Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2011 01:17:26 +0100 (BST) From: Jonas Henley Subject: Kids of Indian Spring 26c Kids of Indian Spring By Jonas Henley Chapter 26c Tail of Two Cities The Evening: The Track of a Storm 'It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair' Thursday, 22 June 1995 4:45 pm The unincorporated area of Indian Spring "So Dad, why didn't you tell me about that sooner?" Kelley asked his father, referring to the Dawson Exclusion and the story that Mrs. Headley had related. [The longer story can be read in a separate folder entitled Mackey Tails, under the title of The Dawson Exclusion.] "To be honest, son, I only remembered it the other day when I checked with Jonathan Brewer to see who was in Cal's scout troop and who was coming to the White Party. When he told me initially that Bennett Mackey might go, something kicked in, and I remembered the Dawson Exclusion. But then I realized it didn't matter." "Didn't matter! Didn't matter? Dad, if Bennett Mackey or Chris Corbin do show up, by the rules, I can't say no. Then if they fuck . . . . sorry, I know, language, but come on . . . if they do it, then I have to go to the Choosing. And I know a few Mackeys that would like to see me as a bottom!" "Relax, Kelley, Relax. Number one, they are the only Mackey's in Troop 9, I checked. And they are Tenth Kinset Mackeys, which by the laws I set with Bart --- that are still in effect, by the way --- no Tenth Kinset Mackey can induce a Near Spring non-Mackey into anal sex, EVEN at a White Party. They would, in fact, be the only ones you could refuse." "Well, that's good to know to." Kelley said, calming somewhat, but realizing he really needed more information on these rules and by-laws, which were starting to sound a lot more like 'by-the-way' laws. He was additionally, blushing after his dad specifically referred to 'anal sex'; he liked it a lot better when they simply talked around the action that would take place inside Kelley's bum, rather than directly conjure up images of it. "And Number Two," his dad continued, "the Dawson Exclusion is a lesser known corollary that hasn't, to my knowledge, been used in the almost thirty years since it was established and might only be fully remembered by a few adults that don't care anymore." "Maybe," Kelley said, "But it's why Sean Dawson won't move here with his son until he's 13." "Well," Hal said, visibly more uncomfortable, all of a sudden, "uh, of course it would be on Sean's mind. He had something of a regular reminder for a while that made it hard to forget." Ah geez, Kelley thought. Gross. And he sure hoped that word 'hard' wasn't meant as an intended pun. Fortunately his dad moved on from this historical anecdote. "And anyway, Number 3, nobody else knows about you being a bottom, except you, me, Casey, Cal, and Jonathan Brewer." "You told Cal and Mr. Brewer??" "Kelley, I had to. These parties are determined by the number of Blue boys. These rules are different from the Scout campouts. At parties, you can only have three Whites per Blue and one White per Grey." "Grey?" "Grey is a bottom boy allowed to refuse any specific request, so long as he fills a specific quota, like once or twice per day. But the rules state only one Grey per family." "So, I could have gone as a Grey?" "Oh, uh . . . . . Kelley, I'm sorry . . . . the whole Grey thing slipped my mind. I was in a bit of a shock when you told me. But I already registered you as a Blue, so the Grey option is out on this one. But you could go as a Grey to the next White Party." "There's a next !!???" "Well, no, I mean, there will be. I'm only saying that you could, if you wanted to." "Dad, why would I want to go to another one of these parties??" "I know. Stupid thought. Have some patience with me; I don't have prior experience thinking about it from the other side of the color option. To me White Parties always meant something different . . . ." "Please!" Kelley said quickly, throwing up a hand like a policeman halting traffic, "No details!" Hal laughed. "OK, no worries. I don't actually want to give any. The important thing is, Cal cannot tell anyone, and you won't know these boys, so no one else will know about you being a bottom, except Casey." "And Cal." Kelley said miserably. "And Cal," his dad sympathized, at least as best as he could. "And the other boys . . . ." Kelley mumbled, thinking about all the boys who had already used his backside, but let his dad think he was just referring to the Boy Scouts from out in the County that would be at the party. The problem was, at some point, and probably in high school, as he got older and expanded his worldview beyond Sweetwater, Coolspring, and Indian Spring, he was going to run into these boys socially. And that would always put him at a disadvantage. No matter how those boys turned out, good or bad, they would still know that at some point they had fucked Kelley up the ass. And he had let them. A gross shiver ran down his spine as he thought about it. There had to be a way out of this. [Internal sigh] There wasn't. But something else was troubling the boy as well. "Hey dad, Mr. Brewer would know if some Mackeys from outside of Cal's troop were going right?" "Don't be paranoid, Kelley. Why would they do that? And yes Mr. Brewer would know. Cal was given specific instructions that no one outside his troop could be invited." "Are Hinton, Kevin and Sean in his troop?" "No. Well, actually, there was a split in the troop. Troop 68A and Troop 68B. Neither troop wanted to be 'Troop 69', so they are still waiting for the state association to approve a different number." "Why wouldn't they want to be Troop 69?" "Um," Hal stumbled on this answer. At least his boy wasn't THAT sexually inducted. "It's an, uh, unlucky number in Scouts, Kelley." "Oh . . . but you mean there could be Mackeys in Troop 68B who might be coming?" "I was specific with Jonathan about only Troop 68A, and he confirmed that. I am a lawyer Kelley. It's what I do." "And Cal's a weasel. It's what he does." "Do you want me to call Amos or Jebediah to find out?" "No, Hayden must have just thought his brother and Jason's brothers were going. He probably doesn't know the troop was split." "He probably doesn't," Hal agreed. "The troop split was after he was already out, and the initial invite did go out to Troop 68. Jonathan said he called and corrected everyone so that they knew it would only be 68A. But I can still call Jebediah or Amos." "No! I don't want this spread around anymore. Don't talk to any more adults." Kelley said, but then he noticed something, something he had noticed when his dad had said something about no one else knowing. He hadn't exactly told the truth. "You told somebody!" Kelley accused him. "Now, Kelley, it was only Seamus . . ." "You told Uncle Seamus!!! Nooo, dad! Why??!!" "What's all the yelling about in here?" Sylvie asked as she walked into the office. "He told Uncle Seamus!! Why don't you just tell Uncle Phil! Or Uncle Michael!" "Kelley, quit being dramatic, that isn't you." "And why not?" Sylvie stepped in on Kelley's side. "I don't think he's being overly dramatic. Our child deserves some right to outrage. Hal! How could you! We talked about this, it's Kelley's right to choose who gets this information." "Well . . . . I had to talk to someone! I'm glad you can take this all in stride, Sylvie, but I can't! I'm sorry, I'm trying, but I needed to talk with a friend, a friend who's been there --- well, sort of there --- and can understand how I'm trying to wrap my mind around this . . . this side of things . . . and do right by my son. I am sorry, but I also need some support. I figured better Seamus than Michael, since Seamus doesn't live here, and Michael being his godfather." "Michael may have been better, because of that," Sylvie said quietly, putting an arm around Kelley, alarmed to see his eyes wet with tears. Kelley hardly ever cried. "After all, Seamus is a gregarious fellow, Hal." "Seamus is a good man who loves you, Kelley. He would never think anything bad about you. He already thinks you're the most amazing kid in creation, after his own boys, of course. Well, and after Ethan." "But I didn't want Uncle Seamus to know, dad. I don't want him to think every time he looks at me, there goes my . . . . whatever I am to him . . . . who went and got himself screwed by a bunch of boys." Sylvie couldn't help it, but something about the ridiculousness of actually hearing her son say that caused her to start laughing. She tried to turn her head and stifle it, but she found when she did her body only wanted to laugh harder. Some brain cell in Kelley's adolescent mind told him he should be angry about this, that he should yell at them that they just didn't care about him, that he should run out of the office, maybe throw something, and slam some doors. But Kelley never had much interest in that brain cell. THAT really was too much drama. Instead, he saw that his mom finding this funny was so abnormal that . . . . that it was actually funny. And he too began to laugh. Laughter is infectious and it wasn't long before all three were in the office laughing at each other and the whole bizarre, implausible situation. After a long arduous emotionally charged day, which, fortunately, was coming to a close, despite a whole new chapter being opened up for Kelley tomorrow, they all three needed the laugh. "What's so funny?" Ethan asked from the doorway, but walked away puzzled when they instead broke out in laughter again. He shook his head and left. The laughter died down and the three became slightly more serious again, each having to wipe their eyes having laughed so hard. "I am sorry, Kelley. I really am." "I guess I understand, Dad. And I guess if I really didn't want anyone to know about it, then I shouldn't have done it to start with." It was true, and everyone knew, so Hal and Sylvie didn't bother to point it out. "If it makes you feel any better, Kelley. I didn't talk to him over the phone. I went by the house on my way into the capital for some business, and I talked with him in his office. It's soundproofed and nowhere near Indian Spring." Kelley smiled. His dad was grasping, but at least he was trying. Uncle Seamus' home office was famously impervious to eavesdropping; but it wasn't soundproofed, at least not by traditional means. Seamus Lanham had set up the magical wards himself under the floor in a perfect circle outlined in the carpet. Additionally there were wards and runes in the corners for a completely separate layer of protection. Nobody, by any technical or other means had ever been able to eavesdrop a conversation held there, even if they were standing out in the hall. Not even Kelley (but that was only because he knew it was impolite to eavesdrop. He could still hear every word.) But that wasn't really the point. All the same, Kelley let it go. What was done, was done. Ethan meanwhile walked into the kitchen to find Ashton sniffing empty pots and pans, putting some on the counter and some back in the cabinets. What did it say about a family when the hypersexual, almost-11 years old, gay son found himself to be the 'normal' child? "Doorbell," Ashton said without even looking up from a frying pan that he had actually licked. "Eww." Ethan said, but nevertheless went to the door to answer it, with the doorbell starting to ring just as he was walking up. He no longer questioned or doubted Ashton's pronouncements about visitors at the door. Ethan swung the door open wide to their unexpected visitors. "Ethan! Never ceases to amaze me how you are always at the door before my finger is off the buzzer." "Uncle Seamus!" Ethan yelled and ran into the big man and hugged him tight. "How's one of my most favorite boys in the world?" "Great! Except . . . . I didn't know you was coming! I already told this other friend of mine I could stay over at his house." "You don't worry about that, Ethan, one bit. You go and have fun with your friend. I'll only be here a quarter hour or less and then I'm gone." "Geoff!!" Ethan exclaimed with joy when he saw the tall, handsome youth with the short pitch-black hair step out from behind his father. He had the looks of a boy who was studious but yet could still take on the world, a boy who if he but turned around would become a man in that short a span. A demi-god on the sly. He looked 14, but there was an older world behind his eyes. And he was the best looking by far of all the Lanhams. He wasn't as handsome and as fine to look upon as Tucker or Connor Cormack were, but he was hot, and he did have that delicate, good, bad-boy persona that came so natural to very few in the world - even better than Finn's gypsy allure. It helped that you could almost sense the Stygian depths if you stared into that hair for long. Geoff Lanham was proud of his Black Irish heritage. He didn't fake an accent or wear green everywhere or celebrate St. Pat's maniacally, but he knew the mythologies, knew his lineage and was fluent in two different forms of Gaelic. Like Kelley, it was hard to remember sometimes that he was still a boy. And like Kelley, he saw himself as Ethan's protector when the boy was around. "Hey Eth-ooph!" Ethan ran into the boy hard and gave him a huge hug. Geoff reciprocated it gladly. He and his little brother Jake, the next Lanham boy down the line, didn't get along as well as Kelley and Ethan. "I didn't know you were coming up here! I thought I wouldn't get to see you til Sunday!" "You'll still see me Sunday, and also Monday at the water war." "Yes!! The water war!! I forgot!" Ethan almost shouted excitedly, "Can we be on the same team??" "Ethan, let him breathe, he just walked in the door." Kelley said, tugging his brother back gently, "and move so they can actually come into the house." "We aren't staying long," Seamus repeated. "I just need to talk with your parents, boys. Hello Hal, Sylvie." "Hello Seamus, always good to see you," Sylvie said, giving the man a hug, "but you are going to have to settle with Hal. I have got to get dinner started. It'll be about an hour, Hal. Seamus, you are all welcome to stay. I have plenty." "No, Sylvie, thank you, but we're short on time. We have to drop the boys off at Michael's and head straight to the airport. Kat's waiting right now in the car for us." "Ashton!!" The call came from the doorway as a black-haired nine-year-old came running into the house, around the main body of adults and straight to the kitchen. "Patrick!" Came another call from the vacated doorway. Katherine O'Shaunessy Lanham came in the door looking flustered. Her husband greeted her with his arms up in a 'what-gives' fashion. "Well, Seamus, there was only so long I could keep him in that car. He was bouncing off the windows to get in here and see Ashton." At that point the two excited nine year olds, one raven-haired, one spun nearly gold, but dirtying in color, ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs to Ashton's room, and Sylvie came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on an apron and went to hug Katherine, both of them excitedly saying how good it was to see each other and how each wished they could stay longer. They only lived an hour away, close to the capital, but Sylvie and Hal had always hoped the family would move back to Indian Spring. "Well, Ashton sure will be missing Patrick this weekend." "Now, where's he going?" "He's going tomorrow morning to Chicago with the Gastons --- with little Phillip Gaston who lives down by Elizabeth and Michael's." "Well, if it's that close to Elizabeth's he should just come down there with us and spend the night with Patrick. He can go over to the Gaston's in the morning; he'll have so much more fun that way." "Now, Kat," Hal started, "Elizabeth will have her hands full this weekend, and we don't want to intrude . . ." "Oh, good grief, Hal. This isn't a juror's box. You cannot overcrowd an O'Shaunessy house. Never been done." With that Kat stepped up to the stairwell and called up, "Ashton, bring your things and pack something for tonight, you're coming with us to the Cormacks!" She barely got the words out when both boys were headed down the stairs with Ashton's things and went straight out to the car. Kat watched them with some surprise. "I guess I should have told you," Sylvie said with a smile, "that he was already packed for the night." "He's like Elizabeth's Patrick, that one." "No, I think he's just hopeful and observant." Kelley leaned in and whispered to Geoff, who was still regarding Tucker somewhat uncomfortably. "Elizabeth's Patrick?" "Aunt Elizabeth." Geoff whispered back. It was easy for all the boys to forget that the Tuckers weren't blood cousins. "I know that; I mean what about Patrick?" "He's clairvoyant, like mom and Elizabeth, but better. Fortunately mom can't see anything attached to me." "But mom can still hear you, Geoffrey Connacht Lanham." His mom said, and the boy gave an abashed smile. She turned back to the other adults, "Well, I better be off. Seamus, I'll swing back by and pick you up after I drop the boys off. Geoffrey, either come with me, or you're on your own with getting down to your cousins." "I can find it all right, mom." The boy answered her as she left without him. He looked fairly embarrassed saying it to her, but in watching his embarrassment, Kelley realized that Geoff's reddened face came from his decision to stay, not from the actual question and response. Curious. "That's your middle name?" Ethan asked, "Con- . . . . Con- . . . ." "Connacht" "I can't even pronounce it, but it sounds super cool." "Thanks, Ethan," the older boy smiled. He loved Ethan's freshness. "It's the name of the ancient home of Geoff's forebears, Ethan," Seamus told his godson, "the Fir Bolg." "In Ireland," Kelley told his little brother when he looked a little confused. "Oh, cool. Well, I'm named after an Irish King, in my middle name, at least." "Actually, Ethan" Geoff leaned down, still smiling, "You're named after someone else who was named after a Fir Bolg king." "Uh, who was I named after then?" "Is he serious?" Seamus asked. "Well, I sure thought he knew." Hal answered, shaking his head. "Ethan, we've told you that before." "No, dad. You told me it was an Irish king I was named after." "Oh, well, then Ethan Conall Tucker," his dad said with a flourish, "allow me to introduce to you, Seamus Patrick Conall Lanham." Seamus gave a mock bow to which Ethan exclaimed, "Cooool!! I'm named after