Date: Tue, 30 Mar 2010 01:59:42 +0000 (GMT)
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Chapter 24b

Kids of Indian Spring
By Jonas Henley


Chapter 24b


Wednesday, 21 June 1995
10:45 am


"This is sort of our hole, " Duncan had told him.  "Sometimes Daniel and
Luke come up and meet me here, sometimes Hunter comes."

Malcolm looked around at the soft bend in the creek, not too far off the
Cormack property where Duncan, Ian, and Joey Vargas had taken him. He had
initially been apprehensive. There were still too many memories of
rejection from when other boys would gather at swimming holes.

"Dean's brother?"  Malcolm asked, referring to 11 year old Hunter. Dean was
12, like Malcolm and Duncan, except he was 6 months older than both boys
and only a few weeks from turning 13. He typically hung out with older
boys, like his 14 year old distant cousins Joshua, and Mark, who was Luke
and Daniel's older brother.

"Yeah, Dean's brother. You, um, get along with them fine? I mean, I know
you hang out with some Mackeys."  Duncan asked.

"Mostly Seth," Malcolm answered, "and sometimes Tolley, but Dean is
Tolley's cousin. Him and his brother Fairlane always treat me OK, I
guess. Never been around Hunter much."

"Aren't all the Mackey's cousins?"  Joey asked as he started to strip down
without a bother, right there in front of Malcolm.

"Um, well, I guess, but Dean, well Hunter and Fairlane, too, is Tolley's
first cousin. Their dad's are brothers. I don't really know Luke and
Daniel. Sometimes their brother Mark plays basketball with me and Judge and
Joshua, but I think Daniel kinda looks down on me."

"He's just quiet," Duncan shrugged to show it wasn't much to worry about.
"But he's nice once you get to swimming and talking with him. He don't ever
skinny dip, though. So when he's coming, we usually bring our swim trunks,
so he don't feel awkward."

Malcolm just nodded, but was finding it hard to tear his eyes away from
Joey, especially when the boy just bent right over and slipped off his
underwear, exposing his butt and it's precious hole 'unintentionally' for
Malcolm. Joey's basic take on life now was whatever Duncan felt safe doing,
Joey would plunge in - or let Duncan plunge in. And Duncan seemed
comfortable with Malcolm. And Joey was intrigued by the bad boy past and
the lack of previous known nudity in the boy.

But Malcolm's mouth dropped and his heart skipped a beat when he saw that
plump rear and its sweet portal. However, it wasn't so much Joey as Kelley
and the unmentionable incident overnight that he was remembering.

"It's cool Malcolm, Joey doesn't mind if you look. Probably wouldn't mind
if you touched either, if you ask."

Malcolm looked shocked. He wasn't sure what to say.

"Relax, Malcolm. We really only came out here to swim. But none of us are
uptight. Only thing is, you have to strip off completely. We're all going
in naked."

Malcolm looked worried. It was the first he had ever been invited to join a
group. Sure he and Seth had skinny dipped before, but always just the two
of them, although once Sheldon joined them. This was different. The old
fears of exclusion came racing back, and he began to have something of a
panic attack.

"Malcolm," Duncan had moved closer and put his hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Trust me. Just like you would Kelley. I can guarantee you, that when you
are with me, nobody can hurt you or mess with you."

It seemed an odd promise to make, but Malcolm felt relaxed, and part of him
understood the reassurance to be a truth. He felt strangely even more
comfortable as Duncan touched him, and he felt innately drawn to the
necklace that was around the good-looking red-head's neck. It looked to
contain shell, stone, sea glass, and possibly a human tooth. It seemed to
be the life of the whole boy encapsulated on a thread of some sort.

"Now let's strip off."  Dunacn said when he released him.  "I know we
really did just come here to swim, but Joey's anxious to see what you look
like naked. Ian was, but he always seems to lose interest once someone
becomes my friend."

It was true. Ian was already in the water and swimming and had lost all
sexual interest in his curiosity of what the forbidding Malcolm McEwen
would look like naked, even though he didn't realize that he had. It was
part and parcel of Duncan's gift of protection.

"You guys, um, fool around . . . some?"

"Yeah," Duncan shrugged.  "Usually not when Ian's here or any of the
Mackeys or really anybody else, though last time I think Joey and Luke did
some minor goofing off. I like to have fun and get off without worrying
about hang-ups, as long as the other person wants it. And I guess different
guys like different things."

"Yeah," Joey said, with a smile and a laugh, startling Malcolm when he came
back up out of the water, dripping wet.  "I like guys that probably are
gonna like girls more later, and I think Duncan just likes younger guys
with nice bodies that will let him do what he wants."

Malcolm watched the beads of water collect and fall off a dick that looked
bigger than it should for a kid that was barely eleven. He was also
surprised to see that the boy had a very few pubic hairs and dropped balls
to match.

"You're making me sound like Ian," Duncan complained in a friendly voice.

"Nah," Joey said.  "I think I'm gonna like guys and girls later, maybe
girls more, but when Ian likes both, I think he just likes to control
people. Except maybe Brianna. I think he really likes her."

"Does Ian have sex with Brianna??"  Malcolm asked amazed.

But Duncan just shrugged and answered, "That's Ian's business. And possibly
Brianna's, if they ever do. Just a friendly warning, don't start anything
with Ian."

"No, I won't, promise. Don't worry; I know he's your brother."

"Yeah, well, that's not why I warned you. Ian can be unexpectedly
. . . . persuasive . . . you'd be surprised what he can get you to do. He
won't be interested in you today, though, or later if you stay more my
friend than his."

Malcolm didn't know what this meant, but he nodded an OK and decided to
follow what was probably good advice, especially as he got his bearings to
this new way of navigating Indian Spring kids' society. Joey meanwhile was
putting on a subtle show going through a few stretches, and Malcolm could
not take his eyes off the tan, wet, shimmering 11 year old boy's body.

"So you like my body, too?"

Malcolm stayed slack-jawed and just nodded at first.

"Well, do you?"

Apparently Joey wanted to hear it. Something had turned the boy on big time
in the last week. It was a temporary turn-on, though, not like
Ethan's. Ethan was exploring to gain insight into his future life, as well
as have a lot of sexual fun. Joey's was a temporary curiosity with limited
short term satiation driven by vague hormonal surges that he was just
shrugging a shoulder at.

It could even have been Duncan's sensuous dick to blame for all
that. Duncan wasn't the first in his hole, but everything changed when Joey
felt those 4 plus inches of perfection sink into him.

"Malcolm?"

"Huh, Oh! Um, yeah, sorry Joey," Malcolm said laughing a little and
deciding to run with the relaxation. He was certainly tired of running
away..  "Yeah, um, I guess I do. Kinda obvious, huh? You're . . . . you're
really hot."

Joey blushed (and so did Malcolm when he realized what he had said) and
Duncan laughed. Malcolm was amazed, but there was something about being
around Duncan that made him feel so relaxed and so . . . . safe.

"Hey Malcolm, you ever fool around with another boy?"

"Um, just once, but I don't think I want to talk about that."

"Can I at least ask what you did?"  Duncan pressed, more for the anonymous
details than the gossip.

"Uhh, sure. I guess. Just got sucked a few times, and . . . . uh
. . . . kissed, but it was real short."  He couldn't get over how open and
conversational he was feeling. This, above everything, was definitely new
. . . . and so different.

"Oh cool," Joey said. He honestly had not been as comfortable with Caleb
once the sex was over, maybe because Caleb was more of a repressed gay boy,
but it sounded like it could be fun with Malcolm, who was more of a
straight 'bad boy' with no hang-ups. Yeah, Joey was thinking, he could be a
lot of fun to take for a ride.

"Have you ever . . . ."

"OK, Joey, that's enough," Duncan laughed.  "Go play with Ian
some. Remember we really did just come out here to swim and get in the
water."

After Joey left, Duncan finished stripping off and Malcolm caught himself
looking at his body, which was VERY nice by the way. He was no Kelley, no
one was, but the red hair, above and below, and plump balls were delectable
on any menu. The problem was, as Malcolm furrowed his eyes and looked away
from the stunning boy body, he was perplexed, and he was becoming more
bothered by it.

