Date: Thu, 01 Jun 2006 00:20:03 +0100
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Ch. 05b

Kids of Indian Spring
Chapter 05b

Ian's Easter Egg Hunt:

The COURTSHIP of IAN and BRIANNA
and how Ian started in with some boys:



Sunday,  16 April, 1995
1:12 pm

This side tale from the Kids of Indian Spring is the actual account of what
happened between Ian and Brianna (and Ian's subsequent forays into boysex),
not the brief vague recap of unsure gossip that Duncan and Connor had
related to Katie, though Ian had spilled enough beans and been marginally
indiscrete enough so that they had a good bit accurately figured. It was
one of those love stories built totally on lust and giving in to desire,
occurring between two somewhat neighbors, born on the same day, but not
even in throes of puberty, though riding the crest of the wave toward
it. It was subconsciously desired, unintentionally encountered, and both
consciously and intentionally pursued. It started, ironically for the two
not-very-conservative Catholics, on a religious holiday, though pursuing,
of course, the more secular elements of it.

It seems as if Ian and Brianna had been hunting Easter eggs together at the
church Easter picnic - this would have been when they were about 10 1/2, or
close to it, when they realized that they were more interested in finding
out a little about each other than finding the eggs. The older of the young
kids, such as themselves, had been enticed to join in by hiding dollar
bills in some of the Easter eggs. Ian and Brianna, though, began drifting a
little ways away from all the other kids and wandered to the edge of the
field, more toward the woods. Behind their church there was a very large
field and a small section of woods that joined a highway and a buffer zone
that ran east to west, going between Indian Spring and the rest of the
city. Their church was on the south side (city-side) of this buffer
zone. The two kids had been talking all along and decided to slip amongst
the trees and talk a little more personally. This talking eventually did
not take a lot of talking, however it definitely required use of their lips
and mouths - and for that matter the tongue as well. For not much sooner
were they in the woods than they were lip locked in, at first, an innocent
first kiss.

They had started just holding hands, with Brianna asking Ian if he had ever
kissed a girl. He said no, thinking that the one girl he had kissed when he
was 8 probably didn't count, as it wasn't a teenager type kiss. At this
point in his life, even though he was still only 10, he had begun imagining
that kisses for him in near the future would be what he had seen James
doing behind the football stands on several occasions. This was fortunately
for him exactly what Brianna had had on her mind, too; and she wanted
someone to try it out with her. And Ian was so cute and rugged. He was the
perfect man for her (one still not too intimidating). She had grabbed hold
of his hand and was holding it when she asked him the question. When he
said no, she just answered, "Neither have I," and she leaned in to kiss him
on lips.

To Ian, it was both brief and the greatest feeling he had up to that point;
and it had awakened a slowly arousing monster inside of him that we would
all call horniness. His eyes were still closed when she pulled away, though
she hadn't pulled away far, when he said quite softly as an answer to her
question: "Well, have you ever thought about kissing a girl?"  He giggled a
little at his retort but just before he opened his eyes, she leaned in
again and placed her lips back over his, leaving them a little longer, and
quickly darting in with her tongue before pulling back.

"Oh, wow! " Ian said, but still quite softly.

Brianna answered his other question by softly saying, "Mmmm. I don't know
Ian. I might want to try kissing a girl, but I kind of like just kissing
you."

Ian's eyes opened at this - both at the revelation that she might want to
kiss a girl (you take a lot of things more literally at 10 1/2) and with
the feeling of excitation that it caused deeper, and lower, inside
him. This and the realization that not only had a girl been kissing him
(and even inserted her tongue, which to him was big news), but she liked
it! As it was all coming together in his head, she leaned in again, while
he still had his eyes open, and put her mouth over his. This time it was
for a much longer and much more serious kiss. He felt her tongue sneak into
his mouth and wrestle with his own tongue. The joy of the feeling of that
rough smoothness, that hot and wet tunnel and the consideration of someone
else being inside his mouth was almost too much. He felt the stirring down
below more sharply, in that area where recently things seem to have come
alive in the last few months. He was constantly getting hard nowadays, and
often surreptitiously pressing his hands, or a book, or something, into his
lap to heighten the sensations of pleasure radiating out of his lap and
putting his body into a tingly at-ease. He would feel 'turned on' somehow,
although he never really could exactly place it. He knew enough, though,
that he could think of it vaguely as some kind of sexual awakening.

It wasn't so vague anymore. The same feelings were coming on inside him,
but this time without pressing into his lap. This time it was just from the
tongue wrestling with his, first in his mouth, then in hers. He was coming
into some realization of what he wanted out of life that made him feel
good, albeit this was a lot earlier than any of his brothers had had
similar feelings. All this input was quickly bringing him up to the feeling
that he normally had when he played with his hardness, however now it was
just rubbing against his underwear, constrained by the hardness of the
fabric of his jeans. Nevertheless, it was coming, and if he had been little
older so would he be. The sudden thought struck him, that if something were
pressing into his lap, then it might be yet even wilder. What could press
into his lap though? Without much more thought, he looped an arm around
Brianna's waist and pulled her into him, grinding the crotch of his jeans
into Brianna. Then he did it - and boy did he. He came hard. While the dry
orgasm came on, Brianna felt as though heat were radiating off the boy,
almost as though he were putting her into heat, if that made any
sense. Being crushed up against his gyrating body turned her on even
more. This kissing stuff was incredible, even better than playing with her
pussy, a wonderfully self-fulfilling act that one of her cousins had
introduced her to. She felt his tongue push harder against her, as if in
the final throes of a last ditch valiant effort, sucking all the more
against her own attempts. She felt and heard his moans calling out to her
body and into her body.

Whoa. Oh boy, oh boy. Literally. This was some boy, she thought. She had to
do this more often with him. She was pretty sure she was having an orgasm
of her own. 'Wow,' she thought, 'What if he could do that down there where
I always played with myself. How intense would that kiss be?'

They pulled away from each other, both looking into each other's eyes and
with a single sigh coming out with the same word at the same time, "Wow. "

Brianna then cocked her head and looked at Ian a little funny.

"What?" asked Ian, kind of wide-eyed and still holding her close.

"Well, uh, toward the end there, when you grabbed me and pulled me in real
tight . . . "

"Oh, uh, sorry."

"No," she said, leaning in for another wet kiss, "don't be." She said just
barely off his lips and going in again for some more brief tongue
action. "I liked it." Mmmmhhh was all she could get out lip locked until:
"A lot."

"You did?"  Ian was somewhat breathless as well.

"Oh, you bet I did. It's just that I, uh, well, felt something. Down
there."

Ian turned red and tried to look anywhere but at her. "Oh geez," he said
softly as he looked off at the sky to her right.

"Ian," she started and began trailing her finger down his chest.

"Oh god."

"Was that . . ."  she was trailing her finger down his abdomen as the poor
boy was about to hyperventilate ". . . your penis?" And with that, she
slipped her hand inside his button-up shirt and twirled his navel.

"Oh shit! Oh, uh, um . . ."

"Was it?"  She was enjoying this type of sexual torture, though she didn't
have a word for it, as this area of life was completely new to them,
experientially speaking.

"Yes!"  His voice cracked on this answer.

There was something else she wanted to know and slipped her hand out of his
shirt and moved lower much more quickly. She cupped and began squeezing his
dick through his pants as she asked, "Was it . . . hard, like this?"

"Oh god!  Yes!!" He practically yelled out, unintentionally.

She kept massaging him, actively gripping his steel hard prick and
feeling-up where she thought his balls would be. She had seen a couple of
her young male cousins naked from a distance and had always wanted a closer
look, and a feel, for that matter. She tried several times to go skinny
dipping when the guys would go, but Katie never let her. Here she was,
though, finally getting to feel one up. And it belonged to such a cute boy
at that. And his brothers were so hot, too.

"Oh fuck, Bree. What are you doing?"  The boy was moaning, powerless under
her control.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No!!"  He yelled again, this time looking around as if someone might have
come upon them in the woods and heard him. He quickly changed it to a
terrified, but quieter, "Yes!"

