Date: Thu, 01 Jun 2006 20:42:17 +0100
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Ch. 07 (Revised)

Kids of Indian Spring
Chapter 7

When we left Kelley, Blaine, and Tyler, they were at the swimming hole
after not being able to find Nathan to join them. They had swum for a while
and began talking about the things they were going to do that night. As
always, this hinged on having pocket money. It was an uncomfortable moment,
knowing that Kelley would not be able to afford to go with them, nor would
he ever. It was an uncomfortable enough jolt of reality to push Kelley
toward a decision. He couldn't drag this out any longer; he needed a
job. He had to take what he had available, whatever the cost. Though the
cost of this one could easily make him change his mind again, especially
after Blaine's comment:

Kelley had told the other two that he was getting a job. Neither Tyler nor
Blaine could believe anyone would hire a 12 year old, and Blaine's
sarcastic comment was jokingly stated: "who did you have to fuck to get
that?"

The words reverberated in young Kelley's head and literally through his
virgin ass, even as they continued to talk about the pressures of middle
school and what life would be like for them in Sweetwater's Jolsen Middle
School. He squirmed uncomfortably sitting on the rock, thinking of another
pressure, more focused, being applied back there. They discussed as well
the problem of Nathan. He didn't have any more money, really, than Kelley,
even though he was an only child. What would Nathan do for spending cash?
That was a problem that would need to be solved, especially now that Kelley
seemingly had a job.

But for now, there was still a good bit of a beautiful afternoon to
enjoy. So:


Tuesday,  13 June  1995
1:35 pm

The boys changed the subject to brighter topics and talked of other things
for awhile longer. As they were all still just sitting around completely
naked, with their boyhoods entirely in the open and out for exhibition for
any of the three that cared to look, it was only natural that talk would
eventually get around to those same organs on display. Nobody could say in
retrospect who actually started it, but jumping into the conversation one
would have heard Kelley comment on Tyler's pubic hairs:

"I can't believe you got more than me."

"Why? I'm older."

"Only by a week."

"So it's still older, why would I have fewer hairs?"

"But you're more blondish than me."

"Well, that's pretty easy since you aren't blondish at all. And what's that
got to do with anything any way?"

"Well, you're supposed to have less hair, or lighter hair, or thinner hair,
or something."

"That's stupid Tucker."

"Well, your hairs down there aren't even blond."

"They are so. They're blond . . . . . ish."

"They don't look it."

"That's because they're wet. Hair always looks darker wet."

"It's not wet."

"We've been swimming, Dumbtucker."  It was a favorite derogatory for the
other two, a play on words for dumbfucker. Tyler enjoyed using it more than
Blaine, and Nathan only rarely kidded his friend with it.

"We've been out of the water for half an hour!" Kelley exclaimed in
exasperation. "Look, see . . ." To prove his point Kelley leaned over and
ran his fingers through the small nest of Tyler's pubic hair just above the
root of his penis, which twitched and filled out a little more as Kelley
continued to move his fingers back and forth through the small area close
to the boy's member. "They're dry. I don't get it though. You not only got
more, but they're tighter and starting to make more of a bush. I just got a
nest of stragglers."

Blaine finally added his two cents. "You got more than just
stragglers. Besides, I like the color of yours." Blaine's pubic hairs were
nothing special in and of themselves, a dark brown, a striking presence
above his genitals, but still confined enough to say he was only
13. Tucker's were a nice soft honey brown. They looked good on the boy, as
did Tyler's, which actually were a little blondish, in the right light.

"Yeah, but none of us got dick like you, Blaine," Tyler responded. "Come
on, and show us how thick you can get."

"No, dude."

But even Kelley joined in this time, having some innocent fun, "Oh come on
Blaine, what's it matter? Come on, show us."

Blaine hesitated, and actually blushed a little. He looked away and said
"OK, I'll do it; but you guys have to do it, too."

"Deal!"  Tyler responded, apparently for both himself and Kelley.  "Come
on, Tucker, get it up."

And so the three boys did. They slowly wanked their prospective rods to a
full mast, full-bloodied and swollen, each sticking straight up in a
maximum hardness that only young adolescents can get.

"Fuck, Blaine!" Kelley couldn't help himself. This was a seriously thick
dick. OK, maybe it wouldn't be so amazing on a 14 year old, well, alright,
maybe it wouldn't be so amazing on a 15 year old; but it looked huge when
viewed from the angle that this was someone that was in their PE
class. Granted he was still a year older, but still, something inside
Kelley felt like he should be looking over at another 12 year old dick,
even though Blaine was 13, but certainly not this piece of meat that he
wasn't even sure he could get his hand around. He reached over to try
it. Nope couldn't do it.

"It's hot, too" Kelley said absently.

"That feels good, Tucker."

Kelley pulled his hand back at this, much to Blaine's chagrin.

"Ahhh, man. I wouldn't have told anybody." Blaine complained.

Tyler laughed and asked Kelley, "So Tuck, who were you thinking about when
we were jacking up?"

"Julie Henway. You?"

"Cara Mathison, eighth grader last year."

They both turned to Blaine for his response. "Um, Leslie Anne."

"Sick," Tyler made a face. "That's your cousin, dude."

"So? She's got amazing tits"

"Well," Tyler looked over to Kelley for this corroboration, "she does have
nice tits."

"What? When did you guys see them?"

"Last month. I went to Horton with Blaine to spend the night out at his
cousins', uh, place."

"It's a farm, Tyler."

"Whatever. A farm with no animals or food being grown anywhere."

"Hey, wait a minute," Kelley interjected, "Where was I?"

Blaine responded with, "You and your family were off playing over at the
house of all those red-headed fuckers."

"The Cormacks."

"Them."

Just then the three boys heard a voice:

"Hey guys! Can I join you?"

The voice belonged to Casey Harris, a short haired, but still shaggy-headed
dark hair boy that lived up at the front of Indian Spring, closer to
Sweetwater than the Tuckers. The Harris' were an old family in the area as
well, though most of the cousins and other relatives had moved away,
probably not to return. Casey's parents got the property from the elder
Harris', who now lived in Tucson, Arizona and played golf everyday, both of
them, actually. The younger Harris' then rebuilt the house when Casey and
his older sister Andrea were still babies. The Harris family had a nice
size house and lived in perhaps the most densely populated section of
Indian Spring. They were also one of the more well-to-do of the
community. Most of the families that lived in that section could possibly
afford to live in Sweetwater, though it would be a stretch. Kelley had
never hung out with those kids much, but it was impossible not to know
everyone in the small community, especially where all the houses were
passed on within the family.

"Hey Casey, what's up?"

"Hey Kelley!" Casey and Kelley were always friendly to each other, but just
never really hung out together. Not a lot of kids did hang out with Casey
actually. Jake and Harry, the Finney brothers who lived next door to him,
more or less tolerated Casey hanging out with them or seeking them out, but
they didn't give him much thought. Today, even, they didn't show up at the
trailhead like they said they probably would. Instead, without telling
Casey they had headed on out to see the Deep Mackeys.

The Mackey family was an extensive family that lived all throughout the
State Forest. It was much of their land years ago that the timber companies
bought up and later turned over to the State as a timber reserve, which
eventually became the Indian Spring State Forest. The residual holdings of
the Mackey family, the individual plots where all the residents lived,
dwindled over the years and were lost through marriages, bad debts, and
sold as the more progressive wings of the family moved into the growing
city, and others moved out to the country. Much of the land was lost in
recent years as the state bought up individual plots and converted those
into the contiguous State holding. The Mackeys that were left were fewer in
number now, but were often referred to as the Near Mackeys, meaning the
small cluster that lived around Joey and Nathan's area, and the Deep
Mackeys, who lived, obviously, deeper in the park system and in a slightly
larger cluster. Mackeys by marriage, like the Jacobs and the Corbins, were
generally included in the cluster if their houses were next to a 'pure
Mackey'.

Believe it or not, 'pure Mackey' was an actual term you heard from time to
time in 'the Spring', as the residents sometimes referred to their
community. The Mackeys that Jake and Harry Finney dumped Casey to visit
were more of the hunter country variety of Mackey. Not that Casey realized
that he had been put-off, or maybe he was just good at ignoring it. He was
happy, with all disappointments mended, to find somebody down at the
creek. And Kelley Tucker was pretty cool. He usually felt a little
uncomfortable around Nathan Carlin, though he was never sure why. Casey
also felt uncomfortable around the Cormacks, mainly because there was
always just so many of them. It was kind of like being dropped into a crowd
where everybody is running around and shouting to each other, they all know
each other, know what they are doing, know where they are going, and he,
well, he was just Casey - a little unsettled. He was happy now, though; but
the scene before him caused him a small pause as he realized that all three
boys had hard-ons and seemed to be holding them.