Uncle Seamus? How awesome is that??" Everyone laughed and Ethan made another observation, "Hey Uncle Seamus, is Patrick also named after your other middle name?" "Yes, Ethan, both Patricks are, actually, mine and Michael's." "Kelley, who are you named after, I mean your middle name." "A great warrior," Geoff answered for him, but then immediately blushed when he caught his dad's curious smile. "Well, is anybody named after you, Dad?" Ethan asked. "James is," Kelley answered, though wondering what the embarrassment in Geoff was about. "James who?" "James Cormack, doofus." "I'm not a doofus, and Dad's middle name isn't James." Kelley rolled his eyes, "James Halford Cormack. There's another name in there but I don't know it. And aren't you supposed to be on your way to Jeremy's house?" "OK, OK, I'm going," Ethan said and headed for the door. "Uh, Ethan, aren't you forgetting to take something?" Their dad asked, "Change of clothes, toothbrush?" "Jeremy lets me use his toothbrush. I mean I've already had his tongue in my mouth, so it doesn't really matter, and for clothes I---" "He's got clean clothes on, dad," Kelley jumped in and steered his little brother to the door, "He had a shower, and he's got his pajamas on, uh, underneath his clothes." It was true, in a sense, as the boy was at most only going to wear his briefs to bed with Jeremy, and probably nothing at all. Jeremy, as usual would wear at least one more article of clothing than Ethan. Kelley pushed his brother out the front door and shut it behind him. "Listen Ethan," Kelley said, being very serious, "I got to talk to you about something. Now, as far as tonight goes, you're wearing White BVD's tomorrow to the White Party, and I don't want anything to change that." "I know, I know. Don't let Jeremy up my backdoor tonight. Don't worry, I won't. I'm not a moron." "No, I know you aren't, but sometimes you get . . . . excited. And I don't want you to let things get carried away." "It won't. Jeremy wouldn't do that to me tonight even if I asked him." "Yeah, right." "He won't, Kelley. He's all excited that I'm going in White." "You told him? You told him everything about it?" "You said I couldn't talk about who else was there and what color they were wearing. You didn't say that I couldn't say what it was basically about. Or what color I was wearing. Besides, Jeremy thinks it's cool. He wants me to go as White and stick my thing in a bunch of boys before he does it to me." "So you want him to be your first?" Kelley asked. He didn't like this, but he was trying to loosen up on being dictatorial to his little brother. "I don't know if I want it or not, but I'm not going to let Jeremy be first." "Oh? Why?" "Cause both you and Tolley, and even Jamie Benson, said I shouldn't. So I won't. Jamie thinks I should ask Daniel Mackey. Tolley agrees." Ethan said it uncertainly. Kelley could tell Ethan wanted his advice and/or his approval. Kelley couldn't believe he was standing out on his front porch discussing his little brother's end to anal virginity. Things like this shouldn't occur in nature, Kelley decided, but after a few moments silence he put his arm around Ethan and said: "I think Daniel would be a great choice. But Ethan, you may hate this kind of sex. At the least it's probably gonna hurt the first few times, and I don't know how big Daniel is. An, as far as Daniel goes, I don't even know if you could convince him to do it." "I bet I could get him to want to do it," Ethan said with a big ole cheeky grin. "Uggh, that's more than I want to talk about this. One more thing about this weekend, something you need to know in advance, uhhh . . . . . you know what, I'll just tell you about it tomorrow." "OK, bye Kelley!" And with that, he ran to his bike and left for the Cantrell house. "Bless that boy," Sylvie Tucker said as she turned on a pan full of water already on the stove. "Who?" Kelley asked, as he wandered into the kitchen and bit into an apple from the basket on the side counter. "Your little brother." "Ashton?" "The very one." "He set out all the pots and pans and measuring cups and all that again?" "Yes, exactly the ones I would need. And I didn't even tell him what I was making." Kelley raised his eyebrows, that way that people do to show they are surprised, but they aren't really. "How mom, where did Dad, Geoff, and Uncle Seamus go?" "They're all in your dad's office." "Oi! Been in there enough today," he sighed out loud, took another bite out of his apple and headed back there, just the same. The last time that afternoon had been when Casey came over about 4 pm. It didn't go well. He was nervous as all get out to find out that Mr. Tucker knew about what he had done with Kelley; maybe not the details, but the basic knowledge was heart-pounding none-the-less. And then he found out that Kelley was going through with following these stupid rules, and that made him angry and disappointed. He then got mad and upset and felt like he was 'insignificant Casey' again, when he found out that the reason Kelley had come over Monday was only because it had been five days, and the rules said if he hadn't been penetrated in five days he had to seek out his Top and offer himself. This again brought a tirade about how stupid the rules were and how he always thought Kelley was more than that, better than that. He was bitterly disappointed in everything that had happened, and he wished it never had. He didn't want to be Kelley's Top, or own his ass, or even see him again. He twice said that he relinquished his rights to Kelley (not exactly the words he used, but the import was the same) and that he would tell that stupid Mackey committee the same thing. Then he got up and left and flung these words at Kelley on his way out of the office: "Next time you wanna get fucked , take your stupid Mackey rules and shove'em up your ass yourself!!" And he left their house, slamming the front door. Kelley was left stunned with his dad, neither saying anything for awhile. "That went well," Hal said dryly. "Funny, but, uh, Lorilee said one of the reasons they were sending Casey to St. Oliver's in Bingham was to help him be more assertive with people." "That was like . . . . demon-possessed Casey, dad. Still, I guess it's good to see him like that. Sorta. In a way." "You know, he made some strong and valid points, Kelley." "Yes, sir, I know." "Just something to think about." "Yes, sir. . . . . So . . . . . what now?" "Now? Nothing. You're off the hook. He relinquished all rights to you, under no duress to do so. So, as far as obligations go, you're a free man." "Sweet. All I have to do is get through this one White Party. And I don't owe anything else to Tripp?" "No, not specifically to Tripp. Carter of course released you, and I heard from Ginger just before Casey got here. She heard enough from Cole and his brother to know you were telling the truth." And from what she overheard Carter saying, Kelley thought. "What do you mean not specifically to Tripp? Oh, never mind, right, I still gotta go and do their yard on Tuesdays." "That, too. You learned a lot of lessons today, Kelley. I hope you remember them." "Me, too. I really don't wanna repeat this day --- ever. I'm gonna go outside and shoot some hoops." "Oh, uh, Kelley, I left you some, uhhh . . . . Blue underwear, on your bed." "Ah, right." That day still wasn't going away. "Guess I better try them on, then." "That would be good. Oh, one other thing, Kelley. Come here son and take off your shirt." Kelley did as he was told and watched as his dad drew a big fat 'O' on his upper Left chest, between his shoulder and his left tit. He drew in a blue indelible marker. "The blue underwear means you have to bend over for any boy that wants it, or however and whatever position he wants you in, and then he writes his name in black ink on your back. A blue circle on the chest means you cannot say no if he asks you to kneel, either." "Kneel? And do wha-??. No! Dad, no! You can't be serious." "I am, son. You no longer owe Tripp those oral sessions, but you will serve your punishment. And I want you to use this as a reminder not to stray down that path. Do you understand?" He couldn't argue it. Kelley's shoulders droop and he muttered a 'yes, sir'. "Any boy that asks for your mouth at the party has a right to it, within limits. You have the right to demand he is clean. But otherwise, if you see a hard penis pushed toward your face, or vice versa, you take it in your mouth without argument and do a really good job, remembering to swallow everything, unless the boy specifically asks you to let him shoot it on you. Understand?" "Yes, sir." Again more of a shocked grumble. This party was getting worse and worse. "Now go try on your new underpants, and let me know if they don't fit." That had only been an hour or so ago. The briefs had fit. They were of a flimsier-seeming material than regular Y-fronts, had no fly, and were a lot more brief than briefs. Regular briefs at least seemed to flatten out the front of a boy, some. These flimsy ones seemed to accentuate the boy's 'pouch'. And his ass. Nevertheless, he had a pair on now and just tried not to think about what it meant. Kelley took another bite out of his apple as he walked back to the office. Sunday couldn't come fast enough. When he got there, his dad was in his desk chair, and on the other side was Uncle Seamus in the middle of the sofa, looking relaxed with a curious smile on his face, and on the far side was Geoff, trying to look a mature 14, but for all the world looking uncertain and embarrassed. Actually, he looked thoroughly embarrassed. "Come in, Kelley, have a seat. There's something you maybe should hear." "Ah, man, I'm not in trouble again, am I?" But Uncle Seamus' hearty laugh and Geoff's escalated reddening told Kelley that he probably was not. "No, no son. Sit down." "Kelley," Seamus Lanham began, "You know what your dad and I discussed in my office yesterday?" "Yes, sir," he was suddenly no longer hungry for his apple. Were they really going to talk about this in front of Geoff? Kelley didn't really want to; he leaned forward slightly to see Geoff, but the boy looked away. "Well, it seems Geoff was outside and overheard everything." Shit. Kelley looked at his apple like he would throw up if he took another bite. Thankfully his dad stood up and held a trash can out for him, and Kelley threw it away. "So, like, I thought your office was supposed to be superprotected against anybody listening in." "It is. But, interestingly, it appears when the subject matter is you, the wards don't work. Geoff tells me he stood outside a little bit longer after we stopped talking about you but didn't hear anything else, even though Hal and I immediately began discussing a case of his after we finished our discussion on you." Kelley looked at his dad, who looked back at him and just barely raised his eyebrows. They were both thinking the same thing. Not only was Kelley's person impervious to magic, but apparently anything about him - discussions, plans, etc - was as well. "I didn't mean to listen in; at least, I didn't go down there to do that." Geoff managed to strangle out. "No, but you also didn't mean to go away discreetly once you found out that you could." "No, sir." Geoff said guiltily. Kelley had a feeling that this was something that was going to be redressed once Geoff's parents got back. But Kelley didn't really want any part of that. "Well, I wish he didn't know. But I believe him when he said he didn't mean to. As long as he doesn't tell anybody, I don't want Geoff in trouble." Geoff actually felt bad when Kelley said this. Kelley realized he could sense Geoff's emotions like neon signs pointing him out. That meant one of two things: either he was in severe distress, or he was deliberately hiding something from Kelley. "Why else are you guys here?" Kelley said slowly, looking cautiously over at Geoff, who would not meet his eyes. "Well, Geoff?" Seamus asked But Geoff couldn't respond. "Let's not torture the poor boy, Seamus. I already told you it won't be possible." "He won't get far in life, Hal, running away from the things he sees in himself. I'll not have him be soft, though I am proud of him for telling me on his own this morning. But, maybe that's for another time --- or not at all." "I'm not so sure I could agree with it, either, Seamus, even if it were not impossible." "Nor I, Hal. Totally unprepared for this, I am. But I don't know whether or not it would be better for them to work this out on their own." "Can somebody fill me in?" Kelley finally asked. "Can we just go, dad? Please? I don't want to anymore." Geoff said. He looked almost sick to his stomach. "He's lying!" Kelley burst out, more of a surprise than an accusation. He didn't know why he threw this out, but it couldn't be less plain, at least to him. And Geoff was so surprised he looked directly at Kelley, and Kelley saw the difference in his lie. "I'm not lying." "Yeah, you are. You just don't want to know it." "I am not." But at this point Geoff began fiddling with his necklace. He was starting to seem like the younger child and Kelley the older one. But it wasn't just idle nervousness that caused him to play with the charm on the necklace. Geoff's aptitude in magic was charms, amulets, bewitching objects. And he was very apt. He had long ago created a charm consisting of an all seeing eye on the wrist of a mano fico, with white heather underneath. The charm was powerful enough to deflect any insult, barrage, or mal-intent hurled at him. It wasn't nearly as powerful a shield as the amulet his and Duncan's grandmother made for Duncan, but it was very effective. His parents, however, had made sure early on that they were excluded from the amulets effects. It also would work remarkably well as long as he never tried to use it as part of an offensive maneuver and as long as he didn't taunt those he wanted to deflect. "You still want to do the thing you came here for. You just don't want to be embarrassed." "That's not true. That's not it." Geoff was now rubbing the amulet fiercely between his fingers, trying to at least show he could regain his composure." "That is it. That's it completely." Kelley continued, "What is it you want?" "I don't want anything." And Geoff kissed his amulet. "Yes you do. You--" "Stop it!!" Geoff barked out sharply. He had called on all the power he had placed in the charm to deflect both Kelley's interest in this matter and his barrage of questions and accusations. And it worked. Kelley sat back stunned and left off his attack to demand to know. Geoff didn't know why it took so long to get the deflection, but once it was set, it always worked perfectly. "OK, let's just go, dad. I'll see you at the water war, Tucker." "What? No. Tell me what you're hiding. You want to say it; but you're scared to. I don't know why, but you are. And quit playing with that necklace; it doesn't work on me." Kelley felt Seamus' hand on his leg, but he didn't think anything of it. "What?" Geoff looked at the boy with something like shock. One of the base enchantments woven into the necklace and made stronger by the constellation of symbols, was that the first deflection it made was to throw off any suspicion that it was anything other than a necklace. It worked on Hal; Hal had no idea what Kelley was talking about. Geoff tried to play it off. "This? It's a regular old necklace, that's all." "It's not just a necklace; it's a charm, and I can see what it's supposed to---OW!" The hand on Kelley's leg had tightened and then squeezed hard. Then Kelley got it. Uncle Seamus was telling him to shut up. Never reveal the source of your power; that's part of power itself. His dad had told him that when he was first telling Kelley about his 'gift'. But Geoff had seen the tip off his dad gave Kelley. He didn't need magic to see that. He was alarmed and surprised. He took one last look at his charm and then dropped it onto his chest and then retreated into thoughts. "No," Kelley sighed, "I can't read minds." Geoff again looked sharply over at Kelley. Why would the boy say that? Because that's exactly what he had been wondering at that very second. This time it was his own dad who sighed and assured Geoff that in fact, no one can read minds. "If someone out there can read minds, son," Seamus said "then that person is either a scam artist, or a schizophrenic who needs to go back on his medications." "Just tell me what you wish you weren't so afraid to say!" Kelley told the other boy. Geoff thought about that and as he did so his emotions surfaced. "I don't think that about you," Kelley said sincerely. "I would never think that about you. I actually think the opposite about you." "How . . . . ." Geoff looked at the boy amazed. "Are you just fucking with me?" "No! I wouldn't do that. As long as you try to keep something hidden from me and say it's something different, then I can read everything about you, especially if you're upset!" Geoff suddenly looked like the old Geoff, except his eyes widened and his voice went from regular Midwest American accent to Irish Brogue, as he through an accusatory finger at Kelley and came out with a Gaelic cry: "Fear Dearg!" Geoff knew he was right when he saw Kelley's reaction. Even through the accent, Kelley instantly knew the boy accused him of being Far Darrig, which was the source of Kelley's immunity to magic, as well as many other talents, such as the inability to be lied to, tricked, or bamboozled. He could see deceptions, catch hidden agendas, and spring traps, and even, though he had not yet realized this, though he would get an inkling shortly, extract binding promises from people, initially of their own free will. "Impossible," Geoff said quietly, "but now it all makes sense. Dad always warned us never to mess with you when we were first learning how to do stuff. Well, you and James. He said everything we tried would fail, and we would only piss him and you off. Now I see why it would fail." Kelley looked uncomfortable that yet another person would know about him. "Now, remember, son," Uncle Seamus told Geoff, "that you only have this information because his love and concern for you was his weakness." Once again Geoff looked down and felt bad about himself. "Sorry. I promise, I would never betray your secret, Tuck." But when he looked at Kelley, the boy looked partly away and seemed disappointed. "I'm being honest . . . . I mean . . . you can see that . . . . . . . can't