Date: Sun, 02 Dec 2007 18:48:27 +0000 From: Jonas Henley Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Ch. 11 A long delay, I know. A lot of personal problems, family tragedy, etc. I guess the storyline doesn't make a whole lot of sense just springing back into the middle here. For that I can only apologize. But I believe this is where I left off. Hopefully there are still a few out there remotely interested in reading about Kelley and his friends in Indian Spring. I'm not sure when the next one will be, though. Kids of Indian Spring by Jonas Henley Chapter 11 Wednesday, 14 June 1995 3:15 pm Kelley and Nathan arrived at the Harris house. Kelley had thought Nathan would remain at the bikes - it would have been easier for Kelley. He rang the doorbell and waited for either Casey or his sister Andrea to answer the door. "Uh, Hi, Mrs. Harris. I didn't know you would be home." "Well, hello Kelley," she said sweetly. She was surprised to see Kelley, despite the fact that her own son had jabbered constantly last night and earlier today how cool the oldest Tucker boy was. She was aware of Casey's social ineptitudes, and had worried that he had simply found another unresponsive kid to attach himself to. However, she very much approved of the Tuckers and was pleased with the thought that Kelley might have an interest in Casey as a friend. She was also aware of who Nathan was, but couldn't remember his name, and pretty much ignored him. "Are you here to see Casey?" She asked, almost hopefully. "Yes, ma'am. Is he here?" "Yes he is, but we have company at the moment." She almost asked if he could come back, but she was happy enough that Kelley Tucker was calling on her awkward son that she instead said, "But I can let him talk to you for just a minute, OK?" "OK, thank you, Mrs. Harris." "Come inside, and I'll get him." The boys stepped inside as she walked toward the living room. The Harris living room was at the end of the entry hallway, such that both boys could see part way into the room. There was one empty chair visible, and from around the same corner that Mrs. Harris had disappeared, Casey soon came. He had a big smile on his face when he saw Kelley, but it dimmed a little when he saw Nathan. Then Casey remembered that it didn't matter anyway - he had company and also his mother was home. It's not like he could be alone with Tucker. Then, too, he was almost afraid of the boy, after what they had done yesterday. "Hey Tucker!" He cheerfully said, trying to hide any nervousness. "Hey, Casey. What's up?" Kelley casually said back. "Sorry, I got company or you, um, both, could come in." "Well, I can't really stay anyway. I have something I have to do, uh, somewhere else. I just came by to say. . . " Kelley's sentence faded out as he looked uncertainly at Nathan. Despite Nathan knowing about this, he wasn't so sure that he wanted to say anything about it in front of anyone else. He was embarrassed. He still couldn't believe that he let Casey Harris do . . . .THAT . . to him. Nathan wasn't paying attention, though. He had been looking around Casey into the living room, as he saw a handsome blond god walk into view and sit in the empty chair. The unidentified boy leaned back and looked inquisitively in their direction. "Wow! Who's that?!!" Nathan said in a barely hushed voice. Casey smiled at Nathan, and Kelley began in an exasperated tone, "Nate . . ." "No," said Nathan, forgetting where he was and turning to Kelley in all seriousness, "he's hot!!" It was easy for Nathan to let down his defenses, knowing what he knew about Casey and Kelley, but it wasn't a smart habit. Still Casey just chuckled and said in a whisper into Kelley's ear, "Is he, you know?" Kelley thought about this for a second. He thought about whether this would be a betrayal of confidence, and he wondered just exactly what Casey thought that he himself was. Kelley then figured since Nathan was showing himself anyway and that he trusted the discretion of Casey, for some reason (possibly because of the boy's hunger at just being included), Kelley answered in the affirmative. "Yeah, he is. I'm not, though, you know." Casey looked a little shocked. "Who would say that? You're like the coolest, Tucker." Kelley was about to add that the other time had just been a really big and really weird mistake and that they should forget it ever happened, but Nathan interrupted them again, tugging on Casey's sleeve. "Hey Casey, who is he? Is he your cousin? Is he moving around here? Does he live around here?" Kelley shook his head. Nathan was pitiful. Casey said, "His name's Brad. I think he's about our age, maybe he's little older than me. I don't know. He goes to the school I'm going to this year, though." "He's going to Sweetwater?" Nathan asked hopefully. "Nathan . . ." warned Kelley in a low voice. "I'm not going to Sweetwater next year." Casey dropped the news on them. "Huh?" both boys asked. "I'm going to St. Oliver's up in Bingham. It's a private boarding school. I'll be living there," he added, just in case they didn't know what it meant. "Is it all boys?" Nathan asked, his eyes lighting up. "Yeah," Casey said almost dismally. "It sucks." "Yeah, that does suck," Kelley added. Nathan was still staring at Brad, whose blond hair was just beginning to show dirty blond roots underneath, as happens with blonds whose hair color turns brownish late. Kelley added, looking at Nathan, "well, it sucks to some of us." Casey nodded and said, "I just hope I don't get beat up too much. Brad seems nice enough, but he and his mom are here just to make sure my mom knows it was a great choice." Casey himself didn't sound so sure. Then the boys heard Mrs. Harris' voice, "Casey dear, you have to say goodbye and come back to the living room." "Yes ma'am!" He called back. Turning to Kelley he added, "Sorry about all this. Will you be at the meeting at the Turner's tomorrow?" He was referring to the CIA meeting (Community Integrity Association) at which his mom and Kelley's dad would be serving as principal leaders of the community, along with Dick Cantrell and Roger Turner. "Yeah, I'll be there." Kelley said, a bit distracted by Nathan, who had walked farther into the hall and was now waving at Brad, who smiled and waved back. "Great," Casey said, and then leaned part way in and grabbed his crotch and said quietly and knowingly to Kelley, "cause I've been saving up a big load of cum in my balls. Just so you can feel all of it this time. Cool, huh?" What planet was the kid from?!! That was all that Kelley could think at that point. He tried to reply quickly to let Casey know that this would not be happening, but "Umm . . . " was all that came out of his mouth before they were interrupted again by Mrs. Harris. "Casey," she began as she walked down the hall toward them. "Oh, we're going," said Kelley, quickly recovering himself and thinking that he would just resolve this tomorrow. "See you Casey. Bye Mrs. Harris, see you at the meeting tomorrow. Come on Nathan." Nathan cast a smile back at Brad, who smirked and then just grinned at the boy, before the door closed behind them. Kelley was about to say something to Nathan, but he just gave up after Nathan started talking. "Did you see that other guy?" Nathan asked, not really expecting a reply. "He was so hot. I mean I'd let him do me." Kelley stopped in surprise at the brusqueness of this comment. "No really, I would. That would be so hot, thinking about him naked and behind me. . . ." Nathan was starting to drift off thinking about it, but then said, "Sorry, Tuck, you okay with me talking about this?" Kelley thought about it as they rode their bikes down the street, again passing Malcolm, who bit back a snide comment as they passed. Kelley still nodded a hello to be polite. After they passed him though, Kelley answered his friend. "No, I'm cool with talking about it some. I think." "Cool. Great!" The boys turned right back onto Indian Spring Drive and then turned left before the Allens' house to go down Bypass. Kelly then asked Nathan, "You let Duncan up your butt, didnt you?" Nathan burst into a smile that he couldn't hide and said "Twice!" At the end of Bypass, instead of going left to Kelley's, they turned right and shortly after that took a left onto the road that led up to Coolspring. "You're going real fast with all this, aren't you, Nathan?" "No. I sucked him off first." "Geez, Nathan, that's not what I meant." "Well, you said I could trust Duncan. You said he would be interested into doing stuff with me. You guys even talked about it. Besides, you're one to talk." They were on the road to Coolspring, climbing the winding road, and the last comment put them into a period of silence as they just biked along and started pumping the pedals harder as the incline grew. The silence was eventually too much, as both said at the same time: "Sorry!" "Jinx!!" Nathan yelled, and both boys laughed and relaxed some. "Nate," Kelley eventually began. "Unh uh," Nathan said, cutting him off, "You know the rules. You can't talk until someone