Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2011 01:17:26 +0100 (BST)
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring 26c

Kids of Indian Spring
By Jonas Henley

Chapter 26c
Tail of Two Cities
The Evening:  The Track of a Storm


'It was the spring of hope,
it was the winter of despair'

Thursday, 22 June 1995
4:45 pm
The unincorporated area of Indian Spring

"So Dad, why didn't you tell me about that sooner?"  Kelley asked his
father, referring to the Dawson Exclusion and the story that Mrs. Headley
had related.

[The longer story can be read in a separate folder entitled Mackey Tails,
under the title of The Dawson Exclusion.]

"To be honest, son, I only remembered it the other day when I checked with
Jonathan Brewer to see who was in Cal's scout troop and who was coming to
the White Party. When he told me initially that Bennett Mackey might go,
something kicked in, and I remembered the Dawson Exclusion.  But then I
realized it didn't matter."

"Didn't matter! Didn't matter? Dad, if Bennett Mackey or Chris Corbin do
show up, by the rules, I can't say no. Then if they fuck . . . . sorry, I
know, language, but come on . . . if they do it, then I have to go to the
Choosing. And I know a few Mackeys that would like to see me as a bottom!"

"Relax, Kelley, Relax. Number one, they are the only Mackey's in Troop 9, I
checked. And they are Tenth Kinset Mackeys, which by the laws I set with
Bart --- that are still in effect, by the way --- no Tenth Kinset Mackey
can induce a Near Spring non-Mackey into anal sex, EVEN at a White
Party. They would, in fact, be the only ones you could refuse."

"Well, that's good to know to."  Kelley said, calming somewhat, but
realizing he really needed more information on these rules and by-laws,
which were starting to sound a lot more like 'by-the-way' laws. He was
additionally, blushing after his dad specifically referred to 'anal sex';
he liked it a lot better when they simply talked around the action that
would take place inside Kelley's bum, rather than directly conjure up
images of it.

"And Number Two," his dad continued, "the Dawson Exclusion is a lesser
known corollary that hasn't, to my knowledge, been used in the almost
thirty years since it was established and might only be fully remembered by
a few adults that don't care anymore."

"Maybe," Kelley said, "But it's why Sean Dawson won't move here with his
son until he's 13."

"Well," Hal said, visibly more uncomfortable, all of a sudden, "uh, of
course it would be on Sean's mind.  He had something of a regular reminder
for a while that made it hard to forget."

Ah geez, Kelley thought. Gross. And he sure hoped that word 'hard' wasn't
meant as an intended pun. Fortunately his dad moved on from this historical
anecdote.

"And anyway, Number 3, nobody else knows about you being a bottom, except
you, me, Casey, Cal, and Jonathan Brewer."

"You told Cal and Mr. Brewer??"

"Kelley, I had to. These parties are determined by the number of Blue
boys. These rules are different from the Scout campouts. At parties, you
can only have three Whites per Blue and one White per Grey."

"Grey?"

"Grey is a bottom boy allowed to refuse any specific request, so long as he
fills a specific quota, like once or twice per day. But the rules state
only one Grey per family."

"So, I could have gone as a Grey?"

"Oh, uh . . . . . Kelley, I'm sorry . . . . the whole Grey thing slipped my
mind. I was in a bit of a shock when you told me. But I already registered
you as a Blue, so the Grey option is out on this one. But you could go as a
Grey to the next White Party."

"There's a next !!???"

"Well, no, I mean, there will be. I'm only saying that you could, if you
wanted to."

"Dad, why would I want to go to another one of these parties??"

"I know. Stupid thought. Have some patience with me; I don't have prior
experience thinking about it from the other side of the color option. To me
White Parties always meant something different . . . ."

"Please!"  Kelley said quickly, throwing up a hand like a policeman halting
traffic, "No details!"

Hal laughed.  "OK, no worries. I don't actually want to give any. The
important thing is, Cal cannot tell anyone, and you won't know these boys,
so no one else will know about you being a bottom, except Casey."

"And Cal."  Kelley said miserably.

"And Cal," his dad sympathized, at least as best as he could.

"And the other boys . . . ."  Kelley mumbled, thinking about all the boys
who had already used his backside, but let his dad think he was just
referring to the Boy Scouts from out in the County that would be at the
party. The problem was, at some point, and probably in high school, as he
got older and expanded his worldview beyond Sweetwater, Coolspring, and
Indian Spring, he was going to run into these boys socially. And that would
always put him at a disadvantage. No matter how those boys turned out, good
or bad, they would still know that at some point they had fucked Kelley up
the ass. And he had let them.

A gross shiver ran down his spine as he thought about it. There had to be a
way out of this.

[Internal sigh]

There wasn't.

But something else was troubling the boy as well.  "Hey dad, Mr. Brewer
would know if some Mackeys from outside of Cal's troop were going right?"

"Don't be paranoid, Kelley. Why would they do that? And yes Mr. Brewer
would know. Cal was given specific instructions that no one outside his
troop could be invited."

"Are Hinton, Kevin and Sean in his troop?"

"No. Well, actually, there was a split in the troop. Troop 68A and Troop
68B. Neither troop wanted to be 'Troop 69', so they are still waiting for
the state association to approve a different number."

"Why wouldn't they want to be Troop 69?"

"Um," Hal stumbled on this answer. At least his boy wasn't THAT sexually
inducted.  "It's an, uh, unlucky number in Scouts, Kelley."

"Oh . . . but you mean there could be Mackeys in Troop 68B who might be
coming?"

"I was specific with Jonathan about only Troop 68A, and he confirmed
that. I am a lawyer Kelley. It's what I do."

"And Cal's a weasel. It's what he does."

"Do you want me to call Amos or Jebediah to find out?"

"No, Hayden must have just thought his brother and Jason's brothers were
going. He probably doesn't know the troop was split."

"He probably doesn't," Hal agreed. "The troop split was after he was
already out, and the initial invite did go out to Troop 68. Jonathan said
he called and corrected everyone so that they knew it would only be
68A. But I can still call Jebediah or Amos."

"No! I don't want this spread around anymore. Don't talk to any more
adults."  Kelley said, but then he noticed something, something he had
noticed when his dad had said something about no one else knowing. He
hadn't exactly told the truth.

"You told somebody!"  Kelley accused him.

"Now, Kelley, it was only Seamus . . ."

"You told Uncle Seamus!!! Nooo, dad! Why??!!"

"What's all the yelling about in here?"  Sylvie asked as she walked into
the office.

"He told Uncle Seamus!! Why don't you just tell Uncle Phil! Or Uncle
Michael!"

"Kelley, quit being dramatic, that isn't you."

"And why not?"  Sylvie stepped in on Kelley's side. "I don't think he's
being overly dramatic. Our child deserves some right to outrage. Hal! How
could you! We talked about this, it's Kelley's right to choose who gets
this information."

"Well . . . . I had to talk to someone! I'm glad you can take this all in
stride, Sylvie, but I can't! I'm sorry, I'm trying, but I needed to talk
with a friend, a friend who's been there --- well, sort of there --- and
can understand how I'm trying to wrap my mind around this . . . this side
of things . . . and do right by my son. I am sorry, but I also need some
support. I figured better Seamus than Michael, since Seamus doesn't live
here, and Michael being his godfather."

"Michael may have been better, because of that," Sylvie said quietly,
putting an arm around Kelley, alarmed to see his eyes wet with
tears. Kelley hardly ever cried.  "After all, Seamus is a gregarious
fellow, Hal."

"Seamus is a good man who loves you, Kelley. He would never think anything
bad about you. He already thinks you're the most amazing kid in creation,
after his own boys, of course. Well, and after Ethan."

"But I didn't want Uncle Seamus to know, dad. I don't want him to think
every time he looks at me, there goes my . . . . whatever I am to him
. . . . who went and got himself screwed by a bunch of boys."

Sylvie couldn't help it, but something about the ridiculousness of actually
hearing her son say that caused her to start laughing. She tried to turn
her head and stifle it, but she found when she did her body only wanted to
laugh harder. Some brain cell in Kelley's adolescent mind told him he
should be angry about this, that he should yell at them that they just
didn't care about him, that he should run out of the office, maybe throw
something, and slam some doors.

But Kelley never had much interest in that brain cell. THAT really was too
much drama. Instead, he saw that his mom finding this funny was so abnormal
that . . . . that it was actually funny. And he too began to
laugh. Laughter is infectious and it wasn't long before all three were in
the office laughing at each other and the whole bizarre, implausible
situation. After a long arduous emotionally charged day, which,
fortunately, was coming to a close, despite a whole new chapter being
opened up for Kelley tomorrow, they all three needed the laugh.

"What's so funny?"  Ethan asked from the doorway, but walked away puzzled
when they instead broke out in laughter again. He shook his head and left.

The laughter died down and the three became slightly more serious again,
each having to wipe their eyes having laughed so hard.

"I am sorry, Kelley. I really am."

"I guess I understand, Dad. And I guess if I really didn't want anyone to
know about it, then I shouldn't have done it to start with."

It was true, and everyone knew, so Hal and Sylvie didn't bother to point it
out.

"If it makes you feel any better, Kelley. I didn't talk to him over the
phone. I went by the house on my way into the capital for some business,
and I talked with him in his office. It's soundproofed and nowhere near
Indian Spring."

Kelley smiled. His dad was grasping, but at least he was trying. Uncle
Seamus' home office was famously impervious to eavesdropping; but it wasn't
soundproofed, at least not by traditional means. Seamus Lanham had set up
the magical wards himself under the floor in a perfect circle outlined in
the carpet. Additionally there were wards and runes in the corners for a
completely separate layer of protection. Nobody, by any technical or other
means had ever been able to eavesdrop a conversation held there, even if
they were standing out in the hall.

Not even Kelley (but that was only because he knew it was impolite to
eavesdrop. He could still hear every word.)

But that wasn't really the point. All the same, Kelley let it go. What was
done, was done.

Ethan meanwhile walked into the kitchen to find Ashton sniffing empty pots
and pans, putting some on the counter and some back in the cabinets. What
did it say about a family when the hypersexual, almost-11 years old, gay
son found himself to be the 'normal' child?

"Doorbell," Ashton said without even looking up from a frying pan that he
had actually licked.

"Eww."  Ethan said, but nevertheless went to the door to answer it, with
the doorbell starting to ring just as he was walking up. He no longer
questioned or doubted Ashton's pronouncements about visitors at the
door. Ethan swung the door open wide to their unexpected visitors.

"Ethan! Never ceases to amaze me how you are always at the door before my
finger is off the buzzer."

"Uncle Seamus!"  Ethan yelled and ran into the big man and hugged him
tight.

"How's one of my most favorite boys in the world?"

"Great! Except . . . . I didn't know you was coming! I already told this
other friend of mine I could stay over at his house."

"You don't worry about that, Ethan, one bit. You go and have fun with your
friend. I'll only be here a quarter hour or less and then I'm gone."

"Geoff!!"  Ethan exclaimed with joy when he saw the tall, handsome youth
with the short pitch-black hair step out from behind his father. He had the
looks of a boy who was studious but yet could still take on the world, a
boy who if he but turned around would become a man in that short a span. A
demi-god on the sly. He looked 14, but there was an older world behind his
eyes. And he was the best looking by far of all the Lanhams. He wasn't as
handsome and as fine to look upon as Tucker or Connor Cormack were, but he
was hot, and he did have that delicate, good, bad-boy persona that came so
natural to very few in the world - even better than Finn's gypsy allure. It
helped that you could almost sense the Stygian depths if you stared into
that hair for long.

Geoff Lanham was proud of his Black Irish heritage. He didn't fake an
accent or wear green everywhere or celebrate St. Pat's maniacally, but he
knew the mythologies, knew his lineage and was fluent in two different
forms of Gaelic. Like Kelley, it was hard to remember sometimes that he was
still a boy. And like Kelley, he saw himself as Ethan's protector when the
boy was around.

"Hey Eth-ooph!"  Ethan ran into the boy hard and gave him a huge hug. Geoff
reciprocated it gladly. He and his little brother Jake, the next Lanham boy
down the line, didn't get along as well as Kelley and Ethan.

"I didn't know you were coming up here! I thought I wouldn't get to see you
til Sunday!"

"You'll still see me Sunday, and also Monday at the water war."

"Yes!! The water war!! I forgot!"  Ethan almost shouted excitedly, "Can we
be on the same team??"

"Ethan, let him breathe, he just walked in the door."  Kelley said, tugging
his brother back gently, "and move so they can actually come into the
house."

"We aren't staying long," Seamus repeated.  "I just need to talk with your
parents, boys. Hello Hal, Sylvie."

"Hello Seamus, always good to see you," Sylvie said, giving the man a hug,
"but you are going to have to settle with Hal. I have got to get dinner
started. It'll be about an hour, Hal. Seamus, you are all welcome to
stay. I have plenty."

"No, Sylvie, thank you, but we're short on time. We have to drop the boys
off at Michael's and head straight to the airport. Kat's waiting right now
in the car for us."

"Ashton!!"  The call came from the doorway as a black-haired nine-year-old
came running into the house, around the main body of adults and straight to
the kitchen.

"Patrick!"  Came another call from the vacated doorway. Katherine
O'Shaunessy Lanham came in the door looking flustered. Her husband greeted
her with his arms up in a 'what-gives' fashion.  "Well, Seamus, there was
only so long I could keep him in that car. He was bouncing off the windows
to get in here and see Ashton."

At that point the two excited nine year olds, one raven-haired, one spun
nearly gold, but dirtying in color, ran out of the kitchen and up the
stairs to Ashton's room, and Sylvie came out of the kitchen, wiping her
hands on an apron and went to hug Katherine, both of them excitedly saying
how good it was to see each other and how each wished they could stay
longer. They only lived an hour away, close to the capital, but Sylvie and
Hal had always hoped the family would move back to Indian Spring.

"Well, Ashton sure will be missing Patrick this weekend."

"Now, where's he going?"

"He's going tomorrow morning to Chicago with the Gastons --- with little
Phillip Gaston who lives down by Elizabeth and Michael's."

"Well, if it's that close to Elizabeth's he should just come down there
with us and spend the night with Patrick. He can go over to the Gaston's in
the morning; he'll have so much more fun that way."

"Now, Kat," Hal started, "Elizabeth will have her hands full this weekend,
and we don't want to intrude . . ."

"Oh, good grief, Hal. This isn't a juror's box. You cannot overcrowd an
O'Shaunessy house. Never been done."  With that Kat stepped up to the
stairwell and called up, "Ashton, bring your things and pack something for
tonight, you're coming with us to the Cormacks!"

She barely got the words out when both boys were headed down the stairs
with Ashton's things and went straight out to the car. Kat watched them
with some surprise.

"I guess I should have told you," Sylvie said with a smile, "that he was
already packed for the night."

"He's like Elizabeth's Patrick, that one."

"No, I think he's just hopeful and observant."

Kelley leaned in and whispered to Geoff, who was still regarding Tucker
somewhat uncomfortably.  "Elizabeth's Patrick?"

"Aunt Elizabeth."  Geoff whispered back. It was easy for all the boys to
forget that the Tuckers weren't blood cousins.

"I know that; I mean what about Patrick?"

"He's clairvoyant, like mom and Elizabeth, but better. Fortunately mom
can't see anything attached to me."

"But mom can still hear you, Geoffrey Connacht Lanham." His mom said, and
the boy gave an abashed smile. She turned back to the other adults, "Well,
I better be off. Seamus, I'll swing back by and pick you up after I drop
the boys off. Geoffrey, either come with me, or you're on your own with
getting down to your cousins."

"I can find it all right, mom."  The boy answered her as she left without
him. He looked fairly embarrassed saying it to her, but in watching his
embarrassment, Kelley realized that Geoff's reddened face came from his
decision to stay, not from the actual question and response. Curious.

"That's your middle name?"  Ethan asked, "Con- . . . . Con- . . . ."

"Connacht"

"I can't even pronounce it, but it sounds super cool."

"Thanks, Ethan," the older boy smiled. He loved Ethan's freshness.

"It's the name of the ancient home of Geoff's forebears, Ethan," Seamus
told his godson, "the Fir Bolg."