you?" There was much ambiguity in his words. He wanted to mean them, but he didn't trust himself to mean them. Then Kelley had an idea. More of an epiphany, really. "I know you would LIKE to mean it and have it for an honest answer; but you aren't sure that you can keep that promise. I think I know a way." Kelley wasn't sure how he knew how to do it, but he had Geoff look him in the eye and repeat it but this time using the word 'will' and not 'would' and also telling the boy to not only 'want' to mean what he says but also believe and agree that he can be held to the promise. Geoff did this and immediately felt something inside himself click, so to speak. It was a change, but difficult to describe. "Interesting." Seamus said, but Hal still watched, a bit confused. Somehow, Geoff knew deep inside him that it wasn't that he 'wouldn't', but that he couldn't, betray Kelley's secret. Ever. "Weird," Geoff said, though even Kelley didn't realize what he had immediately done. He thought that maybe if he read the aura of this truth he could see even the slightest waver; if no waver, then it was a strong promise and quite meaningful. But somehow it looked as though Geoff had said an immutable fact rather than the moment's truth. It was a bit confusing to Kelley, as well. "So, uh," Kelley broke off, still wondering about this. "Will you tell me now, what it was you wanted?" "He wants to go to the White Party," Seamus finally said, "But as your dad said, that isn't possible. I'm sorry, Geoff. I know you were quite anxious to get to go." "No, I wasn't," Geoff could barely croak out, trying to show some true adolescent colors in his facial repugnance at the idea. Except he was lying. Kelley didn't point it out this time, and Geoff blushed further realizing that Kelley knew he was lying. And somehow it made it even more embarrassing that Kelley didn't say anything. "He was practically begging me this morning." Seamus said. "Dad! . . . . ." Geoff wanted to protest this as well, but he suddenly couldn't get anymore words out. "Well, like I said," Hal repeated, "It won't be possible. Kelley and Ethan are the only exceptions to this Scout-only White Party." "Besides," Kelley offered, "There will be others, right dad? Maybe? That he could go to without me there? I don't really want you going to this one, Geoff. I think I'd be more embarrassed than ever in my life if I knew you saw me being f-f-uhhh . . . . . uh . . . . . being a Blue." For some reason, though it wouldn't seem possible, this made Geoff turn even redder. Seamus almost laughed at Kelley's stutter, but he managed to keep it to a wry smile. Nevertheless, his own son would never conquer his demons if he couldn't let out his troubles. So Seamus pricked the balloon for him. "Actually, Kelley, it's BECAUSE you were going to be a Blue at this one that he wanted to go so badly. It would give him a reason and opportunity to do something he's apparently wanted to do for a very long time, without having to discuss it or ask for it." Kelley was floored. Geoff couldn't speak or look at his 'cousin', and there was a knock at the door. Sylvie stuck her head in and told Seamus that Katherine was outside in the car. "She said you have thirty seconds before she leaves you and goes to the Island herself and runs away with a cabana boy." "Oh, she'll probably do that anyway," Seamus joked, "But this is where I leave you boys. Good luck working it all out." "Wait, you can't leave, now." Geoff implored. "I must, you heard your mom." "At least take me to Uncle Mike's." "No. You're on your own. We're already running late. Goodbye Hal, Sylvie, boys." With that, Seamus Lanham left, leaving a somewhat shell-shocked son behind. "Geoff, I can run you down there after dinner," Sylvie told him before leaving out. "That's right, you might as well stay for dinner," Hal said as he got up to leave. "Wait! Where are you going?" Kelley asked. "To help your mother. You boys talk. Just . . . . . talk . . . . for now." Kelley gave his dad a look like the man was crazy if he thought Kelley was going to do anything more than that. And then he was gone, leaving the two boys alone together. "Tuck . . . . I'm sorry . . . . I . . . . ." Kelley shrugged. "I still don't feel about you the way you were worried. I don't think I could ever hate you, and definitely never look down on you, Geoff. You're a good guy. Still, I guess we should, uh, talk about this." "Yeah. Guess so." "Let's go out on the porch and talk. I don't think I can take anymore of this office today." "So, how long have you wanted to, uh, you know . . . bum me?" It was Kelley's turn to blush. He couldn't believe he was actually going to TALK about this, like they were simply talking about how Geoff always wanted to play basketball with him, or something. But for his part, now that it was out there, Geoff was slowly losing his embarrassment and slowly regaining that steely deep-forest like composure that made him so desired among the girls (and a few boys, but not the sort he was interested in). He took a deep breath and began. He had wanted to fuck Kelley for almost two years, ever since he started jacking off in earnest, really. The idea came to him after seeing a friend's brother's porn collection, in which a man was doing a woman anally. Even though he thought it was a bit gross, more so because the woman had a perfectly good vagina, which, by far, interested Geoff much, much more. And pussy maintained his interest perfectly, until that is on a visit to the Cormacks he started, quite innocently at first, noticing Kelley's perfect ass that was highlighted by a wet bathing suit that clung perfectly to the enchanting forms. It was toward the end of a water war, the weekend he turned 13. It stirred something in Geoff that he couldn't place, mainly because he had never felt it for a boy before. And he recalled the scene of the woman taking it anally, and somewhere inside --- though he did not even subconsciously yet put it together --- still, he knew that that scene would have been immeasurably improved with an ass like the one Kelley must have under those wet shorts. It was on another trip when he first took notice that the whole of Kelley was actually quite pleasing to his eye, his form, his muscles, the way he moved. . . . . . Geoff began to take a notice in other boys to see if he saw the same, but really all he developed was a better eye in judging another boy - stamina, strength, competition. But no sexual interest. Then, on the next trip, during an unexpected late September heat wave, when Kelley was about Ethan's age, though not as developed in front, but still already at the point when he could hold his own physical strength against anybody two or three years his senior, Geoff went with Duncan down to the creek and saw it all. At first, He watched Duncan, himself already developing a nearly perfect ass, as he pulled his underwear down and revealed those treasured globes. It gave Geoff a sudden woody, unexpected, and not altogether unpleasant, except that he had been about to get naked like the other boys. He had so far as hooked his thumbs in his shorts and underwear when he had to pause. It was at that point that 12 year old Connor, five months his junior, but already taller, and much more a chick magnet, strolled up and said, "Nice ass isn't it?" Geoff frowned and the sudden intrusion by Connor into this sort of awakening caused his hard on to start to go down, but the longer he stood there dressed, the longer he would look like less of boy's boy than Connor. Nothing ever seemed to bother Connor. "Whatever, Connor." Geoff said as he pushed his clothes down and off. "If you want to try a boy," Connor said, "there's plenty of boys out here that would probably let you. Myself, I'm holding out for pussy." Connor didn't even look down at Geoff's slowly deflating rod. He didn't care. "But you won't get anywhere with Duncan, besides his being too young. No boy has ever fucked a Cormack." It was true. There had been one Lanham boy that had experimented with receiving anal on the sly, back in the mid century, and Hal's younger brother had as well - in addition to being caught in the act and fucked by two other boys. But never had a Cormack ever received anal sex. But Geoff hadn't even been thinking about that, hadn't even yet made that connection that that was how things really worked --- insert dick here, sort of thing. Connor made that connect for him, except that it wasn't Duncan that Geoff thought about when he finally realized the mechanics of how it would work. It was seeing Kelley's naked backside for the first time in three or four years, and he had never noticed or thought about anything back then. Now, though . . . . . Suddenly, and thank goodness he was in the water, he saw it and realized, almost quite desperately, how he wanted to fuck it. It didn't distract from his developing adolescent interest in or the early pursuit of pussy and tits; he still wanted all of that, but it was as though he had a new and alternate dimension added to his sexual nature. "At first, it was just you, Tuck," Geoff told him while they were still sitting out on the porch, "and it wasn't all the time, only every now and then; but then over the last year, I . . . started noticing one or two of Jack's friends, and one or two guys at school, especially this kid in eighth grade last year. Well, he was in eighth. I was in Ninth. Anyway, I felt like I was gonna go crazy to at least try it." "Why didn't you?" Geoff laughed. "Would you go after a Sweetwater guy, if you lived there?" "Yeah, no, guess not. Be a pretty stupid idea." "So when I found out you were going to a White Party, as a Blue, no less, . . . . . ." "I guess you couldn't help but ask your dad." "Yeah," Geoff laughed nervously. "Kinda driven by my dick." Both boys laughed, but it still felt weird. "So what now?" Kelley asked. "Well, my dad was right. It feels a lot better just getting it out. Still embarrassing as hell . . . ." "You know I'll never say anything to anybody." "I know. I know you, Tucker. It's just . . . . well, knowing that you know. Knowing who you are and knowing that you know." Kelley couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Wait, you're worried about what I might think about you, when you already know a boy has done that to me and a bunch more are gonna do it this weekend?" Geoff laughed too. On the face of it, it did sound absurd. But the deeper truth was that Kelley really didn't know what he meant to other people, even the older, more secure, 'cooler' teens. "So . . . ." Geoff began slowly and letting a long breath out, "you think there's any way I could maybe try that with you?" Kelley was quiet. He wasn't sure how to handle this, or answer it, or . . . anything. "Geoff . . . I . . . ." "Please, Kelley. You're gonna let all those boys you don't know do that to you. Let me before they do." "That's the thing. They don't know me." But Kelley could see the desperation behind the plea. He could live with that, though. The thing that was harder was that Kelley could see just how incredibly difficult this had been for Geoff, how much guts and courage it was taking. And Geoff was a good guy. They could sustain their relationship after this, right? "I know. And I do know you, and every time you would see me you would know what I did. I know that's a huge amount to ask anybody. And I wouldn't ask you if I didn't think you could handle it. The big thing is whether or not you think I can handle it. You're a lot stronger than me, Kelley." He called him by his real name. It was touching; and since Kelley couldn't be played, he knew the boy was being honest. "What time is it?" Geoff looked at his watch. "It's 5:20." "40 minutes before we eat." Kelley stood up and tried to smile. This was awkward, but honestly, if he was going to get his butt pummeled this month, couldn't he do one favor for Geoff, before he shut it all down? "Think you can do what you want to do in 40 minutes?" Geoff stood slowly, a bit in shock, although his dick rise wasn't going anywhere near that slow. He was fully hard before he even fully straightened up, which of course made him want to bend over slightly to cover it. "Wait are you serious? Just . . . I don't know . . . . are you sure about this, Tucker? Maybe we should . . . . aahaahhoohh!!!" He was cut off in mid-protest when Kelley walked up and grabbed a hold of his crotch, squeezing it. "Sorry," Kelley said. He wasn't trying to be sexy, "But I gotta make sure you aren't too big." With that he unsnapped and unzipped the boy right there and ran his hand along the length of that hard almost-6 inches of boymeat straining the loose fabric of the boxers. "Wha-oohooohh shit!" Geoff couldn't believe this was really happening. But he made no move to stop the boy. Kelley actually laughed. "Don't get excited too quick yet. . . . . Hmm, I haven't had anybody big as you." Except maybe, he thought, that policeman's son who basically raped him on the side of the road, all because Nathan couldn't handle his parents finding out he was fooling around with boys, the same parents that in the end were actually happy to find out that he was fooling around with boys. So a needless fuck for Kelley on that one. Still, he had been all primed up and horny before that one had happened. It made it easier to take. Kelley stepped back with a bit of a frown, and Geoff was worried that this meant the boy had changed his mind. 'Of course he has, stupid!' Geoff chided himself. 'You're 2 and half years older. He's only been with another 12 year old. Why would he want your dick in that . . . that . . . . probably . . . . . unbelievably . . . . . . still . . . . . . tight . . . . . .' "Geoff?" "Huh? Oh, sorry," Geoff quickly wiped away the drool that had started to form at his mouth. "Just, uh, thinkin' of something. Um, Tucker? I promise I'll go real slow. Promise, and if it starts to hurt . . . too much . . . I'll stop. Honest. Please say we can still try!" Kelley gave an awkward smile. He certainly didn't want to start this and have it count for nothing. "I don't want you to have to stop. But I have an idea. I don't really like it, and you may not like it, but I think we have to. At least, I know I have to. Come on, you can use my dad's bike. After a run to the bathroom to fetch something and after letting his mom know they were running over to the Cantrell's (and finding out supper was delayed until 6:30), the boys were soon in Jeremy Cantrell's room along with Jeremy and Ethan. "So why is it you came over, Kelley," Ethan asked after the initial excitement of seeing the two older boys died down, "if you guys don't want to play any other games?" Kelley took a deep breath, looking at Jeremy Cantrell as he did so. The boy was only two months shy of 12. Kelley seemed surprised to realize all of a sudden that he was only about five months older than Jeremy. He knew Jeremy was a masculine kid, frequently in trouble, and had begun soliciting Ethan's interest by allowing the younger kid to play with him and at the same time pretend he didn't notice. Kelley had already had a couple of 'talks' with Jeremy, designed to cut out the boy's leanings to discreet sex play in public and to prevent any abuse of Ethan. The big one, that Ethan didn't know about, was making Jeremy understand that he couldn't put anything in Ethan's butt until Kelley said OK, and before his dick went anywhere near Ethan's hole, his mouth better learn how to make Ethan's dick happy. It was an embarrassing conversation for the almost-12 year old all-boy Tween to hear, much less agree to. But with a grimace and a blush, Jeremy did agree. Jeremy didn't want anyone - ANYONE - to know that he would put his mouth on another boy, but he also secretly did not want to lose what he had with Ethan, and he was too afraid of Kelley to go against him. So he quietly agreed and accepted that he would be giving his first blowjob in the next week. The funny thing was, the more he played around with Ethan, the less reluctant he was about going further sexually and becoming more intimate and recognizing his special relationship with Ethan. "There's something we need to talk about, Ethan, something you need to know the White Party?" "What?" Kelley paused again and looked at Jeremy. "Jeremy, I understand you know all about the White Party?" Jeremy just nodded. 'Well there's one more piece of information you don't know; but I'm going to let you find out when I tell Ethan." "Whoa, Tucker, you mean Ethan doesn't know?" Geoff asked, shocked. "And you really want to tell him in front of this kid." "Hey! You know, I have a name --- uh, nothing, never mind." Jeremy started up with his tired-sarcastic look that he reserved for most people, but then remembered he was addressing a Lanham and quickly moved another foot or two away from Geoff. The Lanham boys made most people in Indian Spring, kids and adults, nervous. It was a misunderstanding for the most part, but the boys kind of enjoyed the mystique. "I'm sure, Geoff. I know what I'm doing." Kelley answered (but thought 'I think.'), but the four boys were interrupted by a knock at the bedroom door. "Jeremy," Mrs. Cantrell said coming in, "That was your dad on the phone. His car won't start, so I have to go and get him. We'll run by the video store and pick up a movie on our way back. Will you boys be OK for an hour on your own?" "Mom! Come on, we'll be fine." "Mmhmm. Kelley, you don't mind staying here for an hour until I get back, do you?" "No, ma'am. I'll be OK doing that." "Thank you. And Geoff, uh, it's um, good to . . . . have you here . . . also." Same old nervous invitation Geoff came to expect. "Thank you, Mrs. Cantrell." And with that, she was gone. "Well, I guess that's a sign that this is the right thing to do." Kelley said, hoping none of the other boys noticed his unsureness. "Jeremy you agree that nothing here leaves this room? You may think differently about me afterward, but I still need you onboard with mine and Ethan's privacy." "I would never say anything about you or Ethan to anybody." Jeremy said sincerely. He liked hanging out with Kelley, and it seemed as though he had become a bit closer to the older and tougher boy by virtue of his relationship to Ethan. He wouldn't do anything to screw up either of those relationships. "What is you want to tell . . . . uh . . . us?" "Actually, maybe I better just show you," Kelley said as he stood up and stripped off his T-shirt. Jeremy caught his breath quietly as he watched the developing muscular upper body come into view, with its active-boy physique, small dark brown nipples and the few lightly colored hairs under his arm, still too short for a strong statement, but a very nice and sexy subtle statement. Kelley was even hotter than Ethan, though part of Jeremy refused to accept it. Playing with a boy younger than him was one thing, but looking at an older boy was a bit too queer. Except that he couldn't pull his eyes off Kelley's body as the boy surprised them by stripping. Jeremy's jaw dropped when he saw Kelley unzip and then slide down his pants. Ethan was slower to catch on. Jeremy couldn't believe it! Although he had to admit, Kelley looked NICE in those slightly briefer and looser briefs that showed off his bulge up front. With his trim muscular body in the peak throes of pubertal essence, he simply looked hot . . . . but . . . . BLUE?? Tucker??? Geoff, meanwhile, just thought Kelley looked even hotter than the last time he had seen him swimming. He couldn't wait until the boy started slipping those blue slips down over those luscious protruding boy melons. Geoff was already hard and leaking. