Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2006 07:51:07 +0100
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Ch. 04

Kids of Indian Spring
Chapter 04

You get to meet a few more kids in Indian Spring in this chapter, while
Kelley takes the rest of the day off to think about what he has just done -
put his mouth on the growing and hard cocks of two Mexican boys in the
hopes of getting a job. After slurping the heads, bobbing on the dicks and
drinking down their cum, the 12 year old boy, who only was doing it to get
a job, finds himself full of two boys' cum and no job. That's pretty hard
to take (excuse the pun) when you are just 12. So we'll let him rest a
little, and wrestle a little, with that knowledge and just follow Nathan
for the rest of the day. It's still Monday. Pretty long day for these two:


Monday,   12 June 1995   (same day)
3:20 pm

The boys headed back to Indian Spring after Kelley's crushing
disappointment with the two Mexican boys. He had gone to blow them both and
get a job. He needed the money, at least he genuinely felt he did, to
survive middle school and high school in an subdivision where 95-98% of the
other kids at school would be vastly more well-off than he would be. These
kids had clothes, bikes, video games, and other material comfort that he
couldn't even afford to think about. They could go to the movies more often
and, when there, afford drinks and popcorn. They could stop at the
convenience store when they rode bikes, could afford to be invited on ski
trips, would one day have cars, and on and on. More importantly, or perhaps
soon to be most importantly, they could afford to go on dates later in
school life. The other boys would be able to see girls and take them
out. Without money, he could never do anything. He didn't necessarily want
to be the same as them, or really even have all the same stuff, he just
wanted enough money to blend in, to be able to hang out and pay his own
way, and one day be able to ask out girls and pay for dates.

That last point turned out to be pretty ironic, as Kelley began going over
all of it in his head again. He wanted the money so that he would blend in
and not stand out as someone to be picked on, somebody that would not be
commented on rudely or snidely. And he eventually wanted to be able to get
girls. So what does he do? He gives two blowjobs to a couple of boys and
drinks down their cum so he can get a job to get money to be like one of
the guys and get girls. If it was someone else he might laugh and possibly
make comments about them.

Would he do that? He thought again about it. It doesn't matter, shaking his
head to himself.  'I may not can believe I did it,' he thought, 'but I
definitely did it, and it was all for nothing.'

He didn't get the job. He didn't read the fine print, as it were; or, more
to the point, he didn't listen to it. He remembers it now, though, big help
that is, after he has sucked two boys' dicks. He remembers Carlos saying
that if he came back he would have to get fucked for the job. Maybe he
didn't think of it at the time because who would mean such a thing when
they said it? What boy would even think about doing that to another boy? He
himself had never even thought about the dynamics of that reality until he
felt the thick head of Carlos' hard dick pressing against his hole. In
fact, part of him still felt like he could feel it. It felt a little like
there was something still pressing there, wanting him to open up. He was,
in fact afraid it just might. He needed a shower to wash that area off and
hopefully get rid of that feeling.

How could he have screwed up so badly, though? Still, he had known they
were serious about the blowjobs, so why wouldn't they be serious about the
fucking? And why the hell did he even consider taking them up on the offer
when he had thought it was just blowjobs?

But he did. It was too much to think about. He just wanted to go home. It
was still only just after 3 pm; but it was Monday, so his parents wouldn't
be in for another 2 1/2 hours. So he could just go sleep away some of the
afternoon without anybody asking questions. After a shower and some
teeth-brushing that is - which is what he decided to do, making his break
with Nathan without any formality and leaving his friend with an empty
afternoon. He felt a little bad for Nathan, but seeing how Nathan had
witnessed everything that happened today - he needed a break from his
friend, as well as from this warped reality that his day had become. He
also felt somewhat embarrassed having Nathan around him still. Nathan had
tried to speak to Kelley, but quit when he grumpily said that he didn't
want to talk.

Nathan was an only child, unlike Kelley who had two younger brothers, Ethan
who was 10 and a half and Ashton who had just turned 9 three days ago. In
fact Nathan was the only only-child of all the families who had kids in
Indian Spring. Not only that, but most of the other families had at least
three children, it seemed. Being an only child wasn't too unusual in
Sweetwater, but it was the absolute rarity in Indian Spring. This is a fact
that was, unfortunately, completely lost on Nathan's parents. There was no
encouragement to invite friends over - just the opposite, actually, since
Mr. and Mrs. Carlin preferred a quiet house. Nathan himself was more of an
accident, and his continued existence was debated frequently during the
early parts of the pregnancy, with neither Mr. nor Mrs. Carlin taking any
particular side.

He wasn't unloved or unwanted, so to speak, but definitely in a grey zone
and much happier at other kids' houses. He rode around the neighborhood
after parting with Kelley, wondering if he should see what some of the
Cormacks were up to. The Allens were on vacation (Greg had shown Nathan his
pubic hair before they left - that had actually been the highlight of his
month until seeing Kelley naked this morning, and that was a little
confused, or potentially ruined, by what had happened to him in the
afternoon). Greg was 13 and the only boy in his family, a family that had a
very strange tradition of celebrating their daughter's first
menstruation. Well, the Allens were a little strange in many respects. But
two weeks ago Greg had seemed especially proud of his growth so far, so
Nathan naturally just asked to see it. He was a little surprised but very
pleased that Greg had so readily complied. With Greg, though, it was much
more like watching a clinical lecture than anything else. For this
afternoon, though, Nathan turned right at the end of the road and decided
to see what the Cormacks were up to.

The Henway boys were outside their house shooting hoops with Jonah
Kemp. The older Jonah nodded toward Nathan when he said 'Hey guys!' as he
rode past. Ryan Henway smiled and waved back. Ryan was in the same grade as
Nathan and Kelley and a tough boy, one of those who would be one of the
more popular boys in school - All-American sort of guy. He was friendly
enough to everybody, but he knew he was a small step above. His little
brother Kyle, though, a year younger at 11 and 1/2, but nearly as tall and
close to as filled out, yet still skinnier, was more arrogant. He would be
the bully type if he had been bigger and a little more insecure. He looked
over and saw Nathan, but he gave no indication and went straight back to
playing basketball. Their sister was one of the girls most frequently in
Kelley's wet dreams and jerk-off sessions. And all three were VERY
good-looking in various ways - Julie like a woman-to-be, Ryan with his
boyish, yet masculine, handsome looks, and Kyle in a more impish/devilish
manner.

Nathan rode on, waving to the Jacobs' little kids on their tricycles and
hot wheels, saying hello to Mrs. Kemp talking with Mrs. Jacobs, getting
leisurely ignored by Stephanie Kearns and Stephanie Callas, and passing
Joey Vargas, who looked a little wet, going the opposite direction on his
BMX. He wasn't sure when Joey got that bike, but he knew the Vargas parents
were both aware of the social pressures that would be placed on the Indian
Spring kids and as well had a little bit more money to ameliorate some of
the more apparent differences.