says your name." Nathan grinned in triumph. That was true, Kelley thought. That was always how they played Jinx. Though there was usually some time limit. So, knowing that Nathan wasn't letting him off the hook, Kelley pointed to his watch arm, signaling his question to Nathan. "Ummmmmm," Nathan said, pretending to think about it, "Oh, 20 minutes should do it." But Kelley shook his head no. They were about halfway up the hill at this point, rounding another of one of the sharp curves. "OK," Nathan said, "then 10 minutes after we get to the top of the hill, or until somebody says your name. And it won't be me. You can't trick me." Kelley just smiled and shrugged. They eventually made it to the top of the hill, the second part taking longer and more effort than the first part. They pulled up on the side of the road at the top and caught their breaths. Nathan smiled a little mischievously at his friend who was half-astride the bike just a foot or two away. "You know, you still can't talk, right?" Kelley nodded, knowing Nathan wanted to trip him up. "If I can make you talk, then I get what?" Nathan asked. Kelley just shrugged his shoulders. It wasn't going to happen. Unlike Nathan, Kelley didn't have a problem not talking for 10 minutes. "Let's see, if you talk," Nathan said smiling, "then I get to suck you again." Kelley almost laughed. Nathan was impossible, Once he got turned on to sex, would it ever end? Kelley just smiled at his friend's attempt and humor and shook his head. "Yeah. And totally naked." Nathan added. Again Kelley almost laughed. He smiled even broader at the joke and shook his head again. "And laughing counts." Which was true, laughing did count, but tickling was against the rules. That didn't stop Nathan from reaching over and trying to tickle Kelley on his sides, but Kelley slapped the hand and shook his finger as if to say that that was against the rules. "All right, I know," said Nathan, "No tickling. But this has never been against the rules:" As he said the last part, Nathan leaned forward and cupped his hand around Kelley's crotch. Still wearing slightly damp swim trunks, and nothing underneath, Kelley's nutsack felt naked to the hand cupping it, and his dick quickly began to respond as Nathan's hand grabbed a hold and began to massage it. "And moaning counts, too," Nathan added further. Kelley reacted by at first by bringing his hand forward to stop his friend, but his hand never made it. It got about halfway before Kelley's smaller head began to assert itself over the larger one. Kelley's head tilted back slightly, his eyes began to roll backward and a slight sigh escaped his lips as the feelings moved down from that hand-to-dick connection, spread through his lower body, and sent signals of complete sweet surrender through his body. After all the abuse of the last few days, had he had time for self pleasure? When was the last time, not counting his cum before eating that gross sandwich? It was that awkward moment when Nathan had last had his way with the toy of his greatest desire. Kelley's legs parted slightly on their own accord to give greater access to that warm hand that was right now enclosed over the whole of the front of the rapidly hardening dick, encasing it, squeezing, relenting, running down, pressing in, gripping some of the skin below the glans, pulling it forward, and then running back down to cover the whole of it and tease the tightening balls with the fingertips. "Unnnnnhhhhh" was the moan coming out of Kelley's partially open mouth, his partially slatted eyes no longer seeing anything. Everything was quickly becoming fuzzy. It wouldn't be long now before he completely lost all control and blew the largest load of his young life and flooded his swim trunks. If that happened, even with the small load of 12 years, it would overrun his shorts and leak down the legs through the hem. But Kelley wasn't thinking about that. He wasn't thinking about anything but the incredible feeling building inside him. Out of reflex, with the hand that was not on the handlebars he reached out and grabbed a support, which happened to be the inner thigh of Nathan. His hands felt and grasped the fabric of the inner thigh of Nathan, the top of his hand brushing the less developed, but still anxious, balls. For Nathan , this was an even greater experience than that he had had with Duncan, even with the swimsuit blocking the way. Nathan's imagination had grown by leaps and bounds the last couple of days, especially after the variety of hard dicks he had seen, the two he had sucked, and the entries he had seen: Connor's dick pushing in and out of Katie's pussy, Carlos' dick just starting to open the asshole of the very boy whose dick he was now holding, squeezing. Yes he could imagine quite well what this rod of legendary comfort would look like naked in his hand again, and he was wanting to see the boy, naked and squirming under his control. After all, Kelley had moaned, and moans counted on the jinx. It was a rush for Nathan, a rush that went straight to his own dick, pushing out his own swimsuit, several inches away from his body. It was different for Kelley, though; Nathan's swim trunks were much tighter, which was good for him at the pool, while Kelley's were loose, very loose. They were unlikely to hide anything once Nathan let go. And they were unlikely to hold anything once Kelley let go, which is honestly something neither boy was thinking about. Nathan found himself half wishing Kelley's shorts were wetter, thinner, and white, kind of like Connor's during the water war when he got such a great look at the tight ass, the hairline, and the bulging dickhead of the older boy. These memories spurred on an even more persistent and strenuous massage. It was pushing Kelley closer and closer to the edge. He was feeling that emotion of fear of going over, that promise of ultimate pleasure, and then - - there it was: A siren. Well the first second and a half of a police siren. Both boys jerked completely out of all sexual and ultimate sensuality and back into reality. If it had come at a hundredth of a second later, Kelley would have shot anyway, and shot the whole time he was falling backward off his bike. As it was, all he did was fall off the bike. Nathan jerked back and around. He wavered uncertainly on his bike but managed to recover himself and keep both himself and his bike upright. Kelley was just standing up and brushing off the back of his shorts when the police car slowly rolled on to the dirt and loose gravel of the side of the road. Kelley stood up straight, but he still felt a thrill running through his dick; on top of that, it felt like it was holding up all of his swim trunks. He looked down and saw that practically all 4 inches that he had were obscenely pushing straight out, or trying to. You almost even see the head. The thought of it had the opposite effect he would otherwise have thought. Getting caught didn't help his dick go down; it just kept him closer on edge. The friction of rubbing against the front of his suit was doing its job as well. He quickly threw his hands down in front to hide it as best he could, but just to touch it, to try to push it down, made it feel all the more ready to go off. He looked up at the officer smiling at him and recognized the face of Officer Fenton, the officer that had been called out a couple days ago to see what these two boys were up to riding around Coolspring on their bikes, clearly looking like they didn't belong. The officer had let them go at that point, but Kelley wasn't too sure how much had been seen this time around. He almost passed out when saw the officer's arm reach out of the car, point to him, and then beckon him closer to the patrol car. Kelley didn't want to approach anyone in his state of arousal, but he wasn't sure what he was more afraid of, walking up to the patrol car with a torpedo coming out of his shorts, or making the cop mad, and risk that the cop had seen everything. Officer Fenton then pointed at Nathan and said, "You too. Off the bike and come here." Officer Fenton couldn't believe his luck. He had had a hard-on for almost a whole hour the last time after he watched Kelley bike off on Monday and watched that perfect 12 year old boy-ass just barely caressed into form by the boy's jeans. Fenton had cum about two buckets that night when he remembered one more time that ass and thought about what it looked like as the boy lowered his jeans and underwear and bent over to remove them as they went skinny-dipping. That was the fantasy of Fenton, however. Right now, he couldn't believe his luck. He had felt guilty the greater part of the next day for thinking such thoughts about a boy, but he couldn't help coming back to them and secretly hoping he would see the boy again. He had as well found himself all through the afternoon yesterday looking at other young boys playing. It was strange, he had had similar desires and stray eyes over some of the younger adolescent girls, but he felt guiltier at that than when