"

Malcolm nodded his understanding, realizing deep within that he was still
going to be alone again when they got to middle school. Kelley would still
have other friends and soon girlfriends, and Malcolm would have neither the
social clout or funds to ever get a girl. But he was distracted from this
by the next part of Kelley's tale.

"And that wasn't the only time, either."  He never thought he could talk so
casually and open about something that shamed him so deeply - and with
Malcolm, no less. Still, there was something within Kelley that let him
understand that the more he opened up and trusted Malcolm, the more he
could lead the boy out of his personal darkness. So he opened up and even
went on to tell Malcolm about Ethan's photo compromise, trusting his
instinct that Malcolm could himself be trusted with this information.

"I hope you beat the shit out of that kid," Malcolm said, surprising
himself that he so quickly took the side of Kelley's little brother against
Tripp.

"Well, not so much. Kinda sort of."

"What did you do about the pictures?"

"I made a deal with two older boys. If they would get all the pictures and
any scans he had, I would, uh, you know."

"You gave them blow jobs?"

"Yeah, both of them. Until I learned how to give a good one."

"How long did that take?" Malcolm asked, amazed that this boy he had always
thought was so stuff (and who he knew really was) had been doing all this.

"Not too long. I guess maybe I learned quick, got good faster than I
thought I would. Or maybe they just never had much before and just thought
they were good blow jobs."

Kelley became embarrassed as he thought out the implications of this
confession to both himself and Malcolm.

"I don't know Kelley, you are pretty good," Malcolm admitted in a kind of a
daze.

"Um, thanks."  What was he supposed to do with that comment? And did it
come under the heading of compliment?

"So was that boy from Coolspring, the one you brought to the basketball
game, was he one of - "

"Yeah."  Kelley said quickly, now regretting somewhat that he had gone into
this much detail and wishing to move on.

"How many times did you-"

"I don't know Malcolm! Enough times, I guess. I don't really want to talk
about it THAT much."

"Sorry." Maclom quickly said and looked at his feet, uncertain of where to
go from there.  "Uh, so . . .  why did you do that to me . . . can I ask?"

Kelley wiped absently at some more cum on his chest, cum which was no
longer there. He wasn't sure how to completely answer this. Both boys were
still naked, and Kelley looked down at his now clean and deflated penis,
hanging 2 1/2 inches limp against his dropping ballsack. He ran a hand
absently through the small nest of honey brown curls at the very base of
that dick and said:

"I don't know, Malcolm. I certainly, to be honest, never - ever - thought I
would be doing that. But then I realized you were worth a lot more than
anybody ever showed you, and maybe you of all people needed to see that you
deserved to be treated fair."

Malcolm didn't know if that meant Kelley just felt sorry for him, or if he
really was worth more than he gave himself credit.

"And then," Kelley said, "I saw how much it affected you, and I thought
. . . . well, I guess I figured it was worth whatever might happen to me to
try and draw you out some more. Get you to try to let people like you. So I
made that deal with you, about giving you the three blow jobs."

"But why me? Why would ever want to do that to me?"

"Malcolm, you're totally worth it. If I had to give you ten blow jobs you
would be worth every one. I can see that. I couldn't for awhile because I
was being as dumb as a lot of people around here."

"Well, I guess I wasn't really nice to anybody," Malcolm admitted, and it
felt like a relief in his soul to bring that out, "but I'm not worth
anybody really doing that because they didn't really have to."

Kelley just shook his head.  "Maybe later you'll see. I don't regret that
at all. It's probably the only thing this past week that I don't regret at
all. Don't get me wrong, Malcolm, I don't really WANT to do it. And I'm
really glad I don't HAVE to finish giving you the other two. I didn't like
it . . . you know . . . well . . . . so much. It feels kinda shameful;
well, maybe more than that. And swallowing some guy's sperm and stuff, man
that's disgusting."

Kelley made a face and Malcolm laughed, relaxing a bit more, though his
dick still hung about half-hard and once again began to rise as Malcolm
thought about something that Kelley said, something that didn't jive with
his last statements.

"Uh, Kelley, you said, um, earlier that you . . . . . uh, never
mind. Sorry. Just . . . .stupid. Sorry, never mind."

Kelley blushed now and looked down.  "Nahh. You heard me right. I can't
really explain it, Malcolm, and this . . . . uh . . . .  ahhh geez. This
sounds really weird, I know; and I don't blame you if you wanted to leave,
but I, uh, well I . . . .uh, I . . .. kinda . . . . .want to know what it's
like . . . . you know . . . . if a guy 'wanted' to do it."

"I don't wanna leave."  Malcolm really didn't want to leave. With or
without the sex, he would never WANT to leave this house.  "But how can you
know what it's like if you really don't want to do it?"

"Well, I'm kinda just sorta curious about it. So I think when it's time to
do it, to . . . . you know . . . . suck your dick and . . . you know. Then
I think I can want to do it. I'm just wondering what it would feel
like. Kinda curious why some guys would want to. And, truth is, uh, well,
uh, you don't . . . . taste so bad."

Malcolm was stunned. He wasn't sure how much sense it made, and he wasn't
sure if there was a possibility it made sense only because he wanted it to
make sense.

"Besides," Kelley continued.  "I can trust you."

"You can?"  Malcolm was dumfounded. He would be happier when the confusion
wore off, but for right now he was just a bit shocked by this confession.

"Yeah. Of course I can," Kelley said, as though there had never been any
enmity between them.  "and I don't think it would ruin our friendship cause
it kinda started off with me giving you a blow job.  Right?"

Kelley blush as he admitted this fact out loud, but Malcolm nodded his head
in dazed assent.

"OK," Malcolm started.  "So, um, you want to do it, like, now?"

Kelley actually laughed at this. It felt good, too, to be able to laugh
after admitting all of this.

"No. I don't think I could 'want' to do it now. I think I have to be able
to get hard. You know, feel kind of . . . into playing around."

If he had been a little older, he would have said 'sex' instead of 'playing
around'. But even Kelley wasn't mature enough yet to realize that what he
was curious about was sex, not just fooling around. Still, to his manner of
thinking, the fact that he was willing to do this on a male had no real
bearing on his actual sexual orientation, just his sexuality itself.

But for Malcolm, that was all semantics. If Kelley wanted to experiment,
then Malcolm was all for it, both to support his new, best, and only
friend, and to get his dick sucked. It was, without a doubt, the best
feeling he had experienced on earth.

"So, when do you think you may want to try it?"  Malcolm asked as both boys
headed back to bed.

"Maybe in the morning?"  Kelley answered.  "If you can get me hard, I'll do
it."






Despite the shyness of both boys when crawling back into bed - Kelley with
that post sexual-release uncertainty and Malcolm with the
only-hard-boy-in-the-room erectile nervousness - they stayed nude and
quickly fell asleep, each staying on his own side of the bed.

At some point in the middle of the night, Kelley woke with a start. Malcolm
was snuggled almost right behind him. For Malcolm it was just the sense of
safety and comfort he had long forgotten in getting to sleep with someone
else, especially someone that his deeper subconscious placed into the role
of protector. He had curled up against the warm boy-hero/friend just
automatically in his sleep, somewhere inside understanding that the
position was a comfortable and secure one.