As she pulled her hand away, he quickly grabbed it and replaced it,
covering it with his own saying, "No! Don't stop!"

She began groping him again, with his hand now holding and massaging her
own. "So I guess you like it, huh Ian?"

"Uh," the boy's expression was somewhere between dazed and orgasmic, "oh
yeah," he added quietly, leaning in for a kiss. He really wanted to enjoy
this in her mouth. (No, not 'that' in her mouth. He wasn't thinking that
way at the moment, Brianna, however, had evolving plans as her level of
curiosity and horniness was steadily rising higher. And she was much better
at ideas than Ian.) She accepted his tongue into her mouth and began giving
him a workout, both up top and down below. Ian was on fire; he was no
longer aware of his surroundings and with a little more of this he would
not even be aware of who he was with. Hell, too much more of this and he
wouldn't even know what he was doing, only that every cell of his body was
being charged to erupt downward and inward and then shoot up from his balls
and insides and out his straining, thoroughly caressed 3 1/4 inch
pipe-in-a-pocket.

Brianna was not aware of exactly where she was taking him, or, more
accurately, sending him, but she could feel a building up of his tensions
from the increasing intensity of his kiss. She knew why boy's dicks got
hard (sort of) and how they usually got softer again; and she wanted to see
this one hard. Brianna backed off and quietly asked, "Ian, let me see."

"Huh?"

"Let me see it."

Ian just dumbly looked down where her hand was rubbing him, only dimly
aware of what she was asking - the rest of him was still up on that
solitary wave of early orgasm. He didn't say anything as he felt the hand
stop and then watched it unsnap his button and reach to bring down his
zipper. When the zipper started to move, realization set in and he said,
"Oh fuck!"  Still, though, he only watched dumbly as the zipper was pulled
down and the hands went up to his waist, around the hips, and tucked into
the waistband of his underwear. He could feel her fingers stretching around
to where the fullness of his buttocks began to fill out, and Ian had a very
nice, plump ass. He felt the fingers start to slide, but all he could do
was watch paralyzed and again yelp, "Oh fuck!"

The fingers slid over and caressed the outer edges of the roundness in his
behind, pulling down both underwear and jeans with them. The boy was beside
himself with fear, sexual tension, longing, and many vague and
indescribable feelings, but still paralyzed as he watched his penis pop out
and bob up and down almost imperceptibly, before coming to rest nearly
straight up. He watched her just watching his package. Then he said, "Oh,
. . . " What came out was something of a catechism penance. Brianna
laughed; it wasn't anything she could have ever heard in church before. She
was also pretty sure the Catholic church would disapprove of his
extemporaneous benediction, though certain priests might have gotten a
woody hearing him say it.

Brianna's laughter snapped his attention back up to her face. She had
mischievous smile as she looked into his eyes. Their eyes locked, his penis
strained hard against its own skin, and her eye level was dropping. She was
getting shorter. Then Ian realized she was going down. She was going down
on her knees, keeping eye contact until her nose passed the navel line, and
then she switched attention to what was before her.

Brianna was now face to crotch, admiring the beauty of creation that made
the boy she had fallen in love with a boy - the actual boyhood. It was the
first she had ever seen one, outside of drawings and a couple of pictures
in some life explanation books that her parents had casually left lying
around the last eight months or so. And she had rubbed herself to those
books a couple of times looking at those pictures wondering what the boys'
faces looked like, the ones that had posed for the book. Were they cute?
Were they all-boy? Why exactly did they agree to let all the world see
their private parts in a show-all and explanation book?

Here she was though, finally staring live, in-person, at the dick and balls
of a real live and in-person boy, and on top of that he was a cute, rugged,
fun-looking boy that she already knew she dug in his regular
clothes. Getting to see Ian Cormack naked was a dream come true. For the
moment she just stared. It didn't take long for other desires and yearnings
to start to build and express themselves in strange ways. It was only
normal, at least for an older girl it would have been. However, she was
definitely feeling her innate drives. She was feeling - - - - well, hungry,
actually. Not hungry like she wanted to eat something, such as to chew on
it, but a different hungry. She wanted something in her mouth, something
like candy. Something to suck on and lick, something to pull out, run her
tongue over, and then plunge back down on its sweetness. Her head was
running these thoughts, running them in the back of her mind. All she
realized, and that only slightly, was that she was drawn toward the white
stiff entity, surrounded by tan lines, and boosted up at the moment by a
tight drawn-up ballsack. She leaned in, following her subconscious
directions and wrapped her lips around the balls, ran her tongue from
underneath, around, and then over, gently and then more forcibly sucking
against the whole sack.

She let Ian's balls slide from her mouth, not hearing his mutterings,
murmurings, prayers of exclamation and thanks, or moans, as she made her
way up the outside of the underside of the shaft with little pecks and
suckings producing an overwhelming sensation in Ian that he could no longer
control. He was so out of control that he couldn't warn her about anything,
could think about nothing, but would definitely remember everything. By the
time her lips made it to the top, to the knob of his extremely hard
boydick, and the tongue swirled over and around it and the mouth followed
and enclosed his tip of everything boy into her hot, warm, and inquisitive
mouth, he was done. He shot harder and more than he had in his whole
life. It was a short life so far, and he didn't shoot much as it was, but
it was enough to surprise Brianna.

She quickly pulled off and watched the last of the spasms racking the boy's
nether region. She looked up into his face. Seeing varying, but intense,
states of bliss, orgasm, and confusion, she let him be for a few
minutes. She then asked, "What was that stuff you shot in my mouth?"

"Oh shit, sorry. Wow, Bree, that was fucking cool!! That was so intense!!"

"Yeah, it was pretty cool from down here, too. I don't know why I did it;
it just felt right. But what was that stuff?"

"My cum. You know what that is?"

"Yeah, I know what that is, but yours wasn't thick and the second ones
didn't look like what the books say sperm looks like."

"Oh," Ian gave a short laugh, "That's because I don't have any sperm yet. I
can't make sperm, but I can make some of the cum stuff that the sperms
float around in. My dad explained some of it to me. Hey, did you eat that?
You know, swallow it?"

"Um, yeah. The first real big one I did."

"Sweet!!"

"You've tried your own sperm, I mean cum, before?" She asked a little
incredulously."

"Uh, no. Gross. I meant sweet, as in completely awesome! And felt even way
better."

Brianna smiled at his excitement. She had actually enjoyed it as well; it
was something she would definitely do again, if he asked her. And if he
didn't, to tell the truth, she would probably ask him. In fact, she thought
she would right now.

"You want some more?"

Ian's recharge was still pretty rapid, given his age and level of
development. Unlike his older brothers, he didn't need a rest between times
and was ready to go again in seconds after the first cum. He was still
horny and totally into this new experience. He gave a vigorous nod while
looking down at this awesome girl bringing him from fantasy to a reality of
beyond-his-bedtime fantasies. He closed his eyes as he felt the tip of his
still straight-up hard-on connect with his now girlfriend's lips. He
guessed this meant they were girlfriend/boyfriend. He sure as hell wanted
more of this, as his dick sank into the hot and wet mouth that began
straight away to bob on his few inches of boyhood.

Brianna reached around to grasp Ian's butt while servicing his cock. She
loved the feel of his penis in her mouth, it was like a flesh lollypop that
she could twirl with her tongue all day and run its length through her
lips, up and down, gently sucking as she went. She loved the feel of his
butt in her hands, as well, and she knew she would never get enough of
that. She would constantly be reaching down for a feel of either side,
crotch or butt, during school, church, whenever and wherever they were
forced to be clothed and she could cop one unnoticed. Like most women, this
girl, young in her experience of the sexual side of life, could make future
plans, think about what she was doing at the moment, and solve other
problems, all while engaging in sex. One major difference is that she was
full into this. This was what she wanted. She was hungry for his cock and
loving it with her mouth and tongue.