he began looking at boys more. It had been a long time since he gave serious thought to enjoying a boy's body - since he was a boy, really. Just this morning in fact, he realized that he was staring at a 13 year old boy in his complex, and that he had watched the same boy last night from his balcony that overlooked the basketball court. These thoughts and the sight of the incredibly beautiful specimen of just-incipient manhood walking toward him drove the blood into his crotch and engorged his dick until it was uncomfortably straining and trying to burst through its confines. This kid was a born lady-killer; he would be able to lay any girl he wanted just by asking. At the same time, he had the air of a more conserved kid, even in this obviously embarrassing state. And Officer Fenton was enjoying this state very much, as Kelley tried to approach with some dignity. He had his hands out in front of him, though for some reason wasn't touching himself, wasn't trying to push his erection down or up or even hide it much. Fenton could see the extremely hard dick wavering back in forth in a wobble in the fabric of the swim suit. The movement of the dick must be sensitive to the kid, thought Fenton, as he watched the pace become disjointed and frenetic and the expressions on the kid's face shift from fear to determination and back. He looked over at the other kid who had had an easier time coming up to the window of the patrol car. He was a good looking kid, too. Fenton remembered this kid from the other day, as well. He was the one who looked like he was about to smart off, but instead let the good looking tow-headed kid do the talking. Still, as Fenton looked Nathan up and down, the dirty blond was pretty good looking in his own right. Damn good looking, but next to the walking hard-on that was just now making it to the window, his looks were lost on Fenton. Nathan was standing at the front of the window, but off to the side, just behind the side mirror and leaning against the edge of the front windshield. His heart was going 90 miles an hour, fear building. What would happen to him when his parents found out? His outside didn't show it, but that was more because it still had faith in Kelley being able to get them out of it. He didn't know why, but that was where he put his faith. Kelley had his own fears, but they were mostly fear of embarrassment and other fears of the moment - fears that he was going to blow a load all in his shorts and right there in front of the police officer. He stopped about four feet from the window, but facing the whole of it. "Closer, son." Kelley moved about half a foot closer and Fenton sighed, but it was theatrics on his part. Any real sigh from Fenton would be accompanying a rush of semen into his pants at this point. "What's your name, son?" "Uh, Kelley, sir." "OK, Kelley, now don't make me get out of this car. I want you to take one biiiiig step up to this car. If you're still too far away . . ." But Kelley didn't wait for him to finish and stepped up to the car. Fenton took in an involuntary deep breath as the boy of his dreams was standing nearly naked, well just a thin fabric below the waist and a plain white t-shirt that barely came down to the waist. "That's better. Now Kelley, put your hands up on top of the car, and don't move them." "Why?" Kelley risked. Fenton immediately undid his seat belt, as if he was about to get out of the car. The trick worked and Kelley quickly put his hands up on top of the patrol car. His young body now framed by the window, though his lower body was far enough way that he was bent slightly over, and his shorts were completely in view for Officer Fenton. The increased exposure was causing Kelley's dick to stretch for the sky even more, more so than he would have thought possible even a few minutes ago. Fenton watched as the dickhead moved very slightly up the stretched fabric in a couple of jerks. Fenton wanted more of a record for later fantasies. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with these two kids, but he was silently giving thanks that they stopped at an area that was out of the view of the first houses of Coolspring and as well on a road that was very little traveled. Fenton pulled out his notebook for information, but this information wasn't going back to headquarters, that was for sure. "What's your whole name?" "Kelley Tucker, sir" Fenton wrote it down in his patrol book. This finally had the effect of causing Kelley's dick to start dropping. Fenton could see it out of the corner of his eye, the head of the dick starting to drop down the fabric of the swim suit. He decided to get this information down later and put the notebook aside. He put his hand out of the window and on Kelley's hip. "Relax, son, I'm just trying to figure out what you two are up to again, here in Coolspring." "We weren't up to anything, Officer," Nathan offered, though Fenton wasn't going to let it go that easy. "Well," Fenton began as he moved his hand more broadly over the hip and toward the back of Kelley, feeling where those majestic rumps rose out from the boy's back and formed the incredible ass whose heat he was feeling through the thin shorts, "that's not what it looked like to me. And what was your name, son?" He asked Nathan. "Nathan, sir" "Well, Nathan, what it looked like to me was that you were playing with this here." With that Officer Fenton grabbed a hold of the front of Kelley's shorts where they stuck out at an angle about 3 1/2 to 3 3/4 away from his crotch and got hold of a good portion of Kelley's dick as he did so. "Oh god," Kelley exclaimed with a sharp intake of breath, "please don't." "Well, Kelley, uh Tucker wasn't it?" "Yes sir," Kelley exclaimed again in a rising voice pitch, fearful of what was about to come shooting up from his balls. "Is that what happened or not?" "Yes sir!" he replied again, desperately trying not to squirm out of the officer's grasp. There was no way he could lie under this type of pressure. Despite the fear and ironic immense pleasure of the impending volcano from his dick, Kelley kept his hands on the roof of the car as he had been instructed. He was beginning to feel anticipation of the blow-out from the bottom of his balls to the inside of his asshole. Fortunately for Kelley, the officer soon removed his hand and put it back on his hip, though this time more on his right buttcheek than on his hip. Kelley, at this point, didn't care, so long as the hand wasn't grabbing his sensitive dick, it could be anywhere on his ass. Nathan meanwhile had been observing the entire proceedings with interest. He realized this was a bit unorthodox for the officer, but he was too captivated by Kelley's position, literally and figuratively, to really think too much about anything else. Fenton was about to burst his own pants and was thinking how he could take this a bit farther, or find an excuse to feel up this fine specimen of boy some more. He came upon a plan and told the boys to both move down the front of the car, lean over and put their hands on the hood and spread their legs. The boys started to become very worried. Fenton was trying to think of a way to put them at ease, because he liked these two boys. The problem first was, though, how to get out of the car. He couldn't very well stand up in front of these two boys with a bursting bulge of his own. While he was thinking of these problems, and at the same time looking at the two boys leaning there in such a subordinate position with their young hard dicks pushing the flimsy fabric of their suits, he only got harder. That's when all three heard the short bleep of the second siren. John Fenton quickly looked in the rear view mirror as he saw the second patrol car pull up behind him. "Oh shit." He said flatly to himself. It was Ed Bowers. He didn't like Ed; didn't like working with the somewhat overweight, pompous, arrogant bastard; didn't like being in the same room with him. He tried to arrange his patrols and shifts so that he had as little contact as possible with him. Ed Bowers was a semi-sophisticated redneck with a badge, and he liked belittling people, liked looking down on them, and liked to make the most of his little bit of power in the relatively crime-free village of Coolspring. It would be more fitting to see him in a security guard uniform. His sense of self-importance fit that better. He unfortunately spread the same sense of swaggering self-grandeur to his boys, Chris, 14, and Eddie, 13. Fenton had met them before and figured he wouldn't care for either one of them as they grew up, which seemed to be taking awhile. They were both slightly taller than average for their age, and bigger in general for their age, but not as mature or sophisticated, except perhaps in their own minds. If they lived in Coolspring, they would be the type of kids that people called the police about on a chronic basis. John had wondered if they were as immature sexually as they were conversationally. His musings for the moment, though, were interrupted by seeing