Date: Mon, 5 Oct 2009 01:36:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Jonas Henley Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Ch 22 Kids of Indian Spring By Jonas Henley Chapter 22 Choosing the Path Undesirable / Desired Monday, 19 June 1995 7:20 pm Kelley went back up to his room after dinner to read some. It felt like he had not had a chance to read a book in ages. He opened up a book about a Boggart from one of his favorite authors, and was soon engrossed. "Kelley, am I interrupting anything?" "Hey, dad, no, it's ok. Come in." His dad came in and sat on the bed. He talked with Kelley for a short while, catching up on how his friends were doing, mentioned that it was good to see Nathan again (he had come by shortly before supper), and asked in general how his summer was going. It was the first chat that they had had in several days. It eventually led to the spendover at the Brewer's house that weekend. Kelley's dad again expressed misgivings about Kelley and Ethan going to the party, even though he admitted that their mom was OK with it. "Wait . . . . . you mean Mom knows?" "Well, yes, she knows." "I mean, she knows that there is going to be a party that night, or she knows exactly what goes on at these . . . . uh . . . . White Parties?" "Yes, Kelley, she does. She didn't originally know that's what it was, but she realized last week that they are the same parties that . . . . . uh . . . . . well your Uncle Seamus and I used to go to when we were little. Well, at least a few times; for a while, I thought it was a more shameful part of my past. However, as your mother has pointed out: no-one got hurt, I had had fun and in general a fairly decent childhood; and I grew up well enough. As did Seamus." "So you and Uncle Seamus used to . . . . . you know," Kelley made a quick and embarrassed in-and-out pantomime with his fingers, "other boys?" "Yes," his father said, now looking embarrassed himself. "We wore White to the parties, the same as you and Ethan will be. It's a perfectly natural part of boyhood to experiment with other boys. It, uh, doesn't really happen to this extreme in most areas of the world. In fact, even, and maybe especially, among boys who like boys, like ... uhm . . . " "Ethan?" "Well, I was going to say Nathan," his dad said. "Yeah, well, him too." "Anyway even among boys like Nathan, and . . . . uh . . . . maybe your brother, though I'm more willing to wait on the outcome of that, most of these boys never fool around to the extreme of even oral sex, much less anal sex. I guess Indian Spring has become an oasis of more liberal attitudes that allows boys to have some guilt-free release and enjoyment." "Uggh, this is more than I wanted to know about you and Uncle Seamus." His dad laughed, "Well, part of me feels the same, but you know, we were boys too." "So if it was so great, why do you not like it?" "Kelley, these White Parties, the rules about becoming bottoms that get 'owned' by tops, and several other traditions like it, they all take the real fun out of the process of exploring. It creates requirements out of experiments and puts rules into what should be play. I don't like that aspect; I would try to change it, if it weren't for the fact that I cannot take on too much at one time with the traditionalists here." "I know you would. I don't really like those rules, either. I mean . . . . you know . . . . cause of Ethan and all." "You boys don't have to live by them, Kelley." "You know that's not true dad. But it doesn't really affect me directly." The last part wasn't true, but Kelley didn't feel that that was something his dad needed to know. His dad sighed. "Well . . . . . . . both of you don't have to follow the rules. But I think you are right in one way. For the meantime, Ethan can largely skip by on the rules, as long as you follow them. . . . . . . But, son, that's not right of me to ask that of you." "Why not? I can handle it. Dad, you grew up with the same rules and did OK. And this is where I live, too. If you don't get all the Mackeys to back you, or enough of them, I know what happens to Indian Spring. Once this settles down, we can change the other stuff. And I can keep an eye on Ethan; you just have to explain these rules to him. You can't wait any longer." Again a sigh. "You are correct, Kelley. More than you realize. I haven't wanted to admit it, and I haven't wanted it to be true, but I really really do need you to go along with the rules and expected codes. I'm just glad you haven't engaged in any sexual activity yet. That will make it easier on me. " "Yeah, no sweat, dad." "And if you do end up turning another boy, being his first top, I mean - uh, . . . . . can you ejaculate already Kelley? Does white or clear stuff come out when you . . . . " His dad made a subtle masturbation motion to punctuate, completely embarrassing Kelley, "Daadd!! Come on . . " "Well, do you?" Kelley mumbled out a yes, but had to turn his head, reddened. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, my son." His father hugged him while sitting next to him on the bed. "It's a normal sign of growing up for a boy, especially at your age. It's to be expected, kind of celebrated." "Well . . . . . please don't throw me a party." His dad laughed, again squeezing him in another fatherly hug. "So tell me, at the risk of embarrassing you further, is it clear or white, the . . . uh . . . stuff you . . . . " "White, dad; sort of. Getting whiter, anyway," the sound of his voice betraying the humiliation of the topic. But it wasn't over. His dad went on to talk to him about the fun he could have if he wanted to engage in either anal or oral sex. He encouraged Kelley to try whatever he thought he might enjoy and could handle, but never to force others or coerce them. "Since you can now produce sperm, Kelley, remember that you are also now capable of turning other boys, if they have not yet had semen deposited in their rectum from another boy. If you are their first, then by the rules, you do have certain rights. You don't have to feel bad about enjoying them; just have respect for the boy." "You mean if I . . . . . top another guy that's uh. . . " "A virgin?" "Yeah, a virgin . . . . if I make him not-a-virgin, you think it's ok if I follow the rules and use the guy?" "Well, . . . . . . uhhhh, this is harder to answer; but if you are willing to follow the rules, I believe it is OK for you to enjoy the boy, but the caveat I give you is to be sure the boy is under no harm, stress, or despair. I would expect the same from you in reverse. If it bothers you or the boy, then you need to stop. In that I would be equal. If you agree to follow the rules, then they apply in all respects." "OK, I can, but at the party I would only top, if I do anything at all, so . . . . . I just won't top anybody that