Finally he came to the Cormacks, after even passing the street to his own
house, which had not even occurred to him. Now the Cormacks had a bunch of
kids. They were, or had been, very Catholic, but they had long ago made the
transition from the sin and hell kind to the moral humanism and social
justice variety. The effect was that their many kids had been raised in a
very open acceptance, but still all had a kind of strict moral fiber. They
were none of them bullies, liars, thieves, or hypocrites. They were
respectful to elders and kind to other people, but also devils on the
playing field. They didn't cheat in games, but they took competition
seriously, and you might feel the forces of hell were arranged against you
if they were stacked on the opposing team, especially with all that red
hair. Gerald was the oldest at 22, Faye was 20, Maureen was 18, James was
16, Connor 14, Duncan 12, Ian 10, though soon to be 11 in three months,
Katherine 9 in two days, and Patrick turned 8 a month ago. The Cormacks and
the Tuckers were good friends and very often found over at each other's
houses. It was one more aspect that always made Nathan feel like he was an
outsider, even in Indian Spring.

He pulled up outside the Cormack house and could already hear the
high-pitched voices of happy younger Cormacks out back. Nathan went out to
the backyard and saw a full-scale water battle in progress. Water guns,
water balloons and a hose were all involved at various points. Wet, dark
reddish-brown heads were everywhere. Nathan picked out the two younger
ones, Patrick and Katherine, and a couple of their friends, Stevie Vargas
and Halley Whitman. Two of the girls there were cousins of Duncan's, Jeanna
10 and Leigh Ann 13. He saw Ian and Duncan as well, each in the process of
lobbing a water balloon. They were all in swim trunks, the boys running and
ducking shirtless, though Nathan could see a couple of discarded T-shirts
nearby, so maybe it didn't start that way.

"Hey Nate, what's up?"

Nathan spun around and saw that even Connor, Duncan's 14 year old brother,
was in on the fun.

"Hey Connor. Hey Katie," adding the last part to the girl standing a little
behind Connor, Halley's oldest sister, 12 year old Katie. Even though they
were nearly the same age, Nathan always felt as though Katie was a year or
two older than him.

"Hey Nate. Where's Kelley?"

He and Kelley were often seen together, so it wasn't too unusual a
question. He often wondered how he lucked out being Kelley's best friend
instead of outside the loop again. "He isn't feeling too good. He's at
home," he replied looking around at the running kids. "Where's Brianna?" He
asked about the middle Whitman sister that he did not see in the games.

"She's sick too. Hey maybe she's got what Kelley's got!"

Nathan laughed a little at that thought and said, "I doubt it."

"What's so funny?" Katie asked.

"Oh," now he started blushing a little at what he knew, "uh, nothing."

"Well, sucks about Tucker," Connor said, "but you can join us if you want."

"Uh, sure. Yeah, that'd be fun. Am I gonna mess up the teams?"

"Well, there aren't really teams. It sort of started that way, but there
aren't anymore. You can have the gun Joey was using. He had to leave
early."

"Oh, that's why he was wet. I passed him on the way here."  Then that gave
him a thought: "Oh, I can't play like this."

"Why not?" Katie asked.

"My parents won't like it if I come back wet. It's kinda weird and I don't
know why, but they only want me swimming in swim clothes. They aren't much
on water fights either."

"Nate, they aren't going to know," Connor said.  "Just take off your
underwear and T-shirt and leave them inside. Those wind shorts will dry
fast afterward. I think we got an extra pair of wet shoes just inside the
door, too. Duncan got new ones last week, and Ian still can't fit in the
old ones."

Nathan was about to protest when Katie suddenly cut in, "Yeah Nate, come
on; it'll be fun." That did it. He realized he was being asked to be a part
of it; he always felt on the outside, so he wasn't going to pass on being
on the inside.

"OK, sure!"  He said with a big grin and began following Connor to the back
door.

"Great," said Katie.  "I'll go get Joey's gun."

Following Connor was when Nathan finally noticed the older boy's
swimsuit. Connor had been too close for him to look down when he was
talking earlier, not without the boy and Katie both noticing. All Nathan
could have told you at that point was that it was a white or mostly white
swimsuit. Now, he was watching the older boy walk away, and he could see
that it was all white. All white, and no liner. All white, thin fabric, and
no liner. All white, thin fabric, no liner, and . . . . . wet! Nathan
watched the independent movement of Connor's well-formed asscheeks
coordinating his boyish but purposeful stroll to the back door. The fabric,
wet, clung to the cheeks highlighting their curves, ample fullness, and the
slightly darker crack that separated the two mounds. He could see the color
of the boy's flesh coming up through the shorts and ascension of the crack
from where it began in the folds of fabric between his moving legs and
ending about the same place the low slung shorts ended at the waist. Even
the doubled over fabric at the hem allowed tantalizing visions of flesh.

Before he knew it they were at the back door. He heard "Watch your step,"
and saw Connor start to turn just as he was looking up. His face was
flushed but he tried not to look down as he walked through the screen
door. Connor came in after him and quickly bent down to grab some
wetshoes. Oh what an incredible boy's ass that was.

"Go ahead and take your clothes off. Just put your shorts back on after,
and you can use these wetshoes. We've used them at the pool sometimes, and
we're supposed to use them whenever we go down to the Crazy Indian to swim,
you know, because of glass and everything else our mom thinks is down
there. But we don't hardly ever wear them, except just to walk down
there. Mostly we just use them around here when mom and dad are gone, and
we can have some water battles."

The whole time Connor is going on about the shoes, Nathan is willing
himself not to look at the boy's incredibly beautiful body, his ruddy
complexion, the freckles on his face, and then, down lower, heaven only
knows what is showing if the backside gave the view it did. Nathan had
started getting hard watching that incredible ass molded in the wet fabric,
but he didn't now want to look like a dweeb, a queer dweeb, just as he was
being asked to take part in the battle - and being paid attention to by the
older participants, as well. So he just started to strip off while Connor
went on about the shoes. He stripped off his shirt and tossed it up onto
the washing machine nearby. Then half turning his back to Connor he pulled
up one shoe unlaced it and took it off, then the other. Immediately after
came both socks. Connor had finished talking by this point and moved around
from the screen door to the deep freeze across from Nathan. This had the
effect that when Nathan just decided to take his chances with being laughed
at for having a semi and pushed down his shorts and boxers together and
bent to take them off, he was at eye level with the wet crotch of Connor's
white see-through shorts.

"Whoa!"  was his first reaction.  "Wow!" was his second.

"What?"  asked Connor.

