Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2008 20:12:48 +0100
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Ch.17

Kids of Indian Spring
by Jonas Henley

Chapter 17


Friday, 16 June 1995
9:30 am

Friday morning, Kelley slept in past the time he normally got up, even for
summer.

On waking he stretched and found himself feeling - not exactly sore - but
full and a bit uncomfortable. He felt full in his butt; it felt like it had
been worn out by a big dump. Then he woke up fully and remembered last
night. He had been pumped good and hard by Casey's dick, his third time to
be fucked this week. No wonder his hole was feeling a little worn. But why
did he still feel like he had Casey's dick stuffed up his rectum?

Kelley groaned, realizing he did indeed need to take a huge dump. The
thought of it scared him for two reasons. One, he realized that he hadn't
gone in two days; and two, he was concerned that all the recent
fudgepacking he had been so kindly allowed to receive by the fates had
possibly done just that - packed him so hard that he had an impossibly
large buttload of waste needing to come out his now tender but still small
and tight hole. That meant his crap could exit out thicker than either
Casey's or Deputy boy's dicks were when they were going in. And out. And in
and out. And in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in---

"Oh man," he moaned out loud, putting his hands to the sides of his face
and pulling down in frustration. "I gotta stop thinking like that! What the
hell is wrong with me?"

He got up, walking just slightly bowlegged to the bathroom, thinking of the
reasons that he was dreading this. He was sure his little anus was tired of
being stretched open, and this one just could be the worst of all.

It was. If anyone had been home they would have heard a good whelp of pain
and amazement and a strained yell closely following. He was in agony
squeezed out the slowly moving oversized turd. Afterward, Kelley just sat
on the toilet panting. He felt better. A lot better. He didn't feel as
full, and his butthole felt forgiving - begrudged, but forgiving. He wasn't
as sore as he thought he would be.

Still, he felt a bit empty. But he was happy with that feeling, to be
honest.

Kelley walked through the house in just his boxers, finding out that he was
home alone. He didn't know where Ethan and Ashton had run off. He ambled
into the kitchen and began to pour himself a large bowl of cereal when the
front doorbell rang.

"Come in!!"  He yelled out loudly, closing up the box of cereal.

He thought he heard the door hesitantly open into the front hall. He went
to the refrigerator for milk and yelled out again. "I said come in!!"

It couldn't be Nathan, he would have come in pretty quick. Must be some kid
looking for Ashton. Well, could be somebody looking for him or Ethan. He
heard the footsteps enter and the door closing. Sounded like two people. He
paused in pouring his milk, startled in the realization that he was just in
a simple thin pair of boxers.

"Hey," he yelled out from the kitchen to whoever was in the hallway, "You
aren't a girl are you?"

"No." Came an older boy's voice, and soon an older boy's body came around
the corner. 13 and a half year old Lewis Kennedy smiled at Kelley. "Why?
You ain't afraid of girls are you?"

"No, I'm just not dressed."

Kelley was a bit dumfounded. He couldn't figure out why this guy was here.
Oh yeah, he had come here with Tripp the other day. The other boy with
Lewis looked just slightly older, a little more unpolished. He was just
checking out the house as he slowly wandered into the kitchen and smiled at
Kelley.

"What's up little man?  How's it hanging?"  The second older boy said.

"Hey." Kelley was uncertain as to what this kid was doing here, and at the
moment having trouble recalling why Lewis even came back.

"Cole, this is Kelley, the kid I made the deal with. Kelley, this is Cole,
he helped me get these back."

As he said this, Lewis set down an 8mm tape and some 3.5" floppy drives on
the counter, and Kelley's heart stopped as he remembered the deal he made
with Lewis.

"Fuck, dude," Cole said jovially. "He looks like he's just remembering the
deal he made with you." Both boys laughed at this. Kelley turned slightly
redder, with slightly wider eyes, and still unable to close his mouth.

"Yeah, well, his mouth's open. So far so good."  Lewis joked back.

"You sure he's gonna do this?" Cole was beginning to show the uneasiness he
had felt all along. "Maybe we're just looking to get in a whole bunch of
trouble, especially with all those pictures. We should've just destroyed
them with the others. No, we should have just left everything alone."

"Relax Cole; don't worry. It'll be cool, right Kelley? You seemed like a
pretty honest guy when we made this deal. Well, here's the proof. You still
want that agreement?"

"Um," Kelley was still trying to clear the mental cobwebs from his mind. "I
don't have anything to play that movie tape with."

"Well. If you got a computer, you can look at the disks, but I guess you'll
just have to trust me on the movie Tripp made. Just like I'm gonna trust
you once I give these to you - trust you to keep you your original deal. So
that's a blow job for the disks and movie, Cole gets one, too, since he
helped. Just like you had offered, right?"

Kelley's mouth and throat were dry, but he managed to croak out an
agreement.

"Fuck," Cole uttered quietly, reflexively grabbing his crotch, squeezing,
and readjusting myself as he heard Kelley confirm the agreement. So Lewis
really wasn't full of shit, and now it was Cole's turn to drop his jaw in
amazement.

"So you want to check out the disks, see that I'm not lying?"  Lewis asked.

"OK. Uh, well, I guess we can use my dad's computer; it's back in his
office."

It's not as though Kelley had any choice. It was the only computer in the
house. As he loaded the disks and flipped through picture after picture of
his brother's naked form, he could see everything documented, from the
straight 3 1/2 inch thickly erection, already losing it's little boy
smoothness to the crinkling scrotum hanging down with clear definition of
the weight of the two growing testicles. Ethan already had the nuts of
pubescence, if not the hair. He was still smooth above his dick, though
some light blond fuzz could be made out on many of the pictures. Kelley had
to admit that his brother was absolutely beautiful naked. And Tripp was a
good photographer.

"You sure this is everything?"

"Completely sure," Lewis said. "Everything's been wiped clean off his
computer, and his whole room searched. He also knows that if anything ever
comes up or we even think he's hiding anything, then we're gonna turn him
into a sex toy. Not really, but he's scared we were going to. So we left
him his other pics and destroyed everything with your brother on it."

Kelley nodded his head and kept flipping through the pics.

"Damn," Cole said over his shoulder. "That looks hot. You sure that lil'
dudes mouth ain't available?"

Before Kelley could respond, Lewis slapped Cole up the back of his head and
reiterated that Ethan was entirely off limits, and that meant even
references to him. Kelley meanwhile seemed almost perversely drawn to
taking in every picture of his brother's beautiful body. He even found the
pics of his small wrinkled hole to be beautiful, and there were several of
those in different poses - bent over a bed looking back at the camera, his
snow white cheeks plump and taking over two thirds of the frame - another
with one leg up and head down so that you could see an outline of his face
just under that hanging scrotum, the hole clean and tight and just visible
before the crack closed up and the tantalized eye traveled up those
luscious buttocks - another on his back, feet and legs held back out of the
way, smiling at the camera and the hills splayed to show the smooth virgin
valley between, just the twinkle of a wink suggested by his closed young
anal muscle, and his balls lazily relaxed above the view, each weighing
down its side of the ripening ballsac.

Kelley was amazed that his brother had posed for all these, and he was
equally stunned that he had actually gone through and looked at every
picture. It had been awhile since he had really looked at Ethan naked. It
seems maybe he actually wasn't TOO young for the white party. Kelley still
didn't want his little brother exposed to all that, be he had no say in the
matter; and it did at least now seem that Ethan would be capable of playing
his part and enjoying the White BVD lifestyle of the party. Kelley himself
was just not that interested in going up another boy's anus; as nice and
clean as Ethan's had looked, it just didn't interest Kelley that way.