"Um, what are you guys doing?"

"Oh." Kelley started, realizing it may look odd to the kid what they were
doing. Well, actually it probably just was odd what they were doing. Still,
no reason not to be nonchalant about it. "We are, uh, just comparing
woods. You know, biggest dick, that sort of thing."

"Cool! Can I?"

Not the sort of reaction any of them were expecting, but Tyler for one was
not the sort to turn anybody away from mischief. "Yeah, dude, drop 'em and
come on out. Just be sure you get it up; we aren't putting on a show out
here."

The boy dropped the paper bag he was carrying onto the ground. He toed out
of his shoes, shimmied out of his swim trunks, and hurried off his T-shirt
to get out to them. While the T-shirt was coming off, the other three boys
got a good look at his equipment dangling out in the breeze. His balls were
low hanging and the dick flopping about was easily three inches soft. He
had a little more pubic hair than Tyler and it was darker and curlier,
though more matted than spongy, and more of it than any of the three. It's
not surprising he would have a little more hair or possibly be bigger than
Kelley or Tyler since he was half a year older, but his maturity, mainly
insecurity or naivety, spoke more of a younger kid than an older one. Still
there it was for all them to see. He started playing with it even as he
walked down into the water.

Casey swam out to meet the boys on the far bank, taking a place next to
Blaine and already rock hard when he came out of the water.

"Damn, boy, you're already punching holes in the cloud layer." Tyler had
some of the most colorful, and sometimes curious, expressions.

"Huh?" Casey didn't quite get it.

"I mean you're solid already. You only went like 15 feet."

"Casey," Kelley jumped in, "this is Tyler . . . "

"Hey!"

"Hey, dude."

" . . . and Blaine . . . . "

"Hey, man." Casey shook Blaine's hand and stared down openly at the thick
boy/adolescent dick below their handshake.

"They're from Sweetwater. They're both in our grade. You may have seen them
around here some."

"Yeah, I seen them, and heard of them too."

"What do you mean heard of us?" Blaine asked.

"Just that some guys wasn't happy that Kelley kept bringing outsiders into
Indian Spring swimming holes. But I don't care. I think you guys are cool."
He ignored the looks that Blaine and Tyler gave each other and the
resultant shrug from Kelley and went on talking. "Are you really in our
grade?" He asked Blaine.

"Yeah, but I'm a year older than you guys."

"Oh, I was just wondering. Cause your dick is pretty big. I mean it don't
really look real big like some of the older guys that go swimming down here
sometimes, but it looks thick."

"Yeah, well, I guess it's just thick for my age. I don't guess I would be
like a porn star or anything." Blaine laughed at his reference to an
imagined future for himself, one that he had actually considered in more
than one jerk off fantasy.

"Can I?" Casey asked as he moved his hand out over the dick in
question. Blaine just nodded, and then gasped quietly as the warm hand
closed around his barely-teen hardness, or at least tried to close around
it. Who knew someone else's hand would feel that hot, especially when
swimming in the creek. Who knew it would feel this good, too. If Casey held
it much longer Blaine would be firing volleys out over the creek.

Casey pulled his hand away just in time, though. "Wow. That felt weird. I
never held anybody's dick before. And you are thick; I wish I could feel
that on me when I was jerking off. And you're hard. I mean I'm hard, but
it's like a woody, for real, you know." And he grabbed his own dick, as if
in illustration. "But, Blaine, you're hard like a big piece of steel
holding something up, but wrapped in something warm and like, not soft, but
like you can squeeze it, but only barely."

For some reason Casey's talking just kept Blaine at the edge. Uncomfortably
at the edge. He didn't want to blow just because some kid had held his dick
or was talking about it. And he didn't want anyone thinking that's why he
was blowing his wad either. He cut the boy short. "Yeah, um, thanks,
Casey."

"Speaking of hard," Tyler said, "Do you always go from like dangling in the
breeze to cruising outer space that fast?"

"Huh?" Still not getting it.

"He means," Kelley decided maybe he should translate. "That you got hard
really fast. You were soft on the bank . . ."

"Yeah," Tyler cut in, "and now it looks like it would hurt to even move
that stiffie. I mean it was like 'schwoooom, Boing!!!!'."

The other boys laughed at Tyler's sound effects, and Casey responded,
"Yeah, well, when I get horny, I'm like all there. I was thinking about
this, um, friend of my sister's, and that was all it took you know. I'm
like all there, more than probably anybody."

"No way, dude, if you're talking about all there, then that's me, dude. 'I'
am the king of horny." Tyler retorted, pointing to himself with both
thumbs.

"He's got a point," Blaine added.

"Nope."  Casey held his ground, fitting in easily with the flow of these
boys and their banter.  "Nobody can top me on horny, and I can get it off
faster than anybody, just thinking of the right girl."

"No way, dude."

The banter actually continued back and forth with various boasts, jests,
and colorful illustrations. Kelley and Blaine were laughing and enjoying
the talk from the sidelines. Blaine had only come down slightly from the
previous feelings, but for some reason just sitting next to this naked boy
eight months younger than himself he imagined he could feel the heat coming
off the slightly tanned body, with the smooth skin and boyish curves. He
was staying too close to the edge for comfort and wished he could find a
release. He tried to distract himself with the banter, but it wasn't
working. Finally the verbal jousts went from silly talk in fun and started
to become a challenge. The part of the young male brains that were involved
switched over from the part that included boasting of sexual prowess, such
as could be understood or pretended at their age, to the 'challenge to my
manhood part' and the verbal jabs playfully came to a head:

"Dude, why don't you prove it?"

"You wanna see who can shoot the most cum?"  Casey was ready for such when
he issued the challenge to Tyler.

Blaine was already for relief, but he still surprised everybody when he
eagerly jumped in with, "You're on."

Casey and Tyler both looked at the older, bigger boy, and then looked down
at that big pulsing dick, and back up to that questioning face. Casey was
pretty sure he shot more cum than average, having jerked off with some
older kids once and hearing them comment on it. But the relative unexpected
find of the width on this one threw him off; he wasn't sure he would easily
win in that category. Tyler was taken aback, too. For a spilt second he was
considering taking up the challenge, for no other reason than just to
win. He didn't really think about any of the implications. What he was
thinking about now, though, was that he would probably lose to either one
of them, and he didn't want that. He needed a more level playing field,
because he was still into this challenge thing.

"Wait, wait, wait."  Tyler was shaking his head and smiling . "I can
already tell you that I don't shoot as much stuff as you Blaine, and maybe
you Casey. I'm kind of ready to go, though, so how about first one to shoot
his load wins. After all, this is about who can get the hornyest fastest."

"Sounds good to me."  Anything promising relief sounded good to Blaine at
this point. He was past any feelings of privacy; he just wanted to get off,
right now. "You're in, aren't you, Tucker?"

"Um, yeah, sure."

Casey couldn't resist one more jab at Tyler.  "So, you're only 'kind of'
ready to go? I thought you were the King of Horny."

"That's it, dude," Tyler smiled. "You're going down."

"Bring it on. So what's the winner get?"

Blaine motioned to the paper bag left on the bank and said, "What's in the
paper bag?"

"A peanut butter and jelly sandwich. And a coke."

"Good," said Blaine "I'm hungry, and I think I'm going to win. So that's
what the winner gets."

"Well, that's lame." Tyler was unimpressed.

"Yeah, and besides, that's my lunch. And what happens to Tyler when he
loses?" Casey wanted both the reward and to see the agony of defeat on
Tyler's face.

"It's not about the losing, which you're going to do," Tyler responded.
"It's about my satisfaction when I win. I mean I could eat a sandwich. But
it still just seems kind of lame."

"Well, my sandwich is cut in half."

"So?"

"Soooooo, the winner gets one half and the coke. And the loser gets the
other half."

"I don't get it," said Blaine.

"After we cum on it," said Casey.

"Dude, that's sick." Tyler responded. This went even farther down the path
of pranks than he ever went.

"Everybody cums on the sandwich when they shoot and gets their whole load
right on it. Then whoever cums last has to cum on the sandwich, too, but
then eat the whole thing afterward, and any that falls off."