"Uh, your uh," and Nathan just pointed to finish his statement. He could
see almost right through the wet material that clung like a second skin to
his tightly drawn-up scrotum and bunched-in balls, wrapped around his limp,
but not shriveled, dick that hung heavily off to his left in the wet
fabric, which was matted down against his reddish brown pubic hair. Even in
this light, Nathan could tell the reddish hue from the dark area spreading
out at angles an inch and a half from the line above his root.

"Oh yeah," said Connor, looking down himself, "Cool, isn't it?"

"Connor, it's awesome."  Ooops. That slipped out unintentionally. "I mean,
uh, . . . ."

"No, it's cool Nate. Duncan said the same thing. And Jeanna did too the
first time it happened at their place. It was Katie's idea for me not to
where any underwear again. She likes it. Don't worry, though," he
continued, nodding toward Nathan's crotch, "your shorts are red so they
won't show anything, even that."

Nathan looked down. Oh shit, he had gotten hard and had been standing there
this whole time like that.

"Oh, hey Nate!"  They heard at the screen door.  "It's you. I heard
somebody else came to take Joey's place."

Nathan looked and saw a girl's face pressed to the screen, hands shielding
her eyes from the sun so she could see in. It was Jeanna, one of Connor's
cousins.

"Hey Jeanna."  Nathan replied numbly.

"Jeanna," said Connor, "we'll be right out. Go tell Ian and Duncan that
Nate's here."

"OK."  And she was gone.

"Oh, double shit!"  Nathan thought (and said) out loud, "she saw me boned!
And naked!"

Connor laughed. "Dude, so what? Don't worry about it. She's seen Duncan and
Ian the same way. Probably Patrick too. And she's seen me naked. And James,
at least once."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Maybe her brother Scott, too, but I don't know. I haven't seen him
naked in like two years. Leigh Anne has, though. She said I got way more
hairs down there than him. Hurry up and put your shorts on, we're missing
the game."

Nathan did just that and Connor asked him, "Hey, why did you say 'double'
shit?"

"Oh. Because I got hard looking at you."  A terrified look came into his
eyes and he hurriedly tried to correct himself, "No! I mean, uh, in front
of you. I meant."

Connor just laughed and said, "So what Nate? Don't be so uptight. Come on
we're missing the game. You know how to handle this kind of Super Soaker?"
He asked, as they came out the screen door and Katie handed him Joey's gun.

"Yeah, I can figure it out. Joey won't care?"

"Nahh. He'll be cool about it. If the little runt Stevie says anything
about it, Ian will take care of him. Put your wetshoes on so we can start."

Ian, at this point had walked up, along with Duncan, Jeanna, Katherine and
Leigh Anne. Nathan sat down on the ground to put his shoes on forgetting
the effect his windshorts had in showing the world what was in his crotch.

"Man, he's as bald as me, and he isn't much bigger either!" He heard Ian
say.

"Ian!!"  He heard someone yell in a sharp tone. Nathan looked up and saw
Ian pointing down the leg of the red wind shorts Nathan was wearing.

"Well he isn't! I thought maybe he'd look more like Duncan than me."

Nathan looked down at his own crotch and realized everybody could see up
either leg of the loose wind shorts, but before he could smooth them down
and shut off everybody's view, he felt several rapid blasts of cold water
hit his cock and balls as Ian unloaded his own Super Soaker up the boy's
open shorts leg.

"Aaagghh! That's cold."

Everybody started laughing at that and Ian yelled out "That should take
care of your boner, Nate!"

Before Nate could get either embarrassed or angry, he looked up and saw
Leigh Anne depants Ian and yell "What about yours Ian??"  before running
off.

Even Ian laughed at this, and, instead of pulling up his shorts right away,
he began firing his Super Soaker (which must have had additional battery
power) at everyone else standing around laughing. They all took off, with
the game back in full swing. Nathan, still sitting on the ground was
looking at the brazenness of Ian, hard short dick swaying in the wind for
anybody to see and not caring at all. Ian turned back around, and Nathan's
first thought wasn't actually a lustful one, but an evil, and very fun
one. In one swift movement, he picked up his own Super Soaker by his side
and fired in rapid succession hitting the hard dick and tight nuts of the
10, almost 11, year old in front of him. Ian tried to back up and run, but,
obviously forgetting that his trunks were down around his lower legs,
tripped and fell backward.

Nathan heard somebody yell "Good one Nate!!"  from somewhere, and he jumped
up to run, shooting Ian a few more times on the way. The game continued as
it had for awhile from before he got there - no real sides., He was so
engrossed in the game he really did forget about having been hard, having
been seen by everybody, and having had it pointed out by Ian. In fact, he
didn't care. It was obvious no one else did, and he was having more fun
than he had had in years that he could remember. Within 15 minutes he was
as soaked as the rest of them running around the huge lot.

Most of the homes in Indian Spring were like that, sitting on huge lots
with a third or more of them backing up onto lands belonging to the State
Forest. They weren't allowed to have fences, except for smaller enclosed
dog runs, so the yards made excellent areas for hide and seek, tag, war
games, or whatever, for any number of kids. With the exception of Nathan's
own house, having kids' playing grounds, forts and tree houses were the
rule more than the exception in Indian Spring. While running for cover from
a concentrated attack by the girls, some of whom would deliberately aim for
the crotches of the boys, he heard his name being called. It was Duncan
peaking over a wall of stacked firewood stretching out from a tree. Nathan
ran around the tree and ducked behind the log wall.

"Hey, Nate! What's up?" said Duncan, though he didn't wait for a
response. "Follow me." And he took off for an old gazebo out on the side
yard some ways back behind the garage house at the end of the drive. They
rounded the gazebo with the girls following behind and now taking up the
vacated woodpile as cover.

"They're going to come around in a second for an all out attack," Duncan
said, relaxing on the steps of the gazebo.

"But I'm out of water," Nathan said, but he didn't care as much about that
at the moment as he was concentrating on something else. He was looking at
Duncan's crotch now. The medium blue swim trunks had a lace up front and
with a yellow top band. The shorts had a noticeable bunched bulge, like a
small ball had been shoved down the front of his shorts. It must have been
that his penis was more shriveled from the cold water and resting on top of
a pulled-in scrotum. It was obvious that this made the bulge rather than a
turn in the fabric like you see in jeans because of the stretch on the
fabric going down either side of the bulge. It was where the wet fabric
would have molded to the curve of the scrotum had the material been as
light as Connor's.

"Too bad it's not see-through like Connor's, huh." Duncan said.

"Huh?" Nathan looked up, his thoughts interrupted, to see the other boy
unexpectedly looking back at him. The day's events must have obliterated
his inhibitions. He didn't even know what he was doing; he just said, "Oh,
yeah. But it's still cool."