Cole however, was turned on. He was squeezing his dick hard through his
pants and muttering to himself: "Fuck, look at that."

It was said quiet enough that Kelley chose to ignore the older boy's
comment about his little brother, showing his pert, tight, smooth and clean
little pucker on the on the computer screen for all three boys to see. But
Cole wasn't done with that comment.

"I wonder how fucking tight that would feel on my dick."

"Gross, Cole. That's an asshole, you sick fuck. Shit comes outta there.
Besides it's a boy!" Lewis said, shocked at his friend's observation.

"Dude, you're about to get blown by a boy."

"Yeah, but I'm not gonna be messing with his asshole."

"All right, dig this, though I shouldn't be telling you, you know the rumor
about how Aleisha Hollis puts out?"

"Yeah, but I don't believe it."

"Well, lets just say she really is a virgin, but me and Shane both fucked
her three weeks ago."

"What?? No way!!"

"Yep. Right up the ass. And it's fucking tight, dude. Pretty fucking hot
watching another guy do her, too."

"That's sick!" Lewis responded initially, but thought about it a sec,
feeling a stir in his dick. "She did not let you!"

"Swear she did, man. She won't again, at least she says when she wants she
will. But she digs it man. But I'm not supposed to say anything, so don't
tell anybody I told you, especially Shane."

Lewis thought about it some more and shook his head to clear his thoughts.
"Well, maybe it might be cool. But I told you the little kid's off limits.
Don't even bring him up, or you're out of this deal. OK? Me and Kelley here
had an understanding."

"I'm just saying, maybe this one here will be up for trying. Can't be the
first dick he's sucked, if he agreed to it. Maybe he'll do other stuff."

"No way," Lewis said, sticking up for Kelley for some reason. "You shoulda
seen the little dude fight, how angry he got. No way he's a fag man - just
would do anything to protect his little brother. Ain't that right, Kelley?"

Kelley didn't respond right away. He was only half following their
conversation going on behind him, as he sat there in another one of his
dazes. He just wasn't himself nowadays, couldn't seem to make rational
decisions, sometimes not even answer basic questions that should have
generated an automatic response.

Cole Haley didn't wait for Kelley to respond, though. "I'm not saying he's
gay, dude, just maybe he'll let us try a few things."

Cole then ran his hand through Kelley's hair and addressed him directly.
"How about it, dude, maybe let me and Lewis have a go at your ass. It'll be
cool; we won't tell no one, wont think bad about you, or anything. It'll
all be cool. We'll go easy like. Dude, this chick Aleisha I was talking
about, she REALLY dug it. Maybe you'll like it."

Lewis didn't give Kelley a chance to respond either. "Cole, he's not going
to do that shit. Leave him alone."

But Cole kept running his hand through Kelley's hair, something Kelley
would have pulled away from before, but as he sat here indecisive as to
what his life was turning out to be like, the gentle running through his
hair was almost comforting. For a brief thought, very very brief, he
wondered what Cole's dick would be like hard, what it would feel like
pushing in, slipping gently inside, and running deep into his . . . . .

Kelley shook his head violently to clear his thoughts. Honestly, what the
hell was wrong with him lately??

Cole and Lewis misunderstood this as an answer to Cole's proposition and
Cole backed off. "Whoa, OK, dude, just a question. I don't know, maybe you
woulda been up for it. It's cool. Maybe you can at least show us some
pussy?"

"Cole! Dude, give it up. He's a boy, dude."

Kelley came out of his reverie when he felt a gentle hand on his back press
in warmly and rub him just a little. He heard Lewis ask,

"Hey, uh, Kelley, are you OK with this? Going through with our original
deal, I mean."

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure, Lewis. A deal's a deal," Kelley was trying to put on
the bravest face he could, both inside and outside, just to get through
this. "I really appreciate you guys getting all this and destroying the
other stuff at Tripp's house. I guess, I should just go ahead and start."

Kelley got up from the desk awkwardly, his insides feeling like they were
about to fly out of him in any given second, but he got on his knees before
Lewis. Waiting around and fretting about it wasn't going to make his
promise and agreement go way, and delaying only increased the risk that one
of his brothers would come home and walk in on him - or worse, his dad
could come home for lunch!

Kelley moved in front of Lewis and took hold of the boy's zipper and pulled
it down. Lewis rested his hands on top of the younger boy's head and let
him do all the work, amazed as he felt the warm hands reach into his fly
and gently pull out his already rock hard dick. It was a tricky thing to do
and a couple of hip movements on Lewis' part aided in the endeavor. Soon
Lewis' flagpole was out in the open and he watched quietly and felt those
warm hands again, this time reaching for and appraising the whole of his
dick before coming down the base for a firm hold as another boy's mouth
descended for the first time over his rod of pleasure-craving flesh.

And boy did he ever get exactly what that dick was craving!!

Just the sight of the good looking, all-boy, reduced to his knees and
lowering his mouth over the flared head of his dick and sliding down the
shaft was enough to make him cum. Just the feel of that hot mouth going
over the spongy, only slightly resistant head was enough to make him cum.
But the total feel of hot slipperiness, even better than the feel of lotion
that reduced the friction of a hand rub to the imagined, as yet
unexperienced, vagina, that brought the level of a slip and slide of his
shaft to all new levels and that still allowed him the ability to feel
pressure sliding down his dick - this was driving him over the edge
quickly. He wanted so bad to prolong this, that despite the inexperience of
Kelley, not that Lewis would have any experience of knowing, he was going
to blow after just a couple minutes of exquisite torture of pleasure that
was driving him almost to his tiptoes.

He grabbed the sides of Kelley's head just above his ears and pulled him
down the top three inches that he could get in because of the boys hold and
exploded into the back of the kid's hot mouth.

"NNNGGGHHOOOOOOOOOOOHHH    FFFUUCCKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"






"NNGGGUUGHH"






"NNNGGUHHH"




"NGGuhh"




"NGuuhhh"


"Nguhh"


"Ngooh, Unh."

"Angh"

"Fuck."

Each yell accompanied a blast of hot semen that first shot into the back of
Kelley's throat, forcing him to swallow, with successive shots flooding the
back of his mouth - which, not feeling empowered to do much else, Kelley
still swallowed, tasting fully the warm, sweet-tinged saltiness of the
slightly sticky fluid as it slid back and then down with a definite
purposeful swallow. The thrusts and grunts persisted, even as the last of
the shots flowed out, and the spasms of intense pleasure continued for
Lewis, driving the young boy on his tiptoes to unimagined pleasure, almost
causing him to topple on Kelley.

Kelley sensed the imbalance about to collapse on him and reflexively placed
his own hands around Lewis' midsection to stabilize the boy. Kelley was
concentrating on swallowing the cum, and he was remembering Carlos' cum
that had spread out over his tongue. He was remembering that flavor as
well, tangier but about as salty. He didn't realize, though, that as he
moved his hands, nothing was holding Lewis' dick back, and now the last two
inches slipped in and into the back of Kelley's throat. There was no more
cum issuing out from the head, at least not that Kelley could tell, but he
could still feel the dick spasms over his tongue. He was still
concentrating on swallowing - except now he was swallowing dick, not cum,
and just trying to override his gag reflex.