Ian was loving it as well. By instinct, his hands went to the top and back
of her head as she bobbed. He didn't force her or fuck her mouth. He didn't
have to; she was aggressive in going after him orally. He had never felt
the tingles in his dick be so strong, or go so far throughout his body
before. It was indescribable to the poor boy, now 'suffering' through an
intense and drawn out second orgasm, since this was all completely new, and
largely unimagined, to him.

He began breathing hard and bucking a little. He exploded, or at least he
felt like he did, into the girl's mouth before he fell back, no longer able
to maintain a standing up position on his own. Luckily for him, there was a
tree trunk right behind him. As he fell back, his dick pulled out from the
mouth that was holding it down with some last throes of orgasm intense
tongue sucking. It pulled out followed by a wet plop and snapped back to
ward his belly, shooting out the last two or three spurts of watery cum
before twitching continuously in his baseline dry cum.

Even after his short spurting stopped, the boy was moaning out a pattern of
quick 'uunnghs' with sharp intakes of breath. This was a powerful orgasm
racking his whole body, and he was initially unresponsive to the calls of
his new girlfriend, now standing and looking at him with a mixture of
concern, awe, and satisfaction.

"WOW."  Was simply all that she could say as he came down from his high,
and his breathing began to even out heavily. He was leaning forward with
his hands on his knees, his underwear and pants now fallen to just below
that. He tried responding to Brianna in between his needed deep and rapid
breaths.

"Cool . . . . . Bree . . . . . . that . . . . . was . . . . . . awesome."

"I know. I liked it, too."

"You . . . . . did?

"Mmmmhhmmm. I like the taste of you," she said as she began to twirl her
hands through his hair, "and I like the feel of your thing in my mouth."

"Fuck . . . . I . . . . never cum . . . . so hard . . . . . We can
. . . . . do this . . . . . more . . . . . later?

"I hope so. That would be so fun. Can I really do it again, maybe lots
more?  You'll let me?"

Ian twisted his head and looked up at her like she was crazy. LET her do
this? He would have begged her to do this again. When did he suddenly
become the luckiest kid in fifth grade? For that matter he was probably
luckier than virtually every kid in sixth, seventh, and eighth grades. All
he could say to her question, though, was an exhausted "Yeah."

She reached down and cupped his chin and, with gentle tugging, induced him
to stand and lean in to her mouth. They met in a subdued, smoldering
passionate kiss. Their tongues immediately began searching each other out,
twirling against, pushing against, and tasting for each other. Brianna
reached around and grasped a hold with both hands on that ass she loved so
much. She broke their passionate kiss and leaned over his shoulder, looking
down where the curves of that ample, yet not fat, ass spread out from his
back, pushed up slightly more by her kneading hands. She loved the sight of
it and the feel of warm squeezable flesh that filled both her hands.

"Ian, you've got such a nice butt."

"Um, thanks."  His own hands were still reluctant to travel down to
hers. He held her in a hug, running his hands up and down her back, loving,
but no longer embarrassed by, the feel of his naked underbody against
her. The massaging of his butt was relaxing, and he pressed into her,
growing erection and all.

"No, I mean it. I really love your butt. It's so beautiful. So sexy. So
much to hold and squeeze, and it looks like it's just yelling out for
somebody to do it. Kind of weird I guess."

Yes, kind of weird. But he liked her doing it, and he didn't really have a
comment to give back at that moment.

"It turns me on so much, though."  She added.

She pulled her head back up and gave him a quick sexy kiss before moving
down to nibble on his neck. This seemed almost as erotic; she kept moving,
though. She kissed the nape of his neck before reaching down and grasping
the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. Brianna ran her hands
over Ian's chest, concentrating more on his nipples, fascinated by the
flatter versions of her own. She noticed that his nipples hardened at the
touch, just as hers did when she was playing with herself at night. She
knew teenagers were supposed to play with girls' breasts, even lick
them. She wondered if guys were just as horny to have the same done, and
she leaned in and took a lick at his left nip.

"Oh shit," he sighed quietly. He raised his hand to the back of her head as
she more aggressively licked, sucked, and massaged the nipple with her
tongue. She could have done it raw, given him a hickie there, or whatever,
for all he cared. It felt great, and he communicated this moaning out, "Oh
god, Bree, keep doing that!"

They didn't have too much more private time to explore further, though
amazingly Ian was up for it, still. And Brianna's interest seemed
unquenchable. Just as Ian had talked Brianna (it didn't take much) into
pulling up her own shirt and allowing him to go down on her developing
breast buds - they heard a sound coming through the woods. Ian came off of
Brianna's left tit, with a trail of saliva that was quickly broken. They
both turned their attention to the advancing sound and hurriedly
straightened or otherwise pulled their clothes back on.

It wasn't hard to hear the advancing 7 year olds searching out candy filled
eggs. They had seen some older kids coming into the woods and were
wondering if there was treasure hidden there as well. They just cleared the
brush as Ian and Brianna were hurriedly straightening the last vestiges of
their romp, though the younger and much more innocent kids didn't see
anything peculiar. They were just interested to know if there was Easter
candy to be found. It helped that Ian called out to them as if nothing else
was going on: "Hey Bradley, Lucas. What's up? You guys finding a lot of
eggs?"

Bradley and Lucas both began excitedly telling the older kids what they had
found so far and where. The ruckus they created hid any other noises from
Ian and Brianna, such as the sounds of Billy Lawson and his cousin Garrett
sneaking out of their hiding place nearby, where they had stashed
themselves for almost the whole of Ian and Brianna's playtime. Billy and
Garrett slunk off back to the main egg hunt area, grinning the whole way
and high-fiving each other as the cleared the woods border.

Lucas and Bradley meanwhile finished up the not-so-thrilling tale of their
finds so far and asked Ian if they had found any eggs out here in the
woods.

"I found a couple."  Brianna said with a smile.  "And they were totally
delicious!"

"Cool!!"  The younger boys said in unison.

"Were they like chocolate eggs?"  Asked Bradley.

"Mmmmm, more like strawberry vanilla," Brianna responded.

Ian was getting red about the face with embarrassment and decided they
should all better head back.  "Yeah, well, uh, I think that's all the eggs
that will be found out here in the woods today. We should, uh, probably
head back to the others."

With that they headed back. Passing Billy and Garrett on the way back to
the building, Ian wondered what the grins on their faces could possibly
mean. Billy always had a nice smile, he was generally a fairly happy
kid. Fairly good looking too and clearly on the threshold of puberty. He
had soft straight brown hair with natural highlights. He stood there
casually with his hands in his pockets, one front shirt-tail untucked and
hanging out. He was a couple inches shorter than Garrett, but an inch
taller than Ian and seemed pretty relaxed, though slightly flushed, just
where he was. Ian was going to ask what was up, but he would have to wait a
whole other week before he could, as his mom was already ready to go. It
seemed that little Patrick, Ian's younger brother, had eaten way too much
candy and was already sick. Ian said his awkward goodbyes for the day to
Brianna, wanting to kiss her again, but knowing he couldn't with everyone
around. Instead they made plans to meet up at the park by the spring the
next day, as if they were back to simply being friends again. However they
both knew that would never be the case again.



Wednesday, 19 April 1995 2:35 pm

Ian and Brianna did meet up at the spring on Monday as planned, but there
were so many kids about that they couldn't do much. It also would have
looked suspicious if they tried to sneak off together, so they just played
normally with their friends. Despite Brianna luxuriating in the split
second feels she would make of Ian's ass and balls at school, there wasn't
much time left in the day in the early part of their relationship while
school was in session. Later they would work out better planning, and still
discreet planning, but for now it was difficult.

Tuesday was out because of some impromptu games at the Cormack's, which was
something that happened frequently. It was more than the two could
bear. You would have thought that they were in the deep throes of
pubescence and adolescent hormones, instead of the simple 10 1/2 years they
both had at that point. Still, it was new love, and new lust, and very
powerfully wanting to be satisfied.