hasn't done anything before." "Well, I trust you, Kelley. So do not worry about the boy's virginity, just think about whether or not he really wants to do it. If he does, then have fun. Though I wish to caution you; I strongly discourage you from ever being a bottom, Kelley. I don't think that is who you will be later in life, and . . . . I do not believe it would be worth the momentary pleasure. OK?" "Yes, sir. Don't worry. I won't." "I'm glad you understand, Kelley. I hope you don't think I'm callous or unloving . . . . ." "No, dad, I understand." "Then I'm going to ask you to obey the same rules as everyone else. Can you abide by them?" "As long as you always trust me, and keep expecting me to follow them, you know, don't go changing them to protect me," Kelley was making sure that if he screwed up in the future - which he definitely was NOT - then he wouldn't have to feel bad about putting his dad at risk of losing his standing in his community efforts. "So, if that's OK; if you promise, I will." Halford Tucker smiled at his son. He was showing multiple signs of the path to manhood. "Then we have a deal, son. Now that you know everything, if you decide to bottom, I'll expect you to follow the rules." Kelley smiled, hoping that was an end of all that conversation. "No problem, dad. I don't think that will be happening." "Well, I guess the only other thing is to make sure you understand how to have sex with a boy." Kelley almost choked, despite the fact he wasn't eating or drinking anything. "Are you OK. Son?" Hal pounded on his back. "Now, one difference between you and Ethan, and me and Seamus, is that by the time Seamus and I went to our first White Party, we had already fooled around with a couple of boys our age." "Oh geez, dad . . . . . I don't think I want to hear about that. " "Don't worry, son," his dad smiled, "I don't really want to talk with you about those days either; and I'm pretty sure your Uncle Seamus would also prefer I didn't. Let's just talk about you and Ethan and what you may expect at the White Party. Many, maybe all, of those boys will be more experienced, and I don't want you and Ethan to feel too uncomfortable." "Oh man," Kelley groaned quietly; he waited for the oncoming discourse of embarrassment (to the nth magnitude for a boy in early puberty), but as soon as his dad started, Kelley went bug-eyed and stared across to the other side of his room, trying to wish himself invisible. "Well, let's talk first about oral sex, in case that comes up at the party, including giving, receiving, and something called 69'ing, and then we'll move on to anal sex, what you might call fucking, cornholing, . . . . . . . . " "Oh gahd . . . . " Kelley moaned. This can't be real. It's certainly not right. His dad continued talking and describing and occasionally gesturing with his hands (THAT was the worst) all the possible options that Kelley might or could encounter. It might have been very helpful, if it wasn't for two things. One, Kelley had already, and unfortunately, lived this part, and two, it was this life that Kelley was trying to leave after this week was over. On the other hand, it was actually helpful since he would be topping for the first time this weekend, and he might have to do it in front of a boy that has done it before. Finally after an agonizing 40 minutes, his dad finished up his conversation, or his dialogue, rather. "Well, do you have any questions for me, Kelley?" Kelley mouthed the word 'No' and shook his head, but he found it impossible to actually speak. "Good, good, just so long as you know that you can always come to me with any questions that you may have. I'll have this conversation with Ethan tomorrow afternoon." "Oh, I don't have to be there, do I?" His dad laughed, gave him another fatherly hug, and told him no, he did not have to be there. "Dad, uh, there is one thing . . .Ethan has white briefs, but I don't have any." "Oh, that's not a problem, I was going to buy you both some anyway Wednesday afternoon. Here stand up and unzip, and let me see what size you are now." "What??" "The size of your underwear, son." "Oh yeah, right." Kelley stood and his dad pulled back the waistband enough to look at the tag, actually a bit more than enough. When was the last time he had seen his boy's bottom backside? Even now he was only glimpsing the top third. Maybe it was all the recent talk taking him back to his childhood memories, but even he had to admit that was the most beautiful boy ass he had ever seen, or at least if he saw a better one in his youth, then he did not remember it. Of course, he had forgotten much of those years after he began exploits with girls, and definitely after his wife decided she liked this ruffian Tucker boy after all. All the same, this was his son. He memorized the waistband size, shook his head and let the waistband snap back. "OW!? "Oh, sorry son. OK, I'll go buy the underwear Wednesday afternoon." "Oh dad, one more thing about Wednesday . . . . . " Kelley told his dad about the opportunity to work with the landscaping company (minus the entrance fee of getting fucked by two boys currently working there), and the two discussed it another 20 minutes. His father was unsure of this, but did feel a little bit better when Kelley explained that he would be working with 2 other boys near his age, that it was a family owned business, that he would only be helping in Coolspring, and that it was just low-level lawn maintenance work. In the end, he gave Kelley his blessing, provided it wasn't more than 10-15 hours per week in the summer, and only 5-10 during the school year - if it continued that long.. "Thanks dad, I'll let you know how it goes. I think I'm gonna go to bed now." "All right, good night, son." 9:15 pm Kelley had his light out, perhaps slightly earlier than his normal summer bedtime, but he could not sleep. He lay there thinking about the state of things. He was finished with Lewis; he would take Cole up on the offer to be done with their agreement. He was going to the White Party actually in White, thanks to his dad, and he would be allowed by his dad to work with the lawn care company in Coolspring. That just left Casey. Casey would be going off to boarding school next week. He was supposed to leave next Tuesday, which left seven days. Seven days to a new life, the one he was supposed to be having this summer. Kelley thought back to the rules as they were explained to him. By rights via the rules, Casey could tap his ass whenever he wanted (geez, these were stupid rules, Kelley thought, who the hell came up with them?) and if he didn't come by for it - which why would he, if he didn't know - then Kelley was supposed to seek him out five days from the last fuck, and ask for one. At least, those were the rules. Stupid rules. The question is, if Casey