Duncan didn't even react to Nathan's comment. He just lifted himself up a
little to and looked out over the floor of the gazebo to see what the girls
were up to. Nathan shifted his attention back to Duncan's ballsack. He so
desperately now wanted to reach out and cup it. Instead he just asked,
though while still regarding the boy's full and accentuated wet crotch,
"What are we going to do? Do you have any water in your gun?"

"No, but I got a surprise."  He put a finger to his lips and got up off the
stairs. Two of the stairs were hinged and when he lifted them up there were
about 20 water balloons inside. "I made this. It's a secret hiding
place. So don't tell anybody," he said lifting balloons out of the space
and making a row of artillery. He had put them in before the game had even
started, knowing that his two younger brothers were talking about the
possibility of a water war late last night.

"Dunc, that's awesome!"  Nathan said, looking down at the 15 balloons that
they had pulled out along with a balloon launcher, leaving the rest in the
secret storage.

They waited only a few more minutes, as the girls came around the
gazebo. They had seen the boys stop firing and figured they were out of
water, but they were in for a surprise as they rounded the corner. The boys
rapidly hand-fired 8 of the balloons into the girls before they were able
to come to a stop, recoup after the screaming, and turn tail and run. They
got another 3 balloons off as the girls went on the run. Then the two boys
started to use the launcher. Two of those launched found their targets and
caused a whole new round of good-natured screaming. Their actions caught
the attention of the others, and they saw Patrick point at them from the
back of the house. His little brother was standing next to a wagonful of
grenade balloons.

"Time to go," said Duncan. He quickly tossed the launcher back under the
steps, since no one was around to see it, and the two boys took off for the
woods.

"That was so awesome!!"  Nathan was elated at the turn of the game at that
moment. The two had found a temporary refuge behind some brush just inside
the woodline and a leftover part of a fallen tree, the rest having long ago
made it to either a fireplace or woodpile.

"Shhh! Not so loud, Nate. We gotta hang out here a moment until Patrick and
Stevie run down their ammunition some. And then we got to get back to a
hose or someplace to refill our guns. And I'd really like to know where Ian
got off to."

Nathan looked on at the wet bulge before him in Duncan's crotch. His lost
inhibitions were still below surface, thanks largely to the inertia of the
last thrill, and he asked Duncan straight-out, "Can I see your hair,
Duncan?"

"Uh, sure." And Duncan leaned forward so Nathan could look at his head.

Nathan laughed and said, "No. Your other hair."

"Oh," Duncan smiled and leaned back, resting his arms behind his
head. "Yeah, sure. I figured you wanted to see more than that."

The first thing that caught Nathan's eye, though, were the few soft and red
hairs under the boy's arm. They were slightly brown, as was Duncan's body,
more so than his brothers, but still obviously a red head. Nathan ran his
hand through one of the clean armpits softly. He did indeed have fewer
freckles than Connor and, as Nathan continued his visual and tactile
exploration downward, he saw fewer muscles in Duncan's arms and stomach
than Connor, but still more than himself. The stomach was still smooth, no
hair there, and still the same soft skin. Unblemished and not even
ticklish, although looking down further Nathan could see his play was
having some effect on Duncan's excitable region. There was unmistakable
stirring. Nathan began loosening the strings to the swim trunks and opened
them up, pulling the front downward to reveal a thin furry reddish-brown
area of soft, long pubic hairs laying just above the penile root. He put
his nose down amongst the patch, nestled it in and took one and a half deep
breaths before coming back up. He really liked this, he finally admitted to
himself.

The blond boy slid his hands behind the red-headed boy and passed his
fingers under the waistband. He slid his hands down, palming the buttocks
while simultaneously pulling the swim trunks down as well. Once the trunks
were down to where the boy's nuts were clear of the waistband. Nathan slid
his hands back up to grasp firmly a hold of a buttock in each hand and bent
down to kiss the crinkled and hairless scrotum. The nutsack tasted good as
he gave a tentative lick and began to suck first one ball in and then the
other. He was mimicking the actions of his friend Kelley from earlier that
day. And this boy was liking it as much or more so than Ruben had, given
the squirming, the moaning, and the pressure he was creating on Nathan's
head, pulling him in while caressing his hands through the wet hair.

It was harder with wet hair than dry, but neither boy had enough experience
to know that, and it would not matter at this point as neither would want
to stop for any reason. Eventually, from signaling by Duncan's hands and
being drawn by his own lust, Nathan moved up to take the boy's dick in his
mouth. He slobbered and sucked on the knob and then one, then two, inches
of shaft. He was hungry for it and salivating like crazy. He would have to
tell Kelley that he was right - Duncan would let him. He would tell him
after he'd had time to forget his own recent, and for Kelley, unwanted
encounters, though.

Meanwhile, Nathan's bobbing on the dick that was slightly longer and
slightly fatter than Kelley's increased with speed and fervor, as did the
squirming and moaning of the boy under his control. It was quick though;
just too much for Duncan, and he tightened his grip on Nathan's head and
fucked three more forceful entries, each punctuated by a loud "uuunnggh"
before blowing an immensely large amount of cum into the boy's
mouth. Nathan swallowed this with relish, noting that it was sweeter than
Kelley's, but with a side taste of something . . . . . roasted, almost. He
swallowed the second much smaller load keeping it on the tongue to join it
with the third spasm, but was suddenly interrupted as a water balloon
crashed against the back of his head. He heard two more crashes and as he
lifted his head up got another one straight in the forehead.

"Woohoo! Yes!! We got them. Nice one Joey!"  It was Ian's voice no doubt,
and Duncan was already yelling at him and trying to pull up his shorts
before Nathan cleared his vision and his senses from the water balloon
attack. He heard Ian laughing and Joey, who apparently had come back,
whooping while running away after Ian. He saw Duncan crash through the
brush, and he got up too to follow them. As he got to the back of the
house, he saw and heard a triumphant Ian just blurt out to anyone that
might be listening, which at that moment fortunately did not include the
little kids, that he busted Duncan with water balloons while Nathan was
busy sucking on his dick. He told the others that he got them completely by
surprise.  "And, damn, but Duncan sure liked fucking Nate's mouth. Sounded
like it at least."

Nathan's fear meter got switched back on now. What had been off for the
whole time he had been in their backyard was now going rapidly deep into
the red. It was made even worse when he heard Joey Vargas fake a sneeze
with the word "cocksucker" under his breath. He then followed it with "Oh,
excuse me, must be my allergies." This got a few chuckles, but instead of
devastating Nathan, he was put to ease immediately when Duncan jumped in:

"Right, Joey, like Ian hasn't fucked your ass back in those woods at least
three times this month."

"What? He has not!"

"Yeah I have," said Ian automatically, when he suddenly realized that was
the wrong response.  "I mean, uh, no I haven't."  It wasn't very convincing
and the funniness of the whole confession made everybody laugh, even Joey
cracked a big smile.