Wednesday they would get out an hour earlier from school, which left them a
whole extra hour to try anything - but where? They couldn't risk drawing
attention. So, Ian finally decided, and convinced Brianna, that they would
have to trust at least one other person to help them. The thought occurred
to Ian when he overheard his older sister Maureen, a senior in high school,
talking to Teresa Allen, also a senior and on the spring dance planning
committee. Teresa was enlisting her own two sisters to help her with
decorating and was trying to get Maureen to help as well after school.

That meant that Greg Allen would be all alone in his house Wednesday
afternoon, provided he also wasn't helping his older sisters to decorate
their high school gym. Doubtful, since Greg was still in middle
school. Greg was in 7th grade and about 2 1/2 years older than Ian, having
just turned 13 in March. He was fairly strange, and a little weird on top
of that, but Ian had a gut feeling that Greg was easy to convince and would
be fairly trustworthy. It took some arguing to convince Brianna, but at
lunch on Wednesday, Ian snuck next door to the middle school to ask Greg
for a favor.

"You want to make out in my house?"  Greg asked. Ian was never sure if he
was slow on top of weird, even though he had high grades.

"Yeah. Can we, please, Greg? Without anybody ever finding out?"

"Uh, you guys just want t kiss and stuff?"

"Yeah," Ian reddened as he responded, "and stuff."

"Whoa, you mean really make out?"

"Shhh. Not so loud Greg. We don't have any other place to go right
now. It's all kind of still new to us, you know?"

But poor Greg didn't know. He nodded anyway and thought about this. He had
been wishing to have some kind of more intimate connections, at least in
his jerk-off sessions, which had been many over the last year. And this was
like an indirect intimate connection. It would be pretty cool to know that
the two kids were doing stuff, apparently more than just kissing, right
there in his own home.

"OK!"  Greg said agreeably.  "My sisters won't be there all afternoon. You
guys can use my bedroom."  He wondered privately just what other kind of
'and stuff' that the two would do. He was perversely enjoying the thought
that they would probably do it on his own bed.

When Ian and Brianna got to Greg's house, he welcomed them in smiling,
looking happy, which actually made them feel a bit stranger about this
whole set up. But when he stayed in the den and they had closed the door to
his bedroom, all the strangeness and apprehension faded away and they
simply melted together in their anxiousness to continue this new voyage
they had begun.

Greg sat in his den just watching TV, though not really watching. He was
half playing with himself with his hand stuffed down the front of his
pants. His fantasies were up to this point still amorphic, neither toward
girls or boys simply. He was just turned on by sex in general and his own
development through puberty. For now, though, he was turned on slightly,
but confused why he couldn't go farther with his thoughts. He grasped his
growing dick, thickened but not hard, and ran his thumb through the dark
developing woods of small curly hairs that he was so proud of. He always
enjoyed feeling his fingers through them.

While he was still in his indecisive sensual state, Greg heard the noises
coming from his bedroom. At first it was dull muffled moans, but still he
had never heard anything exactly like them, except in the darker, sweeter
depths of his id. The sounds were barely audible but were already stirring
his loins. He quickly turned off the TV and heard them quite clearly, and
then he noticed that they were becoming louder, more distinct and
punctuated. His dick perked up and drew him out of the chair toward the
sounds.

Greg's curiosity was peaking and quickly converting to a sexual charge as
he neared the bedroom and the emanating sexual pleasure of the two younger
kids. The voice he was so clearly hearing now was just Brianna's:

"Ohhhh . . . . .ohh god . . . . .unnnnhh . .ohhhhhahhhhh . . . . . .oh god
Ian . . .yes!  . . .AGAIN . . . RIGHT There! . . .No, go back . . . . .OH
YEAH . . . .JUST LIKE . . . . oh god . . . .THAT . . . .UUnnngggHHH
. . . . ."

Greg listened at the door of his room. It wasn't until he did this that he
finally heard Ian. It sounded as though Ian was eating something - really
just stuffing his face. The sounds were taxing for Greg's young
imagination. He had to actually see what was going on. He reached out for
the doorknob to ease the door open, and then thought about what if he got
caught? What would he say?

Greg then decided to use the door from the connecting bathroom that he
shared, grudgingly, with one of his sisters. That way he could claim he was
just using the bathroom. It was lame, but he had to see what could produce
these sounds, sounds he never would have associated with 10 year olds, or
anything specific, for that matter. From the bathroom door the sounds were
even clearer, and Brianna was still moaning out her instructions and her
affirmations. Greg cracked open the door carefully and looked inside. He
tried not to gasp at what he saw, but couldn't help instantly grabbing his
crotch and kneading his hard dick through his shorts.

The shorts and underwear didn't stay up long before Greg dropped both of
them and continued staring through the crack in the door while he worked
his hard dick slicked up with his own rampant pre-cum. He was looking in
and grunting quietly, and what he was watching was Ian going down on
Brianna's pussy - really going down on it. Ian was like a starving man at a
pie eating contest. Brianna was lying on her back on Greg's bed with her
legs part way up and wrapped around Ian's back. Ian was half on and half
off the bed, as naked as his new girlfriend was. He had his luscious
backend pointed toward the door and straight before the wide open eyes of
Greg.

Ian's melons were parted open by the position of his legs and the enjoyment
of his meal was reflected in the subtle motions of his ass as if he were
slowly fucking air. Greg was looking straight into the forbidden valley of
the young boy at the very small and tight hole, barely a darker shad of
pink than the surrounding skin. Greg was taking the whole scene in as he
jacked-off actively, from the tight hole so intriguingly inviting, the soft
curve of the melons that demanded to be squeezed (though it was his dick
that got a firmer squeeze on a down-stroke as he took in that part of the
boy's anatomy), to the spread legs of Brianna (he had seen his sister's
before when peeking through the other side of the bathroom door, so he knew
what was down there) and the small mounds that one day would become the
perfect softball breasts, if she took after her mom. Greg didn't know what
was turning him on most, though he started to hone in on the sight of Ian's
small, pale, tight asshole and the munching/smacking sound of his
feasting. It was too much for the very young newly teen, and Greg's eyes
clouded before him before he could stop himself as he creamed all over the
door jamb.

"Ian! What was that sound?"

Greg heard that, somehow. And he stumbled quietly but quickly back into his
shorts and underwear, out the other side of the bathroom and back to the
den. Ian had stopped his slavering of Brianna's clitoris and pussy just
before bringing her to here third orgasm, and he went to investigate the
noise. The hallway was clear and the bathroom was empty; but just as Ian
was returning to the room with an eye on that still hairless twat being
held open and available to him, he thought he smelled something. He knew
that smell, but he couldn't place it.

Then all of a sudden he could. It smelled like Connor and James after they
used the bathroom sometimes, and sometimes like Duncan in their shared
room. Ian had learned a while back what that was the smell of, though he
himself could not produce any. Or at least not a mature load. It was,
however, the smell of sperm. He quickly scanned the bathroom from where he
was standing and the cum on the door jamb registered in his survey. Ian
smiled to himself. He hoped Greg had enjoyed himself. Ian wasn't mad,
because Greg was more of a harmless sort of weird. Plus Ian didn't have too
many embarrassed bones in his body. He even realized that what Greg
probably saw most was his ass that was wide open, and he wondered briefly
what something like that would look like, especially on a boy.

His attention, however, was quickly redirected by Brianna calling him, by
looking at that mouth and knowing exactly where his dick wanted to go. He
walked back in the room and shut the bathroom door, deciding in the process
not to tell Brianna anything about Greg peeping in on them.

About an hour and a half later, the two of them came out of Greg's room
somewhat exhausted after having cum and snuggled and orgasmed multiple
times. They were still tucking in their clothes when Greg saw them. Both
kids just smiled and said thanks and headed for the door. Ian waited for
Brianna to go out first and then turned to Greg and winked at him and said
quietly, "Thanks again Greg. Glad you enjoyed the show."

Greg's face reddened and he looked down at his feet and started to mumble:
"Oh, well, yeah, um, sorry, I, uh. . . ."