"In Ireland," Kelley told his little brother when he looked a little
confused.

"Oh, cool. Well, I'm named after an Irish King, in my middle name, at
least."

"Actually, Ethan" Geoff leaned down, still smiling, "You're named after
someone else who was named after a Fir Bolg king."

"Uh, who was I named after then?"

"Is he serious?"  Seamus asked.

"Well, I sure thought he knew."  Hal answered, shaking his head.  "Ethan,
we've told you that before."

"No, dad. You told me it was an Irish king I was named after."

"Oh, well, then Ethan Conall Tucker," his dad said with a flourish, "allow
me to introduce to you, Seamus Patrick Conall Lanham."

Seamus gave a mock bow to which Ethan exclaimed, "Cooool!! I'm named after
Uncle Seamus? How awesome is that??"

Everyone laughed and Ethan made another observation, "Hey Uncle Seamus, is
Patrick also named after your other middle name?"

"Yes, Ethan, both Patricks are, actually, mine and Michael's."

"Kelley, who are you named after, I mean your middle name."

"A great warrior," Geoff answered for him, but then immediately blushed
when he caught his dad's curious smile.

"Well, is anybody named after you, Dad?"  Ethan asked.

"James is," Kelley answered, though wondering what the embarrassment in
Geoff was about.

"James who?"

"James Cormack, doofus."

"I'm not a doofus, and Dad's middle name isn't James."

Kelley rolled his eyes, "James Halford Cormack. There's another name in
there but I don't know it. And aren't you supposed to be on your way to
Jeremy's house?"

"OK, OK, I'm going," Ethan said and headed for the door.

"Uh, Ethan, aren't you forgetting to take something?"  Their dad asked,
"Change of clothes, toothbrush?"

"Jeremy lets me use his toothbrush. I mean I've already had his tongue in
my mouth, so it doesn't really matter, and for clothes I---"

"He's got clean clothes on, dad," Kelley jumped in and steered his little
brother to the door, "He had a shower, and he's got his pajamas on, uh,
underneath his clothes."

It was true, in a sense, as the boy was at most only going to wear his
briefs to bed with Jeremy, and probably nothing at all. Jeremy, as usual
would wear at least one more article of clothing than Ethan. Kelley pushed
his brother out the front door and shut it behind him.

"Listen Ethan," Kelley said, being very serious, "I got to talk to you
about something. Now, as far as tonight goes, you're wearing White BVD's
tomorrow to the White Party, and I don't want anything to change that."

"I know, I know. Don't let Jeremy up my backdoor tonight. Don't worry, I
won't. I'm not a moron."

"No, I know you aren't, but sometimes you get . . . . excited. And I don't
want you to let things get carried away."

"It won't. Jeremy wouldn't do that to me tonight even if I asked him."

"Yeah, right."

"He won't, Kelley. He's all excited that I'm going in White."

"You told him? You told him everything about it?"

"You said I couldn't talk about who else was there and what color they were
wearing. You didn't say that I couldn't say what it was basically about. Or
what color I was wearing. Besides, Jeremy thinks it's cool. He wants me to
go as White and stick my thing in a bunch of boys before he does it to me."

"So you want him to be your first?"  Kelley asked. He didn't like this, but
he was trying to loosen up on being dictatorial to his little brother.

"I don't know if I want it or not, but I'm not going to let Jeremy be
first."

"Oh? Why?"

"Cause both you and Tolley, and even Jamie Benson, said I shouldn't. So I
won't. Jamie thinks I should ask Daniel Mackey. Tolley agrees."  Ethan said
it uncertainly. Kelley could tell Ethan wanted his advice and/or his
approval.

Kelley couldn't believe he was standing out on his front porch discussing
his little brother's end to anal virginity. Things like this shouldn't
occur in nature, Kelley decided, but after a few moments silence he put his
arm around Ethan and said:

"I think Daniel would be a great choice. But Ethan, you may hate this kind
of sex. At the least it's probably gonna hurt the first few times, and I
don't know how big Daniel is. An, as far as Daniel goes, I don't even know
if you could convince him to do it."

"I bet I could get him to want to do it," Ethan said with a big ole cheeky
grin.

"Uggh, that's more than I want to talk about this. One more thing about
this weekend, something you need to know in advance, uhhh . . . . . you
know what, I'll just tell you about it tomorrow."

"OK, bye Kelley!"

And with that, he ran to his bike and left for the Cantrell house.






"Bless that boy," Sylvie Tucker said as she turned on a pan full of water
already on the stove.

"Who?"  Kelley asked, as he wandered into the kitchen and bit into an apple
from the basket on the side counter.

"Your little brother."

"Ashton?"

"The very one."

"He set out all the pots and pans and measuring cups and all that again?"

"Yes, exactly the ones I would need. And I didn't even tell him what I was
making."

Kelley raised his eyebrows, that way that people do to show they are
surprised, but they aren't really.  "How mom, where did Dad, Geoff, and
Uncle Seamus go?"

"They're all in your dad's office."

"Oi!  Been in there enough today," he sighed out loud, took another bite
out of his apple and headed back there, just the same.

The last time that afternoon had been when Casey came over about 4 pm. It
didn't go well. He was nervous as all get out to find out that Mr. Tucker
knew about what he had done with Kelley; maybe not the details, but the
basic knowledge was heart-pounding none-the-less. And then he found out
that Kelley was going through with following these stupid rules, and that
made him angry and disappointed. He then got mad and upset and felt like he
was 'insignificant Casey' again, when he found out that the reason Kelley
had come over Monday was only because it had been five days, and the rules
said if he hadn't been penetrated in five days he had to seek out his Top
and offer himself.

This again brought a tirade about how stupid the rules were and how he
always thought Kelley was more than that, better than that. He was bitterly
disappointed in everything that had happened, and he wished it never
had. He didn't want to be Kelley's Top, or own his ass, or even see him
again. He twice said that he relinquished his rights to Kelley (not exactly
the words he used, but the import was the same) and that he would tell that
stupid Mackey committee the same thing.

Then he got up and left and flung these words at Kelley on his way out of
the office: "Next time you wanna get fucked , take your stupid Mackey rules
and shove'em up your ass yourself!!"

And he left their house, slamming the front door.

Kelley was left stunned with his dad, neither saying anything for awhile.

"That went well," Hal said dryly.  "Funny, but, uh, Lorilee said one of the
reasons they were sending Casey to St. Oliver's in Bingham was to help him
be more assertive with people."

"That was like . . . . demon-possessed Casey, dad. Still, I guess it's good
to see him like that. Sorta. In a way."

"You know, he made some strong and valid points, Kelley."

"Yes, sir, I know."

"Just something to think about."

"Yes, sir. . . . . So . . . . . what now?"

"Now? Nothing. You're off the hook. He relinquished all rights to you,
under no duress to do so. So, as far as obligations go, you're a free man."

"Sweet. All I have to do is get through this one White Party. And I don't
owe anything else to Tripp?"

"No, not specifically to Tripp. Carter of course released you, and I heard
from Ginger just before Casey got here. She heard enough from Cole and his
brother to know you were telling the truth."

And from what she overheard Carter saying, Kelley thought.  "What do you
mean not specifically to Tripp? Oh, never mind, right, I still gotta go and
do their yard on Tuesdays."

"That, too. You learned a lot of lessons today, Kelley. I hope you remember
them."

"Me, too. I really don't wanna repeat this day --- ever. I'm gonna go
outside and shoot some hoops."

"Oh, uh, Kelley, I left you some, uhhh . . . . Blue underwear, on your
bed."

"Ah, right."  That day still wasn't going away.  "Guess I better try them
on, then."

"That would be good. Oh, one other thing, Kelley. Come here son and take
off your shirt."

Kelley did as he was told and watched as his dad drew a big fat 'O' on his
upper Left chest, between his shoulder and his left tit. He drew in a blue
indelible marker.

"The blue underwear means you have to bend over for any boy that wants it,
or however and whatever position he wants you in, and then he writes his
name in black ink on your back. A blue circle on the chest means you cannot
say no if he asks you to kneel, either."

"Kneel? And do wha-??. No! Dad, no! You can't be serious."

"I am, son. You no longer owe Tripp those oral sessions, but you will serve
your punishment. And I want you to use this as a reminder not to stray down
that path. Do you understand?"

He couldn't argue it. Kelley's shoulders droop and he muttered a 'yes,
sir'.

"Any boy that asks for your mouth at the party has a right to it, within
limits. You have the right to demand he is clean. But otherwise, if you see
a hard penis pushed toward your face, or vice versa, you take it in your
mouth without argument and do a really good job, remembering to swallow
everything, unless the boy specifically asks you to let him shoot it on
you. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."  Again more of a shocked grumble. This party was getting worse
and worse.

"Now go try on your new underpants, and let me know if they don't fit."

That had only been an hour or so ago. The briefs had fit. They were of a
flimsier-seeming material than regular Y-fronts, had no fly, and were a lot
more brief than briefs. Regular briefs at least seemed to flatten out the
front of a boy, some. These flimsy ones seemed to accentuate the boy's
'pouch'. And his ass. Nevertheless, he had a pair on now and just tried not
to think about what it meant. Kelley took another bite out of his apple as
he walked back to the office. Sunday couldn't come fast enough.

When he got there, his dad was in his desk chair, and on the other side was
Uncle Seamus in the middle of the sofa, looking relaxed with a curious
smile on his face, and on the far side was Geoff, trying to look a mature
14, but for all the world looking uncertain and embarrassed. Actually, he
looked thoroughly embarrassed.

"Come in, Kelley, have a seat. There's something you maybe should hear."

"Ah, man, I'm not in trouble again, am I?"

But Uncle Seamus' hearty laugh and Geoff's escalated reddening told Kelley
that he probably was not.

"No, no son. Sit down."

"Kelley," Seamus Lanham began, "You know what your dad and I discussed in
my office yesterday?"

"Yes, sir," he was suddenly no longer hungry for his apple.  Were they
really going to talk about this in front of Geoff?  Kelley didn't really
want to; he leaned forward slightly to see Geoff, but the boy looked away.

"Well, it seems Geoff was outside and overheard everything."

Shit. Kelley looked at his apple like he would throw up if he took another
bite. Thankfully his dad stood up and held a trash can out for him, and
Kelley threw it away.

"So, like, I thought your office was supposed to be superprotected against
anybody listening in."

"It is. But, interestingly, it appears when the subject matter is you, the
wards don't work. Geoff tells me he stood outside a little bit longer after
we stopped talking about you but didn't hear anything else, even though Hal
and I immediately began discussing a case of his after we finished our
discussion on you."

Kelley looked at his dad, who looked back at him and just barely raised his
eyebrows. They were both thinking the same thing. Not only was Kelley's
person impervious to magic, but apparently anything about him -
discussions, plans, etc - was as well.

"I didn't mean to listen in; at least, I didn't go down there to do that."
Geoff managed to strangle out.

"No, but you also didn't mean to go away discreetly once you found out that
you could."

"No, sir."  Geoff said guiltily. Kelley had a feeling that this was
something that was going to be redressed once Geoff's parents got back. But
Kelley didn't really want any part of that.

"Well, I wish he didn't know. But I believe him when he said he didn't mean
to. As long as he doesn't tell anybody, I don't want Geoff in trouble."

Geoff actually felt bad when Kelley said this. Kelley realized he could
sense Geoff's emotions like neon signs pointing him out. That meant one of
two things: either he was in severe distress, or he was deliberately hiding
something from Kelley.

"Why else are you guys here?"  Kelley said slowly, looking cautiously over
at Geoff, who would not meet his eyes.

"Well, Geoff?"  Seamus asked

But Geoff couldn't respond.

"Let's not torture the poor boy, Seamus. I already told you it won't be
possible."

"He won't get far in life, Hal, running away from the things he sees in
himself. I'll not have him be soft, though I am proud of him for telling me
on his own this morning. But, maybe that's for another time --- or not at
all."

"I'm not so sure I could agree with it, either, Seamus, even if it were not
impossible."

"Nor I, Hal. Totally unprepared for this, I am. But I don't know whether or
not it would be better for them to work this out on their own."

"Can somebody fill me in?"  Kelley finally asked.

"Can we just go, dad? Please? I don't want to anymore."  Geoff said. He
looked almost sick to his stomach.

"He's lying!"  Kelley burst out, more of a surprise than an accusation. He
didn't know why he threw this out, but it couldn't be less plain, at least
to him. And Geoff was so surprised he looked directly at Kelley, and Kelley
saw the difference in his lie.

"I'm not lying."

"Yeah, you are. You just don't want to know it."

"I am not."  But at this point Geoff began fiddling with his necklace. He
was starting to seem like the younger child and Kelley the older one. But
it wasn't just idle nervousness that caused him to play with the charm on
the necklace. Geoff's aptitude in magic was charms, amulets, bewitching
objects. And he was very apt. He had long ago created a charm consisting of
an all seeing eye on the wrist of a mano fico, with white heather
underneath.

The charm was powerful enough to deflect any insult, barrage, or mal-intent
hurled at him. It wasn't nearly as powerful a shield as the amulet his and
Duncan's grandmother made for Duncan, but it was very effective. His
parents, however, had made sure early on that they were excluded from the
amulets effects. It also would work remarkably well as long as he never
tried to use it as part of an offensive maneuver and as long as he didn't
taunt those he wanted to deflect.

"You still want to do the thing you came here for. You just don't want to
be embarrassed."

"That's not true. That's not it."  Geoff was now rubbing the amulet
fiercely between his fingers, trying to at least show he could regain his
composure."

"That is it. That's it completely."  Kelley continued, "What is it you
want?"

"I don't want anything."  And Geoff kissed his amulet.

"Yes you do. You--"

"Stop it!!"  Geoff barked out sharply. He had called on all the power he
had placed in the charm to deflect both Kelley's interest in this matter
and his barrage of questions and accusations.

And it worked. Kelley sat back stunned and left off his attack to demand to
know. Geoff didn't know why it took so long to get the deflection, but once
it was set, it always worked perfectly.

"OK, let's just go, dad. I'll see you at the water war, Tucker."

"What? No. Tell me what you're hiding. You want to say it; but you're
scared to. I don't know why, but you are. And quit playing with that
necklace; it doesn't work on me."

Kelley felt Seamus' hand on his leg, but he didn't think anything of it.

"What?"  Geoff looked at the boy with something like shock. One of the base
enchantments woven into the necklace and made stronger by the constellation
of symbols, was that the first deflection it made was to throw off any
suspicion that it was anything other than a necklace. It worked on Hal; Hal
had no idea what Kelley was talking about. Geoff tried to play it off.
"This?  It's a regular old necklace, that's all."

"It's not just a necklace; it's a charm, and I can see what it's supposed
to---OW!"

The hand on Kelley's leg had tightened and then squeezed hard. Then Kelley
got it. Uncle Seamus was telling him to shut up. Never reveal the source of
your power; that's part of power itself. His dad had told him that when he
was first telling Kelley about his 'gift'.

But Geoff had seen the tip off his dad gave Kelley. He didn't need magic to
see that. He was alarmed and surprised. He took one last look at his charm
and then dropped it onto his chest and then retreated into thoughts.

"No," Kelley sighed, "I can't read minds."

Geoff again looked sharply over at Kelley. Why would the boy say that?
Because that's exactly what he had been wondering at that very second. This
time it was his own dad who sighed and assured Geoff that in fact, no one
can read minds.

"If someone out there can read minds, son," Seamus said "then that person
is either a scam artist, or a schizophrenic who needs to go back on his
medications."

"Just tell me what you wish you weren't so afraid to say!"  Kelley told the
other boy.

Geoff thought about that and as he did so his emotions surfaced.

"I don't think that about you," Kelley said sincerely.  "I would never
think that about you. I actually think the opposite about you."

"How . . . . ."  Geoff looked at the boy amazed.  "Are you just fucking
with me?"

"No! I wouldn't do that. As long as you try to keep something hidden from
me and say it's something different, then I can read everything about you,
especially if you're upset!"

Geoff suddenly looked like the old Geoff, except his eyes widened and his
voice went from regular Midwest American accent to Irish Brogue, as he
through an accusatory finger at Kelley and came out with a Gaelic cry:
"Fear Dearg!"

