Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2006 00:37:00 +0100
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring

Introduction and Chapter 01

Monday,   12 June 1995
11:15 am

Sweetwater and Coolspring were two of the wealthier subdivisions in town,
functioning in many respects as separate bedroom communities. They had
their own independent school districts for one thing; though to convince
the state to allow this, they had to incorporate a few rural schools into
their respective high schools. This was done grudgingly as the homeowners
were keen to maintain a separate socioeconomic level, even down to the
schools. So the subdivision, or "Village" of Sweetwater took a few students
from north and west of themselves and Coolspring took in some from the
north and east of their "Village".

What was most fought over, however, was who would take, or get, the area in
between. It was this area, ironically, that was responsible for the names
Sweetwater and Coolspring, and indeed was even partly the reason for the
development of the area. For in between the two large subdivisions was a
State Park, or the tip of one that extended farther north along a stream
that began its flow from an artesian spring, simply called the Indian
Spring. It welled up out of the ground and flowed away from the city,
almost as if it had disdain for the urban center. For many years people had
avoided it out of superstitions, so that the city was initially built on
the other side of the water divide, though still relatively near.

The creek that began from the spring was called the Crazy Indian. It was a
black water creek, which meant it was slow moving, and it had cut a very
convoluted course over the centuries of its legend. It was called by native
tribes as the Drunken Brave, but more formerly as the Tears of the Weeping
Squaw of the Brave Who Did Not Return. It was said that a woman waited in
moonlight for her recently mated brave to return from a raid, but that he
did not return. The young Indian Woman cried for so long that her tears
washed away even their own saltiness and bitterness and from thence flowed
only sweet. The woman never left, and one day the moon took pity on her and
made her one with the Earth. But she was so sorrowful that even then her
tears did not stop flowing. They continued to flow and became a stream. It
was a very nice legend, and the water was indeed cool and sweet, thus
influencing the developers' and village planners' decisions to name the new
villages Sweetwater and Coolspring.

Each had initially tried to incorporate parts of the area, particularly the
borders, into their own designs for a larger Indian Spring Village. But the
State resisted them, and a few legal riders on the ownership of those areas
made that impractical. Much of the private land that dotted the state park
and took up the border areas were on a 99 year lease to timber companies at
1 dollar a year per acre. The timber companies had not used their rights to
the area in over 35 years, but it was a cheap lease to hold and at the end
of the term (in another 27 years) the land reverted back to the state, and
so could not be sold. The rest of the holdings were privately owned
homesteads. These could be sold, but by law the state got first option and
could set the price as well. That effectively meant those properties were
also eventually going back to the state, but they could be willed to
another family member that also lived on the property. It was this way that
the homes stayed in private hands.

Now, the fight in question, since the developers couldn't control the area
and couldn't tax the homeowners there, was simply who was going to provide
the educational services to the homeowners in Indian Spring. It was no
longer feasible for them to be part of the county system, since they were
no longer contiguous with it. You would think that each development would
try to pawn off the non-taxable kids to the city to service their
education, but there was a matter of prestige involved. The educational
services were about the only thing concerning Indian Spring that either
Village could actually control. So the fight was to be able to provide
those services. Eventually Sweetwater won out, and it became known through
the city - the newspapers having covered the legislative fight in an
otherwise boring news summer - that Indian Spring was part of the
Sweetwater Independent School District. It was a bitter defeat for
Coolspring, only deepening the animosity of the respective leaders.

As to which wealthy subdivision got them didn't really matter for kids like
Nathan and Tucker (Kelley Tucker) as they hung out at the Tucker
house. They were in Kelley's bedroom, Nathan sitting at his friend's desk
and Kelley laying on his own bed, lazily tossing a ball up toward the
ceiling and catching it coming back down. What mattered to them would
matter the same either place they went. They were in middle school now, and
the money divide was much more noticeable. They didn't live in poverty, but
like many of the homeowners in Indian Spring, their parents were constantly
strapped for cash. Indeed, each boy's room had the barest essentials, with
no decoration. It was a no-nonsense spending operation when their families
went shopping. They only got what they needed. The boys had some nice
clothes, but they were Wal-Mart clothes. The same for bikes, toys, and even
haircuts. Just the frugal necessities.