Finally Lewis regained some of his senses, though not much of his
stability, and he pulled out of Kelley's throat and out of the mouth and
staggered back a little. Looking for a place to sit, he chose a low bench
over by the window. Kelley wiped the back of his mouth and looked at the
still wet dick, about 5 inches or more, hanging off Lewis' midsection,
having lost none of its plump and only enough of its hardness to hang
slightly below horizontal. The boy's balls, pulled out the same time he
worked out the dick, were big and only just now receding back down from
their excited state. Kelley was realizing, just now, how much cum he had
swallowed.

So how many boys' cum had he eaten now, he thought randomly? He was
interrupted, though, by the next boy in turn.

"Fuck!! Dude, that was awesome! Geez, Lewis, are you gonna live?" Cole said
with a laugh.

Lewis tried to laugh back, but he was out of breath, and still too blown
away, wondering himself if he was going to survive the biggest orgasm of
his young life. Wondering deeper down if he would ever hit such an
incredible high again, and at the same time knowing he absolute, without
fail, had to come back for more.

Meanwhile Cole beckoned to Kelley and began undoing his own pants, dropping
both pants and underwear to the floor, now motioning to Kelley with both
hands, as if anticipating some weird hug from a midget. Kelley shuffled
over on his knees to the rock hard dick before him. Though Cole's balls
were no bigger than Lewis' and he barely had any hair on them, his dick
shot up a half inch higher, just a bit higher than even Carlos' had been.
It may have even been a bit thicker, but it was difficult to tell. Cole had
sparse dark brown pubic hair that was wild at the base of his dick, though
it didn't really extend very far upward.

Cole pulled off his shirt, as well, before Kelley got up to him and
revealed a surprisingly sculpted chest, not muscular like he had worked
out, but all boy, and that of an active boy. There was no fat; it was the
brown of summer, and just the barest hint of a beginning happy trail could
be imagined below the inward belly button, dropping down a few inches,
drawing Kelley's eye once again to the flared dickhead and the straight
shaft below. Lewis' had had the slightest of a bent, but this one, this one
was a beautiful specimen of straight boy dick.

It was the view of the dark brown, flat nickel-sized nipples and the
rippling muscle of his taut abdomen, however, that had, inexplicably, begun
giving Kelley a bit of a stiffie himself. He was embarrassed and confused
as to why; his face flushed and he bent his head to concentrate on what he
supposed to be doing. But the filling out of his boxers didn't escape
Cole's notice.

In a throaty voice, revealing he himself was already transcending the
current plane of pleasure existence, Cole told the kneeling boy: "Take off
your boxers."

"What?  Why . . ."

"Just do it, dude!"

Cole wasn't commanding, so much as desperate to begin.

Kelley hesitated only briefly before realizing it wasn't as though he could
be any more humiliated or subjugated. After all he was already sucking
dick, for cripes sake! So he stood briefly and dropped his boxers. Cole
stroked his dick at the sight of the young 4 inch spout from the soft nest
of honey colored pubes, all above an already darkened and crinkled nutsack,
also drawn up in the perfect pouch. Cole had been told by a couple of girls
that he had a superbly nice dick, but here was a boy with truly the
perfection of what boy dick and balls meant.

Kelley got back down on his knees to finish his job. He grabbed for the
iron hard dick with the loose warm overriding skin that allowed him to give
it a few good jerks before leaning in.

"I wanna push it all the way in your throat."

"No."  Kelley stated in a voice not to be countered.  "Maybe next time."

Cole accepted that and watched the boy's mouth open and the tongue slip
out. As the top lip went over the dark purplish-brown helmet, the tongue
went under the base and pressed hard at the area where head met shaft and
gave a good swirl to the whole of the head.

"Oh, fuck!! That's so fucking good!"

The feelings kept increasing, the moans, the groans, the shouts - this one
wasn't a quiet cummer. Kelley kept at it, concentrating on the head, almost
relishing the learning curve, like he was learning baseball all over again
and looking forward to beating the other team, except he wasn't quite
framing that comparison, or even realizing it. He was just working hard on
getting this kid to get off quickly and trying to avoid deep throating him.

Even as he swirled his tongue and bobbed his head up and down the 2 and a
half inches of dick that he decided he would take, he was conscious of the
end point of his goal. The boy he was blowing would cum, and cum hard. And
when this kid came it would probably be more than Lewis, he was pretty sure
of that; and, unlike the first three blow jobs he had done, this dick would
explode at the front of his mouth, this boy would be filling his mouth with
come, not his throat. He would still be swallowing it down, but there would
be more of a flavor, more of a feel and understanding of what he was taking
in and holding in his own mouth.

Kelley hadn't even been able to get a girls tongue in his mouth before now,
and here he was taking dick and sucking for the copious cream to swallow
down.

As these thoughts rushed in to overload his concentration on the technique
of what he was doing, the older boy was on cue and grabbed the sides of
Kelley's head, just as Lewis had; but instead of trying to move his dick
farther into the warm and wet cavern, he was trying to slow down the
movement, draw out each agonizingly pleasurable suction down his shaft and
maybe even purposefully release all of his seed right there over Kelley's
tongue that was just now swabbing the head.

Which is exactly what he did.

It was a lot of cum that suddenly came flooding into Kelley's mouth.

The novel experience of having his tongue right there, as the thick, but
fluid, cream was pumped in, gave the sensation of there being three times
as much or more than there really was. After three pumpfuls accumulated,
Kelley began swallowing the load to keep from spilling out of his mouth. As
he swallowed, he worked his tongue over the head and then down the upper
part of the shaft. Without realizing it, Kelley was literally swallowing
the boy's dick.

He was three inches in when he started to back up, but he had already
started triggering a second orgasm, even so close on the heels of the
first, and Cole dug his fingers farther into Kelley's hair and pulled the
boy the rest of the way down on his cock.

The hard dick wasn't so hard now, but hadn't lost much of its length or
girth. It was just hard enough to plow its way into the cave at the base of
the tongue and just soft enough to slide in without a hitch, down into the
relatively inexperienced throat. Kelley had no time to object as a second
smaller set of volleys fired warm cum straight into his throat, and he
swallowed away, forgetting for the moment that he couldn't breath.

As the last major spasm came out dry, Kelley sensed the weakening of the
older boy and pushed him off and out of his mouth, gasping now for air. He
gasped a bit too soon though and came up choking, gagging, and coughing
from the load of sperm sent down his gullet.

"Are you OK?"

Kelley nodded and looked up at the voice, still coughing, just in time to
see Lewis pull the front of his underwear up over his balls and slightly
engorged cock. He saw that flash of hair that reminded him of the sperm he
had swallowed just a few moments before.

"So, the rest of our deal is still good?" Lewis asked. Kelley's coughing
fit was dying down. Lewis was nervous in asking. He so much wanted more,
but was afraid something about this was wrong. But the prospect of more
feelings like the orgasm he had had earlier drove him onward. "I mean, our
deal was you would keep giving blowjobs until we were satisfied that it was
a good job. I mean, you know, that probably means no coughing. You know,
being able to take the whole cock in."

Lewis almost blushed as he continued, but Kelley was still having
difficulty finding his voice. Kelley blushed himself as he realized he was
buck naked. He merely nodded again, giving his assent. He was for the
moment unable to vocalize, but fully able to understand the devastating
meaning of what he had promised, just to keep his little brother safe. He
looked over at Cole, leaned back against the bookcase with his knees
sprawled, dick just lounging below the hem of his T-shirt, a few of those
wild pubic hairs coming out from under the hem as well.

Kelley swallowed again and too a deep breath, feeling more in control of
his voice. "Get dressed. I don't want my brothers coming home and seeing
you here."