Geoff knew he was right when he saw Kelley's reaction. Even through the
accent, Kelley instantly knew the boy accused him of being Far Darrig,
which was the source of Kelley's immunity to magic, as well as many other
talents, such as the inability to be lied to, tricked, or bamboozled. He
could see deceptions, catch hidden agendas, and spring traps, and even,
though he had not yet realized this, though he would get an inkling
shortly, extract binding promises from people, initially of their own free
will.

"Impossible," Geoff said quietly, "but now it all makes sense.  Dad always
warned us never to mess with you when we were first learning how to do
stuff. Well, you and James.  He said everything we tried would fail, and we
would only piss him and you off. Now I see why it would fail."

Kelley looked uncomfortable that yet another person would know about him.

"Now, remember, son," Uncle Seamus told Geoff, "that you only have this
information because his love and concern for you was his weakness."

Once again Geoff looked down and felt bad about himself.  "Sorry. I
promise, I would never betray your secret, Tuck."

But when he looked at Kelley, the boy looked partly away and seemed
disappointed.

"I'm being honest . . . . I mean . . . you can see that . . . . . . . can't
you?"

There was much ambiguity in his words. He wanted to mean them, but he
didn't trust himself to mean them. Then Kelley had an idea. More of an
epiphany, really.

"I know you would LIKE to mean it and have it for an honest answer; but you
aren't sure that you can keep that promise. I think I know a way."

Kelley wasn't sure how he knew how to do it, but he had Geoff look him in
the eye and repeat it but this time using the word 'will' and not 'would'
and also telling the boy to not only 'want' to mean what he says but also
believe and agree that he can be held to the promise. Geoff did this and
immediately felt something inside himself click, so to speak. It was a
change, but difficult to describe.

"Interesting."  Seamus said, but Hal still watched, a bit
confused. Somehow, Geoff knew deep inside him that it wasn't that he
'wouldn't', but that he couldn't, betray Kelley's secret. Ever.

"Weird," Geoff said, though even Kelley didn't realize what he had
immediately done. He thought that maybe if he read the aura of this truth
he could see even the slightest waver; if no waver, then it was a strong
promise and quite meaningful. But somehow it looked as though Geoff had
said an immutable fact rather than the moment's truth. It was a bit
confusing to Kelley, as well.

"So, uh," Kelley broke off, still wondering about this.  "Will you tell me
now, what it was you wanted?"

"He wants to go to the White Party," Seamus finally said, "But as your dad
said, that isn't possible. I'm sorry, Geoff. I know you were quite anxious
to get to go."

"No, I wasn't," Geoff could barely croak out, trying to show some true
adolescent colors in his facial repugnance at the idea. Except he was
lying. Kelley didn't point it out this time, and Geoff blushed further
realizing that Kelley knew he was lying. And somehow it made it even more
embarrassing that Kelley didn't say anything.

"He was practically begging me this morning."  Seamus said.

"Dad! . . . . ." Geoff wanted to protest this as well, but he suddenly
couldn't get anymore words out.

"Well, like I said," Hal repeated, "It won't be possible. Kelley and Ethan
are the only exceptions to this Scout-only White Party."

"Besides," Kelley offered, "There will be others, right dad? Maybe? That he
could go to without me there? I don't really want you going to this one,
Geoff. I think I'd be more embarrassed than ever in my life if I knew you
saw me being f-f-uhhh . . . . . uh . . . . . being a Blue."

For some reason, though it wouldn't seem possible, this made Geoff turn
even redder. Seamus almost laughed at Kelley's stutter, but he managed to
keep it to a wry smile. Nevertheless, his own son would never conquer his
demons if he couldn't let out his troubles. So Seamus pricked the balloon
for him.

"Actually, Kelley, it's BECAUSE you were going to be a Blue at this one
that he wanted to go so badly. It would give him a reason and opportunity
to do something he's apparently wanted to do for a very long time, without
having to discuss it or ask for it."

Kelley was floored. Geoff couldn't speak or look at his 'cousin', and there
was a knock at the door. Sylvie stuck her head in and told Seamus that
Katherine was outside in the car. "She said you have thirty seconds before
she leaves you and goes to the Island herself and runs away with a cabana
boy."

"Oh, she'll probably do that anyway," Seamus joked, "But this is where I
leave you boys. Good luck working it all out."

"Wait, you can't leave, now."  Geoff implored.

"I must, you heard your mom."

"At least take me to Uncle Mike's."

"No. You're on your own. We're already running late. Goodbye Hal, Sylvie,
boys."  With that, Seamus Lanham left, leaving a somewhat shell-shocked son
behind.

"Geoff, I can run you down there after dinner," Sylvie told him before
leaving out.

"That's right, you might as well stay for dinner," Hal said as he got up to
leave.

"Wait! Where are you going?"  Kelley asked.

"To help your mother. You boys talk. Just . . . . . talk . . . . for now."

Kelley gave his dad a look like the man was crazy if he thought Kelley was
going to do anything more than that. And then he was gone, leaving the two
boys alone together.

"Tuck . . . . I'm sorry . . . . I . . . . ."

Kelley shrugged.  "I still don't feel about you the way you were worried. I
don't think I could ever hate you, and definitely never look down on you,
Geoff. You're a good guy. Still, I guess we should, uh, talk about this."

"Yeah. Guess so."

"Let's go out on the porch and talk. I don't think I can take anymore of
this office today."









"So, how long have you wanted to, uh, you know . . . bum me?"  It was
Kelley's turn to blush. He couldn't believe he was actually going to TALK
about this, like they were simply talking about how Geoff always wanted to
play basketball with him, or something.

But for his part, now that it was out there, Geoff was slowly losing his
embarrassment and slowly regaining that steely deep-forest like composure
that made him so desired among the girls (and a few boys, but not the sort
he was interested in).

He took a deep breath and began. He had wanted to fuck Kelley for almost
two years, ever since he started jacking off in earnest, really. The idea
came to him after seeing a friend's brother's porn collection, in which a
man was doing a woman anally. Even though he thought it was a bit gross,
more so because the woman had a perfectly good vagina, which, by far,
interested Geoff much, much more. And pussy maintained his interest
perfectly, until that is on a visit to the Cormacks he started, quite
innocently at first, noticing Kelley's perfect ass that was highlighted by
a wet bathing suit that clung perfectly to the enchanting forms.

It was toward the end of a water war, the weekend he turned 13. It stirred
something in Geoff that he couldn't place, mainly because he had never felt
it for a boy before. And he recalled the scene of the woman taking it
anally, and somewhere inside --- though he did not even subconsciously yet
put it together --- still, he knew that that scene would have been
immeasurably improved with an ass like the one Kelley must have under those
wet shorts. It was on another trip when he first took notice that the whole
of Kelley was actually quite pleasing to his eye, his form, his muscles,
the way he moved. . . . . .

Geoff began to take a notice in other boys to see if he saw the same, but
really all he developed was a better eye in judging another boy - stamina,
strength, competition. But no sexual interest. Then, on the next trip,
during an unexpected late September heat wave, when Kelley was about
Ethan's age, though not as developed in front, but still already at the
point when he could hold his own physical strength against anybody two or
three years his senior, Geoff went with Duncan down to the creek and saw it
all.

At first, He watched Duncan, himself already developing a nearly perfect
ass, as he pulled his underwear down and revealed those treasured
globes. It gave Geoff a sudden woody, unexpected, and not altogether
unpleasant, except that he had been about to get naked like the other
boys. He had so far as hooked his thumbs in his shorts and underwear when
he had to pause. It was at that point that 12 year old Connor, five months
his junior, but already taller, and much more a chick magnet, strolled up
and said,

"Nice ass isn't it?"

Geoff frowned and the sudden intrusion by Connor into this sort of
awakening caused his hard on to start to go down, but the longer he stood
there dressed, the longer he would look like less of boy's boy than
Connor. Nothing ever seemed to bother Connor.

"Whatever, Connor."  Geoff said as he pushed his clothes down and off.

"If you want to try a boy," Connor said, "there's plenty of boys out here
that would probably let you. Myself, I'm holding out for pussy."

Connor didn't even look down at Geoff's slowly deflating rod. He didn't
care.

"But you won't get anywhere with Duncan, besides his being too young. No
boy has ever fucked a Cormack."

It was true. There had been one Lanham boy that had experimented with
receiving anal on the sly, back in the mid century, and Hal's younger
brother had as well - in addition to being caught in the act and fucked by
two other boys. But never had a Cormack ever received anal sex. But Geoff
hadn't even been thinking about that, hadn't even yet made that connection
that that was how things really worked --- insert dick here, sort of
thing. Connor made that connect for him, except that it wasn't Duncan that
Geoff thought about when he finally realized the mechanics of how it would
work. It was seeing Kelley's naked backside for the first time in three or
four years, and he had never noticed or thought about anything back then.

Now, though . . . . .

Suddenly, and thank goodness he was in the water, he saw it and realized,
almost quite desperately, how he wanted to fuck it. It didn't distract from
his developing adolescent interest in or the early pursuit of pussy and
tits; he still wanted all of that, but it was as though he had a new and
alternate dimension added to his sexual nature.

"At first, it was just you, Tuck," Geoff told him while they were still
sitting out on the porch, "and it wasn't all the time, only every now and
then; but then over the last year, I . . . started noticing one or two of
Jack's friends, and one or two guys at school, especially this kid in
eighth grade last year. Well, he was in eighth. I was in Ninth. Anyway, I
felt like I was gonna go crazy to at least try it."

"Why didn't you?"

Geoff laughed.  "Would you go after a Sweetwater guy, if you lived there?"

"Yeah, no, guess not. Be a pretty stupid idea."

"So when I found out you were going to a White Party, as a Blue, no less,
. . . . . ."

"I guess you couldn't help but ask your dad."

"Yeah," Geoff laughed nervously.  "Kinda driven by my dick."

Both boys laughed, but it still felt weird.

"So what now?"  Kelley asked.

"Well, my dad was right. It feels a lot better just getting it out. Still
embarrassing as hell . . . ."

"You know I'll never say anything to anybody."

"I know. I know you, Tucker. It's just . . . . well, knowing that you
know. Knowing who you are and knowing that you know."

Kelley couldn't help but laugh out loud.  "Wait, you're worried about what
I might think about you, when you already know a boy has done that to me
and a bunch more are gonna do it this weekend?"

Geoff laughed too. On the face of it, it did sound absurd. But the deeper
truth was that Kelley really didn't know what he meant to other people,
even the older, more secure, 'cooler' teens.

"So . . . ."  Geoff began slowly and letting a long breath out, "you think
there's any way I could maybe try that with you?"

Kelley was quiet. He wasn't sure how to handle this, or answer it, or
. . . anything.  "Geoff . . . I . . . ."

"Please, Kelley. You're gonna let all those boys you don't know do that to
you. Let me before they do."

"That's the thing. They don't know me."  But Kelley could see the
desperation behind the plea. He could live with that, though. The thing
that was harder was that Kelley could see just how incredibly difficult
this had been for Geoff, how much guts and courage it was taking. And Geoff
was a good guy. They could sustain their relationship after this, right?

"I know. And I do know you, and every time you would see me you would know
what I did. I know that's a huge amount to ask anybody. And I wouldn't ask
you if I didn't think you could handle it. The big thing is whether or not
you think I can handle it. You're a lot stronger than me, Kelley."

He called him by his real name. It was touching; and since Kelley couldn't
be played, he knew the boy was being honest.

"What time is it?"

Geoff looked at his watch. "It's 5:20."

"40 minutes before we eat."  Kelley stood up and tried to smile. This was
awkward, but honestly, if he was going to get his butt pummeled this month,
couldn't he do one favor for Geoff, before he shut it all down?  "Think you
can do what you want to do in 40 minutes?"

Geoff stood slowly, a bit in shock, although his dick rise wasn't going
anywhere near that slow. He was fully hard before he even fully
straightened up, which of course made him want to bend over slightly to
cover it.  "Wait are you serious? Just . . . I don't know . . . . are you
sure about this, Tucker? Maybe we should . . . . aahaahhoohh!!!"

He was cut off in mid-protest when Kelley walked up and grabbed a hold of
his crotch, squeezing it.

"Sorry," Kelley said. He wasn't trying to be sexy, "But I gotta make sure
you aren't too big."

With that he unsnapped and unzipped the boy right there and ran his hand
along the length of that hard almost-6 inches of boymeat straining the
loose fabric of the boxers.

"Wha-oohooohh shit!"  Geoff couldn't believe this was really happening. But
he made no move to stop the boy.

Kelley actually laughed.  "Don't get excited too quick yet. . . . . Hmm, I
haven't had anybody big as you."  Except maybe, he thought, that
policeman's son who basically raped him on the side of the road, all
because Nathan couldn't handle his parents finding out he was fooling
around with boys, the same parents that in the end were actually happy to
find out that he was fooling around with boys. So a needless fuck for
Kelley on that one. Still, he had been all primed up and horny before that
one had happened. It made it easier to take.

Kelley stepped back with a bit of a frown, and Geoff was worried that this
meant the boy had changed his mind.  'Of course he has, stupid!'  Geoff
chided himself.  'You're 2 and half years older. He's only been with
another 12 year old. Why would he want your dick in that . . . that
. . . . probably . . . . . unbelievably . . . . . . still . . . . . . tight
. . . . . .'

"Geoff?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry," Geoff quickly wiped away the drool that had started to
form at his mouth.  "Just, uh, thinkin' of something. Um, Tucker?  I
promise I'll go real slow. Promise, and if it starts to hurt . . . too much
. . . I'll stop. Honest. Please say we can still try!"

Kelley gave an awkward smile. He certainly didn't want to start this and
have it count for nothing.  "I don't want you to have to stop. But I have
an idea. I don't really like it, and you may not like it, but I think we
have to. At least, I know I have to. Come on, you can use my dad's bike.

After a run to the bathroom to fetch something and after letting his mom
know they were running over to the Cantrell's (and finding out supper was
delayed until 6:30), the boys were soon in Jeremy Cantrell's room along
with Jeremy and Ethan.

"So why is it you came over, Kelley," Ethan asked after the initial
excitement of seeing the two older boys died down, "if you guys don't want
to play any other games?"

Kelley took a deep breath, looking at Jeremy Cantrell as he did so. The boy
was only two months shy of 12. Kelley seemed surprised to realize all of a
sudden that he was only about five months older than Jeremy. He knew Jeremy
was a masculine kid, frequently in trouble, and had begun soliciting
Ethan's interest by allowing the younger kid to play with him and at the
same time pretend he didn't notice.

Kelley had already had a couple of 'talks' with Jeremy, designed to cut out
the boy's leanings to discreet sex play in public and to prevent any abuse
of Ethan. The big one, that Ethan didn't know about, was making Jeremy
understand that he couldn't put anything in Ethan's butt until Kelley said
OK, and before his dick went anywhere near Ethan's hole, his mouth better
learn how to make Ethan's dick happy. It was an embarrassing conversation
for the almost-12 year old all-boy Tween to hear, much less agree to. But
with a grimace and a blush, Jeremy did agree.

Jeremy didn't want anyone - ANYONE - to know that he would put his mouth on
another boy, but he also secretly did not want to lose what he had with
Ethan, and he was too afraid of Kelley to go against him. So he quietly
agreed and accepted that he would be giving his first blowjob in the next
week. The funny thing was, the more he played around with Ethan, the less
reluctant he was about going further sexually and becoming more intimate
and recognizing his special relationship with Ethan.

"There's something we need to talk about, Ethan, something you need to know
the White Party?"

"What?"

Kelley paused again and looked at Jeremy.  "Jeremy, I understand you know
all about the White Party?"

Jeremy just nodded.

'Well there's one more piece of information you don't know; but I'm going
to let you find out when I tell Ethan."

"Whoa, Tucker, you mean Ethan doesn't know?"  Geoff asked, shocked.  "And
you really want to tell him in front of this kid."

"Hey! You know, I have a name --- uh, nothing, never mind."  Jeremy started
up with his tired-sarcastic look that he reserved for most people, but then
remembered he was addressing a Lanham and quickly moved another foot or two
away from Geoff. The Lanham boys made most people in Indian Spring, kids
and adults, nervous. It was a misunderstanding for the most part, but the
boys kind of enjoyed the mystique.