Joey looked around him then like he was looking for somebody and told the
group, "Hey, uh, don't tell Stevie about that, OK?"

"Of course we wouldn't," said Connor, and a couple of the girls made the
motion of zipping their mouths closed, locking them, and then throwing away
the key.

"Well," Duncan began, "I think that since three of us have been completely
embarrassed, some righteous justice is deserved!"

"Yeah!" Joey began clapping his hands.

Connor just shrugged and said, "Sounds fair."

Katie smiled broadly, and Ian just went pale. He looked like he might bolt
any second, which is exactly what he tried, except his next oldest brother
was still just a little bit faster, and he had anticipated the flight, so
an instant replay would have shown him to be the first in motion. The very
rapid end result was 12 year old Duncan pinning 10 year old Ian to ground
and telling Joey to secure his legs. He told Jeanna to bring him the glass
of ice water he noticed on the table near Connor. At this point Ian really
began to howl and try to twist about, but Duncan, Joey, and now Leigh Anne
held him fast. Obviously Ian knew what was coming though Nathan still
hadn't figured it out.

Then as Duncan put a thumb down his howling little brother's trunks and
pushed them down mid-thigh, and scooped some ice from the drink in Jeanna's
hand, Nathan figured it out. But surely they wouldn't!!!

They would. Joey parted his twisting friend's asscheeks, and Duncan put the
first piece of oblong ice against Ian's hole and pushed it straight on
through with little resistance aside from the bucking that was now going
into overdrive. Joey struggled to keep a good hold of Ian's asscheeks and
they somehow got a second one in, and this one was soon followed by a third
and a fourth.

""OK, That's enough Duncan," Connor said.

"Oooohhh," went moan of disappointment that, surprisingly, came from both
Duncan and Katie at the same time, although Katie was just an observer in
this. Nevertheless, Duncan ceased his attack on his little brother and the
three of them let go of Ian on the count of three. Ian tried to scramble up
and into the house quick as he could, but once again tripped on his own
shorts. This brought another round of laughter by both the older kids and
the younger ones who had been attracted back to the house by all the noise
Ian had been making.

This time, however, instead of trying to pull up his shorts, Ian just
pulled them off and took off into the house, headed for the nearest toilet.

"Remember when me and James did that to you Duncan?"  asked Connor.

"Yeah that was funny," Duncan replied flatly and insincerely.

Patrick's question, though: "You aren't ever going to do that to me, are
you?"  set off a whole new round of laughter.

The little kids ran off again before too long, and Nathan, Connor, Katie,
Joey, Duncan, Jeanna, and Leigh Anne sat down at the picnic table.

Jeanna broke the conversation by asking Nathan, "So did you really go down
on Dunc?"

"Yeah, did you dunk him, Dunc?" asked Connor.

Everybody laughed. Nathan heard Joey exclaim, "Hell yeah, he did. Duncan
was bucking into him going 'ungh, ungh,' and Nate sucked it all down too;
right before I pegged him on the back of the head."

To cover Nathan's growing discomfort - he wasn't sure he really knew this
family at all - Duncan turned to Joey and asked him, "So what about you,
did you like it when Ian did a Roto-rooter on you?"

More laughter, but Joey just waved it off, a good-natured face with an
underlying unsure one, "Nah, he's not that big. I let him stick it in me,
but I'm bigger than he is."

"So why did you let him stick it in you?" asked Connor.

"Um, I don't know."

"You don't know?"

Katie interjected, before Joey could say I don't know again, "So, Joey, did
you like it?"

"Uh, yeah I guess. I mean, I didn't 'like it' like it, but it wasn't real
bad. Just feels kind of weird when it's down there and when it's moving
around."

"How many times has he done you, Joey?" Jeanna asked.

Joey looked a lot more uncomfortable with Jeanna asking any questions, but
he still felt compelled to answer for some reason.  "Uh, five. Well, once
was twice; he just stayed in me. So I guess six times, sort of."

Connor leaned forward and asked again, "OK, sorry, but now why was it you
let him do this?"

"I don't know. He just talked me into it. I may be older and a little
bigger, but he's . . . . well, I don't know."

"Sounds like Ian." Connor and Duncan both said in unison.

"Yeah," continued Joey, "Well after the first time it was just easier to
let him do it again. Like I said, I don't know why. I don't, like, 'like'
other guys or anything."

"Will you let me?"

"What?"

Duncan repeated his question in the astonished silence at the table.  "Will
you let me? Can I talk you into it?"

"Right now?"

"Yeah."

"Here?"

"In the woods."

"Uh . . ."  There was a long pause in this. It was as though Joey had no
idea what to do. Nathan himself wasn't sure what he would say. He was
pretty sure he would say 'no' being asked in front of all these people. Or
would he after today? He continued thinking about his own self when he
heard Joey's answer.  "Um, OK. I guess."  And he finished it off with a
non-committal shrug.

Now this was weird, Nathan thought. He doesn't even like guys. All Duncan
responded was: "Cool. Let's go before Ian gets back."

"OK."

With that the two of them got up and started walking down to the woods. Ian
walked out of the house with a piece of pizza in his hand, still naked as a
jaybird and hard as well.  "Hey guys, mom's home. There's pizza for
supper. Hey, where's Joey and Dunc going?"

"Where do you think? Duncan's going to try your friend's butt out."

"Oh sweet. He's gonna like it."

"You let your mom see you like that?" asked Nathan.

Ian shrugged and said, "She just got mad at me cause there's girls
around. I told her they're just my cousins. . . "

Ian just shrugged again, completely unconcerned what anybody thought. The
red headed boy just took another bite of pizza and said while he chewed,
"Anyway, she said it don't matter. That I shouldn't be going around naked
when there's ANY girls around and for me to put some clothes on."

"So how come you're still naked?"

"Cause my shorts was out here."

There was general laughter around the table, and Ian kept attacking his
slice of pizza. Nathan was thinking about Duncan and Joey in the woods and
then heard the screen door opening.

"Nathan, sweetie," he heard Mrs. Cormack say. "Your mom called and said for
you to come on home."

Ian's eyes went wide with fright in mid bite on his pizza, which was now
down to the crust. The reason for the sudden fear came next as
Mrs. Cormack's eyes settled on him. In a voice that seemed to be ten times
louder than the nice voice, and ringed with steel, and edged with bared
teeth, Nathan heard:

"IAN JOSEPH LANHAM CORMACK!!! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT PUTTING ON SOME
CLOTHES?"

Ian turned and opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off.

"Get your delinquent butt back in this house before I make it any redder
for you!!" This same person then turned to Nathan and sweetly said to him,
"Nathan dear, you come along too. Connor, where's your brother?"

"Uh, which one, mom?"

"Where is Duncan?"

"He's down in the woods with Joey."