"Forget about it. It's cool. See you later. Thanks for not saying anything
about any of it to anybody, especially your sisters."




Thursday, 20 April 1995 4:23 pm

Ian was standing there reveling in the strong grasp that held both of his
asscheeks, squeezing them, pulling them apart so that he could feel the
breeze gently blow in and across his tight wrinkled asshole and against the
back of his drawn up scrotum. The front of the scrotum was continually
being compressed against the chin of Brianna who was on her knees pulling
the young boy deep as she could on each thrust into her mouth. Ian had
reached the point where nothing could hold him back and his orgasm hit him
like wall of electrified water and he spill what little spermless juice he
had down the throat of his marvelous girlfriend.

He loved fucking her mouth out in the open. He loved having her go down on
him where all could see, if anyone else had been in the woods. He loved
going down on her out here as well. The both loved it, actually. The
outside added a further charge of exhilaration to their exploration.

The unfortunate instance of this afternoon, however, was the news that
Brianna and her family were going away that weekend and most of the
following week. It was Spring Break, and their hopes of incipient sex
marathons dashed by the impending separation.

In parting for the afternoon, they gave each other a tender kiss and said
goodbye for the week.






Saturday, 22 April 1995 3:30 pm

Ian didn't realize the depths of unfulfilled horniness that would arise
once he was getting used to having someone to fill with that horniness.

He was only 10 1/2, but he was experiencing the washout of an adolescent
who needed to get off and couldn't find a way to do it. Later on, Ian would
have much more control. But here at the beginning of his sexual
discoveries, it was hard to take.





Sunday, 23 April 1995 9:25 am

Ian was dressed in his best pants, blue button-up shirt, and a plain yellow
tie. His family did not always go to church, though they were fairly
regular, but this close to Easter, they still maintained the more formal
wear associated with church-going - as did Billy Lawson who was also in
blue pants, though his were darker, almost black. He was also wearing a
white button up shirt and a blue and red striped tie. Billy was barely 11,
and not that much bigger than Ian. His family was much more regular in
their attendance and beliefs. But for now, the two boys had been skipping
the Bible Class portion and were sitting out beyond the parsonage, hidden
from view of all windows by a tool shed.

They had been just shooting the breeze, sharing a cigarette that Billy had
pilfered from his Aunt's pack. Billy had just informed Ian something with a
sly, and slightly embarrassed, smile.

"Everything?"  Ian asked incredulously, seated on an old tree stump about
two feet high. He passed the cigarette back to Billy who was sitting a
little lower on an overturned crate about three feet away.  "You really
watched the whole thing?"

Billy nodded and smiled some more, getting a touch redder in the face. He
took a long drag on the cigarette as Ian asked him: "How close were you
guys?"

"Pretty close."  Billy answered, waiting for another quick puff before
handing the cigarette back to Ian.

Ian took a drag on the cigarette that was already about 3/4 finished and
sat there holding it a while before he said anything else. Then he asked
Billy: "Are you gonna tell anybody?"

"No way, Ian! You wouldn't tell on us."

"No, I wouldn't. I wouldn't tell if I saw you and Garrett making out,
sucking dicks and all that."  Ian said with a smile at his joke.

"Shit. Like that would ever happen."  Billy answered with a laugh and held
out his hand for the cigarette.  "Hope you aren't mad we watched you and
Bree."

Ian passed it over and said, "No I ain't mad Billy. Hell, I woulda watched
you or Garrett. Can you two cum?"

"Garrett can a little. He's got a few hairs too. I can only shoot a little
clear stuff. But it still feels awesome when I do. What about you?"

"Same as you. Just some clear stuff."

"And Bree swallows it?"

Ian just answered with a smile, but no other response. He wondered what he
would feel like after just witnessing what he had actually experienced. He
would seriously have to jack off - and soon. So he asked Billy, "Didn't you
guys have to jack off after seeing all that?"

"Shit, yeah. I'm surprised you couldn't see our dicks trying to rip open
our church clothes. I had to keep a hand in my pocket just so nobody would
see."

Ian laughed, but Billy continued:

"It was so fuckin hot, Ian, we didn't know how long we would make it before
we could jerk it, you know? We did it as soon as we got to Garrett's
house. Out in the woods."

"Did you guys do it together?"

"Yeah, sure. We have before. We're both boys, and we really needed to do it
soon, too. We even talked about what she was doing while we were
jacking. We came soooo fast. It was awesome."

"Have you ever done each other?"  Ian asked automatically, though he had no
idea why.

"Like jerked each other off?"  Billy asked.

"Yeah."

Billy shrugged, reddened a little and looked at the ground.  "Yeah,
sure. Why not. Not to where we came or anything. Just some."

The boys had an awkward silence. They picked at weeds and each stayed in
his own thoughts. It was Billy that broke the silence.

"I think you're about as big as me, Ian. You know. There. At least it
looked like that. Even though I'm older."

"You're only like half a year older."

Billy just shrugged and took one last drag on the cigarette. He offered
what was left to Ian, but Ian just shook his head and Billy ground out the
butt under his dress shoes. They sat in silence again, wondering how to
change the conversation, but Billy's curiosity was staying on the sex he
and Garrett had spied the week before.

"What's it like?"

"What is what like?"  Ian asked, looking over and down at the boy -
straight short brown hair, with its natural highlights, just blowing in the
breeze.

"You know, sucking."

Ian just smiled and said, "Pretty damn good."  He then smiled a bit more
mischievously and asked, "You want to try it?"

Billy looked up surprised.  "You serious?"

"Sure, why not? We're both boys. What will it matter?  And we won't tell
nobody."

The fact that they were both boys would maybe ordinarily be the very excuse
NOT to try it, but considering their conversation up to this point, and the
fact that both boys had an unrelieved horniness from the weekend, it seemed
to flow naturally to this point. Billy looked up and thought about it for a
second. Strangely he didn't think of it as a challenge to his boyhood or
future manhood. He wasn't particularly interested in boys, but this seemed
to be a casual sharing experience that maybe came from their secluded time
together. Plus, by virtue of what had been witnessed, Ian was more a man of
the world than him.

Billy didn't hesitate much, just cocked his head up to the younger boy and
said, "OK."

Ian smiled and started undoing his pants. Billy watched the boy pop open
the button of his pants and pull the zipper down its track before he
snapped back to what he should be doing as well. He was wondering which one
of them should go first and how long they should do this. Maybe just a few
seconds, just to see. Although Ian already knew what it felt like, and it
had looked like something pretty awesome to Billy last week. As he pulled
off his belt and began to unzip his dark blue dress pants, Billy started to
wonder what it would be like putting his mouth on a dick, or having a dick
in his mouth. It didn't seem to bother Brianna much, so with only a brief
hesitation he continued opening his zipper and then reached in to unbutton
the fly of his boxers.

Billy looked up as he was struggling with the button and saw that Ian had
opened the front of his pants and already pushed the front of his underwear
down and hooked them under his compact scrotum, already growing and showing
sure signs of the very beginning of puberty. Ian's small dick was hard as a
rock and pointing straight up, and it's proud owner had untucked the front
of his dress shirt and was in the process of unbuttoning it from the bottom
up. The fact that Ian was going to have more naked skin exposed unnerved
Billy a bit more. He figured they would just go down on each other with
just the dicks out. Still he moved his attention back to his own button and
managed to open up his boxers finally and struggled to pull his slightly
larger solid hardon out of his boxers. Once he finally got settled, still
sitting on the crate with his brown dickhead poking out through the folds
of pants, boxers, and shirttails, he looked up at Ian.

Ian exuded confidence as he leaned back with his arms at the back of the
stump. His full stomach and the linear young boy abdominals were on view,
with the shadowed hint of nipple beneath the rippling shirt fabric. From
neck to balls, a solid hairless expanse of smooth white skin was on display
for Billy. It didn't attract Billy; it didn't make him more sexually
interested; but it did set the tone for who was controlling this
experimental experience. And so Billy knew he was going first when he saw
Ian signal to him to come forward, off the crate and to his side.