"I'm sure, Geoff. I know what I'm doing."  Kelley answered (but thought 'I
think.'), but the four boys were interrupted by a knock at the bedroom
door.

"Jeremy," Mrs. Cantrell said coming in, "That was your dad on the
phone. His car won't start, so I have to go and get him. We'll run by the
video store and pick up a movie on our way back. Will you boys be OK for an
hour on your own?"

"Mom! Come on, we'll be fine."

"Mmhmm. Kelley, you don't mind staying here for an hour until I get back,
do you?"

"No, ma'am. I'll be OK doing that."

"Thank you. And Geoff, uh, it's um, good to . . . . have you here
. . . also."  Same old nervous invitation Geoff came to expect.

"Thank you, Mrs. Cantrell."  And with that, she was gone.

"Well, I guess that's a sign that this is the right thing to do."  Kelley
said, hoping none of the other boys noticed his unsureness.  "Jeremy you
agree that nothing here leaves this room? You may think differently about
me afterward, but I still need you onboard with mine and Ethan's privacy."

"I would never say anything about you or Ethan to anybody."  Jeremy said
sincerely. He liked hanging out with Kelley, and it seemed as though he had
become a bit closer to the older and tougher boy by virtue of his
relationship to Ethan. He wouldn't do anything to screw up either of those
relationships.  "What is you want to tell . . . . uh . . . us?"

"Actually, maybe I better just show you," Kelley said as he stood up and
stripped off his T-shirt. Jeremy caught his breath quietly as he watched
the developing muscular upper body come into view, with its active-boy
physique, small dark brown nipples and the few lightly colored hairs under
his arm, still too short for a strong statement, but a very nice and sexy
subtle statement. Kelley was even hotter than Ethan, though part of Jeremy
refused to accept it. Playing with a boy younger than him was one thing,
but looking at an older boy was a bit too queer.

Except that he couldn't pull his eyes off Kelley's body as the boy
surprised them by stripping. Jeremy's jaw dropped when he saw Kelley unzip
and then slide down his pants. Ethan was slower to catch on. Jeremy
couldn't believe it! Although he had to admit, Kelley looked NICE in those
slightly briefer and looser briefs that showed off his bulge up front. With
his trim muscular body in the peak throes of pubertal essence, he simply
looked hot . . . . but . . . . BLUE??  Tucker???

Geoff, meanwhile, just thought Kelley looked even hotter than the last time
he had seen him swimming. He couldn't wait until the boy started slipping
those blue slips down over those luscious protruding boy melons. Geoff was
already hard and leaking. He couldn't believe this was actually happening.

"Wow, those undies are cool, Tuck," Ethan exclaimed. He and Ashton both
often called their brother Tuck or Tucker, being so accustomed to everyone
else saying it.  "I want some like that!"

"Well, I have a feeling you'll get some like this, if you ever go to one of
these parties again."

"Well, they look real neat on you, but those aren't what you're supposed to
wear to the Party. You're supposed to wear these," Ethan said and pulled
the waistband of his white BVD's up out of his pants.

"Go ahead pull everything else off, Ethan; show them what you look like in
those."

"What?  No, Kelley . . . . ."  Suddenly a bit shy, he reverted back to his
older brother's real first name.

"Ethan, this is one of the reasons I came by tonight. You're gonna have to
do this tomorrow, and in front of more boys than this, and they're all
going to be older than you."

"Yeah, but . . . ."

"No buts, now off with your clothes, except the BVD's."

"Come on," Geoff said supportively, "It'll be OK, Ethan. Show your cousin
Geoff how sharp you look in your whitey tighties."

Ethan smiled, though still embarrassed. Jeremy flashed him a grin and a
quick raise of his eyebrows that let Ethan know his friend wholly approved
and was getting boned up just at the thought of seeing Ethan do it.

"Oh, all right," Ethan muttered, though now that he had agreed to it, he
felt kind of excited.  He went in the opposite direction as Kelley,
starting with his socks, then his pants, and last pulling off his shirt,
blushing to the wolf whistle and clapping by Geoff and Jeremy. The smile he
got from Jeremy caused a big grin in return. Jeremy's eyes told him exactly
what the other boy was looking forward to doing during the night.

"So now what?"  Ethan asked Kelley, still feeling a bit self-conscious.

"Now, little brother, we practice like we're at the White Party."

"HUNH ??!??"

That shock of disbelief came from Jeremy as his jaw nearly hit the floor.

"I want you to feel OK about this before you're in the middle of a bunch of
older guys that you don't know."

"So just pretend you're in your BVD's?"  Ethan asked, still not getting it.
"Who are we supposed to pretend is the Blue guy? This is stupid."

So unlikely would it be that Kelley was a Blue Briefs boy, that Ethan could
not even register it. Even Jeremy, though he got what Kelley was doing, was
waiting for the joke to be up in some fashion.

"No, Ethan. This is the way I'm supposed to be dressed. I've been fucked,
several times, already. I'm going as a Blue, and I want you to be able to
feel comfortable with that and with what it means for me to do everything
in front of others."

Ethan was speechless. Tucker a blue? Geoff was impressed at how incredible
a brother Kelley was; while, not for his first time, Jeremy was wishing he
could have Kelley as a brother, too --- and not for the sex.

Finally after a bit more discussion, Ethan was able to accept things,
though as amazing as it still seemed, and was even beginning to realize
that, as long as Kelley seemed comfortable with it (and Kelley wasn't doing
this solely for his dad and the community, but he was steeling himself for
Ethan as well), this could end up being pretty cool.

"You mean I can watch you get . . . . . . .?

"Screwed? Or fucked?"  Kelley just surprised the boy further.  "It's OK to
use those words, Ethan, if we're talking about what's going to happen to me
at the party."

Ethan nodded. Kelley had never let him curse before. But he could see it
didn't make much sense to step around the words at this point, although he
was still nervous saying it. To his brother no less.

"I can watch you get fucked?"

"Yes. Any time the guy doing it doesn't mind. But more than that, Ethan, I
want you to know that I know you'll be just another boy in White, while at
the party. You get to do what you want, too."  Kelley took a deep breath as
he did this. It was one thing to know he would need to prepare his brother,
and quite another to spell it out, out loud, and in front of others.  "You
understand? You get to do anything you want, and you don't have to
ask. Just know it's OK."

"Serious?"  Ethan croaked.

"Yep, you get to fuck me, too. I want you to know it's OK, and I want you
to feel and believe that it's OK. Because it is. And what's more," Kelley
took a deep breath, "This circle on my chest? It means I have to give blow
jobs to anybody that wants one. So you get to do that, too."

Whoa.

This just blew everyone away.

"You won't get mad?"

Kelley smiled, "No. It's why I came over here tonight, so you can get
comfortable with the idea and get comfortable with actually doing things."

"And Jeremy and Geoff get to watch?"

Another deep breath. Here was the next big leap.

"Jeremy can be a White boy, too, tonight, if he wants --- and if he's
completely naked in the next four seconds."

It took longer than four seconds, but barely, before the astounded but
exceedingly happy and horny Jeremy was all the way down to his own briefs,
which just so happened to be white. He had his thumbs hooked in the front
of them, but paused long enough to be sure.  "Seriously, Tucker?  I get to
fuck you, too?"

As an answer, Kelley picked his jeans up off the floor and fished something
out of the pocket. He then tossed a small jar of Vaseline on to the bed in
front of Jeremy.  "As much as you want, well, until your mom gets back -
and just for tonight."

Jeremy was a little bit more hesitant pushing down his underwear, but he
did so, letting that still hairless, but nice sized, almost 4inches pop
out, hard and ready, from its confines. Kelley was set to put him at ease;
he motioned the boy over and went down on one knee. He pulled the
disbelieving boy over to him and without hesitation, put his mouth, lips
wetted and ready, over the helmeted head, not too much smaller than his
own, formed a tight seal, and sucked him all the way to his still hairless
base, though the tickle on Kelley's upper lip as he rested there, applying
light suction and really working that shaft with his tongue, told him it
wouldn't be long before the boy started getting hairs.

Kelley only let up when he felt the boy about to crumple.

"Ahhh?.ahhh?aaahhhooohhaahhhnnnggghh??nnghh..nnnnnnn"

Ethan was a bit jealous that the boy was more out of control with his
noises than when he did him, and when his brother stood up, he asked
Jeremey, "So which one of us is better?

Jeremy couldn't speak at first, he sort of half laughed through his panting
and suggested cheekily that he might need a side by side comparison.

"Not while I'm here," Kelley said, "And Ethan, your mouth doesn't go on
anybody, period, throughout the party. You understand?"

Ethan nodded. It would have been fun to do some boy on the slide, but he
didn't like arguing with his brother in general, and most especially when
Kelley was doing this all for him.  "Can I, um, touch you?"

"Ethan, you above anybody else, from now until Saturday when dad or mom
picks us up, you can touch me anytime, anywhere you like. Whenever,
wherever, however, OK? And in front of any of the other boys. You don't
have to ask."

"Really?"

But the boy seemed so uncertain, almost afraid of having such a lease on
his powerful older brother's body. Kelley put his hand alongside his little
brother's face and pulled them together so that their foreheads were
touching.

"Listen to me close," Kelley said in a warm and low voice, "I love you and
I wouldn't do anything that would hurt you. I want you to have fun this
weekend and not be afraid or worried. So I want you to enjoy my body
whenever you want. If I'm gonna let some guys I don't know do things, why
can't I let my little brother do more?"

"Thanks, Kelley," came a whisper, in both awe and appreciation.

"Anything you think would be fun, if Dad's OK with it, you can do, and I
promise I'll never be mad, upset or anything."  Kelley knew the words he
was saying, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he was trying to make
them true, even as he said them, but he knew it would take
effort. Continuous effort. But he was determined to make sure his brother
came out of this feeling OK about himself and feeling normal, no matter how
different his interests in life became from other boys around him.

As the boys separated, Ethan tentatively reached out and touched his
brother's chest and ran his hands along the skin and supple musculature of
his inviting flank, then up again, less cautiously now, to encounter and
explore that dark nipple. He heard Kelley lightly gasp when his nipple was
very surely manipulated; Ethan felt it harden beneath his ministrations,
and saw Kelley flinch slightly from the desirable pain/pleasure that
shifted him from loving older brother toward just another horny boy.

Sure enough, when Ethan looked down, he saw his brother's pouch in those
blue, light-fabric briefs start to expand out and stretch, and noticed the
same change in breathing that he had witnessed in Jeremy before, when that
boy was trying to pretend that he didn't care what Ethan was doing but
reacting and getting hot and bothered all the same. Ethan smiled, and
feeling emboldened, ran his hand down the almost trembling stomach and dove
straight into the pouch and grabbed a hold of the hardening rod of his
brother. Again Kelley gasped and Ethan smiled even bigger.

Ethan pulled the underwear out and over the greater than 4 inch erecting
flesh and went down to his knees as he did so.

"Ethan, no," Kelley croaked out. He hadn't ejaculated since . . . . .when?
When last did he even simply jack off all by his lonesome? But he was
momentarily, seriously afraid that his brother might lick his penis or put
it in his mouth, and, even worse, he might not be able to stop him, at
least at first.

"Relax," Ethan said smiling, "I just want to smell."  And he nestled his
face against his brother's precious progenitor equipment, feeling the root
of the dick right there along the groove of his lips, the drawn-up scrotum
pressing into his chin, and his nose amongst the honey-colored hairs of
Kelley's small pubic patch, right there at the root. Ethan took a deep
breath to know his brother's scent, and then stood back up, grabbing a good
hold of Kelley's tightened nutsack as he did so, feeling the developing
rugged grooves, kneading it gently, and tugging slightly, causing a couple
of escaped moans and starting the bigger dick to drip.

"Awesome," the younger boy said in complete awe. He then pulled the briefs
back over the nuts and dick, at least as much of the dick as he could still
easily fit back into the briefs. The head now poked out leaking, but Ethan
turned his brother part way around so that his back was facing the other
two boys. Ethan ran his hands down those subtle, yet strong, back
muscles. He picked his hand up and placed it on Kelley's butt, feeling the
whole of it beneath the briefs. Kelley consciously kept himself from
tightening his buttocks as a reflex, so that Ethan got a sense of what was
the soft, squeezable receptiveness of the amazing ass.

"Wow!"  he said, some in awe, but now more in animated excitement.

He returned his hand to Kelley's back and felt more of the soft unblemished
skin and quite suddenly ran the hand all the way down Kelley's back and
into the back of the briefs and ran his hand down a naked melon, with the
thumb trailing in the crack.  "Wow,"

He could do this all day, after all, one of his favorite things was when he
and Jeremy were watching TV and Jeremy would loosen his shorts and allow
Ethan to move his hands into the back of his shorts and underwear and grab
and rest it there on his ass. But Ethan was ready to see this ass, and even
more --- as he was still very proud that Kelley was HIS brother, he wanted
to show it off.

Ethan ran his hand back up that luscious globe he had been squeezing and
came part way out of the waistband, hooked his thumb around it and pulled
it down over those two mouth-watering rumps and squeezed them again,
realizing how unreal his good luck was that night.

"Oh, WOW!"  he exclaimed in almost tortured anticipatory excitement, and
the other two boys were in complete agreement, with even Geoff grabbing his
crotch and squeezing, feeling that any moment he would blow a load in his
pants. Geoff slowly and quietly stripped down to his boxers as Ethan told
Kelley to bend over and spread his legs a little. Kelley did as he was
told, resting his hand on his knees. His underwear had been pulled down so
that it barely prevented him from spreading any further, but it was about
three inches below his balls and leaving nothing uncovered for viewing.

Jeremy lasciviously eyed the butt of the most popular and beloved boy of
Indian Spring, as it was presented before him for his viewing, that slight
splay at the base, above the full and rounded nutsack, with a shadowed
interior, where he knew lay a buried treasure, a hole where he could bury
his own treasure.

And, as if on cue, that was about when Kelley heard the lid of the Vaseline
jar being popped off

 Ethan reached over his back and used both hands to grab those cheeks and
spread them apart to reveal a clean, flesh-colored, slightly wrinkled
disappearance into deeper desired realms within. Despite Kelley's recent
experience with being plumbed and pumped for deposits to be placed and left
for posterity, of a sorts, his hole seemed as virginal and unexplored a
quarter as any hidden corner of the untrammeled world. It looked so dear,
so desirous, so enticing and calling, no -- demanding -- demanding a probe
enter and open that area to exploration.

"Look at this Jeremy."  Ethan told his friend.  "Is that what you see when
you like to look between my butt?"

Even better, Jeremy thought, lost in lust, though he knew better than to
say anything out loud. Was he drooling? He hoped not, but he couldn't take
his eyes of that promise of orgasmic salvation. What was life anymore, if
he could empty all of it into this portal of unglimpsed, but barely hoped
ecstasy?  He didn't need porn or an older influence telling him that this
was the center of the universe. He knew it instinctively.

Still without breaking eye contact, so to speak, Jeremy bent down to grab
his own T-shirt off the floor and wiped his hands and drop the shirt on the
bed near the blessed lubrication. When he did so, Kelley looked through his
bent and bowed legs and saw the dick of Jeremy, very hard, very excited,
and fully greased and prepped. As the boy stood and walked toward Kelley's
presented back end, his dick disappeared from Kelley's sight, but there was
no doubt as to where it was headed. Kelley knew the target drawing that
hard dick; others had hit it before, but this would be Jeremy's first time
to ever sink into such a place.

Regardless, one thing above all was certain; once again, Kelley was about
to be fucked. Yet another boy was about to slide in and claim his ass,
about to know for all time that he had conquered that sweet space, spent
some time up there, and, perhaps, left an offering far beyond the temple
gates. But for now, Kelley braced himself first for the feel of that light
touch against his already twitching doorway, a touch that would announce a
slickened dickhead had nestled against his anal skin, seeking that natural
depression that would embrace it, until it exerted pressure, opened him and
brought the boy further within.