It wasn't a bad way to grow up, and in fact their families were much
happier than most. But the differences became acute when mixed with
Sweetwater boys that had the latest video gaming equipment, designer boxers
that you could see in PE, professional style mountain bikes, name brand
snacks, and hip haircuts, just to name a few of the many little differences
that added up. If only there was a way that the two boys could even partly
keep up, they would take it. This was the focus of their almost ad hoc
brainstorm that afternoon. They needed money to keep up, that much any 12
year old can figure out. Being good at sports, keeping low profiles, making
the right friends, doing more outside with what nature can offer - these
are all good cost cutting options to leveling the slope, but ultimately
nothing worked better than expendable pocket change.

"Maybe our parents will give us spending money."

"Neither one of us get allowances now, though; and I don't think that's
going to change."  Kelley (Tucker) responded to Nathan giving the rubber
super ball another lazy toss up toward the ceiling.

"We gotta have some money to spend. We ain't ever going to be asked to do
anything with anybody if we go around poor all the time."

"We are poor all the time"

"We ain't poor."

"We AREN'T poor. Don't talk like a redneck."

"Fuck off Tucker."  He wasn't really mad, but he was also aware that the
other kids did talk more proper than him. He didn't like being reminded by
his best friend, still he had fun with his answer and a few seconds of
silence later just said "Tucker Fucker".

Tucker laughed at this but continued tossing the ball without pause. "So
what are we going to do?"

"I don't know. What can we do?"

"Nothing." The answer was a lazy matter of fact as Kelley continued tossing
the ball up. He wasn't dejected, just didn't have any ideas and didn't see
any.

"Hey Tuck, why don't we get jobs?"

"Hey Fuck, why don't we rob a bank? It's just as likely we can rob a bank
as anybody's going to give us jobs. Nobody will hire us until we're 15 at
least. And when do you turn 15?"

"2 years."

"And?"

"Eleven months."

"Great idea, Nate. That means I'll be one month richer than you when you
get your job 2 years and 11 months from now."

"We don't have to get real jobs."

"We can get imaginary ones?"

"No Fucker, we can mow grass or something like that. We still got a lot of
summer left."

"Where are we going to mow grass?"

"Sweetwater or Coolspring, stupid. They got some big yards at some of those
houses."

"They also have big trailers with real lawnmowers, weeders, edgers, rakes
and Mexicans that come and do their lawns for them. They don't want some
skinny ass white kids with a push mower doing their yards."

"I guess." Nathan was more dejected than Tucker. At least he was showing it
more. He threw his head back over the chair and stared up at the ceiling
thinking some more. "Hey Tucker!" Nathan sat back up straight with a smile
and a gleam in his eye and an idea "I know. We can ask those other yard
guys if we can work with them."

"With the Mexicans? We don't speak Spanish."

"Look who's being a redneck, now. They aren't all Mexicans. Lots of them
are just Mexican-American or something. And they probably speak both
Spanish and English."

Tucker just shrugged his shoulders, which is hard to do when you are lying
down and tossing a ball above you, but Nathan saw it easy enough.

"We can at least try, Tuck."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Do you want some money or not. Or do you just not care?"

"Yeah I want some. We NEED some, I know. I just don't think those guys are
going to give us jobs."

"Well do you got any ideas?"

Tucker just kept throwing the ball, thinking. It was awhile in silence with
Tucker thinking and Nathan looking at Tucker. Tucker was actually thinking
about how to get money, but Nathan was starting to just think about
Tucker. He looked at his best friend lying there dressed, for some reason,
in jeans, even though it was middle of June. He was wearing jeans and a
plain white T-shirt, while Nathan had on loose fitting running shorts and
boxers with a Yankees T-shirt on. Nathan continued looking up and down at
his friend stopping for a longer period of time at the crotch, wondering if
some of that roll in the jeans was just because that's how Levi's were, or
if some of it was because Tucker had grown since he saw him last year.

