Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2006 04:28:59 +0100
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Ch. 03

Kids of Indian Spring
Chapter 03

We rejoin Nathan and Kelley now, still biking through Coolspring to get up
the nerve to ask for a job. Having a resident of the wealthier suburb point
out that the two boys clearly did not belong, even making a snide comment
about their bikes, only made the boys realize that life at school in
Sweetwater wasn't going to be any better unless they had funds to rectify
the glaring differences in their level of economy. And so . . . . .



Monday,   12 June 1995   (same day)
2:10 pm

The boys now had increased resolve to ask the Hispanic looking man that
they had seen if he would give them jobs in his gardening and landscaping
company. They had individually resolved that they would do anything for any
amount of hours at any pay just to raise some money to improve their
chances of surviving the coming school year in Sweetwater. They needed new
bikes, new clothes, some ability to at least talk about the latest video
game, and some independence in having expendable income, for afternoon
snacks, going to the skate rink or water park, or just getting a drink out
of the machine at school. In short they needed cash, and they needed to get
started soon. Summer had just started, but the remaining free time was
quickly fading.

Kelley and Nathan started finding their way back to the street and house
where they had seen the man inspecting the yard. They knew he was the yard
man, not just because he was Hispanic in an almost exclusively white
neighborhood, but he had a mowing trailer and a truck with the logo of his
company "Dos Amigos Ancianos Lawn Care Company." They hoped to themselves
that something would move him to employ two boys who were each barely 12
years old. It was a troubling thought that neither were willing to
face. The bleak alternative future they had painted for themselves had made
them too desperate to accept any alternate scenarios than employment. And
this was the only workable idea that they had been able to come up with so
far.

They recognized the street as they came upon it and biked around the corner
to the house where the yardman was working. They were crestfallen when they
rounded the bend. There was no yardman, no truck, no trailer or mowers -
just a well maintained lawn in front of a big house. It was the same along
both sides of the street. There were no workmen or gardeners to be seen.

The boys stopped in the middle of the block.

"Fuck!!" Kelley exclaimed. Quietly, but with a definite emphasis.

Nathan commiserated with his friend, but he too was now fully back on board
with the idea that they would have to secure some funding for the coming
year. He was determined now not to be let down.  "Come on, Tuck. He's not
the only yardman around, most likely. We'll find another one. Let's go more
to the front of Coolspring."  And without a word Kelley followed his
friend, hoping they would find another opportunity like the one he had so
foolishly let slip away, just 15 minutes or so earlier.

The boys biked in silence now, aware of the looks they were getting from
the occasional Coolspring resident who disapproved of outsiders who didn't
have business in their community. But the boys did have business there, or
at least they were trying to, and they kept their eyes open for any sign of
lawn care on a commercial, yet still somewhat small, level. They rode about
another ten minutes crisscrossing different streets until they saw a
promising lead. A green pickup, similar to the one that Kelley had spotted
but raced past earlier, with a flat trailer behind loaded with a mower,
also similar to the other one, with rakes, full leaf and lawn bags, hoes,
weedeaters, blowers, etc. As they coasted their bikes toward the truck, the
boys smiled as they read the logo on the door panel:

Dos Amigos Ancianos Lawn Care Company Your complete Lawn and Garden needs
are our specialty

The boys looked around for any workers. All they saw was a boy about 14
coming toward the truck. He was dressed in a gray T-shirt and khakis that
could stand a good washing. He was a Hispanic kid and on the front left of
his T-shirt was a green logo with the name of the company.  The older boy
just gave a non-committal nod, same as the man had given the two boys
before and continued on to the truck, replacing the small gas can he had
been carrying and getting out a pair of hedge shears.

"Hey," began Nathan. "Do you work for the guy that owns this company?"

The boy smiled and just said, "You think I live here, huh? Not white enough
for that. You don't live around here either, though."  He went back to
looking for something in a green bin in the back of the truck.

"How do you know?" asked Nathan again. Kelley was seemingly going to let
him handle these negotiations once he started.

"You don't dress like it. Estan pobres. More than here at least." He was
still searching for something, having moved on to another bin.

Neither of the 12 year olds were sure what that meant, and both briefly
thought that maybe they should take Spanish in school next year. Nathan
stumbled out with somewhat of a response, "Well, yeah, uh, well we figured
you did, cause, you know your, uh pants are like you been working and you
got that logo thing on your shirt."

"Hey, you're pretty sharp."  The older boy responded sarcastically without
looking up from his search. About this time another boy, this one also
Hispanic and about 13 years old, came around the side of the house and
shouted something in Spanish to the older boy. The first boy turned half
around and shouted back "Momentito!" He turned back to Kelley and Nathan,
grinned and shook his head and began pulling things out of the second
bin. The two boys on bikes watched him, again losing their resolve to ask
for employment. The second boy was meanwhile coming closer when the older
boy exclaimed: "Oi! Aqui esta!"

He was holding up an extra reel of weedeater wire. It was then that the
other boys noticed that the 13 year old, who was now coming up behind the
14 year old, was in fact carrying a weedeater. Kelley was starting to
realize that he really didn't know the first thing about lawn care or yard
work. All they really did at his house was just mow the lawn with a simple
push mower. He watch the older boy hand the reel of wire off to the other
one who had now propped the weedeater up against the truck and was changing
out the spool. The first boy glanced up at them and said "So, chicos, did
you want something?"

"Yeah."  But that was as far as poor Nathan could get.

"Well?"  the older boy asked. The second boy was grinning now too.

'We must look stupid to them,' Kelley thought, but what came out, boldly
enough, was: "We need a job."

"Oh yeah? How old are you?"

"Almost 13."

"When? In like a year?"  The 13 year old looked up from his work and
laughed at this.

"No!"  Kelley said defiantly, at first. Then looked down and meekly
finished, "in like 10 months."

"You ever done any yard work."

"Yes."

"Besides just pushing a lawn mower?"

"Oh. Uh, no."

The two Hispanic boys looked at each other and grinned. "Que pense, Ruben?"
The 13 year old, Ruben, just smiled and shook his head and went back to
reassembling the head of the weedeater. The older boy looked back to the
younger ones and said, "I don't think my dad is hiring little kids who
don't know anything about yards."