He understood his 'infatuation' with Kelley; he really did. It was almost
like a crush, but he instinctively knew that Kelley was the real deal and
someone to be looked up to and honored, and he was ever so thankful that
Kelley broke that shell of his and pulled him out. It was kind of the good
reflection of a mirror image of a Stockholm Syndrome. And he was OK with
that. He really liked Kelley.

And he had heard other boys talk about Kelley's body in positive terms long
before. And honestly, if you took away the warm, fuzzy feeling he had on
this fresh, new relationship, he would still rather think about girls, tits
especially, when jerking off. So why was it he was looking at so many boys'
bodies and why was he so interested? Why was his mind still dredging up
that disgusting desire to push himself into a boy's backside, maybe lower
his weight on the boy lying below him as his dick slowly slipped in
. . . . .

Malcolm shook his head of the disturbing image, only it didn't seem so
disgusting. And that was what bothered him.

"Malcolm!"

"Huh?"

"Sorry, you just look bothered by something. I didn't mean to bring you out
here and make you uncomfortable."

Malcolm nodded.  "I'm always really uncomfortable around a bunch of guys,
especially with swimming. But I don't want to be anymore."

"You don't have to be. You can think of this as a kind of mini therapy. We
can even come back out here Monday with my cousins that will be coming in
to town. They're coming in this weekend. Be a little bit larger group, but
still safe. Think you'd like that?"

Malcolm nodded. He almost glanced down at Duncan's naked body, but stopped
himself and looked away.  "There's, uh, more."

"What?"

"I . . . . I'm uncomfortable around n- . . . .n-naked . . . boys."

Duncan laughed and immediately apologized.  "I'm sorry Malcolm, but you'd
probably be crapping yourself around naked girls. Think about it. Are you
even hard?"

"Um, a little."

"No, I mean actually hard, not just floatin' a little higher."

"No."

"After that show Joey put on for you? Even if you were it still wouldn't
mean anything. I've done stuff with Joey. It's fun, and don't worry - he
doesn't mind me telling you. Probably wants me to talk about; he's gotten
so horny lately. Not that I mind. Anyway, I'm not gay, and it doesn't
bother me one way or the other WHY you are uncomfortable. I just want to
help you BE comfortable. And if you were gay, it STILL wouldn't mean
anything."

"But . . . I want to look . . . I just . . . I don't . . . . . it's
. . . . like you said, uncomfortable."

"Think about it, Malcolm, you've been pushed away by all us for so long
because we were being assholes-"

"So was I," Malcolm said looking at the ground, "And you never treated me
mean."

"I didn't really think about you. Honestly I think my mom SHOULD beat my
butt red. But now you have this opportunity, I don't know, maybe it's just
making up lost time on the whole curious-what-the-other-guy's-got
thing. Maybe," and here Duncan shrugged his shoulders, "maybe you're just
like me."

Malcolm looked over at Duncan. It wouldn't be a bad thing to be like
Duncan. But what was he doing, hero hunting? Did he need all these people?
. . . . Yes . . . . he did. And it would actually be a very nice thing to
be like Duncan.

"How so?"

"Ok, I'm going to break a rule here and talk about somebody I do stuff
with, other than Joey, because I think he would understand. If you were to
ask me if I thought about doing stuff with guys when I got older, I would
think -gross. Ugghh! I'll have friends that are gay and more power to
whatever they wanna do with whoever, but that's just gross thinking about
men doing it. It's like eating broccoli. But my sister likes it."

Malcolm smiled and even laughed a little, but continued to listen.

"But if Nate Carlin strips down in front of me tomorrow, my dick will hard
as a rock in no time flat, and all I'll want to do is get naked and in bed
with him. And I really like fucking him. Much more than Joey, even, despite
knowing Nate's in this kind of stuff for the long haul."

Malcolm showed some surprise at this and blushed.

"I mean it Malcolm. It's the greatest feeling on earth, and I really,
really . . . . . REALLY . . . . like it. And Nate has lots of fun too. I
can even make him shoot when I'm doing him. And it's all cool. Honestly."

Malcolm looked dumfounded.

"But I know I won't want to do that when I'm older. Not even with Nate."

Malcolm thought about this for a while. It made sense on one level and no
sense at all on another. He just wasn't sure where he was in all of this,
or even where he wanted to be. Plus, it shocked the hell out of him, this
semi-new thing that he felt bad about, this realization of reality behind
playground jokes and what he knew, on a deeper level, what really went on
in Mackey territory, and here was Duncan Cormack treating it so casually
and having done it all along.

"You . . . really put your . . . . that . . . . inside Nathan's hole? His
. . . . butthole? And Joey's, too?"

"Yeah, Malcolm. It feels really REALLY good. Well, I only go one way. You
know. If you wanted to try it with Joey . . . . ."

Malcolm looked out across the creek and at that moment saw Joey swimming in
the water and turn to dive down, his precious, white, plump butt floating
up to full view and parting slightly to reveal the welcoming and praised
hole, just before the boy's body dove under the surface.

Again Malcolm shook his head.  "Uh . . . . no . . . sorry, Duncan. This is
all still too weir- . .. uhhh . . . .new . . . . too new . . . .for me. I
don't know if I want this."

"Relax Malcolm, like I said. We just came out here to swim, really. And
that's all. But you're gonna get naked."

"Why?"

"Cause you're not swimming in your clothes, and I'm gonna help you get
ready to be comfortable around all the other guys in the Spring when we go
to the main swimming spot."

Malcolm nodded his acceptance. He still didn't really want to. But it made
sense, and he would have to confront all these feelings at some point. He
really was tired of running.

"OK, so either you start stripping, or I let Ian come up here and make you.

"Why?"  Malcolm smiled, "What's he do that could make me?"

"Honestly? You wouldn't remember, so it doesn't matter anyway. But you
might find that you were agreeable to do more than just strip. But you
wouldn't be able to hit an undo button."

Malcolm's smile faded. Somehow he sensed that Duncan wasn't really
joking. Maybe he would stay away from Ian. Malcolm took a deep breath and
began taking off his clothes.

As he did so, Malcolm forced himself to look over at even more red-headed
Duncan and then traveled down the boy's body taking it in the trim and
athletic form, even to the 4+ hard cock with its hairless and crinkly
scrotum; the thin pubic patch of reddish-brown hairs that were just above
the root and down to the top of either side of his nut bag. He found
himself comparing his own development, just as any other normal boy would
do.

All of a sudden he was really and truly naked, and what Malcolm felt most
was relief. It wasn't the swimming hole with all the boys that he hated but
so secretly and desperately wanted to be a part of, but as he bared
himself, he felt as though he were baring part of his soul and allowing
himself, finally, to be in communion with his peers. For the first time in
his life, he didn't just have a friend, he now had a peer group.

Just hanging around the Mackeys and being accepted there didn't count. This
was his full social awakening.

"Cool," the previous outcast smiled broadly, happy to be naked and one of
the boys, even though he subconsciously kept his hands lower and clasped
near his crotch, affording himself some sort of continued shield there.

"All right, way to go Malcolm. So now let's just jump in and have some fun
- which they did.

The boys splashed and played for over an hour before Hunter showed up and
joined them, playing Marco Polo for over half an hour more. Dean then
showed up looking for his little brother, just as the Marco Polo game was
winding down, and decided to strip off and also join them. They played
Shark, as best they could in the narrow area, and then just divided up, the
older boys hanging out talking for 15-20 minutes and the younger ones
resorting to tag and some grabass.

"I gotta go," Dean said finally, turning to Malcolm and adding with an
almost discouraged look coming over his face, "Me and Sean are back on the
Choosing block. I think Fairlane's almost gunning for me to get it. I wanna
say it's sick, but I get it. Can't really blame him. At least he's not
doing it to be mean, like David's brother Darrell. Me and Sean both feel
bad hoping it will be David, but . . . . . . you know. Sure as hell don't
want it being us."

It was the first time that one of the Mackey's actually ever deliberately
included Malcolm in admitting what happened behind the scenes. But Dean was
worried; today had been the first time in the several days since he was put
back on the infamous Mackey 'List' of eligible boys for that year's
community bottom that he hadn't had a painful knot in the center of his
belly.

He wouldn't turn 13 until a day after the Choosing, and that left him
traditionally eligible, and his parents, as opposed to the idea as his side
of the family claimed to be, were still in favor of him going through the
ceremony, more out of a sense of fairness for something that they couldn't
change for everyone.