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. "Wow, those undies are cool, Tuck," Ethan exclaimed. He and Ashton both often called their brother Tuck or Tucker, being so accustomed to everyone else saying it. "I want some like that!" "Well, I have a feeling you'll get some like this, if you ever go to one of these parties again." "Well, they look real neat on you, but those aren't what you're supposed to wear to the Party. You're supposed to wear these," Ethan said and pulled the waistband of his white BVD's up out of his pants. "Go ahead pull everything else off, Ethan; show them what you look like in those." "What? No, Kelley . . . . ." Suddenly a bit shy, he reverted back to his older brother's real first name. "Ethan, this is one of the reasons I came by tonight. You're gonna have to do this tomorrow, and in front of more boys than this, and they're all going to be older than you." "Yeah, but . . . ." "No buts, now off with your clothes, except the BVD's." "Come on," Geoff said supportively, "It'll be OK, Ethan. Show your cousin Geoff how sharp you look in your whitey tighties." Ethan smiled, though still embarrassed. Jeremy flashed him a grin and a quick raise of his eyebrows that let Ethan know his friend wholly approved and was getting boned up just at the thought of seeing Ethan do it. "Oh, all right," Ethan muttered, though now that he had agreed to it, he felt kind of excited. He went in the opposite direction as Kelley, starting with his socks, then his pants, and last pulling off his shirt, blushing to the wolf whistle and clapping by Geoff and Jeremy. The smile he got from Jeremy caused a big grin in return. Jeremy's eyes told him exactly what the other boy was looking forward to doing during the night. "So now what?" Ethan asked Kelley, still feeling a bit self-conscious. "Now, little brother, we practice like we're at the White Party." "HUNH ??!??" That shock of disbelief came from Jeremy as his jaw nearly hit the floor. "I want you to feel OK about this before you're in the middle of a bunch of older guys that you don't know." "So just pretend you're in your BVD's?" Ethan asked, still not getting it. "Who are we supposed to pretend is the Blue guy? This is stupid." So unlikely would it be that Kelley was a Blue Briefs boy, that Ethan could not even register it. Even Jeremy, though he got what Kelley was doing, was waiting for the joke to be up in some fashion. "No, Ethan. This is the way I'm supposed to be dressed. I've been fucked, several times, already. I'm going as a Blue, and I want you to be able to feel comfortable with that and with what it means for me to do everything in front of others." Ethan was speechless. Tucker a blue? Geoff was impressed at how incredible a brother Kelley was; while, not for his first time, Jeremy was wishing he could have Kelley as a brother, too --- and not for the sex. Finally after a bit more discussion, Ethan was able to accept things, though as amazing as it still seemed, and was even beginning to realize that, as long as Kelley seemed comfortable with it (and Kelley wasn't doing this solely for his dad and the community, but he was steeling himself for Ethan as well), this could end up being pretty cool. "You mean I can watch you get . . . . . . .? "Screwed? Or fucked?" Kelley just surprised the boy further. "It's OK to use those words, Ethan, if we're talking about what's going to happen to me at the party." Ethan nodded. Kelley had never let him curse before. But he could see it didn't make much sense to step around the words at this point, although he was still nervous saying it. To his brother no less. "I can watch you get fucked?" "Yes. Any time the guy doing it doesn't mind. But more than that, Ethan, I want you to know that I know you'll be just another boy in White, while at the party. You get to do what you want, too." Kelley took a deep breath as he did this. It was one thing to know he would need to prepare his brother, and quite another to spell it out, out loud, and in front of others. "You understand? You get to do anything you want, and you don't have to ask. Just know it's OK." "Serious?" Ethan croaked. "Yep, you get to fuck me, too. I want you to know it's OK, and I want you to feel and believe that it's OK. Because it is. And what's more," Kelley took a deep breath, "This circle on my chest? It means I have to give blow jobs to anybody that wants one. So you get to do that, too." Whoa. This just blew everyone away. "You won't get mad?" Kelley smiled, "No. It's why I came over here tonight, so you can get comfortable with the idea and get comfortable with actually doing things." "And Jeremy and Geoff get to watch?" Another deep breath. Here was the next big leap. "Jeremy can be a White boy, too, tonight, if he wants --- and if he's completely naked in the next four seconds." It took longer than four seconds, but barely, before the astounded but exceedingly happy and horny Jeremy was all the way down to his own briefs, which just so happened to be white. He had his thumbs hooked in the front of them, but paused long enough to be sure. "Seriously, Tucker? I get to fuck you, too?" As an answer, Kelley picked his jeans up off the floor and fished something out of the pocket. He then tossed a small jar of Vaseline on to the bed in front of Jeremy. "As much as you want, well, until your mom gets back - and just for tonight." Jeremy was a little bit more hesitant pushing down his underwear, but he did so, letting that still hairless, but nice sized, almost 4inches pop out, hard and ready, from its confines. Kelley was set to put him at ease; he motioned the boy over and went down on one knee. He pulled the disbelieving boy over to him and without hesitation, put his mouth, lips wetted and ready, over the helmeted head, not too much smaller than his own, formed a tight seal, and sucked him all the way to his still hairless base, though the tickle on Kelley's upper lip as he rested there, applying light suction and really working that shaft with his tongue, told him it wouldn't be long before the boy started getting hairs. Kelley only let up when he felt the boy about to crumple. "Ahhh?.ahhh?aaahhhooohhaahhhnnnggghh??nnghh..nnnnnnn" Ethan was a bit jealous that the boy was more out of control with his noises than when he did him, and when his brother stood up, he asked Jeremey, "So which one of us is better? Jeremy couldn't speak at first, he sort of half laughed through his panting and suggested cheekily that he might need a side by side comparison. "Not while I'm here," Kelley said, "And Ethan, your mouth doesn't go on anybody, period, throughout the party. You understand?" Ethan nodded. It would have been fun to do some boy on the slide, but he didn't like arguing with his brother in general, and most especially when Kelley was doing this all for him. "Can I, um, touch you?" "Ethan, you above anybody else, from now until Saturday when dad or mom picks us up, you can touch me anytime, anywhere you like. Whenever, wherever, however, OK? And in front of any of the other boys. You don't have to ask." "Really?" But the boy seemed so uncertain, almost afraid of having such a lease on his powerful older brother's body. Kelley put his hand alongside his little brother's face and pulled them together so that their foreheads were touching. "Listen to me close," Kelley said in a warm and low voice, "I love you and I wouldn't do anything that would hurt you. I want you to have fun this weekend and not be afraid or worried. So I want you to enjoy my body whenever you want. If I'm gonna let some guys I don't know do things, why can't I let my little brother do more?" "Thanks, Kelley," came a whisper, in both awe and appreciation. "Anything you think would be fun, if Dad's OK with it, you can do, and I promise I'll never be mad, upset or anything." Kelley knew the words he was saying, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he was trying to make them true, even as he said them, but he knew it would take effort. Continuous effort. But he was determined to make sure his brother came out of this feeling OK about himself and feeling normal, no matter how different his interests in life became from other boys around him. As the boys separated, Ethan tentatively reached out and touched his brother's chest and ran his hands along the skin and supple musculature of his inviting flank, then up again, less cautiously now, to encounter and explore that dark nipple. He heard Kelley lightly gasp when his nipple was very surely manipulated; Ethan felt it harden beneath his ministrations, and saw Kelley flinch slightly from the desirable pain/pleasure that shifted him from loving older brother toward just another horny boy. Sure enough, when Ethan looked down, he saw his brother's pouch in those blue, light-fabric briefs start to expand out and stretch, and noticed the same change in breathing that he had witnessed in Jeremy before, when that boy was trying to pretend that he didn't care what Ethan was doing but reacting and getting hot and bothered all the same. Ethan smiled, and feeling emboldened, ran his hand down the almost trembling stomach and dove straight into the pouch and grabbed a hold of the hardening rod of his brother. Again Kelley gasped and Ethan smiled even bigger. Ethan pulled the underwear out and over the greater than 4 inch erecting flesh and went down to his knees as he did so. "Ethan, no," Kelley croaked out. He hadn't ejaculated since . . . . .when? When last did he even simply jack off all by his lonesome? But he was momentarily, seriously afraid that his brother might lick his penis or put it in his mouth, and, even worse, he might not be able to stop him, at least at first. "Relax," Ethan said smiling, "I just want to smell." And he nestled his face against his brother's precious progenitor equipment, feeling the root of the dick right there along the groove of his lips, the drawn-up scrotum pressing into his chin, and his nose amongst the honey-colored hairs of Kelley's small pubic patch, right there at the root. Ethan took a deep breath to know his brother's scent, and then stood back up, grabbing a good hold of Kelley's tightened nutsack as he did so, feeling the developing rugged grooves, kneading it gently, and tugging slightly, causing a couple of escaped moans and starting the bigger dick to drip. "Awesome," the younger boy said in complete awe. He then pulled the briefs back over the nuts and dick, at least as much of the dick as he could still easily fit back into the briefs. The head now poked out leaking, but Ethan turned his brother part way around so that his back was facing the other two boys. Ethan ran his hands down those subtle, yet strong, back muscles. He picked his hand up and placed it on Kelley's butt, feeling the whole of it beneath the briefs. Kelley consciously kept himself from tightening his buttocks as a reflex, so that Ethan got a sense of what was the soft, squeezable receptiveness of the amazing ass. "Wow!" he said, some in awe, but now more in animated excitement. He returned his hand to Kelley's back and felt more of the soft unblemished skin and quite suddenly ran the hand all the way down Kelley's back and into the back of the briefs and ran his hand down a naked melon, with the thumb trailing in the crack. "Wow," He could do this all day, after all, one of his favorite things was when he and Jeremy were watching TV and Jeremy would loosen his shorts and allow Ethan to move his hands into the back of his shorts and underwear and grab and rest it there on his ass. But Ethan was ready to see this ass, and even more --- as he was still very proud that Kelley was HIS brother, he wanted to show it off. Ethan ran his hand back up that luscious globe he had been squeezing and came part way out of the waistband, hooked his thumb around it and pulled it down over those two mouth-watering rumps and squeezed them again, realizing how unreal his good luck was that night. "Oh, WOW!" he exclaimed in almost tortured anticipatory excitement, and the other two boys were in complete agreement, with even Geoff grabbing his crotch and squeezing, feeling that any moment he would blow a load in his pants. Geoff slowly and quietly stripped down to his boxers as Ethan told Kelley to bend over and spread his legs a little. Kelley did as he was told, resting his hand on his knees. His underwear had been pulled down so that it barely prevented him from spreading any further, but it was about three inches below his balls and leaving nothing uncovered for viewing. Jeremy lasciviously eyed the butt of the most popular and beloved boy of Indian Spring, as it was presented before him for his viewing, that slight splay at the base, above the full and rounded nutsack, with a shadowed interior, where he knew lay a buried treasure, a hole where he could bury his own treasure. And, as if on cue, that was about when Kelley heard the lid of the Vaseline jar being popped off Ethan reached over his back and used both hands to grab those cheeks and spread them apart to reveal a clean, flesh-colored, slightly wrinkled disappearance into deeper desired realms within. Despite Kelley's recent experience with being plumbed and pumped for deposits to be placed and left for posterity, of a sorts, his hole seemed as virginal and unexplored a quarter as any hidden corner of the untrammeled world. It looked so dear, so desirous, so enticing and calling, no -- demanding -- demanding a probe enter and open that area to exploration. "Look at this Jeremy." Ethan told his friend. "Is that what you see when you like to look between my butt?" Even better, Jeremy thought, lost in lust, though he knew better than to say anything out loud. Was he drooling? He hoped not, but he couldn't take his eyes of that promise of orgasmic salvation. What was life anymore, if he could empty all of it into this portal of unglimpsed, but barely hoped ecstasy? He didn't need porn or an older influence telling him that this was the center of the universe. He knew it instinctively. Still without breaking eye contact, so to speak, Jeremy bent down to grab his own T-shirt off the floor and wiped his hands and drop the shirt on the bed near the blessed lubrication. When he did so, Kelley looked through his bent and bowed legs and saw the dick of Jeremy, very hard, very excited, and fully greased and prepped. As the boy stood and walked toward Kelley's presented back end, his dick disappeared from Kelley's sight, but there was no doubt as to where it was headed. Kelley knew the target drawing that hard dick; others had hit it before, but this would be Jeremy's first time to ever sink into such a place. Regardless, one thing above all was certain; once again, Kelley was about to be fucked. Yet another boy was about to slide in and claim his ass, about to know for all time that he had conquered that sweet space, spent some time up there, and, perhaps, left an offering far beyond the temple gates. But for now, Kelley braced himself first for the feel of that light touch against his already twitching doorway, a touch that would announce a slickened dickhead had nestled against his anal skin, seeking that natural depression that would embrace it, until it exerted pressure, opened him and brought the boy further within. As Jeremy stepped up, he reached out to cradle those nuts, bigger than his own and already producing sperm. He couldn't believe that he was about to actually fuck a boy who was already producing sperms, when the best he could do was spurt a little semen, and that was all. On top of that, he was about to fuck an older boy. A stronger boy. A more confident boy. A better looking and more popular boy. All of which was making Jeremy so damn horny. He ran his forefinger up to the tempting hole, and caressed the periphery, teasing the center, still unbelieving that he was about to head into that with his one dick, that he was going to push against that and open it up wide, as wide as his own dick was thick!! Unbelievable. Jeremy again grasped the nuts in their plump sack below that opening and reached his thumb up to tug at the sides and massage that ring of penetrable muscle, even making Kelley let out a grunted moan, much to the older boy's chagrin. Finally, Jeremy could not take any more. Convinced at last that this mirage was real and that, unworthy or not, he would be able to march through unchallenged. He stepped up, pushed his dick down to line it up and presented his greased head right at the entry that looked way too small. But he grabbed the warm waist of his living fuck toy and pulled it toward him, as he himself pushed, and was amazed and delighted as he felt that electrified contact of dickhead against skin expanding around his helmet, and quite suddenly a hot and massaging substance opened up around his head, slowly swallowing it whole. Before wrapping around and squeezing down against the shaft, feeling ten times more encompassing than his best fist, as he slid in and felt the pressured, massaging squeeze travel up his dick. Jeremy looked down to see his naked body pressed up against the unassailable rumps of Kelley Tucker. His dick was actually inside Tucker's ass. And while the wonder and bewilderment continued on many levels, a primal urge was left to the