Date: Fri, 13 Nov 2009 09:25:53 +0000 (GMT) From: Jonas Henley Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Chpater 23a Kids of Indian Spring By Jonas Henley Chapter 23a Cloak, Dagger, and Charcoal Tuesday, 20 June 1995 10 am "I mean, things are changin' in Indian Spring." Tolley explained, as he and Ethan headed across the old foot bridge behind the Tucker house. "There's something big comin' and your dad's in the middle of all of it. What's more, there's Mackey that's startin' to turn on Mackey, a lot of distrust and finger pointing. So far your dad is the only one on all sides that anybody considers still clean or trustworthy. There's Mackey and others that are looking for reasons not to trust him, too. Maybe it ain't fair, I say it ain't, but there it is. And they're watchin' how the two of you do things to see if you're Indian Spring loyal." "What do you mean?" Ethan asked the 12 year old boy who was nearly a year and a half older, but barely an inch and a half taller, partly because Tolley was a bit late in growing, and partly because Ethan was a bit early. "Well, there's lots of rules and laws that make us a separate community-like. I don't know how to explain it all, but there's lots of stuff separate from all the sex rules, like how land is handed down, how it can be split or received, how houses can be occupied and by who, and rights of access to the creek, and lots and lots of things that your grandpa and dad helped set-up to argue Indian Spring into a community and out of State hands. It was your Grandpa Tucker that got the Conservation area spread to include behind Coolspring and farther out along the Crazy Indian. He also fortified the borders against Sweetwater expansion and prevented the loggers from returning back into the protection area." "Cool." "It was your Great-Grandfather that got the loggers kicked out to start with, and cause of that, some of the Mackeys got rich off runnin' shine. But the State came back with some Imnent Domins, or something that said they could use the State Park for any State recreation purpose. And it was your dad that got them kicked out, again. The area they wanted to use would've cost like 30 Mackey families their homes. That's why it's called the Tucker Wood now." "I didn't know all that! It's so cool -- they really named that whole area back there after my dad?" "Yeah, almost 20 years ago. Your dad's a hero back in there. You guys sure don't know a whole hell lot about your dad." "Guess not." "It's probably just cause your dad don't like to talk about himself much. But that's why everybody has got so much respect for him. He gave up a big high payin' job to fight the State. And he did it by usin' the long tradition of handing down homes and lands in the area to argue for something like a settler clause in the State laws that only applies in protected lands. I don't know it all, it's real complicated. But some Mackeys believe it means you can't change any of the traditions or the State can go and argue the case again." "Hasn't the State given up?" "No, they tried to convert the front part to a Park, since it has the actual Spring. They left you guys' house alone, probably cause they were afraid of your dad, but they started goin' after the Turners, the Lucci's, and the Gaither's, just trying to pick a few off at a time. And another part of the State started goin' after a few other families. Your dad fought'em all off." "I heard of that." The boys were now crossing back over the creek on the second old footbridge, a rarely used one behind the Evans' house. They were heading on the trail that would go up to the point of the rise going to Coolspring and then around to the ridge at the back of Coolspring that overlooked much of the Tucker Wood. However, the two boys took a much less used fork that went due east and up some of the rise. "Then they tried to expand Spring Drive, which would give them Right of Way access rights that they had lost before and some rights to the creek and people's lands. It was something real tricky. That's when your mom and dad, the Cormacks, the Havers, the Cantrells, and a couple others started the CIA -- the Community Integrity Association. Ever since they've been protecting the front door, so to speak." "So what's happening now?" "They opened back up the back door that your dad had already closed. It was my Uncle Elijah that did it. He don't really talk to my dad, or to Uncle Jeb or Aunt Esther anymore." "Why did he do it?" "Money. And he's real angry, too. Still." "Still?" "Well, long story. Something happened. Any rate it was after that that Uncle Elijah supposedly started some plans for a Water Recreation Park on the creek, was talking to the State in secret. It was mostly on his land and some on other lands along the creek, including Hollis', Seth's dad." "I thought Seth's dad was against it." "He is. He ain't stupid; he knows that it would forever change Indian Spring and most of the Mackey clan would have to move, plus ruin his moonshine business. But Elijah lost all his gold, and he's mad. So are Paul and Duane, Hiram and Darrell's dads, cause they say some of the gold that Elijah lost was s'posed to belong to them; except ain't no one ever seen it. Just legend it was there at all and rumor that some long lost cousin named Tabitha stole it." "Cool!" Any boy loves a story with lost treasure and mysterious cousin/thieves in the night. "A few other Very Deep Mackeys are attracted to the new money, though. The money Uncle Elijah thinks he's gonna get. Some don't believe things will change much. Some think it's time to change; some think other things." "Sounds like a mess." "It is. And the ones that don't want it to change, many of them are afraid if ANYTHING changes then there could be the whole domino thing that your dad tried to warn them about, except my dad thinks he was talking about something else. And the ones that do want change, well, lots of them are still scared of it, so they don't want any of the little stuff changing. Then others say it ain't fair if one kinset had to give something or someone up and now nobody else has to." "Kinset?" "Nine groups that the whole Mackey Clan is divided into for voting and other stuff. The first four are Very Deep, the 5th, 6th, and 7th, are Deep, and the Near Mackeys are in the 8th Kinset. The 10th one is all the Mackeys that have moved out of Indian Spring." "Wait. What's number 9?" "There isn't a 9th. There was supposed to be, over on the west side near the Upshaws and over there, but they stopped building over there. So there isn't one, although my dad says the rules still included the possibility. At any rate, all laws and rules, and everything is set by our council of Kinsets. Every Kinset has a vote and each Kinset gets certain rights and responsibilities, depending on size. But none of that matters. What matters is that you and Kelley are a part of this." "How? We're not Mackeys." "Well, you might as well be. My dad says you're the `counterbalance'. Honestly, I don't know what the hell that means, and again, honestly, there's lots of things I can't tell you -- I mean I'm not supposed to. Well, really, I'm not s'posed to be tellin' you anything atall. I WILL tell you that there's some Mackeys looking for a reason not to trust your dad." "Why? I thought all you guys liked him." "We do. My family's behind your dad. Well, mostly. So is Sean's and Dean's. Seth's dad definitely is. But some things happened about 8 or 9 years ago, and there's some Mackeys that think your dad helped it happen. But he won't say, and everyone's afraid to try and find out from him." "What happened?" Tolley paused. What was he doing? He knew he shouldn't be telling Ethan this. He knew Eli was looking for them. It wasn't STRICTLY forbidden telling Ethan all this, but it was definitely frowned upon and damn sure suspicious. They would bottom him if he told too much; and he knew they would let Eli take him first. So it wasn't even in Eli's best interest to give Tolley any leeway. "OK," Tolley said with a deep breath. "This is Mackey history. You can't tell nobody, Ethan. Nobody!" "I promise. I won't. What happened?" The boy sounded a little scared. "Well, kinda already tole you part of it. Guess I can tell you the rest. About 8 or 9 years ago, Elijah Mackey's middle son and Hiram and Darrell's Uncle Colton both died in an explosion at one of Elijah's stills." "Sounds like a bad accident." "Happens sometimes that a still blows, but not often, and not when a whole bunch of gold disappears at the same time." "You think they were killed?" "Nobody knows for sure, but there's some ideas out there." "My dad wouldn't kill anybody, or steal anything." Eventually the two boys came to the end of their trail in a small clearing before a sharp slant in the woods up the hillside. "They don't think he did, Ethan. But a few Mackeys think he might know something about it. At any rate, there's some that's watching him in the current fight against the Indian Spring development project, and they're watching you guys to see how much you respect Indian Spring. Tucker bringing in friends all the time from different places, kinda doesn't help, but if he supports the rules when it comes to you, most people will be OK with it." "When it comes to