"We're not little kids."  Kelley retorted.

"Yeah, maybe we should just ask him ourselves."  Nathan boldly added.

The older boy just shrugged his shoulders, and Ruben chuckled.  "You can
wait. He went with my Uncle Carlos to see about another house they're
bidding on. He don't need 12 year olds, though. And this house is mine and
Ruben's. Sometimes I hire my little brother or Ruben's, but I don't need
anybody right now. But you can wait for him to tell you no. Except you
can't wait here by our truck. Not when we're working in back."

The two boys hesitated. Clearly the Hispanic kids were not welcoming them
to stay and were waiting for them to start on their way.  "Carlos," Ruben
started, but was cut off by Nathan.

"Is it cause we ain't Mexican?"  Nathan asked with a kind of sneer.

The question and the tone by themselves, either one might be likely to piss
Carlos off. Hearing the words and the tone together helped him decide that
he didn't like these kids.  "Why?  You think I'm Mexican because of the way
I look? I'm American, little shit; so's my mom and dad."

There was a somewhat of an angry response from Ruben. Carlos jerked his
finger to his friend and said, "Ruben's Mexican, though, and proud of it
too. You got some kind of problem with that?"

Before Nathan could say anything, Kelley said "No! We don't care. Please we
just need a job."

"No. Now go."

"Please. I need a way to make some money."

Carlos paused, though Ruben's face said he was clearly ready to get back to
work. This was their first house of the day, having just been dropped off
by the older Carlos, and he didn't want to get behind, or be at it all
day. But Carlos considered for a second that maybe the two boys were not as
bad as his anger jumped to. Still he thought he might toy with them. There
was no way he would give them a job.  "OK," he said, looking mostly at
Kelley but addressing both boys, "I'll get you a job."

"Really!!?"  exclaimed both boys together.

"Que?" was all Ruben got out, though his face showed he was confused.

"Yeah, you two give me and Ruben a good blowjob, and I'll give you a yard
job."

"What!!?"  again the boys exclaimed in unison. Ruben was back to smiling
and said something, most likely vulgar, in Spanish and grabbed his crotch.

"No way!!"  Nathan said decisively.

"No." came a lost and much weaker reply from a downcast Kelley.

Carlos was smiling at the boys. He knew they wouldn't take him up on it.
"Come on, I'm a busy man. What's it going to be? You can come with us now
around the back of the house - nobody is home here or next-door - and give
us both a nice slow good blowjob, and I will give you a work job. It is a
fair trade. More than fair because your work jobs would last much longer."

The two boys shook their heads meekly. There was no way they could do
that. Even Nathan with his recent experience (remember it was still a first
time, and so far only a one-time experience) was nowhere near ready to
cross that divide. And for Kelley it was no option at all. He couldn't even
think of doing something like that.

"Come on chicos, last chance, suck and swallow and get a job, or go
home. No? Bueno. Then next time you come back begging we'll want a good
fuck instead. You can find us working down at the Gladecrest apartments
down near the front of the Village on Wednesday. Hasta la vista,
chicos. We'll be in the back if you change your mind."

Carlos turned around and waved over his shoulder at the boys. Ruben gave
them one more smiling look, almost a greedy or mischievous one, and grabbed
his crotch winking at them before turning around to follow the older boy to
the back of the house, taking the now fixed weedeater with him.

The two boys on their bikes were clearly down at this point. The wind had
really been taken out of their sails. They gave each other a look, and
Kelly just said, "Come on, let's go home." That was enough for Nathan who
silently followed him. The way back was in silence; there wasn't anything
for either boy to say. They could perhaps have gone in search of another
lawn care service, but this rejection, coupled with the full day of stares
and reminders that they did not belong here, was too much for this
venture. They were beat and giving it in, at least for today.

On the way out, a white car slowly pulled along beside them. Kelley, who
was in the lead, glanced over at the car and read 'Coolspring Office of the
Peace' along the side of the car.  'Shit,' he thought to himself, 'that
damn old man called the police on me and Nate.'  And he was, unfortunately,
correct.

"Hello boys, what are you two up to?"

The boys slowed to a stop, and Kelley responded for them. "Hello officer,
we're just riding bikes."

"Oh, OK. You live in Coolspring?"

Kelley was tempted to say 'Do you?' since he figured the police officer
probably couldn't afford to live there either, but instead he sensibly
decided the proper course was to keep to the respectful side of things.

"No sir, we live in Indian Spring."

"I see. Were you visiting a friend here?"

"No sir. Just riding our bikes."

"Uh huh. Why in Coolspring?"

What a prick. Kelley thought, but he kept answering back quickly, hoping
Nathan would not say anything to get them in trouble. Kelley realized the
worst thing they could do now would be to get themselves remembered by the
police there. It was all connected in his mind. To make it through life you
had to keep a low profile in general, and know when to specifically raise
it. That was a big reason he needed the money. The money would enable
himself, and Nathan too, to level out the attention they would generate
being some of the few Indian Spring students 'generously' taken in by the
Sweetwater system - as though they were charity cases. The money provided
cover, as it were, from the radar; it would help them keep a low profile,
and that, he hoped, would give them some luxury of enjoying what they could
of school. He wanted to buy his way out of misery and negative attention.

As fast as the mind works, Kelley was making all these connections in his
brain again, knowing that he was right and still needed everything as he
did before. This attempt was a bust since he was pretty sure that Carlos
and Ruben very much meant what they had said. Carlos was the only way-in to
that particular business, and it was only the possibility he had seen after
a day of searching. While he was rehearsing all this, he also understood
that what he could control, or at least limit, was the amount of attention
the police paid him in this instant and in days or weeks to come, should he
ever want to come back to the village. He definitely did not need himself
or Nathan remembered, at least not with a bad impression. So only an
instant after the policeman had insinuated that maybe they were up to
no-good, and before Nathan felt a vacuum in which to throw his own
response, Kelly responded:

"Well, officer we were going to go swimming in the Crazy Indian, but we
wanted to ride around some first, except there's not a lot of places to
ride in Indian Spring," not exactly true, but he hoped that the officer
didn't have the imagination to view the Spring from a 12 year old
bicyclist's perspective, "and we kind of just wanted to ride alone and not
run into a bunch of people we know in Sweetwater, so we came here."