But that wasn't the only part of Malcolm's deeper psyche at work. His
sexual need for release had not been met prior to going to sleep, and his
libido was at work even now, trying to figure out what to do with the boy's
hard, leaking cock.

It was the solution that had awoken Kelley. Unintended as it may have been,
Kelley awoke to the feeling of being stuffed between his cheeks, and a
familiar and scary sensation of a slick, dull, bulbous swipe over his
sensitive anal opening, followed by a pressure in the well of his anus that
was centered on what was, by this point, a flexing muscle, tight but wiling
to part with just the intention of pressure.

Kelley would have normally pulled away immediately, but the startle of what
was at his backdoor, and his momentary wonder if Malcolm was awake or not,
kept him frozen in place. He was fairly certain that Malcolm was still
asleep, but just at that moment, the other boy, who definitely was sleeping
and dreaming well, moved closer.

Malcolm's arm encircled Kelley's chest and his hands ran across and
absently rubbed the boy's right nipple into stiffness. Kelley had a sharp
intake of breath at the sudden wonderful feeling and was distracted by the
rest of Malcolm's movement. The slightly bigger boy pulled Kelley into a
comfortable hug, like a little boy with his teddy bear, nestling his nose
in the back of the soft, curlish brown hair and snuggled against him,
effectively bringing his penis forward, pressing more against Kelley's
tight but pliant luscious hole. The copious leaking pre-cum of the boy had
lubricated Kelley's entire back end such that it was the simplest thing as
it slipped in.

Kelley was caught by surprise as he barely registered the increased
pressure against his hole, so distracted he was by the warm boy's hand
playing his nipple, but he awoke from this deceptive euphoria as he felt
his anal muscle so willingly expand and let the head of Malcolm's dick just
flow inside.

Kelley pulled forward before any of the shaft could follow and abruptly
called out Malcolm's name.

Malcolm awoke with a start, realizing only that he had been pulled sharply
out of a vague but completely astonishing dream. He just as suddenly became
cognizant simultaneously of how he was holding Kelley and the incredible
warm and massaging slick feeling that was squeezing down on his dick
head. It took a couple of awkward quick split seconds before the horror of
what he was doing and what he was caught doing (and to whom he was doing
it) could translate itself to his dick, which had been on auto-pilot and
was just trying to sink more deeply into this mysterious source of tight
comfort and pleasure.

Malcolm did pull back, however, and recoiled in shame and some fear.

"Sorry, Kelley," he mumbled, "I'm so sorry. I didn't know! I was asleep. I
. . . . I . . . "

Malcolm looked down at his still leaking and still impossibly hard dick,
just sticking straight up and wavering free like it had done nothing
wrong. To the contrary, it was still ready to go. Malcolm's fearful mind
slowly put together one and one and realized just where his dick had been.

He was shocked.

And amazed.

Could it be true? Had he really pushed his dick up Kelley Tucker's most
private and virginal space? Had his dick really slid into another boy's
bottom hole? He had heard rumours, of course, of what the Mackey clan got
up to with some of the boys turning his age, but he had always been too
disgusted to ask and no one ever really explained it in front of him when
he had been in Mackey lands.

But this was amazing. It had felt really and truly incredible.

And he wanted to do it again.

Malcolm was so focused on staring at that glistening dickhead and thinking
about where it just been, how it had traveled there, and how surprisingly
wonderful it had felt, that he had half tuned out Kelley's embarrassed
reassurances of it being all right, no harm done, etc.

That rounded, slightly reddened helmet of his 12 year old pride and joy had
just pushed its way through the hole of another boy and had proceeded to
lead the way into the soft but gripping, warm rectum.

"Malcolm!"

"Huh? What?"

Kelley sighed.  "Look, honestly, don't worry about it. You didn't mean
anything. But I said do you want some?"

Malcolm's eyes flew up in amazement.

"Want some?"  Hell, yeah, he wanted some. His dick was so hard and his
thoughts so scattered he might have almost risked this new found friendship
to get more of that feeling once again. Even just once. But the new Malcolm
who had been so happy over the last (what time in the middle of the night
was it anyway?) 12 hours or so began to re-exert control. The friendship
was way more valuable than any feeling, no matter how close to heaven it
was.

"Uh, no, that's ok."  Malcolm answered meekly, and somewhat
disappointed. He couldn't hide that. But then it occurred to him that he
had not been listening, and really had no idea what Kelley was talking
about.  "I'm sorry, Kelley, but, uh, what . . . .um . . . .what are we
talking about?"

"Pie !"  Kelley almost laughed.  "I said do you want to go down and get
some chocolate pie?"

"Oh! . . ..  Ooohh . . . . . Yeah!"  It was then an embarrassed Malcolm
realized that Kelley had already put on a pair of boxers.  "Chocolate pie!
Yes! Yes, I definitely want some more of that! Your mom's amazing!"

"Yeah," Kelley conceded, "She is. But, uh, you might want to just, um, you
know, rinse that off. Considering where it's been."

Both boys reddened at the referral to the embarrassing event. But Malcolm
agreed and headed into the bathroom to wash off the end of his dick in the
sink, though it took every once of strength he had not to cum when he was
doing it. He really needed to, though. But he couldn't do it so close in
time to what he had almost done. He wasn't sure what that would do to his
psyche - or friendship.

Malcolm went and found the pair of Kelley's boxers that he had earlier
discarded and pulled them on, but just the action of it was enough to
almost set him off. There was no slack in the boxers either, thanks to his
erection pushing out the fabric.

When Kelley rounded the corner back into his bedroom with a sleepy Ethan in
tow, he burst out laughing. What he saw woke Ethan up the rest of the way
as well.

"Oh, awesome!!"  Ethan exclaimed.

Malcolm blushed with the boy's exclamation and was self-consciously trying
not to cover up and draw attention to it even more.

"I cant help it," he said, "I've never been this hard!!"

Ethan seemed giddy as a schoolboy and whispered something excitedly to his
older brother. All Malcolm caught was " . . . come on, Kelley, can I
please?"

"No! Ethan!"  Kelley shrugged off his little brother, sounding a bit
exasperated.

"You're no fun," Ethan said and put on a fake pout.

All three boys headed quietly downstairs, more so as to not wake Ashton
than their parents. Hal and Sylvie rarely got woken by the boys at night,
and if they did were just as likely to simply go back to sleep.

The whole way down though, Malcolm was walking gingerly. He had never been
so on edge with a need to cum. It was embarrassing, being like this in the
Tucker's house. It didn't help that the whole way downstairs he was
watching Kelley's back end and observing how the globes of his butt moved,
accentuating their independence with each step and reminding him that the
luscious curves hid a secret treasure within.

It also didn't help that Ethan kept pulling Crazy Ivans all the way down
the stairs, trying to get yet one more peek at the cloth bound erection but
serving only to cause Kelley to bump into him and fuss at him more. By the
time they got to the kitchen, Ethan wasn't happy with Kelley, and Kelley
was shaking his head over the hormonal nagging insistence of Ethan's new
found interest.

