Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2008 09:34:38 -0700
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: KIS, Ch 19

Kids of Indian Spring
by Jonas Henley

Chapter 19
A Spendover for Memory



Friday, 16 June 1995
6:45 pm

Nathan stood on the porch uncertainly, but finally the door opened and the
well-lit cool interior within showed his heart's tragic desire, someone
only meant to be friends, at best. Maybe some fun in the sack a few times
before the tenuous friendship comes to a close and Zeke grows up, recovers
from his summer of boysex and moves on with his life, dating the hottest
girls in school, maybe even forgetting to give a nod to Nathan.

That certainly was the future, but the present - the present had more of a
sparkle, and Nathan followed the brown haired athletic boy into his house
and waved goodbye to his dad as Dave Carlin backed the old Buick out of the
Prosper's drive and returned to Indian Spring.

Nathan followed Zeke back to the kitchen; even in sock feet, Zeke had an
inch or so on him in height.

"Hey, Nate, take your shoes off; you can leave them by the stairs with your
bag. We'll take them up after supper."

The Prosper house was as warm and inviting in the familial sense as it was
cool and refreshing in the summer solace sense. It spoke of a comfortable
wealth, but a family centered heart.

"Hello, Nathan, dear, you're just in time for some burnt chicken and runny
pasta."  Mrs. Prosper stated.

"Don't you believe it, Nathan, my wife makes the best chicken and
fettuccine alfredo this side of the Atlantic. You are in for a treat. Why
don't you boys finish setting the table."

The meal was indeed delicious. Nathan was hesitant about getting seconds,
but Ezekiel just stood out of his chair and plopped them on his plate - an
action for which Nate was extremely grateful. The Prospers were already
used to the growing amount of food that Zeke could put away in the last
year, and it made them happy to see Nathan do the same.

They would admit, if you pressed them, that there was something - something
- that they quite couldn't put their finger on about the boy. Besides that,
he just didn't seem like the type of kid that Zeke might form a close
friendship with, but they couldn't figure out what else there was. At any
rate, they were happy to see Zeke happy again. So pleased, in fact, that
they didn't notice that both boys were a bit nervous and fidgety - it was
an altogether different out-of-sorts than Ezekiel had been about for the
last two months.

So the Prospers were pleased with Nathan. Ezekiel was pleased to have
Nathan, and Nathan, with a blush, was pleased as he briefly thought about
being had by Ezekiel. He was already a bit hot from what occurred that
afternoon at Paul Caswell's house, and a bit nervous about Ezekiel finding
out, though why he was nervous about that he couldn't say. Through all
this, the Prospers noted nothing overtly unusual, and the boys gave random
shy smiles to each other, each thinking about what might occur much later
in the evening.

But first, and easily driving all thoughts of sex, sexploration, or body
play completely out of their minds, was dessert. Hey, they were only 12,
and there were 4 and 1/2 flavors of ice cream to be had (half of the double
fudge was already gone - Mr & Mrs Prosper couldn't help sharing a big bowl
when Ezekiel was upstairs getting his shower). And when ice cream calls,
particularly when it is calling with caramel drizzle, chocolate sauce,
whipped cream, crushed cookies, and candy sprinkles, boys come to the call
- with nothing else on their mind.

In fact, it wasn't until 2 1/2 sundaes and 2 movies later that Nathan even
remembered that there could be a 'later' to the evening at Ezekiel's. And
it was no guarantee that there would be, especially as Zeke had fallen
asleep three-fourths of the way through the second movie. In the first
movie, the boys laughed loud and hard at Tom Hanks portrayal as Forrest
Gump. Nathan was enjoying his first real foray as a kid outside of Indian
Springs. He didn't care at that point what they did or didn't do after the
movies. He was happy.

The second movie, The Shawshank Redemption, couldn't hold enough of Zeke's
interest to stay awake, but Nathan found he quite enjoyed watching the
movie with Zeke's parents. He was used to having to relate to adults more
on a level field. His parents just didn't foster the full parent-child
relationship. As a result, oddly enough, he fit right in with this family.

He watched Zeke in profile from time to time, admiring the sleeping form,
head turned just slightly toward him, restful, with even breaths. He could
see the adolescent within, just at rest below the surface of the boy.

After the movie he put away his dishes while Mrs. Prosper woke Zeke up and
told him to take Nathan upstairs and show him where he could sleep.

Zeke was groggy going up the stairs, and Nate figured this was it for the
night, especially as Zeke told him about the guest bedroom and pointed the
way, explaining that his bed was only a twin sized bed. Nathan carried his
bag toward the second upstairs bedroom, but found himself being tugged
backward.

Zeke's hand was in his back pocket and pulling him away from the spare
bedroom. Nate turned and saw a groggy smile on the face of the slightly
bigger boy.

"Where are you going?"

"Um, just to bed. I thought I was staying in the other room."

Zeke shrugged.  "I mean, you can if you want; I was just saying my bed's
small. And . . .  you know, as I get older my friends usually sleep in the
other room or on my floor."

"No, that's cool. I get it."

"No, you don't," Zeke had a big grin on his face at this point.  "You can
sleep in my bed. You know . . . . with me. We'll just have to sleep
. . . close together."

And later Nathan realized that the more muscular boy was definitely not too
groggy to pump him good. He lay full out flat on his belly and groaned
quietly into the soft mattress and clean sheets with the full 108 ponds of
the tanned, warm body of Zeke Prosper resting on his back, Zeke's legs even
pressing into and over Nate's, his breath hot in his left ear, heads
pressed together, and Nate receiving a kind of all-over body massage from
Zeke's whole body - the results sending him to Neverland with half
knocked-out murmurs of total relaxation and surrender.