"Dude, that's fucking disgusting," Tyler reiterated, not that Blaine and
Casey were listening; their hormones were on full blast and the matter was
solved.

"Sounds fair," said Blaine.  "Come on, let's go do this. I need to get off,
and I'm hungry."

"What?," Tyler started to say something else, but somewhere inside, he
figured Blaine must be ready to burst to be acting like this, so Tyler
didn't figure himself to be eating the clean PB&J, but he was also pretty
sure he could go faster than Casey. Casey seemed a little all-talk, just
happy to be hanging out so that he was willing to put anything up. Well
Tyler was going to call him on this.  "All right, you're right. It's a fair
fight. Let's go over to the bank and get it going."

None of them had actually even considered Kelley in this venture. He had so
far sat there pretty quiet. For Kelley, he didn't think he would be in the
mood to jerk off for quite awhile after the day he had yesterday. And he
had had enough of other guys' cum for quite awhile, too. He started to make
excuses to back out of this battle. But Blaine wasn't hearing any.

"Don't be a pussy, Tucker. Come on, it's just a contest. It's fair enough."
One thing to know about Blaine, once he was horny and saw a way out, then
he was seeing it to completion. When he started jacking, he was going to
finish. When he became horny, he became a different person, someone who
didn't like others coming between him and his cumming. The same could be
said when he was hungry. For him, then, the contest was set and all
arguments were irrelevant. It was fair, or fair enough, and that was all he
needed. Of course, the hornier he got, the more skewed fairness could get
and he wouldn't really notice. Again, the same could almost be said about
food; so this contest was a double whammy for any attempt of Kelley's to
get out of it.

Kelley let himself be roped into it and joined the others headed back to
the bank. Casey got his bag lunch and set the coke and one of the sandwich
halves to the side in the paper bag. He put the other half on top of the
Ziploc bag and put this on top of a log that crossed about the height two
inches below their balls, enough to make a good aim easy as each started to
blow. The simple rules were explained again, and everyone agreed. Tyler a
little reluctantly inside, and with Kelley the reluctance showing
outside. Not that anyone cared at all about that.

Blaine, before the boys grabbed their dicks to get going, motioned his dick
to Casey and said, "Feel this log here, Casey. It's going to be feeding you
a little dessert with your lunch. Well, half your lunch."

"I don't think so, man."  Still he couldn't resist reaching down and
grabbing a hold of the thick dick, getting an even better feel than the
first time. As you've been told, Blaine is certainly no dummy. The electric
feelings that almost sent him over the edge before, started back up and
were rapidly bringing him forward. It was as if the heat from that boy's
hand, wrapped around his pulsing boy/manhood, was connected to an inner
switch that would just release the floodgates. The result was that shortly
after Casey released his hold and each of the boys were on their own
stroking, Blaine was already ready to cum.

A moan and a surge forward were all the other boys needed to hear and to
see before knowing that Blaine would be having the non-gagging lunch. They
watched as he leaned forward and supported himself with one hand on the log
and the other hand easing up on the strokes in time to direct the head of
his dick right to the edge of the half-sandwich. Cum came out in a gush
that spread out over the top of the sandwich like a smooth gravy. Another
grunt and another gush pushed a little of the first cum a tad farther. The
third spurt was more of a launch and managed to place a fair amount of cum
on the far end of the sandwich that had not received the initial two
propulsions. The same went for the fourth and fifth spurts, although with
rapidly diminishing amounts.

The other three boys were in awe and doubled their efforts, but somewhere a
small voice in Kelley's head just said 'Oh shit! Not Blaine's.'  At the
same time another small voice just meekly stated, 'Damn, that's a lot. And
all over the sandwich, too.'

The boys kept jacking in earnest, while Blaine panted from his orgasm,
watching the contest to see who was next. For Tyler, (as for Blaine in a
few seconds) this was the first time he had ever seen another boy
cum. Despite his lack of interest in other boys, this was too significant a
sight not to have some impact. In fact it had enough impact to boost his
own level of horniness and take him closer to the finish line than the
other two boys. Thirty more seconds brought an "Oh Fuck!" from the dirty
blond boy and a healthy spurt of white cum from the end of his dick then
arced over and fell in a line dead center down the long axis of the other
end of the sandwich. The remaining two spurts from the boy just dribbled
out the end falling on the edge of the sandwich that he was holding his
dick over, his body still had a few more spasms, but his balls had nothing
more to give.

'That's about how much I'll shoot,' thought Kelley, 'but maybe not so
white. I just have to go before Casey.'

The surprise of seeing Tyler beat him actually set Casey back. He wasn't so
sure of winning now. The fear and realization of the deal he had made
settled on him and slowed him down even more. It gave a decisive advantage
to Kelley, who at any other time would have been able to take it. But
Kelley was fighting his own demons inside that were preventing him from
coming. Both frantically tried to get images of girls they liked in their
heads to propel their own winning shots out of their balls and onto the
bread. In the end, however, Kelley's deadweight was more encompassing and
long term than Casey's, and Casey was able to recover from his mental
setback faster. Casey also had a more recent and more powerful sex image to
propel him forward. He simply remembered peeking through his sister's door
yesterday and seeing Amy Vining getting dressed. All she had had on was a
T-shirt that barely covered her bottom, just leaving the barest edge of the
cheeks visible, a tantalizing view for a peeping little brother. Then the
girl bent over with one leg as leverage to retrieve something from the
floor. The T-shirt rode up revealing more of the bottom, her leg parted,
and he could glimpse through to see the lower end of the parting lips that
lead to her young teen pussy. The memory was very powerful.

A wave of fear and loss swept through Kelley as he watched Casey lean
forward, balance himself the way Blaine had, and carefully aim his dick so
that the head barely cleared the top of the sandwich. He watched even more
in horror, as a first thick rope of cum shot just a short distance onto the
bread. Two more ropes followed, and then Casey's dick began to push out
thick gobs of cum, like the way a cake decorator pushed icing out of a
funnel. The kid easily could put out more cum than Blaine. Hell, he could
possibly have more there than the other three put together, even though his
balls didn't seem especially large.

Tyler was impressed, as all three boys were, "Damn, dude, you sure put out
a wad of cum. Sucks to be you, Tuck."  He slapped his friend on the back,
noticing Kelley's widened eyes in surprise of what lay in wait for him,
sitting on top of the sandwich half, and, in the case of Blaine's cum,
soaking into the bread.

Kelley had backed off from pumping his dick, suddenly not wanting to be
there at all, when he heard Casey say, "Come on, Kelley, a deal's a
deal. You're not finished."  Casey couldn't believe what he was getting to
see. This was incredible!! And with Kelley Tucker, no less! It was more
than enough such that the boy never even had a real post-orgasm let-down.

With that the boy pushed Kelley forward, and Kelley found himself up at the
log with a both hands resting on either side of where the sandwich lay atop
the plastic bag. He was in a semi-daze as he felt Casey's left hand wrap
around his dick and start pumping it for him, determined to get one more
load of cum for Kelley to eat - his own. Kelley felt the boy's other hand
in the small of his back, holding him up there at the log until the left
hand finished what Kelley could not. He then felt Casey's right hand move
down his back, over his butt to rest part way in his crack. He
unconsciously separated his legs and began rocking into the fist that was
masturbating him, starting to take a more active role in this humiliation
and, in a sense, defilement.

He could feel the boy's fingers in his crack - fingers that deliberately
began to wander in his valley, brushing against his back door. Poor Kelley
was both horrified and increasingly horny, both scared and pushed to the
edge. Either way he was embarrassed, but that did nothing to stop the
impending orgasm once the middle finger of that wandering hand pressed a
tip ever so slightly up against and starting into his rectal tunnel. Kelley
began to shoot big time, though not actually in any amount more than what
Tyler had shot. Casey expertly aimed the spurting fluid over the PB&Cum
sandwich, which Kelley was expected to shortly enjoy.

Casey backed off the now panting boy, with one last unconscious and
unnoticed feel of the untensing 12 year old's behind. Kelley was trying to
catch his breath from one of the more powerful orgasms he had experienced
to date. He had to be wrong, but that feeling that welled up inside him
seemed to flow from just the light sensation of the fingertip brushing his
sensitive anal skin. Nothing but toilet paper had ever been swiped back
there before, but this, this felt incredible. And when Casey just barely
pushed inside, Kelley got a reaction that told him to push back, though
part of him wanted to take it in further. What the hell was happening to
him? Did this have something to do with his decision earlier to go ahead
and try to get that job? Was he actually going to do that? Or was it just
because another boy had never touched him down there?