boy, and he began to fuck in and out of that hot, tight hole with no further delay and with all abandon. It made it all the more exciting for the boy that he never once even had to ask permission to do it. (THAT would have never occurred to either his mind or his sense of survival). He just stepped up and claimed that ass. Kelley knew what was coming, but still, when he felt the dickhead sniffing at the back gates, he felt a sort of tremble, as though he should seriously rethink this plan, but then he felt a push against his asshole and immediately after felt it open up and Jeremy's shaft slide in and fill him, and he knew it was too late for retreat now. Any retreat made would be quickly followed by a slam home as the tempo of Jeremy's fuck picked up. Kelley fought to keep himself from the slow adaption of getting used to being in this position while a boy's dick filled his butt and pumped it for the same boy's pleasure. And the pleasure of any boys in audience. This wasn't personal. It was business, and it would all, all of it, be over after the White Party. Even Jeremy's part would be over soon, as the boy was slamming Kelley's ass faster and faster in his first fuck. His guttural animal sounds and grunts were picking up pace as well, and all too soon, he let out with a yell from his throat and two healthy spurts of something from his penis that Kelley could feel coat his insides while the boy tried to bury himself as far and as deep as he could within the warm, receptive bowels. It was too much for poor Jeremy, and as he pulled out with a plop, he almost went plop himself. He staggered backward, but managed to turn to the bed and fall upon it, depleted by the orgasm that had ripped him from the insides outward. But just as Kelley was about to stand back up and stretch, he was pushed back down, this time over the bed, and without a word, his little brother took Jeremy's place. Ethan wasted no time in moving between those legs and positioning himself. Trusting that his friend Jeremy had left enough lubrication behind, Ethan merely stepped up and presented his dickhead at Kelley's backdoor and pushed right on through, driving it in up to the hilt. Kelley felt the whole of the smaller, yet seemingly harder rod, enter him completely on one stroke and grunted out. There was no word of sorry, however, as Ethan commenced to fucking right off the bat. Even more startling to Kelley than the sudden entry, was the sudden realization: Shit! I'm being fucked by my little brother!! Ethan didn't last long, less than Jeremy, so excited and blown away he was by both the permission and the reality of getting to fuck his brother. He was so excited that as he rabbit fucked his brother, he hit a body-jerking, though dry, orgasm within the second minute of having pushed into that foreign and amazing substance called ass. He didn't delve as deep into the rectum as Jeremy had, but he worked those nerves all along the anal opening sufficiently well that Kelley couldn't help but be charged up and leaking by the time Ethan pulled out. "Oh wow! Oh . . . . man . . . . . . that was . . . . . . ." The boy was speechless. He plopped back down on the bed himself. He was still hard as a rock and wanted to go again, but he needed a breather. As Kelley stood up, Ethan saw the boy's dick was pointing upward and dripping. Kelley was embarrassed by it, but something about the way his brother had worked his hole, and the fact that he hadn't cum since yesterday, were to blame. Kelley self-consciously pulled his briefs the rest of the way off and tossed them on to the bed. Ethan leaned forward and grabbed a hold of his brother's dick and squeezed it and ran his hand up and down it. "Did I make you do that!!??" "Oh . . .fffuuck . . . mmnnghhooh . . . yyy-yyess . . . . .aaannhgh . . .you . . . .oh geez . . . you did . . . ." Kelley was about to cum himself. Quite suddenly Ethan let up and reached down to squeeze and tug on the balls; the effect on Kelley was two-fold. The sudden sensation, unique to someone tugging your balls, offset his impending cum, but the second effect was that he suddenly groaned out, feeling in the back of his mind that he wanted to cum even more. The poor self-sacrificing boy even had a fleeting desire (or need - he didn't have the experience or sexual drive to distinguish between the two) to have Jeremy, of all people, stand up and fuck him again, all the while he or Ethan tugged on his balls lightly. But that thought was fleeting, and the momentary recognition of it caused the naked and used boy to blush; but this embarrassment just bled into the general embarrassment of giving himself over to his own brother and another younger kid. But this was something he still felt deep within himself that was the right and only thing to do in this situation. So he bore it and let things unroll as the other boys wanted. Unfortunately for him, the way the boys suddenly wanted to let it roll was right back in Kelley's ass. As he felt that tug on his balls and let out the unanticipated groans, he bent over again, about halfway, but enough such that it was like that amazing ass was flashing an invitation for the boys to come back in and play, and both Ethan and Jeremy jumped up for that piece of plumped playground - and their dicks went straight to re-erected in the anticipation. They smiled at each other, knowing both wanted immediately to go back in. But Ethan, who somewhere inside, though he had not come to terms with the actual realization of it, knew he would have other opportunities in the next day or so, and who was more than happy to please Jeremy by deferring to him, nodded the eager almost-12 yo forward to the breach, and with little ceremony, the boy pushed Kelley down farther, hands on his knees, and slipped into his friend's brother's greased and still-tight ass. It was heaven sinking into that hot nearest-thing-to-pussy-that-he-could-imagine-but-oh-so-much-better. "Oh geez," Kelley simply said, startled to find the boy's hands back on his asscheeks so soon and that all too familiar feeling of a hard penis spreading them open, rapidly finding the promised hole, and spreading open the anal muscle as well and rolling on past until the whole of it was buried inside. Kelley leaned forward a bit more and felt himself immediately being rocked back and forth on that hard slightly-younger member. It was like a perfect fit in his ass to fill him comfortably and stretch his hole in such a way that the muscle was pleasurably worked, both at the sensitive rim where flesh met the gate to his rectum and all along that tightened canal. Throughout the whole length he felt the dick working him and looked askance backward to see Jeremy lost in another world of pleasure as he watched his sausage split those twin globes and disappear inside, all while the primal rump-bumping took over through his hips and arms. It was amped up even more for Kelley when at that moment, without slowing the rhythm of his fuck, Jeremy took his right hand from Kelley's waist and ass and reached around and grabbed a firm hold of the boy's larger nuts, squeezed a bit more than gently and then reached the fingers around the two nuts to grasp more of the actual scrotal sac and tug down harder. The feeling was mind blowing to Kelley who felt the impending rise of his cum and even, though unable to stop himself, almost began to squirm back onto the pistoning prick that was so oddly stimulating him. He was enjoying the fuck physically, though internally this disturbed him enough to distance his need to cum from his actual cum; he just hoped he wouldn't hit that point while Jeremy was fucking him. But there was nothing that he couldn't do about, despite being unsure what signal it would send to Ethan, and as well, if he could admit, something about him just didn't want to hold back. Kelley let this issue float to the back of his mind to deal with later. Even with his youth and relative lack and wealth, depended on the perspective, of experience, he realized this was only a physical trigger owing to situation and place and anatomy beyond his control and nothing that suggested a change in his base interests and desires. He wasn't gay, he never would be, but this was the momentarily 'evil' in his life, and though he, at some level, didn't mind bearing it for his little brother, he was definitely looking forward to the end of these mentally and physical confusing situations. Before he got too uncomfortable with the confluence of his physical state of being held and fucked, the giving away unilaterally of his ass to Jeremy, the building and inevitable cum all swirling together such that he didn't know how he should be acting or handling it, for he had definitely bitten off more than he could, or maybe should, chew, before he got too far in that, Geoff Lanham walked awkwardly to stand in front of Kelley. He was moving awkwardly, Kelley could now see, because he had removed the last of his own clothes and had an erection so taut and upward that it barely wobbled in his walk, and looked like he was carrying a red hot and very heavy poker. But Geoff was in the swing of things and ready to play, and he smiled at the boy bent mostly over and put his hand on Kelley's head as the boy tried to look up and pulled him down further. There was no doubt as to where the 14 year old, barely a month from 15, wanted the 12 year old mouth to go. "Take it in, Tucker, swirl the head and suck it in," Geoff declared, though he was honestly nervous about it as he said it. Demanding that from Kelley was more than a bit intimidating --- to Geoff. But despite that, the boy did as he was told, and without hesitation slipped those 12 year old lips over one of the largest heads he had given head. It didn't obscenely fill his mouth or choke him, but he had to readjust his developing technique to get a good swirl, all the time he was constantly distracted by the constant barrage of pounding that his ass was receiving. It was enough of a distraction, however, as he tried to concentrate on figuring out how to take in and suck on that first inch of shaft and at the same time adjust his rump to the pumping, that he again offset the impending cum, though he didn't decrease the need, and his nuts and dick were still signaling that he needed it. He was discovering just how hard it was to blow a boy while his whole backside was squirming to get more traction on his nuts that were being massaged and also push his hole back down on the thrusting cock. Fortunately for Kelley, just as his body was breaking out of his subconscious hold on not showing his physical needs, he felt Jeremy speeding his in-and-out through his tight anal canal and then quickly spasming his orgasm into the tougher boy's rectum. As Jeremy finished and pulled out, he was wiped but amazed at what he had been able to do and to feel, not once, but twice. At that point, Kelley's head was released by Geoff and he stood back up, with a long strand of spittle trailing him from his mouth the now-slicked dickhead until it broke off about a foot and a half later. When he stood, he realized that Jeremy had only popped his dick out, but still hadn't moved back, which allowed the slightly shorter boy to lay forward onto Kelley's back, collapsing against it and trying to regain his breath. Kelley bore up the weight of the boy, and even could not help but smile at the thought of the exhausted boy forgetting himself and taking his hands off Kelley's nuts and running both of them up Kelley's front, holding on to him and pressing his face into his upper back and relaxing into a forgotten embrace from behind while awaiting his senses to come back into some sort of normal. Kelley tried to ignore the feeling of Jeremy's still largely erect dick poking him in the ass and then slipping back into his crack, not quite reaching his hole, but still providing a buffering placeholder between his used cheeks. But in a fairly short wait, Ethan, whose attention was now captivated by Geoff's beautiful and hard and larger dick, which was still shiny and slick with Kelley's saliva, asked his beloved older brother, hesitantly, if he could get the same treatment. "Oh, me, too, can I?" Jeremy jumped in, the excitement of a possible blow job from the cooler boy awakening him from his post-orgasmic stupor, at least somewhat. He still could only get a bump higher raise on his half-erection, so soon after cumming the second time in Kelley's ass. "Yes," Kelley said, half-tired, half-bemused, wholly resigned, "but not unless you both clean off your dicks. They've been in my butt. In fact, just . . . . . go ahead and both of you get a shower . . . . . . and, uh . . . . give me and Geoff about 10 or 15 minutes alone before you come back in." The boys agreed and headed out of the room, leaving the two older boys uncomfortably together. "Sorry . . . . uh, about . . . . ." Geoff sheepishly said, pointing to his dick that was still obscenely wavering about, despite his being abashed that he had just pulled Kelley's head down and told the long time semi-cousin to suck his dick. Kelley shrugged it off and gallantly told Geoff not to worry about it. But he remembered what he had promised the older boy in essence, though he was now somewhat nervous that he could accept that older dick deep into his ass without feeling some real pain. All the same, the hero in Kelley came out and he pushed himself and Geoff toward what was an evitable, way inescapable convergence. "You still want to . . . . . . ." Rather than complete his sentence with words, Kelley brought an uplift in his tone like he was asking a question, partially raised his eyebrows, and pointed questioningly to his own back end. "Oh . . . . . yeah." Of course he did. "So, um, how do you . . . . . ." "Maybe you could get on the bed, Maybe lie down on your stomach?" For Geoff, his only sexual experience was with girls in the missionary position. So, he reasoned, if the boy was opposite, then he should face the opposite direction, then Geoff could enter him from behind. Sounded logical to both boys. Kelley crawled onto the bed and slowly lay his body down, bringing a pillow to under his midsection as he did so. He spread his legs and unintentionally gave his would-be conqueror the most amazing view. That supple, yet taut ass slowly parted those delicious independent globes just slightly to reveal a crack that begged investigation; and the crack, of its own accord revealed a deeper abyss, but a knowable abyss, that shadowed and then lowlit the highlights of his no-longer cherry center. The hole had definitely been fucked. Despite the continued tightness, it had a wavering twinkle to it, with the slightest receptive look, a subtle openness that could easily be imagined while the mind and erotic need were both drawn toward that center of gravity. Kelley sensed the older boy crawling onto the bed to get between his spread legs and offered ass. He felt the bed shift as a heavier weight than himself settled on to the mattress and was redistributed to an area largely between his own knees; and he again heard the lid of the Vaseline being popped off. Kelley tried to tune out the sound of the greasy substance being slathered over what was most probably the hard and wanting prick of Geoff Lanham, the older coal-black haired boy that was even now leaning his body over Kelley's. Kelley felt the heat of the closing space between their naked boy bodies the instant before he felt the hot bulging dickhead itself pierce his crack and start to spread those already buttered buns apart. The head of that weapon quickly found its target and rested with some quiet force against the barely defended portal. There wasn't much Kelley could do but yield, with his excited state, the undeniable weight of the ramrod straight phallus, and the submissive position that by nature called the other boy onward; and so Geoff went. "You sure about this, Tucker?" But, even as he said the word 'sure', he was expanding the stretchable muscle to its limits and sliding the anchor of his blood-engorged, battle-ready helmet within. "OHHgeeeeennnggghhyyaahh-ahhh-ah . . . . .ah . . . anh . . y-y-yeah . . . I - I - I . . . .mmmnnghh . . . .shshhshure." It was big. The biggest he had had in there. But Geoff wasn't listening to words, mere words, whether permissions or not; he was hearing moans and feeling the unbelievably tight embrace of Kelley's anal canal wrapped around his dick and squeezing it's whole length as he slowly, ever so tortuously slowly for him, hoping he didn't cum before he at least got to literally fuck, sank that shaft deep into the boy's pussy, better than pussy in many ways, yet different, Geoff was realizing. Kelley whimpered out the march of the shaft forward, and squirmed agonizingly in micromovements, as it continued millimeter by millimeter without abatement. It wasn't painful, but it was full. It was filling his ass and stretching his hole like no dick before it had. He could feel his butt stretching to the limit to contain and restrict that invader, yet still it continued. He was seriously wondering if this had been a mistake, except what if one of the boys tomorrow had a big dick? His dad had told him that the human anus could stretch to accommodate a penis without damage or any permanent stretch, so long as it was properly prepared. It was why Kelley had decided that Jeremy would have to fuck him as well before he let Geoff sink his near-manhood deep inside, and he was certainly glad now that he had made that decision. But it wasn't just the stretch of his anus, his filling rectum was sending signals of discomfort up to his brain, as well, letting him know that it too had a limit. When there was not quite an inch left, Geoff halted the movement forward and stretched his body out along the back of Kelley's. He kept his dick embedded at the same distance from bottoming out inside the hole and instead, surprisingly, kissed Kelley on the cheek, and whispered a thank-you in his ear. That was all it took for Kelley's dick to take over and once again lengthen to full erection, and for the horniness factor to kick back into the boy. He felt the boy's nose nuzzle into the brown, curlish hair at the nape of his neck, feeling the warm air blow through when the older boy exhaled. It was too much for Kelley; he could believe that he was actually needing for this to go forward, but something had to start soon. "Just . . . . Geoff . . . go ahead." "Are you sure?" Kelley