"Sure thing, dude. Damn, that was good!!"

"So, we're done then?"

"Well . . . it COULD have been better." Cole said with something of an evil
smile.

"Whatever. Just get dressed and get out."

Something else nagged Kelley before the boys left, and Kelley caught them
as they were just straddling their bikes to leave.

"Wait a minute, there's something else," he said, looking directly at Cole.






11:05 am

After the boys left Kelley sat down at the breakfast table with his soggy
cereal and looked at the tape and floppy disks in front of him, and holding
several Polaroid pics.

"So what do I do with you guys?"

Kelley was half ashamed part of him wanted to keep them. It made him
nauseous in a way. And he was half ashamed at what he had done to get them.
He wished deep down he wasn't so honest so that he wouldn't keep the rest
of promise. Now that he had the goods, he could just forget the rest of his
promise to Lewis and Cole. But he wasn't like that. And that made him
nauseous, as well.

Besides, this wasn't quite all the pics. There were still two more.

Despite how he felt, though, and despite how the cereal looked, he dug into
the slop before him. He wasn't hungry. He just needed to flush out his
mouth and throat.












10:24 am

"And he's not gonna tell your parents?"

"No, said he wasn't."

"But, he's really that mad at you?"

"Well, I don't know about now, but yesterday morning he was. I told you I
couldn't hardly sit down when I came home for lunch."

"I can't believe Randy's dad gave you a spanking."

"Well, I was just scared shitless he was going to tell my dad."

The boys were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa in the Prosper living
room. Ezekiel's mother was out running errands, and he was sitting up, feet
on the sofa, facing his guest. Zeke had been slow in getting up that
morning, but since he looked so worn out, and possibly sick last night, his
mom let him sleep in. He answered the door in just his boxers once he
realized it was just Ian and Nathan. Nathan he was OK with being there, but
he let Ian know that he wasn't really welcome and soon sent the smaller boy
on his way.

"I don't get why Mr. West was mad at you, though. It was all Randy's
fault." Nate said.





Earlier . . . . . :

Mark West was a mad and troubled kid on Wednesday. He didn't understand why
Zeke Prosper, the only one of his brother's friends that he actually liked
and looked up to, would ever let himself be used like he was. There had to
be a terrible reason; and Wednesday Night he finally found out what it was.
He didn't know how the videos and pictures got taken, or what made him do
anything like that in the first place, but he knew Zeke was being
blackmailed by Randy.

Mark West was four months shy of 12, but he thought and acted more like 14
or 15. He understood blackmail, he understood right and wrong, and he
didn't like what was happening. He hated seeing his cousins doing that to
Zeke, hated his brother, though that went back a ways, and hated that his
Uncle Andy, who he used to like, but who let everything happen last night.
When Mark left the room Wednesday night, leaving his cousin Chad to collect
his blow job in private, it wasn't to go to bed angry. It was to go to
Randy's room angry.

Randy never was very good at hiding things. His parents knew about the
Playboy's, but they decided to let him keep them without saying anything.
They knew about the 1-2 per cigarettes per week, though five weeks ago they
let him know if they ever found another one his ass would be the only thing
that ever smoked again. Unfortunately two weeks later they found another
butt in the back yard. Unfortunately, Mark thought, because they let him
have another chance.

Also, anytime Randy took something from Mark out of meanness, it was the
simplest thing for Mark to go and find it, and Randy not to realize he had
for several days.

That, together with Mark's uncanny ability in locating every one of his
Christmas presents from the time he was five and could manipulate a ladder,
allowed Mark to quickly find two videos and multiple polaroids of the nasty
things Randy made Zeke do. The videos were unedited and further proved that
Randy was making the boy do things against his will. (Mark dutifully chose
to ignore the amazing, yet incomprehensible, hard-on he got when watching
the videos. Of course, he had to watch all of both videos, for the sake of
being fair to all concerned.)

So when Randy went out yesterday morning to get Shane, and his Uncle Andrew
shuffled out the door with his hangover, taking his sons home with him,
Mark called his dad at work and demanded he come home.

"Mark, what's going on? Why can't you just tell me over the phone? I have
an important meeting next." He could tell Mark was very upset; he just
couldn't tell why.

"Dad! I want you to come home!! NOW!" And he hung up the phone. Actually he
slammed the phone back down on the receiver. He was shaking more than a
bit. He had never talked to his father like that before, and was a pretty
worried what the consequences of that would be. Plus he was still furious
over what had happened. And as well was actually scared that Randy would
come home before his dad. (He was also confused and a bit guilty about
having watched all of both tapes. He tried justifying it, though it sounded
hollow even to him. Fortunately his dad never pursued the why of that,
though there was a silent look between them that let him know that his dad
not only knew, but found it a bit irregular.)

As for Randy coming home early, Mark could hold his own against Randy for a
little while. He had really been growing over the last year. He was only a
bit below Randy in everything, weight, height, strength, and even dick,
balls, and hair. Plus he had anger, which was to his advantage. But then he
also had fear. And Randy would be pretty pissed as well. And could destroy
the evidence. His dad would never believe him, then. After that, Randy
would probably make him do the same things, after he daily beat the crap
out of him.

Mark had worked himself up pretty good before his dad got home; worked
himself into more of a fearful tizzy than he probably even should have; but
it all played out the worse for Randy; for seeing Mark in the state he was
in, upped Jackson West's level of concern even before he saw the evidence.
Jackson West was angry. Very very angry. He called his wife home and had
her take Mark somewhere safe while he figured out what to do with Randy,
his nephews, and his older brother Andrew.

By the time, Zeke arrived, Randy was naked, squatting on the floor, and
crying. Not alligator crying, but big ole tears, red butt sort of crying.
Jackson West was short and to the point in laying out the story he heard
and asking Zeke to tell the truth.

"You'll get three whips of the belt each time you hesitate in answering me,
or each time I think you are holding back or not telling the truth. And
they will be hard whips. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir,"  he could barely get out.

"I will have the truth as to what has been going on!"

This man terrified him more than the thought of any of this getting around
school, and he amazed even himself and proceeded to tell the whole story
from the initial uncertainty as to why he ever let Ian Cormack do anything
to him to just one hour prior when Randy showed up with Shane Walther.

"Is that everything, Ezekiel?" Mr. West asked, still holding the belt like
a menacing guard of some underworld or third world torture chamber.

At least that's what it looked like to Zeke. He eyed the belt nervously and
stammered a quiet reply, "Y-y-yes, s-sir."

"Good. Thank you for telling me the truth."

Zeke sighed in relief. He didn't want to feel that belt. The last time he
had been spanked was 6 years ago, or more. He could only imagine how badly
Randy's ass was stinging. That belt looked menacing enough, but Mr. West
was strong AND pissed. Not a good combination in someone tanning your butt.

Mr. West still had something more to say before letting Ezekiel go home.

"Now, step up to the desk, drop your shorts, and bend over."

"WHAT??!!"

"You heard me, Ezekiel. If you don't want to do as I ask, I'll be more than
happy to discuss all of this with your parents. If you would rather I
handle it without getting them involved, then you will do as I ask."

"But I didn't do anything wrong."

"We'll cover that point in just a minute. Now, do I double your punishment
AND tell your parents, or are you going to do as I say?"

Ezekiel numbly stepped up to and faced the side of this desk. His hands
undid the snap and zipper of his jeans of their own accord - his mind still
trying to work out what was happening. He dropped his pants to the floor,
butt already exposed, as he had been going commando per Randy's request for
that morning.

