Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2006 02:10:54 +0100 From: Jonas Henley Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Ch. 05 Kids of Indian Spring Chapter 05 When we last left the boys: Kelley was at home, going to bed early since he had a lot on his mind, trying to figure out why he did what he did, what it meant about him, and what it meant about his future; and Nathan was eating pizza, naked save for a towel, at the Cormacks' house. Mrs. Cormack had finagled a sleepover for him to stay with Duncan, also 12. The reddish headed Duncan was farther into puberty than Nathan. Duncan had some strands of reddish brown hair, which grew to half an inch or more on either side of his dick. His dick is longer than Nathan's (and fatter than Kelley's). Duncan's 14 year old brother Connor had already teased poor boy-crazy Nathan (well, on his way to becoming boy-crazy, probably - certainly a boy-watcher on the sly) with see-through views of his crotch and ass earlier that day. So here is what happened that night, after the water fight and the pizza supper (it's still Monday): Monday, 12 June 1995 (same day) 7:46 pm The way the bedrooms were set up in the Cormack house was as follows: little Katherine shared a room and a queen size bed with Faye, who would be leaving for college soon. James had his own room with a full size bed. Connor had his own room with twin size bunk beds. And the largest of the kids' bedrooms belonged to Duncan and Ian, in which Duncan had a double bed, and Ian had a single twin bed. Patrick usually slept in Connor's room, but could actually be found in any kid's room on any given night. In addition to these rooms were the Master Bedroom downstairs and a guest bedroom in the garage apartment, which, oddly enough, had two full beds, just like a hotel room - which is actually where the beds came from. The room had functioned briefly as the bedroom for Maureen and Faye when Gerald had still been at home, and the current girls' room used to be a nursery for Katherine and Patrick. Another room, next to this one, was meant to be an office or something, but was mostly empty. Of course when guests were staying over, the beds and bedrooms became musical chairs. And this happened a lot. Tonight for example, Faye got her bedroom to herself, and Katherine and Halley took James' room. Since Stevie Vargas ended up spending the night after all, he and Patrick took the bunk beds in Connor's room, and James was put in Duncan's room with Ian, who was on restriction, following a brief inability to sit down after a 'talk' with his mother. Connor, Duncan, and Nathan therefore were sent out to the garage house bedroom. This couldn't have worked out better for Connor, who had planned on sneaking out that night, meeting Katie, and sleeping there anyway. This way he didn't risk certain death when caught. Now if Katie got caught there, then that was a completely different story. Since Nathan was spending the night, the chance that Mrs. Cormack would come in the morning and check on them was very slim. She usually left the spendovers alone if she trusted the guests, and Nathan was pretty high on the trust list, even if he had blown her son, but she didn't know that part. On Katie's part, it worked pretty smoothly. Her parents didn't even check her story that she was spending the night with her friend Carrie. It was a plausible scenario, and with Halley out of the house already and Brianna knocked out by her cold medicines, they were probably glad to have her out of the house for some private time. Katie made her way back to the Cormack house and went to the AC unit outside where Connor said he would leave a note for her and let her know what was going on. Connor came up to Duncan and Nathan that night when nobody else was around and told them not to come into the garage apartment until after 11 pm. "What? Why not? What are we supposed to do?" "Watch TV Dunc, or a movie or something, just don't come up until after 11, OK?" Duncan just shrugged and turned back to the TV that they actually were watching. Nathan had, by this time, finally been given some clothes of Duncan's to wear. Connor just said as he was leaving, "All right, well I'm taking both of the extra keys, so you'll have to knock anyway. Just don't come before 11pm, or I'm gonna be pissed." Duncan waited awhile after Connor left before turning to Nathan and smiling "Hey Nate, did you know Ian and me both made copies of the garage apartment keys that we never told anybody about?" Nathan gave a conspiratorial smile in reply. "So," continued Duncan, "What time do you want to go over?" "What time is it now?" "7:50 pm" "I say we go over at 8:20." "Excellent. Me too." When 8:20 rolled around that night, the two boys snuck out to the garage and used Duncan's key to sneak in quietly. They continued up the steps to the landing. Duncan had figured the bedroom door would be locked like the front. This one only required a