Date: Sat, 26 Sep 2009 12:43:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Jonas Henley Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Chapter 21c Kids of Indian Spring By Jonas Henley Chapter 21c Loose Remains of the Day Monday, 19 June 1995 11:45 am During the post-game fun - well, fun for everyone except the nine boys that lost the game - Cameron led his prize away from the fray to his own house for privacy. The prize he was taking was a very naked, almost 14yo Adam Nesbitt, who had to endure along the way several catcalls and people hollering out to the poor naked boy to have a good time, don't do anything they wouldn't do, etc. The normally light-creamy skinned boy was now red as a beet, and he just trying to concentrate on his breathing. He had been fine being naked with the guys while swimming in the creek, but this was definitely different. Though he was still hairless, he had nothing to be ashamed of, as the boy was tall with an already gruffening voice; his balls had obviously dropped, and his penis was well hung, or at least appeared so given his pubic baldness. It was actually just slightly larger than normal for age. His embarrassment was acutely related to the fact that he had never had any sexual activity with anyone, and here he was about to suck off a boy almost two years younger. Cameron was only a month past his 12th birthday, and Adam was a month shy of 14. Even worse this younger boy had hair already, or so Cam had said. Two years, or pretty damn close to it, younger and he had some pubic hairs, granted only a small amount and they weren't very long, but he had them. And Adam still didn't. That was going to be just horrifyingly embarrassing. And . . . .and . . . if it could not get any worse . . . that meant the boy could cum, probably. So not only would he be sucking on another boy's penis, the same thing he pees with every day and jacks off with, too, probably, but he, Adam Nesbitt, was going to have to drink up, suck and swallow, semen. Another boy's cum. A shiver went through Adam and he went back to concentrating on his breathing, trying to force out these thoughts AND the catcalls AND the fact that his naked ass was on total display for everyone to see. He had been a wreck at the end of the game, and gladly went with Cameron's idea to do his blow job in privacy in Cam's bedroom. However, in route to the house, Cameron, who had overheard his brother's fruitless pleas to Seth, slowed down to try out an idea. This is how it went down: "You know what," started Cameron. "What? Wait, why are we stopping? Come on we're almost around the corner." "I was just thinking . . . " "Please, let's talk about it inside." Adam was starting to look like he had to pee as well. "No. You know, I think we should go back out to the court and do it in the middle like Scott's doing Douglas." "No, no," Adam was begging, "No, no, no, no, no, please no! Please, Cameron, I'm begging you, please." Cam was almost enjoying the sight of a boy almost two years older than him begging like this. "It'll be OK, Adam, everyone will enjoy it." "No, please Cam, please, I'm begging, let's just go inside, please, I can't do this in front of everyone.' "Well, you'll live; everyone will remember it, but you'll live. Let's go." Cameron turned to go back to the grass court, and Adam panicked and blurted out: "No! Please! I'll do anything!!" "Anything? Well, I'm already getting a blow job, what more could you offer?" "I . . . I . . .uh" "Forget it, let's go back to everyone." "No, I . . I . .I can give you more than one. As many as you want! Just let's go inside. Not in front of anybody." "As many as I want?" "Yes, yes, sure. Please let's go in, some people are coming." "How often?" "Whenever you want " Adam was desperate to get inside and not really thinking clearly. "As many as I want, whenever I want?" "Yes, sure, I promise. Please, some girls are coming this way. Please, Cameron, please, I don't want anybody to see me doing this." His expression was truly pained. Cameron looked at him uncertainly. "Yeah? And for how long do I get to do this." "Huh?" Adam was watching the giggling girls get closer and was feeling even more desperate, and definitely not thinking straight. "I don't know, uh . . I, uh, . . . . look I don't know. Uh, for as long as you want, Ok? For as long as you want." "You got a deal." Cameron held out his hand and Adam hastily shook, not wanting to entrust the coverage of his privates with only one hand. "Please, I have to go to the bathroom." "Sure. First door on the left when you go in the front door." Adam ran around to the front of the house, and the giggling girls that were approaching laughed even louder at the sight of his white ass disappearing around the corner. "Ladies," Cameron smiled magnanimously at them. He was feeling very charitable, however he would not let anything screw up this windfall. "There's nothing to see here. The house is off limits." "Come on, Cam, we just want to watch." "Absolutely not, besides there wont be anything to watch. I don't plan on making Adam do anything. I was just embarrassing him by making him come down here." "Well, we're going to come see for ourselves. Besides maybe we want a closer look at both of you. See if yours is bigger than or cuter than Tolley's." "Well, you can't come in." "Think you can stop us, Cameron?" "No, but he can." James walked up behind the girls and received some mumbled hellos. "I bet you girls were just on your way back home." "Well, uh, actually, we were just going to head back to the court and watch . . ." "I think you were on your way home," James said flatly. Several of the girls mumbled something about not wanting to watch a bunch of stupid boys and their bets anyway, and the whole gaggle wandered away from the Wood house. "Thanks, for that, James." "It wasn't for you," he said and handed him Adam's clothes that he made him leave up on the court. "Don't embarrass him any more, Cam." "Yes, sir," Cameron mumbled. He didn't know why he said 'sir' to James, he was only 4 years older, to the month, but it seemed like the right thing to say. He was curious now why James was looking at him funny - well not looking at him as much as at the edges of him, and into his eyes. "You changed the deal, didn't you?" "Uh . . . .yeah . . .sort of. Well it was Adam really. Sort of." "Is it fair?" "Um . . . . no. It's not." Cameron told James a quick run down of his exchange with Adam, and James smiled. "Adam made the same bed that everyone of those guys did when they made this stupid bet, including you. I hope you aren't that dumb again. As far as the deal you altered and agreed on with Adam," James paused and ruffled Cameron's hair, "it sounds fair enough to me. Enjoy it Cameron, and don't feel guilty, so long as you never push Adam farther and never disrespect him or the deal you made." "Oh I won't. I'll keep my word - I won't let anyone see, and I won't let anyone find out either. . . . .Uh, James . . . . do you really think its OK for me to have fun with this." "Yes, I do. It won't kill Adam." "And . . . uh . . . to do it as much as I want?" James laughed. "As long as you stay the same type of person you are now, Cameron Wood, I think you should take advantage of the offer and enjoy it. For as long as you want." James winked at him and started off. He turned halfway down the drive and called back, "and tell Adam that if he thinks about going back on his deal, he might want to chat with me first." Cameron went inside the house and ran right into Adam who was standing just inside the door. "James knows?" He asked holding his briefs still over his crotch. "He kinda already knew, so I told him. You heard what he said?" "Yeah." The deal seemed pretty stupid, now that he was safe inside and wasn't about to wet himself in front of a bunch of girls. But he couldn't go up against James. So he guessed he was screwed. Well, fortunately he wouldn't literally be screwed, but the gist was nearly the same. But Cameron reiterated it just the same, and