He wanted to keep the warm moist breath forever at his ear, the feeling of
the hardened nipples as they moved over his back with sweet, pressed
kneading, and the slow gentle pumping of his backside, as Zeke's pelvis
never fully left the yielding fleshy buttocks and drove his implanted,
hardened dick in and out by just an inch at a time, slowly building to a
cherished orgasm. Zeke pressed harder into the boy and held his instrokes
longer as he reached an end. For Nate, the pressure on his ass, holding
those cheeks in, was itself a pleasurable massage that was capped with the
erotic feeling of having his most private entry held open by the engorged
manhood of a boy and his intestines deeply probed..

Nate gave a gasp and released his load into the sheets beneath him as he
felt Zeke's balls on his perineum and the hot essence of their production
flood the inner recesses of his beloved ass. That's what it felt like Zeke
had done. This was more than being fucked, this was being loved.

At least, that's what he wanted to fall asleep thinking. And Zeke let him,
saying only, straight whispered into his ear, "I love being inside you
Nate; deep inside you."

After a few moments longer, the weight of the boy still a comfortable
reminder of what had passed between them, Zeke rolled off, but pulled Nate
with him so that both boys were spooning, half covered by the sheet.

Nate was drowsy from his cum, but Zeke was quickly fast asleep, his warm
breath blowing into the back of the blond hair in which his nose was
buried. Nate very quickly joined him in dream land.







Saturday, 17 June 1995 8:45 am Prosper House


It was an amazing dance of emotions to witness, as Ezekiel and Nathan had
started out last night, first both sure of what they had wanted, then
standing and facing each other fully dressed and suddenly wondering where
their tiredness had gone, and why it had taken their sureness away, as
well. Each boy slowly and awkwardly disrobed, eventually making it down to
underwear. This is where they got stuck and more nervous.

It seemed silly maybe, especially since they had twice had sex together by
now. But still, it was different. This was the first time they were
actually going to be in bed all night, going to sleep together. It is a
difficult and impossible step for a boy, even a boy who liked boys. You
can't think of Nathan as being gay, here, but simply 12 years old. They
shared their nervousness in this fashion.

But they differed in that one was a boy who knew what he wanted but was
confused as to the way things would go tonight, and the other boy knew
where things were going to go, but confused as to why, or for how long this
should go on. It was like an awkward first time for both of them.

Finally Zeke smiled and made a nervous joke.

"Well, I guess somebody's got to go first, or we'll never make it to bed."
He pushed down his underwear and stood back up, consciously not covering
up, but unsure of what to do with his hands.
 
Nate just stared at the beautiful specimen of boyhood now on display - and
he took in the total package. The handsome smiling face, strong jaw,
moderately sculpted upper arms, firm and slightly stocky torso and taut,
tan, belly, and then lower down, the fattening spout of scrumptious dick,
flowing out from a small nest of pubic hairs, with clean, hairless balls
hanging below and slowly pulling up to gather under the base of hardening
dick.

"Um . . .Nate . . . are you gonna . . .you know."

Nate blushed sheepishly, hesitated slightly with his thumbs in his
underwear, before pushing them down as well.

The boys made hesitant touches at each other's chest, nipples, down the
stomachs, and the tips of each others dicks. Zeke even went so bold as to
cup Nate's balls. They eventually made it to the bed, with Zeke sitting and
watching the blond head once more go down on him and take his shaft into
the sweet warm alcove of tongue and suction. A bit more of it and he pulled
Nathan upright. A quick nip and suck on a flat tit, and Zeke pushed the boy
back on the bed. He sucked his way down Nate's chest, with nips and
demi-hickies as he went, until he got to the smaller rod of steel and
braced himself and took it in, causing Nate to squirm in unanticipated
delight and exuberance.

After a short time of it, Zeke rose up and held himself such that he was
astride the boy with just their dicks touching. He reached over to his
nightstand and pulled off a half used jar of Vaseline. He showed it to Nate
and raised his eyebrows.

Nate smiled and said, "Only if I can put it on you."

The whole evening was other-worldly, as well as innocent, in a way. If his
parents had been the type to barge in, they might themselves be confused,
and unsure as to whether to call it innocent. Last year, yes, next year,
definitely not. But now? What would they think as they saw the two?

Zeke was on his back, left hand tucked under the pillow at the head of the
bed. Nate was to his right, turned in sideways so that an arm was across
the reassuring chest and one leg wrapped over one Zeke's. The sheet itself
barely covered Nate's ass, the tops of his luv-rumps exposed, and it ran
across Zeke's midsection such that half his pubic hairs showed and the root
lifted it just a half inch so that the hem did not even touch his skin.

Zeke's parents were want to leave the boys unbothered, so that they could
sleep in as much as they wanted. After all, it was summer, and it was the
first time in months that Zeke had been his happy old self.

If Nathan had been the first to awaken, his morning-after mind might have
gone into overdrive on the possibilities of all the complications of his
actions, what Kelley might say, how Zeke might treat him differently, maybe
not even want to see or talk with him until he could come to terms with
what had happened.

Basically they had just had sex, though it felt as if it were a bit more -
something that would honestly trouble each boy in a somewhat different
manner.