Nathan opened his mouth to say something, and Kelley thought that might end
it all. What came out, though, was pretty good: "And our parents want us to
stay where it's safer and nothing's going to happen to us. They don't
really want us crossing the highway and going closer to the city."

The policeman's response was: "Well that's smart. You should always stay
safe."

You could tell, if you were paying close attention to his face, that what
came out wasn't what he had intended. It was clear to Kelley that they were
no longer suspects as possible menacing kids, although the officer wasn't
supposed to show that. Before the officer could resume his hard-ass paid
position, Kelley further disarmed him with, "Well, thanks for stopping to
talk to us officer. We were just about to go home and swim now."

"Oh, uh, well, uh, OK. Well, you kids keep, uh, being safe. OK?"

"Yes sir, officer," they said in unison, kicking their bikes off to a start
already and heading away. "Thanks!" They again said in unison and waved as
they headed off.

Officer Fenton couldn't help but smile at himself as he watched them bike
away. What he would give to be 12 again, or even just ditch the car right
there and go and join them for a dip in the Crazy Indian. He watched the
kid who had done most of the talking, the one wearing jeans, even in this
heat. The jeans fit the kid in such a way as to say to the world that there
was a 12 year old body under there. They weren't tight, but they fit, and
they showed enough of a curve that the kid had a good butt on him. The
kid's white T-shirt also bunched at the start of that curve so that the
jeans themselves showcased his ass - the seam down the middle between the
two pockets denting in enough to give the viewer an understanding, yet not
intimate knowledge of the individual melons that could be caressed through
that denim. He had noticed as well that the T-shirt hung on him in such a
way that said the kid was a solid boy, without fat rolls, but no boniness
or awkwardness. He was still all-boy but slowly turning now toward the man
side of his development. That would mean, it made him wonder, just dipping
a little lower, if when that zipper was undone and when the jeans and
underwear were soon pulled down to make way for the swim trunks, what would
be found there? A little hair - brown? Black? On the side of his nuts?
Above his root? And would that be getting fatter or longer? Or both?

Officer Fenton shook himself. This was crazy, these thoughts. What the hell
was he thinking? He had not had thoughts like this, none at least that he
could admit to himself, since he was 12 or 13 himself. Or maybe a little
older. He could forget that though, and get on with his business. The two
boys were gone. Suddenly he slapped the steering wheel, shaking his head at
himself. He realized what had happened and that he had let those two
completely disarm him. He was supposed to keep the stern suspicion, not as
an act, but as a deterrent and a tool in protecting the homeowners of
Coolspring. He immediately smiled, again more to himself, also still
shaking his head and turned the car around to finish paperwork at the
station. Kelley's intention to not be remembered was only half
successful. He and Nathan would definitely be remembered by Officer Fenton,
but he would never be the hardass or suspicious cop with them again. And
poor Officer Fenton was of two minds - the one in control nodded good
afternoons to residents walking their dogs or strollers and thought about
the paperwork that needed to be done by shift's end, and the other relaxing
and growing below his beltline, stretching out in the early afternoon
warmth from the sun it couldn't see, reflecting on the backsides of the two
boys, thinking the really hot one had a brown pucker and the blond one
probably a tight and pale pink one, and wondering if there was some way to
get to see if it was right.

Kelley's mind was not on swimming though. He had a weight that was even
more pronounced after the officer stopped them. He slammed on his brakes
just before reaching the west gates of Coolspring. The gates were more just
symbolic portals to the village than anything else, but this was a barrier
enough for Kelley to realize even more that he was a foreigner here, just
as he would be in Sweetwater. It wouldn't matter that he had friends in
Sweetwater; it wouldn't matter that he went to school there, and it
wouldn't matter that he lived in an area just outside of Sweetwater that
the community had wanted to annex anyway. Even if they had been successful
and his family had inconceivably still managed to stay, he would always be
outside of Sweetwater because he was outside of what money could do.

"I have to go back," he said as Nathan had turned around and cycled back to
him.

"What?"

"I need that job."

"With those asshole Mexicans? They aren't going to hire you."

"I think they will."

"Well they didn't act like it. OK, I'll go back with you. The worst they
can do is say no. But I hope we don't get caught by that cop again."

Kelly shrugged off the second part of the comment. "He won't be looking for
us. But maybe the worst the other guys can do is say yes."

"Huh? How can that be worse?"

"Because, stupid. They want blow jobs."  Both boys had only really
connected exactly what that meant earlier this morning. The thought
actually scared them both.

"Dude, Tucker, they weren't serious."

"Yeah," Kelley responded almost dejectedly. "I think they were, Nate."

"Tuck, I can't do that."

"What? You did it to me this morning. You already gave me a blow job."

"Shit, Tucker," Nate looked around. "Not so loud."

"Sorry."

"You were different, and I kind of thought we weren't going to talk about
that any more."  His attention shifted to the ground. "This is different. I
don't want to do that."

"I don't either. I mean I really don't ever want to do anything like
that. But I gotta make some money, Nate. I can't take being singled out by
everyone anymore."

Nathan just nodded in response, still looking at the ground.

"Are you going to come with me?"

"I don't know," he mumbled; but when Kelley turned his bike around and
started peddling back to the house where the Dos Amigos Ancianos truck was,
Nathan followed. The ride back was in silence, neither boy wanting to
talk. Kelley was crushed by the weight of what he was about to agree to do,
feeling as if he had no other way out, and knowing this one act would
continue to bother him for a very long time. It was really trading one
unbearable shame with another unbearable shame, the difference being this
was a one-time private shame; but continuing as a penniless middle school,
and later high school, student would be a continual public humiliation. If
Nathan could do this with him, shouldn't he be able to at least suffer
through it with one of these other two boys? Or perhaps it will be both of
the boys if Nathan would not finally agree.

Nathan was quiet, wondering if it really was this dire. It had been dire
when he first was trying to think of a way out of it this morning. This had
even been mostly his idea trying to find yard work. But he couldn't do
this. He didn't know why, but it seemed wrong. It seemed wrong to be doing
this to get these jobs just so they could pretend they were something they
weren't or that they had access to things that they really didn't, all for
a bunch of people that they probably would not want as friends anyway. A
more gnawing feeling was that though he was accompanying Kelley back to the
Mexicans, he was in a sense betraying and abandoning him by deciding his
final line before getting there, even though he hadn't had that line
earlier in the morning when he swallowed down Kelley's own young
fresh-into-puberty load.