"You'll get the first three spanks to get your full attention, and then
we'll talk about what you did wrong."

"FIRST three?" Ezekiel barely got out in his shock. He had his back to Mr
West and bent over when reminded to for the second time.

"Now, grab hold of the sides of the desk. If you let go, even for an
instant, then we add one blow each time either hand lets go of the desk. Do
you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

His butt was naked and exposed, bent over and presented in the perfect
position for the belt that was wavering somewhere behind him. The
anticipation of pain (and not knowing at what instant it was coming) and
the embarrassment of the position (and not knowing when it would end)
almost made him want to piss on the floor in nervousness.

He felt Mr. West's larger and stronger hand grasp a hold of his butt. He
could grasp more of his ass than Randy, his hands rougher, and surer.
Ezekiel couldn't help but get a small rise in his dick and some added color
to his face. He felt his cheeks parted, and Mr. West commenting that he
didn't see any damage.

"So looks like you survived Todd's larger penis well enough."

Ezekiel again felt the strong hand on his ass, felt an almost imperceptible
squeeze of his right cheek, followed by an almost imperceptible gasp from
his own throat. Again his penis rose a bit more - and more to his shame.
The man's hand traveled up the fine, sculpted boy ass to just under them
and then in a swift moment ran across the boy's smooth back, bringing the
shirt up with it and exposing Ezekiel fully to view.

Mr. West patted the nice ass and said, "Ezekiel, my boy, you do have a nice
ass there. I can see where it was so addicting to Randy and Todd, though
that doesn't excuse their behavior."

Ezekiel's mind was flush with the thought of the comment and was trying to
make out the full import of it, as well as figure out why, exactly, he was
the one being punished. He didn't get very far with the thought, though,
because without any more warning:

"CRRRAAAACCCKK!!"

The whipping sound of flat leather on unblemished ass resounded in the
room, quickly followed by a howl of pain and surprise from the bent-over 12
year old boy being punished. His first thought was to let go of the desk,
leap up and grab his ass to put out the sudden fire there. But a deeper
part of the mind that wanted no more of these than already planned
remembered the warning and clamped the hands down tight on the sides of the
desk.

"CRRAAAACCCKKK!!"

"AAGGHHHHH!!!!" Ezekiel yelled out, barely keeping his voice clear of curse
words and pleadings to stop. He definitely wasn't used to being spanked.

"CRRAAAACCCKK!@!

That last one had a little whip action at the end of it and stung like a
bionic towel snap. His knuckles were white from holding on to the desk,
though his lower body was dancing to get away.

Jackson West let the boy stay like that for awhile as the pain died down -
a little - and the embarrassment rose.

"Now stand up and face me, Ezekiel. I want you to understand why you are
being punished."

Zeke did as he was told, wiped some of the tears out of his eyes, trying to
decide whether the other hand should cover up his genitals or rub his butt.
But Mr. West decided that for him.

"Hands by your side, son."

The way he addressed him, Ezekiel could almost imagine his own dad as the
one punishing him, except he would do ANYTHING to keep his dad from finding
out about the things he had done over the last few weeks.

Mr. West then explained why he was being punished - which was mainly that
he had allowed himself to be used and abused without seeking help, telling
anyone, or taking a more definitive stand for himself. His failure to do
these things only made everything worse for himself. Yes, he was the victim
here, but he should have had more respect for himself. He was worth more as
a human being than he was allowing himself to be. The spanking was a way
for him to associate the consequences with the fact that it was not
acceptable to let yourself be a rag doll at someone else's pleasure and
amusement.

"Do you understand all that?"

"Yes, sir, I think so."

"Good, and I want you to think about that over the next few days. At least
the sting of these spankings will make you think hard about it for the rest
of the day today, and maybe tomorrow. Maybe one day you'll understand that,
as mad as I am, this punishment is given out of love and respect more than
disappointment."

Ezekiel wasn't sure how to respond, though he had to agree he would
definitely not be able to ignore this for the next two days, especially
each time he tried or wanted to sit down.

"You will get a total of 13 strikes with the belt, one for each year of
your life to remind you of how old you need to be acting, and one extra to
take you into the next year. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, turn around, bend over and present your butt. Grab hold of the sides
of the desk and tell me when you are ready for the next one. There will be
ten more, and I want you to count them off after each strike."

"Yes, sir. I'm ready for the next one." Ezekiel tried to recall his former
confident self and pull that together as he said this. He wanted to be the
man for his own punishment. And he was ready for this all to be over.

"Crraacck!"

"One, sir."

"Craacckk!!"

"Two, sir."

"Craaacckkk!"

"Three."

"Craaacckk!!

"Four!"

The spanks were not nearly as hard as the first three used to get his
attention. But his ass had already been primed and the cumulative effect of
fire and sting was definitely burning a permanent memory into the skin
cells of his hopefully forgiving but and the brain cells of his behavioral
center.

"Craacckkk!!"

"Five!!"

"Cracckkk!!

"Six!! Fuck!"

"No cursing!!"

"CRRAAACCKK"

"SAHHOWWW, SORRY!! Seven, sorry, seven!!

"Craaaccckk!!

"EEIIGHHT!!!!!!"

"Cracckkkk!!"

"NIIIIIIINNE!!!!"  And a sob erupted after this one.

Mr. West had long felt he made his point and didn't want to give anymore,
but he felt he had to finish what he said he would do. But he made the last
hardly without much effort.

"crack."

But Ezekiel was already sobbing. It wasn't just the pain, though his ass
felt like jalapeno peppers were line dancing on it with golf shoes. But the
accumulation of pain, anguish, remorse, humiliation, and lost innocence all
came flooding out. Mr West pulled him up and into a hug, comforting the boy
and telling him that nothing in life is so bad that you cannot keep going,
cannot keep aiming for what you want, as long as you learn from your
mistakes.

Strangely enough, after a little while when he disengaged himself and
gingerly pulled up and refastened his pants, he did feel a bit better, a
bit stronger and more of man. He had taken his punishment for not standing
up for himself and his actions sooner and felt the better for it. But he
was still scared of his father finding out.

"Don't worry, Zeke," Mr. West said, pulling him into a semi hug, "Word of
this wont leak out unless you want it to. I guarantee you, not Randy, his
brother, his cousins or anybody, will say anything, OK?"

"Yes, sir. Um, thanks, Mr. West."

Ezekiel tried to walk home without letting his pants actually touch his
backside. He hoped nobody saw him going home.








He didn't know what else happened to Randy that day. He didn't look at or
acknowledge him after the first sight of his sniveling reduced self on the
floor. And he didn't know what came of the cousins, though Mr. West assured
him that they and their dad would be taken care of as well. The only person
left to put straight was Ian and his brother Connor, though Zeke had
decided he would probably just stay away from Connor.

Then came the knock at the door that morning, and he had his opportunity,
only to once again be disarmed.

At first Zeke was surprised at Ian's heartfelt apology; he didn't think he
could be more surprised, actually. But he was wrong, because then Ian began
hurriedly telling him of his plan while an unsure and slightly nervous
Nathan looked on. Zeke was a little shocked, but managed to say thanks but
no thanks, tell Ian everything had already been resolved by Mr. West and
then showed him out the door.

Ian was disappointed and took a few moments on the doorstep to bring
himself around. He had to admit his disappoint went beyond the loss of
being able to redeem himself. It had a bit of a prurient nature to it as
well. He felt a stirring in his guts, his mind, and his pants and smiled.
He wondered if he could find that kid with the gold tooth again, Morgan
Lowry. Somebody had to know where the kid lived.