Tolley was theoretically also back on the list, as was Seth, but with
Hinton protecting Tolley, and Tolley's other brother Hayden protecting
Seth, all those two boys had to do was stay away from Kelley Tucker for the
week and they were essentially off the list. Sheldon Redd was also supposed
to be protecting Seth, though he seemed to be almost half hearted about it
at times, and rather stubborn and fierce at others.

Daniel Mackey was only five or six weeks older than Dean, but he was
already 13 and techinically past eligibility, but since he was skipped over
last year, without his even realizing it, several boys, including Bobby who
had to show his ass last year under the threat of being fucked, and Dean,
who would just love to fuck the quiet good-boy's ass, whatever it looked
like, wanted to see Daniel on the List.

But that wasn't going to happen.

"You know that's why David is so mad at you, right?"  Dean continued,
talking to Malcolm about this year's Choosing, without mentioning it by
name or actuality. As usual with the Cormacks, Dean spoke as if Duncan
wasn't even there. The Cormacks weren't gossips, and they were the closest
land owners to Mackey lands.

"I don't have anything to do with any of that. Why's he mad at me?"
Malcolm asked.

Dean laughed, "Somethin' stupid, like he didn't fight you when you picked
on his little sister Denise. He didn't protect her like his brother Darrell
and his cousin Hiram thought he should have. But really they don't care
about that; it's really just cause Darrell and Hiram hate you so much. And
they just jumped on the chance to use David as a punching bag since they
can't get at you."

"I never did anything to them."

"You're alive. It's enough. You know that."  Dean answered.

Although Duncan was politely pretending not to listen, just as his brother
Connor did when he was over in Mackey lands, he still was. He knew about
the Choosings and the List, lots of the non-Mackey Springers did. But this
other stuff involving David and Malcolm, he was clueless. He bet Connor or
James might know, but the Cormacks didn't even gossip with each
other. Duncan wouldn't ask them.

But he did break tradition and ask Dean, quite suddenly and almost
startling the boy.

"What do you mean, about Darrell and Hiram can't get at Malcolm?"

Dean paused. This was a first, and he wasn't sure he should answer the
question or politely pretend that Duncan hadn't asked it. He decided in
favor of the maxim, 'the truth will out', albeit very very cautiously.
"Because my side of the family won't let them touch Malcolm, not even a
finger."

This surprised Duncan. It was in fact very surprising, though not very
enlightening. But he figured he shouldn't push the inquisitive intrusion
any further. However, Dean still wasn't finished answering; he was just
chewing the words over in his mind as to how far was 'too far' in revealing
things. Finally he finished his statement to Duncan:

"And besides, in the last week, your older brother James and your best
friend Tucker have both, for some reason, taken an interest in Malcolm, and
this scares the shit out of Darrell and Hiram. Got the rest of the Mackeys
worried, too."

Duncan was stunned. He looked over at Malcolm who looked lost in thought
but recognized the curious glance of his new friend. He just shrugged
lightly, but Duncan couldn't read anything in that shrug.

"I've said too much. Don't tell nobody; I don't want this used against me."
Both Duncan and Malcolm nodded in agreement. The conversation never
happened.

The thought of being bent over and ridden by any and every boy cousin he
had, like Kevin had been over the last year, filled Dean with an
indescribable horror. But he had just had to talk to someone. The deadly
anticipation of possibilities too much for him. Sean was putting all his
hopes in his brother Jason, since he still felt bad about letting Kevin
down, regardless of the fact - and in some respects, especially because of
the fact - that Kevin was a closet gay boy, and in the hopes that they were
unlikely to pick two bottoms in a row from the same immediate family. But
Dean didn't have that comfort.

He knew, in reality, that it was down to him or David. And his brother
Fairlane would be eligible to ride his ass, literally, as much as he wanted
for 7 more months. And Fairlane already had permission from their
parents. Dean shivered in dreadfulness, but he honestly couldn't say that
he would be different if the roles were reversed. At least Fairlane's
interest was out of normal teenage lust for free 'pussy' and not out of
hate or spite.

He felt sorry for David, but he sure hoped it was David that got picked.

"Come on, Hunter, we have to go home. We were supposed to go an hour or so
ago. See you guys, and, uh . . . . thanks."

After he left, Duncan and Malcolm couldn't find anything else to discuss
casually, so they got up to leave also, with Ian and Joey joining them. As
they got dressed, Malcolm stole a few more looks over to Joey, especially
as the boy bent over to pull on his underwear and again exposed that still
tight appearing, virgin-seeming hole. It was clean, and suddenly so very
inviting, enough to give Malcolm some serious lift, just short of a
hard-on.

"Malcolm," Duncan leaned in and said very quietly, "just tell me to shut up
if you don't want to talk about this, or even think about it, but if you
really do want to see what it's like to slide your dick up some boy's hole,
a boy that doesn't mind doing it, Joey's a great kid to start out with,
Real safe . . . .if you want to fuck around. And I mean that literally."

Malcolm didn't answer. He just nodded.

The problem was: he was interested.








6:45 pm

"Wow, your mom's a GREAT cook!! I LOVE eating over here."

"Yeah, well I like it when you eat up HERE," Zeke said with a smile as he
advanced on Nathan.

Nathan smiled at the joke, but Zeke sure seemed to be frisky . . . .or
something . . . tonight.

"Yeah. . . . that's . . . .funny . . . . .I like that too . . . .Zeke."

Not frisky. That wasn't the word. It was something else. Something more
unsettling. What was the word for it?

"So, uh, how about that desert she made," Nathan said, smiling nervously
and backing up toward the wall as Zeke advanced. Something . . . in his
gait . . . . .in his stare . . . . something . . . . . .disturbing. What
was the word for it??

Zeke suddenly shoved a startled and fearful Nathan up against the wall and
a quiet and surprisingly deeper voice blew warm air in his ear.  "That
wasn't the dessert I was hungry for . . . . Nate!"

Nathan knew the word he was looking for.

Predatory.








8:00 pm

"Knock, Knock."

"Wha-? . . . Oh, hey dad. Um . . . .Come in, I guess."

Kelley was sitting on his bed, door wide open and dressed in nothing but a
clean pair of his brand new white BVD's, the ones he was wearing to the
party this Friday. He had his hands in his lap and looked like he had too
many thoughts preoccupying not enough space in his young brain.

"Mr. Salvador seemed very nice."

"Yes, he is."  Was all Kelley answered back. It was as though he were busy
cataloging all the thoughts in his head before his dad made it to the bed
to sit down next to him, cataloging them so he could come back to them
later.

"He had a lot of nice things to say about you when we sat down together in
the office. Said you were very polite and a hard worker. He was impressed
with your desire to work, and that you reminded him of himself and his best
friend when they had just arrived here from Mexico, many many years
ago. Considering the business he has built up and the friendship he has
maintained with that same man, I think that was a big compliment that he
was paying you."

"So can I work for him?"

Hal sighed.  "Kelley, you're only 12.  I don't . . . . ."

"You started working when you were 12."

"Well, Kelley, I was just helping my dad around his office . . . ."

"So it would be more normal for me to be a legal aid at 12 than cutting
grass?"

Hal Tucker laughed and nodded.  "Yes, all right, you got me there."

"So I can work?"

"Why?"

"Sir?"

"Why do you want to work?"

"Because, dad, I'm going to be a teenager soon and want to do things that
maybe you and mom can't afford for me, just small things, like go out to
eat, go to the movies . . . . . go on dates. And even if you could, it
wouldn't kill me to have to earn the money myself."

The kid had sound arguments. Irrefutable, in fact. And Hal Tucker was
certainly not one to dissuade the work ethic in his son. But there was the
issue of safety.

"I don't know anything about his son, though. It doesn't sound like
Mr. Salvador will be directly supervising."

"Carlos and Ruben are OK, Dad. Carlos takes his work way too serious to let
anything bad happen. No smoking, no drinking, no drugs, promise. Carlos
would even fire me if I watched the ladies in the pool. He fired his cousin
for doing that. We don't mix with the apartment people, and he won't let me
use the automatic hedger or even the weedeater. It's safe with him, Dad."

"Well, that all sounds good, but. . . . they are both older."