Bowers get out of his patrol car. The new problem was that he had to get out of his own patrol car and go and see what Bowers wanted. To do that, he would risk exposing himself in his compromised hard position. Fenton's dick had gone down somewhat, but not enough. He didn't want any ridicule from Bowers, plus he didn't know who else was in that car. It looked like Bowers already had a couple of delinquents in it. Still, he really didn't want Bowers getting too close to his own two delinquents. So, Fenton got out and went to meet Bowers halfway between their two cars. Kelley and Nathan were meanwhile still bent forward, embarrassed and worried, legs spread somewhat and hands on the hood on the side of the car. They both feel like everything they had was just hanging out in the breeze, since neither of them had liners in their suits. It was worse for Kelley, as his suit was older and of a flimsier material than Nathan's. They thought their dicks would shrink out of further fear when they watched big Ed Bowers get out of his patrol car and start to saunter over. But they had both been pushed to the point of cumming twice without release, and their dicks were refusing to behave or shrink out of fear. Kelley, in particular, needed a big cum more than anything. He hadn't jerked off but once in quite a while and since that time, he had been felt up partially by Carlos - when he tried to fuck him; felt up by Casey - when he did fuck him; felt up by his own brother in the middle of the night; and now again, and within the last half-hour, by both Nathan and Officer Fenton. He couldn't take much more. So he didn't really register what Nathan said when he asked quietly, "Tuck, did you catch the dick on the police guy when he got out of the car? He was getting' hard the whole time! And it's big too." Kelley, though, was a little bit more worried about their situation, which seemed to be getting worse by the moment, as well as his own embarrassing position. He could clearly hear the loud, pompous voice of this new officer: "Well, Fenton," Bowers began, addressing the other officer only by his last name, as was his annoying habit. "I see you caught the perverts." "Um, what?" Fenton asked, startled by this assumption. "The perverts. You caught them already." "Uh, what are you talking about, Ed?" Bowers took a deep breath like he was talking to a child and needed patience. "The jogger that called in and said she saw two boys playing with themselves just outside the gates - right out in the open on the side of the road. Well, I figured it was some of that Indian Spring trash." He added this last part as he looked around Fenton at the two boys leaning up against the car. The same boys were wishing they could just sink into the earth and disappear. Then Bowers looked back at Fenton and registered the surprise on the man's face. "You mean you didn't know about the jogger? You caught them red-handed?" "Uh, yeah, I did," Fenton replied, still stunned and unconsciously confirming the jogger's story. "Way to go, Fenton!" Bowers guffawed and slapped the upper arm of Fenton, who was now silently cursing himself for confirming the report and now not able to just let the boys go. The question now was how to get rid of Bowers. "All right, I'll take it from here." Bowers stated with his usual self importance. "What?" Fenton snapped back to reality. "Why would you do that? I can handle this perfectly well on my own, Ed." "Oh, I'm sure you can, Fenton," Bowers said, again in a slightly deprecating tone. "I'm sure you've got everything well in hand." He added this last part with a smirk and a downward glance at Fenton's shrinking, though still obviously dented, crotch. Fenton reddened as he caught the insinuated insulted. He almost covered himself reflexively, but he caught himself before he added to his body's admission of guilt. "Now, look here, Ed," he began to protest but was cut off. "No, you look here, Fenton. You told the chief that you would take this car into the city and get that transmission checked. Instead you left with the good car and left me saddled with this one. Now the chief wants it done today, and perhaps any other day I might just do it for you, because that's the kind of guy I am. But today is the day my boys get to ride along and see how their daddy works. Chief even made them deputies for the day; and they aren't going to spend the day at the motor hall. No part of it." While Bowers was shoveling his bullshit about what a stand-up guy he was, Fenton bent down slightly to get a better look in the car. He waved at the two boys in there, though they didn't return the wave. "That's Chris and Eddie in there?" It was understandable to have thought they were just a couple of juvenile delinquents, since that's pretty close to what they were inside. Bowers responded, "Yeah, that's them, getting bigger all the time, aren't they? Good boys they are." Fenton tried to suppress his own sarcasm. "Uh, yeah." "BOYS!!" Bowers yelled out, "go on and get out, and get your stuff!" Chris was in the front and had to let his little brother out of the back. They got their Maglights that they had been given. Each had a pair of handcuffs and a gold shield pinned to the upper left of their shirts. "Uhhh, Ed," Fenton began looking back at Kelley and Nathan bent over and vulnerable and seeing a growing panic in their eyes, as even more people were coming on to the scene, "I really think I should finish this case and then I can meet up with you and switch cars." "The garage is closing soon, Fenton. What's the matter? Don't think I can handle a couple Indian Spring punks? Just a matter of talking to them, really." If that's all, Fenton thought, then it became less of a concern for the boys that gnawed at him and more of a loss of his own opportunity. He couldn't let Bowers see that weakness, though, so he turned back to Bowers with a forced smile. "Of course, Ed. Of course you can. Just go easy on them. They aren't bad kids." "Will do." Ed still had the same self-importance in that voice, but there was nothing else Fenton could do. He turned and headed back to the car after relenting with, "All right, well, let me get my stuff." After he got all of his things that he needed, he said quietly to the boys, "Sorry, Kelley, Nathan, but Officer Bowers is going to finish you guys up. Probably just a stern lecture and let you go. You really should have been more careful." Nathan just nodded, getting a little tired in this position, and Kelley gave a weak "Yes sir," as Fenton turned away disappointed and headed over to the other car. "OK, Bowers, they're all yours. I'll let the chief know that I'm taking the car in now." Bowers just waved an OK over his shoulders and didn't even look back as Fenton drove off. He had his boys come around to the front side of the car and addressed poor Kelley and Nathan. "OK boys, my name is Officer Bowers, these young men with me are duly appointed officers of the law. As they have the same name as myself, being my own sons, and not too much older than you two, I'll refer to them as my deputies. Now, look back without taking your hands off the vehicle. Good. This is Deputy Chris, just turned 14 two moths ago, and this is Deputy Eddie, 11 months younger. You see, they're pretty close to your age, but you will address them as 'Sir' and treat them as the official police officers that they are for the day." Kelley and Nathan had looked back over their shoulders and saw the smirks on the two slightly older, but much bigger boys. Kelley had a very bad feeling about this. They faced forward again, not sure what was coming next, but pretty sure they wouldn't like it, Kelley cursing himself and Nathan both silently. "So, deputies," Bowers continues in his self-important voice, "here's the story. About 3:05 this afternoon, Mrs. Wanda Sheppard was taking her afternoon jog, as per usual, right on schedule. Now after Mrs. Sheppard comes by, the next usual presence on this road isn't until 5:45pm when Douglas Barnes, a banker, takes his early evening run. Other than these two, this is a practically deserted road in the afternoons, with hardly a single car. Perhaps that is what these two miscreants were thinking at the time, that they had this whole road to themselves for their perverse pleasures." Deputy Eddie looked a little confused. Bowers saw his son's confusion and asked him, "Not sure what that means? That's because you and your brother don't do these things; you don't act like these two. What Mrs. Sheppard saw, and what was confirmed by Officer Fenton, was that these two boys engaged in the very lewd and public act of feeling up each other's private parts. Do I have this wrong, boys?" Bowers asked the two helpless 12 years spread and bent over the hood. "No sir," Kelley said very quietly, thinking things would only get worse if they lied. "So you had your hands all over each other's personal parts?" Kelley had to clear his throat a bit and swallow before he could answer, somewhat hoarsely. "Yes, sir." "Sick." Eddie said. "Faggots." Chris