As Jeremy stepped up, he reached out to cradle those nuts, bigger than his
own and already producing sperm. He couldn't believe that he was about to
actually fuck a boy who was already producing sperms, when the best he
could do was spurt a little semen, and that was all. On top of that, he was
about to fuck an older boy. A stronger boy. A more confident boy. A better
looking and more popular boy.  All of which was making Jeremy so damn
horny.

He ran his forefinger up to the tempting hole, and caressed the periphery,
teasing the center, still unbelieving that he was about to head into that
with his one dick, that he was going to push against that and open it up
wide, as wide as his own dick was thick!! Unbelievable. Jeremy again
grasped the nuts in their plump sack below that opening and reached his
thumb up to tug at the sides and massage that ring of penetrable muscle,
even making Kelley let out a grunted moan, much to the older boy's chagrin.

Finally, Jeremy could not take any more. Convinced at last that this mirage
was real and that, unworthy or not, he would be able to march through
unchallenged. He stepped up, pushed his dick down to line it up and
presented his greased head right at the entry that looked way too
small. But he grabbed the warm waist of his living fuck toy and pulled it
toward him, as he himself pushed, and was amazed and delighted as he felt
that electrified contact of dickhead against skin expanding around his
helmet, and quite suddenly a hot and massaging substance opened up around
his head, slowly swallowing it whole. Before wrapping around and squeezing
down against the shaft, feeling ten times more encompassing than his best
fist, as he slid in and felt the pressured, massaging squeeze travel up his
dick.

Jeremy looked down to see his naked body pressed up against the
unassailable rumps of Kelley Tucker. His dick was actually inside Tucker's
ass. And while the wonder and bewilderment continued on many levels, a
primal urge was left to the boy, and he began to fuck in and out of that
hot, tight hole with no further delay and with all abandon. It made it all
the more exciting for the boy that he never once even had to ask permission
to do it. (THAT would have never occurred to either his mind or his sense
of survival). He just stepped up and claimed that ass.

Kelley knew what was coming, but still, when he felt the dickhead sniffing
at the back gates, he felt a sort of tremble, as though he should seriously
rethink this plan, but then he felt a push against his asshole and
immediately after felt it open up and Jeremy's shaft slide in and fill him,
and he knew it was too late for retreat now. Any retreat made would be
quickly followed by a slam home as the tempo of Jeremy's fuck picked
up. Kelley fought to keep himself from the slow adaption of getting used to
being in this position while a boy's dick filled his butt and pumped it for
the same boy's pleasure. And the pleasure of any boys in audience.

This wasn't personal. It was business, and it would all, all of it, be over
after the White Party. Even Jeremy's part would be over soon, as the boy
was slamming Kelley's ass faster and faster in his first fuck. His guttural
animal sounds and grunts were picking up pace as well, and all too soon, he
let out with a yell from his throat and two healthy spurts of something
from his penis that Kelley could feel coat his insides while the boy tried
to bury himself as far and as deep as he could within the warm, receptive
bowels.

It was too much for poor Jeremy, and as he pulled out with a plop, he
almost went plop himself. He staggered backward, but managed to turn to the
bed and fall upon it, depleted by the orgasm that had ripped him from the
insides outward. But just as Kelley was about to stand back up and stretch,
he was pushed back down, this time over the bed, and without a word, his
little brother took Jeremy's place.

Ethan wasted no time in moving between those legs and positioning
himself. Trusting that his friend Jeremy had left enough lubrication
behind, Ethan merely stepped up and presented his dickhead at Kelley's
backdoor and pushed right on through, driving it in up to the hilt.

Kelley felt the whole of the smaller, yet seemingly harder rod, enter him
completely on one stroke and grunted out. There was no word of sorry,
however, as Ethan commenced to fucking right off the bat. Even more
startling to Kelley than the sudden entry, was the sudden realization:
Shit! I'm being fucked by my little brother!!

Ethan didn't last long, less than Jeremy, so excited and blown away he was
by both the permission and the reality of getting to fuck his brother. He
was so excited that as he rabbit fucked his brother, he hit a body-jerking,
though dry, orgasm within the second minute of having pushed into that
foreign and amazing substance called ass. He didn't delve as deep into the
rectum as Jeremy had, but he worked those nerves all along the anal opening
sufficiently well that Kelley couldn't help but be charged up and leaking
by the time Ethan pulled out.

"Oh wow! Oh . . . . man . . . . . . that was . . . . . . ."  The boy was
speechless. He plopped back down on the bed himself. He was still hard as a
rock and wanted to go again, but he needed a breather. As Kelley stood up,
Ethan saw the boy's dick was pointing upward and dripping. Kelley was
embarrassed by it, but something about the way his brother had worked his
hole, and the fact that he hadn't cum since yesterday, were to
blame. Kelley self-consciously pulled his briefs the rest of the way off
and tossed them on to the bed.

Ethan leaned forward and grabbed a hold of his brother's dick and squeezed
it and ran his hand up and down it.  "Did I make you do that!!??"

"Oh . . .fffuuck . . . mmnnghhooh . . . yyy-yyess . . . . .aaannhgh
. . .you . . . .oh geez . . . you did . . . ."

Kelley was about to cum himself. Quite suddenly Ethan let up and reached
down to squeeze and tug on the balls; the effect on Kelley was
two-fold. The sudden sensation, unique to someone tugging your balls,
offset his impending cum, but the second effect was that he suddenly
groaned out, feeling in the back of his mind that he wanted to cum even
more. The poor self-sacrificing boy even had a fleeting desire (or need -
he didn't have the experience or sexual drive to distinguish between the
two) to have Jeremy, of all people, stand up and fuck him again, all the
while he or Ethan tugged on his balls lightly.

But that thought was fleeting, and the momentary recognition of it caused
the naked and used boy to blush; but this embarrassment just bled into the
general embarrassment of giving himself over to his own brother and another
younger kid. But this was something he still felt deep within himself that
was the right and only thing to do in this situation. So he bore it and let
things unroll as the other boys wanted.

Unfortunately for him, the way the boys suddenly wanted to let it roll was
right back in Kelley's ass. As he felt that tug on his balls and let out
the unanticipated groans, he bent over again, about halfway, but enough
such that it was like that amazing ass was flashing an invitation for the
boys to come back in and play, and both Ethan and Jeremy jumped up for that
piece of plumped playground - and their dicks went straight to re-erected
in the anticipation.

They smiled at each other, knowing both wanted immediately to go back
in. But Ethan, who somewhere inside, though he had not come to terms with
the actual realization of it, knew he would have other opportunities in the
next day or so, and who was more than happy to please Jeremy by deferring
to him, nodded the eager almost-12 yo forward to the breach, and with
little ceremony, the boy pushed Kelley down farther, hands on his knees,
and slipped into his friend's brother's greased and still-tight ass.

It was heaven sinking into that hot
nearest-thing-to-pussy-that-he-could-imagine-but-oh-so-much-better.

"Oh geez," Kelley simply said, startled to find the boy's hands back on his
asscheeks so soon and that all too familiar feeling of a hard penis
spreading them open, rapidly finding the promised hole, and spreading open
the anal muscle as well and rolling on past until the whole of it was
buried inside. Kelley leaned forward a bit more and felt himself
immediately being rocked back and forth on that hard slightly-younger
member. It was like a perfect fit in his ass to fill him comfortably and
stretch his hole in such a way that the muscle was pleasurably worked, both
at the sensitive rim where flesh met the gate to his rectum and all along
that tightened canal.

Throughout the whole length he felt the dick working him and looked askance
backward to see Jeremy lost in another world of pleasure as he watched his
sausage split those twin globes and disappear inside, all while the primal
rump-bumping took over through his hips and arms. It was amped up even more
for Kelley when at that moment, without slowing the rhythm of his fuck,
Jeremy took his right hand from Kelley's waist and ass and reached around
and grabbed a firm hold of the boy's larger nuts, squeezed a bit more than
gently and then reached the fingers around the two nuts to grasp more of
the actual scrotal sac and tug down harder.

The feeling was mind blowing to Kelley who felt the impending rise of his
cum and even, though unable to stop himself, almost began to squirm back
onto the pistoning prick that was so oddly stimulating him. He was enjoying
the fuck physically, though internally this disturbed him enough to
distance his need to cum from his actual cum; he just hoped he wouldn't hit
that point while Jeremy was fucking him. But there was nothing that he
couldn't do about, despite being unsure what signal it would send to Ethan,
and as well, if he could admit, something about him just didn't want to
hold back.

Kelley let this issue float to the back of his mind to deal with
later. Even with his youth and relative lack and wealth, depended on the
perspective, of experience, he realized this was only a physical trigger
owing to situation and place and anatomy beyond his control and nothing
that suggested a change in his base interests and desires. He wasn't gay,
he never would be, but this was the momentarily 'evil' in his life, and
though he, at some level, didn't mind bearing it for his little brother, he
was definitely looking forward to the end of these mentally and physical
confusing situations.

Before he got too uncomfortable with the confluence of his physical state
of being held and fucked, the giving away unilaterally of his ass to
Jeremy, the building and inevitable cum all swirling together such that he
didn't know how he should be acting or handling it, for he had definitely
bitten off more than he could, or maybe should, chew, before he got too far
in that, Geoff Lanham walked awkwardly to stand in front of Kelley.

He was moving awkwardly, Kelley could now see, because he had removed the
last of his own clothes and had an erection so taut and upward that it
barely wobbled in his walk, and looked like he was carrying a red hot and
very heavy poker. But Geoff was in the swing of things and ready to play,
and he smiled at the boy bent mostly over and put his hand on Kelley's head
as the boy tried to look up and pulled him down further. There was no doubt
as to where the 14 year old, barely a month from 15, wanted the 12 year old
mouth to go.

"Take it in, Tucker, swirl the head and suck it in," Geoff declared, though
he was honestly nervous about it as he said it. Demanding that from Kelley
was more than a bit intimidating --- to Geoff. But despite that, the boy
did as he was told, and without hesitation slipped those 12 year old lips
over one of the largest heads he had given head.

It didn't obscenely fill his mouth or choke him, but he had to readjust his
developing technique to get a good swirl, all the time he was constantly
distracted by the constant barrage of pounding that his ass was
receiving. It was enough of a distraction, however, as he tried to
concentrate on figuring out how to take in and suck on that first inch of
shaft and at the same time adjust his rump to the pumping, that he again
offset the impending cum, though he didn't decrease the need, and his nuts
and dick were still signaling that he needed it.

He was discovering just how hard it was to blow a boy while his whole
backside was squirming to get more traction on his nuts that were being
massaged and also push his hole back down on the thrusting
cock. Fortunately for Kelley, just as his body was breaking out of his
subconscious hold on not showing his physical needs, he felt Jeremy
speeding his in-and-out through his tight anal canal and then quickly
spasming his orgasm into the tougher boy's rectum.

As Jeremy finished and pulled out, he was wiped but amazed at what he had
been able to do and to feel, not once, but twice. At that point, Kelley's
head was released by Geoff and he stood back up, with a long strand of
spittle trailing him from his mouth the now-slicked dickhead until it broke
off about a foot and a half later. When he stood, he realized that Jeremy
had only popped his dick out, but still hadn't moved back, which allowed
the slightly shorter boy to lay forward onto Kelley's back, collapsing
against it and trying to regain his breath.

Kelley bore up the weight of the boy, and even could not help but smile at
the thought of the exhausted boy forgetting himself and taking his hands
off Kelley's nuts and running both of them up Kelley's front, holding on to
him and pressing his face into his upper back and relaxing into a forgotten
embrace from behind while awaiting his senses to come back into some sort
of normal.

Kelley tried to ignore the feeling of Jeremy's still largely erect dick
poking him in the ass and then slipping back into his crack, not quite
reaching his hole, but still providing a buffering placeholder between his
used cheeks. But in a fairly short wait, Ethan, whose attention was now
captivated by Geoff's beautiful and hard and larger dick, which was still
shiny and slick with Kelley's saliva, asked his beloved older brother,
hesitantly, if he could get the same treatment.

"Oh, me, too, can I?"  Jeremy jumped in, the excitement of a possible blow
job from the cooler boy awakening him from his post-orgasmic stupor, at
least somewhat. He still could only get a bump higher raise on his
half-erection, so soon after cumming the second time in Kelley's ass.

"Yes," Kelley said, half-tired, half-bemused, wholly resigned, "but not
unless you both clean off your dicks. They've been in my butt. In fact,
just . . . . . go ahead and both of you get a shower . . . . . . and, uh
. . . . give me and Geoff about 10 or 15 minutes alone before you come back
in."

The boys agreed and headed out of the room, leaving the two older boys
uncomfortably together.

"Sorry . . . . uh, about . . . . ."  Geoff sheepishly said, pointing to his
dick that was still obscenely wavering about, despite his being abashed
that he had just pulled Kelley's head down and told the long time
semi-cousin to suck his dick.

Kelley shrugged it off and gallantly told Geoff not to worry about it. But
he remembered what he had promised the older boy in essence, though he was
now somewhat nervous that he could accept that older dick deep into his ass
without feeling some real pain. All the same, the hero in Kelley came out
and he pushed himself and Geoff toward what was an evitable, way
inescapable convergence.

"You still want to . . . . . . ."  Rather than complete his sentence with
words, Kelley brought an uplift in his tone like he was asking a question,
partially raised his eyebrows, and pointed questioningly to his own back
end.

"Oh . . . . . yeah."  Of course he did.

"So, um, how do you . . . . . ."

"Maybe you could get on the bed, Maybe lie down on your stomach?"

For Geoff, his only sexual experience was with girls in the missionary
position. So, he reasoned, if the boy was opposite, then he should face the
opposite direction, then Geoff could enter him from behind. Sounded logical
to both boys.

Kelley crawled onto the bed and slowly lay his body down, bringing a pillow
to under his midsection as he did so. He spread his legs and
unintentionally gave his would-be conqueror the most amazing view. That
supple, yet taut ass slowly parted those delicious independent globes just
slightly to reveal a crack that begged investigation; and the crack, of its
own accord revealed a deeper abyss, but a knowable abyss, that shadowed and
then lowlit the highlights of his no-longer cherry center.

The hole had definitely been fucked. Despite the continued tightness, it
had a wavering twinkle to it, with the slightest receptive look, a subtle
openness that could easily be imagined while the mind and erotic need were
both drawn toward that center of gravity.

Kelley sensed the older boy crawling onto the bed to get between his spread
legs and offered ass. He felt the bed shift as a heavier weight than
himself settled on to the mattress and was redistributed to an area largely
between his own knees; and he again heard the lid of the Vaseline being
popped off.

Kelley tried to tune out the sound of the greasy substance being slathered
over what was most probably the hard and wanting prick of Geoff Lanham, the
older coal-black haired boy that was even now leaning his body over
Kelley's. Kelley felt the heat of the closing space between their naked boy
bodies the instant before he felt the hot bulging dickhead itself pierce
his crack and start to spread those already buttered buns apart.

The head of that weapon quickly found its target and rested with some quiet
force against the barely defended portal. There wasn't much Kelley could do
but yield, with his excited state, the undeniable weight of the ramrod
straight phallus, and the submissive position that by nature called the
other boy onward; and so Geoff went.

"You sure about this, Tucker?"

But, even as he said the word 'sure', he was expanding the stretchable
muscle to its limits and sliding the anchor of his blood-engorged,
battle-ready helmet within.

"OHHgeeeeennnggghhyyaahh-ahhh-ah . . . . .ah . . . anh . . y-y-yeah . . . I
- I - I . . . .mmmnnghh . . . .shshhshure."

It was big. The biggest he had had in there. But Geoff wasn't listening to
words, mere words, whether permissions or not; he was hearing moans and
feeling the unbelievably tight embrace of Kelley's anal canal wrapped
around his dick and squeezing it's whole length as he slowly, ever so
tortuously slowly for him, hoping he didn't cum before he at least got to
literally fuck, sank that shaft deep into the boy's pussy, better than
pussy in many ways, yet different, Geoff was realizing.

Kelley whimpered out the march of the shaft forward, and squirmed
agonizingly in micromovements, as it continued millimeter by millimeter
without abatement. It wasn't painful, but it was full. It was filling his
ass and stretching his hole like no dick before it had. He could feel his
butt stretching to the limit to contain and restrict that invader, yet
still it continued. He was seriously wondering if this had been a mistake,
except what if one of the boys tomorrow had a big dick?