felt the deeper voice softly muzzled through the hair on his head, again felt the breath go through it like a lover, if he could have placed that thought as such, and something was driving him inexplicably crazy to just get fucked. But it was a two-fold issue. He needed a double relief, a relief by something leaving both his butt and his dick. It wasn't so much that he suddenly looked forward to getting fucked . . . . and yet . . . . . . there was that . . . . . something, that he couldn't isolate. "Oh . . . . geez . . . yes! You gotta either, pull out or . . . . . just . . . . . just start fucking me Geoff. Please!!" Some part of Kelley was expecting a better feeling, something akin to what he felt once with Casey, maybe more than once, and once with Cole. There was some physical feeling in getting fucked, and way down deep he understood, even if he could parse it with his other deep feelings of what he should be and what he should and shouldn't like. He understood it was there. That physical feeling could take him to orgasm and provide one of the reliefs that he so desperately needed at that moment. And as Geoff wrapped his arms around the boy and left his weight distributed along his back and legs, while solely using the slow and steady thrust of his hips to fuck the boy, never fully breaking any countact with warm and soft ass, but using it as a gentle shock absorber to his pumping, as he did this, the motions travelled through Kelley and rocked him into the pillow below, bringing him ever closer to the needed orgasm. But as good as this was, or could be, as much as Kelley abandoned himself to being fucked by an older boy so that he could lay claim to the good feelings and avoid the guilt, as much as this all was, he still couldn't get to where he needed. Geoff moaned into the back of the boys hair, and now into his ear, again giving him loving and appreciative kisses for this great sacrifice, again charging the younger boy increasingly bereft of his senses of manhood, as much as all of this should be bringing the much-denied (recently, at least) 12 year old penis to a crippling restorative climax - the boy was just too big. The pleasure waves were there, under that short last-inch, in & out friction, the deep rectal stimulation was there, the rubbing of Kelley's penis beneath him - there was plenty that was there to get the boy to cum - and he wasn't in pain, not really - but the dick was still a tad too big, and it stretched Kelley a tad too much. Maybe it wouldn't stymie his orgasm if he got fucked a lot by Geoff, something that without a doubt was absolutely NOT happening, but at the moment the anal stress was too much of a distraction, as was the over-filling of his ass, and he couldn't keep those pulses of charge on enough or timed well enough to get a serious sensory overload that tipped into pleasure. For the moment, all he could think about was how obscenely tight and scary it must have looked like around his hole as this dick slid in and out, that and wondering how much longer it would last. But the answer to that second question was: not much longer. It was a dream come true for Geoff; even as he was fucking the most perfect and practically virginal - as far as he was concerned - piece of ass on the planet, he could hardly believe it was true, which only made him want to snuggle in more behind the boy and use short thrusts in and out of that rectum to maximize his most precious resource - time. He only had so long to enjoy Kelley's ass, and the end of that time was building to a close. Just as Kelley was getting used to the heavy punctuated rhythm rocking his bottom and jarring his moral, emotional, sensorial, and physical natures, he heard Geoff's grunts become louder and more guttural, and the boy's thrusts slowed, yet became more pronounced, more necessary, more desperate; and in one last, especially hard jam against his buttbone, one that stretched him even further than he was just getting used to - and which through off his own momentum to a cum - Kelley felt a series of no-shaft thrusts, where the boy was still trying to slam that hole, except all of his nearly six inches were fully and completely embedded inside Kelley. It was at that point, when Geoff was still trying to penetrate deeper with what he didn't yet have and run that dick through the tight confines of luscious 12 year old boy ass, that Kelley felt the largest load yet shooting into his ass. The dick alone felt like he hadn't gone to the bathroom in three days and was in dire need of evacuation, but the shoots of semen and real boy sperm were filling him further. And despite the log in his ass, despite the stretch of his anal tissue past uncomfortable, and despite the punishment of his tailbone (he had had worse there with Casey's over-enthusiastic fucks), despite all of that, he could still only try to work his mind around one thing. Sperm. Sperm was actually flowing into his ass. And pretty deep up there, also. Real, actual sperm, shot straight out of another boy's dick. An honest to goodness older boy was shooting actual sperm - and it felt like a whole lot of it - deep into his ass. And not just any boy. Geoff Lanham. Whom he had known since they were babies, or at least since Kelley was a baby and Geoff was a toddler. Geoff Lanham just loaded his ass with his own spermatozoa, made right there in those testicles of his that he was keeping pressed up against Kelley's perineum while he unloaded all his semen up into that warm, accommodating rectum. It was this that Kelley was trying to wrap his mind around. Except that he didn't really even know where to start. There were lots and lots of things going through Geoff's mind, as well - what part of his mind that wasn't so befuddled that it could work. But amazingly he was able to center on one particular thing - that soft cushion of flesh that was Kelley's ass, an ass he split open, but was dying to see in action, or at least in receiving action. Before he could even regain his full sense of mind from the post-orgasmic depths, he was already asking Kelley for another go. "Tuck . . . . please . . . . . let me just fuck you good and real. I wanna be able to watch myself do it. Just once . . . . please." Kelley nodded his assent slightly. He understood, he thought, maybe, Geoff's sexual need and desire that was driving his request, but what Kelley did not understand was why he said OK. He didn't owe anything like this to Geoff. Yes, Geoff was a really great guy, and it was very hard for him to come forward and be honest about his feelings like this; but Kelley had not been totally sure the first time was a particularly bright idea of his, whether he needed the pre-White Party stretching or not. He knew that that wasn't the reason he did this, though. He knew the probability of any boys at the party being Geoff's age and size was probably pretty low. He did this partly because he was telling himself it was meaningless to him, no more important or different that a personal handshake - well, maybe a bit more important - but not as big a deal, all the same, as others might think. And if that were the case, then why not let Geoff have a go and have the thrill of his life? He was a nice enough guy. But as the older boy pulled Kelley up into a doggy position and began to realign his newly rehardening dick to that primed hole, Kelley realized he had been lying to himself. It was an offer he made not because he thought it was no big deal, but maybe - maybe - because it was a huge deal, and he was just trying to make himself feel better. If that was true - and at this point he had to pause, as once again --- though this time on his hands on knees, offering his ass up in the most degrading fashion --- he felt the push against his now less resistant hole and that slow reverse feeling of needing to take a dump in the worst way, as Geoff slid his long, full dick straight back up his backside, barely pausing this time as he bottomed out and then pulled out, before easing back in at a slightly faster pace. It was hard to think as the boy began to do this to Kelley, but he could latch on to one thing, and that was that this second time was most definitely probably a mistake. But he could handle it. He would live, and he would handle the aftermath. He was Kelley Tucker. He could handle this; just . . . . . for the moment . . . . . . he was Kelley Tucker, getting fucked like a dog. "Ah, no way!!!" "Beast!!!" "So, awesome!! Can we watch??" The sound of Kelley's attempts to get his thoughts back and Geoff's groans to get his second nut were interrupted by the excited chatter of the, now clean, younger two boys, who had popped back into the room with towels wrapped around their waists. Kelley just nodded and tried to half ignore and half pretend to indulge the boys, especially his brother, after all he had lied to himself that this was all for him anyway, the whole time nothing was left unexposed in this shameful claiming of his last stand as a chaste boy. The other two were just as excited as Geoff to look down the front of the older boy's stomach, past his low bush of dark, dark black curly pubic hairs, as they all watched his thick dick disappear repeatedly between those two perfect billowy rounds of unblemished flesh. All three reacted to the thrusts with the compression of exquisite warmth and familiarity that only Geoff could feel as his body compacted the mounds of Kelley's ass with his own pelvis as he thrust in; but all three were enmarvelled at the aspect and beauty if the thing. Geoff had to keep telling the two boys to get out of his way when they wanted to watch it straight down; they were obstructing the one view that he used to so hopelessly dream about. And this would probably be his last and only chance to make that erstwhile wonder a blessed memory, and he didn't want the back of Jeremy or Ethan's head burned on his retinas - just Kelley's ass and the pole of flesh parting and using it for pleasure. The boys were happy to watch from the sides and also from underneath. This was like a real, genuine fuck. The dick was long enough to get some real space and start pounding ass for real, and still show shaft for the burying. It was exciting to them. And while they were getting their kicks, Kelley tried to ignore, largely unsuccessfully, the conflicting needs of needing relief from a large dump, to almost getting one, coupled with the off sensation of it going the wrong way, and turned his attention to two earlier questions in his head. For one, he thought about what Nate had yelled at him as they left Coolspring. The boy had a point. The other issue was even more taxing on the mind. If it was true, that he really had mislead himself as to the real reasons he was letting Geoff fuck him and the whole schmiel about doing this for his brother, then it meant something bigger. It meant that he really could lie to himself. Nobody else could, but it may just be that he was quite able to. And the lies we tell ourselves, his dad had always told him, were the most dangerous lies of all. Or was it simply that he was immune to his own immunity, and therefore just an average, ordinary, everyday kid. "Oh, fffffuck," Geoff yelled loudly (good thing the house was otherwise empty), "I'm gonna cum, again, nnnggghhaaahhhh . . . . . ." Scratch the average, ordinary and everyday parts, Kelley thought as he felt Geoff's hands squeeze around his ass tight and felt another load fired deep inside him. He was really going to have to sit down and have a think to himself after this. But one thing about it all was true, he didn't want his little brother scared, nervous and unsure of what to do tomorrow. When you went into situations like that, it was easier for people to take advantage of you. So a part of him, he guessed after all, really was doing this for Ethan. He only wished it didn't have to be certain specific parts of him. "Hey, Kelley," Ethan began as he watched Geoff pull his deflating penis out of Kelley's bottom. "Will you give me and Jeremy blowjobs, now?" "Yeah, sure, Ethan." It was hard not to look frazzled and feeling like anything but wanting to do that. But he tried. He wasn't greatly successful, but it was enough to keep Ethan comfortable with it all. Jeremy didn't need such a boost. He still didn't understand it, why Kelley of all people would do this, but he was all over this offer. "You first then, Ethan," and Kelley ripped the towel off his brother and tossed him on to the bed. He then leaned over and took him into his mouth, starting straight away on sucking in that pale, hard small erection, straight down to its smooth hairless base. Being that he couldn't cum yet, Ethan's recharge time was much lower, and he was raring to go already; he put all his faith in his protective older brother, as indeed he had all his life and grabbed at Kelley's head, feeling good, not just from the marvelous action of Kelley's tongue working his stiff little dickhead and shaft, well not so little anymore, but also from the safety of the experience, the trust that it was OK, just as Kelley guaranteed, and the relief and wonderment that all he wanted and enjoyed with other boys was in reality - all OK. Everything would be OK. He was going to be good; and this, while specifically not so normal, was generally completely normal. He was normal. And it felt great. No, Actually, It felt stupendously awesome. It wasn't long before the sensorineural overload of his penis-controlled nervous system bypassed the emotional well-being of his gestalt and almost literally blew his mind. He held his naked brother's head tight against him as he pumped the last remainders of his energy reserves into that amazing mouth. Is this what he did for others when he blew them? Ethan thought to himself as he swam back into the reality of the bed, the room, the other people smiling at him. He didn't think he was as good as his big brother, but if he, Ethan, could make another boy feel even a quarter this good, then it made the blow jobs he had already started to enjoy giving, to Jeremy, to Tolley, to Jamie, and this morning to Seth, it made him want to give even more of them. How awesome was it that something he thought was cool and was really developing a taste for could turn out to be so shattering, in the best of meanings, to other boys? It was a totally awesome concept, one that he was already wanting to go out and try. And he couldn't wait to try it on Daniel Mackey!! Of course, if Kelley had known what was running through his brothers mind as he watched the younger dirty blond boy lay there and recuperate, he wouldn't have been overly pleased with Ethan's eagerness to put into action what he had just learned from his own talented mouth. "So, I guess you liked that, Ethan?" "Oh . . . wow." The boy still sounded a bit out of it. Kelley couldn't help but smile at his little brother. "I guess that means yes." "Oh, wow," he repeated again, looking up at the ceiling. "Can we please do that again?" "Right now?" Kelley asked, as a chuckle escaped despite what that meant to his last remaining vestiges of boyness pride that he was trying to muster, questioning all his motives to this point. He guessed, then, that after all, maybe he really did do a lot of this for his brother. "No, not now, I mean . . . . . well, I could . . . . . that would be totally awesome! But I meant . . . . you know . . . . . again some time after this?" Ethan now propped himself up on his elbows so that he was looking at his older brother still leaning over on the bed between his spread legs. Kelley knew what he was asking, but deflected it. "Well, anytime you want starting tomorrow, until dad picks us up on Saturday, you know you can. As much as you want, I guess. That's part of what this was about, you know, get you comfortable so you wouldn't feel bad about asking for it, or even just wanting it." "I know, and thanks . . . . but . . . . can we . . . . . after that?" Kelley frowned slightly. This wasn't something he had wanted to continue; it wasn't a trend that he wanted to start. All the same, as he looked again at that rubbery hard prick standing proud still before him, just a few more inches away than it was long, he thought about it. How bad would it be? He reached forward and grasped a hold of the warm, hard flesh and felt of it appreciatively. It was his little brother, a part of him, and he could handle that. At least for a while. "I don't know, Ethan . . . . maybe . . . but not a whole lot. And I still have to think about that. And it's all over if you ever ask to do me, got it? My dick isn't going anywhere around your mouth or ass, OK? So don't even ask!" "I got it." The boy said with a big grin. He wasn't sure if this was the best gift his brother had ever gotten him or not, but it was certainly wonderful. "He knew then that Kelley would give in and do it again sometime." "And never in front of Ashton, either. And don't never tell him, neither." "I won't, promise" the boy said happily and leaned forward and hugged his brother, as best as he could in their awkward positions, and he thanked him again for everything. During this whole time, Jeremy had been standing off the bed, looking down at that amazing ass that was bent over the edge of his own bed, the bed where he would be sleeping tonight, with the little brother of the owner of that ass. And as he stared down at that double rounded perfection, something he so longed to touch but simultaneously too afraid to touch, he was trying to get up the nerve to walk behind that masterpiece, where he could still see into the sexy crack, which had been cleaned of the greasy residue of the last fuck by Geoff, before the oldest boy left the other three to get cleaned up himself. He could barely make out that tempting hole, and he so wanted to step between those legs, part those taunting cheeks and delve into that tantalizing crack, press into that hole . . . . Even as his mind wandered there, his dick again was on a hardening rise. True, it never completely dipped below a semi, but it was coming back to a steely hard despite two cums within the last 50 minutes. But then, as he tried to get his resolve up, he also thought about how much he wanted a blow job, if he was only going to get one more go at Kelley's offer of service. But was it really an offer to Jeremy? No, and he knew that. He just happened to be in the right place at the right time, despite it being his bedroom; or, more to the point, he