simple metal rod to pick, and judging from the moans inside, no one would hear. As they eased the door open they heard Katie moaning: "Oh yeah, oh Connor right there. Harder. Harder! Unngh. Ohh. Ohhh, I want on top now!" Connor's moans were even more mumbles. Highly punctuated mumbles and grunts with a 'fuck', an 'oh fuck', and an 'oh god' thrown in here and there ('The only time he's religious,' Duncan whispered to Nathan). The two boys watched for a bit longer as Duncan's older brother's thick dick sank in and out of sight - up into Katie's pussy only to then show more length and then sink in again at a steady pace. Both of them were completely naked, and in this position neither could see the boys sneak closer and watch. Katie's back was to the boys as she sat astride Connor, and she blocked his view and concentration while licking his face occasionally and doing a quick suck on his tongue. They were both working each other, so instead of seeing one person bouncing, the boys just got a close up of the older boy's balls drawing up underneath a lengthening and shortening dick, as the thicker cock pistoned the young girl's warm snatch. Her pussy had only ever been used by Connor, something in which Connor took great delight, knowing he not only took the girl's cherry but had 'educated' her pussy as well. And it was his dick, now hard and pumping her deep, that originally stretched her opening and worked those walls that gave her the yearning to have the boy fill her again and again. The problem was that it was difficult to get together a lot of times, and they had always wanted to spend the night together like a real couple. Maybe they were just kids, but it was a desire of theirs. The best they could hope for was these three hours of privacy together, and then at least sleep in the same bed together, even though two boys, one being Connor's little brother, would be in the next bed. Still they were excited about sleeping together (literally), even if the sex would be limited. They kept going at it, watched by the unknown voyeurs massaging their young hardening dicks through their sleep pants. Unfortunately for Duncan, he was really getting into this scene and was unable to catch himself after he let out a squeak at the start of a moan. The fucking suddenly stopped, and the two kids turned to Duncan. "Duncan!!" screamed Katie. "Oops." And there went the smile that turned many girls' hearts to butter, though Duncan surprisingly never caught on to this. So despite the situation, Katie was more torn to laugh at the boy desperate to see sex; that is, until she realized again that this sweet smiling boy was staring straight past her naked butt to her completely exposed twat with a fully implanted dick. His brother, though, started up quickly in some semblance of both grabbing a sheet to cover themselves and grabbing his little brother to choke his neck. "Duncan, I'm going to fucking kill you." Connor yelled. He almost knocked Katie to the floor, grabbed her, and pulled her back up, his dick coming out in the process. "Not so loud. You'll bring mom and dad out here, or Ian, or worse James. Besides, I like the other fucking you guys were doing, better." Katie had recovered herself and grabbed the sheet to actually cover herself and stood up beside the bed. The two boys who had been crouching down watching the action of Connor's bigger dick spreading Katie's young pussy lips, now stood up as well, and revealed, without intending to, that they really had enjoyed the show. Katie pointed to their crotches and laughed, "Dunc, are you glad to see us or just hiding your flashlight." "Yeah, afraid of dark places, Duncan?" His brother added, also laughing. While Nathan covered the front of his PJ's with his hands, embarrassed, Duncan did not, but just said, "Ha, Ha. Real funny. Why don't you let me join in? Doesn't look like Connor's finished anyway." He gestured at Connor's steel red rod rising over five inches out of a thick, auburn bush that extended up an otherwise hairless crotch almost a whole inch from the base of his pulsing tower. Connor looked down and quickly grabbed a pillow to cover himself. "No way, you little shit. I thought I told you two not to come in until 11:30. You spoiled our time together. This was going to be the first night we ever really slept together." "Well, we just wanted to see. I can't get a girl to go all the way like you and Ian can; besides you watched me and Joey. And you probably are going to do him too. So it's only fair we get to watch." "No, it isn't," said Katie, "What did you and Joey do anyway? Hey wait a minute, what's this about Ian having a girl?" Duncan and Connor looked at her incredulously and said in unison, "You didn't know?" "Know what?" This time Katie and Nathan said in unison, neither knowing what the two brothers were talking about, although half of Nathan's mind was trying to imagine what Duncan did with Joey. "You didn't know?" asked Connor. "You