They arrived shortly back at the house, and this time the truck was once
again gone, but the trailer remained behind. They pedaled up to the trailer
and parked their bikes just as the other two boys rounded the corner of the
house.

Before the two older boys noticed them, Nathan whispered to Kelley: "Are
you really going to put their dicks in your mouth?"

"Just one of them," Kelley whispered back, "if you'll do it with me."

"I can't, Tuck."

"Please, Nathan! Do this with me. I don't want to do it by myself."

"I don't want to do it at all."

"Come on Nathan, we both need the job. Please."

"No. I can't, Tucker. I'm sorry."

"OK. I guess I can do them both."  Kelley said it resignedly, but his look
at Nathan showed he hoped his friend would change his mind at the last
minute. Then he heard Carlos call out:

"Vera Ruben, look who's back! You think they really want a job?"

"Hey," ventured Kelley somewhat deflated as the two Mexican-American boys
came up to them.

"Holas chicos, bienvenidos."

"Um, OK. Whatever. Look, we really want jobs."

"I know. I can see that. I am a man of my word," said Carlos.  "So, if you
can do what I said you have to do, then I will get you jobs. Good hours and
decent pay - if you can do the work, of course. You remember the deal when
you left?"

"You really meant what you said we had to do?"

"Claro que si. Of course. But if you are only here wasting our time, then
it will be double next time."

"No, no." Kelley quickly said. Double would definitely be worse. He knew he
was defeated, and he needed this job. He looked back at Nathan who shook
his head no. So he knew he would be doing this alone.  "I, uh, I've never
done this before. Not the lawn work, I mean, but, uh, the other thing."

"First time for everything, chico."  Carlos smiled big as he said
this. Ruben just chuckled. He couldn't believe what this white boy was
about to do for a job.

"Right. Yeah." Kelley stood there now very unsure of himself. He remembered
the deal was that they had to suck both the boys; but he couldn't believe
he was going through with this - at all, let alone, well, alone.  "Well,
uh, my friend, uh, that's Nate," as he pointed to the blond haired kid who
watched on in a confused amazement at Kelley, "He doesn't want to do
it. So, I, uh, guess I'll, uh, blow both of you."

"You going to suck us both?"  Ruben asked, also amazed.

"Yeah."

"And swallow our juice, white boy?"

"Uh, sure. OK."  Kelley had resigned himself completely, but he didn't like
being called white boy on top of it all.  "And my name's Kelley."

"OK, Kelley," Carlos started and smiled to himself, "We already finished
the back and was about to start the mowing. So we got a little while before
my dad comes back, and the owners aren't here either. So if you want to
suck down a load from me and Ruben, let's go in back."

He had said it like Kelley was asking him if he could blow him just for the
hell of it. Ruben made a gesture to both Kelley and Nathan to go right
ahead in front of him, and the four boys went around to the back of the
house. One 12 year old boy wasn't sure what was going on anymore, and one
felt like he was going to his doom.

Thanks to the fencing of the neighbors and some dense landscaping along the
rear of the yard, the back of the house was relatively secluded from
view. There were a few windows in a couple of the houses that could have
looked down upon the boys if any one had been at home and happened to be
looking through those blinds at the moment. But Kelley still didn't feel
secure enough to do this.  "Out here?"  He asked, looking around him while
the two Mexican boys stopped at the decking of the house.

"Why not, chico? You think anybody's gonna see you?" asked Ruben who was
already seated on the third deck step and leaning back.

"Well," Kelley started, still looking around nervously, "it's just, uh,
just, uh, like out in the middle of everywhere. Anybody could see."

Carlos answered this time. "Kelley, yes?"

Kelley nodded. That was his name.

"Do you think these people give us the keys to their house? Do you think
they just say, hey fuck some muchachas, or maybe even some muchachos, while
were gone? Did you think we were gonna do this inside?"

Kelley had been shaking his head no until the last question. He didn't know
how to answer that. He hadn't actually thought about where they would be
doing it. He was still looking around as though he half expected an
audience to be there waiting when he heard Carlos again.

"So," Carlos started, and having gotten Kelley's attention, popped open the
button to his pants and unzipped them so the 12 year old could see the
bulging BVD's of the older boy. "You still want to blow us, Kelley?" Carlos
had been picking his words carefully. He had hoped Ruben wouldn't mess it
up, and so far he hadn't.

Kelley's attention was caught by the obvious white cotton clad sausage
bulge pushing through the open pants of Carlos, and he mumbled out, "Um,
yeah. I guess so."  It was like a prisoner being asked 'So, you still want
to be shot?'

Carlos motioned him forward, and Kelley stepped toward him as he heard or
imagined Carlos telling him to come closer. The shorter boy was completely
engrossed in the largeness outlined by the other's BVD's, strikingly white
outlined by the dingy work dungarees spread like a V by the open zipper and
against the dark honey brown skin seen above as the shirt was pulled up and
off. Kelley did not resist the gentle pressure on his shoulders and
immediately began moving to his knees. He was as resigned as a robot to
what was about to happen, to what he had agreed, though his young boy mind
was shouting, muffled by his assumed need for the job. The inside-his-head
shouting was trying to get him to realize what was about to go into his
mouth. Another boy was going to claim him.

The physical realities of this could not be denied as Carlos pushed down
both pants and underwear in front of the kneeling boy. Carlos was getting
stiff but still in a semi-rigid state. It was stiff enough, though, at this
point to pop up directly under Kelley's nose, hitting it directly center
and pressing inward softly, but decidedly and surely, against his upper
lip. Kelley's reaction to pull away was as quick as could be expected, but
his mind seemed to him to be moving in slow motion, such that he felt the
compression of both Carlos' dickhead and his own lips. There was no
mistaking what that was and where it was aiming to go.