me?" "Yeah. Most of us figure Tucker will step in between you and the rules of Indian Spring at all cost, and one of those is about sex." "You mean if I let someone in my butt?" "Well, that's the simplest part of something a lot more complicated, but yeah. So you need to watch yourself, like I was trying to explain yesterday." "Watch myself how?" "Like how you stick to tradition. Like your brother bringing in that Coolspring boy . . . . .Relax, Ethan, if anyone can break tradition or rules, it's your brother; but he's being watched. I mean, not followed, and not like Eli's watching me, but everybody's kinda paying attention to him. And BECAUSE it's him, he's making it harder for some of the Mackeys that want to change a lot of the traditions. You might be surprised to know Seth is one of them. It's why he weren't too pleased with Kelley doing that, bringing in that Coolspring kid for one." "So how's that stopping him, Seth, I mean, from doing things different?" "Well, Seth's at odds with his neighbors, and his dad's shine partners. Seth's area stands the most to lose if your father gets his way, and they're Very Deep and very traditional. And Seth just ain't. So they're looking for you two to show disrespect; that would giv'em some ammo against your dad. Things like this make'em harder set against the changes Seth and others want." "What about you?" "Well, I want some changes, but some things I like the way they are. At any rate, honest and all the same, Ethan, it's only a matter of time `fore you take it up the ass. You know it, and I know it." Ethan seemed a bit embarrassed, though he didn't try to deny it. He just shrugged and let Tolley continue. "Only, things ain't gonna go so well for your dad if you don't follow the rules, and since Kelley didn't seem set to let you follow them, I figured somebody better tell you." Ethan nodded an OK, a willingness to hear what Tolley had only hinted at yesterday. "Basically, for your ass, the rules is: first boy that cums in your butt owns your butt and can ask to fuck it whenever he wants for a whole year, and even older rules say it's once a week for two more years after that. And if you don't get fucked at least every 5 days by him, then you gotta go find him and ask him to fuck you. And he can fuck you anywhere around any guy that's seen you get fucked, and sometimes just if they know about it and have some special permission, but that's some other details." "Those are stupid rules. Why have them?" "They're old. A lot of them ain't still followed sificly; but more is expected of you and Kelley right now. I mean, your dad is askin' a lot of the Mackeys to give up a lot of money and saying the community of Indian Spring is more important. And some are sayin' he ain't askin' much as just plannin' for them to agree. So he's talkin' community to them . . ." "And they're expecting to see it in me and Kelley." "Exactly! Your dad don't want you to know it, though, and don't you tell him or any other Mackey I told you -- or anybody actually -- but if you don't follow these rules, then things could go real bad for your dad. And Tucker'll try and stop you, too." "Why didn't dad tell us?" "Cause he don't want you stuck under those rules. Problem is when he was a kid he made other kids follow them." "That's why Kelley made me promise not to let Jeremy in my butt before Cal's White Party this weekend." "Probly. Cal's been visited by a bunch of Mackeys lately. He seems to think he can get in your pants. That's his whole plan. He doesn't think you'll be able to say no. Of course, if you go as a Blue, you can't say no. And Cal's been trying to figure a way to make you his. Hayden tried to warn your brother down at the creek last week, but there's only so much he could say. If he had said too much, they were gonna put my name back on a list to be made a bottom for all the Mackeys. And me and Seth only just got off it. Sean and David are still on it." "You mean either Sean or David are gonna be made a bottom? For everybody?" "Yeah; don't matter what they want. It's a Mackey tradition. Don't get too worked up, Ethan -- you cant fight it. Not even Kelley can. And it's probably gonna be David. Darrell's gunnin' for it to happen." "What?? That's his brother! How can somebody do that to their brother?" "Hey, Ethan, not everybody's got a big brother like you and me. Hayden's only concern the last three months was getting me and Seth both off the list. Seth don't have a brother, so Hayden watches out for him. But ain't nobody gonna be able to help me if you tell anybody we talked, Ethan. Even Tucker. I don't wanna be a bottom, Ethan." "I won't tell anybody. Promise." "So can you also tell me that you won't ever suck no one and won't ever let no one in your butt?" Ethan blushed and looked elsewhere, anywhere that wasn't in Tolley's direction. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Well, we gotta get you fucked then. Soon as the White Party is over, we need some boy to snake his dick up your hole and feed you some cum deep in your ass -- get you well and truly fucked and owned." "I don't wanna be owned!" "Well, that's why we gotta figure out someone that don't really want to do it, but wont set you free neither; just so you cant get tricked into being owned by somebody else." "Let me guess - you?" Ethan was sharp, not a totally naïve kid; however on this point he was off the mark. "No Ethan, not me. For one, even though I'm not really into guys, I know you're pretty cute, and I'm pretty damn sure I would like your ass. Once I started, maybe I wouldn't stop." Ethan took it as a compliment, blushed again and looked down. "Not only that; I think you need some information from the inside; and if I turned you, you'd never be able to trust me really. Plus, Hayden wouldn't be very happy with me. But for the record -- that's what everyone thinks I'm trying to do. They think I'm trying to turn you, and I'm gonna play that up, OK? I may get fussed at for it by Hayden and probably beat up by Tucker, but they'll leave me be once it ain't me that turns you." "Who then? Don't I get a say?" "You can say `no', but you're better off if you let me help." "OK . . . . I guess." "Anyway, I know who you're thinking, and you can't really trust Jeremy. I don't think so, at least. And, anyways, if you go gettin' fucked by some kid that can't cum, then you still gotta be a bottom at things like White Parties and then anybody can fuck you, and then you won't have NO control over who's the first guy to cum up your ass." "Maybe that's another reason Kelley told me not to let Jeremy mess with my butt any before the White Party this weekend." "Yes, because I'm not even sure Jeremy would count. Tucker aint stupid. Technically, you have to be able to shoot real cum twice in a row to count as a cummer, and it helps if you got hairs, too. I don't know where that leaves Jeremy. If he didn't count, first kid that could cum at the White Party could claim you, and if it's not a kid from here, then every kid in Indian Spring that could cum could apply for rights. Your dad would put a stop to that REAL quick, and ain't a Mackey that would go against him; except once he did that then all the Very Deeps would start choosing up sides more mean-like and all hell `d break loose in the Tucker Wood." "But after I start, you know, doing stuff, you want to?" "Only if you do. But yeah," Tolley smiled broadly at this point. "I really, really do. Meantime, Ethan, you really need to find someone you can trust to fill your ass the first time. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to pump you full of cum. I mean I could go off in my pants just thinking about taking you before anybody else, but my advice is you pick somebody else. Not me. Not right now." Ethan had to clear his throat. This was becoming downright embarrassing being, um, complimented, in this way by Tolley. "So, uhm, why not Cal, again? Definitely not him?" "Hell, no, Ethan. Weren't you listening? Stay away from him. Don't trust that one for anything. He's the one, along with his dad and somebody in the Very Deep, none of us are sure who, that restarted these stupid White Parties. Seth wants to kill him. You know, not really, but kind of." "But I like Cal." "I know Ethan, but he's just layin a trap for you. All he wants is your butt. Your . . . . . reall nice butt." Tolley shook his head and continued, "Anyways, he wants you to like him, but not normal-like." "You mean . . . . queer-like?" "No, Cal aint queer. More like . . . I don't know . . . worship-like. He's gonna try something at the White Party." "Isn't Hinton going this weekend to the White Party? Hayden told Kelley he was. And Kevin and Sean, too." "Yeah, actually it'll be me, not Sean, cause Sean's still on the possible bottom list. I'm in Boy Scouts, too, and in one of the troops that does this same thing. I think it's kinda fun in Scouts. Seth quit cause of it, but I like the White/Blue stuff in Scouts. But I don't think they should have restarted them in the Spring. Hayden thinks it's gonna cause lots of problems, too." "So why are you guys going?" "We have something we gotta do. I just hope it turns out OK. This party's big, real big, you just don't know why. And no, I can't tell you why. They'll bottom me for sure just