"Not by much. I told you, dad. This is serious to them. And they aren't
psychotic or anything."

Hal laughed again.  "All right, you win. You can work for Mr. Salvador, but
no more than two or three days a week in the summer and no more than one
day a week during school."

"Thanks, dad!"

"It goes without saying that what you agree to with him I expect you to
keep. Your agreements to work supersede fun, friends, and other
things. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

"All right. Now . . . . now that we have that out of the way, suppose you
tell me what all else was running around in your brain when I knocked
earlier.

"Just . . . . some stuff."

"Hmm, that's funny, I was kinda thinking it was just that . . . . . stuff."

Kelley smiled a little, though he tried to hide it.  "It's nothing, dad."

"Kelley Fineas Tucker! You are not the only person in the house that can
tell when someone is lying!"

Kelley looked startled, as most of his thoughts had been trying to untangle
the accusation his best friend had left him with earlier in the day.

"I may not come by my talent naturally, but I do have a few years
experience as a lawyer trying to spot them. And being a father helps."

Kelley raised his eyebrows in consideration of this, but still stared out
over the floor of his room. He wasn't sure what to tell his dad, because he
hadn't quite worked it out himself.

"Start at the beginning, son."  Hal said as he put his hand on his son's
naked back and rubbed it gently and soothingly.

The beginning.

The hand felt good. It was calming; but where the hell was the beginning in
this mess? And what exactly did he want to tell and not want to tell. Well,
the parts that he did not want to tell were the easiest to recognize, and
he built a fence around those.

"You know how we talked about my gift before, Dad? It's real. I've tried
it. I can see lies, and not just when people tell them, but when they want
to. And even when they don't realize it. And I can see other things too; I
think anything that tries to hide what a person is really like or really
means."

"Kelley," Hal began carefully, as he wasn't ready to dismiss things out of
hand, but was still careful in how he approached them. The law had taught
him to be both open minded and a skeptic, at the same time.  "A lot of
people are very good at reading faces and emotions. It's harder to hide
things than we think, or at least harder to control how we respond."

"I know, dad, but this seems different. I can see . . . . more. Like what a
person is actually like, as they say things or just show themselves. And
then sometimes, it's more intense than others."

"Ok, so let's say this is all . . .just so. What is it that's bothering
you?"

"Something Nate said this afternoon."

Hal waited for a while, but Kelley wasn't forthcoming.

"Kelley, do I HAVE to go get the pliers, pull your tongue out of your mouth
and wiggle it around to make you talk?"

Kelley smiled and even gave a small laugh.  "No, sir. . . . . . He said
. . . . . . I lied to myself about . . . . myself, about . . . . .me being
. . . . . . . . . . about me being OK."

"And that's what's bothering you?"

"Not really. Some maybe. But the second thing was, well, nobody can trick
me, catch me off guard if I'm paying attention. They can't lie to me, fool
me, or whatever, but what about me? Can I do it to me? I mean, if I'm
immune to everything, would I be immune to me too? So I really could fool
myself and never see it? Or could I just . . . . look in a mirror and see
it . . . . the truth I mean."

"Whoa."  Hal face had a look of surprise, and he put his arm around Kelley
and pulled him into a sort of hug.  "Kelley, that is a seriously intense
circular conundrum. It would boggle my mind at . . . . . not quite forty
. . . .ish . . . . . much less 12. Son, have you been sitting up here
trying to unravel the logic of those thoughts ever since you left us
downstairs?"

"Pretty much."

"Well . . . . . . I don't have a pat answer for you. But that kind of
thinking can drive you crazy. I think my answer is you have to have some
faith in how others see you, some belief in yourself and how you were
reared, and some awareness of the consequences of your actions and then
just seek the balance, and be willing to accept that you will never receive
THE answer."

Hal began a slow gentle side to side rock while holding his son, both of
them sitting there on the side of Kelley's bed. They stayed like that for
awhile, each contemplating the various directions that the answer could
take them, and both ending up satisfied with it - Hal satisfied that he
could provide some direction for his deeply introspective boy, and Kelley
happy that his father actually helped give his thoughts some structure in
which to find rest.

"What possessed Nathan to throw you that curve ball?"  Hal said
eventually. It didn't even seem like Nathan to be that philosophically
attuned to the hidden underpinnings of the trials of early adolescence for
a gifted youngster. Just bizarre.

"I don't know."  Kelley mumbled into his dad, "Maybe he ate a balanced
breakfast for a change."

Father and son had a laugh together before Kelley pulled away and sat back
up.

"Thanks, dad."

"Any time son. . . . . . . . So, did you try out the mirror thing?"

"No. Too freaked to."

"Yeah, I would be, too. Some more advice?"

"Yes, sir?"

"I think you can go without brushing your hair for a couple of days until
you forget about the mirror," his dad smiled at him, alleviating the
heaviness with a joke.

"No, because then mom would brush it for me."  Kelley would rather face the
existential mirror.

"Anything else, son?"

"Uhh . . . . . . . yeah."

"What is it, Kelley?"

"Dad . . . . . . um . . . . . . I'm not gay."

Hal laughed. He hadn't meant to; it just came out.  "I'm sorry Kelley, but,
uh, I have to say . . . . . concerning you . . . . . that thought never
even crossed my mind, even for the briefest of instances. What made you say
that?"

Kelley didn't answer right away. He put his hand over his stomach and tried
to will away a knot that was forming.  "Dad . . . . . I can't go like this
to that party this weekend!"

"Oh, son, has that been bothering you? Going to a party in your underwear
doesn't make you gay, at least not when you're just a boy. Hell, even all
the sex there has absolutely nothing to do with being gay. Most of those
boys, if not all of them, White or Blue, will grow up straight as arrows,
some with only the vaguest of memories of what they did, and hopefully most
without the hang-ups of having experimented when young. They'll at least
have fewer hang-ups than kids that didn't play around, I think. You cannot
get 'gay' just from playing around as a kid, and it doesn't mean you or any
other boy is gay if he does. OK?"

Kelley had listened and he nodded to acknowledge that he had heard his dad,
and for the most part he understood. He thought he agreed with his dad,
too. At least, he wanted to. It made sense, and it made him feel better in
some aspects, but in any aspects that were seriously bothering him at the
moment.

He hadn't been just 'playing around', and if he had, it seemed incongruous
with what he really wanted, though not so traumatic as to make him scream
out. He figured he was a little bit more messed up than his dad was
understanding him to be. But that still wasn't what he was trying to say.

"No, I understand dad, but I can't just go to that party like THIS."

"Ohhh, OK. I get it. Kelley, why the sudden embarrassment? It's not like
you to be . . . . I'm sorry, but just . . . silly . . . . about some boys
seeing you in your underwear. For goodness sakes, you even wear your
underwear to the door sometimes when you answer it!"

"Boxers, dad, it's not the same thing as these."

"You go skinny dipping with practically every boy in Indian Spring, as
well, and you have since you were old enough to be trusted on your own out
at the creek. And for that matter, we know you even went before then, when
you weren't old enough and weren't supposed to. You survived . . . . the
exposure I mean. What's going to be so much worse about being in your
underwear all night with a bunch of boys over at a friend's house?"

"I wouldn't exactly call Cal a friend, Dad; he's more interested in Ethan,
and this is a little more about 'sex', Dad, than just showing up in some
underwear."

"Yes, it's a bit unusual. I told you that from the beginning, and there was
opportunity earlier to change plans, but to bring this up at the last
moment, Kelley . . . . . granted there's still two days, well a day and a
half, before your mom and I have to leave . . . . so much is in place, and
a lot of people are depending on us . . . . .if you feel that strongly,
though . .. . . . .I guess we can-"

"No! Dad. You can't go changing the trip. It wouldn't be what you always
taught us about doing the right thing and responsibility and all
that. Going to the party isn't going to kill me. I'm not saying
. . . . . . . I'm not saying I don't want to go . . . . ."

"Are you nervous?"

"Yeah. Yeah, you could say that. Yeah. A little."

"Ahh, Kelley. You don't have to do anything there. Boys in White aren't
'required' to have sex with the Blue boys. They just can. You can just
watch, if you want; or even just leave the room. Whatever makes you more
comfortable. I know you want to watch out for your little brother, as well,
but Ethan will be fine. He's actually quite excited about it."