His dad had told him that the human anus could stretch to accommodate a
penis without damage or any permanent stretch, so long as it was properly
prepared. It was why Kelley had decided that Jeremy would have to fuck him
as well before he let Geoff sink his near-manhood deep inside, and he was
certainly glad now that he had made that decision.

But it wasn't just the stretch of his anus, his filling rectum was sending
signals of discomfort up to his brain, as well, letting him know that it
too had a limit.

When there was not quite an inch left, Geoff halted the movement forward
and stretched his body out along the back of Kelley's. He kept his dick
embedded at the same distance from bottoming out inside the hole and
instead, surprisingly, kissed Kelley on the cheek, and whispered a
thank-you in his ear.

That was all it took for Kelley's dick to take over and once again lengthen
to full erection, and for the horniness factor to kick back into the
boy. He felt the boy's nose nuzzle into the brown, curlish hair at the nape
of his neck, feeling the warm air blow through when the older boy exhaled.

It was too much for Kelley; he could believe that he was actually needing
for this to go forward, but something had to start soon.

"Just . . . . Geoff . . . go ahead."

"Are you sure?"

Kelley felt the deeper voice softly muzzled through the hair on his head,
again felt the breath go through it like a lover, if he could have placed
that thought as such, and something was driving him inexplicably crazy to
just get fucked. But it was a two-fold issue. He needed a double relief, a
relief by something leaving both his butt and his dick. It wasn't so much
that he suddenly looked forward to getting fucked . . . . and yet
. . . . . . there was that . . . . . something, that he couldn't isolate.

"Oh . . . . geez . . . yes! You gotta either, pull out or . . . . . just
. . . . . just start fucking me Geoff. Please!!"

Some part of Kelley was expecting a better feeling, something akin to what
he felt once with Casey, maybe more than once, and once with Cole. There
was some physical feeling in getting fucked, and way down deep he
understood, even if he could parse it with his other deep feelings of what
he should be and what he should and shouldn't like. He understood it was
there. That physical feeling could take him to orgasm and provide one of
the reliefs that he so desperately needed at that moment.

And as Geoff wrapped his arms around the boy and left his weight
distributed along his back and legs, while solely using the slow and steady
thrust of his hips to fuck the boy, never fully breaking any countact with
warm and soft ass, but using it as a gentle shock absorber to his pumping,
as he did this, the motions travelled through Kelley and rocked him into
the pillow below, bringing him ever closer to the needed orgasm.

But as good as this was, or could be, as much as Kelley abandoned himself
to being fucked by an older boy so that he could lay claim to the good
feelings and avoid the guilt, as much as this all was, he still couldn't
get to where he needed. Geoff moaned into the back of the boys hair, and
now into his ear, again giving him loving and appreciative kisses for this
great sacrifice, again charging the younger boy increasingly bereft of his
senses of manhood, as much as all of this should be bringing the
much-denied (recently, at least) 12 year old penis to a crippling
restorative climax - the boy was just too big.

The pleasure waves were there, under that short last-inch, in & out
friction, the deep rectal stimulation was there, the rubbing of Kelley's
penis beneath him - there was plenty that was there to get the boy to cum -
and he wasn't in pain, not really - but the dick was still a tad too big,
and it stretched Kelley a tad too much.

Maybe it wouldn't stymie his orgasm if he got fucked a lot by Geoff,
something that without a doubt was absolutely NOT happening, but at the
moment the anal stress was too much of a distraction, as was the
over-filling of his ass, and he couldn't keep those pulses of charge on
enough or timed well enough to get a serious sensory overload that tipped
into pleasure. For the moment, all he could think about was how obscenely
tight and scary it must have looked like around his hole as this dick slid
in and out, that and wondering how much longer it would last.

But the answer to that second question was: not much longer.

It was a dream come true for Geoff; even as he was fucking the most perfect
and practically virginal - as far as he was concerned - piece of ass on the
planet, he could hardly believe it was true, which only made him want to
snuggle in more behind the boy and use short thrusts in and out of that
rectum to maximize his most precious resource - time. He only had so long
to enjoy Kelley's ass, and the end of that time was building to a close.

Just as Kelley was getting used to the heavy punctuated rhythm rocking his
bottom and jarring his moral, emotional, sensorial, and physical natures,
he heard Geoff's grunts become louder and more guttural, and the boy's
thrusts slowed, yet became more pronounced, more necessary, more desperate;
and in one last, especially hard jam against his buttbone, one that
stretched him even further than he was just getting used to - and which
through off his own momentum to a cum - Kelley felt a series of no-shaft
thrusts, where the boy was still trying to slam that hole, except all of
his nearly six inches were fully and completely embedded inside Kelley.

It was at that point, when Geoff was still trying to penetrate deeper with
what he didn't yet have and run that dick through the tight confines of
luscious 12 year old boy ass, that Kelley felt the largest load yet
shooting into his ass. The dick alone felt like he hadn't gone to the
bathroom in three days and was in dire need of evacuation, but the shoots
of semen and real boy sperm were filling him further.

And despite the log in his ass, despite the stretch of his anal tissue past
uncomfortable, and despite the punishment of his tailbone (he had had worse
there with Casey's over-enthusiastic fucks), despite all of that, he could
still only try to work his mind around one thing.

Sperm.

Sperm was actually flowing into his ass. And pretty deep up there, also.

Real, actual sperm, shot straight out of another boy's dick. An honest to
goodness older boy was shooting actual sperm - and it felt like a whole lot
of it - deep into his ass. And not just any boy.

Geoff Lanham. Whom he had known since they were babies, or at least since
Kelley was a baby and Geoff was a toddler.

Geoff Lanham just loaded his ass with his own spermatozoa, made right there
in those testicles of his that he was keeping pressed up against Kelley's
perineum while he unloaded all his semen up into that warm, accommodating
rectum. It was this that Kelley was trying to wrap his mind around. Except
that he didn't really even know where to start.

There were lots and lots of things going through Geoff's mind, as well -
what part of his mind that wasn't so befuddled that it could work. But
amazingly he was able to center on one particular thing - that soft cushion
of flesh that was Kelley's ass, an ass he split open, but was dying to see
in action, or at least in receiving action. Before he could even regain his
full sense of mind from the post-orgasmic depths, he was already asking
Kelley for another go.

"Tuck . . . . please . . . . . let me just fuck you good and real. I wanna
be able to watch myself do it. Just once . . . . please."

Kelley nodded his assent slightly. He understood, he thought, maybe,
Geoff's sexual need and desire that was driving his request, but what
Kelley did not understand was why he said OK. He didn't owe anything like
this to Geoff. Yes, Geoff was a really great guy, and it was very hard for
him to come forward and be honest about his feelings like this; but Kelley
had not been totally sure the first time was a particularly bright idea of
his, whether he needed the pre-White Party stretching or not.

He knew that that wasn't the reason he did this, though. He knew the
probability of any boys at the party being Geoff's age and size was
probably pretty low. He did this partly because he was telling himself it
was meaningless to him, no more important or different that a personal
handshake - well, maybe a bit more important - but not as big a deal, all
the same, as others might think. And if that were the case, then why not
let Geoff have a go and have the thrill of his life? He was a nice enough
guy.

But as the older boy pulled Kelley up into a doggy position and began to
realign his newly rehardening dick to that primed hole, Kelley realized he
had been lying to himself. It was an offer he made not because he thought
it was no big deal, but maybe - maybe - because it was a huge deal, and he
was just trying to make himself feel better.

If that was true - and at this point he had to pause, as once again ---
though this time on his hands on knees, offering his ass up in the most
degrading fashion --- he felt the push against his now less resistant hole
and that slow reverse feeling of needing to take a dump in the worst way,
as Geoff slid his long, full dick straight back up his backside, barely
pausing this time as he bottomed out and then pulled out, before easing
back in at a slightly faster pace.

It was hard to think as the boy began to do this to Kelley, but he could
latch on to one thing, and that was that this second time was most
definitely probably a mistake. But he could handle it. He would live, and
he would handle the aftermath. He was Kelley Tucker. He could handle this;
just . . . . . for the moment . . . . . . he was Kelley Tucker, getting
fucked like a dog.

"Ah, no way!!!"

"Beast!!!"

"So, awesome!! Can we watch??"

The sound of Kelley's attempts to get his thoughts back and Geoff's groans
to get his second nut were interrupted by the excited chatter of the, now
clean, younger two boys, who had popped back into the room with towels
wrapped around their waists. Kelley just nodded and tried to half ignore
and half pretend to indulge the boys, especially his brother, after all he
had lied to himself that this was all for him anyway, the whole time
nothing was left unexposed in this shameful claiming of his last stand as a
chaste boy.

The other two were just as excited as Geoff to look down the front of the
older boy's stomach, past his low bush of dark, dark black curly pubic
hairs, as they all watched his thick dick disappear repeatedly between
those two perfect billowy rounds of unblemished flesh. All three reacted to
the thrusts with the compression of exquisite warmth and familiarity that
only Geoff could feel as his body compacted the mounds of Kelley's ass with
his own pelvis as he thrust in; but all three were enmarvelled at the
aspect and beauty if the thing.

Geoff had to keep telling the two boys to get out of his way when they
wanted to watch it straight down; they were obstructing the one view that
he used to so hopelessly dream about. And this would probably be his last
and only chance to make that erstwhile wonder a blessed memory, and he
didn't want the back of Jeremy or Ethan's head burned on his retinas - just
Kelley's ass and the pole of flesh parting and using it for pleasure.

The boys were happy to watch from the sides and also from underneath. This
was like a real, genuine fuck. The dick was long enough to get some real
space and start pounding ass for real, and still show shaft for the
burying. It was exciting to them.

And while they were getting their kicks, Kelley tried to ignore, largely
unsuccessfully, the conflicting needs of needing relief from a large dump,
to almost getting one, coupled with the off sensation of it going the wrong
way, and turned his attention to two earlier questions in his head. For
one, he thought about what Nate had yelled at him as they left
Coolspring. The boy had a point.

The other issue was even more taxing on the mind. If it was true, that he
really had mislead himself as to the real reasons he was letting Geoff fuck
him and the whole schmiel about doing this for his brother, then it meant
something bigger. It meant that he really could lie to himself. Nobody else
could, but it may just be that he was quite able to. And the lies we tell
ourselves, his dad had always told him, were the most dangerous lies of
all.

Or was it simply that he was immune to his own immunity, and therefore just
an average, ordinary, everyday kid.

"Oh, fffffuck," Geoff yelled loudly (good thing the house was otherwise
empty), "I'm gonna cum, again, nnnggghhaaahhhh . . . . . ."

Scratch the average, ordinary and everyday parts, Kelley thought as he felt
Geoff's hands squeeze around his ass tight and felt another load fired deep
inside him. He was really going to have to sit down and have a think to
himself after this. But one thing about it all was true, he didn't want his
little brother scared, nervous and unsure of what to do tomorrow. When you
went into situations like that, it was easier for people to take advantage
of you.

So a part of him, he guessed after all, really was doing this for Ethan. He
only wished it didn't have to be certain specific parts of him.

"Hey, Kelley," Ethan began as he watched Geoff pull his deflating penis out
of Kelley's bottom.  "Will you give me and Jeremy blowjobs, now?"

"Yeah, sure, Ethan."  It was hard not to look frazzled and feeling like
anything but wanting to do that. But he tried. He wasn't greatly
successful, but it was enough to keep Ethan comfortable with it all. Jeremy
didn't need such a boost. He still didn't understand it, why Kelley of all
people would do this, but he was all over this offer.

"You first then, Ethan," and Kelley ripped the towel off his brother and
tossed him on to the bed. He then leaned over and took him into his mouth,
starting straight away on sucking in that pale, hard small erection,
straight down to its smooth hairless base. Being that he couldn't cum yet,
Ethan's recharge time was much lower, and he was raring to go already; he
put all his faith in his protective older brother, as indeed he had all his
life and grabbed at Kelley's head, feeling good, not just from the
marvelous action of Kelley's tongue working his stiff little dickhead and
shaft, well not so little anymore, but also from the safety of the
experience, the trust that it was OK, just as Kelley guaranteed, and the
relief and wonderment that all he wanted and enjoyed with other boys was in
reality - all OK.

Everything would be OK.

He was going to be good; and this, while specifically not so normal, was
generally completely normal. He was normal. And it felt great.

No,

Actually,

It felt stupendously awesome.

It wasn't long before the sensorineural overload of his penis-controlled
nervous system bypassed the emotional well-being of his gestalt and almost
literally blew his mind. He held his naked brother's head tight against him
as he pumped the last remainders of his energy reserves into that amazing
mouth.

Is this what he did for others when he blew them? Ethan thought to himself
as he swam back into the reality of the bed, the room, the other people
smiling at him. He didn't think he was as good as his big brother, but if
he, Ethan, could make another boy feel even a quarter this good, then it
made the blow jobs he had already started to enjoy giving, to Jeremy, to
Tolley, to Jamie, and this morning to Seth, it made him want to give even
more of them. How awesome was it that something he thought was cool and was
really developing a taste for could turn out to be so shattering, in the
best of meanings, to other boys?

It was a totally awesome concept, one that he was already wanting to go out
and try. And he couldn't wait to try it on Daniel Mackey!!

Of course, if Kelley had known what was running through his brothers mind
as he watched the younger dirty blond boy lay there and recuperate, he
wouldn't have been overly pleased with Ethan's eagerness to put into action
what he had just learned from his own talented mouth.

"So, I guess you liked that, Ethan?"

"Oh . . . wow."  The boy still sounded a bit out of it.

Kelley couldn't help but smile at his little brother.  "I guess that means
yes."

"Oh, wow," he repeated again, looking up at the ceiling.  "Can we please do
that again?"

"Right now?"  Kelley asked, as a chuckle escaped despite what that meant to
his last remaining vestiges of boyness pride that he was trying to muster,
questioning all his motives to this point. He guessed, then, that after
all, maybe he really did do a lot of this for his brother.

"No, not now, I mean . . . . . well, I could . . . . . that would be
totally awesome! But I meant . . . . you know . . . . . again some time
after this?"

Ethan now propped himself up on his elbows so that he was looking at his
older brother still leaning over on the bed between his spread legs. Kelley
knew what he was asking, but deflected it.

"Well, anytime you want starting tomorrow, until dad picks us up on
Saturday, you know you can. As much as you want, I guess. That's part of
what this was about, you know, get you comfortable so you wouldn't feel bad
about asking for it, or even just wanting it."

"I know, and thanks . . . . but . . . . can we . . . . . after that?"

Kelley frowned slightly. This wasn't something he had wanted to continue;
it wasn't a trend that he wanted to start. All the same, as he looked again
at that rubbery hard prick standing proud still before him, just a few more
inches away than it was long, he thought about it. How bad would it be? He
reached forward and grasped a hold of the warm, hard flesh and felt of it
appreciatively. It was his little brother, a part of him, and he could
handle that. At least for a while.

"I don't know, Ethan . . . . maybe . . . but not a whole lot. And I still
have to think about that. And it's all over if you ever ask to do me, got
it? My dick isn't going anywhere around your mouth or ass, OK? So don't
even ask!"

"I got it."  The boy said with a big grin. He wasn't sure if this was the
best gift his brother had ever gotten him or not, but it was certainly
wonderful.  "He knew then that Kelley would give in and do it again
sometime."

"And never in front of Ashton, either. And don't never tell him, neither."

"I won't, promise" the boy said happily and leaned forward and hugged his
brother, as best as he could in their awkward positions, and he thanked him
again for everything.

During this whole time, Jeremy had been standing off the bed, looking down
at that amazing ass that was bent over the edge of his own bed, the bed
where he would be sleeping tonight, with the little brother of the owner of
that ass. And as he stared down at that double rounded perfection,
something he so longed to touch but simultaneously too afraid to touch, he
was trying to get up the nerve to walk behind that masterpiece, where he
could still see into the sexy crack, which had been cleaned of the greasy
residue of the last fuck by Geoff, before the oldest boy left the other
three to get cleaned up himself.