As it were, Zeke was the first to awaken, and sure enough, he had questions
and doubts as to whether he had done something stupid, something that could
be continued for awhile, something that was OK but shouldn't be
continued. Hell, he had no idea. Fortunately, the old Zeke was back in a
way, and not want to panic. He calmly assessed several points of view while
he lay awake, very conscious, though not at the moment sexually enticed by,
the fully naked boy laying next to him in his bed.

Strangely enough, he was comfortable having a naked Nate lying half on
him. He was comfortable with the weight , comfortable with the naked,
comfortable with it being a boy, and comfortable with it being Nate.

And you know what, he finally came to realize. This was OK. He knew it was
just some momentary fun with a boy, that he could still feel a surge within
him for something more, something that only a girl could give; but he was
somehow at peace and OK with doing this with Nathan. Maybe not all the
time. Maybe not forever. But for right now - right now, Nate was a good
guy. He was nice. He was someone he trusted. And he was, well - and here
Zeke blushed - he wouldn't call him cute, but he was definitely
. . . . . uh . . . . easy on the eyes. And he liked the way Nate liked him.

Nate slowly stirred, and that was when Zeke sat up and started to get out
of bed.

"Wow! You've got a really nice butt."  Nate half yawned out.

"What?"  He turned around, half out of the bed already.

"Sorry."  Nate blushed; he couldn't believe he said it himself.

Zeke blushed as well, he wasn't sure how he should respond to it.  "No,
it's, um, OK.  Uh . . . thanks."

"Can I touch it? Maybe? For just a little while?"

Now it was Zeke's turn to blush. He really didn't know how to respond. He
half wanted to get back into bed and lay down and let the boy have his
experience. He wanted to feel those soft hands explore his nervous white,
smooth rumps; he even started to get a rise out of it. A rise that reminded
him of where his dick had been last night and how much they had both
enjoyed it, but that made him think of the dirty sheets and he needed to
wash them, and that just brought back some of the shame of what he used to
let Randy do, and that drove all thoughts of sex out of his mind.

"Uh, maybe later?" Some other time? Hey, you want to go swimming?"

"Where? I don't have a swimsuit."

"You can have one of my old ones. It'll look good on you. I mean . . . . um
. . . you can wear it, if you want. Uh, we can go to Ivan's to swim. You'll
like him."

He was talking a bit nervously as he fished through his drawers for a
couple of swim suits, still aware that his delicious naked ass was on
display to Nate. Nate wasn't complaining, and poor Zeke was experiencing
another rise.

Damn it. Would he ever get these roller coaster interests in line and under
control? He just couldn't help it as he turned around to face Nate, his
dick already lengthening as it hung down, and gave that goofy 12 year old
smile.  "You, um, want to get a shower? You know, like together?"

A broad grin broke out over Nate's face. Did he really need to ask? Years
from now as he watched Zeke grow up, take out and make out with the girls
at school, he would picture the two of them in the shower together. This
was even better than sharing a bed.

It wasn't long after entering the shower that the two boys were touching,
at first hesitantly, then full on bathing each other. Once clean, Nate
dropped down and took Zeke's hard 4 1/2 inches into his mouth and gave the
boy a first class blow job.

Zeke leaned back against the tiles and closed his eyes, wrapped his hands
across the back and head of Nate and rapturously fed him some cum.

They were quiet as they dried off after the shower. Not sure what to say to
each other as they pulled on their suits, but both realized Zeke couldn't
take his eyes off the blond boy in silhouette as he slipped the old camo
swim trunks up his smooth legs, over that amazing ass, and cinched up
around his still somewhat engorged love rod. All Zeke could think was,
'Wow. That used to be up against my skin.'

He felt his dick rising again and shook his head. He went back into the
bedroom to strip the sheets, and Nate called after him.  "Hey, can I invite
Tucker, too?"

"Yeah, sure. Ivan won't care."








Kelley, at that very moment, was in his own bedroom, kneeling on the very
towel that had dried his younger brother's body and wrapped around his
waist just that morning. He couldn't get that disturbing thought out of his
head as he went down almost the whole length of Cole Haley's dick. It made
what he was doing seem just all the more wrong.

But he did make an agreement, and he was determined to live up to it and
hopefully finish it off soon. At some point, he, unfortunately, had to get
pretty good at these blow jobs and be good enough to have fulfilled his
promise.

He had just finished taking the full day's load from Lewis, hoping that he
would never get used to the taste the way he seemed to be getting used to
the feel of his mouth held open by hard dick that tunneled its way
repeatedly toward his throat. He still kept his hand at the base of Cole's
cock so that the older boy couldn't deep throat him. Maybe next time he
would try, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it today.

The two boys had shown up just 20 minutes ago. Ethan was gone already,
thankfully, and Kelley had seen them coming before they could ring the
bell, so he managed to get them inside and upstairs without his dad
knowing. He figured his and Ethan's bathroom was the safest place to blow
both boys. That way, he wouldn't be seen by Ashton, who was somewhere in
the house, and he could force a legitimate reason for not opening the door
if his parents wanted to talk to him.

Everyone respected the privacy of the bathroom. But how much respect could
he have for himself? as Cole told him to come off and then held his head
steady by the forehead. He watched in close-up as Cole jerked himself off
the rest of the way and then told Kelley:

"Open up!"

Cole fired several volleys just at the door of the open mouth, landing each
within to lay thick on the accepting tongue; then pushed his head back in
though the gate and into the mouth, running it for several more fucks
across the cum-slickened tongue.

"Oh yeah, swallow it all boy. Swallow," further punctuating each swallow
with a similar entreaty.







1:45 pm Cantrell House


"You sure about this?"