The two boys, along with many others in Indian Spring, a couple from
Sweetwater, and every now and then somebody from Coolspring, would skinny
dip downstream in the State Park where there was a rope swing over a
particularly deep section. So seeing naked boys was nothing new to either
one of them. Last year was a little different because Nathan realized fully
for the first time that he really liked looking at the other boys naked,
especially the ones who already had hair and thus bigger dicks, or the ones
who were just getting or about to get hair and had swollen scrotums
already, bigger balls than either he or Tucker had then. It was the first
sign of puberty, something he figured out on his own, just from looking,
and was the point where he was in life at that moment, though still without
any hair. His balls were getting bigger, but no sign of any hair to
come. He was wondering if Tucker was still at his level of development, or
if maybe he had passed him up. He just kept staring at that jeans covered
crotch wondering if underneath there were bigger balls than his, a thicker
dick, or maybe even some hair.

"Hey Nathan." Nathan looked up sharply, already turning a deep red from
getting caught staring and thinking of an excuse, such as he didn't realize
where he was looking; but Tucker wasn't looking at him and so didn't see
his consternation. He was still staring at the ceiling and began letting
Nathan in on his thoughts.  "You ever go downtown and see all the ladies
hanging around on the corner?"

"You want us to be hookers?"

"No stupid. I mean they're out there doing a job that nobody else wants to
do but people want done enough to give them money. Maybe there's something
like that we can do. Dirty or disgusting work that nobody else wants to
do. Or hard work, or boring work, or something."

"And have everybody laugh at us at school."

"No we would just work in Coolspring. Nobody from Sweetwater, or even
around here, would know."

"I liked it better when I thought you were gonna say we could be
prostitutes. You know, provide our services to the stay-at-home moms of
Coolspring. We could be real Mother Fuckers."

Tucker laugh hard enough at this one that he had to quit throwing the
ball. When he finally quit he just looked over at Nathan and said "You
wouldn't make much money; your dick's still too little. Not too many
housewives are going to fool with you."

"You don't know how big my dick is; I've grown a lot since last year."

"Dude, your dick is smaller than mine and you still don't have hair on your
balls. I could see straight up your pants for like the last half hour."

Nathan was embarrassed on hearing this and immediately pressed his hand
down his thigh sealing off any gaps between shorts and skin.

"Too late," Kelley said as he rolled back onto his back.  "I've already
seen it enough I could draw pictures of it."

"Well, let me see yours."

"No. I wasn't being indecent like you. That's your fault." Tucker went back
to tossing the ball in the air.

Neither boy said anything for a short while, until Nathan started back up
the conversation meekly, "Hey, Tucker, have you got hairs already?"

"Of course."

"On your balls?"

"Nah. Just a little over my dick. But my dick's bigger than last
year. Mostly thicker I think." He was still concentrating more on the ball
he was tossing up to the ceiling.

Nathan waited a moment and then quietly said, "Tucker, let me see."

Instead of saying anything or arguing, Kelley just quit tossing the ball,
catching it and setting it to his side, and reached down to unbutton his
jeans. Without even sitting up, Kelley began undoing his jeans and just a
bit of his zipper and unceremoniously pushed the front of his jeans
down. He pushed both jeans and underwear down to where soft honey brown
hairs grew in a small patch above the thick root of his penis that still
continued onward into his underwear and Levi's.

At the same time as he pushed down the denim and cotton to reveal the
recent growth of puberty and incipient manhood to his friend, he pushed the
hem of his shirt up with his left hand showing off the slightly taut
stomach muscles of the tan growing boy's abdomen and looked casually over
to his friend as if to invite Nathan to have a good look. Despite Nathan's
surprisingly intense desire to see this patch of hair and to make what he
could of the other boy's penis from just that tantalizing first half-inch,
he now realized his eyes wanted to travel upward and soak in the belly. As
he did so, he wanted now to touch it, to run his hands along it.

Looking up further into Kelley's eyes, he felt less afraid of doing so as
his friend clearly did not mind and more or less expected Nathan to get his
worth out of the view. Nathan got up out of the chair and walked over to
Kelley, who continued to hold his clothes open for Nathan's growing
pleasure. Kelley took a look at the other's loose shorts and noted with a
smirk that Nathan did indeed have a growing pleasure. He didn't say
anything though, but gave a start as he felt Nathan's hand on his stomach.