Then he remembered. He had been touched down there. Amazing how he had
blocked that out. Carlos just yesterday morning had pressed his greased
knob up against that that tight ring and even caused it to loosen some and
start to open. Only Kelley's yelling, and some from Nathan, stopped that
from going further. Would he seriously present himself again, but this time
to bend over and invite the whole knob and all four or five inches to march
right on through?

"Tucker! You OK?" Tyler was looking a little worried. Blaine was already
munching on the clean half-sandwich and popping open the Coke.

"Yea, I'm OK," though he was still panting, and now looking down at the
mess on the sandwich before him. It was soggy on the top with the cum of
four young boys spread across it.

"You have to eat it. All of it."  Casey said.

"No, he doesn't," Tyler stepped up.  "Dude, don't touch that."

Blaine added his two cents with a mouth half full of PB&J.  "No way,
man. He made the same deal the rest of us did. We all knew full well what
would happen. You can't back on a deal, especially when you already know
what's going to happen when you make it. Tucker's got to eat the whole
thing."  Blaine was a big stickler for keeping to the deals you
made. Everyone knew that, and it was bad dealings with him if you made
deals and didn't keep them.

Tyler shrugged and rolled his eyes as if to say 'that's true' and then
backed off, going over to his clothes to put them on. He wasn't happy about
it, but Blaine had a point, and Tyler made a point of never wrangling with
Blaine on these issues.

Kelley steeled himself and looked down at the sandwich. He had made the
deal. He felt pretty stupid getting drawn into this, especially when he
knew his horniness level was at an all time low. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He
kept looking at the sandwich, ironically realizing this wasn't even the
first cum he would eat, although the other guys didn't know that. The first
and only other two loads, though, were pumped directly into his
mouth. Still, he didn't know what was worse, having his mouth fucked and be
directly fed two series of hot creamy loads of other guys' cum, or sit here
and slowly eat the cum of two of his best friends while they watched. And
then the extra embarrassment of eating his own along with a fellow Indian
Springer who shot more than any of them and probably wouldn't keep his
mouth closed about it either.

"Eat it, Tuck." Blaine said in something of a commanding voice between
bites. Blaine and his damn sense of honor in keeping deals you make.

Well, Kelley figured it wasn't going to get any easier, and thinking about
what his own cum started to feel like a while after he shot it out, he knew
that it was only going to get grosser if he waited. Kelley picked up the
sandwich, looked at it one more time while deliberately avoiding everyone
else's stares, and took a big bite out of one side.

It felt awful in his mouth, with a truly bizarre taste that he tried to
ignore. He wasn't the only one having to suppress his gag reflex as he
chewed down the cum-sodden sandwich. He knew he had gotten a big clump of
Casey's cum on this end, and one quick look at the smile on Casey's face
told Kelly that Casey knew it too, and that the kid was really enjoying
this. Really, really enjoying it.

Kelley ate a couple more bites, still trying to avoid the knowledge that he
was slowly mixing and adding the life-giving deposits of four actual boys
to his stomach, taking boy cum into the center of his body. The sandwich
had a mushiness with a tangy and salty twist on the relatively thicker
peanut butter. The jelly may have helped a little, but there wasn't enough
to cover the feel of the cum-soaked bread, the strange taste, or even just
the knowledge of what he was eating - and whose.

It was too much to bear. He had gotten through half the sandwich, but the
second half of the half-sandwich was starting to look even bigger than the
whole entire sandwich looked before they separated the two halves. He had
to sit down. He went over to another log, a big log laying on the ground,
and sat down on it, gulping down air and willing himself not to throw
up. He didn't want to finish anymore. He was at the part now that had
become completely flooded with those first two major pulses of Blaine's.

Blaine had already finished the good half of the sandwich and had drunk
down half the coke. He came over to sit next to his friend and offer at
least some verbal support.  "Sorry Tucker, a deals' a deal."

"I know."  Kelley took a big breath, though at this point, he figured
looking weak would look worse than anything.  "I'm trying to finish. It's
really disgusting, you know."

"Yeah looks it. I can't even imagine eating some guy's cum. Well, I saved
you some coke to wash it all down, maybe make it a little easier."

"Thanks, Blaine. Thanks a bunch. It'll definitely help."

"Anything, man. Hey, uh, is that the part that most of my, uh, stuff went
on?"

"Um, yeah."

"So you're about to eat my cum?"  He didn't know why he said this, suddenly
it just seemed fascinating.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so."  Kelley glanced down at Blaine's dick and saw it
was slowly rocking its way back up to an erection, with his balls gathering
up under it. Blaine himself glanced down where he was looking and then back
up, red in the face and embarrassed.

"Crap. Oh, uh, sorry, Tucker."

Kelley just shrugged his shoulders and went back to the sandwich to take a
big bite and get this over with. He could take bigger bites now that he had
some drink to wash it down with. Blaine sat there on the log, as well, but
bug-eyed as he watched his good friend take a huge bite of sandwich laden
with his cum. Blaine watched, knowing his own cum was in Kelley's mouth,
being chewed up and swallowed down. His dick sprang the last of the way
into a full erection and he watched the first swallow go down Kelley's
throat, moving downward, and he watched it as he imagined it fall into that
belly. He was still watching that tan, taut belly, with the innie and the
pubescent muscular tone that he himself would have if he lost about 5
pounds or more. Blaine shook himself off and rose as Kelley took in the
last bit of his cum. He walked back over to his trunks as best he could
with that weighty thick tower at hard attention.

Blaine slipped his shorts on and joined Tyler who had swung back out over
the water and dropped in. Blaine was half thinking that if he hit the water
wrong, he might just go off again and cream his shorts. Damn, he never came
back this strong or this quick before. He felt just the same as he did
before he got off a few minutes ago. Blaine swung and whooped, and hit the
water with a splash. He was determined to stay in the water until his
erection subsided.

Casey had, as well, gotten his swim trunks on, though Kelley could see the
wet outline of Casey's dick riding up his hip to the right as he walked up
toward him, still sitting on the log. Kelley got up to get his own
trunks. He felt, or probably imagined after all the stress this was putting
on him, some stomach discomfort from the cum sandwich, and he immediately
just squatted down on the ground. Casey walked up and squatted down next to
him.

"You, OK?"

"Besides the fact I just ate your . . . . . uh . . . . . stuff?"

"Yeah, besides that."

"Yeah, I'm cool."

"Good," Casey began as he slipped his hand down and cupped Kelley's
ass. "Man, you were really cummin' hard earlier, Kelley."

Kelley felt the boy's hand on his rump, the fingers coiled inside and
snaked through the cleft, held open by his squatting, and moved in toward
his valley. His first instinct would have been to slap the hand away and
holler some derogatory, telling the boy he was no fag, however he had just
eaten the cum of four boys. Well, three other boys and his own, as if that
made it any better. He wasn't in a position to call anybody names, though
he still could be mad that this boy had the affront to do what he was
doing. The problem was, that Kelley had taken to thinking about things
entirely too long over the last couple of days. It's what got him caught up
in this stupid contest, it's what changed the requirements for getting the
job, and now it's what let Casey cop a really good feel before Kelley
issued a protest. It seemed too late to protest now; Casey had already
copped a good feel, squeezed that right buttcheek pretty good a few times,
trailed his fingers along the relatively open valley, and had now started
tensing that hole, pulled very slightly open, with the actual anal muscle
taut from the position he was in. There was no doubt as to where Casey's
interest was now, as Kelley felt the tip of a finger pull slightly against
his outer anal ring, run around that tightened barrier, pull back and then
dip into the hole.

Whoa. The finger just slipped in his hole. It couldn't have been much, but
there was a definite tip pulling against his wall, right at the edge of the
muscle, from the inside. The tip pulled back and then plunged in again,
giving ministrokes into just the outer portion of his boy muscle down
there. Casey leaned and whispered into Kelley's ear: "Kelley, let me fuck
you."

"What? No!" But Kelley didn't pull away, or say it loudly. He wasn't sure
what was going on, but he was pretty sure he didn't want that.

Casey was undeterred. "I got some greasy sunscreen stuff my mom makes me
bring. It was in the bag. It's waterproof, kind of. I put a bunch on my
finger a little while ago." With these words, he moved his hand further
into the crack and slipped another half inch of finger up into Kelley's
hole. Kelley gasped and reached out to steady himself. He definitely had
never imagined that he would come down to one of the swimming holes and let
another kid finger him. Still it was hard to deny that this felt good, at
least a little. He didn't want it to, but it did.