This was supported by Carlos' reaction to Kelley's pulling away. Carlos
immediately grasped his erection with one hand steadying its aim and with
the other hand ran his fingers rapidly through the soft clean brown hair of
the white boy kneeling before him, around to the back of his head and
grasped firmly, with no real resistance offered. He pulled that boy's head
forward toward the hot, flesh missile pulsing in his right hand.

Ruben and Nathan both watched this with awe, neither believing, for
different reasons, that this was actually happening right before their very
eyes, but both getting very hard and unselfconsciously reaching down and
groping themselves to the sight of the hard prick entering the virgin
mouth. The brown cock sharply juxtaposed to the pink lips and white face it
was pushing into. Nathan, completely forgetting that he himself had even
sucked on his friend's dick just that morning, was in shock, albeit a very
horny shock, at the sight of the bulbous head pushing into his friend's
mouth, slowly stretching it out and passing in. He was watching an older
boy stick his hard dick into another boy's mouth. Into his best friend's
mouth. Damn if that wasn't hot to him!

For Kelley, the poor boy did not know what to think, but fortunately for
his psyche, while parts of his mind were battling out this trauma, the
greater part of him was just listening and trying to follow Carlos' softly
spoken instructions - to take in his dick, to watch and pull back his
teeth, to mouth the head, etc. Kelley felt the spongy warm flesh push at
his slightly parted lips as he was pulled forward. The dickhead began
stretching his lips up over and around the knob. He felt the underside
glide along his tongue until the whole of the glans had slipped in. He
began bathing first the underside and sensitive area of Carlos' dick per
the older boy's instructions, eliciting ohh's and moans from the same boy
(and more quietly sighed ones from his audience).

He then began swirling his tongue around the head as though it were a
tootsie roll pop, except this one had a cream center, as it were. It was
the cream center and the sudden realization of what was coming eventually
that started on his mind at that moment. Looking at the larger bush of
pubic hair along the front of the boy and seeing it start somewhat down the
sides of the boy's scrotum got poor Kelley to wondering, as he kneeled
there unwillingly salivating with a full mouth tonguing the other boy's
dickhead. If the amount of hair is any correlation to the amount of cum, he
was wondering, not really sure at all how these things worked
physiologically, then relative to how much white stuff he could shoot
himself now, then.... The boy was busy marveling at the potential amount of
cum he may be forced to eat very soon when his thoughts were distracted by
another half-inch, and the first amount of shaft, sank the head farther
into his mouth. He was still running his tongue mostly under the sensitive
side of the dick and now more fully comprehending physically what the
actual act of fucking someone's mouth involved. That was, he realized, what
this basically would very quickly become. Before these thoughts fully
formed into fear and/or fright another half-inch sank into his mouth.

He was busily trying to keep up at this point, swallowing his own saliva
and now sucking in with his cheeks, the tip of his tongue now feeling a
totally different surface, harder and smoother, with a straighter length
and a constant curve around. Another half inch glided in across that tongue
as his eyes became aware that Carlos' right hand was no longer holding what
looked to the boy to be a very large and long dick. (It was, he would know
rationally later, no bigger than any of the older boys he had seen skinny
dipping in the creek every now and then over the last couple of years. Even
they would get semis from time to time, but it had never been in his mind
to put one of those in his mouth. This made a difference in the appearance
of size.)

Before Kelley could realize that Carlos' right hand had joined his left
behind his head, another half-inch slid in. As he realized that his head
was completely held and nothing now impeded a full face fucking, he began
to worry a little more in earnest. Before, it was just a full-fledged
complete humiliation developing in his mind, now it was rapidly becoming
tinged with worry. He put his hands out to Carlos' thighs and grasped on
for support, and hopefully some control. As the new emotion settled-in, the
last half-inch pulled out only to have a whole inch driven in. The head of
the dick rested now at the back of his throat. The whole inch was drawn
out, and an inch and a quarter was driven in.

The tip of Carlos' hot swollen flesh rested at the crest of the boy's
throat, perhaps a little somewhat down it. It worried the boy that it might
try to enter further and gag him. He also had a brief flash of the stream
of cum that would shoot out of that hole in the end of that dick and that
it was poised now to shoot straight down his throat, like it was giving him
a drink. He then felt the shaft pull back a couple of inches across his
lips and his throat becoming unplugged, or at least not threatened with it.

"I know what you're thinking," He heard Carlos say as an inch and a half
returned across his lips and into his mouth only to be withdrawn
again. Carlos' statements were a little more ragged as he began repeating
this action, "I'm not going to put it all the way down your throat."

"I sure as hell am," interjected Ruben, who by this time was very openly
squeezing and massaging a hard on through his dungarees, leaving the front
area with unmistakable smudges as to what he had been doing.

Carlos seemed to ignore him and went on.  "I'm not going to do it on your
first time. Maybe another time I'll deepthroat you."

Kelley resented the implication that this was a first time, meaning that
there would be a second. No way would there be a second. And deepthroat? He
understood that concept just from the word and his experience of the last
couple of minutes; but the thought of a thick penis sliding down into his
throat, suspended there stretching out like a midswallow gave him a
shudder.

Carlos was full stroke inward, at least the 3 1/2 inches of his 5 1/4 dick
that he had been plunging so far, when he felt Kelley's shudder run along
his length: "Ohhh fuck yeah!" He was so tempted at that point to shove in
and just start fucking the crap out of that smaller hot, wet mouth, but
even in his sexual bliss that was spreading through his body, he was both
excited about his find - this boy that was willing to please even though he
didn't like doing it - and concerned that this was still a younger
boy. Therefore, Carlos was not willing to let his lust have full reign. He
knew full well that Ruben would have no such qualms, so he decided to
protect Kelley.

"Hold up, chico." Carlos pulled back just leaving the head and half an inch
of shaft in Kelley's warm mouth. "Just suck on that end some while I tell
you something."

Kelley complied with his instruction and began massaging the glans with his
twirling tongue swallowing back his own copious spit, now realizing a new
fuller feel and flavor to it, especially as he ran over the very tip. What
he didn't know was that he was now drawing pre-cum from the older teen. He
could feel the same boy's hands massaging the back of his head, tensing to
keep moving his head back and forth and his mouth off and on the shaft, but
holding him still at the moment. Carlos finished his thought, "When you're
sucking some guy's dick, if you don't want to take it all down, hold his
dick like this:" Carlos took one of Kelley's hands that had been holding
his hips and moved it to his dick right at the shaft.