So Ian left, but Zeke had invited Nate to stay, and he proceeded to tell
the blond boy about what happened at the West's yesterday morning, but he
still couldn't get over what Ian and Nathan wanted him to do.

"Did you really buy into that crap Ian was saying? I don't know. It's like
he's not sorry at all. Like I would want anything to do with anybody in his
family."

"The rest of them aren't bad! Honest! Even Connor's not that bad. He's
never tried to mess with me."

"Well I guess that's good for you, Nate." Zeke responded a bit bitterly and
closed up his legs a little. He had been keeping them a bit relaxed, facing
Nate on the couch, and indulging the boy with his furtive peeks up Zeke's
alley. It had truthfully been giving Zeke a bit of a thrill.

"Don't be like that."

"Sorry. But I don't like them."

"Well, at any rate. I guess that's why I believed, kinda sorta, what Ian
was saying about Duncan having some kind of protective powers. I mean
people say their cousins are witches, or something. I don't know. I guess
it's stupid. But I do know nobody ever messes with anybody that's friends,
or maybe closer, to Duncan. At least, unless they want to be messed with by
someone." Nathan kept mumbling through his answer, only to turn a bit red
in the face at the end.

Zeke smiled and once again opened his legs back up, though without
realizing it. This boy was so cute when he got flustered. The part of
Zeke's mind that revolted with such thoughts wasn't getting any attention
from Zeke, however, and Zeke smiled at the boy, stretched out one leg
absent-mindedly and began running his foot along the boy's leg, just above
the knee.

"And you like Duncan messing with you?"

Nate had trouble finding his voice.  "Um, yeah. He's a really great guy."

Zeke laughed to himself. Nathan was so into it, it was funny. But when he
got back to school it wouldn't be funny any more. Nathan was a nice kid, he
would be chewed up and spat out by a hundred Randy's floating around Jolsen
Middle School. Zeke frowned. He wasn't like Nathan, that much he knew, but
he was partial to the kid, even if they never did anything else. He didn't
want anyone messing with Nate.

"What?" Nate asked, trying to force his eyes to not drift lower and look up
the ballooned leg of the boxers revealing a delicious set of hanging balls,
or at least one of them, and maybe the head and first inch of a lazy penis,
with the hint of a bit of hair back there as well. "Why are you frowning?"

"You have to be careful, Nate. You can't do ANYTHING with anybody else at
Jolsen. There's more people out there like Randy and Connor."

"Connor's not that bad, really, Zeke , , , ,"

"Dude, shut up and listen. People here in Sweetwater, they don't care.
Maybe a lot of your friends are cool that you . . . uh . . . . you, uh . .
. ."

"Like boys?"

"Um, yeah. Anyway, it's too dangerous, even just messing with me. Maybe I
wouldn't have been so nice after Randy was taken care of. Did you ever
think of that?"

"Connor would rip your nuts off and make you eat them." It was unnerving
the way Nate said that with a smile.

Zeke unsuccessfully tried to suppress the shiver that went through him.
"Yeah, you're probably right." He suddenly remembered how Connor had
reacted the last time when he (stupidly, he now realized) called Nate a bad
name.

"But Kelley and Duncan would probably get you first." Nathan added, with no
more comfort for Zeke.

Zeke gave a nervous laugh. He was realizing just how well protected this
kid really was. He was somewhat embarrassed to even offer the next
statement, but it came from deep inside. "Well, if you need another friend
watching out for you, you got me. You know, I'm not so bad myself in
protecting people."

Nathan smiled at the offer, but there was something more he wanted from
this boy, and he wanted that more than future protection. If it was his
last glimpse of the near perfect dick, Kelley Tucker's not withstanding, it
was worth this venture. "Actually, there's something else you got that I
want more right now."

"Wha . . . . oh fuucckk."

Nate had reached into the crotch of the boxers and grabbed the dick,
rapidly moving it from a semi-relaxed to a semi-rigid state. Zeke felt his
hardening dick grabbed through the thin fabric of his boxers and slowed his
immediate response of knocking the hand away. His own hands slowed
regressed back to his sides and he began a slow series of undulating
movement in his hips and moaned out his pleasure of the younger boy's
courage. He even lifted his hips and let the boy pull the waistband down
and the boxers eventually off his legs.

Zeke breathed unevenly at the anticipation of what could happen, unknown,
but probably exciting and sexually enticing. He leaned back without saying
anything, becoming more breathless and just trying to skirt that edge of
release without getting too far away from the absolute pleasure, but not
wanting to spillover and lose it all before Nate even had a chance to show
exactly where he was going with this. Zeke breathed in sharply as he
watched the blond head bend down and then felt the hot breath on the
sensitive head of his now fully engorged and erect dick.

As much as he wanted to watch, his eyes rolled back on their own, as he
felt the wet tongue tip on his dick; then it swirled the head as the whole
helmet was brought into the boy's warm mouth. Zeke reflexively brought his
hands up and dove into the boy's blond hair. He lifted his own head back up
to watch the eager boy now downing the first two inches of dick with ease.
Zeke moaned and began pushing down slightly while massaging through the
hair. At the same time his hips began pumping the willing mouth, reaching
for the hopefully as-willing throat.

It wasn't long before gibberish was lolling out of Zeke's orgasm drunken
mouth, a he was now holding the young boy's head more surely and slow
pumping deep, all 4 and 1/2 inches reaching in and loving the depths of
swaddled wet heat. He was groaning out each thrust inward and now felt the
boys hands reach under and start massaging and squeezing his ass. And damn
did that feel good.

Nate was even pulling the boy deeper into him, willing the whole of the
dick inside and working on coordinating his breathing with the muscles
massaging the underside, and generally the whole of the dick deep within
him. Nate was also loving the opportunity of having his nose pressed into
the small nest of hairs at the base of Zeke's amazing and hard dick. It
therefore worked out great that Zeke wanted a pause at the end of each deep
thrust and feel the wettest and softest part of the throat on the very tip
of his dick, feeling the thrill of being so personally implanted in the
boy, as well as the physical thrill of the flutter there right on the tip
near his dick hole.

It worked out for Nate as well, as he would slightly rub his nose through
the small nest of soft hairs, eliciting more moans and uncontrollable
slight jerks and bumps of Zeke's body, and just before his mouth and lips
were separated from the beautiful boy's skin, feeling even the rim of
scrotal flesh along the lower lip, knowing that below there was being
produced the very essence of Zeke, soon to be released and wonderfully fed
to him in great anticipation. On the trip back up from this, Nate would
breath in deep to lock away the delicious and very smell of Zeke at 12
years of age, as painted against Nate's nose by the soft brushes of his
pubic hair.

Zeke could feel the coordinated swallows against the end of his dick,
really working the spongy head and getting a fine mash on those sensitive
nerves, and he couldn't hold out, He groaned out another burgeoning
adolescent "Oh fffuck, Naattte!!" and exploded against the back of that
throat.

The swells of orgasm amazed him as he still felt the continued sucking
against his dick, from the head down along the first two inches of shaft,
as this equally amazing boy swallowed it all down, seemingly loving the
taste and texture of Zeke's output. Zeke didn't have any judgment against
Nate for loving it, and never had a thought of comparing it to his own sad
and confused experiences. He simply knew that the greatest feeling on earth
had spread through his body, ejaculated out, and passed into this other
boy; and now a part of him was resting in that taut belly, the center of
the warm body he wanted to pull up and hold like his most comforting
pillow.