Casey reached for Kelley's hand that was gripping his left leg while his
left hand continued exploring the tightness of the boy's outer hole. Kelley
felt the penetrating greased finger sliding around so easily despite being
clenched by his anal ring, trying not to moan out from the pulling against
his muscle, the penetration, and the digital exploration. He felt Casey
pull his own hand down the boy's inner thigh and place it on the hardness
of the dick within the shorts, the roundness of the scrotum containing the
balls that shot so much cum earlier, cum Kelley now had in his belly. It
all seemed so wrong, but his ability to concentrate was just shot with that
finger digging around at the edge of his anus.

Casey leaned right up against Kelley's ear and said, "Come on Kelley, I
seen pictures of guys doing it in girl's butts. I can put some of that
greasy stuff over my dick and slide it in nice. " He moved his finger
around some more as Kelley strained to come to his senses. "You like this."
He whispered, thinking the statement of fact as he saw it would sway the
squirming boy to a yes. Casey didn't care about the others, he'd fuck
Kelley right in front of them, if the boy would let him. Hell that would be
even hotter. But unfortunately for Casey, his last words had the opposite
effect, and Kelley pulled away from him, though with his own dick at full
mast, and went to get into his trunks like the others. He guessed,
correctly, that everyone was feeling a little awkward after what
happened. What he didn't realize was that Blaine would have liked to do it
again the same as Casey.

Or at least he would have before a couple of swings on the rope. In only
took a few of those for all of them to turn them back into everyday average
boys at the creek, laughing and having a great time. Only once more did
Tyler and Blaine ask Kelley if he was OK. Kelley forced a laugh and said he
was but it was something he would rather never remember or talk about,
either. And that was fine for all of them. They played for about another 40
minutes before Blaine said,

"We should have gone to see if Nathan was back about an hour ago."

"We could go now," Kelley suggested.

"You guys can," Tyler added, "but I have to get back home."

"I'll go with you, Tyler." Blaine said.

"You don't have to."

"No, I have to be home a little after you, I just didn't realize it was
this late."

"It's not that late, guys," Kelley protested.

"It's almost 4, Tuck. Are you staying here or coming with us?"

"Kelley," Casey said, almost pleading, "stay a little longer."

Kelley smiled, still more in a benevolent and innocent play mode, and told
his other two friends that he would stay a little longer and go a few more
times off the rope swing. He did love the rope swing.  "Come back tomorrow!
I'll be up at normal time tomorrow."

They laughed, said sure you will and that they would call Nathan when they
got home and tell him to be around tomorrow, too.

"And tell him to come down here if I'm not at home."  Kelley called this
down to his two friends as he launched himself off the bank on the rope
swing. He yelled out a Tarzan yell and hit the water next to Casey.

As he surfaced, he heard Tyler yell out "What's this stuff?"

"That's my sunscreen," Casey answered back.  "My mom makes me bring it. I
don't ever wear it though. But, hey, can you throw it here?"

Kelley's face fell for a moment, and Tyler tossed the tube of cream to the
other boy in the water. Casey caught it and swam over to the far side and
put it on a flat rock on in a section of the creek that was only just over
waist deep, where the water came almost to his nipples.

"Bye Tuck!!"

"Yeah, bye Tucker, see you tomorrow!"

Kelley couldn't be sure, but Blaine could still have a stiffie in his
trunks, well maybe not. But whatever it was weighted the front a little.
"By guys!! See you tomorrow," he said to the backs of the two boys headed
up the trail.

"Come on, Kelley," Casey said.  "I dare you to try a back flip off the
rope."

"Dude, that's easy."

Kelley was up to the challenge, which was a lot harder than it seemed it
would be, as two smacks on the back proved.  "Owwww, damn that hurt!!"  or
some variant of that is what both boys then yelled as they broke surface
coming back up. It didn't deter them from trying again, but the second time
definitely did deter them. They sat out of the creek for a couple of
minutes, before heading back up the bank and going off the rope with
regular swing-and-drops. Now, today aside, Kelley did enjoy going skinny
dipping on any given day, as did Casey and most of the other boys, but he
had to say that trunks made the rope swing much more fun, and he was glad
to have them on. They probably took another five or six swings each before
resting from the swing. They swam around briefly, tried to get to the
bottom (about 10 or 11 feet) at the deepest section and stay there the
longest (not very long) and then tired of that as well. They swam over to
the far bank, staying in the section that was chest deep. It was a hot day
and the water still felt pretty good.

They talked a little about different people in the neighborhood, Kelley
leaning up against a large submerged rock, and Casey on his side facing
him. At some point Casey casually reached out his hands and grabbed the
strings of Kelley's suit. The water was still pretty clear in this section,
and the short white strings showed bright floating against the rock
face. Casey just absently began playing with them as they continued
casually talking about different guys in the neighborhood. Still, even
though he didn't really touch Kelley's body, just the nearness of Casey's
hands, of his body, and the gentle occasional tug that pulled the swimsuit
slightly out and away from Kelley's lower belly, almost in the pubic area
the way it had fallen down some from swimming, was getting Kelley hard. He
couldn't say why this was happening, and he was enjoying the strange
comfort from it, so he let it be for now.

"Lean back some." He heard Casey say, and he did. He felt the boy slip two
fingers in front of the front of his waistband and pull the swim trunks out
a little away from his body. Casey leaned forward against the front of
Kelley and peered down into the open front of his trunks.

"I was thinking," he said as he was doing this, "that the water was pretty
clear down through the first few feet, that I was wondering if I could see
in your trunks, maybe see if you were hard."

The only answer Kelley could give was an imperceptible grunt and a change
in his breathing pattern. He moved his right arm out of the way for Casey
and placed it on the boy's back for support. It was warm, even in the cool
water. He trailed his hand down, pressing on the back, letting the wetness
allow his hand to slip down the warm skin. He was indeed hard, but his dick
was wedged in his shorts, going off to the side. Casey was now not only
pulling the front of the trunks out, but down a little. Some movement,
either of Casey's manipulation or of Kelley turning slightly to accommodate
him, caused his dick to come loose and pop up, falling against the fingers
holding his swimsuit out. The contact of his sensitive underside, just
where the head and shaft met, with the boy's fingers caused Kelley to give
a short gasp.

Casey moved his hand in to grasp hold of the other boy's erect cock. It
wasn't as big as Blaine's, but Casey was getting a little into this cock
holding thing. It felt so strange, so warm and hard in his hand, such an
exhilarating feeling. He grasped a loose hold again and slid his hand up
and down a little enjoying the sensations of the shaft and its
micro-contours. Another boy's shaft. It would probably enhance the feel of
his own when he jerked off later that night.

Kelley just closed his eyes down to slits, tilted his head back, and let
the boy give his ministrations. His own hand slipped further down Casey's
back and past the boy's waistband, traveling across the nearest ass
cheek. Kelley unconsciously began squeezing and massaging the cheek, the
round fabric-covered ass. Casey's hand meanwhile dipped further into his
treasure trove, cupping and loving on the tightened ballsack before dipping
further, one finger advancing along the skin beneath and behind the balls,
traveling on until it hit a target, a crinkled, tightened target.

In his initial response, Kelley increased the intensity of the one-handed
butt massage he was giving the boy, moving to the fabric cleft and
venturing down, as if it were trying to break through. Suddenly it came to
him what he was doing. He pulled his hand away and moved himself slightly
back from Casey. Casey took the signal and pulled his hand up, giving the
balls one last loving cup, the dick one last feel. He pulled his hand out
of the boy's shorts, but instead of pulling it complete away he ran it
along the front of Kelley's tummy for a short while, fingers tracing the
rim of the belly button, ever threatening to dip in. He could feel the
tautness of the boy's muscles going from pubis to chest.

"Relax, Kelley," he said as he finally pulled his hand away.

Kelley was already half mesmerized and could only give a slight nod in
response. He resumed his position leaning forward against the rock, partly
to hide his embarrassing erection, partly because some part of him was
saying he had to think about things, it was so vague, though, but he was on
a sort of auto-pilot. And now Casey was so much closer at his side, only a
matter of inches, but a significant difference in degree of body heat, in
sexual proximity, innate sensations that he could not explain were going to
keep that hard-on rock solid. This much he knew. He didn't protest as he
felt Casey's left hand move over and caress his rump. He heard the sharp
intake of breath on the other boy, and could swear he heard a very barely
whispered 'Nice!'