mean Ian has been screwing a girl? Who? For how long? He's only 10!" Connor looked at Duncan uncomfortably, and Duncan shrugged his shoulders and replied, "You may as well tell her. I mean, I thought she knew." "Uh, " Connor began, "Ian has been doing this one girl for about three months." "Doing?" "Fucking. Well, everything, actually. They started off kissing and stuff and then she went down on him, according to him. So she started blowing him. He thought that was pretty cool, apparently, but according to him, she was the one who wanted to do more. He said he went down on her, too, and liked it good enough," (Katie thought, when she heard this, 'I bet she did. I like it too') "but that she really want to try fucking." "The girl wanted to try it?" "Well, that's what Ian said. I asked him when me and Dunc saw him sucking her clit out behind the woodstack one day." "Yeah," Duncan threw in, "we wouldn't have even known they were there except she was real loud." "Duncan!" exclaimed Connor. "Oh, sorry, Katie." "Why say sorry to me? Wow. I didn't realize that Ian was such a lucky little squirt." Katie said. "Yeah, well little describes him, but squirt doesn't really," laughed Duncan. Connor laughed too and said, "Ian can't squirt, Katie. That's why he's only screwed this girl bare; just sticks it in and plugs away." "Hey," said Duncan, wondering why Connor got to be crude and he didn't. He was also wondering why Connor was doing Katie bare. "Well, he does. He says he's put condoms on before, but he's never used them in fucking. He can't get any girl pregnant yet." "Hey," said Duncan, "How come you guys aren't using rubbers?" "Well, not that it's any of your business, Dunc, but I'm taking some birth control. Connor wanted to feel it natural on his skin . . . " "Bare." Connor inserted with a smile and a wiggle of his eyebrows. "And I," Katie continued, glaring at Connor for being crude, "didn't want to get pregnant. Besides, Connor couldn't come through with his alternate wish in some 'bare' fucking, could you, Connor?" It was her turn to smile, and she watched Connor squirm uncomfortably before she finished with, "But I guess Ian wouldn't have to worry, really, with a condom yet." "He said he wore one once." Conner said. "He didn't like it." "I don't see how he even got the rubber to stay on." said Duncan. "Hey," Connor said, coming to Ian's defense. "at least he's worn a condom." "I've worn a condom before!" Duncan reacted. "Me and Mike found some in Casey's backpack one day, and we tried them on." "Who are Mike and Casey?" asked Nathan. "Mike is our cousin, and Casey is his sister's boyfriend." Connor explained. "Did Casey find out you took them?" "Yeah, he did, and he was pissed that we went through his things, especially, I guess, since we weren't supposed to know he was fucking Andrea. Like who didn't know that. Anyway, we got out of it, though, by blaming Ryan." He then added for Nathan's sake: "Ryan is Mike's older brother. Mike is our age, and Ryan is a year older." [Author's note: What Duncan did not know at this point was what had happened after they put the blame on Ryan. But that is another story entirely. If you are interested, then read the story Stolen Condoms, which will be posted directly after this one.] For the moment Duncan was a little testy at being compared against his more successful younger brother. None of this still actually answered Katie's question, wondering who this mystery girl of Ian's was. "So who is she?" asked Katie. "Who?" "Ian's girlfriend!" she said exasperated, then sitting down and leaning over to Connor, smiled and playfully added, "his little be-ahtch" All she got in response was a series of stares between Connor and Duncan and stares between either boy and anything else in the room except her. "What?" she asked. She waited for a response from Connor. "Well," began Connor, "it's pretty difficult to say." "Just spit it out." "Uh, OK." - Pause - "Actually," he finally said. "It's your sister." "Brianna?!!" "Yep, that's the one." "No way!!" "Oh, definitely yes way." "SHE'S ONLY TEN!" she yelled, jumping up, but still clutching the sheet. "Not so loud! And besides, she's almost 11, and the exact same age as Ian, actually," Connor reminded her. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that," Duncan said. Katie sat back down stunned. She asked for how long it had been going on and was filled in on all the details that Connor and Duncan could supply. The dates, as well as the number of times, were a little sketchy, but it seemed to have been going on for about three months. She listened to the story, wondering how it actually all started, and how much more there was to it. [Author's Note: If you want to know how Ian got lucky, read Ian's Easter Egg Hunt to be posted shortly after this one.] Katie could not believe this news about her little sister. It was hard enough to believe that Brianna had been given some dick even before she and Connor had started (though she believed that Connor had been with at least two other girls before her). The thought that her little sister was active before her, or even at all, and let alone with little Ian, well it was just too much. To think that they all sat there this afternoon, looking at the little red head boy wagging his small, hard white prick while eating his pizza; and the whole time Brianna already knew what it was like to have that hard flesh inside her, pumping her for who knows how many orgasms for either one of them. It was an overwhelming revelation for Katie. She sat back down, trying to digest this, forgetting where she was and slacking up on the hold of the sheet covering her, inadvertently giving a good show to Duncan and Nathan. The two boys, along with Connor, were very much enjoying the sight of Katie's open pussy in front of them. Perhaps more so for Duncan, who had been jealous that Ian, and not yet himself, had actually been able to do anything with a girl. It was just as fascinating and exciting for Nathan, but, in truth he wanted to see Connor's hard-on again, and this was causing some consternation for him, a kind of solidifying of his adventures for the day. If Kelley had recognized his interests before, and he had so much fun blowing both Kelley and Duncan, and was so fascinated with Connor's dick, and got so turned on watching Kelley have to give head to those two Mexican boys . . . Oh, just that last thought was turning him hard as a rock. Katie noticed Nathan's borrowed shorts stretching out in front, as well as Duncan's already weighted down front end, and then looked down and saw she was uncovered. She quickly put her hands down there and her arm across her chest. She suddenly just felt . . Naked. "Duncan, Nathan, quit staring at me!" It was especially embarrassing as she thought about it, because these two boys were in her class. From here on, every time they were in school with her, they would look over and picture her naked. Worse, she thought, and blushed at this thought: they could picture her laid back with an older boy's dick thrusting in and out of her burgeoning womanhood.. Connor reached over and pulled the sheet back up over Katie to hide her from his little brother and Nathan. He then said, "So how about you guys get out of here and let us have some fun together alone. Please." Nathan, even though he was figuring out his principal interest was in guys, had still had trouble deciding what he wanted to stare at more - the pillow covering that magnificent near-manhood of Connor's (well, as near to manhood that Nathan had ever seen) or the uncovered maturing pussy of one of his own classmates. For Duncan it was no choice, though he didn't mind fooling around with another boy, his focus was certainly the pussy. Both boys complained when it got covered up. Duncan was lamenting more than just the loss of visual on the pussy. He was lamenting the actual lack of pussy in his life. It was so damn frustrating to have a brother a little more than a year and a half younger than you already getting regular pussy - some regular hot, moist, grabbing warmth that he could sink into. So much better than a fist, which is usually all Duncan ever got. On top of that, Ian was getting regular dick-milkings from Joey turning up his backside for him. And Joey was even older than Ian! And Joey wasn't a queer, either, thought Duncan. Although he did certainly have a really, really nice ass. And Duncan really, really did enjoy it. Still, he wondered why Joey did it. "Hello! Duncan are you there?" Connor called out. "Are you listening to me? What are you smiling about?" "Well, whatever it is," Katie added, "it's making him even harder. Look at that! Wow. Hey Duncan you're going to rip those shorts if you keep thinking about whatever it is, and it better not be about me. Or Brianna either. You stay away from her." Duncan snapped back. He wished he could have some of Ian's and Connor's smoothness when talking to girls and in convincing them to have some fun with him. For that matter, it wasn't a whole lot of difference for Ian or Connor to do that to either boys or girls, Duncan was slowly realizing. "What?! I'm not going to mess with Brianna." Duncan finally replied. "You better not," Katie said, "and the same goes for you, Connor." Nathan noticed his name was left out of the orders, and he got the feeling it was somewhat intentional. And he didn't think this meant he could fool around with Brianna, either. Katie just didn't seem to think he was a threat in this area. Katie was still waiting for a response from Connor. "Connor?" "All right, all right. I won't mess with Brianna. She's too young anyway." He leaned in to respond to her look with a smile, snaked his hand under her towel, and said, "Why would I, when I got such a sweet pussy right here?" With that he sank two fingers deep in her vagina under the sheet, making her squirm and moan despite her resolution