"That way you can go down on the guy as much as you want." Carlos
continued. "But move down a little more. . . . . . . yeah, hold it there,
cause I'm gonna plow you at least to the start of your throat."

Kelley could not believe he was being given, and taking, instruction from
the older boy as though this was going to be his new occupation. But still
he did what the boy said, still not quite believing that the fullness in
his mouth that tasted like his own thumb (remembering back about 8 years)
but definitely bigger and with a strange slick, sweet tartness leaking out
the hole at the end of the dick. The dick was moving back and forth faster
now, or at least his head was. Actually, he realized both heads were
moving. His head was definitely bobbing off and on the shaft, half his own
impetus and half the pull of the hands massaging and rhythmically moving
his head, but also Carlos himself was actively fucking his mouth. The shaft
was being pulled back to where the flare of the dickhead pulled against the
lips that put a spongy pressure on that sensitive hard prick while the
tongue rapidly alternated between swirling the whole of the head and across
the leaking hole to giving Carlos a massaging slide on the inthrust across
his sensitive underside.

Kelley felt the shift in both speed and need in getting Carlos off, though
they were driven by different needs. Despite his distaste in being a
cocksucker and complete lack of interest in other guys sexually, he was at
that moment very much into giving what Carlos was regarded as a damn good
blowjob, newbie or not. Perhaps it was simply because this boy was a newbie
and not into guys that was driving Carlos seriously over the edge. He
looked down and saw the soft brown hair in his hands and the 12 year old
head he was holding. He looked down past those open eyes mixed with
disbelief and resolve and onto the pink previously virgin lips wrapped
around his expanding adolescent dick that was now pistoning in and out of
the boy's hot mouth as the boy swirled and swallowed and began breathing
heavier himself knowing what was about to erupt soon in his mouth for the
very first time; and knowing he would be swallowing it all before the older
boy holding his head pulled out.

Kelley had at the last moments in the endeavor to finish, pulled his right
hand off the boy's dick and moved it, to his subconscious surprise, along
with his left, to around Carlos and grasping a hold on each of the boy's
buttocks, squeezing the soft, slightly resistant flesh that very soon began
tensing under his touch. Carlos felt the urge rising from his balls and
spreading out through his body, tensing along his the shaft and then
pulsing with energy and cum shortly behind that. He felt Kelley's smaller
hands almost massaging his butt cheeks as if it would increase the
pulsations now coming along the base of his dick and rapidly progressing to
the tip. It was if the hands were pulling him in, but despite that and the
incredible urge to go to the hilt, he held back just as his cum shot out at
the entrance of the milking throat that was pulling it along and swallowing
it down just as fast.

'Here it comes' thought Kelley as he felt the hands on his head tense, the
buttcheeks under his hands tense and the slight expansion of the dick that
had been running back and forth in his mouth. Further signals were his own
intuition and the change in the urgency and hesitation of the moans of the
boy he was pleasing. He was already swallowing his unending production of
saliva when the first shot came. Here it was, he thought, here was the
stuff boys were supposed to shoot up in the pussies of girls to make them
pregnant. Instead it was being shot in his mouth and now being swallowed
down as he just kept swallowing. After that came another full shot and a
third just as thick and creamy. The fourth came, it was a slimy kind of
substance, but he didn't really get a taste until the fifth when Carlos
pulled out so that the shot went across his tongue, still a remarkable
amount for any shot, let alone the fifth. Carlos then ran his dick back
over the same cum still resting on Kelley's tongue, so that the sixth shot,
now diminished, hung up on the entrance to his throat. Despite his
continual swallowing, Carlos' renewed movement back and forth over his
tongue kept a good portion of the cum from the fifth shot pressed against
his tongue and taste buds. It was a funky sort of flavor, not really tart
and not really salty, but something around both.

The sucking continued for a few more moments as the older boy came down
from his high and slowed his moaning to sounds mixed in with resuming
normal breathing. Or trying to. Suddenly, though, Carlos unexpectedly
pulled out of the still sucking mouth and pulled the slightly smaller hands
off his butt. Kelley had forgotten he was still holding them. He still had
to continue swallowing, as though there was still a mission for his
mouth. He eventually got everything swallowed and got his saliva back under
control and his breathing as well. He was staring now at the glistening
heavy dick in front of him, hanging mostly straight down now. The tensed up
balls that had just shot such a large load of cum down his throat and
onward into his stomach, were now beginning to slowly drop. He looked up at
Carlos' smile and quickly dropped his eyes again in shame, reddening at the
cheeks and forehead.

Carlos ruffled the boy's hair and smiled when Kelley gave an annoyed jerk
away. "Pretty good kid. Damn good, actually. I haven't cum in like three
days. I needed that. You still want to do Ruben?"  Well, that explained why
he had so much cum. Kelley watched Carlos start to pull up his pants and
underwear and nodded his head as a yes, as he saw the still wet, but now
limp dick get hauled into the white BVD's. He was still astounded and in
disbelief that that thing had been in his mouth, at all and for so
long. Not only had a boy's dick been in his mouth, but he had asked for
it. And then that same dick shot another boy's essence into his own
body. It was like being claimed sexually. It was a disturbing and scary
feeling that drained his energy as he watched the pants go up. As a smiling
Carlos zipped up, Kelley heard Ruben behind him:

"Hey, chico, you like it that much you can do him again later. Pero, ahora,
es my turn."

Kelley turned around and saw the second Mexican boy, a year or so younger
than Carlos, stretched out and leaning back on his arms on the deck
steps. Ruben's pants were already open and a very hard dick, smaller than
Carlos', but darker and much harder, was pointing straight up. Kelley
crawled over to him on his knees, stared briefly, and though his mouth was
feeling tired and worn out all of a sudden, he still had his resolve to do
this and get the job to earn the money he felt he so desperately needed. He
reached forward to grasp the hard dick that was rising out of the boy's
boxers and pointing toward the boy's smiling face. Kelley grasped a hold
with his right hand and was immediately surprised at both the heat and the
hardness of the penis. It was like a hot iron rod - much hotter and much,
much harder than Carlos'. Kelley thought about this and corrected himself;
it was more like a hot iron rod wrapped in flesh.