Casey did think Kelley had an incredibly sexy ass. For some reason even
better than those he had seen in the nudey mags that he had viewed, and
occasionally swiped, over at the Finney's. He couldn't explain why, but he
like the more masculine curves, the more boyishness of it. And Kelley did
have a mighty fine round ass. It was full not flat. No longer
pre-pubescent, but still had the lingering richness. It came out from his
backside at the perfect angle to present itself soundly, but without being
obscene.

Casey pulled his hand away and moved away from Kelley. He pulled himself
out of the water and stood up on the rock and stretched. Kelley looked up
and could see the shaft of the boy heavily weighting the wet front of his
trunks, pushing against them as it went off to the side in a fullness that
left no question as to the state of the boy just 6 months older than
him. Casey finished out his stretch, vocally as well as physically, hooked
his thumbs into his trunks and pushed them down. Kelley saw the lively
bounce of the hard dick as it was freed from its constrains and watched the
boy push down the shorts and then step out of them, tossing them to the
side on another part of the rock.

Kelley just watched as Casey sat down on the rock and reached over to get
the tube of sunscreen. The greasy sunscreen. Instead of covering his chest
and back, like his mother may have imagined he would, Casey pushed out a
big glob of the goop onto his fingers and then ran them down his shaft,
liberally coating his hard dick in the greasy substance. He ran it over the
knob, and down to the root, taking care not to grasp hold and jerk off, not
to excite himself too much. He needed no other external stimulation just to
stay hard. He had a look of concentration as he made sure every surface of
his whole dick was covered and coated. Satisfied with this he put a little
extra around the helmet atop the shaft and then finally a little more on
the tip of the bulging head.

Lastly, Kelley watched as the boy scooped out a little extra onto his
finger tips and then screwed the cap back on the tube. The boy looked down
at Kelley and caught his eyes; he sat there for a moment before Kelley
diverted his attention. A sigh could be heard, and Kelley reached under
water and moved like he was pushing something down. He practically went
under water reaching for something and then came back out of it holding a
wet, bunched up swimsuit with water pouring off of it. He looked at Casey
for a second, unsure of why he was holding this, and then plopped the wet
suit up on the rock, higher up before him. He leaned forward again on the
rock, resigned almost. Casey smiled and slid into the water, holding his
right hand up that had the extra greasy sunscreen goop in it. You see,
Casey had done more than just looked at the pictures in those magazines. He
had read the stories as well. He knew what you had to do to go in a
backside - well a woman's at least. He correctly assumed that a boy's was
the same. The boy was a pervert.

A very happy one, though.

Casey eased up behind Kelley and put his right hand underwater, aiming for
and finding the crack in the boy's butt. Kelley tensed up though and his
cheeks pressed together prevented the hand from passing into his crack.

"Relax your butt, Kelley. And lean forward a little more"

Kelley complied. Casey couldn't believe this was really happening. Kelley
was one of the cooler kids of the neighborhood, maybe poorer than most, but
definitely respected, even by the older kids. And here he was bending over
for Casey Harris. Casey knew deeper inside that he was a tagalong, that
people just tolerated him; but here was Kelley Tucker obeying his commands
to bend over and make his butt available for him, Casey Aaron Harris. He
wiped the extra grease on the inside of Kelley's buttocks in the area where
his hole was, and then around and across the hole as well, at least as best
he could underwater. He again felt the cheeks reflex and tightened, but
there was no longer a question as to whether something was going to
happen. Kelley felt the hard dick slap against his left cheek
underwater. Oh crap, this was for real.

"You ready to get fucked, Kelley?"

"Uh. Yeah."  The 'I guess' part didn't come out, just died on the
tongue. There was no guessing what was about to happen to his back end, to
his hole.

"Cool! So, uh, just relax and all."  And Casey felt the weight of his dick
travel around and over the rump to land in Kelley's crack, the head resting
in the depression at the top of his crack. "Are you a virgin?"

"Huh?"

"You ever get fucked before?"

"No! . . . . I mean . . . . .uh, no."

"Well," he started as his dickhead pushed down and pressed into the crack
between the muscle of the two melon rumps. He continued as Kelley felt the
head press against his valley and start traveling downward, the greased
shaft parting his cheeks like a hot rod through semi-soft butter.  "Just
relax, and it wont hurt."  He didn't know, but that's what they said in the
stories.

Kelley felt the head pass down across his hole, pushing down and seemingly
pulling downward against the lower edged of that muscle, and it electrified
him. The movement toward his balls was arrested, he reflexively pushed out
with his anal muscle, just as the dick moved back up slightly and pushed
against the center of his rectal gate. The combination of the two actions
allowed the dick to keep going and slip on into the anal
depression. Kelley's excitement and inner need to push backward allowed the
head of Casey's dick sink in like he was going into pudding, expanding open
the relaxed hole. It was more like a welcoming from Kelley's hole than a
stretching and the head slipped on past and into the rectum itself. The
shaft followed behind as Casey gripped the bent-forward boy's hips and
pressed right on, slowly and without stopping, luxuriating in the warm
velvet of the virgin ass sliding along his hard dick. This was a boy more
popular and better liked than him, and he was the one planting his dick in
this surprisingly receptive glove of heat. That alone was enough to make
him cum, but he had other plans first, and it started with sinking his
whole dick in this boy's butt. From there, they both knew what was going to
happen, and they both knew Kelley no longer had a choice in the matter.

Kelley breathed in slowly as the dick pushed up into him. He concentrated
on pushing his butt out from the inside, like taking a dump, as that seemed
to make the passage easier for him and the invading hard rod. He expected
it to hurt more than it did, though that could be because he was working so
hard to make it easier, and that he was partly in shock that this was
happening to him. He was actually getting fucked by a boy. There was a
boy's dick right now about to bottom out in his ass. It was enough to knock
out the little pain he was having. He just kept pushing his hole to open up
and take the hard cock.

He felt Casey's hands grabbed his hips, and it was at that moment, Kelley
knew who was boss, who was calling the shots, and without a doubt who was
the one getting fucked. And, Kelley knew in his heart, he would be the only
one of the two of them who would be fucked. This wasn't going to be a two
way event, and Kelley also knew in his heart not likely the only time. He
closed his eyes, now with more mixed emotions than before, sighed, and
resigned himself. He rested his forehead on his arms and gave himself up to
Casey, to be taken by him, and used by him. He wished he knew why he had
allowed this, how this had happened.

As for Casey, he wasn't concerned about Kelley's dilemmas, he barely
bottomed out, pushing hard and deep, burying himself so far that Kelley's
buoyant ass cheeks were compressed and Kelley could just sense the hairs
above Casey's dick before Casey was already pulling 2 1/2 inches out.

"Ahhhhhh, ooohhhhh." Kelley moaned out on the outstroke. It was unexpected,
and he was no longer in control of how the dick went in, or out. He never
was, though - that's the name of the game.

The one with the real control grasped the flesh on those hips and pulled
them back as he shoved forward. The water slowed him slightly, but he still
plunged forward with enough force to rack Kelley's bones and insides and
made him change his mind about there not being as much pain as he
thought. Casey mistook his grunts and half cries as evidence that Kelley
was really into this.

"Damn, Kelley, you really liked getting fucked."

Kelley was too embarrassed to correct the boy who was now pounding 3 1/2
inches in and out of his ass, and getting quite quickly to where he would
soon be fully long-dicking him.

"Shit, your so fucking hot. . . . . . . .Your ass . . . . . . . .is
. . . . . . . .so . . . . . . . . awesome. . . . . . . . damn
. . . . . . .I love fucking you . . . . . . . Kelley . . . . . . . I
never. . . . . . . dreamed . . . . .of . . . .. .this." His running
commentary was punctuated by moans, groans, and grunts from both of
them. It was a very noisy first fuck for both of them.

Instead of long-dicking the boy, which probably wouldn't have worked so
well at this angle and in the water, Casey's feelings along his dick, and a
desire to be closer to the boy that had the ass he was enjoying plunging so
much caused him to move inward and cover the back of Kelley with his
front. He actually increased the tempo of his fucking but pulled out
shorter and shorter lengths of shaft.