said distastefully under his breath. "I am not!" Kelley said defensively, then remembered Nathan and added for him protectively, "I mean, we are not." Chris made a derisive sound, but his father cut him off. "No, Deputy Chris, we will take these degenerates at their word. After all, he was honest enough about what they were doing. But for me that just means there's even less of an excuse for their behavior. And to foul this fair city and disturb poor Mrs. Sheppard." "That's down right unacceptable, dad." Chris said, nodding his head. Bowers cleared his throat slightly. "I mean, Officer Bowers." Chris corrected himself. His father nodded his approval. Eddie started smiling, getting into the spirit of things and walked up to Kelley and reached around and grabbed his heavy, still mostly hard dick. "This one's even got a hard dick, dad. I mean, Officer Bowers." Bowers again nodded his approval, this time to his other son and said, "So Deputy Eddie, do you think that means he's learned anything?" "No sir. Seems like he still wants to do it more, and probably will if we were to just let them go." He grabbed a hold of Kelley's dick, and Kelley couldn't help himself as he groaned out, "Unnnggh" and raised his ass up to move his dick out of the merciless hand wickedly massaging it. When Kelley did this, what Chris saw was the perfect ass of the boy raise up and almost seem to wiggle in his direction. Now Chris knew a top notch ass when he saw one and was no stranger to fucking ass having forced his younger and smaller cousin into giving it up when he caught the boy playing grab-dick naked with a neighbor of his. When Chris threatened to tell the boy's dad, who was Ed Bowers brother and even more of a homophobe, the younger 13 year old agreed to do whatever Chris wanted, and what Chris wanted was to stick his hard dick in that boy's virgin ass, which he had already done three times now. And as Chris was watching Kelley raise his ass to move away from Eddie's grabbing, Chris grabbed his own crotch and said absently, "Officer Bowers, I think these boys need to be taught a lesson." "Hmmm, I agree, deputy. We could arrest them. Since they aren't Coolspring residents, and there isn't a holding facility in Indian Spring, we should probably take them down to the main holding facility in the city. Of course once word got around that they get off on dick . . . ." "Well, then there wouldn't be too much left of these tight asses, would there be?" Chris finished his dad's insinuation and walked forward and put a hand on a firm buttcheek of each boy, giving them both a squeeze and continuing to massage each half of the ass he was holding. Nathan wasn't sure whether to be angry or fearful, and Kelley was just trying to think of what he should do or say. Chris continued talking to the two boys; he was totally into abusing the little bit of power or advantage he had. The apple didn't fall far from the tree and he said, giving an extra squeeze to each thoroughly embarrassed boy's bottom to emphasize his point, "Well boys, do you want us to run you in to the central lock-up, in just these thin shorts, let everybody have a go at you?" "NO!! PLEASE!" Nathan yelled out. Kelley didn't buy the threat, but he could tell that Nathan was scared out of his wits at that prospect. Eddie had backed up and watched his brother work. Ed Bowers, as well, looked down with approval at his eldest boy's skillful handling of the situation. Chris pulled his hands off each boy's behinds and pushed their T-shirts farther up their backs and left his hands on each boy's half-naked back, just to remind them of his dominance and their lack of too many options. As he did this he presented the boys another option. "Well, I guess we should just tell their parents about this and see what they think." Now Chris didn't intend to let the boys off with anything easy, because there was no fun in that, and he knew from his dad that having some fun was often the best reward in the work (and for that matter, it was why his dad wasn't allowed to work on the higher paying police force with the city). Chris didn't need to worry about the boys opting for that route. Kelley would have, he would definitely prefer telling his parents. He was pretty sure they would chastise him for doing this in public and let it ago. But as Kelley looked over at Nathan he saw even greater fear in the boy's face. He couldn't subject Nathan to this unilaterally. Chris saw the paralytic fear in Nathan's face as well and smiled to himself. "So you want us to call your parents at work, have them come up here? Maybe let your school know what kind of things you might do there, too?" He had added the last part for his own enjoyment. Kelley shook his head no, and Chris tapped on the boy's lower back and said, "I didn't hear your answer." "No." Kelley said resignedly, just wanting them to do something and let him go. "No, what?" Eddie said, again getting into the flow of things. His dad nodded in approval. "No, sir," Kelley said, again a little hoarsely. "Well," Chris said, pausing for effect, I guess that leaves one option. We cant give you a ticket. Indian Spring trash - you probably don't even have any money." Kelley reddened even further at this. He was being totally debased. Still, so far everything was true. He and Nathan had been doing dirty things right there in public, he did have a hard-on that wouldn't go away, and he didn't have any money. None. That part his parents wouldn't like so much, if there was a fine on top of all this embarrassment. But Nathan was bothered all out of proportion by this prospect. Chris began again. "Well I suppose we have to find some way for you to pay your debt to society. Some way to work off your fine." He began tracing his finger down the cracks of both boys as he talked, coming to approximately where their assholes would be, he pushed in more as he made his point complete. "Some sort of punishment you would agree to, to make sure you understand not to do this again in Coolspring." Even Ed Bowers was surprised at his son' boldness and ingenuity, not knowing about his nephew's case. He wasn't sure he would have gone this route exactly, but he approved. Pussy was pussy, and his sons were man enough to take it where they could make it. More power to them. Nathan also got the point of the finger indenting his shorts inward just millimeters away from his hole. Nathan looked over at Kelley, who was suppressing anger and embarrassment both. Nathan caught his attention and nodded just barely with a pleading look in his eyes. Kelley saw this and relented everything, inside and out. He relaxed a little and said flatly, resigned. "OK." "OK, what?" Chris asked, pulling his finger away but grasping the same area of the swim trunks and pulling downward until the suits were taut, leaving no doubt as to what was the next step he would take. "Ok," Kelley said. "We'll take our punishment here." "What exactly?" Chris asked, keeping the fabric of the back of their trunks taut in his fingers. "Whatever you want to do with us," Kelley said. "Like this." He added, letting them know exactly what submissive role he was going to play. Chris smiled and pulled further on the trunks, and the light dawned on Eddie what they were going to get to do as he watched the two smooth, perfect asses come into view as the shorts slid down over them. Two half globes and an inviting darker valley between slowly revealing a full moon on each as the waistbands came to rest just at the bottom of the moons, barely occluding a view of the initial descent of the ballsacks from behind and between. Both Kelley and Nathan breathed in sharply as the felt their bottoms slowly exposed to the older power-hungry boy and his brother, and again at the end as they each felt the slightest breeze wriggle in due to their spread legs and tickle the now naked and exposed portals to the deeper silky warmth of their bottoms, depths that each would be very soon enclosing and massaging a hard older boy's dick. "Nice." Chris couldn't help but breathe out as the luscious and possibly virgin flesh (for all he knew) came into view. His father overlooked the comment, for he had to admit his own dick was stirring at the sight, especially the perfect globes of flesh on the browner, slightly curly-haired boy. Eddie walked forward and pulled Kelley's suit down in front and heard the now very hard dick fly up at its release and slap Kelley's stomach. Eddie reached under and felt around grabbing the dick and squeezing it good, running his hand up and down a couple times. "This one's got hairs, and his dick is real hard. He really wants it bad in his ass. I'm gonna drill him good." Eddie said with a sick smile for a 13 year old. Chris however was no dummy, virgin or not, he knew which ass was calling his dick the hardest. The blond haired kid definitely had a fuckable butt, and Chris would love to sink into it and come deep, but there was no way he was going to give up on claiming an ass as mighty fine as the brown haired kid. What