to punish me if I tell you why. Even Seth won't tell you why. So don't ask." "I can't believe they'd make you . . . .you know. Even against your will?" "Sort of. You're expected to comply, for the good of your family. Like I said, we pick our own bottoms, Ethan. Something very few non-Mackeys know anymore, less their dad's tole them. I still don't even know why I am tellin' you all this." "Well, thanks. I hope you don't get into trouble." "I'll be OK. Just have to lie to Eli when he finds me. I think Darrell and Hiram set him on me to spy for them, or just keep an eye on me. I'm not really allowed around Tucker at the moment, and my excuse to try and fuck you isn't the greatest. Anyway, I know you are going to Jamie Benson's later this afternoon, and he would be a great choice if it didn't hurt you; but I heard all his brothers were big-dicked when they got hard. You'll have to see." "You think it would really be OK to pick Jamie? I thinks he's . . . . " If he had been a couple years older, a little more worldly, and a bit more in tune with his sexual preferences, Ethan would have said `cute', instead he just blushed and said "really nice looking. And, uh, you know, nice . . . . too." Tolley just laughed at the kid. He wouldn't call Jamie cute. Goofy, maybe; a bit clumsy, certainly. Not bad looking. Bad cute was Ethan all over. "If you can handle him, I think he would be a great choice. If he isn't too big. Jamie's a really good guy. You said he had to get totally naked to suck you today, right?" "Yep!" Ethan smiled at the thought. "Well, then you'll be able to see if he is too big or not. I don't think any boy could stay naked around you for very long without getting hard. Hey, look for me this afternoon out at the front picnic area and let me know if he looks too big. And, uh, remember, don't get fucked until after the White Party." "OK," Ethan was still smiling at yet another `compliment' that Tolley had just given him. Tolley was perhaps the most handsome of the Mackeys, or at least he was working that way, very quickly approaching and soon to pass up both Hinton and Hayden. His voice had an even rougher edge than Kelley's, and Ethan had noticed at the creek that Tolley had a few more underarm hairs than Kelley, even though he was a month younger. "You know," Ethan started, "yesterday you said I could look at you anytime I wanted . . . . " "Uhm . . . " Ethan didn't wait for permission again, but instead reached a hand out and ran the back of it along Tolley's crotch. He met no resistance when he unsnapped the shorts and pulled down the zipper. Ethan stepped forward and pulled Tolley's underwear back and looked inside, excited to see that Tolley's talley was filling out. He pulled the underwear down and hooked it under Tolley's balls "Wow. You look really nice! It's even cooler than Jeremy's!" Tolley smiled and hesitated in what he was about to do. But he decided to try; he put his hands on Ethan's shoulders, breathing in sharply as he felt Ethan's hands reach out and caress his drawn up nuts. Tolley moved hands along Ethan's shoulders and caressed his neck his left, running his right hand through Ethan's dirty blond hair. Ethan continued running his hand over the balls, they felt more crinkled than his, and so electrifying on another level. Tolley was still hairless along his scrotum, but had some pubic hair beginning above the root. Ethan was surprised that Tolley had fewer hairs than Kelley down there, since he had a few more under his arm. Tolley pressed slightly on Ethan's shoulder and head to give the hint. Ethan got it. He looked up and smiled broadly, the glint in his eyes signaling he was OK with it. Ethan lowered himself to his knees, saliva already flowing copiously around his tongue. He swallowed that down and leaned forward without hesitation. "Aaaooh Fuck!" Tolley moaned and pulled the boys head down on his cock. Ethan rolled his tongue around the head of the dick and down the first inch, savoring the warm rubbery feel of stiff young boycock. Tolley's felt even better in his mouth than Jeremy's. They had a similar feel, though Tolley's was a bit larger around and had a steelness underlying the rubbery sensation, and a more mature heat to it. Ethan sucked it down, greatly enjoying the opportunity. As he felt the dick fill his mouth, he thought about how much he might like having this one be the one to go up his backside. He was almost literally itching to try it. It got even better as he maneuvered more of the throbbing cock into his mouth, swallowing as he went down to get it deeper in and enjoy the fullness of boyflesh in his mouth. And as he went he breathed in the aroma of a boy farther along in puberty, not much farther, but enough for a gentle difference in the flavour of smell; a flavour that could be addicting. Ethan wrapped his hands around Tolley and started going up and down, sucking, licking and breathing as he went. He was now grasping the cheeks of the boy and kneeding them in time to his oral ministrations. He was realizing that the same fluid he saw come out of Kelley's penis once was soon to come out of Tolley's. Ethan was excited. He was looking very much forward to tasting it. Jeremy only had a bit, and it wasn't as white as Kelley's. But he had only been able to see Kelley's, not taste it. It must feel and taste different. He would finally get to see what real cum was like, and the excitement of taking the full-on sperm of a boy with hair like Tolley was enthralling. He reached once again and grasped hold of the balls, feeling them and squeezing them lightly while imagining the sperm inside, getting ready to shoot up the savory penis and into his waiting mouth. Tolley was thinking the same thing, though from a totally different angle. As he felt Ethan's hand wrap around his nuts and gently squeeze, he felt the boiling orgasm within and knew that any moment he would be flooding Ethan Tucker with his incipient almost-teen cum, just becoming white over the last month. He ran his hands in through the dirty blond hair and pulled the boy onto him and let go his load with a ferocious orgasm and a yell. Ethan felt the warm spurt and pulled back, using now only his tongue to continue the massage of the underside of the dick while his mouth caught the remaining spurts. He felt the warm, semi-thick fluid in his mouth, thought again how utterly cool it was that it was sperm in his mouth! And Tolley's sperm at that. He had been interested for such a long time in Tolley, on the sexual side of things. He was, after all, quite a looker. And such a nice guy. Ethan swallowed the load down and smiled inwardly, and in exuberance, knowing as he did that that he was taking another boy's sperm into his body. He loved it!! He absofreakinglutely loved it!! Finally -- REAL sperm!! He was definitely doing this more!! Ethan sucked a bit more to get the last bits before coming off the still hard dick. He swished the remainder around his mouth for more of a taste before swallowing it down. Ethan jumped up and threw his arms around Tolley, thanking him for letting him do it. The boy was giddy, throwing out the words `cool' and `awesome' and other similar expressions for several minutes. The whole time he had put his hand back into Tolley's underwear (the older boy had been trying to close everything back up again -- as fun as it was to see the younger boy so excited, he had blown his load already). But Ethan kept his hand wrapped around Tolley's dick and nuts, inadvertently keeping the boy stimulated in a continuing mostly-erect state. If he kept it up for much longer, Tolley was going to ask for a repeat oral action on his dick. All of a sudden Ethan stopped talking and tipped up on his tiptoes and gave the surprised boy a peck on his lips. Tolley didn't necessarily object -- he would have decked any other boy that did that, though. Tolley may be OK with the fun side of boysex, but he wasn't queer. However, Ethan wasn't just any boy. Tolley didn't mind as much with him. Wasn't interested in doing more of kissing, but the peck he didn't mind. Ethan pulled his hand out of the underwear and looked down at the pouch still visible through the splayed zipper. He could see the rounding of the boy's balls and the firm shaft directed upward. "Can I put my hand down there again sometime?" "Anytime you want," Tolley said with a smile, and almost a laugh, considering the exuberance of the young boy. Already Ethan was thinking about the even older boy that was supposed to blow him instead that afternoon. Jamie Benson owed Ethan a blow job as part of the debt when losing the basketball game yesterday. Ethan had agreed to postpone collecting his debt to allow Jamie more privacy in the obligation. In truth, however, Ethan had just pressed his advantage over the boy so that he could take his time and get a full free showing. Now he was thinking that he might even return the favor. He was wondering both what it must be like to suck on a 13 year old's penis, and what his cum would be like to swallow. "I gotta go, Ethan. Eli Corbin is supposed to be watching my ass, hopefully not literally, so I better go find him, so he report back to the others that I'm going to stay out of trouble." "So what's going to happen to me and Kelley?" Ethan asked. "Ethan, don't worry about it. Just do what we talked about and you'll be OK. All right? I gotta go . . . . . and, uh . . .thanks!" 