On the one hand, Kelley started to like part of the stretch and the running
of length of dick over his gate muscle at the edge of his anus. He partly
liked being fucked across that anal opening like an all-round circular
massage from the inside. That is until the in and out sped up, the running
of dick through his anal muscle began to heat up an uncomfortable
friction. Then the increase in tempo brought a relentless, heavy physical
pounding right into his butt and along the bones at the base of his
bottom. It wasn't the asshole taking a beating so much as his actual butt,
at least in relative terms. Still, he figured both would be sore later.

Casey was now gripping him hard, hands up around Kelley's chest and
shoulder, his hips moving like a jackhammer into Kelley's poor bottom,
rocking and jolting the bottom boy so hard that he could barely keep his
place before the boulder.

"NNNNnnngghh. . . . . . . . . . . . . OH . . . . . . . . . . . FUCK
. . . . . . . . . Yeah!!"

Casey was the one screaming out whole words, words of pleasure that were
understatements on the feelings and emotions flowing through Casey's
nerves, brain, pleasure centers, all surging into his body through the
stiff cable of his penis plugged into this hot yielding ass, as well as
flowing through his hands as he grasped the other boy's body, showing his
domination and control, and even through the water that flowed around both
of them. Doing this, dominating another boy in the ultimate way, out in the
open, where anyone could see, added an extra exhilaration to the event, put
a sharper edge on the mounting intensity inside.

Meanwhile, all that came out of Casey's throat was a steady stream of sharp
gasping-for-breaths and groans of an almost perpetual surprise:

"Huh" (like a noise made breathing in sharply) "huh . . . . . . huh
. . . . . huh . . .nnngh . . . . . huh . . .huh . . . . . hu . . .nnngh
.huh . . . . .huh . . .huh . . .huh ...nnghhn . .ooo h hhh . . . .huh
. . . .ahhah . . . nngh . . . huh"

The sound effects were accompanied by Kelley's complex, yet subtle,
squirming to move away from the penetration, made difficult by the
concomitant need to bear down in his behind and make the passage smoother,
coordinate his muscles, his movements, and his anus to make the pumping of
his behind easier to take. For Casey, all it meant was that either the boy
was squirming in pleasure, trying to find a way to intensify it, or he was
trying in some small way to move away from the dickblitz in his
hole. Either way, it didn't matter to what came next, Casey was about to
explode and load the formerly virgin rectum with a few shots of claim. As
far as Casey was concerned this was going to be the heaviest and greatest
orgasm in his young life, and the cum he was about to paint the walls
inside with was no different than shoving a title deed up this 12 year old
ass.

That thought pushed Casey farther up the edge of the knife, the sensations
running, it seemed, from his own ass and directly up Kelley's now broken-in
anal channel and deep into the rectum. The next thrust in caused him to
squeeze hard on the boy's shoulders and yell out, "Aaaaagggggghhhh, FUCK!!"
He squeezed his own cheeks together and propelled a shot of cum deep inside
the other boy. "Kelley!" He backed his dick out two inches and slammed in
again. "You feel ..." He then back out again and gave another last thrust "
. . .my cum?" The last few thrusts were hard motions against the already
compressed cheeks, but didn't involve any real movement out or back in the
ass. They also didn't involve any more cum; the first cum of the day,
barely an hour ago, had used almost all he had.

Still Kelley did feel the first and second spurt rush inside and hit
slightly deeper than the head of the dick inside had pushed or flared
out. How many defining moments could the boy take to realize he had a
sealed fate. The pressure on his anus initially, the first penetration of
the head, the first in and out movements, the first start of the intense
pounding, the grip of the hands of being moved and held in place, the hot
breath on his neck, and now the knowledge, and actual feeling, of semen,
sperm even, being ejaculated into his ass by a dick pushed up through his
asshole. It was liking having somebody bust your cherry seven times in a
row on one go round. Clicks on a humiliation counter, maybe.

Kelley had some time, post-fuck, to ponder this change of his life with a
constant reminder keeping him 'open' to it, as it were. Casey continued
breathing into his neck, relaxing in the afterglow, and keeping his slowly
softening dick plugged into the former cherry. He hardly had any strength
to resist Kelley now, but Kelley seemed to have assumed the subordinate
position fully. Kelley couldn't have explained it to anyone, he couldn't
even fight his way through to think about why he was being like
this. Maybe, a small part that desperately needed a reason, desperately
needed to make sense of this, this small part just whispered to his dimmer
mind in its shock that this was what he needed to get him ready to accept
what had to be done to get that job. In actuality, he was using
Casey. That's it. A nice theory; he would never be too sure of how
applicable, though.

Casey leaned his body against Kelley, "Did you feel me shoot inside you,
Kelley?"

It was so strange, starting a conversation with a boy that still had his
dick buried inside you. "Uh, yeah. I kind of felt it."

"It was awesome, I bet."

"Well, it was definitely weird, sort of."

"I bet you'd love to feel a whole load shot up there."

"Uh . . . ."

"I'll save up before the next time, and you can see what it feels like to
have a bunch of cum in your ass. Cool?"

"Uh. . . . .Yeah, sure." It was a statement without emotion, just simply
stated with a defeated acceptance of the natural order of things.

"Yeah, I'd like to feel it on this side, you know, feel myself shooting a
huge spurt, one right after the other and keep going, all the time deep in
your ass."

Kelley's eyes widened suddenly, not because he had just agreed to a next
time, or that he had somewhere in the back of his mind already worked out
that that was going to happen and that he would probably let it, but no,
what widened his eyes was the feeling of something growing. His poor
battered hole was stretching again, and he could feel something progressing
up his rectum, pushing his walls apart. Casey was growing hard again!!

"You feel that?"

"Yeah, Casey . . . . uh . . . .I don't . . . "

"Don't worry, Kelley. I'm not going to fuck you again. Part of my dick must
want to, but most of it needs a break." Casey leaned back and looked down
between them, wishing he could get a clearer picture of the penetration
site. He clearly felt somekind of ownership of Kelley's hole, butt, and
rectum.  "I'm just enjoying sitting inside you right now. Kelley, dude,
your butt's made for this."

This was one of those trigger points that helped Kelley snap back to
reality. What the hell was he doing? He had to do some damage control and
end this, get a few things straight, but just as he opened his mouth to
start putting things straight, starting with Casey getting his dick out of
his ass, both boys heard voices coming down the path.

"Shit!" They both said, for different reasons of not wanting to be
interrupted at this moment, obviously.

"Aaahaaahhaah." Kelley cried out as the dick was pulled back from his ass.

"Quiet, Kelley, they'll hear you." Casey hopped out on to the rock, his
dick still hard and glistening slightly from the remainder of the
sunscreen, though Kelley was pretty sure almost the entire portion was
either up his hole or still coating the outside of it. Then a new fear
struck him as Casey slipped on his own suit. If he got out to put his suit
on, the boys coming down the path, partly in view already, would see he had
grease on his ass, right around where his hole was inside his cheeks. Just
as the boys came off the path, Kelley jerked his trunks from the top of the
rock to put them on underwater.

The boys actually saw this and misunderstood his actions.

"Hey guys," Steven Upshaw called out to them, "don't worry, there's no
girls."

"Yeah, we're getting naked, anyway, so don't worry about dressing." Dustin
Cannon said with a laugh. And true to his word, he started stripping down
without a care, and was joined silently, though a little more methodically,
by the third boy in their group, Cal Brewer. The three boys were all within
a year of Kelley: Steven had just turned 13 a month ago, Cal would be 13 in
three months, and Dustin was about a half a year older than Kelley and just
a month younger than Casey.

The three boys didn't give much regard to Casey, just giving him a nod of
the head when he said he had to go. Cal and Dustin even lived in the same
neighborhood as Casey, as far as neighborhoods within Indian Spring go, and
Steven lived just through the woods past the McEwan house, but you could
tell from the boys' demeanor that there wasn't much interaction between
them and Casey on a daily, or possibly even monthly, basis. And Cal even
lived just two doors down from the Harris', just on the other side of the
Finney's, in fact.

Kelley asked him about it after Casey had gone. The two boys were sitting
naked on a submerged rock off to the side as Dustin and Steven tried to
best each other in feats of daring. They tried to get Cal and Kelley to
join, but Cal was saying no for some reason, and though Kelley had a very
significant reason, he lied and told them that he had fallen earlier from
the rope swing while he was still over the bank. He said he had landed on
his butt and it still hurt. Now it's generally hilarious to see someone
fall off too soon, but the boys felt deprived of having seen this sight; so
Kelley made up a likely scenario for them and they all had a good
laugh. Dustin and Steven then left the other two to their
conversation. Kelley didn't have to worry about telling Casey about the
story he made up, as he knew these kids would never talk to the boy about
it anyway.