He moved reluctantly, though still responded with getting up and taking a
couple of strides over to Ian.

"Move down, Billy. Yeah, get on your knees. Cool. Move forward a
little. All right, then. Bend forward."

"I know, Ian," Billy said, a little rough. He wasn't sure about this, but
he still didn't look like there was much resistance coming. So Ian cooled
his heels and just watched as Billy took a breath and reached out and
grabbed a hold of the hot smaller dick. He gasped almost inaudibly. It
didn't feel any different than his own like he thought it would, like
Garrett's had, but then it felt so totally different than he could have
expected. He was still approaching the dick and began to bend over with his
mouth open in an exaggerated fashion, but then leaned back. He closed his
mouth and shuffled forward on his knees a bit. He gave the dick a few jerks
and then leaned in forward again. He opened his mouth a little more
slightly and pulled back with hesitation just before reaching the
head. Taking another breath and giving in to the inertia of doing this,
Billy leaned in the rest of the way.

Ian looked down on the soft blowing hair over his crotch and felt the cool
lips kiss the top of his dickhead before a tongue snaked out to swirl the
head. Very soon Billy's mouth opened wider and Ian felt the whole of his
dickhead swallowed into the young mouth. It was Ian's turn to gasp and try
to get a hold of his breathing. For some reason this felt even hotter and
more sexually charged than even Brianna's blowjobs had. Ian put his hand
down on the top of Billy's head and then ran both hands through the airy
hair. It didn't really feel airy, but it did feel even softer than it
looked. The Cormack hair tended to be of a coarser variety and Ian simply
couldn't believe how soft this hair felt. Ian was in heaven running his
hands through the dry soft pleasure above and feeling the warm young mouth
now starting to bob and go down his shaft, all the while with tongue
swirling like tasting a lollipop. Ian breathlessly tried to moan some
feedback, but Billy seemed to be a natural at this. Billy as well seemed to
be oblivious of all else but doing his turn at trying this out.

Of course, Ian had no intention of trading places and taking a turn the
other direction. He never had. His sole intention in suggesting it earlier
was to get just what was happening. He didn't feel bad, because Billy was
an older boy. At least a little older. He should be able to handle it. Ian
at this point, however, was losing all his senses except the ones on fire
from dick to asshole, up the spinal cord and knocking out the
consciousness, or starting to.

"Oh fuck,Billy, that's so fucking good . . . . you're so fucking good
. . . . this is incredible . . . . oh, god, I'm gonna cum, Billy
. . . . . .oh shit!! . . . . .TAKE IT . . . . unnnnghhh . . . . .downnn
. . . . .," and the rest was more just mumbles and muffled yells as Ian
began trying to push his dick up deeper into that mouth, across the
friction of the tongue and the pressure as well that it was pushing against
the underside of the now erupting cock.

And Billy took it all; he took it and just swallowed it down as a matter of
course and just kept on going. Despite first reluctances and amazement at
Bree having had swallowed, he now didn't think of this as being any
different than what he had to do when he started. Eventually, though, Ian
had to push him off the deflating dick with the overly sensitive
dickhead. But he still wasn't finished and before Billy could barely form
the first word of a quickly forgotten question, Ian pulled him forward with
both hands running through the hair. He pulled Billy's head right back into
his crotch and told the boy: "Suck on my balls, Billy."

Which is exactly what Billy did, and with a surprising amount of
gusto. Ian's mind was blown, and this was a very nice way to keep Billy
busy while he recollected himself. Billy himself wasn't really thinking
about anything, though he was mildly processing the interesting novelty of
this. It still wasn't anything he would do a second time on his own
impulse. At the same time it wasn't killing him to do it. Besides, at this
point he still thought that he had the same treatment coming to him and was
enjoying the prospect of it. He unfortunately wasn't going to get it, and
Ian continued to enjoy the intense pleasure of wet massage on his ballsack,
accompanied by sounds of slurping, smacking, and heavy nasal breathing that
were quickly recharging Ian to an anxious hard-on. He was looking forward
to another release in Billy's mouth, if he could manage it. Billy, on the
other hand, practically forgot where he was.

"Billy, tongue my belly button some; it's clean."

Billy didn't question the younger boy and supporting himself with an arm on
Ian's left leg, and a hand gripping the inner thigh, Billy moved his mouth
to the middle of Ian's belly. It felt incredible to Ian as the wet muscle
dabbed in and out and around, but it was also a bit too strange and a bit
ticklish, so Ian soon told Billy to keep moving up. Billy just moved up the
stomach to Ian's chest, giving warm wet nips as he went.  "Yeah, keep going
like that, Billy. Suck on my nipples some."

This was something that Billy actually did want to do. He had for a while
recently been wondering what a girl's boobs felt like, and what it would
feel like and taste like to tongue a tit. (His parents did not know about
he and his cousin watching the late night HBO and Showtime movies). Billy
balanced himself by putting his right hand on Ian's back and grabbing Ian's
dick in his left hand and holding on and stretching his body up to give the
flat boy titties a workover. He was surprised to feel them harden up the
way they did and to hear Ian start moaning so. After a few minutes of this
Ian felt he was going to cum just from the heat of Billy's hand around his
impossibly hard dick and the ministrations the boy's tongue was giving to
his sensitive tits. Is this what Bree felt when he sucked on her tits?

Ian couldn't take anymore and he definitely wanted his second orgasm also
in Billy's mouth. He put his hand back in Billy's delightfully soft hair
and gently pushed the boy's head back toward his straining dick. Billy
moved his hand lower down over the base of the dick and the balls and went
back to sucking on Ian's dickhead.

Ian was the first and only one of the two to hear someone else approaching,
so wrapped up was Billy in what he was doing. Ian had Billy come up for air
and sit back on his ankles. Ian stood up, his underwear still tucked under
his balls pushing his hairless package out obscenely when he stood up to
face Billy. Billy was about to say it was his turn, but Ian still had other
plans. From standing up he looked through the side windows of the tool shed
and could just see the top of the heads of two boys approaching from the
church. But Ian couldn't stop at this point. He was sorry for Billy, but he
had to go on. He ran his hand through Billy's hair again - he could play
with that hair all day - and around to the back of the boy and pulled him
forward again onto his balls.  "Sorry Billy, you got me so damn hot I gotta
go again. I have to, man."

Billy mumbled a protest around the balls of the younger boy, but the
vibrations sent an incredible rush through Ian. It intensified when Billy
reached around automatically and grabbed the succulent asscheeks. Ian
couldn't hold back any longer and pulled his balls out of Billy's mouth by
arching his hips backward, he just as quickly reached down and achingly
bent his hard-on downward toward Billy's tiring lips and slid it in, using
his hips to propel it in. Just as he did this, Billy's cousin Garrett
(almost 12) and his rougher, and even more boy-ish, friend Neil (about 12
1/2) rounded the corner of the tool shed. Billy had his back to them and
didn't see them, but what they saw made their mouths literally drop
open. They were also just in time to hear Ian exclaim out loud: "Fuck,
Billy!! I'm gonna cum again in your mouth! Suck it all down!"

And Billy dutifully said he would as he squeezed Ian's cheeks and pulled
him in. The added problem was that when Billy mumbled his acknowledgement
around Ian's hard cock, it sounded to the two newcomers that he was moaning
and obviously enjoying this. It was a hot scene that immediately brought
Neil's and Garrett's dicks straight to attention inside their dress
pants. Garrett even subconsciously reached down and groped for his hardon
and gripped it firmly from outside his pants. Ian now was lost to his
second amazing orgasm of the day after waiting all weekend for some
relief. He was on autopilot as he continued humping poor Billy's mouth
until his sexual resolve finally started to fade and he pulled back to
recover. As his dick cleared Billy's mouth with one last slurp and a trail
of saliva from the lips to the tip of his dick finally broke, even Billy
heard what came from behind him: "Holy crap!!"