"Oh sweet, what a find. Que chico! This is so nice, Carlos. We gotta keep
him!" Ruben stated.  "Go ahead Kelley."

Kelley looked at the smiling 13 year old, took a deep breath, let it out
with a sigh and leaned forward to take his dick in his mouth.

"Oh man," Ruben moaned leaning his head back feeling the breath of the sigh
across his penis. He placed a hand on the back of Kelley's neck and felt
the boy take in the head, swirling his tongue like a professional now and
taking in the next inch almost automatically. "Damn, this boy learns
fast. Aw shit, this feels so good."  This time it was Kelley directing his
own action; he was doing the bobbing. Ruben's hand was more just resting,
almost caressing the back of his neck and head near the hairline. Kelley
had his hand at the base of the cock like he had been instructed just a few
minutes prior and was attacking his work with a fervor to end this more
quickly. From the angle he was sucking and the position of himself and
Ruben, he was able to do a more vigorous swirling. He kept this up for
awhile, alternating with occasional dips down to take another inch and a
half.

The feeling was driving Ruben crazy. The boy had actually only gotten a
blowjob twice before - once in Mexico when he was 12 (that one felt good
only in that it was a first and was somewhat forbidden with a girl his age)
and another recently after coming to the US to stay with his cousin's
family. The second blowjob, which actually led to a later third half-a-job
aborted early by arrival home of the girl's dad, was given to him by a 13
year old girl named Jennifer who knew what she was doing. She had given
them to probably 6 or 7 other guys before Ruben; but after the interrupted
one, she cooled it for awhile. She then hooked up with a tough 17 year old
boy named Pedro that told Ruben if he went around the girl again, he'd give
Ruben a pussy. That's all a 13 year old boy needs to hear to completely
turn off from a girl; no boy certainly wants to be used like a girl.

This blowjob, however, felt on par at least with the second one, in some
ways better. But there was one thing he very much wanted to try, something
Jennifer refused to do for some reason.  "Hey Kelley, hold up, lil' man,"
Ruben said.

Kelley pulled off with the same deep breath/sigh combo that he had when he
finished with Carlos. This time, though, he had a strand of precum that
drifted from his lips to Ruben's dick until the strand snapped. He looked
up at Ruben to see what he wanted. He took his hand off the boy's dick to
wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. He got some slobber and precum
off his mouth and then wiped his hand on his pants. He asked Ruben "What?"

Before getting an answer, he felt something else on his lips after he had
swiped his hand the first time. He felt again and pulled a pubic hair off
his lips. Ruben had a small bush going about 1/2 inch above his penis and
almost 1 1/2 inches wide, but nowhere else really, although only a small
part of a tuft could be seen through the fly. Kelley's first reaction to
himself when he found one of these hairs on lips was 'disgusting', but in
light of what he had been doing, ended up just flicking it away. He
repeated his question a little annoyed to the smiling boy, "Well? What?"

"Take my balls out, and suck on them too."

Kelley looked over to Carlos who simply shrugged his shoulders. Kelley
sighed again but still had his resolve to see this through. He leaned
forward again and parted the fly on Ruben below his dick. He reached in and
pulled out the sweaty balls so that only a tight scrotum and very hard dick
were poking out of the fly. He took another breath and bent down for a
tentative lick on the crinkly yet still hairless balls. It was pretty salty
and a bit slimy at first. He persevered until he had a whole nut in his
mouth, gingerly feeling the size and constituency of it.

"Both of them, chico, take both of them."

Kelley didn't think he could, but he attempted it anyway. He kept one in
his mouth and, being very careful to keep his teeth far away as possible
and mouth wide open, he slurped on the second nut, finally pulling both
balls into his mouth. It was a very tight fit and hard at first to
coordinate his swallowing, his tongue action, and mouthing.  He began
quickly to get the hang of it and managed to take in the last bit of
scrotum. As he did this he felt both of Ruben's hands encircle his head and
pull him firmly up against his pubic area. There was no way those nuts were
coming out of his mouth now. He continued sucking and mouthing on them,
trying hard to swallow his abundant saliva without choking and listening to
Ruben moan and tell Carlos that he had to try it.

Kelley's nose was pressed in to the boxers and the strong odor of the boy,
made stronger by several hours of work, was all he took in at that
point. Suddenly he was pulled off, only to see Ruben pull down his pants
and boxers and be told to go back to the nuts. He did and sucked on one,
now two, then the other, alternating and generally making a real fat
lollipop of Ruben's nutsack. He finally got back to the dick, nibbling at
first on the base and then moving upward in long licks before taking the
head back in his mouth and swirling it with his tongue. He started bobbing
again on first inch of shaft below the head and then two inches of
shaft. He was so absorbed in what he was doing with his mouth and wondering
when Ruben would cum - any minute now he was sure - and what it would taste
like, how much it would be, etc. that he honestly did not notice the hand
on his jeans sliding over his jean-clad melon half-buns.

He vaguely felt the squeeze of one butt cheek and the hand that did it
sliding up the outside of his jeans until it hit the waistline and passed a
short distance down under his pants and underwear. He didn't see that
Carlos had pulled his pants down again and was already hard; obviously, as
all he was looking at was the smooth brown skin of Ruben's belly and the
nice neat edge of the dark brown bush at the root of the hard penis in his
mouth. It was about this time that Ruben begged Kelley to go lower:

"Chico, go down more." Again, but in a quieter and more personal voice he
said, "Kelley, please take me more."  Kelley responded by going down
another inch, pushing just a tad farther past where Carlos had been.  "Por
favor, un poco mas," came another plea, followed by, "Kelley, por favor,
take me all the way in. I am so close."

Kelley heard him and thought about this as he went up and down, already
very tired from this action. It might be easier than just going up and
down, and if it would get him off finally, he would try it. So he did. He
concentrated on swallowing and basically just swallowed the dick, all the
way into his throat. His mouth pressed against the pubic area of Ruben and
could go no further. His nose completely submerged in the small and very
fragrant forest of pubic hairs. When he tried to breathe around his
(somewhat) deep throat, it was all filtered through a forest of hairs and
working boy odor and somewhat impossible to do. The action, though, was all
Ruben needed and he began firing down that same throat. It took enough
effort and concentration that the boy going down on him didn't even feel
his own pants get pulled down in back. It wasn't until the first shot
started coming that he heard Nathan say:

"Are you gonna fuck him? For real?"