But even as he was coming down from his high, Nate had come off the dick,
letting the flaccid demi-beast lay full and fat, exhausted off to the side,
while he deliberately pressed his nose into the small bush of pubic hairs
and took several deep draughts of Zekeness into his lungs, filling the
bases as much as he could and cementing the pleasant memory of smell to the
midday pleasure of pleasuring a friend.

He moved down to the still hairless, but well-crinkled scrotum, jostled it
slightly with his nose and began placing light kisses along the stretched
sides. Zeke's dick unbelievably began to respond. He had never come back
this quick before and he slowed his breaths, holding a few, while he
watched Nate continue his journey to the bases of his balls and felt the
quick, moist pecks along the still charged base of his storehouse of youth.
His dick continued to refill and slowly lifted itself clear of his body - a
feeling of pleasurable need spreading out just under the surface of skin
all down the front of the shaft.

A slight gasp came as he watched and felt the young hot mouth gently suck
in and tongue massage his right nut. The dick expanded rapidly and was now
back to straight, very quickly becoming hard. Nate released one and quickly
sucked in the other ball eliciting a stronger gasp from Zeke and a leap to
final straining hardness in his dick.

Zeke's two heads were swimming with a disarray of lust, teasing, desire,
confusion, and urge, and Zeke could only croak out, "Nate . . . . please .
. . ."

Nate knew what it meant. He smiled as he released the left nut, one half of
the blessed source of the goodness he was actually craving more of. The
last sample of Zeke's sperm and semen had been truly delicious to him, as
the offer of it had carried more than just taste. He brought himself back
up again, once more over the rigid pole of boymeat and descended down,
swallowing half immediately and sucking down the rest. He went slower and
it took longer, driving Zeke out of his mind with a low level, but intense,
orgasm that desperately desired and finally achieved release as he erupted
a surprisingly strong second coming.

He fed his friend well and collapsed back on the couch.





12:21

The boys were more or less curled up on the couch in an ambiguous proximity
between close-friends and too-close-for-just-friends. True there was a
couch pillow separating them, but they were resting in post-ejaculation
bliss, for Zeke at least, still in the dazed comfort of familiarity and not
yet in the confused state of guilt. Zeke was still naked and feeling a
masculine comfort in the areas where his naked flesh laid against his
friend. He absent mindedly ran a free hand through the soft blond hair of
the head he had recent held down and fed his boyhood.

"So," he asked idly, without really knowing why, "If Duncan and Kelley have
been your protectors, who watches out for them?"

Nate shrugged his shoulders and continued lying down, head on the pillow
over Zeke's stomach, his hand lazily playing with the fringe of Zeke's
small nest of pubes, watching the subtle rises and dips of Zeke's penis
trying to decide if it had enough energy left..

"I don't know. When I was little, I used to think no one could touch Kelley
unless he let them."

"Used to? What about now?"

"Now? Well . . . . I guess he's not a god, like I had always thought. But I
don't know. He's, well, Tucker's Tucker, you know?"

Zeke didn't really know, but he was beginning to get the idea. "And what
about Duncan?"

"I don't know. Maybe he's just too nice to mess with."

"Kelley's not nice?"

"He's nice. But he's . . . . . like if your house was made of supersteel,
right?"

"Supersteel?"  Zeke chuckled.

"Shut up! I'm trying to say something. So like if your house was made of .
. . . of that. Maybe it's a really nice house, but it's still . . . . . you
know? So, he's nice."

The boys were quiet while Zeke let this sink in. He was nervous about his .
. . friendship . . .with Nate, wondering if there was going to be a problem
with the other Indian Spring kids. They seemed so close and protective of
each other. He almost wished he'd had that here in Sweetwater. But he still
didn't know what the hell his 'friendship' with Nate was. Maybe it was fine
for summer, but then again, did he really want that all summer long? And
what was 'that'? He wasn't sure what he wanted; though he felt he should
find out more about Nate's Indian Spring neighbors and friends.

"So, Nate, do you really believe all that stuff about what Ian said about
Duncan and what you said Ian said about himself? All that, uh, magic, or
whatever?"

"I don't know, maybe. . . . .  Kinda. . . . . .  Sorta, yes."

"Well,"  Zeke reflected,  "It certainly would explain a lot."

"Yeah."

"So any other brothers, or sisters, or whoever in that family I should stay
away from?"

"Just their cousins, but they don't live here. Duncan's great; I told you
that. I like them all. I never really hung around Ian, though. But I don't
think Ian will mess with you any more; I think he really is sorry. And
Connor won't mess with you at all, if you tell him to leave you alone."

"I think I'll just stay away from all of them."

"Well, if they ever did bother you, you could just tell James, and they
would never ever ever mess with you again."

"Who is James?"

"Their brother. He's two years older than Connor and going into the 11th
grade."

"What makes him so creepy scary?"

"I don't know. He's super nice. But . . . . people don't mess with him."

"Nice like Kelley?"

"Um. Kinda, But James, well, it's just that no one messes with James. At
all."

"Dude, the people in your swamp . . ."

"Creek!"

"Whatever . . . are total whack jobs."

"They are not!"

Zeke was about to continue when the boys heard Mrs. Prosper, already IN the
house!!

"Ezekiel, honey, are you home?"

"Shit!" Zeke said jumping up from the couch, knocking Nathan to the floor
and grabbing for his boxers.

"What did you say, sweetie?" Mimi Prosper asked as she came in and set her
purse on the back hall table. Thankfully she didn't notice Zeke was
frantically pulling on and adjusting his boxers.

"I said, um, she will."

"She who?"

"You."

"Are you still feeling bad, sweetie?" Mrs. Prosper was looking around the
room, unsure of who Ezekiel was supposedly talking to.

"No, I'm good."

"Well, with whom were you talking, sweetie?"

"Hi, Mrs. Prosper. I'm Nathan." The boy popped up from the floor where he
had been knocked and hidden by the couch.

"Well, hello."

"He, uh, had asked if you would still let him spend the night - tonight,"
Ezekiel said, still a bit nervous at almost being caught out the way they
had been on the couch. "And I said she will."

"Well, of course I will. I thought that was all settled anyway. I spoke to
your mom just an hour ago, Nathan, and it's very nice to meet you. Now how
about you two boys go unload the car. And Ezekiel Calloway Prosper, what
are you doing running around in your underwear?"

"Mom, they're boxers, not really underwear, and besides it's just Nate
here."

"It's the middle of the day. Now you go and get dressed while Nathan helps
me with the groceries. Let's hurry Nathan, I have lots of ice cream for
sundaes tonight, and I'm sure it is all just melting away in that heat out
there."

Nathan smiled at Ezekiel as he followed the boy's mom outside to the car.
He liked her.









Mrs. Prosper let the boys break into one of the ice cream flavors after
lunch, with the gentle admonishment to save their pigging-out for tonight.
The boys smiled at each other in the universal conspiracy of innocence as
they dug into buried treasure. The toss-up was between cookies and cream
and double fudge with brownies.

"Well, if you open up the double fudge, I would probably be forced to join
you boys." Mrs. Prosper said, as a seemingly innocuous aside.

That settled that, and soon all three were enjoying a small cupful of
delicious chocolateness, when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Zeke, now fully dressed for the day, ran to the door and
opened it. But the surprise was unexpected and immediately deflated the joy
he had been experiencing so far that day.

"You! What do you want??"