Billy spun around to see two dazed boys with their mouths hanging open. His
cousin Garrett was still holding his dick in a death grip, and Garrett's
friend Neil simply looked stunned. Billy opened his mouth to start to
explain the situation to them:

"Oh! Hey guys!! Uh, this, uh, this isn't, uh, it's just, uh, you
see. . . . . ."

Billy was still on his knees looking very awkward, and the other two
weren't listening. While Garrett stayed in a state of shock, and not
letting loose of his own hardness, Neil began to smile, not taking his eyes
off of Billy. Neil stepped forward smiling, and Garrett's gaze shifted,
still in amazement, to his friend's crotch as he watched Neil pull down the
zipper of his pants and advance toward his cousin.

"Hot damn!!"  exclaimed Neil with more than bit of a country accent.

"N-n-no, Neil, no it's not l-like th-th-that. Neil!"

"Shhh, it's cool Billy, we're gonna have some real fun. Hell, I'm GLAD to
know about this. Shit, this is gonna be fine."  Neil was right up on the
boy with his hard dick fished out. Ian had caught a flash of the small
pubic bush Neil had as he unzipped and knew that Billy would soon get a
full taste of real cum. And probably not his last. Billy still tried to
protest this sudden unexpected turn of events.

"No! N-no way, N-neil. I'm not mmmmphhmmhppphh . . . .mmpphhmmmpphh."

"Oh yeah, Oh FUCK yeah. That's fucking hot, Billy! Keep doing that around
my dick. Yeah, oh yeah that's good. It's so fucking warm and tight and
slippery . . . . .  . . . oh god . . . . . . . never thought . . . . . . be
THIS good. "

Neil was a very vocal recipient of Billy's undesired blow job. And Neil was
a very active recipient, too. He was running his hands through Billy's soft
hair and was already slowly pumping the boy's mouth with his larger and
darker dick, slowly, but ever so slightly, moving more and more in and out
at very small increases of speed. It was indeed pretty damn hot and got Ian
as hard as a steel shaft. It also got Garrett woken up. Garrett began
undoing his pants hastily, not taking his eyes off the thick 12-year-old
dick stretching open the corners of his little cousin's mouth and moving
steadily in and over that pink ring of flesh, lubricated by the boy's
spittle, and probably by a good bit of precum from the excited pre-teen in
puberty who was fucking him.

Ian, however, wisely decided that this was a good time to make his exit
before he also was pressed into service or was expected to complete his
share in the pre-supposed bargain. Ian put his equipment away and backed
off to the sight of Neil's dick easing in and out of the surprised face of
Billy, and a quick look down to the fabric of Billy's pants that so well
showcased the contours of his ass. Ian had a brief thought that the ass too
was somewhat sexually enchanting, but he didn't want to overstay his own
luck and left the other three boys, listening to Neil's litany of Billy
being his cocksucker. Ian buttoned up his shirt as he went and tried to
return to the church without being seen.

He was very glad this time that his mother again wanted to leave so soon
after the end of church. What an incredible service, he thought, as he rode
the whole way back with a big relaxed smile on his face.






Tuesday, 25 April 1995 10:45 am

It took two days for Ian to get the courage to take this next step in his
sexual awakening. But here he was, still without Brianna due to her spring
vacation away from Indian Spring. But just the same, standing on Greg
Allen's doorstep, ringing the bell, and half wishing no one but Greg was
home, with an uncertain other half wishing that everyone EXCEPT Greg were
home. He got the first wish granted, though.

"Hey, what's up Ian?"  Greg asked when he opened the door and saw the
younger boy standing there, doing a very good job of not fidgeting.  "What
brings you over? I thought Brianna was gone for spring break."

"Oh, yeah, she is. Bree won't be back until Friday or Saturday."

"So what's up?"

"Well, um, can I come in?"

"Oh yeah, sure. Sorry. Come on in, but nobody's here but me; and I'm
supposed to outside getting fresh air and exercise, least that's what my
mom told me. I was just reading comics in my room. Wanna come up?"

Ian nodded a yes and the two went up, just shooting the bull about nothing
very important for a brief while. Ian had had a sneaking suspicion earlier
that Gregory Allen was a fair bit more flexible than most people in the
things he might try in life. He certainly had gotten off - all over the
door jamb, in fact - while secretly watching Ian go down on Brianna's still
hairless pussy. He didn't doubt that that was Greg's first view at real
sex, unless he spied on his sisters at some point, but he also wondered now
where Greg's concentration was in his line of sight on the two. He couldn't
have seen much of Brianna's pussy because the back of Ian's head would have
been all there was to see, although, to be fair, that would have been
enough for Ian, and he wouldn't have looked much further.

However, after seeing the relative ease with which he had so recently
fucked Billy's mouth twice, and knowing the incredible feelings that came
from that, Ian began putting together other various schoolyard jaunts,
rumors, and the like. He began to subconsciously wonder about things and
had a few half-constructed thoughts floating around in his head. He got the
feeling that Greg's house, and Greg in particular, might help him sort a
few of these out. Not that Greg would know he was playing that part. For
the moment Ian just continued talking about nothing in particular, noting
casually the slight reluctance from Greg to his being there. There
definitely was some discomfort there. Soon enough, Ian figured there was no
time like the present and decided to broach the subject of sex.

"Hey Greg, last time when me and Bree were here . . . "

Greg was now finding something else in his room to be interested in, like
the floor and the wall.  "Um, yeah?"

"I know you were watching."

At this point Greg didn't say anything. He was still sitting on his bed and
looking at the wall, but now turning a shade of red.

Ian was sitting in Greg's desk chair, which was more like a card table
chair, directly across from the older boy. He decided to keep pressing the
poor boy to see where this went. There was something he was actually
interested in seeing - something that had been too difficult to see at
home, that is with the type of mirrors and lighting they had. So Ian
continued: "I know you shot a whole wad on that door in your bathroom. So I
know you were beatin' your meat the whole time you was watching."

Greg began to turn an even deeper shade of red, wishing he wasn't there in
front of this younger but more confident boy, wishing his hard dick had
never led him into that bathroom with such a strong need to see what these
sounds actually looked like - to see what incredible nature could have been
producing them.

"It's cool Greg. I don't care if you watched, and Bree don't know."

Greg looked at him now, uncertainly, but still red as a beet.

"I just want to know what was you looking at that got you so hot?"


"Uh, it's just, uh . . ."

"I know it was more than just me doin' Bree with my tongue. At least I
think it was something else."  Ian looked at Greg expectantly for
confirmation.

Greg's redness deepened even more.  "It was that, um, but, uhhhhh . . . . "

"Buuuut . . . . .?"

"But also, uhhh, your, uh, butt . . . . . .um . . . . . . .hole."

"Dude! I knew it."  Ian was smiling like he had just aced a test. It was a
strange reaction to Greg, but put him a little bit more at ease, such that
his face began reclaiming a more natural color.  "So, why my butthole?"

"I, uh, I don't know. Honest."  Greg said. Ian was noticing for the first
time how Greg's voice was beginning to deepen. How old was he again?  Ian
was pretty sure he had just turned 13, about 2 1/2 years older than him,
but still Ian could probably have him eating out of his hand.

"So did you like it?"  Ian asked.

Greg looked up again, with his eyes a little widened. How should he answer
this?  "Umm, yeah, I did, I guess."

"Dude, enough to cum."  Ian remarked, but Greg just shrugged in response.
"So what's it look like?"

"Uhhh, it's uhhh, like a, uh, kinda wrinkle, but like around a circle, and,
um, real tight and closed like, at least yours is. And it wasn't a lot
darker than the rest of your skin. Looked kinda like you never even did
anything out of it. I don't get how you can open it up enough to crap, you
know? I felt mine, and it feels real closed up, too. Cant even get a finger
in it. Weird, huh?"

Ian just nodded at this rush of words. What was he doing trying to get a
finger in there? And now that he thought about that, what would it feel
like? But at the moment he still didn't even know what it looked like. He
was about to remedy that, though. Ian said to Greg, "Let me see yours,
then."

"Huh?"