doesn't know, then should he, Kelley, follow the rules? Well, he wasn't going to tell Casey, at least. So he didn't have to worry about Casey knocking. He certainly didn't have to worry about Casey telling anyone. Casey wouldn't do it for one, and nobody really talked to him much for another, except for a couple of equally, uh, different, kids in the City. And Greg Allen. But he was fairly harmless, as well. How many days ago was it, any way, the last time that Casey had fu-uuu-uh, uh, uh did . . . . that . . . . to him. Well, . . . .with him? Even Kelley had to admit to himself that Casey had done it 'with him' more than 'to him', as difficult as it was still to think about that. But, anyway, what was it he had been laying here counting? Oh yeah, the days. Well, the last time with Casey was on Thursday. From Thursday night to now, Monday night, was five days. Unless, you count calendar days, then Thursday to Monday would be five days. So was it four days or five days since the last time. Why did he care? Kelley laid back on his bed, twiddling his thumbs, staring up at his ceiling with the lights out, just twiddling away, only not the twiddling that a 12 yo boy normally wants to do. Why not just play with himself? Yeah, why not just jerk off? When's the last time he came? That would be last night, though he didn't want to think about what caused it (or who - Cole - ). When was the last time he came on his own? Ohhhh, what does it matter? He wasn't in the mood anyway. And he continued twiddling his thumbs. 11:10 pm Clatter. Nothing but cricket sounds in the night. Clatter (more of a pitter-patter at an edge with some particulate resonance on a sill). Even still just the cricket noises in the night. Several pings went off against the glass this time. A boy in a white T-shirt and dark blue thin cotton boxers could be seen dimly behind the window pane. A desk lamp came on, and the window was pulled up. The silhouette of the boy was now illuminated, showing the boxers to be a more washed-out dark blue with a pattern of sailboats, a brighter white to the T-shirt, and a tired, confused look on his face. The boy , 12yo and 8 months, leaned out and showed his short, shaggy brown hair. The hair was clean, but fully bed-napped. He rubbed his eyes and looked out in the night. He wasn't sure what he was seeing from his second-floor, but he was pretty sure it was another boy his own age down below. The boy below must have been throwing pebbles at his window. Casey Harris looked out his bedroom window, finally realizing who the other boy was, and almost yelled out a greeting. Fortunately the other boy was thinking more clearly and held a finger up to his lips to signal Casey to be quiet. "Hold on," Casey said softly, "I'm coming down." Kelley looked up as Casey crawled out his window and across the short roof of the porch and onto a small tree growing off the side of the house. Kelley moved under the tree and looked up as the boy was climbing down. There was light enough from the front walkway lights that he could see more of the boy illuminated from below. As Kelley looked up, Casey's right foot came down, and as it do so, Kelley could see right up his alley. He could see the rounding of the boy's plump scrotum, with his full testicles, and around the edge of it a hint of a plump penis, probably only becoming more engorged as the excited boy came down the tree. As the next foot came down, Kelley couldn't help but shift his gaze and look up the other leg of the boxers. There as well he could see Casey's scrotum, and now with the boy lower down he could make out the individual testicle on that side. Again as the boy descended the tree more, he looked back to the other side and and saw just a glimpse of the head of Casey's penis. Kelley could not explain to himself even what finally happened to haul himself out of bed, to put on his pants and to sneak out of his house in the middle of the night and head across his side of Indian Spring to Casey's house. He couldn't explain it, but he did it. He also could not explain why he was so disinterested in even jacking off earlier, but was now willing to consider watching Casey with some expectation - maybe even a lift down there? Probably not, though it wasn't something that he could think about at the moment. Finally Casey dropped to the ground and stood before Kelley, grinning to beat the band and excited to see Tucker. He couldn't fathom why the boy had been throwing pebbles at his window this late at night or what he wanted. Nobody had certainly ever done this before to him. It had happened to his older sister Andrea once. He thought maybe it was Finney that time, but he didn't know who Andrea snuck out of the house to meet. Of course, Casey had the wild hope stirring in him that it might mean something fantastic like last Thursday night at the Turner's house, but he would be just as happy, and probably more so, if Kelley had just popped over as a friend, for no other reason than just to sneak out of the house. He couldn't see why Kelley would do either. "Hey, Tucker!! What's goin' on?" He asked excitedly, but fortunately remembered to keep it quiet. Kelley still shushed him with his finger and told him to follow him, except that as he turned, Kelley did the most unbelievable and fantastic thing; he reached down with his left hand and ran it along the firming dick that was hanging semi-erect and heavy in those thin cotton boxers, and he gave it a squeeze and said, "Ssshhh, not here, but I think I got a place you can put this. I must be crazy." He muttered the last part and told Casey to get a pair of shoes. He found some flip-flops on the porch and went after Kelley. Kelley went around the right side of the house and out into the woods. Casey realized Kelley had a flashlight, but it wasn't turned on; they didn't need it, as the waning moon was still just over half-full. Their young eyes adjusted to the night quickly and the sex interest of both made them hardly notice anyway. Kelley was proceeding with some trepidation, while Casey was just traipsing behind in happy-go-lucky hopeful bewilderment. What-the-hell am I doing? What-the-hell am I doing? Kelley just kept saying over and over. Is this the right thing to do? Am I only doing it for Indian Spring, and if so why should I? Is it really helping my dad? Do I have to? Do I even want to help any where? I bet my dad could get me out. I should trust him; but I don't really want to with this. I don't know why. But why? Is this even smart? Probably not. Kelley's mind was jumbled with doubt, dauntless progression, calls for retreat, cries to just do it and get it over with, screams for sanity, desire for return - return to a simpler boy's life, and just plain desire. But desire for what? In what way? And how? What was it he desired? Just the