"You don't want me to?"  Ethan had both of his hands paused at the front of
Jeremy's swim trunks. Nothing hid the bulge pushing out against the
fabric. It had been straining intermittently all morning, and neither boy
was sure how much more of it they could take.

"Yeah, I want you to . . . " Jeremy Cantrell's voice cracked, both with the
earliest twinges of pubescence that could be mustered in a boy a few months
shy of 12 and with the fear naturally present in a kid messing around with
the younger brother of Kelley Tucker.

"Are you sure?"  Ethan said, smiling as he leaned in enough to allow his
chest to brush against the obvious head of Jeremy's boyhood bulge.

Jeremy's voiced cracked again and went a pitch or two higher.  "Yes. Oh
gawd, yeah. Please?"

"Say pretty please."  As much as Ethan longed desperately for this, it was
equally fun to make the boy squirm a bit more and really beg. And he
couldn't resist leaning down and in just an inch or two closer, taking the
flat small brown nipple with the surprisingly stiff erect center into his
mouth and tasting the skin of Jeremy Cantrell. It drove his hormones into
hyperdrive, pushing the 10 year old into 13. It did pretty much the same
for Jeremy.

"Oh please! Please, Ethan, do it!!"  He managed to get out between sucked
in breaths bordering on hyperventilation. This was so bad, so forbidden, so
incredibly . . . . .  good; gosh what could he call this unanticipated rush
running through him? He had jerked off before, sometimes thinking about
girls, a couple of times even thinking about Ethan and the things he
sparked when he felt up his dick - always from the outside - and even a
couple times at his cousin's looking at girlie mags, but the orgasms he had
had and was beginning to really enjoy had never put a rush like this
through his head.

OK, well maybe the first time his cousin had showed him a mag and they had
jerked off together. THAT was so naughty and bad - if they had gotten
caught . . . . . but they didn't, and Jeremy had gotten to see real naked
girls, or real pics of real girls, as well as try his new found joy and
watch his cousin at the same time. He had always thought his cousin was a
bit weird - well he was.

But this was weird too. And so so hot! If an 11, almost 12, year old boy
could call something hot, this would be it, as Ethan pulled off the nip,
only to dive back in with open mouth and the whole slobbering tongue
slurping in a larger portion of boy tit and surrounding skin.

You would have thought a boy would think that was so gross for another boy
to do it, and Jeremy might have too, at least before the last week. Now he
was surprised, but comforted, by the automatic reaction where he wrapped
his hands around the younger boy's head, almost in a hug, and held him
against the tit getting a wet-massage, and working on being a hickie.

Just as the intense first time pleasure would start to tilt into the pain
of having gone too far, Ethan pulled off the flat, but well-tongued, flat
left breast and nipple. Jeremy was blown away. He still had his arms around
Ethan and his hands running through the blond hair. He pulled the boy
forward again and down to his right tit. He couldn't have told anybody why,
least of all himself, but his body knew an incredible feeling when it was
blown away by one, and the boy tilted his head back and gave a jerky moan
as the rough tongue came in contact with the virgin right tit, already
primed by anticipation of what the left had experienced.

But this time, the tit was over-primed from the major feelings on the left
and was overly sensitive to Ethan's now excited tongue tip. He was poised
between pushing the head down and cry for more to pulling back at the
pain/pleasure border crossings. He couldn't make up his mind to pull away
at the exquisite sensations, or bury the tonguing boy's head in for more.

As Ethan's mouth made love to the feast of flesh it had found, his young
hands drifted down the taut abdomen and across the swelling of Jeremy's
trunks. His hands had been inside and on this before, and he had had
glimpses of the young hard flesh with its almost bare rim of pubic dusting
above; but he had fixed his obsession of late on a much closer
inspection. Much much closer. And much more tactile, and incorporating his
sense of smell and taste. It was an idea spurred by his few encounters with
Tripp, the same ones that Kelley was paying for - unbeknownst to Ethan.

Add to that a more-than-healthy interest in all boys, an inquisitive mind,
and some hormone driven sense of hands-on exploratory survey of those
interests, and it was only natural, despite his young age, that Ethan would
pursue this course. He was developing faster internally and externally than
kids his age, but he was still about to seriously elevate his level of
experience.

The boys had actually talked around it the last few days and even talked
about it last night, and Jeremy was more than willing to let Ethan explore
his interest. He wasn't sure the boy would actually do what they had just
nervously decided to try; but he was loving the moment - the feeling of his
mouth working that undiscovered country. He had never associated anything
with a boy's nipples, not his own, not anybody's. Sure, he had been
enraptured of women's breasts and tits when he looked through the Playboys
at his cousin's house. But . . . . MAN . . . . . who figured this intensity
could come from a tongue so high up.

But as much as Jeremy was enjoying the upper body intensity and as much as
he could dwell forever at this tortured level - his body and mind knew what
would come next. He was grinding his crotch into the eager grope. Hoping
against hope that Ethan would still move downstairs. As the tit reached the
level of too much stimulation, Jeremy leaned back slowly on his bed,
pulling Ethan with him. As he reached a full recline, Jeremy began pushing
Ethan's head off and down his body, now grinding his crotch upward,
signifying it wanted another stimulator than just Ethan's magical hands.

As Ethan's head was pushed down, his hands went briefly up off the crotch
to the waistline and then hooked them in the elastic waistline and pulled
the swim trunks down, revealing the treasure within.