He could barely make out that tempting hole, and he so wanted to step
between those legs, part those taunting cheeks and delve into that
tantalizing crack, press into that hole . . . . Even as his mind wandered
there, his dick again was on a hardening rise. True, it never completely
dipped below a semi, but it was coming back to a steely hard despite two
cums within the last 50 minutes. But then, as he tried to get his resolve
up, he also thought about how much he wanted a blow job, if he was only
going to get one more go at Kelley's offer of service.

But was it really an offer to Jeremy? No, and he knew that. He just
happened to be in the right place at the right time, despite it being his
bedroom; or, more to the point, he happened to be with the right person at
the right time. And that person was Ethan Tucker, who at that moment
sounded like he was about to hit his second orgasm of the night.

After that, would it be over? Would Kelley be done with them? Would he
consent to giving Jeremy a blow job before he left? But really why should
he? And beside that, Jeremy really wanted to fuck again. He soooo wanted to
fuck Kelley's butthole and feel himself slamming into those compressible
cool cheeks - one more time! No one who had never been in a 12 year old
boy's ass could ever understand how magically strong that desire was,
especially to a boy doing it for his first time. But who could say if the
older boy wouldn't punch him if he went up to that ass and tried again?

Besides that, it sounded like Ethan's whole body was about to burst apart
at the cellular level from the build-up he was having. If Kelley were that
good with his mouth, Jeremy certainly wanted to try. And beside that,
having had your dick sucked by two different brothers was a whole 'nother
level of kinky and sexy that just amped up his hormonal drive to nut. And
if that weren't enough itself, the thought of shooting cum up Kelley's butt
AND down his throat gave the young horny boy and even more perverse thrill.

That settled it, and he climbed onto the bed just as Ethan hit his
high. While the boy was coming down, Jeremy meanwhile sat there
Indian-style, with his peter pointing skyward, waiting for a break in the
brotherly coming-to-terms before he could interject his plea for his own
blowjob.

As it was, Kelley was done and put his hands under him to push up and off
the bed. As he did so he caught sight of not only the Empire State Prick
rising out of the island of Jeremy's lap, but also the desperate plead on
the boy's face.

"Please?"  was all Jeremy said.

Kelley sighed. He really wasn't looking to do this, especially for Jeremy,
but the problem was that he had promised both of them a blowjob if they
cleaned up. Just one day this week, he would have like to have made it out
of the day by not having to swallow some boy's semen. But that wasn't going
to be the case today, it seemed. First Carter, now Jeremy.

"All right, lay back," Kelley said, resigned. The two 12 year olds had
effectively pushed his first cum-free mouth day to Sunday.

Jeremy eagerly complied, thanking a grimmer Kelley profusely and lay back,
allowing himself to be pulled farther down the bed until his legs were bent
up and around Kelley's head and his dick and balls were directly below the
boy's mouth. Kelley for his part was still bent over the edge of the bed
and he grasped a hold of Jeremy's midsection such that he had a firm
handhold of each of the boy's buttcheeks, thumbs pressing in and holding
the sides firm while his fingers spread out along those virginal cheeks,
the fingertips of the longest ones dipping into the unexplored crack and
spreading it open. Kelley pulled the boy up to him as he leaned down and
without hesitation took the almost 4 inches of keen boy flesh directly into
his mouth, dipped down all the way once, to where his wetted lips kissed
the faint light, practically invisible hairs of the groin and plump sac of
the boy and then up just as quickly and swirled the head, driving the
mental state of the greatly thankful 11 year old just practically bonkers.

Unlike Carter's second blow job, and the ones he would probably give at the
White Party, Kelley was going to give his all to this one for Jeremy.

Jeremy just as immediately thrust his hips up in a reflex to fuck that
mouth, seeking for himself the inordinately difficult-to-comprehend
pleasure that Kelley could apparently bring; but Kelley was already off the
dick and on the balls, though the quick move almost put his eye out from
the straining hairless prick. He was already down on the balls and sucked
them in hard, digging his fingers even deeper into Jeremy's untouched abyss
when the boy thrust up.

The boy gasped as he felt the immediate suction on his balls that brought
him to the luminal edge of pain, although Kelley's expert-becoming mouth
did not take him over the line, and Jeremy gasped again as he felt his
asscheeks squeezed hard and the fingertips of either of Kelley's hands
rimming the edge of his asshole. He had never been touched there before and
the feelings of having the edges of that private hole tugged open cast him
into almost orgasmic confusion, compounded by the strange need to blow a
load from the fear of having his balls in another boys mouth and the strong
actual sensations from having them tugged and suctioned so.

Kelley was in control now, though, of both the ass and genitals of that
boy, and he let him know it in his onslaught. He came off the balls with
last tug and suction that briefly, and only barely, broke the pain
threshold; but no sooner had Jeremy tried to pull back than he tried to
shove forward, as Kelley was suddenly on the dick itself, aggressively
tonguing the front of the shaft and sucking the whole of it in through as
tight a pressing as his mouth could make. Through the distraction of such
agonizing pleasure and the confusion of the flip-flop from certain
testicular pain to the bewilderment of wanting nothing but more, more, more
- the boy was even yelling it out, though he himself would have no
recollection of it - Kelley took advantage of Jeremy's mind being ripped
from reality to shove the tips of both middle fingers deeper into the well
of Jeremy's vulnerable anal ring and tug down and outward, again causing
the boy mass confusion as to whether he wanted to escape intrusion or push
down onto it.

It wasn't solely his sexual orientation being topsy-turvy, but his whole
body being unsure of where to thrust, where to drop, where to push, what
direction to go and where to seek the desire of everything around his
midsection, though his whole body itself was just as lost. This had the
effect of throwing off the orgasm that he could blow in any second. But it
wasn't a displacement of something needed, just a teasing of something
inevitable. All he did was build up a greater need to cum in the boy,
leading to an even more explosive cum, whenever it finally came.

During his oral torture of Jeremy, Kelley felt a small hand caressing his
own butt, and it was all he could do not to try to crawl into the bed and
hump the mattress. Ethan must have taken the twitching of his brother's
legs and the pushing back, however subtle, of his ass, as a sign that it
was OK to screw the comely asshole, yet again, with his renewed hard
on. Kelley barely grunted as he felt his little brother enter him fully and
start to fuck. The gentle knocks against his ass weren't nearly pronounced
as Geoff's had been and didn't distract greatly from the job he was doing
on Jeremy's nuts and dick with his mouth.

A few more minutes into this and Jeremy could no longer tell where dick and
asshole began or ended or which needed relief more, except that he was more
desperate to come than he ever had been in his whole entire life. He
brought himself up on his elbows with what energy was barely left him as
Kelley went down on his dick with mouth and tongue in a relentless force of
oral assault, and he caught sight of Ethan fucking away - that bare,
unblemished, beautiful body, completely naked but with the eventual sight
of his genitals obscured by the ass of the boy he was fucking. But still he
could see and imagine where those dick and balls would be, just there
beyond those pronounced mounds flaring up out of the spotless expanse of
Kelley Tucker's warm back and curving downward out of sight, beyond which
his beautiful brother was fucking the shit out of him.

And then Jeremy blew. Harder, more forceful, more needy for desperate
relief than ever before, he shot everything he felt he had in his body and
could ever make into the mouth and down the throat of Kelley Tucker. He
collapsed back on to the bed, but Kelley never came off and never stopped
sucking. He swallowed and swallowed and swallowed everything. And still he
kept sucking.

He tried pushing Kelley's head off his now exquisitely tender dick, except
he had little to no energy left; the boy was producing such a weird
combination of pleasure and pain right at the tip of his dick down to his
hole that he was close to passing out completely. He moved his legs up
higher, wrapping them around Kelley and pulling himself downward to escape
the continued oral onslaught, and that was when he noticed a second
change. There weren't two fingers tugging at the edge of his hole anymore,
but one greased finger (the Vaseline tub being still open and nearby and
close to Kelley's surreptitious hand) deeply embedded in his bottom and
only working its way deeper.

Jeremy surprised himself by trying to bury deeper that finger in his butt,
squirming downward and wrapping his legs more tightly around Kelley; but
was he trying to get finger fucked or escape the overflow of pleasure along
his dick, an overflow that could quite literally drown his mental state and
drive him insane if no relief was forthcoming?

He was so confused by his physical and sexual and mental feelings at this
point that he had no awareness that he was simultaneously screaming out for
Kelley to both stop and do it more. All of a sudden Kelley did pull off his
dick, letting Jeremy fall back limp on his bed, even his legs exerting no
more effort, though they stayed somewhat wrapped around Kelley due to
entanglement more than effort. The finger was still in his ass, and he
found it strangely enticing, even pleasurable in what areas of his body
that still felt as though they could function.

At this point he felt a few jolts shudder through Kelley's body and a
scream of orgasmic pleasure coming from behind the older boy told Jeremy
that Ethan had burst another dry nut in his brother's naked ass. Sure
enough, Ethan moved out from behind Kelley and collapsed backward onto the
bed, exhausted and almost dead to the world.

About the same time, Jeremy felt Kelley's finger being pulled from his ass,
happy to no longer have that humiliation, but effaced inwardly to realize
he wanted it back inside - and for the life of him he honestly could not
connect why. He thought everything was over; and needless to say that,
despite the whole finger fuck ordeal that he could later just brush aside,
he was never in his life so simultaneously satisfied and hungry at the end
of something as he was right then. His hunger was a long term hunger, and
he realized that, like Ethan, he wanted this again, but he also realized
that, unlike Ethan, it was forever closed to him after this.

At least until Ethan became a more experienced 'friend in need'.

But then quite suddenly, and definitely quite surprisingly, he was pulled
down the bed by Kelley. With a shock he felt the leaking head of Kelley's
own heretofore neglected erection slime across one asscheek, perilously
close to slipping into the opened and upthrust ass, given that his legs
were still up and around Kelley's body. He was both too tired and too
scared to fight and looked up with panic into the older boy's face.

The smile on Kelley's face looked calculating, it looked scary as hell to
Jeremy and he just barely kept himself from whimpering. He knew what
position he was in. He was in a position to get fucked. He shook his head
back and forth, pleading with Kelley not to do this; but Geoff had already
left out, having gone downstairs to wait for the other two boys to finish
with Kelley, and Ethan was already slipping off into some sort of
dreamland. There was no one to help him.

Sure enough, after being moved into position to be drilled, who knows how
many times Kelley would want to bust into that virgin hole, he felt
Kelley's finger drive back into him and sink in deep, and his first
instinct was to drive down onto that finger. It only deepened his shame and
humiliation of not only what was happening, but what was about to. As much
as he couldn't keep himself off that finger if he could have tried, what
made him so deeply ashamed of enjoying it and so deeply fearful of what
Kelley was about to do, was a deeper knowledge in himself that that just
wasn't the path he wanted to follow in life.

Kelley embedded his middle finger fully, stopped only by the subjugated
boy's own flesh pressed against his knuckles. A tear formed at the edge of
Jeremy's eye and rolled down his face. In a faltering voice, he pleaded
with Kelley:

"Please, Kelley . . . don't fuck me."

But Kelley was not swayed by the tear or the plea, not even the
slightest. He was going to do exactly what he wanted to do.

"Jeremy," he said, shaking his head, even while he pulled the finger back
and embedded it fully again, caused a failed suppression of an involuntary
shudder of guilty pleasure to run through the boy. Despite the good
feelings, he was desperate not to get fucked; he didn't want to be, and he
was on the edge of silently bawling, knowing he couldn't stop it.

"Please don't, Kelley . . . . . . ."

Kelley sighed. Was this boy really that retarded? He again moved his finger
in and out slightly, again feeling a shudder go through the boy.

"I'm not going to fuck you, ignoramous. Have I ever been like that? When
would I ever hurt somebody like that?"

This time he moved his finger out a bit more and sank it in a bit deeper,
once again to the knuckles, once again causing the younger and slightly
smaller boy to squirm against, but this time a loud and unmistakable moan
got out, and the boy blushed in horrid embarrassment. Kelley was right; he
wasn't like that. And Kelley never lied, but why was he allowing the boy to
be so humiliated? Despite his shudders, squirms, and moans, despite his
wanting, somewhere in some primal kinky part of his brain, he wanted Kelley
to exert himself and dominate him, a quirky feeling that only humiliated
him all the more so, despite all that, he was desperately wanting the boy
to stop.

But Kelley once more deep finger-fucked the virgin hole and then leaned in
and put his face right up next to the confused, sexually-energized boy and
put his hot mouth right up against Jeremy's ear and whispered:

"Ethan's dick ain't a whole bigger than my finger,"

He pulled out and re-entered, eliciting another groan from the helpless boy
-

"Let my little brother fuck you tonight,"

Another pull out, a fake in, more out, and the all the way embedded,
causing Jeremy to shuffle down and squeeze with his legs unconsciously to
get more,

"And I swear to you, I'll give you a whole day this summer with me,
whenever you want, to do whatever you want."

And then Kelley pulled back, giving Jeremy a slow fuck with his finger even
as he was pulling it out. And just like that, Kelley got up and walked into
the bathroom to clean up, which including a sudden and unexpected need to
sit on the toilet. When he came back out and grabbed his clothes and began
redressing, he couldn't help but smile. Ethan was out, asleep and probably
having good dreams, but Jeremy was still a bit in shock, and his poor dick
couldn't have been any harder, despite three mind blowing orgasms within
the last hour.

"Sounds like your mom coming home," Kelley said as a car pulled into the
drive.  "Remember what I said. Offer's good if you want it. Otherwise, our
other deal stands. Nothing, not even your finger, goes in Ethan's hole
until I say it's OK, which probably won't be too far away. See you later,
Jeremy."

"Yeah, sure . . . ."  The boy managed to sit up on his bed, but still hard,
and still stunned at what had passed, not only in the last few minutes, but
the whole last hour.  "Wait! You forgot your underwear!"

Kelley looked back, gave a shrug and an embarrassed smile, and said, "My
dad said it's a tradition at the White Party that the first Blue boy to get
fucked by the host gives him his underwear as a trophy, or souvenir, or
whatever. Supposedly I'm also supposed to sign them, or something like
that. If you want that, you have to take me up on my second offer. If you
don't want them, just let Ethan bring them home in the morning."

Jeremy looked over at Ethan, who was already passed out on the bed, and
then down at the blue briefs he had picked up in his hand. No way was he
letting Ethan take those home. They were his.

Kelley and Geoff said goodbye to Mrs. Cantrell downstairs and headed out,
saving their awkward goodbyes until they got to the juncture of Spring
Drive.

"You sure you don't want to come back and get something to eat?"  Kelley
asked, though it was solely to be polite. He needed some distance right
now, from everybody that had been in his ass.  "We have plenty of food. You
know my parents don't mind."

"No, it's OK. Thanks, though. I better get on down to Uncle Michael's. Aunt
Elizabeth will have enough left over for supper. She always does."

"Ok. Cool."

"Hey, Kelley, uh . . . . thanks. For everything. Just
. . . . . . thanks. And . . .  I guess . . . . . I'm sorry . . . . . you
know . . . . . about it all . . . . to start with."

Kelley nodded. It was over and it was done. He really didn't want to go
over it again.

But some part of Geoff felt like he still needed to explain something.  "I
guess I just needed---"

"No, Geoff," Kelley said, interrupting and hopefully shortening whatever
was to come.  "It's cool. Don't . . . really, don't mention it. Your'e
welcome, and I hope you had fun and all that. It's cool. Just, uh
. . . . you know that was it, right?"

"Oh yeah, totally," Geoff blushed. He had gotten the impossible. Whatever
more he might want would have to be buried. Deep inside.  "Uh, I hope this
doesn't make things weird between us."

Kelley couldn't help but laugh. How could things get any weirder?  "Are you
serious?"

Even Geoff smiled and let out a short laugh.  "Yeah, stupid question, I
guess. Well, eventually at least."

Kelley nodded his understanding. They would be OK.  "Yeah, but maybe sooner
than 'later,' probably. Just give me a couple days. I'll see you Monday at
the water war."

"Great! Sounds cool, and uh, one last time . . . . thank you for
everything, Kelley! You know if there's ever anything I can do for you
. . . ."