unknown itself? The exploration? Did it matter or did it not really matter that this was with a boy? He supposed it didn't, if that indeed was what drove him onward. He didn't think it was merely honor and responsibility, but how should he reconcile the doubt? Was that a warning that he was proceeding down the wrong path, like his dad had told him? The funny thing was, he had a deeper sense of two paths laying before him, neither were wrong, and both could be chosen only by himself. He knew he was on this path by his decision. He just wasn't sure why. He was becoming sure of one thing, however; the path wouldn't be complete until Malcolm had his three blowjobs and until Casey went off to St. Oliver's. He was worried he might not follow-through, which was one reason he had grabbed Casey's crotch early on, just to obligate himself to follow-through. Of course the other reason was an unexpected (or perhaps just under-recognized?) low-level horniness. "OK," Kelley said, "I don't think anybody can see us here." They had arrived at a small 4 foot clearing in the brush. There was a smooth-trunk young tree that had been felled in the recent past by some unknown force. The break was about 2 1/2 feet off the ground, and the trunk sloped away gently downward, deeper into the woodline. "Tucker," Casey started softly, not sure inside if he wanted to ruin anything by asking, especially now as he reached out and felt of Kelley's ass through the pants. He felt the boy flinch, but not pull away. "Why did you come? Why do you want to do this?" Kelley was just 6 months younger, but an idol in his community, and a strong boy, a man as a boy could ever be in Casey's eyes. Everything he could dream to be in himself or hope to have in a friend, he saw in Kelley - outside of the sex. He himself never understood what first drove him to feel Kelley's butt that one day at the creek when Kelley was masturbating to add his own cum to the PB&J sandwich. Lust, to be sure, but the boldness was like a possession. Casey had often felt that maybe it was desperation in making his summer memorable, one way or another; just seeing how close he could get to the boy he most admired. But once he sampled that ass with his eyes and hands, he wanted more and more. Kelley's bottom cheeks were in an equation where gay and straight played no part. It was more opportunity for touch or touch not, have or have not. For some confounded reason, Casey had tried his luck on the 'to have' alternative. And he had 'had'. And he greatly enjoyed it. And now, unbelievably, there seemed to be another opportunity. "I don't really know, Casey, why I came," Kelley said, "Lots of reasons, I guess. It's not that . . . . . I mean I'm not like . . . Nathan . . . . I think it's more complicated." "I think me, too. I mean, complicated, you know." Casey agreed, but then he could no longer deny the most pressing thought on his mind, "I, uh, I really like your butt. Sounds kinda queer . . . I know. . . . . " Kelley gave a laugh. "I figured out that you liked it. And I know you aren't gay. It's . . . . I don't know . . . .something else." "Cool. I'm glad you came. I really want to put my dick in your butt again. Can I really do that tonight?" "Yeah, dude, that's why we're out here." "Sweet. Can I see it then?" "Sure, Casey . . . . hey, uh, . . . . . in the future . . . . . . if you want . . . . . to . . . .you know . . . . you just have to ask. OK, Casey?" "Really?" Casey didn't know what made his eyes bigger: Kelley's offer, or watching the hottest boy in Indian Spring unbutton and unzip his pants, then turn his back to him and bend over pulling them off. Right there in front of him. Then he didn't know what would make him cum more, the appearance of the twin globes of that perfect ass as they appeared when the pants and underwear came out, over, and off of them, or when Kelley bent forward revealing more of his crack, spreading just slightly, deliciously and temptingly. Casey's dick was pulling uncomfortably against the sailboat boxers, leaving a rather large wet area of pre-cum. Casey quickly kicked off the flip-flops and slipped out of his boxers, exposing his low hanging balls and 4.5 inches of hard, barely wavering boy flesh to the night air. All the creatures of the night that cared to were about to get a once-in-a-lifetime show of young boy lust fulfilled. Kelley actually had to bend his knees more to reach down and untie his shoes before he could slip his pants and underwear off from around his ankles. This action caused a wider separation in his crack, giving a hint that something deeper lay in between the luscious mounds partly lit by moonlight. How many nights do you get to enjoy a full moon by the light of the half moon? Well, Casey fully intended to enjoy this one. He reached his hand forward and felt one of Kelley's cheeks, giving an experimental squeeze. The tougher boy didn't say anything; there was a barely perceptible flinch, but Kelley continued taking off his shoes and let Casey have his way with the exploration of his bottom. "It's nice, Kelley, I really like it." Kelley noticed the change in his name in the soft, almost whisper. About the same time he felt the fingers of Casey's hand move into his crack and spread out, feeling along the floor, with one crossing over his tight wrinkled anal flesh. Kelley felt a bit uncomfortable, but at the very same time, he was strangely happy that Casey was enjoying himself. There had to be more, but even those with clarity may not always see themselves. Kelley got his shoes off and stood back up, placing a tube of something on the tree trunk. Casey pulled his hands from Kelley's crack, but keeping one fully on his ass, the boy stepped up close behind Kelley and put his left hand on Kelley's side, massaged those wonderful cheeks with his right. His hard dick met the soft resistance of Kelley's left buttcheek and left a slick trail as it was pressed higher up. Kelley took his own initiative and stepped closer to the fallen tree, bent slightly and pulled his right leg up to rest his knee on the slanted trunk, thereby opening himself up again in back for Casey. As soon as he did so, he felt the hand re-enter his crack, and Casey's middle finger began teasing his hole. It felt great to both boys, each missing the sharp intake of breath that the other had as contact was made. But it wasn't contact alone that was the end of this digital encounter. Casey's finger moved around, massaging and gently tugging on the anal ring. Kelley felt it dip into the natural depression on the floor of his crack and the slightest part in his anal muscle that his excitement was creating. At this touch a tingle of electricity went through him. "Yeah, it's a really nice butt," Casey said softly to himself, and then louder, "And I really like your hole, too, Tucker. Is