"Yeah, imagine that, Ethan excited about going to a party with a bunch of
boys in their underwear."

"Now Kelley, you be nice."

"Yes, sir."

"I remember my first White Party. I was just as nervous, son. A lot of
performance anxiety, and it wasn't even my first time to ----"

"Dad! Please."

Hal smiled.  "I'm just saying, it's normal. Relax, and just see how things
flow at the party, well, no pun intended . . . . "

"Oh, gross."

Hal laughed at Kelley's face.  "You'll see once the party starts. It will
be OK. And those boys in Blue know what's up before they get there. They
aren't being forced into anything; they're in the same agreed upon
subculture as the other boys. So you do not have to feel bad or guilty
about everyone, including yourself, having fun. OK?"

"Yes, sir. Got it."

Kelley sighed and fell back on his own bed, putting both hands over his
eyes and forehead. Hal took the gracious opportunity to look down and over
the whole length of his incredibly attractive son. He and Sylvie both were
used to, and usually tried to ignore, the inappropriate looks the boy
regularly garnered from men and women alike when he walked into a
restaurant, answered the door, went shopping, or did anything else in
public. It was constant.

But Hal realized, as he looked, just how perfect his son really was. Just
the right amount of muscle, the right amount of bone, the right amount of
fat, and all in the right places. He had the right amount of hardness, of
edge, of strength, and the right amount of softness, of curve, of form. If
you were to poll ten random people on the perfect 12 year old boy, you
would, of course, get 10 different answers. But then when you showed each
of them Kelley, they would say, 'Oh yes, you're right, that is so much
better.'

Kelley suddenly sat back up. He still seemed a bit frustrated.

"Was there something else, Kelley?

"Yes, sir," he said, sighing.

"Well, what is it?"

"I've been trying to tell you, Dad.  I can't . . . . go . . . . there
. . . . like . . . . this!"

"Kelley," now it was Hal sighing.

"I can't go there wearing THESE."

"Kelley, please, it's late . . . . "

"Dad, I can't go there . . . . . . wearing . . . . . WHITE
. . . . . underwear."

He got it out. He couldn't believe it. He actually said it. He actually put
it out there!! Well there was no taking it back now. He couldn't just very
well unsay it. It was out there. . . . . . . . . . . . oh shit! Was he sure
he knew what he was doing?

"Oh."

It was all that came out of Hal. A simple, short, unadulterated, shocked
surprise. Well.

He hadn't been expecting this.

Nope.

Definitely hadn't been expecting this one.

"Um, Kelley, are you sure?"

"Yes . . .dad . . . . I'm sure."

"W-well, I mean, um, m-maybe y-you, uh, just, uh, maybe y-you just, uh,
didn't, um, understand, uh, um, what it means, uh . . . ."

"No dad I get it. You can only wear White if you haven't had a boy slide
his hard d- . . . uh, penis . . . . up your hole, run it in and out a few
times, and squirt all his sperm and stuff in your butt. I get it."

Holy shit. Was his son serious? Had he let another boy do that?? Hal rarely
found himself lost for words. He had actually somewhat expected this
conversation one day with Ethan, though Ethan would probably be quite
excited about it; but not with Tuck. Not with Kelley.

Kelley meanwhile didn't know where the colorful sarcastic enthusiasm was
coming from. It was a little like being drunk; it was just so liberating to
admit it. But it was liberating because the reality of the after effects
hadn't quite set in.

"Yes, sir, I'm pretty damn Blue. In fact, I'll probably be the Bluest boy
at the party."

"Well, son . . . . uh . . . . there are no actual gradations of blue, it's
just Blue or White. Well, there's also a Gray, but that has to be parental
request, and there's different rules on that. But you know what, none of
that matters, uh, obviously this makes things, um, a little different. I
tell you what, your mom and I can arrange for you to stay with-"

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"What? Well, obviously, Kelley, things have changed. I'll figure out how to
get this straight . . . ."

"So," Kelley started, and his tone of voice almost sounded like he was
disappointed in his dad.  "It was all OK when I was in White and someone
else was in Blue? But now it's different?"

Hal sighed and felt both disappointed and ashamed. Ashamed that he had been
caught out in a hypocrisy by his son, after so many years of fighting it in
the courts, the legal system, the inner city projects, and the woods of
Indian Spring, and all over the state. He was ashamed his son had to point
that out. And he was disappointed. Disappointed that he could not, in fact,
would not, help his son get out of this.

"You're right, Kelley. You're right."  Hal grabbed his son's near upper leg
and massaged it. "I'm sorry you saw that . . . . hypocrisy . . . . [sigh]
. . . . . .You're still going to the party. You'll just . . . . . receive a
different perspective of it."

He smiled at the ending, not so much because he was making light of it, but
that he was proud of his son, and disappointed in himself. But Kelley
caught the half-intended innuendo and did try to turn the mood lighter.

"Yeah, I'll definitely be 'receiving' a different 'perspective'. Lots of
them, probably."

Father and son shared one more laugh together, however uncomfortable the
subject.

"I'll pick you up some blue underwear tomorrow. They'll be a bit more
. . . . revealing . . . .  than the white ones, I'm afraid. It won't be
bikini style, but they'll be low cut, no fly, and the material won't hide
as much as traditional double layer BVD cotton."

"Well, I guess I won't be in them much."  Kelley tried to say with some
levity.

"I've seen your rear end, Kelley, and . . . . . quite frankly I've seen how
you turn heads. I don't think you're going to be in them at all. At least
not while there's any remaining erections among the boys in White."

Shit. His uncustomary curse words were becoming too frequent of late, even
when he was just saying them to himself.  "Thanks, dad, for the uplifting
comments."

"Just want you to be prepared."  Hal sighed and then said, "Listen, we'll
talk more about this tomorrow. Get some sleep, if you can."








01:12 (same night, but early Thursday Morning)


Nathan Carlin woke up. It wasn't a groggy wake up, but right from
comfortable dream to comfortable awake.

He looked at the digital clock on the floor, next to the over-turned
bedside table. It was 01:12 in the morning. He couldn't have even slept a
full four hours, and it felt like he had slept all night.

He took stock of where he was, lying in Ezekiel Prosper's expensive and
very comfortable bed, on what used to be clean sheets, with one sheet
pulled over him; and underneath that sheet he was wrapped up in the warm
embrace of said Ezekiel Prosper.

He had never felt better in his life. He stretched a little and felt the
sweet life of relaxed muscles rejuvenated flow through him and MAN it felt
good. Damn was he ever well-fucked last night! Thank god his parents had
gone out to a movie after dinner on a 'date'; the room was a shambles. They
had actually broken a few things and put a dent or two in the sheet rock.

Nathan smiled as he remembered the whole night. He had waited until Nathan
fell asleep before he could pull his stuffed rectum off the eager dick and
get some sleep himself, but it had been the most wondrous and magical time
they had ever spent together, and the sex - the sex was
. . . . . . literally incredible.




6:46 pm

At first, when he was shoved against the wall, his fear level had
spiked. He didn't know why, but this new Zeke, this different Zeke, he was
scary, and perhaps that was what drove him into the first part of the sex
frenzy with such gusto. No sooner had the scary, deeper, hungry voice
whispered a death knell in his ear, than Zeke's mouth moved seductively
over Nathan's, forcing it open and began kissing it with fervor. But there
was also something deeper, something that was ferocious and intimate all at
the same time.

As the boy kissed him and kept him pressed against the wall, he found
himself responding back, pushing against those lips, fighting with that
tongue, gasping desperate breaths in breaks that were two short and too
long apart for any normal person to breath, and their otherwise forced
gasps through their noses amplified the animal-like sounds of a frantic
feeding.

Nathan grasped first the face of his attacker and then wrapped his hands
around that head, running them rough and harsh through the short hair to
pull that wild animal into a tighter and noisier and more urgent
liplock. He practically tried to climb up and around the boy that was
squeezing the very life out of him, so tight he had him against the wall.

Zeke had somehow gotten Nathan's zipper and button undone and the pants
were dropping down his legs, though the boy didn't know how, as every part
of his body could feel a corresponding part of the older boy grinding him
into the wall. He kept his whole being focused on crawling into that mouth
and fucking that tongue with his whole body, so intense was the exchange of
lips, tongue and face.