thought of a fair alteration. "Whenever I want, however much I want, for as long as I want, AND I want however I want to do it, too, with no arguing, and in exchange I won't just not do it in front of others, but I wont tell anybody, either. I also won't let you get found out, and I won't get you in trouble. And you won't complain any about it - ever. Or we keep the original deal which didn't say I couldn't tell people - just that I couldn't let them see." Damn, the little kid sure had a take-control attitude. Adam struggled to regain some control. "Wait, what do you mean by 'however you want?' " "Like maybe I want to stand or sit or lie down, maybe on my bed, maybe on yours, maybe outside, maybe with you totally naked, however I want." Adam thought about this. Like he had thought, he was already screwed. Because of this stupid bet and his own excessive modesty, so to speak, he was bound to blowing this kid two years younger than him for who knows how long. So, if there was a guarantee that nobody ever found out anything . . . . . . "OK," he said, "but just for the next week." "Forget it, let's go to my room. Wait til everybody finds out about this." Cameron set the boy's clothes on the couch for him and walked off. "Wait. Maybe for two weeks . . . .uh, uh, a month?" Cameron was still headed back to his room. "No. James said I had a fair enough deal. I was just making it more fair." "OK. Wait, alright." As much as he hated it, the kid had made it a bit more fair. Only a bit. Did he have another option? No one would support him if he ever backed out of this, not the Mackey's, not James, no-one who played in the game, and not even Alex. Shit! "OK. OK, I agree. To everything you said." "For as long as I want and you won't complain?" "Yeah." He said, dejected. He really didn't want another boy sticking his nasty dick in his mouth, especially not forever. What choice did he have? "I won't complain." "Looking like your dog died is the same as complaining, too. And stay naked." I think my dog did just die, Adam thought to himself. He put his underwear down on the couch with the rest of his clothes and followed Cameron back to his room, his dick semi-hard from embarrassment and wagging with his walk. While Adam was busy entertaining Cameron's dick, in fact just about the time he was making his second trip down the boy's dick, having already swallowed one load of cum, the older Mackey boys back out at the basketball court were beginning to explain the penalties to Jake and Harry. They made the boys kneel naked on the ground before them, off to the side, without witnesses. "Both of you have penalties coming, Jake for arguing and not putting your brother in the game, like you were supposed to, and Harry for throwing a tantrum and for refusing to play. Harry, you'll earn an additional penalty for refusing to pay your debt. " "Hey! Carson said I didn't have to !!" "That's right!," Jake said, defending his little brother. He may have been still fairly pissed with Harry, but after suffering through what he had with the Coolspring kid, he didn't really want anybody messing with his little brother. "if Carson let him go, you guys cant do anything to him." "Fine," Darrell said, "Then just the penalties for the game." "Why?" challenged Jake, "Why any penalties? So he threw a fit and wouldn't play; it's kind of more between me and Harry anyway." "Sorry, Jake, he agreed to the rules of the game and then backed out of them." "Yeah, well they were stupid rules, and I made them, so I should have to pay not him." "But you fulfilled your obligation; he wouldn't. Just because he lost doesn't mean he gets to be the one that refuses to do what he agreed to. If he had won, he sure would have expected the losers to pay up." Hiram said Something else was up, Jake was realizing. He knew there were some odd tensions floating around the Mackey community. He had felt them on his last few visits. Things were changing, and some of the Mackey's were becoming more aggressive about pressing the continuance of tradition - ignoring the fact that in reality a tradition is only as valid as the last change made - and the over-riding concerns of community. Jake was just worried that he and Harry were going to be made examples due to their unfortunate timing. "What kind of penalty, then?" Jake asked worried, "What are you going to make Harry do?" "Well, that's up to Harry." Hiram stated. "For starters, he got off too easy . . . " "That's none of your business, Hiram, Cars-" Jake started to retort. "Carson only picked the whiney brat cause he felt sorry for him. It says a lot about both of them. Carson's a great guy, he's brave and can be trusted, but we already knew that," Hiram said. "I guess we we're wrong about you two." Hiram had a little brother named Paulie who was about 14 1/2 but mentally retarded and at a much lower age level with his interactions. He was a very trusting boy who was unfortunately picked on or made the butt of jokes by some boys because of his innate trust and retardation. Most times it was relatively easy going ribbing; Paulie neither understood nor suffered from it, at least not that anybody could tell. However, Carson was one of the boys that had always treated Paulie with respect; he brooked no exceptions on how others treated him in his presence, either. To be honest, the same could be said of Jake and Harry, for the most part. It was just that Carson was always more insistent and had, as well, more recently stood up against two bigger City boys that had been picking on Paulie near the front picnic area at the entrance of Indian Spring. In addition, there was some spite in the three Mackey's present over the lack of a say or control in how things were changing in Indian Spring. It made the older Mackeys forget their previous leeway for the Finney boys in Mackey lands. They wanted a way to recapture the time when the traditions were less challenged, a way to feel better about themselves as Mackeys, to feel less challenged. In truth, they were lashing out at the unseen change - really, in a sense, becoming bullies. "We thought you two were made of better stuff, maybe we shouldn't have been so open to you in our homes." Hiram continued. "Fuck you, Hiram, you aren't the only Mackeys we know." Jake was feeling a bit defiant, though he knew that Hiram, Sheldon, and Darrell were the ones that made it easy for them to hang out without incident among the Mackeys. "Fuck me?" Hiram asked, "Hey, there's an idea, don't you think, Darrell?" Darrell laughed. "I think maybe that since he has it on his mind, maybe he can show us on his little brother?" "What do you mean?" Harry asked, looking afraid, "And give me back my clothes. Carson said I could go." "Sure, after you pay your penalty, you can go." Darrell said with a smile. "You can't make me do anything!" Harry cried out. "That's it, I'm done, this is stupid. Give my brother his clothes. He doesn't have to do anymore." "Well, Jake, you both can go." Hiram said, "Nobody said you had to stay. Of course, nobody said you had to make that stupid bet, or that your brother go along with it only to back out and throw a temper tantrum, or that you both become welchers. So you both can go, welchers, just don't ever come back to our side of Indian Spring." "Yeah," Darrell added, "And we'll let everybody in Indian Spring know you're just a couple of pussies that cant follow through on an agreement." "Fine," Jake said after he rolled his eyes. He muttered 'assholes' under his breath before going on, "Just tell me the stupid penalties for Harry and me, and I'll do them both." The three older Mackeys laughed, though Sheldon's was more of a nervous laugh. "Sure, Finn?" "Yeah, I'm sure." "All right," said Darrell, "Who do you want to do it?" "Do what? " asked Jake. "Fuck you, Finn," said Hiram. "Well, fuck you, too, Hiram," Jake said almost cheerfully. "But what penalty? I'm supposed to find somebody to do what?" "Fuck you," said Darrell. Jake sighed and stood up, "All right, well fuck both of