that weird?" Kelley smiled. He couldn't even help it. Yes, of course it was weird. This was all weird. "No, it's not weird. Look Casey," Kelley turned so their eyes met, though his expression was not as confident as his voice tried to be. "It's yours, OK? You can enjoy it all you want." Casey didn't look as excited as Kelley thought he would. Something was bothering Casey. He pulled his finger back a bit, though he kept feeling up Kelley's butt, and his oh-so-hard dick was still taking wet swipes across the ass with the subtle movements of both boys. "Hey, Tucker," Casey started, looking like he was choosing his words. "I heard around the Spring that if you did . . . . you know, what we did . . . . then the guy doing it got to own the other guy's butt, if it was the other guy's first time. It sounded kinda stupid, but . . . uh . . . is that really why you're here?" Kelley stood up and turned around to face Casey properly. "Look Casey, first of all, yes, it's stupid. It's totally and completely stupid, but it happens to be true. Any guy that tops a . . . a . . . a virgin butt, gets to own that butt for like a year or two; I don't know, I forget a lot of the details. But if you follow the old Spring rules like the Mackeys, then the top guy gets to fuck the other guy whenever and as much as he wants." "That is brainless. Only idiots would do it." Casey looked unhappy, and even his dick looked confused, starting first to dip, then rise, then deflate, like it couldn't make up its mind. "That's . . . not completely true. About the idiots, I mean. It's more complicated, Casey." "I don't like it," Casey said with finality. "I'm not following those rules." Kelley took a deep breath. "I can't really explain why, but I have to . . ." "Well, I don't." Casey turned as if he was going to go, but Kelley caught his arm. "It's not why I came out here, Casey." "I won't tell anybody, Tucker; so you don't have to worry about getting into trouble with those stupid rules. I'll never tell anybody what we did, and soon I'll be gone to St. Oliver's, and you won't have to worry." Casey reached down and scooped up his own boxers, He couldn't help but notice that Kelley's own dick, though not hard, was certainly defying gravity. "Stop, Casey; you're not listening. Maybe I did think about those rules tonight, but that's not why I came. Well, not really. I do need to follow the rules, but I also know that no-one knows about what we did, so I didn't have to. You know what I mean?" "I don't know, maybe." "And I plan to keep it so that no one knows. I'm not going to be a bottom for the Mackey Rules or anyone else in the Spring. That's not going to change. And I already know that you would never tell anybody, so I can promise you that that part hasn't worried me at all." Casey was pensive and seemed to want to be OK with it. "So, Tucker, why did you come out here?" Kelley raised his hands and shrugged his shoulders. "I . . . don't . . . .really know. Maybe it's partly because a sense of honor tells me that if I'm going to pretend to follow the code, then I should follow it even when nobody's looking. Maybe, I've realized that nobody can control me by either ordinary or out-of-the-ordinary means, and this is a way to just feel what it's like to be controlled. I don't know. Maybe I just feel sorry for your lonely dick." Casey smiled. He guessed that the last part was a joke; though part of him always felt that Kelley was just feeling sorry for him. "Here, drop your underwear and stick out your finger," Kelley said as he grabbed the fresh tube of Vaseline lip balm (having raided the bathroom drawers again) and put a bit on Casey's fore- and middle fingers. He put his right leg back up on the fallen tree trunk. "Now, put your hand back there again . . . . ooh, that's cold . . .now tell me, unngh, . . oohhhwwhoooaa . . . tell me that you don't want it." Casey had run his fingers quickly over the anal area, spreading the lubricant around, wasting no time in dipping the middle finger into the anal well and then up the anus by an inch or more, all the while still probing and tugging the anal opening with his forefinger. Even while he was talking, Kelley was figuring it wouldn't be long before he had two fingers well and good up his hole. Even now one was moving about appetizingly while the other was teasing. Casey was lost already in the warmth of the tissue surrounding his finger, in the ease of the access despite it still tightly squeezing his finger, and in the openness of the boy that was letting him do this, as well as the forbidden nature of it all. To top it off, both boys had snuck out of their homes in the middle of the night to do this. It was so damn hot. He was back to leaking and close to cumming again. "Unnhhoohh." Kelley moaned as he felt the insistent curiosity of the forefinger snake its way into his hole and run alongside the other finger, both now plunged upward an inch and a half and more, stretching open his young opening. "No, I want it," Casey intoned, answering Kelley's only half-heard challenge and mesmerized by the illicit and erotic feel of the most private space that he was invading. "I really want it bad." "Look at me, then." When Casey looked up, his eyes were glassy. He had lost any fight that would keep him from going for this. "It's yours Casey. If you want it, you own it tonight. Finger it, screw it, whatever you want, as long as you know that you own it." Somewhere deeper inside, it was satisfying to give up control, to not have to be the one to look out for others, to not have the burden of responsibility that seemed to be his inheritance. Casey thought about it, still moving his fingers around, making Kelley uncomfortable, although it had now become a whole other level of uncomfortable, and a whole different type. It was now more anticipatory, now more of a needing to be uncomfortable. Casey smiled and considered all this. "It's my hole, then?" "Yyneah." An affirmative groan came from Kelley. It was definitely too late to go back now. His own dick rose a bit more, even as he realized that the line had been crossed. Like it or not anymore, he was now going to be fucked. And from the looks of Casey's dripping dick, he was going to be fucked good and hard. Casey smiled even bigger. He liked this. "My butt, my hole," he murmured to himself. "Sweet." This he could go for, as long as those stupid rules weren't in the way. There was a definite shift in his demeanor, and he became more of a sexual animal, more dominant in his role. "All right, so this is how it is. This is my hole," he said, emphasizing the point by pushing his fingers deep as they would go into Kelley's ass, relishing in the moans of the boy as he gently tugged and pushed in several directions. Casey wanted to have fun with this, definitely, but his mind