happened to be with the right person at the right time. And that person was Ethan Tucker, who at that moment sounded like he was about to hit his second orgasm of the night. After that, would it be over? Would Kelley be done with them? Would he consent to giving Jeremy a blow job before he left? But really why should he? And beside that, Jeremy really wanted to fuck again. He soooo wanted to fuck Kelley's butthole and feel himself slamming into those compressible cool cheeks - one more time! No one who had never been in a 12 year old boy's ass could ever understand how magically strong that desire was, especially to a boy doing it for his first time. But who could say if the older boy wouldn't punch him if he went up to that ass and tried again? Besides that, it sounded like Ethan's whole body was about to burst apart at the cellular level from the build-up he was having. If Kelley were that good with his mouth, Jeremy certainly wanted to try. And beside that, having had your dick sucked by two different brothers was a whole 'nother level of kinky and sexy that just amped up his hormonal drive to nut. And if that weren't enough itself, the thought of shooting cum up Kelley's butt AND down his throat gave the young horny boy and even more perverse thrill. That settled it, and he climbed onto the bed just as Ethan hit his high. While the boy was coming down, Jeremy meanwhile sat there Indian-style, with his peter pointing skyward, waiting for a break in the brotherly coming-to-terms before he could interject his plea for his own blowjob. As it was, Kelley was done and put his hands under him to push up and off the bed. As he did so he caught sight of not only the Empire State Prick rising out of the island of Jeremy's lap, but also the desperate plead on the boy's face. "Please?" was all Jeremy said. Kelley sighed. He really wasn't looking to do this, especially for Jeremy, but the problem was that he had promised both of them a blowjob if they cleaned up. Just one day this week, he would have like to have made it out of the day by not having to swallow some boy's semen. But that wasn't going to be the case today, it seemed. First Carter, now Jeremy. "All right, lay back," Kelley said, resigned. The two 12 year olds had effectively pushed his first cum-free mouth day to Sunday. Jeremy eagerly complied, thanking a grimmer Kelley profusely and lay back, allowing himself to be pulled farther down the bed until his legs were bent up and around Kelley's head and his dick and balls were directly below the boy's mouth. Kelley for his part was still bent over the edge of the bed and he grasped a hold of Jeremy's midsection such that he had a firm handhold of each of the boy's buttcheeks, thumbs pressing in and holding the sides firm while his fingers spread out along those virginal cheeks, the fingertips of the longest ones dipping into the unexplored crack and spreading it open. Kelley pulled the boy up to him as he leaned down and without hesitation took the almost 4 inches of keen boy flesh directly into his mouth, dipped down all the way once, to where his wetted lips kissed the faint light, practically invisible hairs of the groin and plump sac of the boy and then up just as quickly and swirled the head, driving the mental state of the greatly thankful 11 year old just practically bonkers. Unlike Carter's second blow job, and the ones he would probably give at the White Party, Kelley was going to give his all to this one for Jeremy. Jeremy just as immediately thrust his hips up in a reflex to fuck that mouth, seeking for himself the inordinately difficult-to-comprehend pleasure that Kelley could apparently bring; but Kelley was already off the dick and on the balls, though the quick move almost put his eye out from the straining hairless prick. He was already down on the balls and sucked them in hard, digging his fingers even deeper into Jeremy's untouched abyss when the boy thrust up. The boy gasped as he felt the immediate suction on his balls that brought him to the luminal edge of pain, although Kelley's expert-becoming mouth did not take him over the line, and Jeremy gasped again as he felt his asscheeks squeezed hard and the fingertips of either of Kelley's hands rimming the edge of his asshole. He had never been touched there before and the feelings of having the edges of that private hole tugged open cast him into almost orgasmic confusion, compounded by the strange need to blow a load from the fear of having his balls in another boys mouth and the strong actual sensations from having them tugged and suctioned so. Kelley was in control now, though, of both the ass and genitals of that boy, and he let him know it in his onslaught. He came off the balls with last tug and suction that briefly, and only barely, broke the pain threshold; but no sooner had Jeremy tried to pull back than he tried to shove forward, as Kelley was suddenly on the dick itself, aggressively tonguing the front of the shaft and sucking the whole of it in through as tight a pressing as his mouth could make. Through the distraction of such agonizing pleasure and the confusion of the flip-flop from certain testicular pain to the bewilderment of wanting nothing but more, more, more - the boy was even yelling it out, though he himself would have no recollection of it - Kelley took advantage of Jeremy's mind being ripped from reality to shove the tips of both middle fingers deeper into the well of Jeremy's vulnerable anal ring and tug down and outward, again causing the boy mass confusion as to whether he wanted to escape intrusion or push down onto it. It wasn't solely his sexual orientation being topsy-turvy, but his whole body being unsure of where to thrust, where to drop, where to push, what direction to go and where to seek the desire of everything around his midsection, though his whole body itself was just as lost. This had the effect of throwing off the orgasm that he could blow in any second. But it wasn't a displacement of something needed, just a teasing of something inevitable. All he did was build up a greater need to cum in the boy, leading to an even more explosive cum, whenever it finally came. During his oral torture of Jeremy, Kelley felt a small hand caressing his own butt, and it was all he could do not to try to crawl into the bed and hump the mattress. Ethan must have taken the twitching of his brother's legs and the pushing back, however subtle, of his ass, as a sign that it was OK to screw the comely asshole, yet again, with his renewed hard on. Kelley barely grunted as he felt his little brother enter him fully and start to fuck. The gentle knocks against his ass weren't nearly pronounced as Geoff's had been and didn't distract greatly from the job he was doing on Jeremy's nuts and dick with his mouth. A few more minutes into this and Jeremy could no longer tell where dick and asshole began or ended or which needed relief more, except that he was more desperate to come than he ever had been in his whole entire life. He brought himself up on his elbows with what energy was barely left him as Kelley went down on his dick with mouth and tongue in a relentless force of oral assault, and he caught sight of Ethan fucking away - that bare, unblemished, beautiful body, completely naked but with the eventual sight of his genitals obscured by the ass of the boy he was fucking. But still he could see and imagine where those dick and balls would be, just there beyond those pronounced mounds flaring up out of the spotless expanse of Kelley Tucker's warm back and curving downward out of sight, beyond which his beautiful brother was fucking the shit out of him. And then Jeremy blew. Harder, more forceful, more needy for desperate relief than ever before, he shot everything he felt he had in his body and could ever make into the mouth and down the throat of Kelley Tucker. He collapsed back on to the bed, but Kelley never came off and never stopped sucking. He swallowed and swallowed and swallowed everything. And still he kept sucking. He tried pushing Kelley's head off his now exquisitely tender dick, except he had little to no energy left; the boy was producing such a weird combination of pleasure and pain right at the tip of his dick down to his hole that he was close to passing out completely. He moved his legs up higher, wrapping them around Kelley and pulling himself downward to escape the continued oral onslaught, and that was when he noticed a second change. There weren't two fingers tugging at the edge of his hole anymore, but one greased finger (the Vaseline tub being still open and nearby and close to Kelley's surreptitious hand) deeply embedded in his bottom and only working its way deeper. Jeremy surprised himself by trying to bury deeper that finger in his butt, squirming downward and wrapping his legs more tightly around Kelley; but was he trying to get finger fucked or escape the overflow of pleasure along his dick, an overflow that could quite literally drown his mental state and drive him insane if no relief was forthcoming? He was so confused by his physical and sexual and mental feelings at this point that he had no awareness that he was simultaneously screaming out for Kelley to both stop and do it more. All of a sudden Kelley did pull off his dick, letting Jeremy fall back limp on his bed, even his legs exerting no more effort, though they stayed somewhat wrapped around Kelley due to entanglement more than effort. The finger was still in his ass, and he found it strangely enticing, even pleasurable in what areas of his body that still felt as though they could function. At this point he felt a few jolts shudder through Kelley's body and a scream of orgasmic pleasure coming from behind the older boy told Jeremy that Ethan had burst another dry nut in his brother's naked ass. Sure enough, Ethan moved out from behind Kelley and collapsed backward onto the bed, exhausted and almost dead to the world. About the same time, Jeremy felt Kelley's finger being pulled from his ass, happy to no longer have that humiliation, but effaced inwardly to realize he wanted it back inside - and for the life of him he honestly could not connect why. He thought everything was over; and needless to say that, despite the whole finger fuck ordeal that he could later just brush aside, he was never in his life so simultaneously satisfied and hungry at the end of something as he was right then. His hunger was a long term hunger, and he realized that, like Ethan, he wanted this again, but he also realized that, unlike Ethan, it was forever closed to him after this. At least until Ethan became a more experienced 'friend in need'. But then quite suddenly, and definitely quite surprisingly, he was pulled down the bed by Kelley. With a shock he felt the leaking head of Kelley's own heretofore neglected erection slime across one asscheek, perilously close to slipping into the opened and upthrust ass, given that his legs were still up and around Kelley's body. He was both too tired and too scared to fight and looked up with panic into the older boy's face. The smile on Kelley's face looked calculating, it looked scary as hell to Jeremy and he just barely kept himself from whimpering. He knew what position he was in. He was in a position to get fucked. He shook his head back and forth, pleading with Kelley not to do this; but Geoff had already left out, having gone downstairs to wait for the other two boys to finish with Kelley, and Ethan was already slipping off into some sort of dreamland. There was no one to help him. Sure enough, after being moved into position to be drilled, who knows how many times Kelley would want to bust into that virgin hole, he felt Kelley's finger drive back into him and sink in deep, and his first instinct was to drive down onto that finger. It only deepened his shame and humiliation of not only what was happening, but what was about to. As much as he couldn't keep himself off that finger if he could have tried, what made him so deeply ashamed of enjoying it and so deeply fearful of what Kelley was about to do, was a deeper knowledge in himself that that just wasn't the path he wanted to follow in life. Kelley embedded his middle finger fully, stopped only by the subjugated boy's own flesh pressed against his knuckles. A tear formed at the edge of Jeremy's eye and rolled down his face. In a faltering voice, he pleaded with Kelley: "Please, Kelley . . . don't fuck me." But Kelley was not swayed by the tear or the plea, not even the slightest. He was going to do exactly what he wanted to do. "Jeremy," he said, shaking his head, even while he pulled the finger back and embedded it fully again, caused a failed suppression of an involuntary shudder of guilty pleasure to run through the boy. Despite the good feelings, he was desperate not to get fucked; he didn't want to be, and he was on the edge of silently bawling, knowing he couldn't stop it. "Please don't, Kelley . . . . . . ." Kelley sighed. Was this boy really that retarded? He again moved his finger in and out slightly, again feeling a shudder go through the boy. "I'm not going to fuck you, ignoramous. Have I ever been like that? When would I ever hurt somebody like that?" This time he moved his finger out a bit more and sank it in a bit deeper, once again to the knuckles, once again causing the younger and slightly smaller boy to squirm against, but this time a loud and unmistakable moan got out, and the boy blushed in horrid embarrassment. Kelley was right; he wasn't like that. And Kelley never lied, but why was he allowing the boy to be so humiliated? Despite his shudders, squirms, and moans, despite his wanting, somewhere in some primal kinky part of his brain, he wanted Kelley to exert himself and dominate him, a quirky feeling that only humiliated him all the more so, despite all that, he was desperately wanting the boy to stop. But Kelley once more deep finger-fucked the virgin hole and then leaned in and put his face right up next to the confused, sexually-energized boy and put his hot mouth right up against Jeremy's ear and whispered: "Ethan's dick ain't a whole bigger than my finger," He pulled out and re-entered, eliciting another groan from the helpless boy - "Let my little brother fuck you tonight," Another pull out, a fake in, more out, and the all the way embedded, causing Jeremy to shuffle down and squeeze with his legs unconsciously to get more, "And I swear to you, I'll give you a whole day this summer with me, whenever you want, to do whatever you want." And then Kelley pulled back, giving Jeremy a slow fuck with his finger even as he was pulling it out. And just like that, Kelley got up and walked into the bathroom to clean up, which including a sudden and unexpected need to sit on the toilet. When he came back out and grabbed his clothes and began redressing, he couldn't help but smile. Ethan was out, asleep and probably having good dreams, but Jeremy was still a bit in shock, and his poor dick couldn't have been any harder, despite three mind blowing orgasms within the last hour. "Sounds like your mom coming home," Kelley said as a car pulled into the drive. "Remember what I said. Offer's good if you want it. Otherwise, our other deal stands. Nothing, not even your finger, goes in Ethan's hole until I say it's OK, which probably won't be too far away. See you later, Jeremy." "Yeah, sure . . . ." The boy managed to sit up on his bed, but still hard, and still stunned at what had passed, not only in the last few minutes, but the whole last hour. "Wait! You forgot your underwear!" Kelley looked back, gave a shrug and an embarrassed smile, and said, "My dad said it's a tradition at the White Party that the first Blue boy to get fucked by the host gives him his underwear as a trophy, or souvenir, or whatever. Supposedly I'm also supposed to sign them, or something like that. If you want that, you have to take me up on my second offer. If you don't want them, just let Ethan bring them home in the morning." Jeremy looked over at Ethan, who was already passed out on the bed, and then down at the blue briefs he had picked up in his hand. No way was he letting Ethan take those home. They were his. Kelley and Geoff said goodbye to Mrs. Cantrell downstairs and headed out, saving their awkward goodbyes until they got to the juncture of Spring Drive. "You sure you don't want to come back and get something to eat?" Kelley asked, though it was solely to be polite. He needed some distance right now, from everybody that had been in his ass. "We have plenty of food. You know my parents don't mind." "No, it's OK. Thanks, though. I better get on down to Uncle Michael's. Aunt Elizabeth will have enough left over for supper. She always does." "Ok. Cool." "Hey, Kelley, uh . . . . thanks. For everything. Just . . . . . . thanks. And . . . I guess . . . . . I'm sorry . . . . . you know . . . . . about it all . . . . to start with." Kelley nodded. It was over and it was done. He really didn't want to go over it again. But some part of Geoff felt like he still needed to explain something. "I guess I just needed---" "No, Geoff," Kelley said, interrupting and hopefully shortening whatever was to come. "It's cool. Don't . . . really, don't mention it. Your'e welcome, and I hope you had fun and all that. It's cool. Just, uh . . . . you know that was it, right?" "Oh yeah, totally," Geoff blushed. He had gotten the impossible. Whatever more he might want would have to be buried. Deep inside. "Uh, I hope this doesn't make things weird between us." Kelley couldn't help but laugh. How could things get any weirder? "Are you serious?" Even Geoff smiled and let out a short laugh. "Yeah, stupid question, I guess. Well, eventually at least." Kelley nodded his understanding. They would be OK. "Yeah, but maybe sooner than 'later,' probably. Just give me a couple days. I'll see you Monday at the water war." "Great! Sounds cool, and uh, one last time . . . . thank you for everything, Kelley! You know if there's ever anything I can do for you . . . ." Kelley smiled and held up one finger to stop the boy. "Actually, there is this one thing. You see, I actually know how your necklace works." "What? How?" "In my dad's office, when you were hiding this all from me, it . . . . uh . . . somehow, let me see exactly what it did." Geoff was quiet. He didn't realize that Kelley's abilities extended that far, but it made sense. If he was able to see through any deception or lie, then