Through another hushed consultation off to the side, Kelley found out that
Ethan had already blown Jeremy Cantrell several times (no big surprise
there) and had sampled and swallowed his cum (a mild surprise that the boy
could make some, though Ethan admitted that it was mostly watery with a bit
of slime to it. It wasn't bad, though - sweet even.), as well as Tolley
that morning (mild surprise there - Kelley was even interested in what
Tolley could maybe shoot compared to his own, but he certainly wasn't going
to ask Ethan).

Kelley also learned that just that afternoon, Ethan had sucked on Jamie
Benson's bigger dick and swallowed a real load of young adolescent semen,
millions of more sperm than Jeremy could give him right now, more than
Tolley, as well.

The poor boy just wanted to try someone in between the other boys, so he
could have a good basis of comparison. Plus, he had decided that he REALLY
liked his mouth on Jeremy Cantrell's growing dick (on a regular basis,
actually) and was overly excited with the possibility of seeing and maybe
tasting another. He couldn't see why Kelley was being like this.

Ethan was horny.

Kelley was blown away by his little brother's rush into sex.

Malcolm just needed relief.

"I said 'no!' Ethan, now don't ask me again," Kelley said, perhaps a bit
too loudly, as he walked back into the kitchen where Malcolm was waiting,
perched delicately on one of the barstool chairs.  "You're doing it too
much anyway, but I definitely told you not with my friends. Period."

Ethan knew he had reached his limit of how much he could push Kelley, and
he knew better than to try and pout at this point; Kelley was not above
spanking his brother, and it wouldn't even occur to Ethan to tell his dad
if Kelley did. So Ethan tried to go back to being thankful that Kelley woke
him up to share pie with the two older boys. He deided to try and have fun
with what he had.

But he really did want to see and taste Malcolm's dick. He couldn't explain
why, but something got turned on that afternoon, and he still felt charged
up. He couldn't help but look forlornly at the obvious bulge, the head
marked not only by the stretch of Kelley's boxers on Malcolm's helmet, but
also by the smear of precum that was already soaking through the cotton
material.

Ethan went to the edge of the counter and tried to look excited and watch
Kelley cut three huge slices of pie, but his attention get getting diverted
to Malcolm's uncomfortable tower of personal pleasure imprisoned in a
duck-patterned blue cotton pair of boxers.

Kelley noticed Ethan's attention sliding away and looking so hopeless in
his eyes. He knew his brother was trying to just go with the swing of the
evening now, but the poor boy just couldn't concentrate. Or rather, he just
couldn't stop concentrating on Malcolm's crotch. Kelley sighed and put down
the pie knife. He saw what his mother meant about not being able to survive
Ethan's hormones.

Good grief! And the boy was only 10 !!  (Ten and a HALF, Kelley could
almost hear Ethan correcting him in his own mind).

Malcolm was noticing Ethan noticing, and it made him only harder and more
on edge. He was beginning to be fearful that he was just going to cum just
sitting there. Why wasn't it going down at all??

Kelley couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

"All right, Ethan . . . . "

"What?? I wasn't doing anything! Honest. I didn't even say anything!"

"I know, I know."

"I'm trying to not look," Ethan said honestly and sincerely.

Kelley laughed again, but it was a tired and resigned laugh, more than a
happy one. It was a losing battle if he thought his brother was going to
get any 'better'. Kelley looked back at the pie and sighed.

"I know. I know you are. Just . . . . .  Just go ahead, Ethan."

Ethan's eye lit up.  "Really?"

"Yes, sure.  But just this once, OK? No more with my friends."

Ethan nodded an enthusiastic agreement and broke his face into with a
mischievous hungry smile. His eyes looked greedy, and he reached forward
and grabbed a hold of Malcolm's achingly hard erection as it pushed out the
thin cotton of the boxers.

"Yeeaaiiiii - ooooohhh-oouuuu-aggh----aagh------aaaagh"

Malcolm practically came off the chair and gripped the counter tight so
that his knuckles were white, such was the sudden wall of euphoria that
slammed his body straight out of his dick when he felt the young boy grab a
hold. He would have cum straight away, overflowed the boxers, and drained
it out on the floor, except the sudden shock of what the boy had done just
barely put a stopper in Malcolm's overdue orgasm.

However, if Ethan held on a second longer, he would release a flood that
was building up.

"Ethan!"  Kelley reprimanded his horny little brother.  "You have to ask
first!!"

"Oops. Sorry," the cheeky boy responded, pulling his hand away from the
panting older boy.

Malcolm couldn't speak; he was still trying to get a hold of his mind and
decide whether he wanted to cum right in their kitchen, or not, or if he
was even going to have a choice here in about 10 seconds. Ethan leaned in
though and whispered something in Malcolm's ears.

Malcolm went bug-eyed as the younger boy whispered. How old was this kid
anyway? With wide, bulging eyes of disbelief, Malcolm stared ahead in shock
for a second before looking cautiously over at Kelley.  Did he know what
his little brother had just said?

But Kelley simply shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's up to you,
Malcolm. But it's only going to be this once, right Ethan?"

""Yeah, sure. Ok, OKAY, Yes. Only this once. Please Malcolm?"

Malcolm nodded his assent dumbly and watched amazed as the young boy
carefully opened up the button on the boxers and spread the fly around the
leaking hardon. He was still in shock as he watched the dirty blond,
bed-ruffled head descend down over his straining erection and take it in to
the small, hot mouth.

As soon as Malcolm felt Ethan's mouth close around him, that naturally
talented tongue swirled his exquisitely tender dickhead and the boy sucked
gently but firmly down a whole inch of shaft. By the time he had come back
up, still applying the same gentle suction, Malcolm was already cumming,
releasing a surprising torrent of semen into the smaller mouth,

Ethan had no choice but to swallow the first load without tasting, even
though he concentrated on the nice feeling of being filled up, of being
trusted to be given the rich load of another boys balls. By the second load
he was swirling the dickhead again with his tongue, gathering taste along
the sensors there as he swiped down the frenulum, exacting yet another
burst of cum.

He swallowed loads 2 and 3 just as number 4 came in. He pulled off after
the fifith spasm gave little more and swirled the precious sweet, slightly
sticky fluid around his mouth, tasting the same marvelous roasted vanilla
underflavour with the peculiar, yet very satisfying, almost ginger like
aura. It was very good.

Ethan swallowed it down, and, seeing another few pearls of cum make their
way up the still spasming-in-aftershocks dick, he watched as they gathered
and slowl crested over the glans of the dick, until just as they came to
the ridge. That's when Ethan swooped down and swirled the now overly
sensitive dickhead again, greedily licking up the remaining cum, and then
taking in two inches of shaft to suck on.

He loved this dick.

But it was too much for Malcolm; he was now too sensitive to cum, and the
rough stimulation of the tongue was driving him over the edge with a whole
new sort of torture. It was pure sensation disconnected from sexual
release, and Malcolm buckled forward and wrapped his arms around the dirty
blond head. He breathed in the still clean and fresh hair and was reluctant
to pull the boy off. Tortuous or not, it was given freely and his dick was
buried in one of the hottest and nicest mouths in Indian Spring.