was still being driven by his dick. "I can put my dick in your hole and all the way up your butt, fuck you as much as I want, and I'm gonna keep going until I want to stop." Before he could respond, Kelley felt the fingers pulled from his ass and could only grunt. Then before he could recover from that, he felt Casey move in and press his dickhead against the quivering hole and push in, burying the head in clenching soft muscle. Casey knew that he didn't have long before he blew a load, but he had to stop and appreciate the incredible view, and the incredible offer before him. He moved his hands, one per cheek, up along each side, getting a full feel of Kelley's ass, squeezing lightly as he went. He rotated his hands along the delicious orbs and went back down again. Kelley waited patiently while his ass was felt up. In truth he was getting used to the thick roundness holding his gate open, waiting for the inevitable push to begin the solid fucking. He was surprised, as well, that his dick, though it drooped a slight bit on the initial entry, now rose ever so slowly in micro-jumps that Kelley could not deny he felt strongly pulsing through him. Kelley felt the hands move up to his sides and grasp a hold, and his body was pulled back on to the dick. Casey moved closer and slid his dick in the whole 4.5 inches, but he was hardly in the whole way before he declared he was going to cum soon and pulled back another 3 inches or more. From that point, Kelley felt the rocking of only an inch and a half of dick in and out of his rectum, gliding back and forth over his anus, barely feeling a tug as the head just approached the inner side of the anal cavity. The rhythm sped up and Casey's moans signaled the quick rise in his impending cum. It wasn't taking long, just as he said it wouldn't. But when the thrill hit, he didn't grab Kelley's waist bury himself in the ass. Instead he continued running his dick with the same rhythm in and out of the ass as long as possible even while he was shooting his massive amount of cum, gobs and gobs of cum and his dick running it through, working that boy lotion well into the inner surface of Kelley's anal ring. As he slowed his pumping with his post-orgasmic decline, Casey leaned forward, burying the whole of his 4.5 inches in Kelley's ass, finally becoming aware of the boy's panting and moans, coming through to him on delayed timing. He didn't know that Kelley was just working up, but he was too spent for the moment. Casey pulled the boy's leg down and off the log, keeping him bent over and fully embedded. Even after Casey had cum, Kelley noticed no change in the width of the dick keeping his asshole lodged open, and even felt what still seemed to be a steely dick deep in his rectum, and Casey as well showed no sign of pulling back or moving. He finally caught his breath. "I'm not done, Tucker. I'm still hard as a rock, and I want more of your ass. I want more of moving in and out of your hole. Your butthole is so tight, Tucker. It feels so great." Kelley was way too embarrassed to say anything at this point. I mean, here he was bent over naked with a boy's hard dick as a placeholder in his ass. He had cum shot into his rectum and the other boy was just taking a breather before he added another load. On top of that, he had brought himself here. It was a most embarrassing physical situation to be in and also carry on a conversation. "Uh . . . that's . . . that's great." Came an almost inaudible reply. Kelley shifted his legs a little, while standing there implanted and waiting, still held about the waist by the other boy's two hands. The movement caused his ass to push back against Casey and grind a short bit unintentionally, but all the same eliciting a groan and a large smile from Casey. "Oh yeah! I'm ready to go again; don't worry." And with that he eased his dick all the way back to the head, tugging his hole, and then eased backed in. "I can go a lot longer now, Tucker. This is going to feel good. This is so great!!" "Unnngooohhh . . .you're . . . .oohhhhuungh. . . . . . ahhhggnnnghh . . . . ." Casey tried to respond, but the long thrusts inward caused moans over his efforts and during the pulls back, he had to catch his breath with some short rhythmic breathing. The two boys set into a movement and pattern of 2 seconds out and 1 second for almost 50 fucks before Casey paused. Kelley was taken by surprise, as he had been getting used to the slow steady rhythm. It didn't actually feel bad, either. After a few moments, Kelley was still being held by his hips and held in place, and he looked back to see what was going on. "Why, um, why did you stop?" "I'm just looking. I don't know if you'll ever let me do this again; so I wanted to look. I want to always remember what this looks like." "What what looks like?" "My dick inside your butt. And what your butt looks like while my dick is inside you. I was watching it fuck you, and it's so totally awesome!!" "Uh . . . that's . . . . uh . . . . yeah." "No, you should see it, Tucker, you should really see it. It's . . . It's . . . . ," Casey wanted to say beautiful, but it just seemed like the wrong word to use in this instance, even though it was in one sense the perfect word to use. Instead he just finished with a typical 12 year old's limit of playground language, "It's so totally freaking awesome!!!" Casey admired the view a bit more before he pressed in, came out and then in again to the hilt. When he came back out, he paused again and admired the view once more. The cheeks bulged out at the crack around the thickness of his dick at the insertion between them, those lovely cheeks, which as a whole were the finest asset in Indian Spring, but there was only so long that Casey could stare. The constant squeeze of that asshole was calling him on. Though he wasn't in danger of coming anytime soon, the heat, grip, and overall sensation of Kelley's ass felt so much better in motion, though it felt pretty damn good in standstill, as well. Casey began a pumping motion again, with a few periodic pauses, but this time around for the next five minutes his attack was varied in rhythm, force, speed. He had Kelley thrown off and at times enjoying the pure pleasure of some of it and willing to admit to himself that he was surprised at how good some of it felt in a physico-sexual way. He couldn't deny it in those moments, and the thrusts by his slightly older partner were sometimes accompanied by moans, themselves timed with willing peak appreciation in Kelley. But at times his focus was on the embarrassment of it and on the continuing question in his head of why on earth he was doing this. On some thrusts, he was mixed in his feelings, though almost against his will, and on other thrusts he wanted that will to be lacking. Toward the end of the long