"Well go get him. Tell him it's supper time and to come home right
now. Tell Joey I've already sent Stevie home and his mom is looking for him
too. Katie, dear, Halley is spending the night with Katherine, but you are
welcome to stay for supper."

"Thank you, Mrs. Cormack."

"You're welcome, now you and Leigh Anne and Jeanna come inside and get some
food. Connor Francis Kiernan Cormack, was there anything about what I said
that made you think I did NOT want it done right away?"

"Yes, ma'am!"  Connor jumped up and took off running for the woods. It
didn't matter if it was soft or loud, when all four of your names came out
of Elizabeth Cormack's mouth, it meant only two things: either something
bad could very well happen to you in the next couple of moments, or
something bad very well WOULD happen to you in the next couple of
moments. And sometimes the softest ones were the scariest ones. Don't
provoke an Irish temper, especially when it's been blended with a little
Scotch. Though mostly still Irish.

As Ian went past his mother into the house, he picked up his shorts where
he had left them earlier and thrown them in the dryer, along with Nathan's,
who he had convinced to take off and put in with his own. Nathan was going
to quickly dress in his boxers, except the girls came in before he
could. So he kept his backside to the washer and cupped both his hands over
his nuts and penis. The girls looked down at the smooth skinned 12 year old
blond boy with short hair and an embarrassed face and giggled as they went
past. Nathan just stared up at the ceiling and reddened more. Ian never
even covered up, just nodded to the girls as they went past.

"Oh, why are you both naked, now?"  Mrs. Cormack said as she came in and
shut the door.

"I'm drying my trunks. And Nate's shorts."

"Your trunks go in the bathroom downstairs with the other wet swim clothes,
you know that. And Nathan can dry his own clothes at home."

Nathan kept the front part of himself covered and wished he could shrink
away like some parts of him were already doing. Ian answered his mom, "No,
he can't, mom. His mom and dad will yell at him if he comes back wet."

That wasn't exactly true, but Nathan didn't want to open his mouth in front
of this woman at this particular time. And he was keeping his backside
pressed to the washer.

Mrs. Cormack looked at Nathan with a mixture of frustration and some pity.
"Are these your clothes, Nathan?"  She reached behind him and picked up the
underwear and t-shirt from off the washer top where he had left them.

"Yes ma'am."

"All right. I'll tell your mother you're going to eat supper with us.  Ian,
take those clothes out of the dryer and put them on top of the washer. I'll
do a load real quick and put these in with them. Nathan put your socks up
there, too; and the shoes, dear, don't go in the middle of the floor. Put
them against the wall over there with the others. And take off those
wetshoes and put them outside."

Nathan was struggling to do all of this and still keep himself covered with
one hand. Ian was watching amused, until a sharp quick slap on his rear got
his attention. His mother still wasn't happy with him, and he took that
slap to mean 'Stop staring at that poor boy and get those shorts out of the
dryer like I told you,' which, of course, is exactly what it did mean.

Mrs. Cormack reached up on a shelf and pulled down two towels.  "Put these
on before you two go into the house proper. Ian take Nathan up to your room
and find clothes of yours and Duncan's that will fit him, and then you stay
up there for the rest of the evening. You're going to bed early."

"Mom!"  Ian started, but a look from her shot out like a warning. Still, he
finished, "I've only had one piece of pizza, and I'm real hungry." That
actually changed everything.

Historically, the Cormacks, the Lanhams, O'Shaunessy's and other family
groups in their ancestry had come over to America during the potato famine
where so many of their children and other relatives had died. Since that
time, none of the descendants were ever, and I mean EVER, allowed to go
hungry by their families. It was a peculiar feature that was passed down
from generation to generation as a matter of course.  "All right, then you
two wrap up in these towels and come in the kitchen and get something to
eat. But you are going upstairs right afterward, demon child, do you
understand me?"

"Yes ma'am." He couldn't help but smile. It infuriated his mother, but she
loved it secretly.



While all of this was going on, Duncan was looking down at the smooth ass
of the boy bent over before him in the woods. The mellow ass was in that
transition from slightly chubby boy's ass to a muscular teenage ass -
exactly the kind of ass that you would expect to see in a perfect specimen
of early pubescence such as Joey Vargas. The boy was only 11, but he was on
par with Nathan in development. Ian too was probably going to be an early
bloomer, but he was still four months younger than Joey, and that was a big
difference at this age. Duncan ran his palms down the boy's smooth plump
cheeks with his thumbs traveling down the crack. It gave Joey shivers as he
grabbed hold of the limb before him, feeling this motion and the light
caress down the edges of his crack and knowing what was about to happen to
him.

Duncan continued down the crack with his thumbs slowing to a stop near the
junction with the legs. He pushed his thumbs in a little farther, getting a
quiet sigh from Joey. He leveraged his thumbs and pulled apart Joey's
cheeks revealing perfectly the tight brownish muscular pucker inside the
valley. Joey sucked in some air as he felt the relative coolness of the
outdoor breeze on his hole. Knowing that another boy was staring down at it
put some butterflies in his stomach as he was standing there bent over the
limb of another part of the fallen tree, and his dick began to fill and
rise.

"Wow. That's beautiful," Duncan said looking down at the slightly pulsing
anal portal in front of him. His own dick was jumping up in response.

"Uh, thanks."

"No really, Joey.  I love it."  He had never really looked upon another
boy's butthole. He had never really thought of it as a portal to another
pleasure zone, despite knowing what Ian had been doing with it. It was a
beautiful sight. He could see in his mind his bulging head pushing open
that tensed sphincter as it pushed on through to have the back door love
muscle collapse back, grab a hold, and run pressure down the sensitive side
of his dick. But first he just wanted to look. It was a beautiful sight. He
knew it wasn't a very boyish thing to say, but he definitely meant it.

On the other hand, Joey knew it wasn't a very boyish thing to like to hear,
but inside he felt a rise in his anticipation. He was looking forward even
more to the actual penetration. He was also more willing to admit it now
than before with Ian. He still didn't know why he let Ian start doing this
to him, but lately he had started anticipating and even looking forward to
the moment of penetration when he would feel Ian's boyhood slide into him
and the boy would put his hands on his hips and proceed to claim his ass,
much like planting a flag. He loved it, though he didn't really admit it
any until now, and now only slightly with some self-embarrassment. Still he
never sought it out. It was always at Ian's unprompted request. Right now
though he was eagerly awaiting the dull pressure against his asshole, that
slight pressure like a tensed ramming rod about to push open the resistant
gates that are actually begging to be pushed against and penetrated.

And he waited for that feeling, getting harder and hornier and more
breathless. But while he was waiting, Duncan was captivated. He kept
staring at that wrinkled wonder, occasionally glimpsing the barest of
openings like an invitation. More than an invitation, Joey's position, his
soft squeezable melons under his hands, the rounding curve of the tightly
drawn up and wrinkly boysack hanging like a barely suspended pendant below
that reflexed hole that was pulling him in was a begging more than just an
invitation. It was a strong pull, but he wanted to see it more on-level and
he kneeled down behind the bent-over boy who was just a bit more than a
year younger than himself.