was better, was that Chris believed the brown hair boy wasn't the least bit queer. Chris didn't really and truly care if somebody wanted to be gay, as long as it wasn't around him, but screwing a straight kid was going to make the feelings all the more incredible. Chris grabbed his little brother by the collar and pulled him away and shoved him behind Nathan's slightly smaller, out-turned, and paler ass. "You're fucking the blond kid, Eddie. This ass here, though," and he stroked Kelley's right creamy cheek as he spoke, "is all mine to do. Your gonna like this, kid, aren't you?" The last part of this was directed to Kelley. Kelley knew what was expected. He bent his head and simply said, "Yes, sir." He was angrier than he had been in a long time. He just wished he wasn't rock hard at the moment. "Eddie go around the car there to the other side and look in the glove compartment," Officer Bowers spoke up finally. "That pussy Fenton keeps some lotion in there he uses on his hands all the time. Use as much as that as you need. We don't want to send these two back home with bloody assholes. I'm going to walk up the road a bit and around the curve, make sure Mrs. Sheppard don't get any ideas about coming back to check. If I see anything I'll say it in the handheld and you should hear it on the radio from the car." This whole time Kelley and Nathan are leaning there bent over with their butt's exposed to the world and the wind still blowing in occasionally between their cracks and across their young and still tight holes. Nathan is ironically somewhat relieved that his parents will definitely not be finding out, and as well somewhat intrigued by what these boys would look like. And feel like. He just hoped they weren't too big. Kelley was once more starting to distance himself from what was about to occur and, ironically for him, finding himself relieved, in a twisted sort of way, that he had been fucked and broken-in already by Casey the day before. He just hoped he wasn't still too sore. Eddie fetched the lotion and handed it to his older brother. "Use a bunch," his dad cautioned. He then turned his attention to Kelley and Nathan and poked Kelley on the shoulder to get his attention, "You two boy's virgin back there? Ever had anything stuffed up your butt?" "No sir," Kelley lied. Nathan letting him. "We're still virgin behind." "Well, that's about to change, isn't it." Kelley cleared his throat and couldn't look at the man. "Yes, sir," he said somewhat roughly. "Hell of a lesson to learn, but I guess you wont be doing it again. Too bad your arresting officers weren't so lenient." "You don't have to let them do this," Kelley ventured. He didn't see the disgusting superior smile of Ed Bowers. Just as well, but he heard the hopeless reply. "Unlike some goody-goodies on the force, I don't interfere with a good officer's methods of keeping peace in his community. And I don't see nothing either. You don't like it, stay where you belong." He started to turn away but then added. "One more thing, when these good deputies bust your cherries," and here slapped a hand on Kelley's nice naked ass and grabbed a cheekful of warm boy bottom for emphasis, "I don't want to hear a sound down the road, unless it's you begging for more. Got it?" "Yes, sir," Kelly answered, feeling the rough hand squeezing up almost the whole of his right buttcheek, pulling it even further away and exposing the whole of his hole to the elements and to Eddie, who was already gripping his own dick through his pants, eagerly anticipating seeing it run through the same barrier in Nathan's back end. "Both of you, do you understand?" "Yes, sir," Nathan added to Kelley's answer. He slapped the ass again and then started to walk off, calling over his shoulder, "And you both better still be here when I get back. And you better thank the officers when they're done." Kelley watched the man walk off, watching with a strange mixture of hatred and resignation. It was more resignation, though. He let out a sigh. "Guess that means your ready," Chris said leaning with his back to the car right next to where Kelley had his hands up on the hood.. He set the bottle of lotion right before Kelley's eyes. "What's your name?" "Kelley." "And the other one that's about to get dicked by my little brother?" Kelley looked over at the other pair and saw Eddie greedily feeling up Nathan's ass. Nathan's dick was rising up, too. "His name is Nathan." Only after he said it, Kelley realized he should have lied, should have made up names. Oh well, he didn't really have the energy right now. It was all the same to Chris who just leaned there with his arms crossed and nodded. He was a slightly different person when his dad wasn't there. Maybe it was just because now he was all business. He looked off into the distance a bit longer, letting Eddie play with the other kid's naked butt. "Well." Chris said. But that was all. Kelley couldn't help but watch the whole time the boy's hands moved down to his crotch, unbuckle his belt, then next came the button at the top of the zipper, after that the hand pulled the zipper down showing boxers underneath, and a tell-tale bulge. Kelley kept watching as the thumbs hooked into the underwear and began pushing down boxers and pants, as casually as setting down a glass of water. ' He watched as the bush of the other boy, hairier than any of the other boys that Kelley had had the misfortune of meeting so personally the last few days. Kelley was worried about the size of the dick that was about to follow. He watched, entranced by the slow, at least it seemed slow, exposure of the flesh of another boy that was soon to be inserted up into his ass. Chris continued pushing down his pants and underwear, revealing a semi that so far didn't seem too terribly bigger than Casey's - maybe a little longer, maybe a little wider, though he certainly had a lot more hair. Kelley wondered once more if the amount of hair corresponded to the amount of cum. He didn't have time to wonder long though, as Chris, still in his now business-like attitude, grabbed the lower part of his semi-hard dick and turned to Kelley, while at the same time reaching his other hand and grabbed the back of Kelley's head. Chris hefted his semi as he turned and was soon assured that Kelley knew the drill when he opened his mouth and let his head be drawn down. The flaring dickhead was right there at the entrance of his mouth, and Kelley, trying to remember how it went just a few days ago, covered his teeth with his lips and sent out his tongue to wet the underside of Chris' cockhead and give it the go ahead to slide in. Chris both pushed forward and pulled Kelley toward him and watched as the spongy helmet pushed open the boy's lips and began to enter. Kelley quickly realized that this head was bigger than either Carlos'or Ruben's. He managed, all the same, to get it past the lips and into the vault of his mouth, his saliva going to work to make it a smooth and slippery entry as he bathed the head with his tongue. It was tiring working this big head with his tongue. It might have been different if it was hard like the shaft that was about to follow, but the head was spongier and provided increased resistance. Its very nature demanding that the love muscle in the young boy's mouth prod and massage it. And it took a lot of effort. As Kelley was tiring, though, he realized that all this did was to signal to Chris that this boy's boy surprisingly knew what he was doing. "Yeeeah," Chris moaned. He was going to enjoy this, and part of him was realizing that this kid was not really going to be hurt at the end of it. Forcing a kid to do something he didn't want to do, yet still not hurting him was the biggest turn-on for Chris. He wasn't quite as bad as his father in that he actually cared at some point within him, that nobody actually get hurt - genuinely hurt that is. Even with his little cousin, he made sure the little guy actually wanted his dick by teasing him with it, even if his cousin was shame-faced and reluctant. Chris still got off on forcing his way on others, but he liked to know they got something out of it in the end. And this boy almost two years younger than him, with his lips puckered up around that teen shaft, and bathing his sensitive cockhead in his own saliva, definitely wanted it somewhere. At least that's what he told himself. And Chris began to push in, feeling the tight ring of lips surrounding the whole of his girth and the rougher tongue sliding along the base as he pushed in and over the pink muscle. As he did so Chris realized he wanted to push into and across a different pink muscle. Kelley had felt the fullness in his mouth start to move as slowly the front of his mouth began filling and then more and more the whole of his mouth as the plunger he had been working began moving backward to his throat. Only the slightest bit of panic began to start, though, it was real, as Kelley realized he was about to be deep throated, just like Carlos had warned him could happen. At this