He dint realize or know how, but Nathan had gotten his pants off by
stepping up out of them and then used all the strength he could possibly
muster to shove the aggressive boy back only a few inches, but enough to
grab hold of the boy's pullover and T-shirt and thrust both of them up at
the same time and off the quickly thrown up arms and head, ignoring the
unmistakable sound of ripping, leaving long tracks of scratches from the
fingernails, as Zeke repeated the same to Nathan's T-shirt before shoving
the smaller boy hard against the wall, the back of his head even causing a
crack in the sheet rock. It all went unfelt as the only thing Nathan
noticed next were those lips pressed against his, followed by the whole
body of the boy craving contact of it's own.

Nathan's lower half escaped with one leg pushing back and then around
Zeke's stronger frame, wrapping itself tightly, encouraging the younger boy
to use all hands, arms and legs to climb up the attacker's body and pull
the vicious lust of a kiss harder against him, his back still pinned to the
wall and sustained by the forward pressure of the urgency to fuck every
square inch of body all at once.

Suddenly Zeke pulled the boy now wrapped around him, tight and away from
the wall, one hand holding the boy's back and the other snaking under the
boy's butt and across his cotton underwear-clad cheeks and grasping the
material and literally ripping it away from the tender, soft, unblemished
flesh. The sudden startle of the motion caused Nathan to bite down on
Zeke's tongue, drawing a little blood, but Zeke just responded by shoving
his tongue even further back in, wrestling hard against his delicious
opponent. Nathan sucked ferociously on that invader and gripped the back of
Zeke's head tighter, pulling the short hairs by their roots.

Zeke immediately grasped the boy's now available ass cheek, one finger
dipping roughly into the crack that was obviously now accessible, and
opened and inviting. The tip of the middle finger grazed the anal muscles
and caused Nathan to simultaneously try to push back against the
tantalizing potential invader and pull himself even tighter against the
boy, a body language that screamed acquiescence to getting fucked, well and
truly taken and fucked!!

In a desperate attempt to get to the bed, they bumped into the bedside
table and heard something fall and break, but undeterred Zeke just roughly
kicked the bedside table out of the way. His hand was squeezing one of
Nathan's asscheeks hard, and the finger had gotten hold of one side of the
now pliant anus and was pulling hard to the side of one cheek wall in the
crack; Nathan was responding with a firmer hold on the boy's back, digging
his nails into the skin and muscle underneath.

Zeke threw the boy down on the bed, ripped Nathan's underpants off the rest
of the way, and reached into his pants at the same time, pulling out a tube
of Vaseline. He bent over and sucked out the boy's innie belly button,
causing him to squeal and squirm with tortuous delight, all the while
loosening his own pants enough to open the tube and grease up his leaking
iron rod. While he was doing this, he further distracted Nathan by licking
up to one nipple and swirling it harshly before sucking it to the point of
almost causing pain, except by this point both boys' pain receptors were
feeding directly into the pleasure centers of their brains.

He was practically chewing on the tender nipple before he left it and
traveled back down the body, immediately going down on the full, but
hairless nuts, taking both into his mouth at once and sucking hard, causing
a sudden lurching off the bed and a loud yelp. At the same time Nathan
pulled away, feeling an almost separation of nuts and scrotum from his body
that caused him to accelerate precipitously to a near-orgasm.

"FUUCCKK!!"  He screamed out as this happened, but took one of his hands
and clasped the back of Zeke's skull tight enough to crack a billiard ball
as he pushed the head down and still tried to pull away, putting more
strain on his nutsack and trying to crawl closer to that promising yet, out
of reach, but oh so DESPERATELY needed orgasm!

Zeke almost violently knocked the boy's hands away from his head and came
off the nuts and went straight down on the dick, sucking and using tongue
action on that primed and exquisitely tensed underside of the 3 1/2 inch
erection.

"GYYAHHHH .. . .. . NYYYAAUUUNNHHHH . . .. . . FFFUUUHHHH!!!!AAGGGHHH
. .. NNNGGGGYYYAHH. . . . . .SUCK-NNNYYYYYAAAAUUUUHH . ..  .MMM . ..
MMMNNHH. .. . . . .SWALLOW ---{grtted teeth: DAMMMIIT!! } -
SWALL_NNYYAAAGHHHHHHH . . . ."


Nathan was screaming through the most intense orgasm of his young life,
five times more soul-ripping than the next one in line, as he held down the
brown-haired head and ejaculated what felt like a week's worth of clear cum
that Zeke actually greedily ate and then sucked hard for more, for which he
was dutifully rewarded. There were few things he like better than draining
Nathan's dick for him and knowing that he was swallowing part of the
boy. It was like everything made in those hairless balls was made only for
him to partake.

As the blond boy began to collapse fast from the fall of the world's
highest orgasm, Zeke pulled himself up, bent back the boy's legs, pulled
the body and slammed the younger boy's ass into his lower abdomen. Nathan
was groggy and weak like he had been tortured three days straight and could
provide no resistance to what the older boy wanted. And what Zeke
frantically wanted was to be in that ass, so he could pump it, pump it HARD
and ride it through the night.

As he reached down with his mouth, hegrabbed the sore nipple that only
increased the post-orgasmic torture of the boy below him - that part where
the too tender becomes the painful/pleasure that can literally just drive
you insane; but Nathan was too feeble to even register complaint against
the aggressive and horny, stockier and stronger boy, Zeke pushed the boys
hips downward, legs still obscenely drawn back like a whore in need of hard
cash and lined his throbbing lubed cock at the teased portal and filled the
well with his slobbering dickhead. At the slightest give, he pushed through
and ran his dickshaft over 4 inches deep straight to the hilt and embedded
it as far as it could go without breaking the boy's buttbone.

"YAAAGHHnnnnngggyyaaAAHHHfffffffffffUUUCCKKK!!!"

It was Nathan yelling again, but his scream only drowned out the cries of
his lover as he buried his bone in the best pussy he would ever, EVER
have. He immediately pulled it back two inches and slammed it home again
and set up a rhythm of mercilessly fucking the poor boy into oblivion.

Zeke moved off the sore teat and up to the neckline where he bit hard as he
slammed home brutally enough that both would feel it the next day, yet
answering the younger boy's calls to be fucked harder and even
harder. Nathan would have three or four hickeys in the morning from just
that one long pent up fuck, though Zeke could never understand how he made
it last so long; but he had also never had Nathan's legs wrapped around him
so tightly before, as he fucked the precious ass.

Eventually he filled that rectum with his millions of sperm and what felt
like semen by the cupful. It was another of the greatest feelings in the
world to Zeke, the moment when he could shoot his sperm, actual sperm,
knowing everything that a sperm did and meant, actual sperm he made in his
own precious boy balls that he put deep into the rectum of the boy he
loved, and placed it there in a way so loving and intimate that it was
without parallel in this world.

As he pulled out, he climbed up further on the bed and once again leaned
down to take the boy's mouth into his own and share a kiss, somewhat more
restrained, but a ravishing level that still most adults rarely or never
even got to.

Zeke eventually broke the long kiss, tapering off slowly by ever decreasing
kisses.

"Oh geez, Nate, I love you so much [kiss], your so fucking beautiful
[kiss], crawl up on the bed, love, I wanna take you from behind."

Zeke was obviously drunk from the passion of the evening, and the back of
Nathan's mind did register this, but he was hitting the same bottle, and he
wanted everything Zeke wanted. Nathan pulled his naked body farther up on
the bed and rolled over and presented his magnificent, clean nakedness to
the conqueror who was already at his behind.

Scarcely had Nathan made himself fully available in the desired position,
and Zeke had drunk in the site of the whole of him, forever seared on his
young brain and enough in itself to almost make him swoon, that the larger
12 year old's dick was back fully engorged, its head wandering the luscious
crack and soon pressing onward and seeking entrance into the tight warm
sheath of Nathan's rectum.

This fuck was slower and more deliberate than the first, and Nathan sighed
as he felt himself filled with the warm, thicker and hard rod of his
lover's proof of desire. He rocked both into the bed beneath and back onto
the probing, gently pistoning dick of young Ezekiel Prosper.