fuck, though, all he could think of was the toll of the continuing friction and the long time spent held completely open without being able to close his sphincter; but still the boy continued his deep thrusts into the warm rectal glove that held and massaged him each time he entered the cum-painted sanctum. There were still bursts of pleasure, but just by long stimulation alone Kelley was getting ready to cum, or at least he felt it wanting to cum from deep inside him. The breathing patterns and grunts of pleasure became more erratic in Casey, signaling his own impending orgasm, sure to be the second unbelievable eruption in mind, body and sexual spirit of the evening for him. As it approached he took more control of this boy and this ass that he was so thoroughly owning and relishing and ravishing. Casey pushed Kelley forward on the trunk, "Get over it more . . . oh fuck . . . yes . . .no . . . more . . .bend over . . . . get your ass up more . . . . . yeah . . . .ahh nnyyyuuoo yes . . . . ." Kelley was bent farther over the tree trunk and had to grab an upright trunk in front of him for more support. This allowed Casey to almost crawl up and attack at a deeper and harder thrusting angle. "Open your legs . . . .spread'em . . more . . . .fuck . . . . yeah . . . .like that . . . .yes . . . .deeper . . . .fuckin you . . . .my whole . . . . dick . . . .n'you." Casey was pounding hard with plunges of only the last inch of his dick, the spread legs allowing him to totally bottom out and attack the hole with piston force in his root. The effect on Kelley was amazing. The position had his thighs spread but flat up against the trunk, the whole of his ass taking the assault with pleasure, and his dick scraped in agony of erection, sending signals deep within to well up and cum, his balls squashed partially, with just enough relief by the uplift of his pelvis in the assault to be a most exacting pressure for a tumultuous orgasm. Kelley was pushing off from the trunk before him with his hands and the trunk under him with his thighs, trying to drive himself onto the pounding prick, suddenly wanting more than anything that moving stretch and assailing dick to tease his hole for eternity into the cum that was even now gurgling in his balls. It was exquisite pleasure on his dick against the log and dick against his hole that without regard for privacy or his normal decorum that he yelled out: "GNNyyaahh . . . . .FUCK . . . . . . shhiiiiyyeessss!! . . . . . . . FUCK IT!! . . . . . HARD!! . . . .Harderrrrnnnuughh . . . . NNNughhhh . . . . . . Aaagghhhhhhhnnnhhhyyaaa. . . .NNGGHUUHGGH . . . ." Kelley came powerfully against the log; he had been squirming hard against the prick that was even now exploding with hot cum up in his ass. He could feel the hot boy fluid coat him inside even as he felt Casey push and pull himself inflexibly on to the boy's ass, as if the whole of his pubic area was going to try and go inside the wonderful, now-clenching hole. Kelley's right leg was trying to lift itself on its own and wrap backwards around the dominating boy, though looked uncertain how to do it, as its master was losing all control of his body, And the cums of either boy wouldn't stop. Each spasm draining the boy of one life and bringing another in. As Kelley's body continued to jerk through his orgasm, he continued to push back against the boy pinning him firmly in place, and, as impossible as it may be, get more of that dick inside. He felt the steel within claiming him, the spurting tip in his rectum, and almost felt the other boys own pulses as he tightened down his hole on that marvelous tube of flesh. There was no doubt about it; he wanted this in him again. Well, at least at that moment he did. It was such a mind blowing orgasm, and he was so off balance, being way outside his former zone of possible lives, that he would have agreed to anything. The boys stayed like that, panting, for what seemed like forever. "I want . . . . . geez . . . . . . I want to . . . . . . I want breathe . . . but . . . ." Kelley laughed, as best he could, catching his own breath. "but . . . ," Casey continued, "that's . . . . . .that's not . . . . .not what I . . . . .was going to . . . . . .say . . . . .sheesh . . . . . .I want to do . . . this again. " "Yeah." It was more non-committal on Kelley's part. He was now trying to recollect his senses and was realizing just how much the blood was flowing to his head, and how uncomfortable his dick was now feeling against the log. But, still, there was some subconscious truth to it, and he knew that. Knowing it didn't help make less blood go to his head. "I want to do this a lot more," Casey said with some finality, still pressing his crotch as solid as he could into Kelley's upturned ass. "Yeah," Kelley said, though even more non-committal this time. The embarrassment was starting to win over the post-orgasmic wafting down to earth. "Casey, I have to stand back up." Casey back up a bit, though he did it in such a way as to pull Kelley with him a bit, so that his plump, still semi-erect dick stayed implanted in the luscious bubble butt. Kelley pulled himself back up and stayed that way, supporting himself on the log, unsure now of how best to tell Casey that it was time to pull out of his butt. Still, however, he had given Casey 'ownership' of his ass when they were both in a weird sort of horniness, even though Kelley didn't necessarily mean it. It wasn't as though he had given himself a lot of choice in the matter. He felt Casey rest his forehead on his back, still holding Kelley's body. Kelley decided to give him an uncomfortable minute or two. Finally Casey opened his eyes; he was done saying his prayer of thanks for such a wonderful gift in his life. He looked down the smooth unblemished, warm back, followed it down the curve of the small of the back and the continuing curve out of the equally warm and perfect cheeks, split by that darker shadow of a crack, and followed the crack down where it curved back out of site, along with the gentle curves flowing out from the crack. And somewhere down that curve, Casey could feel his softening dick slip out of the hole and out of the crack. He whispered, "Thanks, Kelley," and ran his right hand down the back and over the rumps, massaging and feeling their downy warmness one more time. "I really do like these, you know." "Yeah, I know." Kelley said, still with his back to the boy and not looking at him. He wasn't certain how to reply to this, but was aware that Casey was in a delicate state of uncertainty himself. Once more Kelley wondered to himself why he should have to be the strong one? Or even just if he should be. "I know you do, Casey. And it's cool, OK? It really is." The boys were now entering a mutual post-coital shame period, something not helped by the awareness