point the fear of what was about to happen, feeling the strong hands grasping his head had his own hands helplessly just keeping balance on the hood of the car. There was a new feeling of shame. Kelley recalled Carlos talking to him about how to suck a cock in the future, and he remembered feeling embarrassed that some guy only a few years older thought that his first and only time was obviously a start of things to come. Not him!! But then here he was. Carlos had been right. Kelley felt shame again, but could not keep the saliva from flowing, and had to admit that at least Chris didn't taste bad, and besides being tired and bit sore in the mouth, he so far wasn't hurting. But he would when that huge head began moving into his throat. That's when the plunger stopped its inevitable trek and began sliding backward until it pulled free from his mouth. Kelley tried to lick up and swallow down some of the overabundance of saliva that had flowed unobstructed now that the erect dick and large dickhead were free and just floating there in front of him. He smacked his lips to stem the flow and worked his jaw around to get it used to being stress free again. "Liked that, didn't you boy?" Chris said to him, smiling down. It was a comforting smile, but Kelley got new worries as Chris hitched up his pants and walked around to the back where the butt had been exposed for some minutes now. Kelley just faced forward and steeled himself what was about to come. Chris had taken the lotion with him and now pushed part of the nozzle into Kelley's still tight, and still a little sore, boyhole. Chris squirted a fair amount of lotion straight up into Kelley's butt. The relative coolness and the suddenness of entry cause Kelley to lurch forward, as if he was trying to get away; but Chris caught his balls from behind and pulled him back and held him steady there. "Whoaaa, horsey, no bucking before the rider gets on, or in. You hear?" The hand on his balls and the moderate squeeze might have at another time produced a painful pain in Kelley, but now, after days of having his cock and sexual development teased without release of his own cum, it just produced a pleasurable pain in the boy, causing him to moan. "Unnnhhhhhooohh." He arched his back in slightly with this too, causing his behind to look a little more put out there. "Damn, this pony wants it bad!!" Chris said as he continued holding Kelley's maturing nutsack in one hand, pulling down slightly, and then squirting a fair load of lotion onto the top of his incredibly hard 14 year old dick. He passed the bottle over to his brother. "Go ahead and slick up, Eddie, that little bitch you got aint gonna be no trouble for you." Nathan was about to give a retort, but he caught Kelley's nonverbal communication, with his pained expression of desperately trying not to cum, not now, still nodding no and Nathan kept quiet. He felt soon felt the nozzle of the lotion pushed into his own ass and jumped a little at the feeling. It wasn't nearly as pleasant as being loaded with some boy's cum, Nathan thought. Although that too was soon about to happen. Chris meanwhile used his now free hand to lather up his dick with the lotion. He looked down at the ass before him, which looked clean (Clean? It was damn near edible!) to him, clean and luscious, and inviting, and he wiped the residue from his right hand around and in Kelley's cheeks where he was about to be penetrated. Chris finally let off of Kelley's balls, eliciting a long sigh from the younger boy, and instead grabbed a strong hold at the boy's left hip. He really held him firm, as if the boy at the last minute might bolt and run. Chris placed his large head right at the entrance of Kelley's rectum, the sense and friction of the smooth crinkled muscle getting Chris even harder. For sure, it was going to be no problem plunging this boy's depths, with or without cooperation. Chris took a hold of the other hip and began to push. Kelley pushed back, knowing now, from his one time earlier experience, that this would ease the passage of dick into his butt. But still, it was bigger than anything else that had been back there. "Yeeeeaaawwwaahhhhooohhh." It felt like he had just had a new hole punctured. "Stop! Stop! It's too big! Please." "Relax." Chris said calmly. "And quit your shouting. You want some of the boys that live near hear to come have a look at the two of you giving it away." "It's too big, uh, uh, officer, um. . . " "Deputy Chris," Chris reminded him, enjoying his new position of dominance over the boy. "Deputy Chris, sorry," it was quite a switch to see the normally strong and self confident Kelley so docile and servile, not that Nathan noticed as he too was now being penetrated, and by someone with a lot less experience and concern than Chris. "It's too big deputy Chris, please stop, please pull it out." "Relax, don't be a sissy. It's just the head that's real big, and that's already inside you. It'll hurt just as much or more to pull it out right now. Might as well leave it in." He was right, Kelley realized he was more in a state of panic than a state of fear and that the initial push had caused an upsurge in a searing pain that traveled up his body; but now it was just a minimal pain as his rectal muscle spasmed against the hard flesh that would not let it close. "We'll go when you're ready." Chris said. His pleasure didn't come from hurting people, just from dominating and forcing them. "But just so you know, the longer you wait, the more chance one of your friends will come along, see you like this, and get some ideas for later." "OK, OK. Just go ahead and do it." "Relax, I'm just kidding, a little. Relax and let me know when your ready. Don't worry about my dick, I don't think it's going down any until I fill your butt full of my cum." Kelley took advantage of the break to calm down, get his breathing in order. His rectal muscle was no longer spasming, but now decidedly gripping the intruder all around its circumference. In the meanwhile both he and Chris were listening to Nathan correcting and admonishing his penetrator to get him to do it right. "No, you idiot, not like that, . . . " What followed were instructions on how to do it right. Chris was laughing even while he was holding Kelley's warm hips and flexing his hardon so comfortably wrapped by the tight hole. Even Kelley thought it was funny. He didn't laugh, but he did relax a bit more. Eddie cursed Nathan and slapped the boys asscheek. Chris, surprising all of them, leaned over slapped Eddie up the backside of his head. "Quit fuckin around, Eddie, and do it right. Do it like he says or I'm gonna bend you over that hood and let both of them turn you into a pussy." Eddie chilled and started listening to Nathan and doing what the younger boy said. Nathan was soon cooing and ooohing, and despite this being a forced assault on his ass, was soon rocking into Eddie's crotch, now giving all new instructions that young Eddie was more than willing to follow. Kelley meanwhile had relaxed enough to take his own forced abuse. Unfortunately, Nathan's grunts of satisfaction and even the feeling of the static dick just keeping his lower love muscle stretched open, both brought his hard-on back up to full strength. It was unbelievable, given that he was being popped against his wishes. Still, he needed this to be over so he could get home and take care of his own monster. "I'm ready, um, deputy. You can start pushing it in me more." Chris just nodded but reached under Kelley to be sure. What he found there was straining to defy the laws of gravity. "Hell yeah, you're fucking ready." And with that he began his slow push in. Kelley could feel the large head, like a slowly moving battering ram, slowly pushing his guts out of the way for the shaft of dick to follow, the shaft that was even now running over the whole of his outer sphincter causing waves of unbelievable pleasure to shoot up his ass, ahead of the invading member and flooding his body with conflicting emotions and sensations. "Just . . uh . . . please . . .dont . . .I mean . .when you get . . .," Poor Kelley had to stop and collect himself. It was getting difficult to talk. "When you get . . . unnhhh . . . oh shit . . . all the way in. . .dont start . . .right away . . .doing me. . . please." Chris smiled down at the half bare back before him, with the T-shirt half pushed up, and the smooth unblemished skin running down along the back muscles to the point where those two globes somewhat ballooned out in the way that only a 12-year-old's ass can do sometimes, down the roundness with the darker crack between, in the midst of which was embedded his slowly advancing cock. He then said to the boy: "Damn, you really like this, don't ya kid?" "Yeeaahh;" Kelley moaned out. He couldn't have stopped it if he had tried. It just came out. "shit," he then muttered under his own breath. "No, I, unngh, don't." "This is hotter than anything I ever thought." Chris said this very quietly and to himself, as he went the last of the way and buried