Zeke meanwhile was adding to the collection of hickies on the boy who was
panting his way to a second orgasm below him. It was everything combined
that was driving Nathan on toward his climax: the rocking of the embraced
bodies into the soft but firm mattress, the full skin contact along his
back, the more dominant boy kissing and sucking at the back of his neck -
and, of course, the feel of hard dick sliding across his hole, massaging
the whole of his anal muscles on its continuous rhythm in and out of his
rectum.

He turned his head to the side and caught their profile in the mirror,
himself completely naked, except for socks, and laying face down on the
bed, his butt hunched up and pushing back into the gorgeous boy slowly and
lovingly, but most assuredly, fucking him. The boy on top was naked above
the waist, his jeans only partially down, teasingly revealing just two
thirds of his well rounded rump as it moved up and down to pump the rectum
of the boy below.

The scene in the mirror was about the hottest that Nathan thought he could
ever see. It easily even trumped watching Kelley get fucked. The jeans
being only partially down over those delicious melons just served to
accentuate one of Zeke's best features, his literally scrumptious and
delectable ass.

Nathan couldn't help but hit his stride early and started to collapse into
yet another orgasm from heaven. As he did so, his anal muscles contracted
and milked a large load of additional warm sperm to fill his butt and
brought Zeke into a groaning and breathtaking orgasm himself, fully
collapsing on the boy beneath him for several minutes until each could
gather enough senses to recompose themselves.

As they slowly pulled away from each other, Ezekiel pulled his pants and
underwear down and off the rest of the way, and both boys pulled off their
socks. They faced each other sitting with their legs crossed briefly before
Zeke motioned Nathan closer and directed him to sit in his lap. They were
then face to face, with Nathan's arms and legs locked around Zeke's body.

They smiled and looked somewhat abashed, hardly able to even look each
other in the eye. They had never had sex so wild with unbridled passion and
lust, nor so tender with the undisguised trap of love.

Nathan opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Zeke leaned
in and once again sealed his lips with his own. This kiss was much more
tender, more sweet, but just as prolonged.

Finally the boys broke their most caring kiss to date, even though they had
only rarely experimented with it before.

"I like this," Zeke said, "we really should do this more."

"Which part," Nathan almost laughed. The wild sex had been fun, but it was
a little like getting beat up.

"The kissing. It's nice. I really like it. And it's something we can do
easy in lots of places."

Nathan was a little taken aback. Just what were Zeke's future plans? How
close was he really wanting them to become?

"And holding each other naked," Zeke said, continuing.  "I want to do that
more. Not even necessarily have sex, just get naked like this and close. I
really like it."

"Yeah, me too," Nathan agreed, resting his head against Zeke and running
his hand along the more muscular chest - well, muscular for 12.

"But not the kissing?"

"I like that, too."  Nathan paused before going on.  "What brought all this
on, Zeke?"

The boy shrugged and then said, "After all the fucking and blow jobs and
having fun we were doing, I guess I was finally feeling more comfortable
with doing things with a boy, finding it easier to admit I was staring at
boys on the sly because I liked them as much as girls. Then I started
realizing I didn't just like your body Nate, didn't just 'like'
you. . . . . I wanted to do more. I wanted to try something I read about."

"What?"  Nathan asked, almost tense, waiting for the shoe to drop and not
wanting to end this tender moment, where he was spending more time just
enjoying the feel of every accessible part of naked Zeke.

Zeke leaned in and kissed him tenderly again before answering. The kiss
went on for more than a minute before he broke it and softly said, "I
wanted to make love to you."

"Is that what we've done?"

"I don't know. I think so. Whatever it was, I really liked it."

"So that first part, where we beat each other up, broke your furniture, put
holes in the wall, and ripped our clothes. That was making love?"

"Mmmm, well, maybe that was the way psychotic lions do it," Zeke joked,
getting a laugh and a short tender kiss out of the boy.

"And now?"

"This is the way we do it. Whenever we want to make love, instead of just
fucking."

"Fucking's cool too, though."  Nathan said. He could never use so many
'dirty' words around Tucker. It was sort of fun - and a little sexy.

"Hell yeah it is. Do you know how great a body you got, Nate?"

"Not me, you should see Duncan, or Tucker."

"I don't want to see them. You're fucking gorgeous, Nate."

Nathan frowned a bit. He didn't have a problem with being gay, after all,
that's who he was. But he didn't want to be compared to girls. He was a
boy.

"I'm not a girl, Zeke."

"Sure the hell aren't," Zeke said smiling.  "You're not girl-gorgeous,
dopey. You're boy-gorgeous. There's a big difference. Trust me, I would
know. I like them both."  As he talked he caressed the right nipple, the
one that wasn't sore, and lightly brushed it to a stiff hardness, noting
the change in the boy's breathing. He ran his hands down the front and
sides of the boy, murmuring, "Fucking gorgeous, totally, completely
beautiful."

Nathan was getting more turned on by the moment. Both boys looked down
between them and saw a pair of engorging dicks, very rapidly rising to a
state of total erection. Zeke ran his hand down Nathan's back and over his
buttocks.

"These tasty rumps aren't too sore, are they?"

Nathan smiled and shook his head as he leaned up and forward, reaching
backward between his legs to position Zeke's hard dick once again at the
entrance of his love canal and slowly sat back into the boy's lap. Unlike
the last two times, this insertion actually felt like the old first-time
manipulations - first hand job, first blow job, first fuck, all of which
produced a smothering sensation of delight around the whole of the penis
and along the anal wall in a way that couldn't be duplicated; and it
clouded the mind so that the best intentions toward speech could only be
slurred as the near drug like effects of sex took over.

Nathan felt more than aroused as the re-hardened dick began to insert
itself and then flow into to him. He closed the distance and once again
pulled a more than willing Zeke into a slow and passionate kiss. Nathan
rocked into the boy, as Zeke calmly pumped his butt with love and relish,
taking all the time in the world to feel and enjoy the sensation and taste
of the tongue and the lips, the coarseness of an erect nipple across his
thumb, the caress of one soft stomach against the smooth, tightened muscles
of the other's abdomen.

This, finally, was actually 'making love', and they both realized and
became one with the act innately. It was prolonged by, but certainly no
less diminished by, the earlier orgasms. In fact, it felt to both as if
they were being progressively sexually stimulated across most, if not all,
of their erogenous zones for the first time in several days. The sensation
of a full, unabated recharge with the time course of a reluctant depletion.

"Is this . .. . .unnngh . . . . . ma-mmmnnnghhuuh . . . .ma . . .. . making
. . ..  .love?"

Nathan said as gentle moans of pure physical fulfillment of pleasure rolled
through him and his breathing went awry and of it's own precipitous
accord. The boys kissed again before Zeke could answer, as if he could
answer at that incredible inebriating moment.

When the ultimate dual orgasm came, it was not a screaming peak, but a
tidal wave of slow powerful force that wash them clean. They came
. . . they sighed . . . . they rested, Nathan remaining fully impaled, in
each others arms, enjoying the post-coital feelings of love, safety, and
physical touch and togetherness.

"I think that was making love."  Zeke finally said, still out of breath and
kissing the skin of the boy's neck and the side of his face.  "I love you
Nathan Carlin."






That had all been several hours ago. But still fresh in Nathan's mind.



When they were done cuddling, Zeke had laid him down gently and kissed him
down the length of his body, including his penis and balls, though without
any attempt to suck them. On his way back up, he laid himself prone atop
the boy and again began to kiss him on the mouth. It was as though Zeke had
been a starved man, with an endless stomach and a free buffet at a chef's
competition. He couldn't get his fill.

"Zeke," Nathan started, as he finally pulled away and rolled the boy off of
him and on to their sides facing each other. As he stared at the handsome
god-like boy that he couldn't believe he had been so fortunate to meet,
much less know, and even much less love, or at least make love to, he
looked down the body and back up, taking in even the smiling boy's repose,
as he rested on one elbow, obtusely, across the bed so that the underarm
just cleared the sheets and showed the few brown hairs there that bespoke
of the incipient but real ability to produce cum, cum which had flooded the
insides of another boy many times.

This one sight, that vision of those few brown curly hairs, was
unbelievably getting Nathan excited all over again. But he quelled it, or
tried to, despite the slow rise in his dick, to ask his more important
question:

"Zeke, what did you mean when you said you love me?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"Well, I know it wasn't just your body. I mean I love it, of course. I've
been inside you enough and on you enough that you know I love your body."