10:45am "So, what do you want to do, Joey?" Caleb asked. Joey had gone almost a whole week wrestling with this decision. He finally felt a need for relief that he couldn't understand. He gave in to the need and sought out Duncan to scratch his itch. "I don't know. Maybe just hang out. Am I even allowed over?" Joey asked the older boy, though Joey was still distracted by what had happened earlier that morning with Duncan. That itch he had had. Oh man, it was such a good itch, too. So Duncan had scratched it -- good and deep. He left behind a nice load that Joey was still carrying around in his rectum, the sides of his inner muscles coated with the cream of Duncan's boyhood nuts. But unlike the last time, he had the courage to drop by Caleb's afterward. Though he could not even tell you for what he was looking. "Dad doesn't really like other people in the house, but Rich won't tell." Caleb didn't finish the thought going through his head, which was: `especially you Joey! Dad would freak and take the belt to my ass twice as hard the next time, if he just so much as knew you were in this house, especially after he found out it was your thin cum leaking out of my ass last week.' Instead Caleb just left it with the simple explanation that his little brother Rich would not tell. No sense in making Joey uncomfortable. The boy meant too much to him, right now, that was . . . . . Caleb gave a shudder at the thought of what he had let Joey do the last time, but then flashed the younger boy a smile and said, "It's cool. Don't worry about it." "I don't want to get you in trouble. Your dad's a little -- um, well, . . . .strict. Yeah. He's a little strict." Caleb laughed. He figured the word that Joey had paused on was `crazy'. His dad did seem to be getting a little more like that every day. "Don't worry, Joey. It's cool. It'll be all right. I wanted you to come over anyway." "Well, I don't want to get Rich in trouble either. I know you two have to share punishments for anything just one of you does." "Rich is fine, Joey." Caleb said to make his younger friend relax and feel more comfortable. Although in truth, Rich was still not speaking too much with Caleb for getting him in trouble last week; and he was not too happy about Joey coming over, for two reasons: 1) he didn't want to get in trouble for Caleb defying their father because Caleb was just thinking with his dick, and 2) the whole gay thing aspect was too new and unusual for him to really digest. Rich was three months younger than already 11 year old Joey and three months older than Ethan. He wasn't anywhere near their level of interest in sex, though. He was still only 10 for the next two months, and was your more typical non-worldly 10 year old, not so much like those in Indian Spring. And he definitely wasn't interested in boys the way Ethan and Joey were. To be honest, he didn't think much about sex; but all the same Rich wasn't totally unaware of sex. As for girls, Rich was also just a month older than Ian and Brianna and, even though he wasn't nearly as sophisticated or sexually aware as those two, either, he knew what was up between them and some of what went on with the older boys and girls in the neighborhood. He was aware of how sex was supposed to work among adolescents. Rich was, actually, starting his own fledgling interests in naked girls, at least in the photos that he had seen over at Steven Upshaw's house the rare few times he had been allowed to look. And he knew that Caleb's misadventure with a younger boy just didn't fit into any part of his world view as developed so far. And so he had angrily left the living room when Joey came over. He tried not to show it and just said he was bored and wanted to play outside. "I'm going to find Miguel," he added huffily. Miguel was the second son of the De La Cruz family. He was older than Rich by a couple of years, but Rich played better with him and the next older brother, Vicente, than he did with Javier, who was closest in age to Rich. Vicente, who at a year older than Miguel, was already technically a teenager. Unfortunately, the De La Cruz family was still largely shunned by the Indian Spring community, so 13 year old Vicente's principal playmate was his 12 year old brother Miguel and their 10 year old (almost 11) neighbor Rich Parker. Javier was still 9 months younger than Rich and not as mature. He mainly hung out with Katherine and Patrick Cormack. With Rich gone and out of the house, the boys continued some nervous small talk. There was just barely too great a difference in their ages to have much of a conversation. It was inevitable that a lull should come, and they just sat there on the couch, looking at each other. Caleb, being 14 years old, had the greater libido and leaned in toward Joey to make the first move. Joey watched as the older boy's head came in close to his own. Caleb's eyes began to close as his lips moved in to meet Joey's. Joey opened his mouth and felt the full pressure as the older boy's lips finally bore down upon his own. He closed his eyes, as well, as the seal was made, and Caleb's tongue came into his mouth to explore and wrestle with the native tongue inside. Joey felt Caleb's hand run through the back of his hair and gave a small moan, wrapping his arms around the stronger torso, feeling Caleb's burgeoning muscles beneath his T-shirt. He couldn't believe how wonderful this felt; he hadn't really even felt THAT attracted to guys, plus he was barely 11 years old. But this was awesome, and when he felt himself being pulled down to lay on the couch, he went with the flow, without breaking the passionate exploratory kiss in which the two were engaged. The serious make out continued for a bit longer before Caleb broke the kiss and sat back up. Smiling down at the younger boy, he pulled off his T-shirt, exposing the developing muscular chest, his slightly larger and darker brown nipples, and the moderate tufts of hair in his armpit, all of which Joey marveled at and felt a small jump in his dick as he took in the view. Caleb then removed his pants, and stripped down to his briefs, the front of which were clearly sagging with a mostly-hard, erecting male organ, and he leaned back in for some more serious kissing. Both boys by this point were as hard as rock. Caleb interrupted the kissing, again, to whisper in Joey's ear, "I want to take your clothes off." "Please." Joey pleaded back. In no time Joey was similarly stripped down with the additional removal of his briefs. Caleb looked down and marveled at the smaller dick, filled out and pointing straight up. There was just a small dusting of hairs at the base, and an all-boy proud owner smiling back up at him. The plump sac had drawn up his young balls and projected them out, compact, but impossible to ignore. This was by all means a boy. Joey sat up, thinking back to the first day he told Connor his ass was available for fun; That time hadn't gone as wonderfully as he had thought it might. This time, though, he was certain it would be fun for both, and not just the older boy. He leaned down and took the helmet of Caleb's impossibly hard dick into his mouth and gave it an extensive swirlie before bobbing down a few times, sucking in and on the first inch and a half of shaft. He got the incomprehensible moan from Caleb that he was looking for and pulled off. Joey looked up at Caleb, gearing himself up for the next step, and said, "Before I came over, I let Duncan Cormack fuck me." "Really?" Caleb was shocked at this, speechless and incredibly horny. "Yeah. He did me pretty good, too." Joey wasn't trying to sound slutty, but he really wanted to try this with Caleb. The older boy's body was so damn HOT, and he couldn't get anything else in his mind. He was, in fact, feeling that he was very lucky. "And he, um, . . . . . well, I mean, I'm still greased up pretty good, you know. You probably wouldn't need anything else." Joey waited for a response as Caleb just looked down on him in wonderment. The only response he got was Caleb pushing him back down on the couch and leaning in after him, enveloping him in another deep kiss. Caleb's arms and hands were holding the younger boy's upper body and the back of his head, as he enjoyed the elevated oral ecstasy of the dance of their tongues. Joey pulled his legs up and wrapped them around the back of Caleb. Somehow, between the two of them, they managed to get Caleb's briefs down. The strong hard dick popped out and readied for the slow march forward through the narrow passage ahead. The head found its target, seemingly on its own, and Joey felt the pressure against his backdoor. He was so hot for trying this and readied already by Duncan that it didn't take much pressure for his hole to open up and swallow the larger head. The feelings of intensity seemed to commingle through their bodies and within their interlocked mouths, as Joey's ass sucked in the hard dick. Caleb's cock pushed into the welcoming grip of luxury and youth with a long and satisfying groan delivered directly through the kiss. Hardly either realized they were naked on the couch in full flagrante and only broke the kiss as