No need to over think this, and he just dove in. As Jeremy's leaking
cockhead cleared the band, Ethan only paused enough to see the hint of
developing testicles that would soon be feeding him their production, and
he took the head and first part of the shaft into his mouth. Jeremy
responded by increasing his moans and grinding further into this boy's
enthusiastic mouth. He leveraged his need to drive deeper by lifting his
knees higher and wrapping his legs around Ethan, but still pushing him
farther down.

Jeremy was starting puberty, that was no doubt, but his dick was still on
the growing side and Ethan was able to take it deep, though a natural
inclination definitely aided him in this round of feasting. He was soon
going up and down tightly on just the last half of dick, running his tongue
along the base but longing to get back up to the head.

It wouldn't be long before he got that chance. Just as Ethan was feeling
the thrill of finally feeling a real dick, that is, one in the full throw
of at least beginning puberty, he felt the pulse along the base, and soon
the warm gush at the base of the tongue. He quickly moved up the dick and
got the head squarely in the middle of his mouth, pressed hard and wrapped
his tongue around, and drew out the last bit of semen, mixed with a bit of
sperm, and savored it over his mid taste buds.

"Mmmmm" Ethan moaned. It wasn't for effect. It just came out. He really
liked it.

And so did Jeremy. His hands fell back. Exhausted, he wanted to push Ethan
off, but he let him continue to lick down the shaft, nestle his sack and
suck in the hairless balls. He was a bit surprised when Ethan pushed his
knees back a bit further.

"Whoa, what are you doing?"

Jeremy sat up and pushed Ethan back slightly.

"I just was looking; let me see Jeremy."

"Looking at what?  My butt?"

"Yeah, and your butthole. I just kinda want to see it. I can't see my
own. I was just wanting to see what one looked like."

Jeremy laughed it off in a brash way, shaking his head.  "No way, Ethan."

Jeremy almost winced as he said Ethan's name. His driving interest had left
him after all the exertion during and before that orgasm, and he now wanted
Ethan to maybe just take a leave of absence. He wasn't so sure how he felt
about this. But he wasn't sure how he should really act, now. It was a bit
confusing being in this totally unknown area of rapport.

Before Ethan could respond, though, they were both interrupted.

"Jeremy, sweetheart, are you home?"

Jeremy yelled back to the voice downstairs, "Yeah, mom I'm . . . fuck!"

Fortunately the last word wasn't yelled, at least it was only yelled softly
as Ethan dipped his head back down and took Jeremy's balls back in his
mouth for a final sampling.

"What was that, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, sweetheart," Ethan said smiling when he pulled back, "What was
that?"

"C'mon Ethan, no fooling around. I gotta get dressed and downstairs."

The boys went downstairs before Jeremy's mom came upstairs.

"Oh, hello boys. I didn't know you had company Jeremy. How are you doing,
Nathan?"

"Oh, just fine, Mrs. Cantrell."

"What are you boys up to?"  She asked in a friendly manner, pulling some
spices and taco shells down from the cabinets.

Ethan smiled mischievously.  "Oh we were just upstairs fooling
around. Jeremy's a little drained."

Jeremy closed his eyes so no-one would see him roll them.

"Jeremy, sweetheart, are you OK?"

"No, I'm fine, mom. It was just hot outside."

"That's true. You boys need to be sure to drink plenty of water. But you
are looking a little peaked. Maybe you should call over at the Lucci's and
tell Jason you don't feel well. I passed him down the street and he flagged
me down to ask if you wanted to come over and play basketball with him and
Colin. "

"No, actually, mom, that sounds great. That's where I'll be. C'mon on,
Ethan."

"Shouldn't you drink some water first?"

"No, I'll get some at the Lucci's," he yelled back as he hurriedly left the
house, before Ethan could open his mouth again and make his mom suspicious.

"OK," She yelled back.  "Ethan, you come on back if you want some tacos
tonight. Jeremy, dinner at 6."

"Yes. Ma'am."

"And watch out for Corey, I saw him following Johnny Seidel over that way."

She hoped he heard her, but he was already out the door. She didn't have
much worry; Jeremy usually did keep a good eye on Corey and kept him out of
trouble, and kept the older boys from picking on him. Most of the time they
didn't mean to, but they just didn't realize that Corey didn't quite
understand things the way they did. He was 13 years old, but because of his
Down's syndrome, functioned more like a 6 year old. Johnny Seidel was good
to him, but not the brightest kid either.

Mrs. Cantrell went back to readying supper, thinking about how much Jeremy
was growing up lately, and starting to fill out. And that Tucker boy,
Ethan, he certainly did grow a lot this year. He was changing even faster
than his older brother. She wondered if he was going to be a leader and a
looker like Kelley was turning out to be.

"Takes after his father, that one," she mused out loud, thinking about
Kelley, "MmmMm, Silvie was a lucky one."





 



3:52 pm Ivan Koffsky's swimming pool Sweetwater


Kelley was broken out of his daydream with a smack on the back of the head.

"Ow."  He rubbed the back of his head and turned to see 13 year old Blaine
Hart standing wet, his swim trunks plastered to him and showing off the
bulge that clearly separated him from the rest of the boys in his
grade. The same grade as Kelley, but the 14 months he had on Kelley was
really starting to show in the definition of his physique, the growing hair
under his arm, and of course, Kelley had seen what Blaine had between his
legs, and unfortunately had tasted the fruit of those loins, as well,
spread out over a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Snap out of it, Tuck."

At least he still seemed like Blaine. Despite having eaten both Blaine's
and Tyler's cum on that sandwich, they still had the same friendship,
though Kelley felt a bit weird about it all. However, it was rapidly
becoming the least of his worrying circumstances. And unfortunately so for
Kelley.