Joey kept waiting and felt a shift behind him. He looked to the side behind
him and saw Duncan lowering to his knees, still holding the cheeks open
with his hands and thumbs and staring at his waiting hole. But it was no
longer just his hole that was waiting but the desire to feel the older boy
deeper inside him. Maybe he would feel his cum when it came, unlike with
Ian.

He felt the hands release his cheeks. One slid down and began to caress,
first with one finger and then the whole hand, the roundness and fullness
of his complete nutsack.

"I like your nuts from behind, Joey. It's pretty cool."

"Thanks. That feels good."

The hands slid backup to where they were before, the thumbs went into the
crack and rubbed softly at the topmost fold of anal tissue that made the
sphincter. Then Joey felt his ass gently pulled back open so that he was
once again on view. He looked between his legs and saw the very hard dick
that supposedly was going to go up his rectum at some point and the small
nestle of reddish-brown hairs above it - hairs that proclaimed that this
older boy would be able to implant him with his own seed and leave a load
in his behind.

He did really like the fact that Duncan was so interested in his
butthole. He felt kind of weird that he thought that, but he couldn't help
it. He had always looked up to Duncan, and here he was thinking Joey was a
cool kid, or at least part of him. Still, he was about to say something
about putting it in him, when all he got out was "Oooh, ah oooh man. That,
ooh boy, that feeeelsss, ohhhh man . . . . "

Duncan had taken another look at the hole waiting for him, but he couldn't
help leaning forward and sucking the back of the young scrotum into his
mouth. He mouthed and sucked hungrily on the boy from behind. Just as
suddenly, Joey felt the mouth leave his scrotum. His senses so heightened
he felt he would come any second himself. Then he felt it. He felt the dull
constant pressure of a dick now at rest on his anus. His hole had opened
partially such that if the dickhole really was a third eye then it would
see straight up into the pleasure room of one Joseph Killian Vargas. The
pressure increased and the already greased dick began to slide in,
stretching pleasurably the muscle guarding the entrance and allowing
passage of the hot and hard flesh.

Duncan slowly sank in all the way. It was all he could do not to come,
especially as he felt the strong spasms in Joey's ass and the desperate
moaning sounds of a boy in ecstasy. Duncan grabbed a hip and a shoulder,
pressed in hard and rode out the waves of Joey's orgasm until it began to
subside. Only then could he start to pull out and sink back in. Not that
Joey noticed the start of this as he was in a small state of post-orgasmic
bliss and confusion.

He was distantly aware of a comfortable stretch in his anal region, varying
slightly with the friction of some warm movement in and out of his
bowels. In and out. In and out. In and out running back and forth over the
stretch of his back gate. It was Duncan's moans of impending orgasm that
were the noise of the moment drowning out the recovery breaths of the boy
bending over in front of him, letting him have his way with the hot and
welcoming rectum. The warm smooth enclosure was massaging the increasingly
sensitive hard pistoning dick.

Joey managed to get out through his ragged breaths and "unngh"s of impact:
"You're stretching . . . . me . . . . . more than . .
. . Ian. . . .. Feels . . good."

"Just think how much I can stretch it."

"Huh? Connor? What are .. . unggh . . . .doing here . . . . unngh?"  Joey
managed to grunt out in surprised response to the sudden voice.

Duncan, however, had barely registered his older brother's presence. He was
too far gone and soon began coming immediately.

"Oh man, I can feel your cum hitting inside me. That's so cool. Ian doesn't
shoot nothing. Oh, wow; that feels so weird. It's warm, too."

Duncan was only half listening; he was also half resting on the boy's ass
and breathing heavy after shooting several ropes of prime white boy juice
deep in the love tunnel of another boy, of all people. It was a first for
him; he never thought he would like that as much as he obviously
did. Something noted with amusement by his brother.

"Damn, Duncan, you didn't last very long. You're going to have to do better
than that when you start fucking girls."

"Can't help it," trying to get his breath back.  "I never screwed a boy
before. Never really thought about trying it" (still breathing heavy)
"before a little while ago. I really liked it," he added with a smile.

"And Joey, did you actually cum while he was screwing you?"

"Uh, yeah. Right at the start. It's because he waited so long to start. I
couldn't help it."

"You do that when Ian does you?"

"No! And you guys can't tell him either."

Connor and Duncan looked at each other and shrugged. "OK." They both said
in unison.

Duncan meanwhile was still pressed up against the back of Joey and embedded
in his ass. "You want a go, Connor?" He asked his brother.

"Joey?" Connor asked simply looking at the boy bent over and leaning on a
branch.

"Uh, OK. Sure."

"Cool. I'd like to. Maybe tomorrow, though, because mom sent me down here
to tell you to come to supper right now and for Joey to go home."

"Right now?"

"She used all four of my names."

"Oh shit. We gotta go." He pulled out and the two boys began putting on
their trunks while Connor sat on a log and watched. His shorts were dry and
no longer so see-through, but you could still tell he was hard. He saw
something interesting about Joey that caught his eye.

"Hey Joey do you already have hairs?"

"Oh uh, yeah, a few. Hardly any."

"No it's cool. Does Ian know?"

"What? Oh, no. He doesn't ever look at stuff like that. I think the only
parts of me he could identify are my face and my butthole. Probably
couldn't tell you anything else about me."

The other two boys laughed at this. Connor then said, "Where do you keep
this?" holding up a can of greasy and dirty Vaseline.

"Oh that goes in the knot of that tree. It's hollow."

Joey came over to show Connor the special knot. He was standing directly in
front of the older boy who was not paying attention to the tree but the
smooth straight and tan abdomen in front of him. When Joey turned to the
side to walk toward Duncan, Connor put his right hand on Joey's stomach to
stop him. It was warm, and he could feel the relaxed tension of muscles
underneath. "Hey Joey," he said quietly.

"Yeah?"

Joey then felt Connors left hand on his butt caressing his far cheek with a
thumb in the crack, as far as the fabric would allow. He too was becoming
aroused and pretty hard again. Connor kneaded the cheek and then slipped
his hand down for a whole lower butt massage over the area where the boy's
hole would be. The bubble butt came out just perfectly; it was beyond
fuckable. It demanded the boy be bent over and given a daily pounding by a
hard rock cock. Connor was, in fact, hard as a rock, having secretly always
wanted to try it on another, younger, boy. Meanwhile, the hand feeling up
Joey's abdomen kept him from being propelled forward by the intense
massaging of his butt. "You sure I can fuck you?"