the dick bottomed out into the younger boy's stretched hole. "I wanna see it." Caleb whispered as he sat back up and looked down between him and Joey's superb ass to marvel at the juncture where a tight rim of flesh was stretched around, but also gripping, the root of his hard dick. He then gave a few short, slow thrusts to watch the amazing sight of it reappearing and disappearing again into the warm flesh. The feelings springing along his shaft and deep into his body, and the comfortable sounds, almost purring, of the boy under him, propelled him back again into their embrace and deep into a kiss. Meanwhile, Caleb's hips had taken up a rhythmic pattern of thrusts into the eager ass. Caleb's thrusts relayed positive feedback that just sped up the process, until he was really pounding the boy's ass. Both boys were in such motion and groaning that neither could continue the kiss. They broke the lip-lock and half looked at each other through lidded eyes. Joey came first as the intense motion triggered a cascade of feeling rushing through his body and deep up into his center of being, so that he exploded his thin cum between them, looking up at the dazed handsome face right above him. Caleb similarly felt the clamp-down on an in-thrust of his cock, and he achingly released the pent up dam of cum that had welled up from two and a half days of no jerking off. He completely flooded the rectal vault that he was still pumping, sending his sperm deeper into the belly of the totally willing kid below him. So willing was the boy to let Caleb claim him and fill him up -- so happy to feel the blasts of warm semen against his bowels and still feel the head of that great dick massage him from inside. Both boys were wholly depleted. As Caleb finally pulled out, he rolled more to the back of the couch and pulled Joey in close and on top, for a post-orgasmic snuggle. It wasn't long before the huffing and puffing died down and a lazy kiss started back up. But by that point, Joey was spent and done for, and it was starting to feel a little uncomfortable for him. After all, despite this momentary, yet deep, attraction for a stronger and older boy, he really did like girls. He wasn't sure how all this started out. But he sighed, thinking maybe he could get off on both. At any rate he felt it was rapidly nearing time to go. But Caleb continued his kiss, fully comfortable in his lust and love for a younger boy. Joey sat up, still feeling more than a bit weird after all the kissing. The sex was great; he would admit to that. But it wasn't the same in totality as the casual nature that he enjoyed with Duncan. The lovey-dovey was a bit too much. "Uh, I have to go." He stood up and immediately started dressing. "Wait!" Said Caleb. "Can I have one last look at your butt? I never really got to see your hole this time before I went in. I just want to look at it." Joey gave Caleb a slightly weird look and then smiled awkwardly and shrugged. After all, Duncan always got a kick seeing his hole before he fucked it. Joey turned around and dropped his shorts and underwear that he had been pulling up and bent over. Caleb was still in awe of the pert and all-boy ass at his disposal here. He put his hands on the globes and gave a gentle squeeze, muttering to himself how nice these were. He continued his squeezes and slowly and gently parted them to look upon the elastic center muscle that winked at him, still slightly open, slightly red, slightly oozing cum, but seemed to still be begging him to use it. Caleb was excited all over again. When Joey looked between his legs, again feeling conflicted yet loving once more the feel of the strong hands taking charge of his cheeks, he watched as Caleb's dick recovered its energy and quickly rose again to a full-hard mast. And when he saw Caleb start to stand up, he wasn't wrong in suspecting what would come, or cum, next. "NNnngghhOoohhhOOh!!!" Joey moaned out loud as the head of the steel rod found his hole and march straight through until the older boys pubic hair could be felt flush with his once again naked cheeks. With no further perfunctory ritual, Caleb grasped a hold of the boy's waist and just began fucking him. This one was going to be a longer fuck. Poor Joey was going to be sore after all. He decided he needed new strategies for getting off. 11:30 am What a night, 13 year old Jessica Odom had thought as she lay in bed in her shorts and T-shirt in the late morning sun. She had foregone underwear after her shower the prior evening. She still had that luxury, since she was alone in her house. She wouldn't be after next week, as her cousins were coming to stay for the rest of the summer. Her Uncle Sam and Aunt Gina were going to Mexico for language school and dropping off their twin boys, Michael and Nicholas, just 5 months younger than Jessica. But that was after next week. For now, she was alone, and she went back to bed to think about the same thoughts she had had last night -- thoughts about that boy Cole from Coolspring. Thoughts that led her hands astray and deep into her shorts, over that nether region she knew so well by her own exploration, and dipping into the well of her own fertility, from across the Mount of Venus and into the Valley of Jezebel. She writhed in the illicit thoughts of what she would let that boy do on her and within her. Forget Chad Leach; for the moment, her fantasies had a new target. And as she lay there in her bed, she reawakened her own libido and began the tortuous assault on her pussy, yearning for a boy to help her out. "Ding-Dong-donnnggg" went the doorbell. Oh, she really couldn't stop now, she was so close and soooo horny!! Oh yes, Cole, like that! UNnngg YES!! "Ding-Dong-donnnggg" Damn it! She had almost been there. She pulled her hand out and breathed heavily, slowly coming down, waiting for the pesky person at the door to go away so she could start again. The cool down was doing nothing to diminish her randy temper of the moment. Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. Shit. They aren't going away. She lay only a few moments longer before she drug herself out of her sanctuary and trudged down the hall. This had better be good! "WHAT is - . . . . . Oh! . . . .Colin, hey . . . . .Oh my- I forgot I told you to come over." "Um, if it's a bad time . . . . I, uh, I can come back." Jessica suddenly threw herself behind the door. She had never washed her hands from fingering her own pussy, plus she was all wet down there from almost hitting an orgasm twice, and she could actually feel her nipples scraping against the fabric of her T-shirt; with all this going on, there's no telling what the fair-skinned, strapping, auburn-haired adolescent boy saw. All she knew was it was too much. She wanted the 13 year old boy to go away so she could finish, but just seeing his tall handsome form and polite All-American Boy demeanor just made her pussy drip all the more. Maybe Colin Gaither would never be as handsome as Kelley Tucker or Jake Finney, as strong as Chad Leach, or as bold and direct as Cole Hailey, but he was still a looker -- and such a nice boy. He was strong though, probably strong enough to hold her while he slowly thrust his ---- Jessica had to shake her head and recollect her thoughts. On a good day Colin could put the itch deep in the vagina of any receptive teenage girl, but today her hormones were way out of control. The boy had to go. "Sorry, Colin, today's just . . . . well, I mean, right now . . . ." "Just let me know when you want me to come back. Um, nobody else knows about this right? There's not a bunch of girls hiding in there, is there?" "Colin, honestly, would I actually do that?" No. Jessica definitely wouldn't. She wasn't that type of girl. "Sorry, Jess. I'm just, uh, nervous." He left out hard as a rock. He was already close to a hard-onbefore Jessica answered the door, but then he could see her nipples hard and poking out the front of her shirt. That sent him all the rest of the way. It was only a quick look because he felt it was wrong to stare, but gosh'a'mighty did he lose half the blood from his head in that moment and it all went straight into his dick awful fast. "Colin, you know what you owe me?" "Uh, sort of. I've never actually . . . you know . . I don't know . . . I'm not real sure what I'm supposed to do." "Have you ever put your mouth on a boy's thing?" "No!! . . .I mean . . . no. Never. And I'm really glad you picked me yesterday so I didn't have to. That would've been horrible. Well, at least I think it would have been horrible. I don't know. Maybe it's not. I just never thought about doing it before, and I don't really want to know. I mean Jason wanted to try it once, you know, us do each other, a couple years ago, but I never wanted to . . . " "Jason Lucci?" "Oh geez" Colin said, closing his eyes. He was rambling. He never rambled. Ever. It's just that he couldn't get the taut nipples of her titties out of his mind. "I cant believe I just said that. I shouldn't have said that." Jessica just laughed. "Don't worry, I won't tell him. Well, Colin, I was kinda in the middle of something . . . in bed . . . when you rang the doorbell. You can come in, but you have to promise to help me finish it -- oh I cannot believe I am doing this." She said