you, no, actually, all three of you. We'll go, since you wont tell me what you want this person to do. . . . ." "Fuck you," said Hiram laughing, "You have to pick someone to fuck you." Jake and Harry's mouths dropped open in surprise. "You cant be serious," Jake said in shock. "That's my penalty?" "No," Darrell said, "That's Harry's penalty, but if you're willing to take it, then we can forget yours." "Wait a minute," Sheldon started up, "We cant put that as Harry's penalty. Harry's only 11. . . . . . " "Hey, I'm almost 12," Harry interrupted. "You're 11 1/2, barely," his brother corrected him, "Now shut up, Harry. You aren't helping." "Anyway," Sheldon continued, "I just don't think - " "Sheldon, you a Mackey or not? We turn our own that young lots of times." Darrell said. "Used to," Sheldon corrected him, taking a defensive stand, "And my mom's just as much a Mackey as your dad is." "Well, you aren't wussing out, are you?" Hiram asked, "I mean, are you with us or not, Sheldon?" Sheldon paused, and Jake and Harry looked at all three of them as if they were nuts. "OK," Sheldon said. "If Harry does it, then a lighter penalty for Jake and everyone's square." Sheldon was on the fence, and everyone knew it. The older Mackeys needed his support, so they modified their penalty. "Fine," Darrell said. "A one time fuck, Harry. You wont be a bottom afterward." "No !" "And how does that fit into your precious Mackey traditions?" Jake sneered, now just casually covering his dick and nuts with one hand. "It can be a kid who cant cum," Hiram offered. "Or an outsider, maybe," Darrell offered. "Or an outsider;" agreed Hiram, "I bet the Council would agree to that if anybody pressed the offer." "But you would have to take the offer today, tomorrow we'll want more than one fuck." "And if we have to wait longer than that, we'll want you as a bottom." Jake wasn't sure he wanted to be friends with these guys ever again, or have anything to do with the Mackeys. But he also wasn't sure what the fallout would be. He just wanted this day to be over and done with. "Fine," Jake said. "No !! Not fine!!" Harry yelled, also trying to cover himself with his hands. "Relax, Harry," Jake said. "I'll do it. You guys happy? I'll do it; not Harry. Let's just get this over with." "Sure, Finn," Darrell smiled. "Who do you want to do it? Maybe my little brother, David? Poor little bastard won't get an opportunity like that in a while." "What the hell do you mean by that?" Jake asked; he wasn't so sure what Darrell meant by that last statement. "What's going to happen to David?" Darrell looked around at the other two Mackeys. Hiram shrugged his shoulders, as if to say 'why not'. "Well," Darrell explained, "David's on a very short list to becoming a bottom. He's 12, so he's eligible to be turned. It's our way. Sometimes every other year, or every few years, we pick a bottom from all the boys turning 12. If a lot of them are 12 at the same time, then we'll even do it every year, like we have the last three or four, especially since there's more of us now." "And do they get a say-so?" "No. Of course not. What kind of sense would that make?" "David's one of the last two boys on the list," Hiram explained further. "Sean's the other one, Jason's little brother. Only reason he's still on the list is Jason wasn't as quick as Hayden in getting his little brothers off the list." "Yeah, Tolley and Sean moved off the list pretty quick. Hayden's pretty damn protective, even of Seth. Not even his brother." Sheldon added. "We all know you've been wanting to plug Seth for a long time, Sheldon. Sorry for your loss." Sheldon flipped off Hiram, but he looked a bit embarrassed and didn't deny his interest. Darrell laughed and continued next. "Hayden protects Seth cause his dad, Amos, told him too. Old Jedediah Mackey wasn't happy none with Jason when Kevin ended up last on the list a year ago." "I think Kevin wanted to be on the list." "Whatever, at any rate, as for the others, our little cousin Daniel went off the list about a month ago when he turned 13. Fucker didn't even know that he was on it, probably." "Damn shame, too," Hiram mused. "Nice ass on that one. I'd love to see the kid plugged good. I don't know if it's more because it would bother his overly religious family, or just because he's such a quiet, good kid and I'm a pervert." Darrell laughed. Jake thought they were disturbed, there was also something distressingly interesting about it all. Or at least it would be, if it wasn't for the fact he was facing a situation very similar to David's. "So, uh, who else is on the list? Or Was?" "Well, for some reason Judge never made it on the list, but they go to the same church as Judith and her brothers, Mark, Daniel, and Luke. I don't know why he didn't make it to the list, though. His brother Joshua was on it two years ago, but I think he was off it pretty quick, too, if I remember correctly." "Joshua would have been fun to fuck. You ask me, Clarence Mackey's descendants are overdue for a bottom. Our side gave Kevin last year . . . ." "Wait, Kevin's a bottom?" Jake asked. "Oops. Probably shouldn't have said that. Well, maybe the two of you could have some fun later." Jake just flipped him off. It had been an easy thing to say earlier, but this idea of willingly getting bum-fucked was making him feel a bit queasy. "But now it's just down to David and Sean; though my money's on David." Darrell said with a smile. "Dude," Jake said with some disgust in his voice, "He's your brother!" "A pitiful little brother, can't even protect his sister from the likes of that filthy bastarded half breed, Malcolm." "But wait . . . . . wha- . . . . David's your brother!" ""Yeah, and he'll be enjoyed by a lot of Mackeys; he'll finally be good for something. Beside, Fairlane's been trying to get his brother Dean back on the list for months. And he's been on and off it twice already." He wanted to tell Darrell how disgusting all that was, but all the shocked mind of Jake could get out was a secondary question. "What do you mean calling Malcolm a half-breed?" "None of your business. Hey, here comes David. Maybe he'll be interested in your ass, Jake." "He's not allowed, remember Darrell?" Sheldon stated. "He and Sean are still on a no-sex ban until the official choosing in a couple weeks. " "OK, I don't want to know what that means, and I don't want anybody knowing about this," Jake said, feeling less sure about his decision. The older boys sent David on his way, though Jake couldn't help but follow his polyester/nylon clad ass as he walked away. David's wind shorts were heavy enough to fall along the lines of his crack; and the rounding of his ass globes as they flowed out from the small of his back and the outer curves that defined that boyish treasure were particularly inflammatory for Jake's dick. It wasn't the least bit difficult to imagine the true form that the boy's naked ass would show. You could practically see it right there, formed under the clothes. Jake shook his head as David was far enough away to not be as much a distraction. Sheldon for one was sniggering as Jake could no longer hide his reaction. At first all that could be seen around the cup of his hand was the band of black pubic hair on either side of the wrist and the side of his balls, as they could be glimpsed around the curve of his fingers. Now, his dick was elongated out so that the head was visible, and the dick uncomfortably pushed downward. He grimaced with some embarrassment. "OK, Jake, if you're finished following my brother's ass, maybe you can pick somebody to initiate yours, and we'll keep it all just between us, you, your brother, and whoever you pick to pop your cherry." "Gah-geez, don't say it like that. I guess it better be somebody not from here," Jake said, and then pointed directly at his little brother, Harry, "And you better never fucking say anything about this to anybody." "So who's it gonna be then?" After a long pause, Jake said, "Cole." "What? Are you serious? You want a Coolspring kid to