"Sorry," Nathan pulled back a little. "Are my hands cold?"

Probably not the smartest question in the middle of summer, but neither boy
really noticed, and Kelley just said, "No, I, uh, just wasn't expecting
it."

Nathan put his hand back with a warm even pressure.  "Is it OK, then?"

"Yeah, Nate."  Kelley watched as his friend almost caressed his stomach
with his right hand.  "It feels nice, even."

Their eyes met briefly and Nathan responded, "Cool", before returning his
attention to the smooth tanned skin below, marveling in its silkiness, but
with a tense musculature contrasting to the soft belly. Kelley laid his
head back and looked up at the ceiling enjoying the feel of his best
friend's hand on his body. For him, it was not a sexual charge, however,
but a relaxing comfort that he felt spread throughout his body. The
relaxation deepened as he felt the thumb just crest the inner side of his
belly button before the hand glided, massaging as it went, over to his
right flank and then back across the whole of his lower belly.

The hand then slid up under his shirt and passed over the right nipple. The
relaxation peaked a little to an excitation as Nathan's fingers lightly
touched over the nipple and then back again. The fingers softly teased the
hardening flesh, each boy reveling in a new feeling. Kelley realizing for
the first time how nice it felt having his nipples manipulated, and Nathan
realizing first hand what a girl's (or boy's) tit feels like when he sees
them hard sometimes on movies in wet shirts or bikinis. It was a
fascinating feel to him, one that he suddenly, and somewhat disturbingly to
him, wanted to feel on some other boys. He thought about this briefly as he
continued playing with the nipple and chest area, but now moving his left
hand down to Kelley's crotch and running his fingers across the root and
through those few soft hairs.

Nathan then began moving his right hand back down, and Kelley felt it
almost cupping his pelvic hip before coming to rest just above his pubic
area. For Nathan there was just one incredible texture after another, but
the remainder of the penis that was just partially showing and largely
hidden had peaked his remaining interest higher so that he wouldn't feel
satisfied without seeing more. He continued playing with his best friend's
pubertal hairs, trying to work up the courage to ask to see more. Before he
could ask, however, Kelley's hands suddenly shifted.

As Nathan figured the show was over, he watched as Kelley's thumbs came
down into the waistband of his blue boxers and Levi's, then moving away to
the sides and underneath as his friend's midsection rose up and jeans and
underwear both were pushed down below his buttocks. This was rapidly
followed by the front being pushed down more; and Kelley settled back,
moving his left hand up under his shirt and playing with his other nipple
casually. With his right arm by his side he looked up once more before
slowly closing his eyes.

"Go ahead, Nate", a duskier and quiet voice was heard.  "Let me know when
you're done looking."

Nathan was pretty sure that looking, in this instance, implied touching,
and his shorts were no longer tenting out, but up. Kelley, however, was not
yet fully hard. He was, though, very relaxed, and, as such, his penis was
somewhat engorged but laying out over his left thigh. It looked huge
relative to Nathan's memory of his own from last year, and he was wondering
just how much faster Kelley could be growing. In reality Kelley was a only
little bit ahead of most 12 year olds with his hair, and ahead of at least
half or more with his dick. It wasn't spectacularly large, really, but it
was a little thicker than average for his age, and probably much thicker
for a slightly younger kid with little experience in dicks. Nathan went
back to caressing the silken honey brown hairs, the small area that there
was. He then swept his hand down the right thigh and up under the compact,
but certainly larger than his own, scrotum. He cupped this and then began
reveling in this new texture and feel.

He heard Kelley's breathing deepen and then even out to slow relaxed
breaths. As the right hand now moved up to grasp and investigate the penis,
the left hand now cupped and fondled the balls. Kelley's breathing was
even, except for a couple of punctuated sharper intakes, but even at this
point he wasn't getting overtly sexually excited. His penis did not grow
rapidly, and he did not, nor had he ever, actually, envision any sexual
activity or interest between himself and Nathan (or any other boy for that
matter). Nathan was clearly interested in investigating a boy, even if it
was his best friend. Any weirdness was more than offset by the excitement
of an opportunity of which he would never have dreamed. For Kelley, there
was strangely nothing weird about it for him. He had never done this or
even thought about it.