He instantly became aware of three things: 1) there was a load of cum being
shot down his throat that he was desperately concentrating on so as not to
choke on it, 2) he was buttnaked, literally, with his ass up in the air for
all to see, and 3) he understood exactly what Nathan's statement
meant. Nate!! He had forgotten he was there and had been watching all of
this. How embarrassing! This new thought and the second load of cum coming
down the pike surprisingly made him momentarily forget what was next about
to happen to him. The upcoming entry in his behind was reannounced,
however, when he felt a cool tube placed against his hole and some jelly
like substance was squirted inside. It was the strangest feeling as it was
accompanied by a third shot of hot cum down his throat. He was being filled
at both ends, albeit with different substances. But not for long, because
the same thing that was filling his mouth and feeding him boycum, was about
to open up his hole wide, travel about 5 1/4 inches upward, and fill his
butt. He panicked now, but he was being held down, lips pressed flat
against the pubis of the 13 year old, every last millimeter of dick firing
in his mouth.

Ruben felt the struggle and released the boy subconsciously. His full
conscious self, what remained of it during the orgasm, was concentrated on
the warm, wet feelings along his dick and the nice creamy white curves of
this all-boy's ass as it curved down past his vision. Carlos was obviously
at the entrance with some secret vision back there and was already lining
up his dick.

Somewhere Nathan was yelling: "Hey, you can't fuck him. He didn't say you
could."

"That was the deal for the job when you two left the last time. And he
wants the job," was Carlos' reply.

About then, Kelley surfaced from his blow job, having been released from
Ruben's hold and caught the last shot over his lip, in part of his
nostrils, and across the tip of his nose just as he cleared the head.

"NO!"  He half shouted, though his vocal cords were admittedly weak after
this ordeal. After all, it was his first time; his throat was sore. By the
time he shouted it out, though, Carlos had already placed the tip of his
second hard-on flat against the recently greased hole. He applied a gentle
pressure and Kelley thought with genuine fear that with all that stuff
squirted up him he probably wouldn't be able to keep Carlos' dickhead out,
and after that would most assuredly come the shaft. He didn't want to be
fucked! He was a boy!!  "NO, DON'T! PLEASE!!"  The head by now had opened a
slight port of entry and began the first blunt intrusion.

Only, for the moment, it didn't come. The head stayed where it was with the
hole tensing around it, yet opening slightly more. Kelley was almost out of
his head with fear - he couldn't control it at all. Nathan stood by
speechless and felt paralyzed, but Carlos calmly said, "I thought you said
you wanted the job."

"I do! I do! That's why I did what you said I had to do!"

"No, you just said you wanted to blow us, so we let you. When you left the
last time, I said you would have to bend over and let us fuck you before
you got a job."

"Oh shit, that's right!"  Nathan blurted out, not the least bit helpful,
and the head stretched open the poor boy's asshole.

"Shut up, Nate!!" Kelley cried out. "I don't want to get fucked! Let me
go!" His peak of fear increased sharply as he felt another slow push and
his ass opening up like a welcome mat and he couldn't stop it. The head was
passing in and Kelley was near panicking. It was the strangest feeling, the
slow expansion in his own ass, like taking a dump, but the pressure this
time was coming from the outside. Then a sigh of relief as he felt the
other boy pull away and release his hips.

"OK," said Carlos, "If you don't want the job you better just get on your
way. Me and Ruben have work to do."

"What? I don't understand. I gave both of you blow jobs!"  The two older
boys were pulling up their pants and refastening everything. Kelley was
doing the same but continuing his flabbergasted argument, "Hey! I sucked
both your dicks for that job."

"No." Carlos said again and pointed a finger at him, "I clearly told you
that you would have to get fucked for the job this time. The blow job was
the first time, but you turned that down."

"Well what did I do this for?" Kelley was partly angry, partly about to cry
and both desperate and confused.

"I don't know. You just came up to us and said you wanted to suck our
dicks. We never promised you anything."

Kelley and Nathan both considered the exchanges that occurred and realized
that this was true. Nothing was promised at all this time, or even hinted
at. He had just sucked them for free. Kelley was feeling very sick to his
stomach now with the realization of what he had just done and what was now
sitting in his tummy. But there was no way, absolutely no way; he could
ever let another boy fuck him. That would make him . . . . . . . . a girl,
a fag. . . . . . . whatever it did make him, he definitely wouldn't feel
like a boy afterward. And that would be the worst, to always walk around
and not feel like a boy anymore.

Carlos continued, "Sorry chico, but a deal's a deal. You want it, you know
what to do. Next time I may even double it. But if you don't want to, you
have to go, or I gotta call the police and make you go."

"No!" Nathan blurted again. He didn't want to get caught again by the
police, especially after the last time, and he knew his friend didn't, even
if he was having trouble thinking right now. It was pretty rotten what the
two boys had done, even if they were 'technically' right. Although now
maybe it didn't matter if the police officer or security people remembered
them. Maybe now they would never be back.  "Come on, Tucker, let's go."

Kelley followed without any more words, dejected as all get out. Carlos
called after them, "Chicos, you change your mind just come by the
Gladecrest apartments Wednesday. But if you wait too long, maybe we'll want
another good suck again before we fuck you."

The boys didn't answer. They just got on their bikes and headed out. Kelley
sneaked a peak toward Ruben when he heard Carlos' last comment. He figured
the boy would be sniggering at that, but when he looked Ruben had his eyes
down and looked more downcast than anything else. Maybe he wasn't that
bad. But still, too much had happened in one day. Kelley was very tired. He
was confused, frustrated, angry, and upset. And he felt dirty, inside and
out. He just wanted to go home, get a shower, and brush his teeth. And
maybe go to bed.



Poor Kelley, whatever will come of him after this horrible experience? :)
Guess we'll have to wait for the next chapter and see.

If you like what you've read, then please let me know!  Tell me why.

Jonas