"Yeah, Connor, as long as it doesn't hurt you can do me." Joey was
immensely enjoying the warm feel of the older boy's hand on his stomach and
the relaxing massage of his pubescent bottom.

Now that he had blown his load and his interest was pretty well spent, this
was all too weird and sickly sweet for Duncan. "Hey Connor, I'm going to go
on up and tell mom you'll be right there."

"Yeah, OK." Duncan left and Connor kept roughly feeling the 11-year-old's
butt - the 11-year-old with pubic hair already and, at least, a watery
cum. "So, how about tomorrow Joey? I want to fuck you real slow. That
cool?"

Half his mind was screaming 'Fucking-A you bet' and half was screaming
'What the fuck? This is so weird. What the hell am I doing?' but what came
out was just a quiet, "Yeah sure. I'd like that. I think."

"Not real sure about everything, or maybe anything, are you Joey?"

"Um, not really. It feels good, but it's more than just kind of weird. You
don't think Duncan's going to hate me?"

"No, I doubt that seriously. I have to go, you want a sneak preview of
what's snaking up your ass tomorrow morning?"

Joey smiled at this; no matter what, whether he showed up tomorrow or not,
he wanted to see the dick that Connor had been teasing everybody with all
day. So he replied, "Yeah, that would be cool."

Connor let go of the boy and undid his shorts letting a very hard dick out
of the open fly. Joey looked down in amazement; he'd never seen a hard dick
older than Duncan's age before. "Wow. That's so cool."

"Taste the end."

"Huh? I've never done that."

"Just put the head in your mouth and swirl the tongue. And watch the
teeth."

He wanted to say no, but what he did instead was just bend down and do
exactly what Connor asked. He stood back up afterward with a slight smile
on his face and a little spittle on his lips.

"So you like it?"

Joey just smiled and shrugged and said, "See you later, Connor." And with
that, he took off for home, stopping to put his shirt on before getting on
his bike. Connor put his dick back in his shorts, not that it helped, with
that fabric it was painfully obvious he had a massive hard-on; well,
massive for an average 14 year old.

When he came in the back door, he heard his mom call out from the kitchen
and family supper table "Well it's about time, Connor Cormack, get in here
and eat while it's still lukewarm!"

He looked down at his swollen member that wasn't going down at all. The
shorts hid nothing at all. Desperately he looked around for cover and saw
the towels and then his brother's shorts and Nathan's clothes. He quickly
stripped off his shorts and left them with the others to be washed and
wrapped a towel around himself. He pointed his erection upward under the
towel and held it against his waist and walked out.

"Connor, what have you been doing in the woods," his mother started "and
why are you walking around with a towel around you?"

"I put my shorts in the laundry room with the others. It looked like you
were doing laundry." He gestured with his left hand toward the laundry room
and the back door.

"Hmmph." His mom sounded unconvinced.

"What makes you think I was doing something anyway?" His arm was held out
as in disbelief. Unfortunately for Connor, what he didn't realize was that
his gesturing had moved his body around enough that his erection, kept
steel-hard by the friction of the towel and the recent activity, had
slipped from the waist of the towel wrap and was now obscenely tenting the
towel directly out in front of him. What Connor did notice, looking at the
others at the supper table and kitchen counter was that Ian, Connor, James,
Leigh Anne, Katie, his dad, his mom, Duncan, and Nathan were all staring at
his crotch with different expressions of mirth, shock, and judgment. He
looked down saw Vesuvius rising above the plain. "Ooops."

"Maybe it's because," James started answering his brother's question, "you
were out running around the woods with a half-naked little Joey Vargas and
came back sporting that thing." He pointed at his brother's boner.

"James!" His mother got started, but didn't get far before she heard Connor
say,

"Fuck off, James."

Man, you would have thought Mrs. Cormack trained as a samurai or
something. She turned to Connor as soon as she heard that and didn't waste
words. Connor had been ready to run, though, and was already turning away
as she turned toward him. And this is when the samurai went into
action. Before he fully got one step underway, his mother had drawn out one
of the wooden spoons from the salad bowl (and without even spilling any
salad) and delivered a ferocious backhand to his backside with it, complete
with sound effects - whhhoooooosshh, THWACK!!

The thwack was seconded by a howl from Connor, and a loosening of the
towel. The stun actually stopped the boy in mid-stride and caused the towel
to drop off. Connor's immediate reaction was to spin around, bend down, and
grab for the towel on the floor. This opened the boy up for two unfortunate
consequences. The side view of his erection in all its glory, along with
his pubic hair and testicles was open to all for viewing and elicited a
round of giggles and clapping. The second was unseen by all, but his ass
was now presented directly to the foreswing of the wooden spoon which was
smoothly brought forward by his mother, the samurai. The sound of contact
was even sharper on this one and the resultant howl even louder. Connor
didn't even try for the towel after this one but took off running for the
stairs. Mrs. Cormack just calmly and deftly replaced the spoon into the
salad bowl. Nathan wanted to yell "That was awesome!" but he restrained
himself.

In fact, he became down right nervous as he saw she was now looking at
him. But the voice that came out this time was sweet, "Nathan, sweetie,
your mom said you can spend the night here, if you think you can stand it
with these hooligans."

"Are you kidding, I love it here!" he hesitated and then went on, "um, I
mean, yes ma'am, I want to stay."

She gave him a smile that he knew was hiding a grin, "Well, you are welcome
anytime. Leigh Anne dear, your mother will be here in a few minutes, maybe
you could ask her if she would give Katie a ride home?"

"Yes, Aunt Elizabeth. I will."

"All right then, I'm going upstairs to get Connor settled." On her way past
Ian, whose own towel had already fallen open and who was still stuffing his
face with pizza, she poked his shoulder and said, "and you, when you finish
eating that slice, you come on upstairs, too, and bring that salad spoon
with you."

Ian's eyes grew wide with terror. He turned to his dad and simply begged,
"Dad?"

"Your father doesn't know you." He heard his mom say as she was going up
the steps.

"I do not know you." His father dutifully repeated, unwilling to step into
whatever mess Ian had created this time. Duncan laughed at Ian's impending
doom, for which he and Nathan were told to clean up the kitchen.

Ian got up dejectedly and took the spoon out of the salad bowl and started
heavily toward the stairs, stark naked.

"IAN JOSEPH!! PUT ON THAT TOWEL!" The sound came rocketing down the steps
from somewhere upstairs. Everybody downstairs broke out laughing again.

"Dad!" Ian said as he came back to his chair and started wrapping his towel
back around him. "She's not even down here to see. That's not normal!"

"I know."

"I HEARD THAT!"

Ian rolled his eyes and turned back to the stairs.

"Hey, at least she only used two of your names," his dad called after him.

"Oh, I got the other two earlier."

"Uh oh."


Eventually we will get out of Monday, but how do you like it so far? Please
let me know.

Jonas