There really wasn't much to think about. He had made a decision to let
Nathan see, and then to touch, the changes in his body that a year's
development had wrought. The feelings he now had were closer to just
getting a massage. True, he was sexually enjoying the intimacy, but it was
just someone getting a good sensuous feel of his private parts. Maybe it
was not what a normal boy would think, but Kelley had separated the
feelings from the experience. It honestly had not occurred to him to feel
odd or awkward about it.

Eventually Nathan pulled his hands back (though his eyes were still glued
to the young burgeoning of adolescence below him). Kelley was sorry to see,
or rather feel, the end of it; though with out covering up he sat up on his
left elbow and looked at Nathan with a sly grin and said.

"Well, you certainly enjoyed that."  It was clearly evident by the hard and
throbbing mountain coming from his crotch in those loose shorts.

"Yeah, well, so did you." Nathan pointed to Kelley's finally growing
boyhood, struggling its way to manhood. "Wow, Tucker, your like an inch or
more bigger than me."

Kelley grasped his own member and jacked it a couple more strokes to a full
hard on. He then lay back down and said, "Let's see yours Nate."

"I thought you said you seen it enough to have it memorized."

"Shut up, Nate. Just take your shorts off, and let's see them closer
together."

Nate didn't argue with this. In one swipe he pulled both the Umbros and his
loose boxers down to his ankles and began stepping out of them. He was then
standing by the side of the bed slowly jacking his own stiff rod. For good
measure he slipped his shirt off as well, so that now he was only dressed
in his socks. He looked back down at Kelley and, this time without asking
his friend anything, crawled up on the bed and positioned himself on either
side of Kelley's legs. Kelley just watched without saying anything as Paul
slowly lowered himself down, crotch to crotch, until his nuts were resting
on top of Kelley's and their dicks were more or less lined up. Kelley now
pulled his hand back and put his arms behind his head as he watched Nathan
grasp both stiff poles and examine and rub them together.

Kelley did think this behavior was a little odd, but still didn't say
anything, almost amused that Nathan seemed to be enjoying it this much. And
Nathan very much was. He didn't realize fully until they had started this
exploration just how interested he was in the male anatomy, even more so of
another boy's anatomy than his own. He was surprised also at how turned on
he was by this, but at the moment still too turned on to let the
consequences and learned associations of such behaviors taint his enjoyment
of the moment. It was a realization hitting an outside window pane, a
realization that would keep him up a few nights over the next few weeks and
cause him some minimal guilt later, but for now he was getting to play with
another boy's penis and nuts; and he was very happy about it.

He continued a little longer, himself hard as a rock, but really only
barely keeping Kelley going. The physical stimulation and proximity of
another person were enough to get Kelley sexually excited, and perhaps even
the novelty of playing around with another boy and feeling that boy's nuts
right up against his own could probably make him cum shortly. Still it was
just a novel experience and no pathway opening up for Kelley. He was
neither repulsed by this nor turned on for a desire of more. He was,
however, now thinking about cum. He had been able to do this for a while
and noticed that it was getting thicker and whiter over the last month or
two. He mostly did it in the shower and didn't really see it very well as
he aimed for the drain when the shooting started. But he did it often
enough on his bed, like this, on his back shooting up onto his
stomach. It's actually what the box of Kleenex on the back of the headboard
(currently where his feet were) was for.

As he thought about this, he began concentrating on the feel of the weight
of Nathan's two nuts in their sack pressed up against his own - both boys
having by now drawn-up scrotums that pressed into each other like two water
balloons might. He knew that sperm was made in his nuts, and that these two
cum factories would be churning out a load he could soon be shooting out
onto his chest for Nathan to see. He was pretty sure Nathan would like that
too. What he didn't know was if Nathan's factories were at work also. Could
Nathan come? Did he know what it was or where it came from or why? He
wasn't sure if Nathan's dad would have had the same talk that he and his
dad had had two years ago and then again two months ago, just to be sure he
got it.