"Huh? What? What do you mean snap out of it? Snap out of what? When did you
get here?"

"I've been here, Tuck. Me and Tyler got here about 20 minutes ago, not that
you would notice being all Mother hen on Nathan. Chill out. He won't do
anything stupid."

"I don't know. Do you know that guy he keeps hanging around?"

"Zeke Prosper, yeah, he's cool. Well, if he talks to you, he is. He's cool
with me and Tyler; we got friends in common. And I hear he doesn't haven't
anything to do with Randy West any more. Always thought that guy was kinda
like, you know, would do anything to be popular. Word is he's on dope and
got caught."

"What? That guy's doing drugs?"

"No, not Zeke, dumbass. Randy West. I don't know if you remember him."

"I remember a darker haired kid that always hung around this Zeke guy. He
always looked like he needed somebody to be around."

"Yeah, that was him. Anyways, I hear he's in Rehab. Don't worry about Zeke,
though. He's never done anybody wrong that he's been friendly with."

"Yeah, well, he probably doesn't know why Nate wants to be friendly with
him."

"Dude, you don't know that. Nate's friendly with me and Tyler, and he
doesn't want to like suck our dicks or something."

"Don't be an ass, Blaine."

"Me? Maybe you're the one being an ass. Give Nate a break. So he likes guys
. . ."

"Not so loud."

" . . . it doesn't mean he wants to like . . . do'em all."

Kelley laughed at the choice of words Blaine used. And he needed to change
the subject. Blaine had no idea that Nate was already sexually active -
granted it was only with Duncan Cormack, but still.  "So where's Tyler?"

"Where else? There. About to do a cannonball. Bet he'll land near Tracy
Gellman and Shanna. Oooh, dude did you see that splash?"

"Those girls are pissed."

"Oh shit there going after him."

"I think they're . . . "

"Oh, bloody hell, they are!!"

Both boys were soon dying out laughing at Tyler struggling to cover himself
up. The girls had tripped him after he he was so bold to get out of the
pool near them. They pinned him to the ground and ripped his trunks down in
two swift moves. Now he was back up and keeping himself covered as best he
could, but he was having trouble getting his trunks back inside right and
pulled up with just one hand, all the while backing up against the
wall. Meanwhile, the laughing boys around him kept trying to spin him
around so everyone could see and laugh at his naked butt.

Because he was trying to get his shorts up with just one hand, his other
hand was only awkwardly covering his privacy, so you could see flashes of
dick, ball, pubic hair, as he twisted to avoid the boys and get his trunks
up. He was trying to laugh it off in typical Tyler fashion, but you could
tell he was embarrassed with all the girls there, and there were about five
girls laughing and pointing at him, including Ivan's older sister
Natalie. She was supposed to be making sure everyone behaved themselves,
but she found it so funny she couldn't stop herself from rolling on a deck
chair giggling.

Blaine and Kelley were among those joining in the laughter. Even if Tyler
was their close friend, he sort of got what was coming to him. And
basically funny is funny; it was impossible not to laugh. The fact that
Tyler generally took things pretty well made it easier for his friends to
stand aside and laugh until their sides hurt.

Just as he got his trunks up above his knees - and wet trunks do not come
up easier than they go down - two other boys, Mark Crane and Byron Keller
came forward and tried pulling Tyler's arms out to the side. There was a
brief point when everyone got a clear, unobstructed view of Tyler's cut
penis, 4 inches at half mast, with a trim line of light brown pubic hair
and dangling sac, clearly showing two balls within.

Tyler bent over as his arms were pulled away and tried pulling one knee up
to shield his privates at least from the girls, but the wet shorts
prevented it. Byron took an opportunity of the upturned ass with the sharp
tan line to wallop in a few good spanks; and Tyler's demands to be let go
were punctuated by several "Ow"s. Finally a deeper voice next to Kelley
bellowed out, "Let him go!"

Mark and Byron looked over and saw Blaine and both dropped Tyler's arms
immediately. Tyler figured - what the hell - better to be dressed than look
silly getting dressed, and he stood up straighter to pull his swim trunks
up completely with both hands. Of course, this meant exposing himself
completely for a few seconds as everyone got a good look at Tyler in
puberty, his half hard penis flopping around as he jerked up his trunks,
tugging to get them over his smooth white ass, and then a final tug up that
sent nuts and penis bouncing upward to fall back in the fold and safety of
his swim trunks. He tightened the drawstring, something he should have done
initially, and put on his Tyler smile.

"Yeah, yeah, real funny."  He quickly stepped up to the pool edge and dove
in, swimming for a good while underwater toward the edge where Kelley and
Blaine were now sitting. He swam up to them and came to rest between the
two.  "Thanks a lot guys, way to help a friend."

"Hey. I told them to let go."

"Yeah, Blaine, after you laughed for about five minutes. Tyler looked up at
Kelley who was going through a renewed bout of laughter.  "Keep it up,
Tucker; I'll tell 'em all what you were snacking on the last time you saw
my nuts."

"Whoa, Tyler . . ." Blaine started to cut in, after all some things
shouldn't be brought back up. Though he almost adjusted himself at the
thought of it. He caught himself, hoping no-one would noticed that he
needed to adjust himself.

"No, it's cool," Kelley said, unbelievably unperturbed, maybe the morning
loads of cum he had swallowed inured him a bit.  "Nobody will believe you,
but that was so funny."  And with that he started laughing harder.