do you?" "I don't want anybody to do me, but I've already had to do one disgusting thing with him. I'd rather not just spread it around. And besides, if he's Kelley's friend, he must have something decent and trustworthy about him. Go get him and explain it to him. But I'm NOT doing out here in the open." "Well, no shit Finn, although that would be kinda cool." "Yeah, maybe we should make him . . . . " Jake got nervous at this point. They wouldn't really bend him over and have someone fuck him out here in the open? As it turned out, though, they sure would have liked to have him bent over, but they didn't have that much of an upper hand. Jake petitioned Cole for his role in the semi-reluctant deflowering. But though Cole was intrigued, he was partly even more thrown off balance and too tired to go with the idea of fucking anybody. It was too weird, and too much. "Sorry, Jake, this is just . . . . . I'm kind of tired, you know. I think I might just go home." Jake stepped closer. He was a very handsome kid, and if a boy were gay, that boy would find the energy to accommodate anything the dark haired Finn wanted. He had a gypsy-like allure with the polish of a middle class American boy. But despite Cole's fun with Kelley and his willingness to pull Jake's mouth down over his dick earlier and spew his hot boy cum down his throat, Cole wasn't gay. And Jake didn't interest him that way. "Wait, please," Jake said quietly, "I know this all sounds weird, but please, please don't make me beg for something like this. It was hard enough just to ask for it to start with." Finally Cole relented and agreed to come by in the morning to Jake's house and help him fulfill his, or rather Harry's, penalty debts to the Mackey boys. Cole eventually left with Ethan back to the Tucker house and the Finney boys got dressed and went home. Neither Finney wanted to talk with the other about what had happened that day or would occur the next. Jake wanted to send Harry away when Cole came by in the morning, but the Mackey boys insisted that Harry witness, since it was mostly his penalty Jake was taking, and at least one of the Mackey boys as well. Jake chose Sheldon to witness. He wouldn't let Darrell or Hiram have the satisfaction. "Dammit," Darrell said as the two boys left dejected and humiliated for home. "We almost completely broke both of them, and now we won't even get to watch." "I know," Hiram agreed. "We should have insisted on our being witnesses. We won't make that mistake with Harry." "Damn straight, but don't let Sheldon know that this won't be the end of it. I don't trust his loyalties. The question is: what do we do with Tucker?" "Hal Tucker's batting for us against those big companies and the State, so it complicates things; but we wait until this weekend. Meantime, we need to make sure Tolley's not alone with his brother. Let's have Eli Corbin keep an eye on them." 12:40 pm Kelley returned back to his house with Jeremy in tow and found Ethan heading out the door in his swim trunks, with a tired looking Cole right behind. "Don't worry," Cole smiled when he saw Kelley do a questioning take on the scene. "We didn't do anything, and we won't either. You can trust me with him. We're going to my house. I have a pool. Anybody can come if they want." "Cool! Can I go?" Jeremy asked. "Will you guys wait for me? I gotta go back home and change." "Just go put one of mine on," Kelley said. "They should fit alright. Hey Ethan, take Jeremy up to my room and find him a swimsuit. And if Ashton's home, see if he wants to go, too." Ethan was happy to do this; it meant getting to watch Jeremy change. While they were up there, Cole stayed outside and asked Kelley if he wanted to come. "Don't worry; no sex," Cole smiled, "I think I'm done for that for awhile. At least until tomorrow." Kelley looked embarrassed with this statement. He looked at the ground, unable to respond. "Sorry, Kelley. Uh, you know, if I could take back everything we did," Cole said, "I think I would. Not just last night, well maybe especially last night, you know the fuc-uh.....other stuff, but also the blow jobs. I'd take it all back on a re-do." Kelley looked up, a bit confused and not really believing that statement. "You would? Why? You didn't like it?" The last part being a bit sarcastic "No, I - I liked it. Yeah. I definitely liked it, but I think you know that. No, I just, uh, kinda think you'd be a cool person to know, without all the other stuff in the way. Plus it feels kinda weird now. Well, not kinda. A lot weird I guess. I don't know; I just couldn't help myself." Kelley nodded. Yeah, he could understand the dilemma. He didn't understand his recent compulsions either. Could he blame it all on just needing a job? needing to save another kid from despair? needing to keep up Indian Spring traditions to help his dad win his community battles? Where did the blame there stop and go somewhere deeper? He didn't want it to be something deeper, at least he didn't feel like he did. Maybe it really was all just a coincident product of several external pressures, just a coping mechanism to survive. It didn't explain why he had enjoyed it at times. A cold shiver went through him; it wasn't something he wanted to admit to himself. Not today. A later day he could re-think it. Maybe after he tried the other side of things at the White Party? Did he really want to delve any deeper in this new world of sex? He missed the non-sexual one. But how long ago was that? Only a couple weeks? Or longer and he just didn't realize when it truly changed? "Hey, uh, Tucker, or Kelley, uh, deep in thought?" "What? Oh. Kinda. You know, just call me one or the other; it's OK to just call me either name." Kelley said. "Hey, Cole, what if . . . .uh. . . . . . .what if I told you that whatever we did won't have anything to do with being friends. We still can be good friends." "Cool." "So still want to take it all back then?" "Uhhh, oh, Hell no." Both boys laughed at this, relieving some tension on the subject. Cole then added, "except for maybe the really weird feeling about all of it." "Yeah," Kelley mused, mostly to himself, "I'd like to be rid of that, too." "OK, we're ready to go" Ethan yelled, coming out of the house beaming; Jeremy was following behind slowly, smiling with a touch of sheepishness. He pulled up at the swim trunks and grinned at Kelley "They fit OK?" he asked Jeremy, smiling back at the slightly younger boy. "Yeah. There's no string, but they'll do." Jeremy said, "Just better not go diving in them. Thanks for them." "I'm ready!" Ashton yelled, running out and going to his bike. "OK, see you guys later. Have fun!" 1:20 pm Kelley went downstairs to answer the doorbell, not surprised at who he found waiting; after all, Kelley had been waiting for him. "Hey, Lewis." Kelley said, stepping away from the door, "Come on in. Nobody's home." 2:30 pm "Ian Joseph, where have you been?" "Just out playing, mom, why? What's wrong?" "Well, one of your friends is here and has been waiting on you. He says you told him to come by." Ian looked puzzled for a moment, before a light came on. "Oh, does he have a gold tooth?" "Actually, yes. He showed it to me; seemed very proud of it. Apparently it's the last of his baby teeth and is a little loose. Well, he thinks it is, but I didn't see it move. But he swears it's loose." "That's Morgan. I forgot he was coming over; cool." "Yeah, I bet I know why you think it's cool." Ian looked over at the voice in the breakfast nook and saw his older brother, Connor, finishing up a sandwich. He had a mischievous smile and winked at Ian. "He said he was going to be 12 in a couple months," his mom, Elizabeth Cormack, said, "that's a little more than a year older than you, except I don't think he's any bigger than you are. He must be a little late in the big change, hmmm?" "Mommm . . . . . please . . . ." Connor, still smiling broadly and swallowing down the last bite of sandwich, got up to put his plate in the sink. On walking past, he taunted Ian, grabbing his