the last part to herself very quietly. "You mean like a crossword puzzle?" Uh-unh. The boy cannot be THAT nice and polite. But he seemed sincere. Jessica gave him a look that seemed to say, wake up boy and smell the vagina. "Colin." "Wha- Oh. . . OH!! . . . . oh, oh oh, sorry, I didn't mean to . . . " "Are you going to help or not?" Colin was frozen, and the best he could do was just nod. Jessica smiled. She felt equally nervous, except that she was feeling naughtier than she ever had in her life. This so wasn't like her, but she wanted it. "Colin, be honest with me about something, what all did you see when I answered the door?" Colin blushed, and Jessica knew he had seen something. She was more turned on at this point than embarrassed, however, and pressed forward. "Colin, I demand you tell me, or I won't have anything else to do with you." She gave her best subtle pout, but she wasn't really very good at playing the girlie girl. She was too much the athlete and competitor. "I, uh, saw, uh . . . . " He couldn't finish but made a circular motion around his own chest where a breast would be on a girl. "Come on, say it aloud." She said, getting more turned on and having some innocent fun with his timidity. "I saw your . . ti-titties. They were pu-pushing out your shirt. You, uh, don't, uh, don't have a bra on." The boy blushed deeply on saying it. He might talk some talk around the guys, but you just weren't supposed to directly say that to a girl. It was rude. "Did you like them?" Again he blushed deeply. "Come on, Colin; you have to actually say it. Or I'm gonna --" "YES!" He blurted out. Both of them were surprised by the intensity of his acknowledgement. Jessica smiled coyly, or at least as coyly as she could -- the hormones were helping a lot with that. "Do you want to see them again?" She was still hidden behind the door, except for her face and one arm and a shoulder. She did have nice breasts for a 13 year old girl. Few people realized at the game because she was wearing a sports bra. But Colin was getting stuck again. "Colin?" "Yes . . . . I do." It was a tremendous thing to admit out loud; he felt that he had just taken a huge step in growing up, one that he had always thought he had already taken. But he realized deeper within that the acknowledgement to a girl this candidly was stepping between teen boy talk and teen boy can-do. And that was scarier than most teen boys would admit. "How much?" She asked. "A lot." "Just a lot?" "A lot a lot." He said quieter, his eyes going down to the level of where her breasts probably were, still hidden behind the door. He had no control at this point over his wandering gaze. "Do you think you would like seeing them without the shirt in the way?" Colin's eyes grew wide open and his mouth fell. He looked dazed and somewhat unfocused into Jessica's eyes and nodded his head. "Have you ever done anything with a girl before?" Collin shook his head no, still with the same dumfounded look and managed to mumble, "Just kissed a girl once at school." "This could be fun," She said quietly, more to herself than Colin, and stepped back into the doorway. "So go ahead and look." If anything her nipples were even more pointed and obscenely noticeable. The same could hardly be said for Colin though, as his shorts, though they betrayed the bulge his cock was making, were too thick a material to give too much away. The boy however only briefly glanced at the pert T-shirt outlined breasts with the straining nipples, before catching his breath and looking up deliberately to maintain eye contact. He swore, though, that he felt his dick jump and move 80% closer to going off in his shorts. "Come on, Colin, look and enjoy!" She said, starting to have even more fun with the prospect of what lay ahead. Colin did just as she invited him to do and felt his breath catch again. Jessica reached out her hand for his and pulled him into the house, shutting the door behind them. She pulled Colin deeper into the house, and he just dumbly followed wherever she led, which ended up being inside her bedroom. Even though no one was home or coming home, she shut this door, as well, and faced him. This time he had no trouble looking her in the eyes, though he still showed his bashful edges. "The hand I led you with, before you came over I was using it on myself to get off. I even had two of my fingers buried in my pussy." Who says boys should have all the fun talking dirty about girls? Jessica was starting to have a blast. She loved watching Colin turn red, as he was doing right now, staring down at his own hand that had now been in indirect contact with her most private and personal space. "Maybe you'll get to do it, too, later. Would you like that?" He could only give the barest of nods. She turned her back on him to go over and fetch a towel from around her desk chair, and when she did so he lifted his hand up and gave a few tentative sniffs, but quickly lowering it just before she turned around again. "Take off your T-shirt." He did as he was told, taking off the top printed T-shirt. He tossed this on the floor as directed, and then took off his plain white T-shirt and handed it over as ordered next. Jessica so wanted to stroke herself as the flat stomach and naked chest came into view. She marveled at the boy's own nipples, pale and smaller, and at the small patches of brown hairs she had seen under his arm when he pulled the plain white T off. There was even less of a trace of auburn there, but it still could be seen. Jessica took the undershirt and gave the boy further instructions, "I'm going to take a shower. You are NOT to touch your boy privates at all while I am gone. Those are mine, since I won them in the game." That wasn't exactly true, but Colin nodded his agreement anyway. "When I come out of the shower, I expect your shoes off, your shorts unzipped with the fly spread open and you sitting on the edge of my bed waiting for me. Understand?" She didn't wait for a reply at all but spun around and headed into her bath, closing the door behind her. Colin was finally left alone and left with the conflicting feelings of grabbing a pair of her panties from the drawer and jacking off a massive load, and just plain running for his life. With a thumping heart, however, he slipped off his shoes and socks and unsnapped his shorts, pulling the zipper down cautiously so as not to rub his dick anymore than necessary. His chest was pounding with fear and excitement as he stood there in a girl's bedroom with his zipper splayed open, a raging rock hard erection thrusting out the cotton of his underwear and pulling the waistband out slightly, and the only thing holding his pants up were his hands. Did he dare do what he was thinking? The fear level rose along with the thumping of his heart as he approached her dresser drawer and pulled back the top drawer. Yes. It was her underwear drawer. The excitement from this fact rushed in dizzily, as he contemplated all the panties that spent so much time snug up against that wonderful area she had teased him about. Would he really get to see it? Maybe even . . . . . touch it? He held his breath as he ran a hand over the panties, getting a better feel of first one, then the other, even picking this one up and . . . . . dare he . . . . . . yes, as he drug in his breath with the cloth so fresh up against his nose. Then with alarm he noticed that the water had stopped running in the shower. He hastily replaced the panties and shut the drawer as quickly and quietly as possible. This required both hands, and his shorts fell to the floor bunched around his ankles. He grabbed them back up and hurried back over to the bed to sit down, except that he never got them 100% of the way back up before he sat, and his face was flush with the concern of being caught, well, literally with his pants down AND his hand in the cookie jar. He had no sooner sat down when the door opened and he started breathing like an asthmatic having a heart attack, which he may very well have been. There in the doorway, Jessica stood with a side view to Colin, leaning against the door jamb and smiling sweetly, as if waiting for his approval. She was wearing his white T-shirt, and he at first started to look down to once again see if she was without a bra, but his T-shirt was bigger and hid more there. Besides, his eyes didn't stay long, as they were distracted lower down to the hem and her naked legs. Quickly following the hem back as it rode up a bit to reveal the lower part of her pert ass, Colin moaned and automatically reached for his cock to squeeze it. Holy shit she was naked under his very own T-shirt. "Unh uh unh." She said reprimanding him before his hand could reach its intended target. But how could he not???? Here was this . . . . . beautiful . . . . . naked girl . . . . . and she was . . . . . . . NAKED . . . . . . . just for him . . . . and in his OWN T-shirt!!!!!!!!! How could he not just grab and squeeze the life out of what had been his best friend over the last two years. His cock was pleading, begging, dying for attention. Screaming at his frozen hand to come the rest of the way and just do it . . . . .DO it . . . . . . DO IT!!!! . . . . . . and put it out of its exquisite adolescent torture. "That's