1:00

Kelly had taken the video tape and the computer floppies, and the
polaroids, along with some lighter fluid from their garage up to the picnic
area at the front of Indian Spring. It was the only real public area of the
State reserve in which the Tuckers and other families lived. Just two days
ago it was flush with families who had the day off for Flag Day, as it
would probably be tonight and tomorrow. A lot of people liked to come up to
the large wooded area that was the site of the artesian spring that was the
start of Indian Creek, though not actually the largest underground spring
contributing to the cool waters that became deep enough by the time it
rounded the Radcliffe's house to make a most excellent swimming area for
the kids of Indian Spring.

But right now, Kelley was the only person in the main picnic area, using
one of the bricked grilling platforms and some gathered dead wood to safely
and permanently dispose of all the evidence of his little brother Ethan's
'indiscretion'. It fell to him to protect Ethan, even if he had to do the
most disgusting things required of him to get the materials that he was
about to flambé.

The Polaroids had been a late edition. He had the feeling that Cole was
holding back when the boys were about to leave. Kelley was unsure how his
gift worked, but sure enough, Cole was unable to trick or lie to the boy.
Despite saying he didn't have anything else, Kelley knew there was more.

"Dude, did you keep the Polaroid pictures?"  Lewis asked his friend.

Cole knew the gig was up and sheepishly pulled several photos from his back
pocket.

Damn, Kelley thought, Tripp had been a busy kid. He looked down at the
photos and instinctively knew that there were more.

"Where are the others?"

"Whoa, are you like psychic?"

"No," Kelley said confidently. He wasn't boasting, but he knew what he said
next was true: "But you can't pull any fast ones on me. Now where are the
other ones?"

"There are ten total,"  Lewis said.  "How many do you have?"

"Six."  Kelley answered.

"Cole, dude, where are the other four? I told you not to keep anything
back."

"Well, I wasn't sure he would keep his end of the deal. It was kind of
unbelievable when you told me."

Kelley knew that wasn't actually the reason Cole had kept them, but he
didn't care why.

"Bring them tomorrow,"  he told the older boy.

He couldn't believe he had invited them back the next day. Well, maybe
invited wasn't the right word. Kelley carefully stacked the last of the
evidence on the grill, making sure the pictures were face down, so he
wouldn't have to look at them. Or at least so that he couldn't.

He poured lighter fluid on the evidence and stepped back, thinking about
what he would have to do again tomorrow when Lewis and Cole came back
around, and wondering how many times he would have to do that to them.

"I can't believe I have to do that again tomorrow!"

Kelley was truly disgusted, a bit mad at himself, and a bit mad at Ethan.
Mad at the responsibility he assumed just from being the first one born. He
reached into his pocket for the lighter that he had forgotten to bring.

"Shit!" Kelley rarely cussed, probably even the trees around him shivered
slightly in surprise. Or maybe it was just the breeze. Either way, he now
had to go back home and get a lighter. But he couldn't just leave the video
tape, the floppies, and the pictures here - except now they were covered in
lighter fluid so he couldn't exactly scoop them up and take them back with
him. Now what was he going to do?

"What do you have to do tomorrow?" A somewhat hoarse voice asked beside
him?

Kelley's bones jumped inside him. "Shi-- . . . Malcolm!! . . . . . What the
hell are you doing sneaking around here?"

"I wasn't sneaking anywhere! It's public property; I can go wherever the
fuck I want, asshole!!"

Kelley ignored the boy and turned his attention back to the prepped grill.

"What are you burning?" Malcolm asked as he took some tentative steps
around Kelley toward the grill.

"Nothing. Leave it alone and mind your business." Kelley told him flatly.
Malcolm McEwen didn't concern him. His dilemma existed regardless of the
presence of the skinny boy whose straight, reddish-brown hair bore the
marks of a sad at-home haircut.

Malcolm saw Kelley was thinking of something else, and in his usual
disregard for what other people would tell him, usually in telling him to
go away, or to leave them alone, he reached out a hand to the nearest
Polaroid face down on the grill. His fingertips were almost at the edge,
and Kelley still hadn't even given the hint of stopping him.

An image to consider at this point is that of the boa constrictor, immobile
on the forest floor, and the field mouse sniffing around for food, or maybe
even trouble. The mouse initially regards the snake with some hesitancy,
but as the snake doesn't move, the mouse continues its activity, slowly
bringing itself closer and closer to the disregarded solid muscle of
impending death. There is a point when the mouse raises on its hindquarters
and sniffs the air once more. And here you have to watch very closely, for
you will see the quivering whiskers come to a dead stillness, the nose
ceases its twitch, and in the briefest of single frames the realization
hits the mouse, but before the frame can dissolve to the next, the upper
torso of the snake whiplashes out and around the mouse, bringing it into a
stranglehold of unrelinquishing certainty.

The mouse, of course, is dead in the making, and not even the main course
of the day.

Despite Kelley's disregard of Malcolm, some inner truth of the circle of
life has hit the slightly older Indian Spring bully at the deeper levels of
his evolved sense of survival, and he cautiously retracts his arm without
even touching the edge of the photo. He dearly wanted to know what was on
the picture that Kelley apparently wanted to burn, but he still edged
himself back a couple of paces from the boy who was seemingly deep in
thought.

Malcolm's heart rate was up, and he decided to just slip away. He didn't
know why, but despite the fact he would annoy older kids and goad them to
the point where they would beat him up from time to time, less so as they
saw it did no good, something about Kelley always made him reluctant to go
that far. Unlike every other boy Malcolm bullied or annoyed in Indian
Spring, he was truly afraid of Kelley. Or at least afraid of going too far.
It was true, he was somewhat drawn to Kelley whenever he saw him, like
someone afraid of heights looking at a tall building; but he hated the
popular kid for the ease at which he moved socially.

Malcolm walked off, but turned as Kelley yelled to him:

"Malcolm, wait!"

"What?"  He asked hesitantly.

"Give me your lighter."

"Wha-? I have a l-ligh- . . . I don't have to give you shit."

"Malcolm, everybody knows you like to set fire to things. Now let me see
your lighter."

Malcolm looked at Kelley as a storm of refusal crossed over his face.
Kelley patiently extended his arm, hand open, waiting for the lighter. The
scowling gingery boy took a hesitant step forward, almost as if his body
was betraying him, paused a moment further before crossing the few
additional feet between them. He reached into his right pocket and handed
over his lighter.

Kelley lit the stack of incrimination on the grill, satisfied with small
roar of flame that quickly leaped over the mass of dry wood, magnetic
storage, and developed instant photos. He passed the lighter back to
Malcolm without looking at him and with an unceremonious "Thanks".

Kelley's attention remained on the fire, enraptured by its helpful
destructive abilities. If only he could burn out the memories of the last
week.

Malcolm fidgeted slightly, but had moved away.

"Can I watch?"  He mumbled.

Kelley shrugged his shoulders and kept his attention on the pyre, making
sure everything was consumed. Malcolm watched on beside him, his
fascination deeper and more generalized. An unlikely pairing, the two 12
year olds stood quietly side by side for the next five minutes as the
flames licked fully through the wood base of the small bonfire, consuming
everything. All the evidence was soon destroyed. All except those four
remaining pictures.


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I would love to hear from more fans. Thank you to the 10 or so from whom I
do hear. Is it worth continuing? It's written already in my head, just
takes a bit to knock it down. Tell me your favorite moment, your hopes and
fears for a character, or the favorite part about a character that you
like. I love to hear your thoughts and, hopefully, enjoyment.

-Jonas