Nathan blushed, but the boy went on:

"It was you, though, Nate, you were what I wanted to make love to tonight,
not your body. I just wasn't sure how I was supposed to go about it. I mean
. . . I've never done it. I didn't really know what to do, just that I
wanted to. And the more I thought about, the hungrier I got for you. I
don't know how to explain it. It's like I had to go through you to get to
you, you know. I don't know how I really made it through dinner without
throwing you down on the table and doing it right there."

Nathan smiled and shook his head, impulsively reaching out a finger to
trace the smiling lips of the boy he was falling IN love with.

"Well, anyway. I know I like a boy's body. You helped me feel OK about
that, and . . . . well, maybe more than just OK. I know I can actually love
another boy's body and have fun and nothing bad happens. But I feel
different about you than I ever have a boy, and I guess it's like what I
always thought I might feel about a girl, but maybe different than that,
too."

"Like a boyfriend."

Zeke was still uncomfortable with that term, and the shift in his body
language showed it, but then there was something more:

"I don't know . . . . maybe," he mumbled, before adding much more clearly,
"No, no that's not it. That's . . . . . not really good enough."

Again Nathan smiled. And Zeke smiled with him and leaned in and pecked him
on the lips. But then he looked more serious and said, "Nate, I don't know
how long I will feel this way about you. Honestly, when I get older, maybe
I really will like girls better. To be honest, you're the only boy I like
more than girls, not that I don't notice what a guy's got, but . . . . ."

He tried to make it light at the end, his attempt to explain his dilemma of
uncertainty and curb the unknown expectations of the boy that he was pretty
sure he wanted to continue to love. It was all, honestly, a bit
overwhelming. Fortunately they were interrupted by the phone ringing, and
Zeke got up to answer it.

Nathan watched the pendulous dick swing as Zeke climbed over him to get out
of bed and walk to his bedroom door. As he did so, Nathan turned and
watched the slight independent jiggle of each asscheek as he moved, hiding
the fact that that very ass had been bent over, spread and fucked several
times itself. Not tonight, obviously, but many more times before tonight.

Anyone chancing to see Ezekiel Prosper's fine 12 year old bottom in the
locker room would remark on it, inwardly or outwardly, accepting or denying
the allure, that it was indeed a very fine ass and an exceptional display
of a 12 year old boy. Not a soul would guess that it was anything but
virginal.

All Nathan saw was a cute boy he was lucky to know. And if he only loved
him for the season, it was more than he had hoped at the beginning of the
summer. He tried to smile on that and got up to get a shower while Zeke
walked downstairs naked to answer the phone.




"Mind if I joined you?"

Nathan jumped, startled when he felt Zeke come in. The hot water had been
so relaxing, so restorative that he had let it take him away from all his
thoughts. It had let him just concentrate on his body, on the memories of
what had happened, and he had lost sense of place and time - just peace and
harmony and happiness, until jolted back to reality.

"Good idea, Nate, I could use a wash, too. And . . . . uh . . . . . I like
showering with oth-uh, with you."

Nathan laughed "Yeah, and other boys."

Zeke smiled guiltily and shrugged, "Yeah, all right, so it was my favorite
activity at camp last year."

"Who was on the phone?"

"My parents. Movie's over. They're going out for 'ice cream' and will be
back late. Told them that we were going to bed and don't bother us."

"Cool."

Zeke didn't protest as Nathan washed his body for him. It took him back to
his favorite fantasies when he had been at camp and tried to jerk off in
his bunk without anybody hearing him.

When they got back to bed, they were both so tired that they were only
interested in going to sleep, but Nathan smelled so clean and fresh that
Zeke became aroused once again. He regreased his penis and slipped the head
down along the crevice between Nathan's cheeks.

"Nate," he whispered in the boy's ear, "Let me stick it in, please, just
ease it in and leave it and go to sleep inside you?"

Nathan felt the boy's penis enter his butt from behind, as the stronger
arms wrapped around him and held him tight. Nathan had to gasp and hold
back his own horniness, coupled with some discomfort back there, as the
hard penis inserted itself further when Zeke readjusted his body to flow
around the boy, and nuzzled the back of the boy's neck.

Nathan loved the evening, perhaps the best ever in his short life, but his
poor anal cavity needed a rest, and he could not sleep like this. Still, he
had a big smile on his face knowing that it was Zeke's bigger penis that
was back there holding him open, and he was additionally just relishing the
feel and comfort of Zeke's protection.

When he felt the warm exhalations on the back of his neck slow and
establish a rhythm that suggested his knight in beautiful and strong naked
armor had finally fallen asleep, Nathan slowly and cautiously pulled
himself up and forward until the still erect penis was free of his anal
glove and then settled back down, as he felt it slide under and poke the
back of his balls.

He held the arms tighter that were wrapped around him and smiled broadly.

Now - He could go to sleep.





01:14 am

Again Nathan smiled and snuggled down into the arms of the boy that had
given him both the wildest and sweetest night of his life, all wrapped up
in one. But his slight stretch had awakened Zeke as well.

"Mmmmm, you smell nice," came a sleepy moan into the back of Nathan's head.

Nathan just smiled and pulled the boy's arms around him tighter, just like
he had shortly before falling asleep.

"And your butt feels so nice," Zeke added, also sleepily as he stretched a
little as well, causing his groin to press into the now well-acquainted
posterior of the cute blond boy.

Nathan giggled at that and then even gasped a little as he felt the fingers
of Zeke's left hand idly rub, pinch and massage his right nipple.

"I really do love you, Nathan Carlin."  Zeke's voice was almost dreamy,
other worldly, and suggested its owner was in the process of falling back
into a deep and pleasant sleep.

But the words haunted Nathan now. He was awake, and what had been an
acceptance of a pleasurable summer and possibly no more, now weighed
heavier on his conscious. Even Zeke admitted the near future could change
for both of them.

Was that really love?

Was that really something worth what he was doing? Hoping? Expecting?

Was he getting too close for what may be too painful in the end?

It was the last question that really got him. That bothered him more than
anything. He really did love Zeke, and was fairly certain that he could
love Zeke, but even the thought of the pain of ending made him feel
sick. He couldn't take that. And what if the answer was to pull away, so
that he could have fun and still be somewhat happy, but not be too hurt?

But if pulling away caused them to drift away . . . .  and what if that
tore them apart when there really may not have been any ending if he
hadn't?

Nathan was getting sicker by the moment just thinking about it. Suddenly he
felt a wave of nausea hit, and he jumped up and out of bed and ran to the
bathroom. He didn't get far, though, since the bedside table was still
knocked over on to the floor and he hit it at a sprint, falling to the
floor with a loud thud, a jarring vibration to the room, and an 'uummpphh'
that sounded as though he should have had the breath knocked out of him.

He pushed himself back up and made it into Zeke's bathroom and to the
toilet just before he threw up whatever was left of dinner that hadn't made
it past his stomach. Obviously he had woken up Zeke completely, who
followed the boy into the bathroom, flipping on all the lights to avoid
tripping himself.

He looked down at the naked boy bent over the toilet, who was looking like
he might throw up again.

"Dammit, Nate, are you pregnant? Cause I really can't handle that right
now."

Nate laughed, thankful for the small joke to distract his thoughts. The
nausea that had hit receded somewhat, but he was staying poised at the
toilet, just in case it wasn't over. He was on his knees and leaning
against the rim and hugging the bowl practically, leaving his pert bottom
angled and jutted out on display toward Zeke. Nathan's knees were spread
for balance, which allowed Zeke the prefect opportunity to admire the part
in his crack, revealing an unobstructed view to his still greased and used
hole. There was a rim of dark pink and some puffiness left to suggest the
sheer number of couplings, two of them being rather rough.

'Wow,' Zeke thought to himself, a little concerned for Nate, 'Did I do
that?'

"Are you OK, Nate?"

"Uh, yeah, just felt a little sick, and uh . . . .I don't know. I'll be
fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, yeah, just . . . . uh . . . . . go on back to bed. I'm just gonna
stay like this a few more moments, just to be sure it's gone."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere while you're feeling like this. Hey, um, does
your butthole hurt any?"

"What is going on in here? Ezekiel?"

"MOM !!"