mine, remember." Jessica said as she walked in the room. As she did so, there were the briefest glimpses of her pussy, her pubic hair, and that beautiful join of her legs. Colin was almost panting as she stood before him. She brought his hands toward her naked thighs and told him to feel her skin, how warm and ready it was for him. How clean. How inviting. And it was. He let out another involuntary moan as he felt along the sides of her hips, his fingers just brushing the backs of her legs, the fingertips of the right hand caressing the very edges of her asscheeks, pulling the hand with it, until very soon he was exploring and squeezing a naked ass cheek. The thumb of the left meanwhile was attracted by the hint of heat closer in to the front. His left hand rotated inward as his thumb was drawn more to cleft of those legs where the valley of life would succor it inward further. He had just brushed the outer lips of the moist treasure that he still could not as yet fully see, when Jessica stepped up closer and climbed on to the bed, with a knee on either side of the boy. Jessica lower her body closer to his crotch, and in doing so caused the T-shirt to rise up, slowly exposing more and more of her pussy and causing the boy to suffer more and more, now breathing erratically and unable to take his eyes off the revealing treat below, oh so ever and ever closer to his straining and pulsing cock, a cock that felt like it was about to rip the confines of his underwear just to get closer to the moist flesh and attempt the penetration he had only dreamed of before. Eventually it was just too much -- way, way, way too much, and he could feel it about to pulse for real. "Ah . . . ah . . . . oh geez . . . .oh . . . oh . .. . no . . . . no . . . .i'm gonna . . . . ." "Shhhh," Jessica said quietly and put her fingers under his chin to raise his face. His head came up, but his eyes tried to stay focused on what was coming into view below, and his mind was being washed away simply by what was cumming. "No . . . . no . . . . " He panted and closed his eyes tight. "I'm gonna . . . . " And then it happened. An explosion in his mind, as pleasurable as it was intolerable. It was too soon, too soon!! He was no longer `gonna', he was doing it. He was spilling the biggest load of cream in his life, filling his underwear with a storehouse of finest boy product. "Oooh . . .. . . Ohhhhh . . . . nnnggghh . . . . . . noooo . . . . no . . . . . oh no." "Shhh, I like that Colin," Jessica said softly, pulling him into a hug, even as his hands were still caressing her backside. "I like it. Makes me feel special, and you'll make more. We'll make you make lots more. Wont that be fun?" Colin nodded into her shoulder, embarrassed as all get out for what he had just done, but still aware the he was still holding a nearly naked girl that had just crawled into his lap, and as well that her pussy was still only inches away from his dick, a dick still barley contained by a thin, and now very wet, layer of blue-striped cotton. He realized that his dick had hardly gone down, and it was already engorged again. That fast!! That had never happened before. Not that fast, at least. Not since he had been able to shoot. His hands began wandering from her ass to up her body and around the sides as she leaned back and let him continue to explore. It was though his hands were trying to remind him that there was more to see. He watched as the T-shirt came up as his hands moved up her body. He was still fascinated by what he could see of her pubic area, the beautiful black hairs, and knowing that the delectable pussy was right there, right there just between those creamy legs. But her flat stomach was just as beautiful, and he dipped his right hand back down to run the rim of her belly button, before moving back up to where both hands were now running over her ribs. He first felt and then saw the growing mounds of pert adolescent breast fullness, realizing with a shocker that he was actually feeling up a girl's tits. Real boobs. He was really doing it -- what other boys only talked up and dreamed about. And it was every bit as wonderful as he had ever hoped and imagined! Better even!! So, So much better. "Why, Colin," Jessica got out after looking down at the boy's almost fully exposed lap, and feeling more and more hot herself, finding it as difficult to breathe as Colin was. "I think you're even harder than you were before you came." "Yeah," Colin panted. And then, in an instant, without seeing it, his thumbs under his own T-shirt found the motherload of what every teen boy spent his whole teen life just trying to see. Each thumb crested the small rise and then rolled over and around a separate nipple. It was Jessica's turn to moan out as Colin continued to play lightly, but resolutely, with the hard and extremely sensitive nipples. Colin leaned forward and closed his eyes, he opened his mouth and brought it toward where he knew his right thumb would be, intending for his second `glimpse' of the hard nipple be with his tongue than his eyes, the first being the touch and meander of his thumb. Then after sampling the savory tastes of forbidden delights, he would pull his T-shirt up off her bodyand drown in the sight of real live tits, before going back down and feasting upon them for real, relishing the feel against his oral muscle. The thought of it had him leaking, making his sopping briefs even wetter. But Jessica had a different feast in mind, and she put her hand on his shoulder and stopped him from coming forward. As he opened his eyes to find out why, he caught that glimpse anyway, of a dark arc, a rim of nipple flesh just covered by the bunched hem of his T-shirt as it fell over his thumb, and his hand holding her warm round young fullness. "No, Colin, not yet. Flip me over on to my back on the bed." He moved one hand to her back and one to her rump and did as she said, finding himself now above her with her legs wrapped around him, his underwear trussed member straining to grind into her sex, and hips at this point had no will but to obey, bringing some loud and agonizing groans from each 13 year old. He did it again, and again, bringing both youths closer to an orgasm and nearer to their complete loss of innocence; but a presence of mind struggled through the enveloping pressure and broke surface in Jessica's mind, reminding her what she had wanted Colin to do. She grasped his head and pulled him inward, even as he continued to rock his hips into her. Her feet had already pushed off his shorts so that the boy was only humping in his blue striped pouch briefs that were working on being just barely a size too small. She whispered in his ear, though more akin to between a groan and a barely contained quiet yell, hot and coarse, her own breath humid with a pulsing and overwhelming desire. "I want your mouth on my pussy!! I want your tongue there!! I want you to lick it, suck it, eat it! I want you to make me SCREAM!!!" With each demand she wound her fingers through his short hair and pulled him to her even more tightly. She then pushed down on his shoulders, forcing him down her body, He began kissing and licking this wondrous flesh as he went down, and when he passed her belly button, he paused to lick and tongue the depression. It made her squirm with delight, but it still wasn't what she wanted and she pushed him lower. When his mouth arrived, he wasn't even able to pull back and enjoy the view for a moment. She had one hand on the back of his head, holding him down, locked her legs around him, and arched her pussy upward, driving the top part completely into his mouth. To Colin's credit and oversexed state, he didn't flinch, but sucked in and went to town sucking and tonguing every available part that found its way into his mouth as she squirmed and gyrated and shoved herself onto the service of his tongue and his wet, young maw. With her moans, groans, and screams of direction and praise, he found what was turning her on the most and what was driving her absofucking crazy and attacked it with a ferocity of perversity only possible with an adolescent libido. She was screaming into one orgasm and following up with a second before he even realized it, and he was feeling an overwhelming rush of euphoria just for bringing her to them. His mouth was tiring, having never before used it so hard and so long for so singular a purpose, but as she rose into her third orgasm, he found new energy and applied effort at a slightly new angle and with a swirl he hitherto had not used, brought an unexpected early third and rapid fourth in quick succession to the poor utterly spent girl. She had no energy left at all after that last orgasm. She couldn't speak; she could hardly moan, so exhausted was she. She couldn't resist as Colin pulled his mouth off her nether privates and began kissing his way back up her body. He pushed his T-shirt up her body as he went, with a single purpose and drive in every fiber of his from the tip of his toes, through his buttocks and along his back, from the tip of his penis directly connected to his brain, with a second connection flowing down the shaft and up the balls, meeting in his gut and swirling about there before driving up through his chest and reinforcing the existing