younger brother's crotch and giving it a good squeeze. "You hear that, Ian, Mom says he's a little bigger than you are." Mrs. Cormack popped Connors behind with a wooden spoon, "THAT is NOT what I'm talking about, young man. Cheeky little . . . . . . . ." The smack stung a bit, but not enough to distract Connor's banter. "Oh, I don't know, Mom. I bet Ian's seen enough by now to tell you if it's true." "Out . . . . of . . . . .my . . . . . kitchen." She attempted to punctuate each word with a smack of the wooden spoon, but Connor just kept laughing, dodging several smacks. Even Ian had to smile, despite the insinuations - the accurate insinuations. She then sent Ian up stairs to meet his friend, before Duncan became too tired of entertaining him. Duncan was happy to see Ian, too. Morgan didn't really interest Duncan any, and the blond hair boy in the throws of puberty had an "innocent" accidental touch to Duncan's crotch five times already. Duncan did elicit a semi after the first touch, despite his lack of interest. Unfortunately, as soon as Morgan felt this enlargement through the soft cotton of Duncan's shorts, it only drove his interest further. And that wasn't even Dunc's best feature. So what was Duncan Cormack's best feature? That ASS. Moan, oh man, the tempting bottom that Duncan had - one that could tempt a James Dean straight boy to reach out and want to feel or squeeze it. Morgan may not have even been 12 yet, but his budding sexual interest knew the key features of what it wanted, and he almost shot his small clear load straight into his underwear just from watching Duncan walk out of the room. Of course, his dick had been primed by a few luscious thoughts and many opportune self-grabs already. All on his own, Duncan was a highly desirable boy; get a good feel of that firming lump, and any infatuated boy would be hopeless. In fact, Duncan was all that Morgan talked about for the first 20 minutes that he was together with Ian. It actually served to turn Ian off from wanting to do anything. He first had to convince Morgan to quit talking about Duncan and then after that was successful for about 10-15 minutes, it took him another 10 minutes to talk Morgan into wanting to do some sexplay with him, which had been the whole reason that Morgan had originally come. Morgan had wanted to try some full naked-on-naked play with Ian, but lost some interest in that after having been distracted by Duncan. But by the time Ian got him in bed in the guesthouse, Morgan was interested again. He asked if Ian would suck on him, too, once they were fully naked and laying together. "Come on, Morgan. I told you I'm not into that part. I'll jerk you off; you got a nice enough dick for that. You'll like it, Morgan, you always do; and I like your mouth on my dick. You do such a GREAT job. Man it feels incredible." Morgan blushed at the compliment and again found himself wanting to please Ian's dick, and convinced himself that it would suffice to please himself on Ian's dick. But he did enjoy the hard 3 inches Ian had to offer his salivating mouth. First, however, Morgan ran his hands through the beautiful reddish blond hair of Ian. It wasn't as fine as the hair color often suggested, being just thick enough to feel softness. It still could be considered short hair on a boy, as it wasn't so long that it would look like a mop; but it was long enough that it made for a nice trip through with raking fingers, something Morgan did over and over, all the while laying naked, half-on, half-off the slightly younger boy. The boys were fairly well matched for height and size, so that they were body for body in their touch as they lay there. Morgan's right upper thigh lay against the front edge of Ian's erect dick, just as Morgan's slightly longer dick ran up Ian's right upper thigh. Their bellies, such as they had that wasn't taut from the youthful burst into seminal puberty, just edge on edge, with Ian's light and creamy innie visible to any elated Peeping Tom housefly that might be perched on the ceiling above them. And their right nipples were firm and rebounding from the drag against each other as the boys moved; both boys able to exactly pinpoint from where these new wondrous physical mini-explosions were coming. This position allowed Morgan to put his face right near Ian's, though when he leaned in to touch lips with the boy, Ian turned his face to the side. Morgan tried to move with him, except Ian stretched his neck, moving his lips farther away - an understood signal. Morgan seemed just as happy to lean down and close his mouth on Ian's neck. It seemed instinctual, and Ian certainly seemed to like it. The writhing movements he made now were no indication of avoidance, but a new feeling that incapacitated any response beyond pleasure and demonstrated a want for Morgan to continue his exploration. And continue he did. Morgan only stopped briefly at the collarbone and paused a bit more on the shield of his chest. Ian moaned, eyes wide at the unexpected feeling of having his stiff nipple pulled down by and scraped along Morgan's own naked chest. Just as the constant movement was rubbing him to an upper body orgasm, Morgan lifted up and placed his mouth on the stiff nipple, wetting and slavering it, giving it a tongue massage. This new and previously unexperienced feeling was driving Ian wild. In 10 years and 9 months, he had never felt a build-up like this. Granted the sex he had had with Brianna was incredible and could never be replaced, or superceded, as she was his first girl, and he actually cared for her; this sex just was truly new and indescribable, all with what he had basically considered a throwaway boy. He really was only using Morgan as a placeholder between the boy-sex he had been having wantonly and the sex he hoped to resume when Brianna came off her restrictions tomorrow. Morgan was the transition boy for Ian in moving from his 'bad' life to a 'good' one. Ian wasn't really thinking about this, however. He was purely responding physically. He reached his hands up and caressed the back of Morgan's head, encouraging the movement around his right nipple. His left nipple wanted the same treatment, though envious as it may have been of the right, Ian did not feel able to speak, but could only roll slightly to the right, as if trying to move his left nipple closer to Morgan's mouth. Ian meanwhile moved his left hand down Morgan's back, almost as in a loving sex embrace, except for Ian it meant nothing beyond physical response to an increased desire for more. And more. Morgan continued moving downward, now running his tongue into and around and back into Ian's compact bellybutton, causing Ian to pull away from the tongue the entire time. Oddly enough, though he was instinctually trying to get away, he did not want Morgan to stop. It was like an exquisite torture. Morgan kissed his way down the stop, continuing toward the target to which Ian's muscular adbominal V pointed. During the whole of the excursion from shoulder to nipple, nipple to belly button, and belly to penile root, Ian's 3 inch rubbery steel stallion was being pulled down by the movement of Morgan's body, pulled in the opposite direction of where it wanted to spring fully erect, a direction that could be considered painful had it not so completely heightened the boy's desire. By the time Morgan got to the root, Ian was expecting him to travel upward and take the tip into his mouth and start to go down in earnest. Morgan did go up the hard member and swirled the young boy's dick eliciting a loud grunted moan, but he then merely slobbered without much pressure down the front of Ian's penis, and then sucked in both of the boy's balls. Ian was just at the point of coming when Morgan sucked hard on his sack, causing a squeezing of his balls that in many ways was painful, and Ian couldn't comprehend why on earth he yelled out YES loud enough to be heard outside and simultaneously pushed down on Morgan's head and lifted his pelvis off the mattress pulling