On that note, he asked Cal, "So, what's up between you guys and Casey?"

"Nothing, why?"

"Well, because none of you really said anything to him."

"Oh." Cal paused as if gathering his answer, though his demeanor seemed to
suggest any answer was irrelevant, as was possibly the question. "He's
just, well . . . . . . .I don't know."

And that's as far as the topic went. They began talking about some other
things, like school, the neighborhood, what they were doing the rest of
summer, their little brothers and what a pain they could be.

"Except Ethan seems pretty cool," Cal offered.

"Yeah, well Ben doesn't seem too bad either, but then I don't live with
him. Ethan can be . . . .well, I guess sometimes a pest. I don't know,
maybe he isn't too bad."  In truth, Kelley still had bigger things on his
mind, and felt like he still had bigger things in his behind. Either way it
was more than enough than to worry too much about his little brother.

Still, Cal seemed to think Ethan was cool enough, for some reason. "I like
it when Ethan spends the night over with Ben."

Any other time, Kelley may have thought this a strange sentiment from
another kid his age, especially a slightly older one, but right now he just
felt he needed to go home again. His life wasn't taking the right turns
recently. Well, to tell the truth, he thought it was a strange sentiment
right now, but he more just wanted to go home and take a break from other
people for a few hours. Or maybe a whole night's sleep.

Casey got up to go over to the creek embankment as Dustin came over to Cal.

"What were you two talking about just now," Dustin asked his friend.

"We were talking about our little brothers," Cal said.

"Oh really," Dustin raised his eyebrows over this. "So this involve Ethan
hanging out in his tighty whities around your house?"

"Shut the fuck up, Dustin."

But Kelley didn't hear them. He could even still feel the greasy cheeks
sliding together where Casey's hard dick had penetrated through earlier. It
still felt as though he were partly stuffed. He realized that he was still
carrying his swim trunks and the other two boys could see his behind, and
maybe they would see the patch on his butt that showed where he had been
fucked. He hurried across the channel to the embankment and began putting
on his suit, facing them.

"Nice butt, you bending over for me?" Kelley heard behind him and felt a
slap on his cheeks. He spun around and tugged his suit up frantically to
see Peter Ford and Adam Nesbitt standing there, dropping there towels. Adam
laughed at Peter's joke, but started pulling his t-shirt off to get in the
water.

"What?" Kelley said defensively, while still tugging his suit in different
areas to get it all straight. "No, I was just going home."

"Easy, Tucker, I was just kidding." Peter rubbed his hands together and
frowned at them slightly. "Still, you been taking it up the ass? It's kind
of greasy."

"No! . .uh . . . I . . . . uh . . . . dry. . .um, skin."

"Yeah whatever," Peter wasn't interested in any details. He reached down
and picked up the shirt Adam had just discarded and wiped his hand on
it. He and Adam lived next door to each other nearby to the swimming hole,
in fact just a little bit down from the Whitman's, going toward
Extension. The Ford house was always one of the more heavily decorated
around Christmas time, and they also, together with the Nesbitt's had run a
small haunted house and graveyard for the community the last five
Halloweens. Kelley had always liked the two families, and he relaxed.

"Sorry, Peter," he said, continuing in his lie. "Rode my bike a little too
much a couple days ago when I . . . "

Peter held up his hand to stop him, "Tucker, dude, way too much
information. If you see my little brother and Batboy up there, tell them to
hurry the fuck up and to quit fartin around with Katie, she's not gonna
dump Connor for their scrawny bodies."

Kelley gave a small laugh. "OK, Peter, I will. See you guys," he yelled to
the other boys that were still listening.

He left to a chorus of "See ya Tucker", "Bye Tucker", and "Later dude" from
the various boys and saw one last image he found curious. Adam had just
shucked his shorts and underwear when he turned to leave, and he couldn't
resist looking down the brownish, slightly blond haired boy's pale skin to
his totally bald genitals. Now Adam was taller and a year and a half older
than Kelley, but still no hair. 'Interesting' Kelley thought. 'No hair on
his nuts or his dick. And his nuts aren't real crinkly like mine either,
but I guess they still look a little bigger.'

He found his bike in the clearing, along with several others, picked it up
and started to get on it and changed his mind. Maybe he would just walk
it. No that would look suspicious. He should ride his bike like nothing
unusual has happened. He threw his leg up over the bike and thought again
that he really should just walk it. But walking didn't feel all that much
more comfortable, and it would take longer. So he might as well ride it. He
got back on the bike and sat down. Ow !! He shot out of his seat. OK, so no
sitting down. He would just have to ride standing up. Suddenly the way back
to his house was a lot longer.

As he came back out on the road and passed the Radcliffs on the left, he
saw at the corner two boys and a girl talking. The blonder of the two boys,
and the taller and skinnier, was Chris Ford, who hated being called Peter's
little brother. He was only an inch shorter and ten months younger; he felt
the designation was just a way for Peter to make him always sound like a
little boy. The other boy, the happy go-lucky looking all-American kid who
could have been a friend to the Beaver, well the puberty Leave it to
Beaver, was Jamie Benson, AKA Batboy.

Jamie was the unexpected arrival to the Benson family 13 years ago, back
when they thought Greg, Howell, and Frankie were the only children they
were going to have. Frankie didn't mind so much when Jamie came along. At
eight years of age, he had been tired of being the baby of the bunch for
quite awhile. The three boys loved having a kid brother, too; so Jamie's
life had been a pretty happy and idyllic one. He was just a little accident
prone, from time to time is all. His nickname came from one of those
accidents, actually. During Frankie's 13th year, the baseball team he was
on decided Jamie could be the batboy. Jamie was very happy, and very
proud. He went out on to the field to retrieve the first bat at his first
game and waved at the stands as he ran out - big smile on his face. He was
so happy, that he didn't even watch where he was running, and he tripped
right over the bat.

Frankie rushed out of the dugout to see if his little brother was OK, but
the little boy popped back up, maybe a little sheepish, but with the big
smile still on. He gave another wave to the audience who all laughed and
cheered. Frankie brushed his little brother off, picked up the bat himself
and took his brother by the hand back to the dugout. Jamie learned quickly
after that, but there was no lack of accidental comic relief from the kid
that season, so that even eight years later, he was still referred to from
time to time as the Batboy.

The third person in this group at the corner was Katie Whitman, Connor's
young girlfriend. She, Chris, and Jamie had grown up together in that
little tucked away section of Indian Spring. They ran around through the
woods, went skinny dipping in the creek, played house, played doctor, you
name it. The three had been the Three Musketeers of the neighborhood until
Jamie's 11th birthday party, when the three of them were caught playing
doctor one last time by Mrs Whitman. Now Mrs. Whitman was fairly liberal
minded, as people in Indian Spring tended to be, but what she may have
thought was cute when all three were 7 or 8, was more of a troublesome
thought as the boys approached puberty so closely. While it was all still
innocent, she began to put an end to the threesome, encouraging Katie to
spend more time with Carrie Gaston and with some of the Cormack's girl
cousins, not knowing this would bring her daughter much more close to the
Cormack clan in general and to the strong, handsome, and sweet-tongued
Casey Cormack in particular.

If she could have seen her daughter last night. Whew! She would have
stroked. For that matter, the boys too would have fainted if they even
knew, much less seen that bigger dick of Connor's stretching out the pussy
that they believed they were the last to see. Both boys would very much
like another doctor session with Katie. Their feelings for her had begun
shifting two years ago as their balls dropped and her breasts grew out, and
their intimate access was blocked. They would surely love to see her now,
but much of that earlier camaraderie had been replaced with a typical
adolescent awkwardness. And Peter was right, they didn't have a chance
while Connor was in the picture.

As Kelley rode past he yelled out, "Hey Katie! Hey guys, Peter's looking
for you two."

"Hey Tucker!" He heard Katie call out sweetly. Chris just gave a nod of
acknowledgement, and Jamie followed the kid with a smile before giving a
delayed wave. Kelley was already oblivious to them, though. He passed up
the Whitman house and sped on across the bridge, his sore ass already
thinking, 'enough already'. He wasn't totally sure when he would be up for
sitting again.



Coming soon: Further tails of Kelley, Nathan, and Joey. But which side of
the tail will Joey Vargas be on?

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