But eventually he could take no more and pulled the boy off, barely panting
out, "no more, no more."

Malcolm's head was hanging low as he panted of his post-orgasmic
recovery. That had been amazing. He sure was encountering that word a lot
lately.

Malcolm's face was only inches, if even, from Ethan's own when the younger
boy pulled away, licking his lips in great satisfaction. Ethan was thinking
that Malcolm definitely had an enjoyable dick, but the boy's impulse
control, which was limited at the best of times, already had him running
something else past his subconscious.

Ethan leaned in and gave the older boy a kiss right on his open mouth.

Malcolm pulled back in surprise, but just as quickly furrowed his eyebrows
in quick contemplation and with a quirked smile at his right lip, he gave
no thought for consequences and went for the spontaneity of the
moment. Malcolm leaned back in and locked his virgin lips over Ethan's
precocious ones, slipped a tongue inside, and went for his first real
growing-up kiss.

Ethan was a bit surprised too, but melted into the boy's offering and put
his arms around Malcolm's neck, tilting his head to the right and giving
Malcolm all discretion to take the lead. This was so much more fun than
even kissing Tolley had been, and his dick was showing it, as he too began
pushing out the cloth of his boxers.

Malcolm was a fast learner in something so natural and was soon controlling
his breathing and panting well enough to give something of a novice's
expert kiss. His left arm held Ethan up against him, while his right hand
dipped down, traveling down the side of the boy's chest along his plain
white T-shirt, below the hem and around to feel along and grasp the young
plump, but taut rumps.

Malcolm continued his experimentation with kissing, prolonging that
orgasmic euphoria, and delved further into the boy both with tongue and
hand. His right massaged the rump a bit longer, marveling along some
parallel circuit the soft, pillowy, calling of the young ass, and then came
up under the hem of the T, pressed on the strong back muscles of the lad
before traveling back down, this time with fingers extended.

His is fingers deftly passed under the waistband of the boxers, but his
thumb caught on the waistband, pulling it down with the hand, even as his
palm was once again - twice in one night ! - enjoying the feel of naked
rump running beneath it. Eventually, he had the boxers pulled completely
below, to where he could push his thumb under the boy's slightly spread
legs and brush the back of the ballsack that was beginning to hang down
enough to rival most boys a year or two older than Ethan.

Malcolm was breathing in deep through his nose, allowing an unrelenting
oral assault and exploration to try and satisfy this sudden spillage of
hormones driving this vague yet rewarding search for stimulation. He didn't
understand that adolescence had opened up and swallowed him in, that he was
forever now going to respond in part to these interests for physical and
sexual release, or that the boy wasn't a boy so much as the willing yet
supple and beautiful vessel at hand by which he was coming of age. All he
understood was that he needed to kiss, suck, and explore that mouth,
breathing be damned!

Malcolm's hand came up that delicious backside again and then ran back
down, trailing his thumb in the crack that was progressively parting as he
reapproached the down waistband. Once he had run the length of it, he
pressed back upward so that he had a grasp of the right cheek and was able
to bury the thumb deep into the part of the crack, the tip just coming up
against the moist and clean, tight 10 year old hole.  He inserted only the
barest amount, but enough to get a toe hold (or a thumbhold) and tug gently
against the muscular side of Ethan's anus.

Malcolm realized how much he had enjoyed it the frirst time earlier in the
evening; but that had been a first, and he had been unable to fully
distance his exploration from the common wisdom that this was a dirty
place.

Ethan was moaning into the older boy's mouth and was losing himself
completely in the rush of physical attunement to need and incipient sexual
desire. When he felt Malcolm's thumb digging gently into the center of his
anus, he moaned even louder into the locked lips and practically tried to
climb up into the boy's lap. Much more of this and he would be begging to
be fucked.

Malcolm wasn't discouraging the boy any, and even dropped his left arm down
to assist the other leg of the boy and get him in his lap - closer to his
dick, maybe instinctively move the hole over his dick. He wasn't thinking
clearly, but he felt some strong animal instincts driving his actions.

"WHOA! Hey, whoa, stop! What the hell are you guys doing?  That is my
little brother, you know!!"

Kelley had stepped out of the kitchen near the end of Malcolm's blowing his
load; something about watching an older boy unload his sperm and semen into
his little brother's mouth turned his stomach. And then to come back in and
find them like this! He wasn't happy. He didn't yell or raise his voice,
but his tone sure made it seem like it did.

Both boys quickly separated and looked flushed, although Ethan's was more
of the flush of excitement and Malcolm's with the embarrassment of
confusion and being caught. He honestly did not know what had come over
him.

All the boys took a breather and were quiet. Eventually Kelley picked back
up the pie knife and stabbed it back into the pie, cutting the last piece
jaggedly before serving them up.

"Can we talk about this before we have pie?"  Malcolm said meekly. He would
have never volunteered to either clear up a disagreement or to talk about
something before now. But as he looked at that pie, he was being reminded
of everything he loved most about being let into this home and family, and
the things he loved most had nothing to do with sex.

Malcolm was so looking forward to enjoying that pie with Kelley and use the
wondrousness of it to relive all those things that made him happy to be
there, and he didn't want any anger or disappointment from Kelley clouding
the enjoyment of pie in the middle of the night.

"OK, fine."  Kelley said, though still put out. He put down the knife to
listen, but shook his head as both boys were apologizing and clamoring to
blame their own selves.  "Ethan, quiet."

Malcolm was amazed at how quickly the younger boy hushed up. Kelley was
very clearly not abusive to his little brothers, but they obeyed him so
readily. He would eventually understand why. It was the same awe in himself
that allowed him to physically look down on a boy that degraded himself out
in the woods by giving his 'enemy' a blow job - the most humiliating thing
one boy would have to do for another - but at the same time look up to the
boy emotionally and spiritually as a hero..

"Look, Kelley, I don't know what happened. I've never ever been kissed
before and before I came here I kinda thought no girl would ever really
want to kiss me anyway. So when Ethan did . . . . . . I don't know
. . . . . I kinda just . . . . . . well, it was like something just broke,
and I had to know what it was like. I guess . . . . .  I don't know
. . . . . . . . . didn't think I ever would."

The boy was being honest. Kelley softened, he was about to tell him it was
OK, but Malcolm wasn't done. Once he started, his soul kept going for a
need to be free of the past fears, to let it out:

"In fact, I don't hardly ever even jerk off. I just . . . . . don't really
have much to jerk off to. I think about girls a lot, and I like to think
about boobies," here Malcolm blushed, staring at the counter while he
continued, "when I , you know . . . . . but sometimes I'm too embarrassed
to keep goin, or I think about what they say to me in real life
. . . . . And . . . . . . "

Malcolm didn't finish his statement. It was too hard to finish, either out
loud or too himself. It was understood. Nobody said anything for awhile
(and Kelley was proud of his brother for keeping quiet) because they had a
feeling that Malcolm was not yet finished.