backward, both actions inconceivably adding to the pain in the squeeze of his balls that his body so desperately and inexplicably needed at that moment. Still having not cum, Ian tried to drag Morgan's head back up his dick. Morgan complied, licking along the way, before finally taking the helmet head with a swirl of the tongue and then down the entire shaft, giving a light suction as he traveled back up and a back and forth swish of his tongue as he traveled back down. Morgan grasped Ian's hips such that his forefingers were pointed toward the small of Ian's back, the middle fingers were along that delicious subtle ridge where the buttocks flare out from the back and the last two fingers were pressing wondrously into that soft fatty muscle that makes a boys bottom cheeks so wonderful. As Morgan sucked in more dick, all the way until his lips kissed the very pubic skin of Ian. He sucked even harder, massaging even more of the root of the penis than just the head, swallowing as he did so. Ian by now was losing more of his senses and surrendering the whole of his mid-body to Morgan's control. As he did so, Morgan became more aggressive in his grab of Ian's ass while he sucked; his fingers were now delving into the boy's crack, even as he was now squeezing the whole of Ian's cheeks. Ian felt the cum boiling out of his nuts as his body braced for the slam of a massive orgasm. Just as the churning began, Morgan moved off the dick, slavering down the scrotum again. "OOhhh gaahhhhdd noooooOOOOO!!!!" Morgan took in both nuts again, sucking hard on them so that they were squeezed in his mouth. "OOOHHHOOWWWWOOOhhhYYEESSS!! YYYESSS!! YYYEESS!! HARDER!! HARDER!!! HARRAAAUUUGHHDDAAAHHHH!!! YYYNNNGHH!!! NNNGGHHH!!!!" Ian was quite vocal now, yelling out loud, insanely screaming pleasure as his nuts were racked in Morgan's mouth. Morgan had shifted his fingers lower so that the very edges of them were scraping the wrinkled muscles of Ian's hole, beginning to tease it apart and open, even without plan or intention. Still, Morgan's subconscious felt drawn to the exploration of this crinkly yet smoothable orifice, seeming to draw his fingers inward like a calling. And at the same time Ian was pushing against this new feeling, wanting more of the exploration without his conscious mind - whatever could even be practically classified as conscious at this point - even aware. Morgan's fingers dug in further, Ian's own sweat providing enough lubrication. He began working the hole hard, in and out with the first half-inch or so of his finger, completely massaging the hole, in and out of it, around it, opening and pulsing it manually with squeezes of the fleshy buttocks. It was at this point that it occurred to Morgan what he could do, and he had a strong interest in seeing what it would feel like. As he moved off the balls of the moaning, groaning, roaring boy, he went back down on the hard straining dick and worked the tip of his finger around the now flexible anus and slid the whole of the middle finger in deep as he worked the underside of the dick with his tongue. Morgan left the whole of his finger buried in Ian's ass, barely taking any out and yet giving hard thrusts, such that his knuckles were slamming solid against the naked perineum. Morgan was also pulling that finger every which way against the sides and pulling the anal opening with it, more and more so as he increased his fury on sucking dick. Eventually it was too much, so much that even a ball crushing blow could not stop the gushing flow. It was still a watery cum, but Ian shot up twice the amount that he normally did. It may not have been much compared to young teen boys, and he hadn't been doing it long, but it felt as though he was emptying his body of all fluid and the energy that it took to make it, as he arched up more and tried to send his precious commodity as deep into Morgan's throat as he could shoot it. Morgan was caught off guard by amount that was being shot, but more so with how hard and fast it bypassed the back of his tongue and just hit the back of his throat. He tried to come directly off after the first shot, but Ian was too strong in that moment, pushing his head down with the first few spasmodic jerks of orgasm. Eventually as the energy drained out of him and the breath was leaving with long gasps, Ian's strength faded and Morgan came up, withdrawing the finger from Ian's ass in the process, coughing as a late response to the cum that had almost gone down the wrong way. Ian collapsed with near-death like repose. He had never felt so worn out and devoid of energy in his life; and it would be awhile before he came back. Even Morgan's coughing and later calling his name were just background noise. Morgan then got up to go wash his fingers. When he came back, Ian was truly out. Morgan just got back on the bed totally naked as he was, crawled up next to Ian, pulled a sheet over them and held their naked bodies close. Morgan was both satisfied and left yearning, wanting that same release of everything that Ian had experienced, but more than happy to just relish in the naked warmth of the boy. In no time at all, Morgan was out, asleep, and in very peaceful dreams. Kelley meanwhile, was naked in his own bed, coming off Lewis' dick for the second and last time, surprised how much the older boy could cum on a second round. He swallowed a couple more times, trying to get the last of the slimy, oddly flavored load down his throat and into his stomach. He looked down at the gently twitching deflated young teen dick. It definitely was not 'little boy' dick he had slavered and worked with his mouth twice in the last hour. This was the full-on into puberty teen dick. Kelley reflected on the cum itself, that he had felt shooting and flowing out of the dick while it was still filling his mouth, trying to mix it with his own saliva and swallow it down. Unlike Malcolm, Lewis' cum never did taste good. It wasn't foul; and the taste itself wasn't vomit inducing, but it was quintessential 13 year old cum - thickened semen, full of sperm, quickly going from amorphous viscous fluid to strands that hung-up on the back of the tongue while being swallowed. In his mouth, the amount felt larger, filling the whole space, like a milkshake with egg yolks and a touch of bleach added. But Kelley got it all down, the awkward texture just threatening to induce a gag reflex. Worse were the dwelling thoughts on just what it was he was swallowing. If a boys balls made up the definition of what a boy was, what did it mean when you took a boy's dick in your mouth and swallowed down the very essence of what he had made in his balls? Plus, there was the shame of knowing he had given a boy sexual pleasure, and the proof or fruition of that was now in his belly, and it would remain there for a while, only slowly making its way through the whole of his own body. "Wow," Lewis was still catching his breath. "That was . . . . . fucking amazing. Thanks man. You definitely . . . . . whew . . . definitely . . . . . kept your side . . . . of the bargain . . . . . . Thanks Kelley." "Sure," Kelley said, feeling a bit lost, though thankful he hadn't gotten an erection during any of this, though truth be told, he hadn't felt so inclined, either. "Thanks for getting all those pictures of my brother. I talked with him the other day about being careful." "You should tell him what you did, you know, so he doesn't do it again." "I don't think I want to tell him." "Yeah, well, as great as you were about keeping your promise, and you did a really REALLY great job on it, too, but as good as you were about that, somehow I don't think you really do want to do it again." Kelley smiled, more of a resigned-to-fate smile, "No, I definitely don't want to do it again." "I should get dressed." Lewis said as he started to get up. He had mixed feelings. He felt completely relaxed and at ease in his post-cum state, especially having had two orgasms in the last hour, but he was reluctant to bid adieu to the deal that had