dick-brain connection. They all wanted to see one thing. Titties. "Sweet holy Spring," he said softly the words tumbling out of his mouth as saliva threatened to do when he looked down at the twin girl mounds of joy and forever happiness that he had uncovered when he pushed the cotton T up and over her breasts revealing the sweet treat of nipple blessedness before him. He could cum again just from staring, and he knew it; but before that happened, he just had to taste. Colin leaned down, and even more than eating pussy, all he had ever wanted as an early teen was to feel these and get a girl's nipple in his mouth, just like in the raunchy college T&A movies -- and of course everything else that followed. But for him, this was the first prize, and as he let his mouth form its gentle suction over the tit, felt the warm and still firm nipple almost melt inside, and heard the gentle moan from the wasted girl below him, he knew that though this was the heaven he had hoped for from the depths of his loins in every movie he had watched that he wasn't supposed to, he still wanted more. He had had his appetizer. Now the meal was on the table and he wanted the full course. And he was intent on enjoying that nipple and breast as he went to town sucking and mawing and licking and savoring all over the tit, all the while stroking, fondling, kneading the soft, pliant breasts. He moved to the left and similarly enjoyed that one, got his fill and went back to the right. He spent awhile just enjoying the feast, absent minded of the lack of participation of the girl under him. She was moaning lightly, almost faintly, and still had her legs wrapped loosely around him and that was good enough for him, as he kept on enjoying himself. It was taking all her remaining strength, which wasn't much, just to keep her legs around him. Jessica wanted Colin to have his fun, too, but even as he did so, he still kept draining her, making her put more and more energy that she didn't have to get up to the threshold of a fifth orgasm, but she couldn't get there and kept falling short of the mark, losing what energy she had invested. It was like he was killing her slowly with pleasure. Colin finished up on her left breast leaving a trail of slobber as he made his way to the neckline and began leaving a trail of hickies. Eventually he put his mouth over hers and gave some mild fight against resistance, and she was very soon tongue wrestling and kissing him back, trying to marshall some unknown reserves of sex and energy into the fray; but he was too much for her; and she had to pull back and catch her breath. She was breathing heavy when he ventured down to nibble on her ear. Oh gaahhd . . . he just wasn't stopping. Colin was raking his chest against hers in an up and down motion that scraped her tenderized nipples along his skin, moving them back and forth across their firmness, every now and then catching one of his own nipples in a mashed and mini-sword play. It was turning him on something fierce, and he was rocking his pelvis back into hers, wondering if there was any hope in his actually getting a chance to fuck, though he knew that was a definite no -- all the more reason to keep his underwear on. He wasn't sure how well he could control himself otherwise. Just as he started to build up to a point of no return, she couldn't take anymore and moaned into his ear to hurry and finish. "Can I-" He started his hopeless plead. "Yes, YES! Just do it," she said almost breathless. "Just don't ask me anything and do whatever gets you off, just finish." "Are you sure --" "Colin! Quit asking. I don't have enough energy. Don't ever ask me, just," she took a breath Sometimes Colin was just too damn thoughtful. "Just have fun!" It was understood between both of them that his underwear was staying on. Originally, he was just here to make her feel good; but he had done such a good job, she wanted him to get off, as well. To that end, she didn't care how much he wanted to rub into her, to grind his cock into her, his underwear was on, and he was a great boy. Just so long as he did it quick. Whatever sexual second or third wind she had, was extremely ephemeral and fading fast. The only problem with this was that Colin wasn't aware of the same understanding that she was about the underwear staying on. And once she gave him permission to do as he pleased and not ask permission, the quiet and respectful Colin took a back seat to beat off internally and let the euphoria wash over him while the inner animal of teenage boyhood took over to get his nut. He reached down between them and pushed his underwear down, grabbing his aching hard cock, and ran the head between her moist lower lips. She was leaking and ready, and his dick instinctively knew it. The fact that she didn't want that wasn't considered. The misunderstanding had taken that out of the equation. As she felt his helmet rub between her lips, she had a shock of pleasure and excitement that ran up her body and overrode her objections. As that wave passed and she moaned out a no, telling him to stop, it was already too late. He had covered her lips with his and began a passionate, tongue wrestling kiss that made her objections sound like pleasure to his sex twisted senses. The dickhead was at the hot, wet and prepped, relaxing muscular doorway to teen heaven, and he slid in his dick in a steady push for home. Barely had he bottomed out when she pulled away to protest again, but he pulled back two inches and slid straight back in, not hard, but with a quick and confident thrust that had her moaning out incomprehensibly. He set a pace without hesitation, claiming that pussy with a sureness of what was accepted dominance to him, and he knew he wouldn't last long before he was spilling his load. It was this second part that had Jessica more worried, even more so than losing her virginity, which had been something for which she wasn't prepared that day. In no time, he felt the cum churning in his balls and he made stronger thrusts into the pussy, delivering a large load of his boyhood straight up a girl's twat, something heretofore only relegated to fantasy; and yet he was doing it. With each slam, he pumped her more and more full of cum, until he had no more to give. Oh this was horrible, Jessica's inner responsibility struggled to send up to her over-taxed decision centers of her brain. This was bad, having a boy's sperm in her unprotected. The only problem was it had sent her close to another orgasm, and one more would surely fry or detonate her brain and body for the rest of the morning and/or week, it felt like. Colin paused and went back to kissing her neck, giving only the weakest and puniest of hickies at this point, as he was struggling against the tide of energy being blessedly sucked out of him. But his boyhood was staying ready to march on, and, seemingly against his will, it started his hips back up so that they were once again rocking his shaft in and out of the tight, hot pussy. He started moaning, almost as if something were being done to him, rather than his own body acting on, or inside, someone else. Jessica moaned out, troubled that he had shot his sperm inside her, but he didn't understand. He was still feeling like it was the greatest thing on earth. "I know!!" he moaned out breathlessly. "I'm gonna do even more!!" Once again she tried to moan out a NO, but it just sounded like background pleasure and encouragement to his ears, as he picked up the pace of his rocking and began fucking her royally. He had had two orgasms so far that morning and he knew he could really ride this one out. He was dragging that poor girl back up off the plateau of the threatened fifth orgasm and drawing her up to a point where she was truly going to lose it. The problem was that with the pace he had set and the relentless pounding she was receiving from the renewed vigor of his adolescent stores, she was just being teased and held at a constant near-orgasmic level, always being threatened to be taken over the threshold, but instead just being driven crazy resting on the edge of it. When her sanity was no longer under her control and the need was about to slip over from exquisite pleasure to torture, Colin felt his own need arise again, and began a more forceful, even violent slamming of his need, rocking hard into her body with all the desire and necessity of getting his entire dick embedded with each thrust, and even enlarge itself further within. At that point he drew her sharply upward into a supposedly final and utterly intense fifth orgasm, triggering his own next orgasm, as well. No sooner as he had felt that, than he began a last minute desperate attack against the tightening vaginal walls, his expanding dick rubbing and pushing back and sending her rocketing straight into her sixth orgasm. And she wasn't coming out of that one completely conscious. They were both sad lumps of Jello, quivering physically within and without and even deeper into their souls, as they crawled more completely into the bed together, exhausted as they were and fell completely asleep in each other's arms. If you enjoy my story at all and have ever considered writing, pleas do. I would very much like to hear from you - Jonas jonas_henley at yahoo.co.uk