both had of the cum leaking out of Kelley's ass and down the back of his balls. They got dressed with no words and only glimpses of each other. By the time they had walked back out of the woods and down the path around to the front of Casey's house, the shame was receding and they were able to engage in some small talk. They sat down on the curve of the driveway and continued talking in low voices about the summer and about Casey's upcoming transfer into St. Oliver's. "So you're leaving Tuesday then?" "Yeah, Tuesday evening. We're gonna stay at my Aunt's, and then go to St. Oliver's Wednesday for Chapel, then orientation. And then I stay there." "Forever?" "No, I guess I'll come back for most of my breaks. We get lots of small breaks, instead of one huge break in the summer." "Oh." The boys sat side by side in silence for another few minutes. "Hey, Tucker, I know you don't REALLY want to do it, at least not the whole time that we are anyway, but thanks. I have a lot of fun with you. I mean, you know . . . " Kelley smiled awkwardly, but he told the truth. "I, uh . . . . I had fun, too, Casey. At least, the whole experience together, I think I had more fun than not. I . . . . I'm not . . . . real comfortable with everything, and I don't think I want to be . . . . .and it's kinda embarrassing . . . . no . . . .really embarrassing . . . .some . . . .but . . . . I guess, you know, I had fun, too." Casey smiled. He was glad. He knew Kelley wasn't that into it, except at the end there and that was the hottest thing ever in his WHOLE life!! But he knew Kelley wasn't there most of the time. But he still did it. And that made him smile; so he was glad that Kelley had some fun. "Hey Casey, I just want you to know, that . . . . .I don't think you give yourself enough credit. You're worth a lot more than you tell yourself." Casey looked at Kelley thinking about what he said. He smiled slightly and said, "The same to you, too." The quiet but confident declaration took Kelley by surprise. Was it true? While he was taken aback, thinking about what Casey meant by this, Casey reached over and pulled Kelley into a brotherly bear hug. He squeezed tight and lovingly and just as quickly let the stunned boy go, whispered a 'Thanks', and jumped up over to the tree, scrambled up it and over the porch roof and through his window. He closed the window and turned off the desk lamp and disappeared into his own room. Kelley sat outside on the curb for a few moments more, taking it all in, but not knowing wear to put it. Eventually the feeling of sticky cum still oozing out of his sore asshole, over through his crack, coating the back of his balls and soaking his underwear and his pants made him get up. It was way too late - time for a warm shower, a fresh change of clothes, and to crawl under his sheets. It wasn't a problem sneaking back into his house, though taking a shower in the middle of the night did wake his father up. Sound wasn't transmitted very well from the second floor to the first, but sometimes the pipes creaked if you didn't get them turned correctly, and that is what awoke his father. He had stepped into his own bathroom and realized that a shower was running. Kelley had grabbed the citrus scented body wash and lathered quickly, doing a first round wash to get the majority of the sweat and cum off of him. He had just barely rinsed and was about to start round two, when the shower curtain was pulled open. "Dad!!" Kelley exclaimed startled. He had almost covered up, but was somehow more embarrassed to be seen covering up than he was to be seen uncovered. "What are you doing?" "It's 2 in the morning, Kelley. Son, what are you doing in the shower in the middle of the night?" Halford Tucker took in his son's whole wet body. When was the last time that he had seen his son fully naked? It had certainly been a while. Kelley could always have been described as a gorgeous child in a very boyish way, but damned if he wasn't getting more handsome - and that included the whole of his body, not just his face. "I. uh . . . . " Kelley thought for a second, and then blushed. "Had an accident, sort of." "Wha-? Oh! Oh, OK. Well, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, son. I'll help you change your sheets." "No! Dad. Not, um, not that kind of an accident. See, I was having this dream and . . . . " His dad smiled with understanding. "It's OK, son, it's perfectly normal and quite expected at your age. We talked about this earlier in the year. It's called a wet dream, because you have these dreams with wonderful and exciting feelings and you wake up wet, only it's not urine, it's-" "Yeah, dad, I got it. I know what it was. Uh, can I just - " "Oh, right, sure son, you just finish cleaning up." His dad at this point looked over at the laundry hamper and saw the underwear sitting on top, They were definitely soaked with stickiness.. "Wow, Kelley, you sure do produce a lot!" "Uh thanks, dad. I haven't, actually . . . . done it . . . in a couple days." "Well, that could explain the wet dream." "Um, dad . . . . good night?" Hal took another look at his wet boy's genitals - the plump balls looked normal for age, and a nice circumcised penis hung limply over them, about 2 inches soft, with brown curly pubic hairs just thinking of forming a patch. They didn't look like they should be making that much cum. It certainly was an awful lot in those underpants. Of course, while his eyes were still on his son, he roved them over those plump cheeks in profile, before looking up and telling his son good night. "Well, sweet dreams, but doesn't look like that's an issue." Thank goodness his dad was still a bit sleepy and didn't notice that all that cum was soiling the back and bottom of those underwear and not the front. As he went back to bed, Hal mused again on the nice form of his son's body and the excellent disposition and behaviour of the boy in general. He certainly would make a very nice top. Of course, he thought further, he would make a pretty nice bottom for the boys around here, as well. Hal almost had to slap his own hand over that last thought. 2::30 am Kelley lay in bed with his knees up. It was, at the moment, the most comfortable position as he lay there and thought about things, mostly thinking about how not to think about things, actually. It was also the most uncomfortable position, as some part of him that couldn't identify almost felt vulnerable like that. Somehow exposed. Eventually the strange shivers and heebie-jeebies from nowhere won out, and he lowered his legs. 'So what does this make me now?' Kelley thought, feeling like some aspect of himself was falling out of control. 'Is this what Casey meant? Is this where I don't think well enough of myself? How would he even know?' He felt tired finally. 'What now?' And sleep took him over.