any deception, lie or hidden agenda would only serve to highlight the artificers or enablers of such deception. "So, um, what do you want?" "I want to know if you can make another one. Just a temporary one - for half a day. I know someone who could use it." Back at home it had been just Kelley and his parents for supper. After the day he had had he was a bit worried that they might be wanting to discuss his expectations and concerns of tomorrow, or to talk more about his short life as an Indian Springs bottom through the remainder of that weekend. He hoped they didn't. As far as he was concerned, it was all over after this weekend. Caput and no more, and he would go back to being the same Kelley Tucker that he was in May. They had no fear about Ethan. With Kelley around they could rest assured nothing would happen to either of their two youngest sons. It was Kelley's decisions and how those decisions would impact Kelley that caused them the greatest concern. Mercifully, however, his parents must have had decided that the subject had been exhausted over the course of the day, as indeed it had, and they had already discussed amongst themselves that at this point they would have to put their faith in their son and how they had reared him. They would need to trust that he could handle himself. As such, dinner went fairly well. It was nice, reduced to the three of them for a change. His dad felt he could go into greater detail on the work he and Kelley's mother were doing for the Indian Spring Community Integrity Association (the CIA) without boring Ethan and simply losing Ashton's attention. His mother talked about the art school near where she worked. She had decided to look into a short life drawing course that started in mid-July and was considering the idea of signing Malcolm up for it as well. That led them to talking about the 4th of July party and how Malcolm had been treated. Kelley was surprised that it had already made the rounds of several of the adults and that his dad was to speak about it with Cal's dad tomorrow when he dropped Kelley off. A few more things were discussed, like the water war at the Cormacks on Monday and the possibility of going Tuesday to the Carnival just setting up out at the County Fairgrounds. (Kelley had received a call from Tyler right after he had gotten in from the Cantrell's. Apparently Tyler had seen Selene Patros out at Chase's pool that afternoon and talked to her about the Fair before she left. He found out she was going with her friends on Tuesday; and that pretty much sealed it for Kelley as to when he wanted to go.) They also talked about the next weekend when Kelley, Ethan, and Ashton would all three go with the Cormacks to the New Jersey shore. "It's a 9 hour drive straight through," his mom said, "But I believe you will be stopping in Pittsburgh for a baseball game on the way there and then stopping off in Amish Country on the way back." "Oh cool!" "It's very nice of the Cormacks, so you boys be on your best behavior." "Mom." That was like telling fish to be sure to swim once they got in the water. "I know," she waved off his get-real look, "but I'm a mom, so I at least have to say it." Kelley was tired. He hadn't done much physically that day, aside from being fucked, and sucking dick, but he still drug himself upstairs after dinner, no longer looking forward to a single night to himself without his brothers, but just looking forward to a shower and bed. And despite how tired he was, he still needed to jerkoff like something fierce. He sat on his bed and pulled his socks off and laughed at the thought of being sleepy while simultaneously showering and jerking off. For some reason it just seemed funny. He lay back on his bed for a moment and stretched his muscles. It was ironic, he thought, but tonight would have actually been the perfect night for Casey to spend the night and own his ass. He had lucked out that the kid neither wanted anything to do with 'ownership' or the Mackey Rules, but was also too angry to take the offer of spending the night. Kelley was actually happy about that. He could repair the anger damage later. But tonight (he stretched) he was free. He was also asleep. "We had everything before us, we had nothing before us," 7:10 pm The Village of Sweetwater It was still a couple hours before sunset with mostly clear skies and cooler weather than the night before, and Ezekiel Prosper was a little too keyed up to stay inside and read like his mother had asked. Mimi and Jacob were still more than a bit freaked out by their discovery at 2 o'clock that morning, and they were more interested in Ezekiel staying close to home. "Mom, going out after eating won't make me a homosexual," Ezekiel said when she mentioned that maybe it was best if he stayed around the house after dinner. She was too embarrassed to respond to that; the pause allowed the boy to appeal to his dad to at least let him go up to the school to see if any of his friends were up there playing basketball. Fortunately his dad felt that was the healthier option. He took his bike and road up toward the school. On the way he passed, and stopped to talk to, Sherry Walther, Shane's twin sister. She was sucking on a Sonic soft drink, and Ezekiel felt a lurch in his groin as he watched those lips purse around the straw and suck it, drawing up the fluid within. He wondered briefly, as most boys do, what this girl thought about him as a boy among the other boys. It had been bothering Ezekiel just how much Shane might know, how much Randy may have told him, and if he had voiced anything to his twin sister, though he certainly wasn't about to test that out on Sherry right now. She was actually out looking for Shane, coincidentally; he left the house shortly after they got back from Sonic and after having received a phone call. She had a bad feeling in her gut. It was a twin thing, she said. "Hunh." Ezekiel said in some confusion. "Well, I don't know who called HIM, but your brother called ME a little while ago." "What did he say?" "I don't know, really. He called at the end of dinner, so we let it go to the answering machine. My mom listened to the messages after. She only said he called, wanted to talk to me, but didn't really say anything else." "It's weird. I hope he isn't in trouble." "I'll keep my eyes open for him," Ezekiel told her and watched as a lift in the breeze blew her hair across her face. "Thanks, Zeke. It's probably nothing, but tonight . . . . . it just doesn't feel right." Ezekiel sped off on his bike, past a few pieces of trash that were suddenly blasted across the street by a low wind. Sherry was pretty, but he found the whole twin thing a bit off-setting. He knew he wasn't the only guy in their class to think that, either. Besides, he preferred her friend, Julie Lowry, but then he had a thing for blonds. He was almost to the school and actually passing the Lowry house when he realized he had been having 'un-wholesome' thoughts about a girl the whole time. Ezekiel smiled. It felt good to have some casual proof that he was a ladies' man somewhere under that recent skin of boy lust. In fact, despite how he spent the afternoon, he didn't even clue in once to Nathan being a blond when he was thinking about blond girls he liked at school. He was feeling so much of a charge at that moment, as he was riding past the Lowry's, not knowing that Ian Cormack and Jack Lanham were at that moment in Julie's little brother's room. They were just about to trade Morgan off from Ian's to Jack's dick, but none of that was known to Ezekiel Prosper who kept on going down the street past the house. The wind had picked up some more, and looking up he saw that some darker clouds had moved in. A cooler breeze, whipping itself into a fury in pockets here and there, seemed to follow him down the street from the Lowry house. Ezekiel skidded to a stop in front of the school; a sudden sensation that he was being followed caused him to jerk his body around to look. But it was nothing but the wind. It almost pulled up to a complete stop, like it had been following the boy, but then blew past in a gust, taking several eddies of debris and trash and sticks across the front paved area of the school and skirting down the front of the building along the six classrooms that faced the street, the fifth of which had been Ezekiel's homeroom. The vortex continued down the pavement, dragging debris and throwing off a high pitch squeal of twisting winds. Instead of blowing off into the playing fields, it seemed to have turned the corner of the school, chased down the other side by a howling crosswind. "Oh, don't even think I'm following you around that corner." Ezekiel apostrophized to the slipstream. Was this the middle of June or Halloween? He no longer felt like playing basketball; he was starting to believe he should have stayed home. The temperature had dropped and the wind thrashing his hair had an angry menace to it and a cold biting undertone. It was still light outside, but the clouds above his head looked angrier, and the sounds of empty tunnels, vibrating high wires and uncaged ferocity did not belong in Sweetwater, which had no tunnels, high wires, or ferocious anythings. This wasn't a normal summer storm starting up. Ezekiel saw an abandoned bike in the bike rack. It wasn't uncommon, though, for kids to leave their bikes there, either because they forgot them or that their mom or dad had picked them up at the park on the other side, and they would get it the next day. The single bike on its own was creepy, but that wasn't making him nervous. Something else was. Something at the pay phone on the far end of the school caught his eye. He cursed himself for being stupid and not turning around and heading home, but he had to take a closer look. Ezekiel Dropped his bike next to the bike rack and slowly walked toward the phone. He didn't like this; and the closer he got, the less he liked it. The receiver was dangling off the hook and swaying. He hung it back up and looked down on the brushed steel shelf on the other side of the bulky pay phone and confirmed exactly what he was worried he would find. It was a Sonic drink cup, with a red straw poking out of it. The last time he had seen a straw like that, it was entering the tight sucking lips of Shane's sister. He wasn't liking this. He picked up the cup and rattled it. It was half-full of ice. Right at that moment, he heard a slamming sound, like a loose sheet of metal flapping in a strong breeze. Ezekiel knew that sound; his gut twisted as he recognized it. He knew what was down that side of the building. It was the gym. The school abutted a public park, with a greenway directly across. The outdoor basketball courts, where Ezekiel had been intending to go that night were back that way, if you went far enough; but first there was a door embedded in a broad expanse of brick, the only windows being high up and used for ventilation. It was the back door to the gym, and it was supposed to be shut and locked. He and Randy, back when they were actual friends, had found where the emergency spare key was hidden. They never told anyone and had snuck inside from time to time. Those fun times ended when Randy began sneaking Ezekiel inside so he could fuck the boy senseless while bending him over the bleachers of his own school gymnasium. Every time Zeke had PE in the last days of school, he would see those bleachers and know what happened on them, always living in fear that suddenly everyone else in his PE class would figure it out if they sat there, or if they somehow looked at the seats under a certain light. The return of those memories nearly paralyzed him in fear. But there was something else that made him even more fearful. He didn't hear the door anymore. It wasn't banging in the wind when he heard it; it was being used. Someone was going in and out. Now he knew he should run; but he looked back at that forlorn drink cup missing its owner, and he felt guilty for his cowardice. He stiffly moved, forcing himself to follow the strange and scary winds around the side of the building and see if Shane was there. Maybe Randy had told him about the key. Maybe Randy had told him about them, the sex. Maybe . . . . . there were a lot of maybes, Ezekiel realized. He had plenty of maybes. What he was short on were Shanes. Ezekiel took a deeper breath and let it out slowly. With more bold intent this time, he came up to the faded blue steel door and placed his hand on the latch. There was no one around, but he thought he heard noises inside. Ezekiel pressed his thumb down on the latch and gave the door a jerk. It was open. He quickly stepped inside to find the lower wall lights on and a grinning 17 or 18 year old sitting on the bleachers, looking at him like he was expected. "SLAM" Ezekiel jerked around to the sound. Another boy, this one older, had slammed shut the door he had just come through and was smiling as well, walking toward him. "You Zeke?" came a gruff question. It was as close to a greeting that he could realistically expect, given the ominous circumstances. "Yeah," his voice broke. He cleared his throat, but his voice still came out cracked and wavering. "I'm Zeke. Who are you?" "You told a fib, Shane. You said Zekey boy wasn't home. If you had been more honest, you wouldn't have had to take his place." The rough, scary looking older boy said this sarcastically, looking beyond Ezekiel with a sickening smile on his face. Ezekiel turned, fearful of what he would see, and sure enough, there was Shane, on his knees, cum dripping off his mouth, tears coming from his eyes, and another older teen holding him in place by a firm grip through his hair. He looked scared, and he looked sorry for trying to get Zeke here; but it didn't matter. Zeke had come by anyway, on his own, and now he was realizing he had to get out of there on his own. He couldn't take Shane. The only way to save Shane was to get out fast and get help. Zeke heard the older guy from near the door circle behind him, and he heard what sounded like metal being unsheathed. It was now or never; whatever he was going to do he would need to do quickly. Ezekiel suddenly bolted for Shane, but only about three steps before he reached him, he made a sharp left and ran straight for the door, barely dodging a reactive swipe from the guy with the knife. "Get'im, Pike! He's getting away!" Ezekiel took off through the door hard and through a glance back as he went. For some reason it looked like 'Pike', whoever he was, had stopped up short with an odd smile on his face, like he didn't need to chase him. So Ezekiel turned on the speed and hit the path outside the door to run as fast as he could, and he ran . . . . . WHAM . . . . straight into a wall. A soft, yet bony wall. Ezekiel bounced off whatever he hit and landed flat on his back with a thud and a groan. He looked up slightly dazed at the black and dark grey clouds swirling in above him and saw, over six feet farther up, the hard set face of a 19 year old street thug, pausing to light a cigarette. He was menacing and exuded evil beyond his years, but seemed infinitely patient in addressing the stunned boy on the ground. "Well, hullooozzZeke!" The gangster-looking wall of muscle finally said in a slightly sarcastic, friendly greeting, sharply cutting off with a pronounced 'k' that made Ezekiel's skin crawl. "Good of you to come by." Ezekiel's instincts told him he had run from horrible to worse and he started crawling backward to get away from this guy. But the man just squatted down, grabbed Ezekiel's fleeing ankle and jerked the whole boy back to him, like he was just a 10 pound bag of dirt or something. "Now, now, where do you think you're going?" The sound was far from pleasant, full of hate and malice, and he wasn't too sure if it came from the man or the venomous snake tattoo that traipsed across his face, from brow to ear to mouth. "We haven't had fun with you, yet." The guy's hand was now holding Ezekiel by his left hip, the fingers curving down like they were appraising his ass and the thumb venturing out dangerously close to his groin. And the look the guy was giving him - if Ezekiel had known the word 'lascivious' he could have used it, but for now all he could describe it as was 'creepy'. And disturbed. "Let me go! I'l-" Ezekiel couldn't finish what he was going to say as he was racked by coughing fits from the smoke that the guy blew into his face. "Shhh, shhh, shhhhh??. Now, you don't wanna go making me mad before I got me a good fuck to calm down with. You see, I just got outta prison this here afternoon after two long years, and I really need a GOOD fuck." "No . . . ." Ezekiel was shaking in fear, shaking his head, this couldn't be happening. Lightening doesn't really strike twice in the same place. "Oh yes, and of course, I hope you brought enough to share." The young man seemed 10 or 15 years older than he was and his laugh added a good few centuries on top of that. "Why me?" Came a very small, weak voice. Ezekiel was concentrating his hardest on trying to pull away, and was getting nowhere on that. The man didn't even look like he was putting up any effort. "Why you? Well that's a good question, Zeke, but I don't like boys that think too much. Remember that. You see, I guess I don't look it, but I'm only 19, so my exit processing was through the juvenile detention and processing center, owing to that being the place where I started this most recent journey through the penal system." The man paused to draw on the cigarette, though this time he blew the smoke elsewhere. "And I met someone while I was passing through that great and wonderful processing center. I was on my way out, and he was on his way in. And the looks of him, and what he was going in for, well, he looked like he needed protection. Ah hell, he definitely needed protection. And being still connected inside, I could help with that." "What's this have to do with me?" "Well, he realized that I could help him. Almost by sight he put it together." "So?" Zeke was still struggling, only partly paying attention. But what he heard next knocked everything out of him. "So, he had to pay for that help, didn't he? I needed a couple whores to start up my new life in LA." the snake man said, "For your sake, I hope your ass is as tight as your friend Randy said it was, cause you and Shane are comin' to Cali with me, Zekey." "We were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way-"