Even Tyler broke into a smile and laughed a little. He could appreciate
humor, even when it was directed toward him; and most times he could turn
it around to suit his own ability to entertain people.  "So which of the
girls you think wants to ride the white stallion now that they've gotten a
good look."

"Oh you mean at the little pony show?"

"Dude, shut up Blaine."  Tyler pulled himself out of the water between the
boys and whispered in Blaine's ear.  "Don't think I don't notice you
getting hard everytime you're around Kelley now."

Blaine blushed. That wasn't entirely true, but he was currently in no
position to argue.

Later, when it was time for Kelley to go, he stood by one of the deck
chairs, drying himself off with his towel and about to put on his shirt,
when tall, good looking, shirtless Ezekiel walked up. The breeze lifted up
his hair in an array of clumps and fine loose hairs, the messed up boy hair
half dry after 20 minutes out of the pool. His chest muscles were only a
tad more pronounced than Kelley's own, the nipples darker, more tensely
erect, a lumpy bulge showed in his shorts from remembering his night and
morning with Nathan.

"Hey," Zeke said, "You're Tuc-, uh, Kelley, right?"

"Yeah," Kelley said and paused, looking Zeke deep into his eyes, looking
somewhere into the boy's soul almost. Blaine was right. Nathan would be
safe around him, though Kelley told himself he didn't have to really like
it.  "Yeah, I am. But you can call me Tucker, like you were about to."

"Oh, um, cool.Yeah, Nate, you know," Zeke gestured vaguely toward the boy
on the other side, hanging out now with Adrian Rosen, a neighbor Ivan's,
"he's said a lot about you. You guys are really good friends."

"Nate's easy to be friends with."

"Yeah, he is. He's cool. Kinda shy. Grows on you."

Kelley laughed. He guessed that did describe Nate fairly well.  "Sooo, are
you, umm, . . . . never mind. Anyways, cool to meet you."

"You mean, am I like Nate?"  Zeke asked, raising his eyebrows in a
conspiratorial way.

"Uh, yeah. Are you?"  Even as he asked it, Kelley saw an answer within the
boy, but Zeke answered anyway.

"No. We're talking about . . ."

"Yeah."

"No, I'm not. But it's cool if Nathan is. I mean, I don't have any problems
with that. He's fun to hang out with just being, you know, Nathan."

"Yeah, I know."

"So, uh, are you . . . "

"No."  Kelley answered quickly and definitely. He was NOT interested in
boys, whatever life was throwing at him these days and whatever he was
doing, he still wasn't interested. It was just something he had to do.

"So you and Nathan haven't ever . . ."

"That wouldn't be any of your business if we had. It's none of your
business what Nathan has or hasn't done."

"Relax, dude, it's cool. I told you, I'm just interested in Nathan totally
as a friend."

"Where exactly did you meet him?"

"He was with Duncan Cormack. I was down there with, um, one of his
brothers."

"So how did you know he was . . . "

"Interested in guys? Dude, it's pretty obvious. . . . . Um, besides, Duncan
was, uh. . . . ."  Zeke made a circle with his left hand and jabbed his
finger in and out rapidly.

"Oh shit . . . ."  Kelley mumbled to himself - too many things were
changing too fast. For one, he was cussing more than he ever did, but he
guessed that was the least worrisome of the changes to his world this
month.

Kelley sensed there was more to it that Zeke wasn't telling him, but he was
sure he didn't want to know.

For Zeke's part, he REALLY didn't want to go into more detail about what
actually happened that day, so he didn't explain further that Nate was
merely watching Duncan in action with another boy, Let Kelley think
whatever he wanted. Zeke just wanted to move away from this topic.

"Don't worry," Zeke said, "It's not my thing, and you're right, it's none
of my business what guys get up to on their own. I'm cool with Nathan, and
I won't say anything about him or Duncan, or anybody. That's just not the
way I am, you know. I hate people that do that."

Kelley watched Zeke as he was saying this. Whatever actually was happening,
the boy was being honest about his intentions. Kelley shook his head. While
the ability to read people, to be able to tell if they were trying to pull
a fast one on him or not, was not new, his realization of this ability, or
power, or whatever it was, was new to him. He was slowly coming to accept
that what his dad told him about his immunity, or invulnerability, or
something like that, might be real. However, he just couldn't reconcile how
he could be immune to the powers of others and be invulnerable to lies and
trickery, yet still have the humiliating things happen to him over the last
week.

"Hey, Kel-, I mean, Tucker, dude, are you OK."

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Too much sun, maybe. Nice to meet you, Zeke. Maybe we can
hang out later. Come on back with Blaine and Tyler sometime if you want to
go swimming in Indian Creek."

"Uh, I've heard what happens to Sweetwater guys that go swimming in your
creek."

Kelley laughed and said, "Don't worry. If you're with me, no one will mess
with you."

From what he could see for himself looking at the other boy, and from what
he heard about Tucker from Nate, he had no doubt that this boy could walk
tall in Indian Spring, and nobody would mess with him. A part of Zeke
wandered backward and began wishing he had had Tucker as a friend, back
when all that crap with Randy had started.

"It was nice to meet you, Zeke, but I gotta go," Kelley held out his hand,
and Zeke shook it.

"Cool, dude. Yeah I saw you around at school last year. You seemed pretty
cool. Good to meet you. Maybe we can hang out more."

As Kelley shook his hand, he knew Zeke was a good guy. But he couldn't help
continuing to worry about Nate. He was worried about how badly Nate was
going to get hurt. He knew from watching Nate this morning at the pool that
he was falling for Zeke.