Sometimes . . . . . . sometimes I would jerk off, in my secret places
. . ..  . and I would get off thinking about hurting people. Other
guys. Sometimes you. It woulda been about you a lot of times, except I was
too scared to, even when you were only a part of my fantasy. I was scared
of you even then. But with other guys, it kinda felt good. Real good once
or twice. But then later I'd be in my bedroom and would look at the picture
of my mom, the only one I have that my dad didnt burn - he don't know I
have that either - and I kind of felt like she would be real ashamed of me
gettin' off like that. And then I'd feel real bad, like I was a sick freak,
or something."

Malcolm took a deep breath and went on. The air flowed out disturbed, like
he was choking back a sob, but if he was, he was good at it. No crying
came. He had become something of an expert at hiding his true feelings.

Kelley saw it, though.

"So, then I wouldn't even touch my . . . . myself . . . . for a week,
sometimes two or more. And I would get angry cause I felt bad about getting
angry. So I tried taking it out on others. And they hated me. And I would
feel sad, and then angry for feeling sad, and then I would jerk off
thinking about hurting somebody, or sometimes try to make myself not feel
so alone and think of some pretty girl, you know, with big tits, and think
she would really like me. Except of course she wouldn't . . . . ."

He trailed off. He didn't need to connect any dots for the other boys to
see a viscious cycle would start all over. Worse than that, each vicious
cycle seemed to spawn multiple mini-maelstroms that created an internal
windstorm in a desert of barren life.

Malcolm had been stuck in that?

Kelley and Ethan were blown away by the misery that the boy had lived
through for more than 8 years. Kelley was just floored that Malcolm wasn't
irrevocably screwed up. It was astounding that he could even have a
fraction of the turnaround that he had showed at their house. Kelley didn't
know about a much deeper magic, however, than even he had. Kelley's gifts
were nothing on the mother's love. Somewhere inside Malcolm had been a seed
of goodness, wrapped tight in his mother's love, as dejected by her as he
felt at times, it was a protective coating that fended off all assaults and
had only awaited some good soul to come along and water it.

Kelley Tucker was that soul.

"That sucks!!"  Ethan finally let out. Kelley rolled his eyes and looked
over at his brother to signal him to be quiet, except Ethan's total
attention was on Malcolm.

"You know," Ethan started, "If you need any blow jobs to get off and feel
real good about it, I like giving them."

"Ethan!"

"What? I liked it, Kelley, and he needs some. You heard it. Besides, I like
the way he tastes."

"You cant have sex with my friends. Period. And there's more to life than
what's happening around your penis."

"Huh? You mean . . . . like a job, or something?"

Malcolm laughed, feeling refreshed as he did so. Kelley just muttered under
his breath. Ethan wasn't sure what Kelley was getting at with the 'more to
life' thing. He was too young for a job anyway, and anybody could see that
Malcolm needed some blowjobs, at least in Ethan's new way of thinking, a
way that had been seriously distorted by the preceding day's events with
Tolley, Peter, and Jamie.

Kelley served up the pie on to three plates and told Ethan to pour some
milk.

"Sorry about jumping all over you for kissing Ethan. I'm just a little
protective of my brothers."

"A little?"  Both Ethan and Malcolm asked sarcastically at the same
time. All three boys had a laugh over this.

"Yeah, well . . . . "  Kelley shrugged it off.  "You know, Malcom, if you
wanted some brothers, you have three here. You don't ever have to be alone
again."

Malcolm just nodded, afraid that if he said anything, even a thank-you,
that he would start crying, and that would ruin everything.

Ethan left the room with his pie, Malcolm stood up and told Kelley to wait
a minute before picking up his pie. He walked around to the other boy, who
was just an inch or so shorter, but so much stronger in every way. He
appeared nervous as he apologized in advance for something he had to do.

"I just . . . .I just have to."  Malcolm said as he raise his arms
uncertainly, let them fall just as uncertainly, and then raised them again
and rushed forward and pulled Kelley into an awkward, tight hug..

He pulled away almost as quickly as he had gone in. He was clearly
embarrassed and would not look Kelley in the eye; but Kelley caught his arm
as he tried to turn away.

"I'm sorry Kelley, but I had to. . .  I . . . .needed to."

"I know, but I want to show you how it's done in my family."

With that, Kelley pulled the boy back in his arms and gave him a strong
brotherly hug, and he held him there, even coaching the poor lost boy how
to hold him back. Natural instinct, even so long denied, took over, and if
he had been hugging a weaker boy, Malcolm would have crushed him, so strong
was the desire for love, closeness, comfort and security - all of which
came out in that hug.

Malcolm eventually let his fear go and felt totally relaxed and safe in the
arms of the other boy. There was nothing sexual about it; it was human
contact in it's purest and best form. However as the hug went on, Malcolm
ran his hands down the back of the stronger boy and began to notice other
confusing feelings creep in, more centered toward the actual strength of
the boy in his arms, the tight, compact feel of his body, the closeness of
contact. It was at this point that he broke the hug, and Kelley let him.

"Thanks," Malcolm said, somewhere between a smile and watery eyes.  "Wow. I
actually, I mean, I don't think I've felt more relaxed in my life."

"I'm used to giving my brothers hugs from time to time when they need
them."  He left out the fact that he had learned from the best. His dad and
mom gave great hugs, but he didn't think that Malcolm needed to be reminded
of his own family deficiencies at just that point.

"Cant wait to eat this pie," Malcolm said, changing the subject before he
got too emotional. He still didn't know how to navigate emotion.

"You should taste her carrot cake. I'll ask her to make one next
week. Maybe you can spend the night again."

"Can I? . . . .I mean . . .  . . yeah, that would be cool, you know."

They joined Ethan in the den and watched some reruns of Gilligan's
Island. There apparently was an all night marathon. Ethan barley made into
the second one before he was out, and Malcolm was out halfway through the
third.

Kelley felt like he could also go to bed and sleep, and he was tempted to
do just that, even to the point of leaving the other two downstairs. But he
also had that nagging interest at the back of his brain. What would it feel
like to give a guy a blow job if you were doing it because you wanted to do
it?

He looked over at Malcolm who had just fallen asleep. The boy was thin,
promising a lanky form, even though his dad wasn't especially so. Maybe he
took more after his mom. He looked the slightest bit underfed, but without
being a serious detractor from the eye-catching form of a boy in early
puberty. Kelley could even see how some boys could find that form enticing,
desirable, perhaps even give them a hard-on.

Kelley himself had gotten a semi, but it wasn't from recognizing the sexual
allurement of another boy; it was just from realizing what he was
considering doing. He walked over to the sleeping boy in the lounger and
gently lifted up the boy's shirt, being careful about maneuvering it around
the arms. He looked down and regarded the boy's nipples, pale, reddish,
nickel-sized, with a slight raised center bulb that didn't look as big as
Kelley's hard nipples had felt much earlier in the evening.

Kelley could even see where another boy could have a sexual interest in
those. Malcolm's did look nice, but they didn't produce any stirring in
Kelley's dick, at least not until the boy began to imagine what they would
look like on the rounded breast of a girl. Then Kelley's mind wandered into
imagining what Selene Patros' breasts and nipples would look like, and he
went hard as a rock in no time flat.