Nathan wasn't thinking about cum; he was just enjoying this unbelievable
opportunity to play at will with another boy's private parts. Still, his
attention turned to this when he heard Kelley ask, "Hey Nate, can you cum
yet?"

"Um, I can squirt some stuff, but it doesn't look like what this book said
it should."

"You mean it's clear, not white."

"Yeah."

"Oh. That's OK. It gets whiter when your balls start making sperm."

"You mean in here?" To punctuate his remark, Nathan made a feel of his
tightened ballsack, inadvertently making a feel of Kelley's as well.

"Ohh."  Something between a moan and a sigh came out of Kelley's
mouth. "Uh, yeah. There. Uh, I think I'm about to make some if you want to
see."

"Cool. Yeah, I wanna see." Nathan began slowly and just quietly said.
"Take your shirt off, Kelly, please."  Kelly did and laid back down the way
he was. With that Nathan began jacking Kelley in earnest. Kelley remained
in a passive position with his arms still back up above his head, but was
now actively moving his hips slightly to thrust in and out with Nathan's
hand, and moaning his enjoyment out loud.

"Oh man, Nate....That.....feels so....different......than.......just
me...doing it." Nate continued a bit more to the choruses of "Oh man" and
"Oh yeah" coming from Kelley, until he finally heard, "Oh crap Nate. ..It's
coming....uunnggahh."

Nathan felt the expansion in the hot and hard flesh in his grasp and
watched in excitement as a shot fired out the flared and darker head
landing close to his friend's neck. The next expulsion was thicker and
landed in a plop of whitish cream smack in the middle of the boy's chest
and stomach. The next two came out only a short distance to land on the
left side of the boy's belly, a little below the navel.

Nathan took some of the continuing ooze into his right hand and began
jacking his own, relishing both the sight of the spent boy just laying
placidly and cooperatively beneath him and the feel of the ever-so-slightly
older but better developed balls laying under his own. With Kelley's cum
lubing his own dick, it wasn't long until Nathan also was in the throes of
ecstasy, albeit a quieter more hushed and heavy breathing one. He leaned
forward and began shooting his clear fluid onto Kelley's already
cum-splattered front. He was breathing heavy, and his face now not far from
Kelly's.

"Wow! That so intense!"  Nathan breathed out heavily. He stayed where he
was since Kelley wasn't saying anything and looked down a little more at
his best friend. He could see a couple of hairs sprouting underneath his
friend's arms, though still very lightly colored and very few.

"Hey Kelley, you got hairs under your arms, too."

"Yeah I know. I saw them last week. Are you done?"

Nathan smiled and said "Yeah. Think so."

"Well get off so we can clean up. Get those Kleenex from at the other end."

"Ok. I just wanna try one more thing. Don't get grossed out though."

"What do you want to - " A sharp intake completed the sentence and then
followed with: "Fuck Nate, what are you doing? That's gross."

Nathan had moved down quickly to the puddle of cum on his friend's belly
and put his mouth over it, slurping up the cum and sucking on the belly
some as well. He then looked up at Kelley and semi-shrugged: "Sorry, I just
wanted to know what it tasted like. I don't know why - I just did."

Kelley just looked at him his face frozen somewhere between wonder, horror,
and shock.

"It tasted kinda weird. I'm not so sure about it. Felt weird in my mouth
more than anything." He then added with a smile, "but your stomach tasted
good."

"Well why don't you just suck on my balls if you like it that much. That's
where it's made."

It was more of an idle comment made when coming out of shock, sort of a
backhanded comment; but the response Kelley got was an impish smile from
Nathan who dove down and took one of Kelley's balls in his mouth. He then
mouthed over and began sucking on the whole of his friend's scrotum. Again
Kelley was in shock, but his automatic response, which surprised even him,
was one hand shot down and grabbed the back of Nathan's head and gently
pushed him down onto his balls. His penis, unbelievably, began rising
again, and the same feelings began rising up from within him. He leaned
back and starting to moan again, he put both hands into the soft dirty
blond hair of his best friend. He began caressing the back of the boy's
head but at the same time pushing him into his crotch. He even raised his
knees up on either side of Nathan's body giving him extra leverage on
keeping his friend on target.