Kelley smiled and held up one finger to stop the boy.

"Actually, there is this one thing. You see, I actually know how your
necklace works."

"What? How?"

"In my dad's office, when you were hiding this all from me, it . . . . uh
. . .  somehow, let me see exactly what it did."

Geoff was quiet. He didn't realize that Kelley's abilities extended that
far, but it made sense. If he was able to see through any deception or lie,
then any deception, lie or hidden agenda would only serve to highlight the
artificers or enablers of such deception.

"So, um, what do you want?"

"I want to know if you can make another one. Just a temporary one - for
half a day. I know someone who could use it."







Back at home it had been just Kelley and his parents for supper. After the
day he had had he was a bit worried that they might be wanting to discuss
his expectations and concerns of tomorrow, or to talk more about his short
life as an Indian Springs bottom through the remainder of that weekend. He
hoped they didn't. As far as he was concerned, it was all over after this
weekend. Caput and no more, and he would go back to being the same Kelley
Tucker that he was in May.

They had no fear about Ethan. With Kelley around they could rest assured
nothing would happen to either of their two youngest sons. It was Kelley's
decisions and how those decisions would impact Kelley that caused them the
greatest concern. Mercifully, however, his parents must have had decided
that the subject had been exhausted over the course of the day, as indeed
it had, and they had already discussed amongst themselves that at this
point they would have to put their faith in their son and how they had
reared him. They would need to trust that he could handle himself.

As such, dinner went fairly well. It was nice, reduced to the three of them
for a change. His dad felt he could go into greater detail on the work he
and Kelley's mother were doing for the Indian Spring Community Integrity
Association (the CIA) without boring Ethan and simply losing Ashton's
attention. His mother talked about the art school near where she
worked. She had decided to look into a short life drawing course that
started in mid-July and was considering the idea of signing Malcolm up for
it as well.

That led them to talking about the 4th of July party and how Malcolm had
been treated. Kelley was surprised that it had already made the rounds of
several of the adults and that his dad was to speak about it with Cal's dad
tomorrow when he dropped Kelley off. A few more things were discussed, like
the water war at the Cormacks on Monday and the possibility of going
Tuesday to the Carnival just setting up out at the County Fairgrounds.

(Kelley had received a call from Tyler right after he had gotten in from
the Cantrell's. Apparently Tyler had seen Selene Patros out at Chase's pool
that afternoon and talked to her about the Fair before she left. He found
out she was going with her friends on Tuesday; and that pretty much sealed
it for Kelley as to when he wanted to go.)

They also talked about the next weekend when Kelley, Ethan, and Ashton
would all three go with the Cormacks to the New Jersey shore.

"It's a 9 hour drive straight through," his mom said, "But I believe you
will be stopping in Pittsburgh for a baseball game on the way there and
then stopping off in Amish Country on the way back."

"Oh cool!"

"It's very nice of the Cormacks, so you boys be on your best behavior."

"Mom."  That was like telling fish to be sure to swim once they got in the
water.

"I know," she waved off his get-real look, "but I'm a mom, so I at least
have to say it."

Kelley was tired. He hadn't done much physically that day, aside from being
fucked, and sucking dick, but he still drug himself upstairs after dinner,
no longer looking forward to a single night to himself without his
brothers, but just looking forward to a shower and bed. And despite how
tired he was, he still needed to jerkoff like something fierce. He sat on
his bed and pulled his socks off and laughed at the thought of being sleepy
while simultaneously showering and jerking off. For some reason it just
seemed funny.

He lay back on his bed for a moment and stretched his muscles. It was
ironic, he thought, but tonight would have actually been the perfect night
for Casey to spend the night and own his ass. He had lucked out that the
kid neither wanted anything to do with 'ownership' or the Mackey Rules, but
was also too angry to take the offer of spending the night. Kelley was
actually happy about that. He could repair the anger damage later. But
tonight (he stretched) he was free.

He was also asleep.







"We had everything before us, we had nothing before us,"

7:10 pm The Village of Sweetwater

It was still a couple hours before sunset with mostly clear skies and
cooler weather than the night before, and Ezekiel Prosper was a little too
keyed up to stay inside and read like his mother had asked. Mimi and Jacob
were still more than a bit freaked out by their discovery at 2 o'clock that
morning, and they were more interested in Ezekiel staying close to home.

"Mom, going out after eating won't make me a homosexual," Ezekiel said when
she mentioned that maybe it was best if he stayed around the house after
dinner. She was too embarrassed to respond to that; the pause allowed the
boy to appeal to his dad to at least let him go up to the school to see if
any of his friends were up there playing basketball. Fortunately his dad
felt that was the healthier option.

He took his bike and road up toward the school. On the way he passed, and
stopped to talk to, Sherry Walther, Shane's twin sister. She was sucking on
a Sonic soft drink, and Ezekiel felt a lurch in his groin as he watched
those lips purse around the straw and suck it, drawing up the fluid
within. He wondered briefly, as most boys do, what this girl thought about
him as a boy among the other boys. It had been bothering Ezekiel just how
much Shane might know, how much Randy may have told him, and if he had
voiced anything to his twin sister, though he certainly wasn't about to
test that out on Sherry right now. She was actually out looking for Shane,
coincidentally; he left the house shortly after they got back from Sonic
and after having received a phone call. She had a bad feeling in her
gut. It was a twin thing, she said.

"Hunh."  Ezekiel said in some confusion.  "Well, I don't know who called
HIM, but your brother called ME a little while ago."

"What did he say?"

"I don't know, really. He called at the end of dinner, so we let it go to
the answering machine. My mom listened to the messages after. She only said
he called, wanted to talk to me, but didn't really say anything else."

"It's weird. I hope he isn't in trouble."

"I'll keep my eyes open for him," Ezekiel told her and watched as a lift in
the breeze blew her hair across her face.

"Thanks, Zeke. It's probably nothing, but tonight . . . . . it just doesn't
feel right."

Ezekiel sped off on his bike, past a few pieces of trash that were suddenly
blasted across the street by a low wind. Sherry was pretty, but he found
the whole twin thing a bit off-setting. He knew he wasn't the only guy in
their class to think that, either. Besides, he preferred her friend, Julie
Lowry, but then he had a thing for blonds. He was almost to the school and
actually passing the Lowry house when he realized he had been having
'un-wholesome' thoughts about a girl the whole time.

Ezekiel smiled. It felt good to have some casual proof that he was a
ladies' man somewhere under that recent skin of boy lust. In fact, despite
how he spent the afternoon, he didn't even clue in once to Nathan being a
blond when he was thinking about blond girls he liked at school. He was
feeling so much of a charge at that moment, as he was riding past the
Lowry's, not knowing that Ian Cormack and Jack Lanham were at that moment
in Julie's little brother's room. They were just about to trade Morgan off
from Ian's to Jack's dick, but none of that was known to Ezekiel Prosper
who kept on going down the street past the house.

The wind had picked up some more, and looking up he saw that some darker
clouds had moved in. A cooler breeze, whipping itself into a fury in
pockets here and there, seemed to follow him down the street from the Lowry
house. Ezekiel skidded to a stop in front of the school; a sudden sensation
that he was being followed caused him to jerk his body around to look.

But it was nothing but the wind. It almost pulled up to a complete stop,
like it had been following the boy, but then blew past in a gust, taking
several eddies of debris and trash and sticks across the front paved area
of the school and skirting down the front of the building along the six
classrooms that faced the street, the fifth of which had been Ezekiel's
homeroom. The vortex continued down the pavement, dragging debris and
throwing off a high pitch squeal of twisting winds. Instead of blowing off
into the playing fields, it seemed to have turned the corner of the school,
chased down the other side by a howling crosswind.

"Oh, don't even think I'm following you around that corner."  Ezekiel
apostrophized to the slipstream.

Was this the middle of June or Halloween? He no longer felt like playing
basketball; he was starting to believe he should have stayed home. The
temperature had dropped and the wind thrashing his hair had an angry menace
to it and a cold biting undertone. It was still light outside, but the
clouds above his head looked angrier, and the sounds of empty tunnels,
vibrating high wires and uncaged ferocity did not belong in Sweetwater,
which had no tunnels, high wires, or ferocious anythings. This wasn't a
normal summer storm starting up.

Ezekiel saw an abandoned bike in the bike rack. It wasn't uncommon, though,
for kids to leave their bikes there, either because they forgot them or
that their mom or dad had picked them up at the park on the other side, and
they would get it the next day. The single bike on its own was creepy, but
that wasn't making him nervous. Something else was.

Something at the pay phone on the far end of the school caught his eye. He
cursed himself for being stupid and not turning around and heading home,
but he had to take a closer look. Ezekiel Dropped his bike next to the bike
rack and slowly walked toward the phone. He didn't like this; and the
closer he got, the less he liked it.

The receiver was dangling off the hook and swaying. He hung it back up and
looked down on the brushed steel shelf on the other side of the bulky pay
phone and confirmed exactly what he was worried he would find. It was a
Sonic drink cup, with a red straw poking out of it. The last time he had
seen a straw like that, it was entering the tight sucking lips of Shane's
sister. He wasn't liking this. He picked up the cup and rattled it. It was
half-full of ice.

Right at that moment, he heard a slamming sound, like a loose sheet of
metal flapping in a strong breeze. Ezekiel knew that sound; his gut twisted
as he recognized it. He knew what was down that side of the building. It
was the gym. The school abutted a public park, with a greenway directly
across. The outdoor basketball courts, where Ezekiel had been intending to
go that night were back that way, if you went far enough; but first there
was a door embedded in a broad expanse of brick, the only windows being
high up and used for ventilation.

It was the back door to the gym, and it was supposed to be shut and
locked. He and Randy, back when they were actual friends, had found where
the emergency spare key was hidden. They never told anyone and had snuck
inside from time to time. Those fun times ended when Randy began sneaking
Ezekiel inside so he could fuck the boy senseless while bending him over
the bleachers of his own school gymnasium. Every time Zeke had PE in the
last days of school, he would see those bleachers and know what happened on
them, always living in fear that suddenly everyone else in his PE class
would figure it out if they sat there, or if they somehow looked at the
seats under a certain light.

The return of those memories nearly paralyzed him in fear. But there was
something else that made him even more fearful. He didn't hear the door
anymore. It wasn't banging in the wind when he heard it; it was being
used. Someone was going in and out.

Now he knew he should run; but he looked back at that forlorn drink cup
missing its owner, and he felt guilty for his cowardice. He stiffly moved,
forcing himself to follow the strange and scary winds around the side of
the building and see if Shane was there. Maybe Randy had told him about the
key. Maybe Randy had told him about them, the sex. Maybe . . . . . there
were a lot of maybes, Ezekiel realized. He had plenty of maybes. What he
was short on were Shanes. Ezekiel took a deeper breath and let it out
slowly.

With more bold intent this time, he came up to the faded blue steel door
and placed his hand on the latch. There was no one around, but he thought
he heard noises inside. Ezekiel pressed his thumb down on the latch and
gave the door a jerk. It was open. He quickly stepped inside to find the
lower wall lights on and a grinning 17 or 18 year old sitting on the
bleachers, looking at him like he was expected.

"SLAM"

Ezekiel jerked around to the sound. Another boy, this one older, had
slammed shut the door he had just come through and was smiling as well,
walking toward him.

"You Zeke?"  came a gruff question. It was as close to a greeting that he
could realistically expect, given the ominous circumstances.

"Yeah," his voice broke. He cleared his throat, but his voice still came
out cracked and wavering.  "I'm Zeke. Who are you?"

"You told a fib, Shane. You said Zekey boy wasn't home. If you had been
more honest, you wouldn't have had to take his place."  The rough, scary
looking older boy said this sarcastically, looking beyond Ezekiel with a
sickening smile on his face.

Ezekiel turned, fearful of what he would see, and sure enough, there was
Shane, on his knees, cum dripping off his mouth, tears coming from his
eyes, and another older teen holding him in place by a firm grip through
his hair. He looked scared, and he looked sorry for trying to get Zeke
here; but it didn't matter. Zeke had come by anyway, on his own, and now he
was realizing he had to get out of there on his own.

He couldn't take Shane. The only way to save Shane was to get out fast and
get help. Zeke heard the older guy from near the door circle behind him,
and he heard what sounded like metal being unsheathed. It was now or never;
whatever he was going to do he would need to do quickly. Ezekiel suddenly
bolted for Shane, but only about three steps before he reached him, he made
a sharp left and ran straight for the door, barely dodging a reactive swipe
from the guy with the knife.

"Get'im, Pike! He's getting away!"

Ezekiel took off through the door hard and through a glance back as he
went. For some reason it looked like 'Pike', whoever he was, had stopped up
short with an odd smile on his face, like he didn't need to chase him. So
Ezekiel turned on the speed and hit the path outside the door to run as
fast as he could, and he ran . . . . . WHAM . . . . straight into a wall. A
soft, yet bony wall.

Ezekiel bounced off whatever he hit and landed flat on his back with a thud
and a groan. He looked up slightly dazed at the black and dark grey clouds
swirling in above him and saw, over six feet farther up, the hard set face
of a 19 year old street thug, pausing to light a cigarette. He was menacing
and exuded evil beyond his years, but seemed infinitely patient in
addressing the stunned boy on the ground.

"Well, hullooozzZeke!"  The gangster-looking wall of muscle finally said in
a slightly sarcastic, friendly greeting, sharply cutting off with a
pronounced 'k' that made Ezekiel's skin crawl.  "Good of you to come by."

Ezekiel's instincts told him he had run from horrible to worse and he
started crawling backward to get away from this guy. But the man just
squatted down, grabbed Ezekiel's fleeing ankle and jerked the whole boy
back to him, like he was just a 10 pound bag of dirt or something.

"Now, now, where do you think you're going?"  The sound was far from
pleasant, full of hate and malice, and he wasn't too sure if it came from
the man or the venomous snake tattoo that traipsed across his face, from
brow to ear to mouth.  "We haven't had fun with you, yet."

The guy's hand was now holding Ezekiel by his left hip, the fingers curving
down like they were appraising his ass and the thumb venturing out
dangerously close to his groin. And the look the guy was giving him - if
Ezekiel had known the word 'lascivious' he could have used it, but for now
all he could describe it as was 'creepy'. And disturbed.

"Let me go! I'l-"

Ezekiel couldn't finish what he was going to say as he was racked by
coughing fits from the smoke that the guy blew into his face.  "Shhh, shhh,
shhhhh??. Now, you don't wanna go making me mad before I got me a good fuck
to calm down with. You see, I just got outta prison this here afternoon
after two long years, and I really need a GOOD fuck."

"No . . . ."  Ezekiel was shaking in fear, shaking his head, this couldn't
be happening. Lightening doesn't really strike twice in the same place.

"Oh yes, and of course, I hope you brought enough to share."

The young man seemed 10 or 15 years older than he was and his laugh added a
good few centuries on top of that.

"Why me?"  Came a very small, weak voice. Ezekiel was concentrating his
hardest on trying to pull away, and was getting nowhere on that. The man
didn't even look like he was putting up any effort.

"Why you? Well that's a good question, Zeke, but I don't like boys that
think too much. Remember that. You see, I guess I don't look it, but I'm
only 19, so my exit processing was through the juvenile detention and
processing center, owing to that being the place where I started this most
recent journey through the penal system."

The man paused to draw on the cigarette, though this time he blew the smoke
elsewhere.

"And I met someone while I was passing through that great and wonderful
processing center. I was on my way out, and he was on his way in. And the
looks of him, and what he was going in for, well, he looked like he needed
protection. Ah hell, he definitely needed protection. And being still
connected inside, I could help with that."

"What's this have to do with me?"

"Well, he realized that I could help him. Almost by sight he put it
together."

"So?"  Zeke was still struggling, only partly paying attention. But what he
heard next knocked everything out of him.

"So, he had to pay for that help, didn't he? I needed a couple whores to
start up my new life in LA."  the snake man said, "For your sake, I hope
your ass is as tight as your friend Randy said it was, cause you and Shane
are comin' to Cali with me, Zekey."



"We were all going direct to Heaven,
we were all going direct the other way-"