Kelley let the T-shirt down, but ran his hands along the boy's soft, but
slim, stomach. It was easier, not that he wasn't hard as all get out and
wanting some release himself, to feel now what one boy could see sexually
in another boy. Finally, Kelley pulled open the front of Malcolm's boxers -
well Kelley's boxers, actually. It seemed a bit weird to pull out the front
of your own boxers and look down on another boy's dick nestled inside.

But that's what Kelley did, and he looked down upon about 2 inches of
flaccid dick, curled up on a darkened nutsack. Again, the sight did not
arouse anything particular in Kelley, but surrounding the base of the dick
was a near-halo of soft brown hairs. Kelley reached his hands in and ran
them through the boy's brown pubic hairs. They were soft, with just a few
older teen kinks in them. He could see how they would be inviting in some
aspects. And there was a distinct reddish tinge to them as well.

A very provocative tinge of color.

He pulled his hand out and let the waistband back gently. Kelley kneeled
down on one knee and replaced his right hand on top of the boy's crotch,
feeling the tween mound beneath the boxers. He rubbed it gently for awhile,
feeling it stir beneath his ministrations. He could even see how a boy
might like to do this, and this action actually did indeed cause some
stirring in his already hardened loins. Through all of this, Kelley was
realizing that he could understand, and perhaps even play and have fun with
the part, but deeper down it still just wasn't part of him.

Kelley stood back up and gently shook Malcolm awake.

"Oh, hey . . . did I fall asleep?"

"Yeah. I'm going to let Ethan stay down here. We'll go up in just a
second. There's something we gotta do first."

"What?"  Malcolm asked, rubbing his eyes more awake. He was definitely
awake a moment later when he felt Kelley's hand rest on his crotch and give
it a gentle squeeze.

"Something you said I could try if we got up in the middle of the
night. You still interested?"

It was then Malcolm could see that Kelley was hard, poking out the front of
his boxers, though for some strange reason he had this desire to see him in
his briefs. He couldn't really be serious about still wanting to suck his
dick? But he remembered what Kelley said about the next time he got hard
. . . .

"Malcolm? Can I suck you? Just want to see what it's like doing it because
I want to and not because I have to."

"Right, right, um, yeah. Yeah, you can. Anytime."  The last word got
mumbled, but Kelley caught it and smiled.

"Cool. I'm gonna do it naked, though. Don't worry about Ethan, he won't
wake up."

Kelley pulled off his shirt, showing his nicely pre-sculpted, pubertal
muscular chest and abdomen, his small dark brown nipples that Malcolm had
earlier teased into tortuous pleasure, and the few, soft light brown hairs
in otherwise clean and creamy smooth hairless armpits. His dick was
providing an obscene lift to his underwear, and despite all that he done
previously with Malcolm and even other boys, he felt a draught of
embarrassment and turned around to take down his underwear. It had to be
all the way naked, he reasoned, if he was going to get the right feel of
what it was like. Otherwise it would be more just like the humiliation
part.

Kelley took a quick deep breath and hooked his thumbs into his waistband
and pulled down his boxers, keeping his rear to Malcolm unintentionally
presenting his best asset directly 18 inches away from the reddish-brown
haired boy's growing eyes. It was enough just to watch the fabric travel
down and over those white hills of perfect proportion muscle and flesh to
bring Malcolm to a full hardness, despite having cum twice in the last 12
hours.

But when Kelley bent over and stepped out of the boxers, he opened up his
treasure box ass to reveal the holey Grail within, the same hole that
Malcolm had partially slid into accidentally just a very short while
ago. It seemed to still glisten and beckon the poor boy, and he realized
just how on-his-mind the event had been. He suddenly realized that he
wanted to go back again, and - incredibly enough - his dick agreed, as he
once more started leaking.

Malcolm leaned forward, even, his hand freeing his dick from its confines,
and he took in more fully the beauty of that muscular, lightly browned
hole. It was so tight, but so succulent. - But so tight!  How did his
dickhead stretch it so that it enclosed around the shaft so smoothly and
wonderfully, causing him great pleasure, but not seeming to cause Kelley
any pain?

Kelley straightened back up and turned around, more quickly than Malcolm
could cover-up. Kelley knew right away what the guilty looking boy had been
staring at. He sighed inwardly, wondering if that was going to be some
destiny of his, but no. It wasn't. He knew it wasn't, because this weekend
he was making the transition to top; and then it would be him staring at
the tight, hopefully clean, puckered gateways.

He briefly wondered what Malcolm's looked like. He was pretty sure he could
get a look just by asking, but he brushed all such thoughts away. He wasn't
going to get into that now.

"Like the show, did you?"  Kelley simply said, causing Malcolm to blush,
though not for long as the stronger boy bent over the arm of the chair and
took the former neighborhood reject into his mouth, swirling the head of
the dick that he had been unable to put away quick enough.

Malcolm moaned and arched his pelvis upward, trying to bury himself deeper
into the hot mouth. This was even so much better than when Ethan did
it. Ethan was really, really good, but this felt right.

Kelley eventually came back up for air and told Malcolm to take off his
shirt. The boy hurriedly did as he was told, and Kelley watched as the pale
nipples came into view. He was momentarily distracted by the sight of
Malcolm's underarms, which had skin somewhat paler than the rest of his
body, but which showcased a few reddish-brown hairs, more brown than the
hair on his head, but perhaps twice Kelley's incipient underarm growth.

Kelley moved his attention back to the equally entrancing nipples, as the
now awake and excited boy struggled off with his T-shirt. Kelley bent over
once more and took the nearest pale nipple into his mouth, coaxing some
involuntary, but happy, groans out of Malcolm. After being pleasantly
surprised at how quickly he could take the pliant soft nipple to a defined
hardness using his tongue and a very light suction, Kelley lifted off and
bent over farther and began an even more vigorous assault on the left side
of Malcolm's chest.

While he was bent over the arm of the lounger and Malcolm's body both,
Kelley felt Malcolm's warm hand rest on his back, and he even felt a
corresponding jump in his penis at the intimate contact. Malcolm's hand
didn't stay there for long, or alone, either. Even while he writhed under
the painfully pleasurably assault on his left nipple- stuck in this strange
state of needing Kelley to stop and wanting the torture to continue
interminably - he placed his left hand in the soft brown hair of the
handsome boy and pulled even harder against his sensitive tit, while the
right hand now roamed down the back to the pert crest of the start of those
mouth watering ass mounds, then following their rounded curves up, over,
and down the back, feeling them independently, then as a whole, and as well
across the strangely inviting crack.

After a short bit longer, almost to the point where Malcolm was sure he
might be sore - but still so sexually turned-on that he was leaking again,
Kelley stood back up to lick his lips and catch his breath. Malcolm came
down a bit from his high and suddenly felt sheepish about his right hand
action. He pulled his hand away, but Kelley grabbed it and put it back on
his ass, even coaxing Malcolm to squeeze and feel around. He didn't want
Malcolm to feel bad or ashamed of anything during this possibly last blow
job.

Hopefully a last one, Kelley briefly thought for a second, and then told
his new friend with an awkward smile, "If I'm going so far as to suck on
your thing, Malcolm, I think that pretty much means you can stick your
hands anywhere you want. Don't you think?"