"You were looking at mine; so let me see yours."

Greg considered it dully for a brief second, looking a bit confused, but
gave a brief nod as he stood up in front of Ian. He brought his hands to
the waistband of his pajamas and stopped. It was clear that something was
going on in the front of those long pajamas, but he was also wearing
underwear, so it was difficult to see clearly. He looked down at Ian and
asked, "You mean right here?"

"Yeah, of course."

Greg hooked his hands into his waistband and unceremoniously pushed down
both pajamas and briefs to the floor. Standing back up he took a deep
breath and slowly turned around. Before he completely turned, Ian saw the
nice development of a black pubic bush at the root of that much bigger
penis. It was a half-hard cock, and already impressive to the
youngster. Greg bent over at the waist and rested his hands on his bed,
about 28 inches off the floor.

"Move your legs apart, Greg."

Greg reached back down and pulled one leg free of the pajamas and underwear
and bent back over the bed, this time resting his arms and chest on the bed
as well. These combined actions produced a nice spread for the close up
that Ian was enjoying. He roved his eyes over the slightly darker skin of
the older boy with his well-formed melons parting well to clearly show a
smooth valley interrupted only a tight brown swirl heading inward, down
into that unknown space behind the closed muscle.

So that is what an asshole looked like, Ian thought. Not nearly as bad as
he always thought it would be, considering its function and the use of the
word as an insult. It didn't even smell that bad. Well, not really bad at
all, though he wasn't about to stick his nose in any further. And then he
looked down again at Greg's nuts. The plump sack was perched there, framed
by the boy's spread legs. It was like a big round crabapple waiting to be
plucked, except that it was brown, browner than the skin on the spread
bottom, and wrinkled, though a different kind of wrinkled than the asshole
above.

Ian's attention drifted back up to the brown eye that so far hadn't
moved. Greg was not saying anything or giving any indication that he minded
or wanted this. It was as though this were a normal part of his day, even
though clearly not. Ian suddenly had another strange prompting from an
unknown source within and that was to reach out and touch just the outer
crumpled exterior of the hole itself. As he did this there was an
imperceptible shudder that ran through Greg, but Ian what saw was a winking
of the anal muscle and the slightest of openings. His curiosity was
increasing and he began to wonder for some reason what it really would feel
like pushing his finger on inside. He pushed against the hole and was met
with resistance, but no give to the muscle. Too bad it wasn't all wet and
slippery like Brianna's pussy when he fingered her. There was no way he was
going to tongue this thing either.

About that time, though, Ian noticed some hand lotion that Greg had at the
bedside. Greg saw him grab this, but still didn't say anything. Ian put
some on his finger and began rubbing it around the area of the hole. There
was an initial lurch forward by Greg's hips as the lotion was cold relative
to the area, but the second and third applications were not accompanied by
any sound or movement. Greg's heart had started beating faster, but this
was nothing that Ian was noticing. Ian was simply noticing the enticing
silkiness of the hole, not as totally exciting as Brianna's front hole, but
completely captivating in another way.

Ian put a bunch more lotion on his finger and pressed again at Greg's
hole. This time the slick muscle opened enough to just let the tip of his
finger in. He twisted the tip around, unwittingly spreading more lotion and
also causing some body wrenching shudders from Greg. With steady pressure
the whole of the finger soon began following, being swallowed up by the hot
smooth chamber. The feel of the squeeze on his finger was getting Ian's
dick up, pulling against the constricting underwear. The sight of seeing
the anal tissue lose some of the wrinkledness but swallow his finger and
stay flush with his own flesh almost pushed Ian to an orgasm. Ian began
moving in and out slightly with his finger, hearing the first slight
moaning from Greg. He discounted the noises and kept his attention on
watching his finger going in and out of Greg's rectum, moving by an inch or
two at a time by this point.

This movement and his growing urge reminded Ian of his time with Billy, and
of watching his dick move in and out of Billy's mouth. He realized that
there was another mouth here in this room that he could be fucking and
decided to make use of his horniness and the other boy's passive
willingness. Ian pulled his finger out of the butt and stood up and
unzipped his pants as best he could. Greg started to get up, but Ian
climbed up on the bed and told Greg to stay where he was and bend back
over. Greg did as he was told as Ian walked over on his knees to right in
front of Greg. He pushed down the front of his pants and put his right hand
in Greg's hair. It was the same hand that had been finger fucking the older
boy in his ass. Greg was aware of this, but though not sure of what else
Ian was doing, and began to complain that the finger was dirty. He didn't
get far in his complaint since as soon as he opened his mouth, Ian pushed
down hard on his stiffness, aimed for the complaining mouth, and pushed in.

Ian then grabbed Greg by the head with both hands and began desperately
face fucking the boy. It was Greg's first time doing this. He was too
shocked to react for himself, but in enough shock to do what Ian said as
Ian began yelling instructions at him, in a huskier, sex-charged sort of
way. Soon both boys were going at it, each doing his job, but just as soon
all those feelings welled up inside of Ian and he pulled Greg's face hard
into his crotch and came an incredible orgasm. He could really get used to
this.

Greg was sure something just squirted into his mouth, but it wasn't much,
and only for an instant. He feel the spasms rocking through the younger
boy, and his hair hurt where the kid was pulling him so hard onto his small
dick. Greg was going to have to get a shower and wash his hair now, with
that dirty finger and lotion having been wiped in there, but it was totally
worth it if he got a chance to see that tight, pale butthole again, and
maybe even feel it. Definitely he wanted to stick his finger inside too and
see what it was like.

Greg came off the dick when Ian grew too tired to hold him there. Ian
plopped backward onto the bed and watched as Greg smiled and climbed
excitedly on the bed. The dicksucking was completely unexpected. Greg even
thought wildly he might get a shot at that, too. He walked on his knees
over to Ian until his rapidly filling dick was swaying obscenely in front
of the young lips.

Ian took one look, so up close, of the bulbous large purplish head swaying
before, down the thicker veined shaft, and into the very nice patch of
developing black curly forest - knowing that that foretold of a good load
of thicker cum - and he knew as soon as he opened his amount to tell Greg
no, that Greg would use that opportunity to slide that dick right on
in. After all, that's what he did to Greg. Instead, Ian grabbed a hold of
the hard-on being presented to him - wow, that's really hot; he didn't
think his own got that hot, or that hard - and he moved it out of being in
line with his mouth and held it there as he spoke:

"Greg, I don't want to do that."

Greg was a bit downcast. He couldn't force the younger kid; that would be
wrong. "Oh OK. I can still play with your butthole some."

"Uhh, no. That'd just be weird. I have to go now, Greg."

"I let you do it."

"Sorry."  Ian got off the bed and began pulling himself together. While
zipping up, he could see Greg looked very crestfallen and disappointed. He
felt he should say something, maybe correct what he said exactly.  "Uh, I
didn't mean you were weird, Greg. I like you. I thought it was neat what I
did. It would just be weird doin' it on the other side, you know? Um,
sorry."

"It's OK, I guess."  Greg was sitting on his bed with his feet under him,
feeling rather foolish and just looking down and playing with his pubic
hair, of which he was becoming quite proud.

"I guess you don't want me and Bree comin' over none when she gets back?"

Greg looked up, even more worried.  "No! I mean no. I mean yes! I mean
. . . "

Ian laughed.  "It's cool. I'd like to come back, so we will then, cool?"

"Yeah, cool."

"Great," said Ian, "I'll even leave the bathroom door cracked."

"Will you, um, be in the same position?"

"I don't know. Depends. But I can try to be sometimes."

Both boys smiled at this, and Ian left and went on home, knowing full well
what all Greg would be doing in his shower.




My dear readers, this story is part one of Ian's adventures, going back in
time a few months. We will be back to the summer of Kelley and Nathan by
chapter six. It is not really an aside, like the first chapter in Stolen
Condoms was, but is just another part of the story of the Kids of Indian
Spring.

Sorry it got a little out of order time wise. Hope you enjoy it. Let me
know.

-Jonas