netted him such fantastic oral ministrations to his hard penis. It truly had been amazing, and the little guy, already becoming a teen, with developing balls and pubic hair and no interest in guys, had none-the-less given it his all, just as he had promised he would, to make the blow jobs incredible. Lewis could never had made such a deal, but he was impressed with Kelley and had nothing but respect for the kid for doing it. He wished he could continue more, but his respect kept him from asking. And so with the satiety and yearning flowing together in the same cup of his teenage sexuality, Lewis pulled on his underwear and pulled up his pants quietly. Kelley, just as quiet, slipped on his own boxers to see Lewis to the door. One down, four to go. He wasn't sure where he stood with Cole, but there the two Mexican boys to deal with, and his promise to Malcolm. Despite what many would think, he wasn't having post-promise doubts about his debt with Malcolm, though. He was still in the mode of trying to figure out how to encourage the boy to come into the light. But he was looking forward to being done with the other boys. Things were looking up. He was glad Lewis had agreed to do both of his last two blow jobs this afternoon (in exchange for doing them completely naked and in Kelley's bed - a suggestion that was hard for Lewis to get out without feeling like some kid of pervert). Now Kelley could see a light at the end of the tunnel. Things were looking much better. Casey would soon be off to St. Oliver's, relieving Kelley of any debt there. He would be done with the Mexican boys Wednesday - he had already decided he was just going to have to grit his teeth and bear it (well, bare it) and never look back - and then he would have a job, and therefore money, for the next few years. He would also soon be done with Cole, sexually speaking, only leaving Malcolm to deal with. Kelley took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Yes he would soon, very soon, be back on the path of a real boy, the way a boy should be, and back to enjoying life as it was meant to happen for him. Kelley smiled, feeling relaxed and went to get a shower and wash off the reminders of the day's events. 5:15 pm "Ian . . . . . . . . . . . Ian, wake up." It wasn't Ian who stirred first, however. "Hey, I take it that you are Ian's friend?" James asked the boy just waking up and looking confused. The boy nodded, but he was still just coming awake. "What's your name?" "Morgan," he mumbled starting to disentangle himself from Ian and beginning a bit of stretching. You could tell the boy was still not quite back with his surroundings. "Well, Morgan, my name's James. I'm Ian's brother, and I have to get him up to get ready to go to dinner." Morgan just nodded dumbly again. Man, he had been having the most incredible dream, and for some reason his whole body felt cool and free, except for the warm wonderful contact with the naked boy beside him. Naked!!! Holy shit! He was naked!! And worse, he could feel that his dick was hard as a rock. Morgan was suddenly very awake, and, of course, very scared and very embarrassed being caught out by 16 year old James. "Hey, hey," James patted the boy on his belly, "Relax, don't worry, you're not in trouble. You don't have any reason to be in trouble; it's just time to get up. I put your clothes over there in the chair. Come on, it's ok. I already know you're naked, and I have four younger brothers; so there really isn't anything I haven't seen." Morgan was still embarrassed, but it seemed more embarrassing just to stay in bed after James acknowledged that he knew what was up under the sheet. And something was quite literally up. Morgan tried to hide his erection as he slid out of bed past James, but he was unable to do this completely, as he was surprised that it was wet and looked at himself quickly to check. It wasn't pee, it was clear and slippery and almost dripping, and he really felt like he needed to cum. "Hey buddy," Morgan was startled again by James. He looked up at the strong lad with auburn hair, Were ALL the Cormack boys so damn good looking? He wasn't anything like Duncan, but he was still a looker. Morgan's heart, or whatever it was, was melting too much to be totally embarrassed by being caught out by James with a dripping erection. The only thing is, it had never really been dripping like this before. "Don't worry about it," James was continuing, and handing the boy a couple of Kleenex from the bedside table. "It's normal. Here you can take care of it before you get dressed, if you want. Did you have fun?" Morgan nodded without feeling like he could reply and padded over to the chair where his clothes were. He wiped his dick with the tissue, but wasn't feeling strong enough to just jerk it right there in front of Ian's brother, despite the fact that James wasn't looking at him and that it really wouldn't take very many jerks. Morgan just went ahead and started getting dressed. It was a bit harder getting Ian awake and out of bed, but James managed it, although Ian just wanted to stand by the bed for a while until more fully awake. He dimly remembered saying goodbye to Morgan as the kid left, but standing there bow-legged and butt naked and using the bedside table for support, he could only concentrate on one thing. "Why do my balls hurt so bad?" "Couldn't tell you little brother, but lets get you a shower before dinner, how about that? And you can come back and change these sheets later." "Yeah, Ok." He still was only thinking about how sore he was. And it wasn't just his balls that hurt. His dick was sore, his butthole felt ravaged, and even the area between his balls and hole was sore, like it had taken a serious pounding. He started a few steps and almost went straight to his knees, except James reached out and supported him. He still felt a little weak. The strength was returning, however, but that just meant he was more aware of how stiff and sore he felt, though strangely overly relaxed on top of it all. "Why are you walking so funny?" "I told you, my balls hurt." Ian paused very briefly and reddened slightly, "and uh my dick's a little sore, too. I think Morgan almost sucked it off my body. Except it feels sore inside, too, like in the muscles. You know, that make it hard." "Those aren't muscles, Ian. Some other day we'll have a good talk on all that OK? I'll make sure you understand what's all down there and how it works. Meanwhile, is anything else sore? You're walking like something else hurts." "Well . . . . . . my butthole's kinda sore, James." "Here, bend over the toilet seat there, Ian; let me have a look." Ian bent over with his hands on the closed toilet seal lid. He didn't have to be told to part his legs much, as he was interested in keeping them parted anyway. "Yeah, it's definitely red back here. Is this the first time you've been fucked, Ian?" "Hunh? I don't . . . . yeah, I guess . . . . I mean . . . . I got fucked? Wouldn't I remember that? How can you tell?" "Whoa, whoa, slow down. You've been fucked before, yes or no?" "No, James, I don't want that." "Well did you let your friend Morgan do that?" "No! Unless . . . . maybe when I was asleep?" "I don't know," James said, not convinced of that possibility. "He didn't seem like that type of kid. That would certainly be disturbing, but . . . I don't think so. You sure you didn't let another kid back here in the last day or so? An older kid, maybe?" "No, no way. Definitely not." "Well, what happened back here? It's OK to tell me the truth, Ian." "I know, I uh, I guess Morgan had his finger up there at some point." "You guess?" "Yeah, well, I was kinda distracted by his mouth, OK?" "Hmmm, I don't know, Ian. To be honest, I haven't seen a lot of boys' assholes, but this looks like more than a finger. Well -" James thought further, as he still had a grasp of Ian's cheeks, holding them further apart, but was interrupted by a call from the bedroom. "Hey James, did you find Ian?" "Hey, Connor, come in here, I want you to look