Malcolm's smile wasn't the least bit awkward, however. He loved his new
friend; there really could be no other way to describe his feelings on the
great happiness and good fortune that had befallen him in the last couple
of days. He explored that ass with relish, even dipping his fingers into
the lower crack, especially after Kelley deliberately spread his legs apart
to give him better access.

Kelley didn't know why he did this, though. Ordinarily it would have come
with a degrading embarrassment that would have bothered him for days. But
he was, in a sense, using Malcolm to try out something that was on his
mind; it seemed only fair that the boy be allowed to explore without
anything weighing on his consciousness either.

Malcolm was appreciative for the slightly greater opening of the
passage. He slipped his fingers in and they felt for that hole that had
tantalized him moments before, that mysterious hole where his dick had
slipped in hours ago and awakened a vague but thrilling sense of need
within him. He found it and the tips of his fingers grazed the soft inward
creases that announced its presence. He never gave another thought to what
normally came out of that fascinating opening, so fixed he was on the fact
that something could actually go inside it.

The hole was a bit bigger than what his brief survey of Ethan's had shown
him, but still small and closed up tight. However on earth did his dickhead
fit inside that? He dipped one finger into the well of Kelley's anus and
tugged against the inward slopes, testing it out for its malleability,
exploring its foreign suppleness.

"Wait," Kelley said as Malcolm tested the center of the hole to see if it
would give under his finger.

Kelley pulled the hand away, but surprised Malcolm when he directed the boy
to scoop up all of his copious precum and then replaced the hand, but this
time underneath his spread legs, the left knee of which was now propped up
on the arm of the chair. Kelley bent back down, this time over the dick and
balls of his former nemesis, just as the now slicked-up fingers returned to
the wider access of his lower butt and immediately set about exploring his
no longer virgin hole.

Kelley had just slipped his mouth over the dickhead of the boy and swirled
up the remainder of that sweet precum, when he felt the tip of one slick
finger enter his hole to the second knuckle of the first digit. The
pleasurable shock of having his dick expertly sucked gave Malcolm a
surprise that drove his finger even deeper into Kelley's anus. From there
it was a simple instinct to move it around, gain a feel of the whole tight
and smooth anal canal and begin an in-and-out motion to match Kelley's up
and down relish of his dick.

For Kelley, the copping of his backside only helped to try and put him in
the mindset. What would it be like to do the sex stuff with a relish of
desire, instead of an obligation, whether a direct sense of obligation
(like with Lewis and Carlos) or a vague one (like with Casey). He didn't
know why this interest, but was fairly certain that his most reasonable
assumption, which was two-fold, would be fairly accurate.

For one, it would help put some perspective on his recent mis-adventures
and how they related to his sexual make up as a whole. And the second
reason was to gain a better understanding of both his little brother and
his best friend. Neither boy had, or probably ever would have, any sexual
interest in girls. And his recent experiences had been things that mainly
had happened to him, nothing that he had actually sought out. Even his
Monday night trip out to Casey's had been under a sense of obligation. The
embarrassing enjoyment of it, something he still didn't dwell on as he
couldn't quite come to terms with it, had been merely a side effect.

He couldn't really relate, he thought, to his brother or Nate in his
current state of sexual experience. He had to try wanting it. And the side
effects, or answers, to this experience might even enlighten his own
self-evaluation. So Kelley went down on the erect 4 1/2 inches with no
hesitation, instead seeing it in his mind as another type of dessert, an
opportunity he was lucky to try out. So when he wrapped his mouth around
the flesh candy and slurped up its juices, it was with a desire that he had
created.

It was working; though in the back of his mind, somewhere, he knew that
this really, ultimately, wasn't him. It answered one question caused by the
confusion of the last week. He was figuring out the difference between
homosexuality and same-sex sex, and even the difference between sex and
sexual acts.

But for now, he was concentrating on the sensations and experience of
taking the slickened, pre-sweetened bulbous head into his mouth, sucking on
the spongy end, before taking-in several inches of shaft and allowing the
boy below him to work his mouth with inches of dick, while he encouraged it
by going up and down and running his tongue hard against the underside,
coming up with a swirl before going down again.

All this was done with the expectation, yes even the anticipation, of
bringing the boy to a point where he would release abundant warm living cum
in his mouth, coming in full spurt after spurt, churned up from the depths
of his prostate and the base of his two growing balls that marked him as a
boy, to travel up into and through the 4 1/2 inches of dick that filled his
mouth. With several bucks and groans the boy would take charge and feed
him, feed him the very sperms that defined his genetic make up. He would
send his seed down his throat, across his palate, and claim his belly.

All this, Kelley knew and accepted and thought about as he worked that
glorious penis and its hard feel of flesh and boyness claiming his mouth
and filling his oral cavity. Toward the end he was pressing his backside
against the finger that suddenly became two, opening him up further, and
surprised Kelley, because now that he was in a deliberate frame of mind, he
found himself wanting Malcolm to step up and claim his ass the same way, to
bend him back over the arm of the chair when they were done and feed him
dick all the way up his rectum and backside.

It was just as these shocking thoughts were churning in Kelley's mind, when
Malcolm's two fingers were thrust deep into his rectum, with the rest of
the hand claiming and squeezing his balls, that Malcolm thrust up and
yelled, forgetting they were in the den and it was the middle of the night,
and he fed Kelley just as the boy knew he would be fed.

Remarkably they didn't wake Ethan. If they did wake Mr and Mrs Tucker, they
thankfully did not come out. Malcolm couldn't believe he could hit that
strong an orgasm so soon after cumming in Ethan's mouth little more than an
hour and a half ago, and he was slow in coming back to his senses. He
pumped dose after dose of cum into Kelley's mouth, and the boy dutifully
swallowed it all.

Kelley came off the dick after he was sure that he had cleaned up any
seminal fluid that had leaked from his mouth. When he lifted up, he licked
his lips (out of necessity, versus Ethan who would have done so simply out
of the pleasurable prospect of what had happened and was possibly still to
come) and swallowed a couple more times to clear his throat and palate.

Malcolm meanwhile was reeling form the orgasm that went straight to his
brain and almost wiped him out completely. He was also slow in removing his
fingers from Kelley's ass. It was almost as if there was reluctance, a
knowing that he might not get a chance to go back up there.

Both boys got what they wanted; but for the moment, neither were sure what
direction in mental state that their decisions would take them. They didn't
know what, if any, were the down-the-road consequences for the few minutes
of peaked pleasure. They gathered up their discarded clothes and just went
back upstairs naked, each quiet and uncertain, though not really reluctant,
in taking glances at the other's naked form.

The biggest issue for them both was that they were each fairly certain,
Kelley more so, now, that they weren't gay, and didn't really lust after
boys, but neither could deny that he knew what the appeal was, and could
easily relate to it, at least for play.

The boys got in the shower together to wash off the evening's play,
somewhat literally, more so symbolically. But even here, Malcolm could not
deny his interest in Kelley's body. It wasn't a homosexual thing per se -
more like a pseudo-sexual thing that just happened to be with a boy. And
the fact that that boy was Kelley, had kept him half hard, even though he
knew his dick wouldn't go up much more than that for the rest of the night.