What Kelley was wanting to say, and fighting himself not too, he didn't
need to actually say. On his own, Nathan moved upward, having thoroughly
enjoyed having the very center of a boy's being, and even that of his best
friend, in his mouth, he now had a stronger desire to take in the growing
boyhood just above. He moved up, only briefly stopping to mouth the dick's
underside, before taking in the head of Kelley's crowning virtue. He
swirled his tongue around the sponginess, delighted, but still amazed, to
find his mouth watering at the feel of the larger head. It wasn't a huge
head but certainly bigger than his own. The dick itself really didn't have
flavor so much as excitement. Here he was, just barely 12, and a piece of
another boy was inside part of him - and he was sucking it!!

It was so forbidden, so unspoken, he couldn't understand why he wanted it
so much, but as he swirled his tongue around he kept producing saliva so
that he slurped down another inch, partly just to get what was leaking
out. It was then that erratic breathing pattern of his friend switched to
an active vocal moaning.

Kelley had been in ecstasy with the feel of his friend's hot and wet mouth
sliding over the heightened sensitivity of his knob. He couldn't even
breathe regularly; this felt incredible. He wasn't thinking about what was
going on exactly or what any of it meant; the feelings were just driving
him too crazy. He almost couldn't take any more of the roughened tongue
slathering over his head, swiping this way and over that, back and
around. A hot little hand, but big enough to hold most of the rest of his
dick kept his member more or less in place while he tried to find a
breathing rhythm, but constantly being interrupted by that wet, hot
pressure moving over his most private solace. And then - he would have
jumped if he could - he felt that slippery but tight, warm and wet entry
slip another inch down his shaft driving a pleasure through his nerves all
through his body.

"Ohh FUCK!. . . . Oh Shit Nate... that feels so....oh ....oh
shit.....nnnnnnggh"

While Nathan listened to the throes of pleasure, shouted words, and
orgasmic angst-driven nonsyllables, and as he slipped down the actual shaft
of the penis, it was suddenly at this point he fully realized that he now
had a boy's penis in his mouth. He also became conscious of the pressured
massage Kelley was giving his scalp and head, running his hands through the
boy's soft hair. Then he noticed, while still slavering the pole with his
tongue, a change in the direction of both the head massage and the hips
below him. Kelley was working his hips and hands together to thrust his
penis in and out of Nathan's mouth and moving his head up and down on the
hot flesh. Nathan had moved his hand down so that just his thumb and
forefinger were at the base of the dick, allowing Kelley to thrust 3 to 3
1/2 inches of dick in and out of his suctioning mouth. He felt the back of
the dickhead run across his lips, only to rapidly move over his tongue to
the near the start of his throat.

"Oh Nate,.............I'm gonna cum..............again......hard!"

Nathan moved his hand back around the base of the now expanding flesh so
that just the first inch and a half was being tightly and rhythmically
fucked in and out between his lips. One final thrust by Kelley, as he
yelled out, got another half-inch more into Nathan's mouth; and Nathan felt
a warm strong pulse come out and get swallowed down as he continued
sucking. This was followed by two more, but smaller amounts. The last he
used with his tongue to swirl about the head again waiting for a hopeful
fourth. The spasms came, but no fluid with it, until finally the hands that
were holding him on were pushing him off.

Kelley pushed his friend off and started to get up and go clean off, but he
collapsed back down breathing hard. Now was when all these realizations
started to flow in, and he began thinking that he had just had sex with a
boy. He didn't get far until his subconscious realized he didn't really
care and gave up. Then he noticed that Nathan was already cleaning up the
remains of the first cum with the Kleenex, or trying to as some of it had
smeared thin enough to dry, but then partly get re-wetted by some
sweat. Kelley just watched him, but then finally said,

"Dude, that's not going to work. I need a shower."  With that Nathan gave
up and just looked at the naked boy lying relaxed beneath him. Now the
realizations of what he had done, what he had wanted, and what it might
mean (what he was) started coming in. Kelley was laying there with Nathan
still sitting back on his thighs, their balls still brushing together,
though Kelley's were already drooping, no longer interested in sex. Nathan
stayed hard, but could not look at Kelley when he was asked, "Hey Nate, why
did you do that?"