at something." "What? No," Ian said and tried to stand back up, except that James pushed him back down. "Don't be silly, Ian. Connor, what do you think of this?" "Huh, who's been fucking Ian? I didn't know you took it up the butt, little dude." "I don't!" Connor squatted down for a better look, pressing around the red anal tissue with his fingers. "Well, looks like somebody had fun back here with your first time." "That's what I thought," said James, "But Ian claims he still has never had anal sex - well, you know what I mean, as recipient. He says Morgan was fingering him." "Yeah, well, he certainly has had experience top side." "Hey, can you not talk about me like this when I'm bent over. It's not exactly comfortable." The two older brothers smiled at each other and rolled their eyes. "I don't know, James, this doesn't look like finger action. He looks like he's been dicked." Connor pulled the reddened anus open a bit and tested the center of it with his forefinger. Ian squirmed a bit, but more from soreness than weirdness or any excitation. "Well," Connor continued, "There's no sign of anything to make it smoother or slicker, like Vaseline, so if the kid used his finger really hard, made jerking movements around Ian's hole a lot, then I guess it could be a finger. Ian, you promise me and James that an older boy did NOT fuck you." "No, no one has . . . unless . . . .it happened when I was asleep." "Nah, I don't know," Connor said, "I saw the little twerp this afternoon, couldn't keep his hands off Duncan, but I don't think he would do something that bad. On the other hand, Ian, you got a nice ass there, and you certainly are due for a fucking." Connor smiled and gave Ian's ass a slap. "Hey!" Ian exclaimed and stood up. "And I'm not due for anything!" "I don't know about that, Ian; I may have to agree with Connor. Sorry to put it this way, but you really are overdue for a good fucking. Only, just not when you are asleep and definitely not from any older boys." "Not older than 12 or 13," Connor refined their concern. Ian started to protest, but James cut him off. "Let's get you in the shower, and you and I will need to have a talk about karma and responsibility, and what not. Connor, go get some clothes for Ian." Ian again tried to argue, but James insisted and pushed his younger brother into the shower, turned the water on, and grabbed the shampoo bottle. "Are you going to bathe me?" Ian said, laughing. James just smiled and started rubbing shampoo into Ian's hair. "I used to bathe you when you were a little boy." "Not a little boy anymore," "I don't know. I wonder sometimes lately." James picked up a wash clothe and began soaping it up. "You know what Karma is Ian?" "No." "It's a Vedic concept, there's the same thing in our Irish ancestry, just not expressed by a single word. For the Irish, the idea was spread over several stories and other parts of our history." James carefully washed Ian's face and rinsed it and his hair. "There are all sorts of power in the world, Ian; and everyone has the ability to sense and use power of different forms, in different means, with different intensities, and for different purposes." James continued talking, washing Ian's body as he went. "Whenever we use power, we mold and shape currents that affect things to which we direct power, and affect the currents of power shaped and used by others. The changes produced affect the currents around us, as well, so that we are changed by our very use of power." By this time, James had made it down the front and back of Ian with the wash clothe; he skipped the boy's bottom and genitals, and began washing his arms and legs. "The greater the power, or the greater it is exercised, by intent or neglect, the greater the changes that will be effected around you and within you. That's part of the idea of Karma. Also reflected in the Golden Rule, basic Wiccan philosophy, and others. What you do, the way you treat people, it all comes back to you in one way or another." James moved to Ian's buttocks and scrubbed them, including within his crack, though he was more gentle there. Ian allowed the entire washing without protest. In one sense it was like he could be a little kid again with his older brother James taking care of him. But he was also listening closely to what James was trying to tell him. He understood what his brother was trying to say, and he himself had been realizing on his own that he needed to change the way he did things, including the what, why, and how he did things. James moved on to Ian's front side; for him, washing Ian's nuts and penis was not really different than washing his arms and fingers. It was a little bit more weird to Ian, but only a small amount, negligible due to the limited contact time before James was rinsing him off with the hand held shower device. "Some people speak of positive Karma and negative Karma, but these are just perceptions of effect through a myriad of lenses, all of them incapable of seeing a whole. But there really is Karma; it's just not good or bad. It's the decisions you make and how you handle the consequences that produce good and bad, or right and wrong, or even good/righteous and evil, three totally different constructs that aren't necessarily even related." "Hunh?" Ian was lost on the last part. "Well, let's say we go to dinner tonight at a buffet and you get to have one more item on your plate, and mom wants you to have a vegetable, but instead you get another desert. Well as far as right and wrong go; it was wrong, because you disobeyed mom. As far as good and evil go, well, it's not evil, and you might could even consider some of it good, if you were thankful to God for the dessert, the opportunity, etc. And as far as good and bad goes, well it's good if you had a good night from the enjoyment of it, bad if you got sick from it. So every decision is complicated," Ian sighed at the enormity of a single decision. "But it's the run of these decisions that often makes more of the difference. What kind of a person you are. First try to avoid evil, then avoid wrong, then try to choose what would be good for you and others. So you see, it's not that hard." At this point, James reached under the sink and pulled out a plastic step stool and set it in the shower. He replaced the handle-held shower back up high and told Ian to have a seat and just enjoy the hot water for a couple minutes. "Hey, James . . . . . . Thanks. I know I haven't made the best decisions in the last couple months . . . ." "Ian, you can talk almost anyone into doing anything. That can be a very dangerous thing, but not just to others, to yourself as well. You can change yourself, for good or bad, or even for good or evil." "I know. I get it." "Embrace your Karma, Ian, as much as controlling it. You remember that. Embrace your Karma." At that point Connor returned and stuck his head into the bathroom. "Hey buddy, I wasn't sure what you wanted to wear, so I just brought you some underwear for now." "That's cool. Thanks Connor." Connor held out his hand and opened it up, showing a dark pink pair of his 9 year old sister Katherine's panties. "Fucker." Ian muttered, though he did have to smile. James laughed and got up to leave with Connor. "Don't knock it," he said, "It's a decent pair of underwear. I guess we'll see you back in the house." Ian finished his shower a few minutes later, feeling much more relaxed, and a little bit less sore. He put a towel around himself, figuring that's how he would have to leave the bedroom area over the garage and go back into the house. However, as he entered the main bedroom from the bathroom door, he saw that Connor had laid out his clothes for the evening, including boxers. What a weird afternoon, he thought. But wow, what an afternoon! Ian figured he owed something to Morgan, and probably something more than a hand job. A small shiver went through him and he hoped that it would be alright if the whole Karma bank account thing was delayed a day or so. He would figure it out later.