Malcolm had a strong desire to wash Kelley's body himself. He was a little
embarrassed about it, but he wanted to. He couldn't really explain why but
was reluctant to try it. He watched as the boy washed himself, running his
hands over the lithe, but full and compact, boyness of
perfection. Eventually, Malcolm could help but run his hands over various
parts of Kelley's body, memorizing the feel like a roadmap.

It came off more as semi-awkward camaraderie in helping Kelley wash his own
body than something purely sexual, but Malcolm would never forget every
muscle, every inch of skin, the roundness and fullness of that ass and the
tight crinkled luxury of the soaped up nutsack. The latter part was the
only area where he dared linger. He knew it was Kelley's sweet spot in
being storked.

And Kelley was hard, but he didn't feel completely comfortable cumming just
then. It was an unfortunate mixture for Kelley. It had the potential to be
incredibly erotic, but also too uncomfortably close and intimate for him as
well. It was like moving beyond play and into sex. It wasn't an area in
which Kelley wanted to go.

But Malcolm wasn't interested in going that direction either. He was just
unknowly merging the physical landscape of the boy with the emotional map
he read in his hero. He liked Kelley, thankful for what he did. And he like
the boy's body (but he REALLY wasn't alone there). It was as simple as
that.

They rinsed off and got and Kelley got a new pair of boxers for himself and
was about to for Malcolm, but instead he reached for the new white BVD's
instead.

"Hey Malcolm, I hope you don't get mad at me for saying this, but can I
throw away the underwear you wore over here and give you these? Actually, I
only need like two pair of them. So you can take four."

Malcolm's face flushed. He was embarrassed, and even now a small part of
him was coming back with an angry retort. But he remembered where he was
and how he came to be there, and he bit it back and just slipped on the
BVD's, mumbling a 'thanks.' What followed for the next half hour, since
both boys were still mostly wakeful, was Kelley pulling out various
hand-me-downs from his cousins, 13 and 12, but both bigger than him, the 12
year old by an inch or so, and proceeded to pile up the clothes for Malcolm
to take with him.

Kelley's reasoning was that no-one as of yet had seen him wearing most of
these clothes, so he felt Malcolm wouldn't get teased about wearing all of
Kelley's clothes. The more Kelley thought about his memories of Malcolm,
the more he realized that the boy was often in the same clothes, and they
were getting worn out.

Malcolm was certainly appreciative, but too embarrassed to say
anything. Kelley just took another note that each time the boy slid some
pants on or off, it was easy to see he had a nice body; he just needed more
food. At least, that was what Kelley's intuition from the evening told him.
(He was right).

"Hey Malcolm," he said as they both sat down on the bed, yawning and
getting tired again.  "Any clothes I have that fit you, you can wear, OK?
Whenever you want. Even Nate and Duncan have some of my clothes. I think
the underwear you wore earlier tonight may have even been Dunc's at some
point. But anyways, you can. . . . . You know, if you want."

"Thanks."  Malcolm said, torn between the great prospect of being even
closer to his new hero, and being angered by the pity.

"And, uh, you know, if you really liked my mom's food that much, you can
come over and eat any time you want."

"Thanks. I'd like that . . . some."  He mumbled.

"Uh, even, um, if she's not cooking. If for some reason you want to eat
here. You can."

"I got food at my house."  Malcolm said angrily back. He regretted it, but
didn't take it back. It was harder to control the old Malcolm, the more
Kelley offered. So Kelley let the matter go.

"So, uh Malcolm, I kinda never really started a friendship this way, that
is, if you want to be friends. I do. I just don't know how you feel about
everything we did. Well . . . . mainly what I did."

Malcolm gave an awkward smile.  "I like what you did. I know you ain't gay,
I aint either . . . . . . .  and it don't matter if you were, I don't
really got anything against Ethan, or, um, Nathan, but, I, uh . . . . . . I
really liked it."

"Cool. Not weirded out any? I am a little."

"I don't think I am. I think it's the coolest thing that ever happened to
me in my life! Well . . . . it's the second coolest."

Kelley smiled. This was weird, but he was strangely comfortable with it
all. He was done with blow jobs, at least after he got the job from the
Mexican boys.  "So what's the coolest thing that's ever happened to you
then?"

Malcolm had to clear his throat before he could hoarsely answer in a quiet
voice, "You . . . . just you."

Kelley put his arm around the boy and drew him close like a friend and said
sincerely, "You want a brother, Malcolm?"

"Yeah," The bpoy answered quietly, unsure of that was a better prospect
than a friend.

"What about three brothers?"

"Yeah," Malcolm smiled, "I'd like that."

"Welcome to the family, Malcolm."





Malcolm slept soundly the rest of the night, fully in peace. He stayed over
at the extreme edge of Kelley's bed, not wanting a repeat of the accidental
snuggling and possibly ruining the night. But he's dreams weren't fretful
or sexual, just placid, happy, and restful.

Kelley on the other hand slept fitfully. It had nothing to do with Malcolm,
but he was dreaming of impossible tasks set before him, always balanced at
the edge of a cliff where he would slip from time to time and frantically
claw his way back to relative safety. He was naked at one point having
climbed back up over the edge of the cliff and was laying prone and felt a
weight on his back, it was at first momentarily comforting, but instantly
hot, heavy and instinctively perilous.

He arched his body to throw the weight off and spun around to stand, only
to find himself in the midst of a jungle. He was sweating and swatting at
flies that were growing louder and more furious by the second, forcing him
to run through the jungle, run blindly, all the while fretfully tried to
remember what the task was that he had yet completed, a task left behind in
an already forgotten land.

He was running and running, and every time he tried to examine why or stop
to check the landscape, the flies would catch up with him. He eventually
came to a cliff, the cliff where he started at the beginning of his dream,
in fact the very beginning of his dream, still seeing the incomplete tasks
before him.

He heard a roaring behind him and turned just as the swarm of flies rushed
in the last few feet between, and he yelled, "I am immune to you !!!"

The flies became darkness itself as the landscape slipped into a leveled
sepia of nothingness, and he slipped into a dreamless state, getting some
rest, at least, for a couple of hours.



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Author's note: I do not know how many people bother anymore keeping up with
this story since it does require an inordinate amount of my time (and the
time of a certain friend over there) just to get the chapters out, but the
few emails I get help lift me up to keep writing. I am always very, very
appreciative of you taking the time to write no matter how short or how
analtical the feedback. I immensely enjoy it.

I have found that I have had rather a difficult time making that transition
to succinctness that I had hoped experience would provide, but I so enjoy
the development of both character and scenes. Unfortunately, at this rate I
will never finish the story. Some of you are wondering if I'll even make it
to the weekend in the story.

So I am going to try, starting in Chapter 24, to cut down on descriptions,
eliminate some inherent stage direction, and so on. If I am successful amd
you like it, let me know. If I am successful and you do not like it, please
also let me know. If I am unsuccessful and you etc. etc., let me know.

If in doubt, write me at jonas_henley on my yahoo account (yahoo.co.uk).

I will endeavor to answer any emails, but I am notoriously bad at
promptness. Thank you for your readership. I hope you have enjoyed this
chapter.

-Jonas