Nathan just shrugged. Kelley regarded him a little more and then sat partly
up, his arms stretched out behind him supporting his weight. Nathan didn't
move, so that they were now only a few inches away, except their genitals,
which were touching closely again. "Huh? So, why did you do it?" Kelley
asked again softly.

Nathan now looked in the eyes of his friend. He didn't see any accusations
or disgust, but he wasn't sure he had the answer. "I don't Kelley. I don't
know why I wanted to. I just did; I just wanted to see what it was like."
He got quieter as his sentence went on.  "But I don't know why." He almost
never called him Kelley, something his friend immediately noticed.

Even more quietly, Kelley asked, "Did you like it?"

Nathan hesitated before responding, but still looked his friend in the
eyes. He realized that a part of him was falling for Kelley; but he also
realized that Kelley would never be there for him like that. This was just
the way Kelley responded to any situation. Whatever happens, go with it and
see what happens. It's no big deal, but if you don't like it, don't go back
that way. Finally Nathan said simply. "Yes."

Kelley waited before responding. He was 12, but a lot wiser in the ways of
the world in many respects. He watched a lot and thought about things. He
quietly analyzed situations and reasons and people without any emotion. He
liked Nathan as a friend, but there was something about Nathan he finally
confirmed. Something he needed to set straight, or at least affirm. "Nate."

"Yeah."

"I'm Tucker. I'm your best friend. Today I'm your best friend. Tomorrow
I'll be your best friend. But I can't be what you are. I don't want the
same stuff."

"What do you mean?"

"Who do I look at in school?"

"Huh?"

"You know what I mean Nate. Like as in girls."

Nathan blushed and said "Oh, you mean Emily Vargas, Julie Henway, Stephanie
Kearns, Stephanie Callas, well anybody named Stephanie."

"And who do you look at?"

Nathan hesitated and said, "Well I think Julie Henway is hot." Julie was a
grade higher than the boys and was from one of the few families in Indian
Spring with money. Her little brother Ryan was in the same grade as Kelley
and Nathan, but about 5 or 6 months older.

"Yeah? You think Julie is hot?"

"Yeah."

"Then how come you keep staring at Ryan's ass so much, instead? Or any part
of him for that matter?"

Nathan looked down again. It was true, though he couldn't admit it to
himself. Every time he wanted to think about Julie, when he jacked off it
was her brother Ryan that came into his head. He was somewhat infatuated
with him.  "I guess I think he's hot."

"And that Bo kid that moved here last year?"

Nathan looked up at this and smiled.  "Dude, he's got a FAT dick. And big
too. And not too many more hairs than you."

"That was like four or five months ago dork. He's probably got like a bush
now."

"Does it grow that fast?"

"I don't know. But you see what I'm getting at?"

Nathan just shrugged and looked down again in response.

"You like boys; but I'm cool with that. I don't though. So I'm just saying,
don't, like, ever expect me to be like that. I don't like boys."

Nathan looked back up and smiled. "OK. That's cool. You ain't gonna tell
nobody, right?"

"Geez, you hick! Quit saying 'ain't'. And yes, I can't wait to go to school
so on my 'What I Did on my Summer Vacation' report I can tell them all
about Nathan Carlin suckin' on my big dog." Both boys started laughing and
Kelley gave Nathan a push that sent him backward.  "Now get the fuck off me
so I can get a shower."

Pulling his pants and underwear the rest of the way up, Kelley went into
his bathroom and turned on the shower, sticking his hand through the
curtain to test the water temperature.

"Hey Tucker!" He heard Nathan yell from the bedroom, "AREN'T none of them
girls you say you like looking at so much gonna want to have anything to do
with you, if you don't have any money."

Kelley's spirits dropped much lower. He just stared at the shower curtain
and very quietly said to himself, "I know."


Thank you for reading my first story. Please let me know what you think. I
like very much hearing from readers. My email is below - I think you can
work it out. Hope to hear from you.

Cheers,
Jonas