Kelley thought about this, among other things, as he rode home. There was
too much to think about almost. There was Nate, going outside of Indian
Spring and risking getting hurt on both an individual and a social
level. There was his own brother Ethan, who was growing up way too fast and
threatened to be more of a problem than Nathan in his indiscretions. He had
never expected Ethan to turn his developing sexual persona to boys. And he
hadn't expected Ethan to have a sexual persona, at all; after all, Kelley
himself only recently began having a similar interest in girls. Whatever
the case, he had to figure out what to do about Jeremy and to reign in his
little brother.

Then, if those two things weren't enough, there was the debt he owed Lewis
and Cole for their help in obtaining the evidence of Ethan's prior
indiscretion with Tripp. It was an open ended agreement that he desperately
wanted to close. He just didn't know how.

Then, there was the whole problem with what he was doing with
Casey. Hopefully he could avoid him more - without looking like he was
avoiding him and crashing the boy's burgeoning self-confidence - and wait
out the next week and a half until he left for St. Oliver's in Bingham.

He also had to avoid the Coolspring police and Officer Bowers - and his
boys, and still get that job with the Mexicans. He still needed the job. He
hadn't found a way around that yet.

And then to top it off was this upcoming White Party, where he would be
worried not only about Ethan, or what's up with Cal's part in all this, but
also the stress of lying to his dad and everyone. He hated lying. He wasn't
a liar. But he would be in one week. Next Saturday to be exact. He was
committed, but it still didn't make him feel any better. The alternative,
however, was worse. Much, much worse.

He already knew that three of the Deep Mackeys would also be there. It
would be interesting to see how he would be able to handle being in white
underwear, support what was going on, yet not actually use another
boy. Would it be enough to show he supported the traditions of Indian
Spring so the Deep Mackeys would support his dad as having the best
interests of the community in mind?

Oh, so much stress.

He was too young for this.

But he was old enough to know he was way too young for this. A 12 year old
shouldn't have to think about any of this, should he?








Meanwhile Nate picked up his clothes and overnight bag at Zeke's and waited
for his dad to pick him up.

"Thanks for having me over. I had fun."  Nate said with an embarrassed
smile.

"Yeah, sure. My parents like you. I don't get how my dad knows your dad,
though."  They were sitting out on the front porch; Zeke was petting his
dog Hollywood and looking for all the world like any other 12 year old
after a regular spendover, not like one with an unbelievable, yet now
uncomfortable, sexual adventure the night before.

"My mom knows your dad, remember.  She works at the mayor's office and your
dad does stuff for the mayor sometimes."

"Yeah, I know. Go get it, Holly!"  Zeke threw an old tennis ball into the
front yard.  "But you didn't notice? Our dad's know each other, too."

"I don't know. Maybe they met each other out once."

"Yeah, maybe. I think they knew each other before we were born."  Zeke kept
playing catch with his cocker spaniel. She was a beautiful golden color,
well brushed hair, and very well beloved. Zeke clearly loved his dog.

"She's pretty."  Nate said.

"Huh? Oh, Holly. She's a great dog. She's four. Her birthday's a few days
before mine. She likes you, too."

"So, it's cool that I came over?"

Zeke was about to throw the ball again but hesitated. He turned and smiled
at Nathan and shrugged his shoulders.  "Holly likes you, my parents like
you."

"Yeah, OK. So, uh, are you cool with me coming over?"

Zeke was still smiling as he looked at Nathan. Zeke wasn't gay, but there
was something entrancing with Nathan. Besides he was a nice kid, probably
make a good friend. But he would never be sure why he phrased it like this:

"I like you, too, Nate."

Nate blushed, and Zeke went back to tossing the ball, playing catch with
Holly.

Mr. Carlin pulled up into the drive a few minutes later.

"Hey, dad."  Nathan put his things in the car while Zeke and Holly stood by
on the sidewalk.

"Did you have fun, Nathan?"

Nathan grinned shyly and half hid his face from his dad. "Yes, sir. It was
fun."

"Good, good to hear."

Nathan tried to get his color back. He cleared his throat and tried to give
some more innocent information than what was on the back of his mind.  "We
made sundaes last night from like ten different kinds of ice cream."

"Or five."  Zeke said.

"We watched a couple movies, too. And went swimming."

"Well, that sounds like a lot of fun. I'm glad you boys had a good
time. Ezekiel, you'll have to try the swimming in Indian Creek
sometime. You're always welcome at our house. You don't need an invitation,
right Nathan?"

"Yeah," Nate said, "Whenever you wan,t you can come over. I had a lot fun."

"Yeah, same here. Come over anytime. Maybe you wanna catch a movie? Batman
Forever opens up next weekend, I think maybe Thursday. Looks kinda stupid,
but it has Jim Carrey. Might be funny."

"Dad?"

"Well, that sounds like you two might enjoy it. You don't mind if your mom
and I go and see another movie at the same time."

"That's cool, I guess."

"Then maybe we can all go out for Mexican afterward."

"Cool!"  Zeke said.

"Can he spend the night, Dad?"

"Well, I don't have a problem with that, but maybe you want to ask Ezekiel
and his parents first."

"No, I'd like that. I'll ask my parents later. Thanks, Mr. Carlin."

"Like I said, Ezekiel, you're always welcome. Let's go, Nathan, your mom
needs some things from the grocery store."

Zeke couldn't quite interpret the smile on Mr. Carlin's face when he made
that last invite. Still, he liked Nate's parents. They treated him more
like he was older, and not just some little friend of Nate's. He wished his
own parents would realize at times that he was growing up.




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