his whole dick to the hilt in pliant, quivering asshole muscle. He gave Kelley a chance before he started to pull out and fuck him; but he didn't just stand there and wait for the younger boy to get used to only the second dick he had ever had up his butt. Instead, Chris began a very subtle undulation that didn't actually move his dick in and out of the boypussy, but did cause a sense of motion and massage across the stretched and held open anal muscle. The massage was driving Kelley wild. It was as though he could not get enough of the dick in him, as though he was crazy to begin the fucking. What had Nathan done to him? That pre-fuck horniness when they were feeling each other up, together with his extreme need to cum after so much the last few days was taking away his sanity, almost. And Officer Fenton, too, when he grabbed Kelley had just made it worse. Kelley didn't even know who he was at the moment. He had dropped back down to animal instincts, almost, and was just going with what felt good - with whatever promised him relief. He was grinding his butt into Chris' undulating crotch, like he was mashing something into the ground. He was vaguely aware of someone named Kelley (his own self lost somewhere in the mad sea of hormonal need) trying to stop him, but he just groaned out: "Chris . . . " "Officer Chris, boy!" Even Chris' reply was starting to come through clenched teeth. He didn't actually realize Kelley's torment, since he was so caught up in the velvet luxury completely surrounding and constricting around his dick, just waiting to slip up and down the length of his hardness. "Officer Chris, sir, please . . . just . . . . . . start." Chris would have tortured the boy a bit more by making him say out loud exactly what he should start, but the promise of such a great fuck that awaited him only pushed him forward, compressing the resilient cheeks of Kelley's bottom before pulling out a whole inch and a half and driving it back in without pause. Again Kelley did not know whether to pull away from the invader or push back into it. His decision to do either might have been irrelevant with Chris' strong hands grasping him so securely about his upper butt. That part of his body wasn't going anywhere except where Chris wanted. Chris pulled out 2 1/2 inches on the next go and again went straight back in to the hilt, squashing the elastic ass in an effort to completely bury his heavy maturing boyhood deep inside, and looking down watching those beautiful white cheeks bounce right back as he pulled out 3 inches in a smooth unfaltering motion. He was fucking Kelley's ass good in no time, with a well timed rhythm that was bringing out sounds from the impaled bent-over boy to turn him on even more: "Aaaaagghh . . .unggghhh . . .uugghhhh . .ohohohohnghh . . .uhohahhhh . . . ." Anyone around would know that Kelley was being tortured with both pleasure and conflicting emotions. As well there was the heightened sensitivity to the physical motion that wasn't causing pain, but not pleasure either. It felt as something that just shouldn't be felt, way back at the end of his ass as the dick raked across his stretched hole. Like feeling a rough surface that gives you the willies: it doesn't hurt, but at the same time you may cringe from doing it. At the same time, however, the motion was stimulating and firing nerves that seemed to be directly connected to his own straining dick, to his balls going in overtime, and to places all over his body screaming simultaneously for joy, for shame, and for relief. Kelley's cries and groans were drowning out even Nathan's, who by this point was so totally into getting fucked. He had found his path in life for sure. Both boys had leaking dicks as they stood there out in the open, bent over the front of the patrol car having their back ends plowed. Kelley's dick, though, was amazingly leaking even more than he could probably cum on his own. His hands were gripping what they could of the patrol car hood as he ground his ass back into the pounding dick and crotch, his mind already blown by the intense need to finally get off, and by the bizarre barrage of occurrences that seemed to be assaulting his boyness over the last few days. For now, though, he just needed to shoot his own sperm like something fierce and the hard flesh pulling him open and driving into him seemed to be propelling him toward a completion of that need. Sure enough, after a couple more plunges of Chris' aching hard-on, with Chris thinking that fucking could not get much better than on this super mighty fine ass - fine with just barely the right plumpness and firmness, and tight with just the right silky, sinking, grippiness - and Chris knew he was about to blow a large load right up this kid's butthole and claim that squeezable flesh he was pumping. As he realized this, Kelley himself lost all ability to hold back and exploded with a yell over the side of the car. Despite all of his leaking he erupted an amount to rival Blaine's, at least it seemed so at that moment. However it seemed, there was no mistaking the loud splat that hit the metal of the fender, the "uuuunnnnnngghhhhhhh" of the writhing 12 year old, or the sudden tightening grip that clamped down on the 14 year old dick plowing him. It was the last sensation that Chris could remember for a few microseconds where he tried not to pass out. He gave one last hefty shove up Kelley's rectum and released his teen juice deep into the kid. It was one of the most satisfying cums for each. Satisfying, thrilling and pleasurable for Chris. Satisfying, disturbing and embarrassing for Kelley. Chris panted a few times, still implanted into the resigned and reddening younger boy and watched as his younger brother reach his own climax into the blond boy's smooth ass. The blond kid really seemed to be getting into it, whereas the kid Chris had fucked just seemed to need to get off. But oh man, what an ass!!! Chris got one last joyful look at the innocently seeming, now used, butt as he watched himself pull out and away from the kid that had submitted to this ultimate embarrassment. Chris still couldn't believe he had submitted, no matter threats of punishment. Still, if he had been locked up in downtown juvie for several hours, especially once it got around the facility that he had been making out in public with another boy, Kelley's reluctant ass would have had a line of hard, and possibly thicker and longer, dicks, just waiting to spew up the new pussy. So maybe it wasn't a bad decision for him. Still, Chris thought, sucks to be him. "All right, boys. You can get dressed now. Don't run off, though. My senior officer," and Chris smiled when he said this, "will probably want to speak with you. But I can tell you, as far as he is concerned, nothing happened here, and he doesn't want to hear any stories about what you think happened here. Got it?" "Yes, sir," both boys mumbled as they tugged at their swim suits, as though that would cover up their shame at this point. Even Nathan was subdued. Once the fun was over, he realized just what it was he had done, or rather what had been done to him. Both boys were still very much subdued and could not look Officer Bowers in the eye when he came back to lecture them on polluting the good community of Coolspring with their foul actions. "Now," Ed Bowers continued to the totally deflated boys, "Get yourselves out of here and back to where you belong. If I catch you up here doing anything like that or close to it again, I'll run you both into the city and let all the tough guys in juvie know that your tight little pussies have already been broken in. You got that?" "Yes, sir," came two meek replies. Kelley really did feel like he had his virginity taken again. He certainly had no energy or interest in trying to find the lawn care company today. He had been fucked and fucked-with enough for today. He was pissed with Nathan and mad at all the Bowers, but too tired and embarrassed to show or even fully feel his anger. All the way back to his house, neither he or Nathan talked, and it had nothing to do with 'Jinx'. Stupid game. He would never play that again. He took a long shower and tried to forget about his day, his friend Nathan, and the whole damn week. 7:30 pm "Kelley. Kelley!! Are you OK?" Kelley woke to find his brother Ethan shaking him awake. "What?" Kelley said sleepily. "Are you, OK? "Yeah, Ethan, I'm fine. What do you want?" "Dinner's ready and you've been sleepin' all afternoon, too. Are you sick?" "No! Look, go away. I'll be right down." Kelley was already at the dinner table before he realized that he was only wearing his underwear. White briefs just a size too small. White briefs? Where did those come from? "Why are you wearing my underwear?" He heard Ethan ask him. Before he could respond, Kelley heard his mom ask, "Sweetheart, are you all right? You don't look so good." "Um, I'm not. I'm gonna go back to bed." The next memory Kelley had was waking up about 8:00 in the am, wondering 'Where did Ethan get white briefs?'