not to show anything in front of the other two boys. "Connor . . . ," she said quietly, her eyes closing. "You want me to stop?" as he began moving in and out, rubbing across the clit with his thumb, scissoring his fingers and occasionally squeezing the mound. She tried to tell him to stop while the other two boys were there, but she couldn't get anything out. "Are you inside her, . . . uh . . . you know?" asked Nathan. "Inside her cunt, Nate?" "Um, yeah." "Oh yeah. And my baby likes it, don't ya sweet thing?" She just moaned a response. Connor turned his attention back to Duncan, still keeping up the motion in Katie with his hand. "So, Dunc, why don't you and Nate disappear. Try to talk him into doing that thing you were thinking about a little while ago." "Huh?" "You were thinking about Joey, weren't you?" "No!!" "The hell you weren't." Connor's ministrations of Katie's burgeoning womanhood slowed, and she came partly out of her trance. She still reached down to her lap and pulled Connor's hand in to keep his fingers where they were. Then she asked a little breathlessly, "Wait a minute, what were you and Joey really doing anyway, Duncan?" "Fucking." Connor replied for him, and Duncan turned a deep shade of red, which is impressive for someone who already has a ruddy complexion. "You were?!!" Nathan and Katie asked incredulously. "I didn't think he was serious, or that he would let you." Katie said, remembering the exchange the two boys had had at the picnic table before they walked off. "How?" asked Nathan, his mind somewhere else on this subject, before stopping short. "I mean, uh, wh-, oh, uh never mind." Katie and Connor started to laugh a little, but Duncan remained embarrassed, having been called out for what he had done with another boy. "Well, ok, but it was just me doing him. And he was the one that wanted it." "Bullshit, you nancy, you wanted to do it too." "No, I , um, well, all right maybe, but . . . " But Connor at this point was just rolling back laughing, having already pulled his fingers out of Katie. This made Katie a little more alert to the whole conversation. She decided to come to poor Duncan's aid. "Don't worry about it, Duncan," she started, "before I got on the pill a couple weeks ago, Connor wanted so bad to do it without a condom. At first he asked to do it in my butt." "Hey, uh, that's, uh, enough of that, OK." Connor slowly started, with an increasingly worried look on his face. "But I said no, of course," she continued. "Even still, he kept pestering me about it, until he came up with another solution one day, having seen it present itself, so to speak." "Whoa, baby, that's enough." Connor wasn't looking liked he saw anything humorous now, but just worried where her assurances to Duncan were going. He was afraid this was going exactly where she seemed to be taking it. "What was his solution?" Duncan asked. "To do a boy." "OK, that's enough." Connor said. "I don't think so, Connor," Duncan continued, his interest piqued. "You wanted to do a boy?" "Uhhh." That was all Connor could get out with a stupefied look on his face, not sure how he should recover this and still hoping Katie would not take this to the end he was fearing. It was Katie's turn to laugh now. She began to describe, to Connor's silent horror, the subtle shift from just wanting to screw without a condom, which she had wanted to try as well, to a growing fascination with screwing the ass to finally just a fascination with a boy's ass and wanting to do it up his butt. Duncan was laughing at this, though he was somewhat in shock knowing that his older brother had looked at another boy like this. It was different with Ian, as Duncan understood things. It seemed that Ian was simply taking advantage of an opportunity of the moment to get his rocks off with a friend, or on a friend. Well, actually, in a friend. But for his older brother, it seemed to Duncan that this was a fascination and hope in general. Connor actually wanted to do it up the butt of boys. Or was it just one boy? "Hey," Duncan asked Katie, "What did you mean by an opportunity presenting itself? Do you mean Joey?" "Joey?" Katie began, looking over questioningly at Connor, who himself just looked like he wanted to disappear. He didn't bother saying anything. He was pretty sure that he couldn't do anything to derail the conversation. A small part of him wanted it to come out. It had become a hidden and embarrassing fantasy, but a fantasy just the same, back there in his mind, though he wouldn't acknowledge it most of the time. In fact, one of his hopes in Joey, though the boy's ass did get him harder than a winter tit, was that it would satisfy his fantasy, and he could just get on with fucking Katie as his best way of getting off. But he responded now to his girlfriend's inquisitive look with just an embarrassed shrug. "You did Joey?" She asked. "No he didn't," Duncan said. "But I think he sure wanted to. Wants to, probably." "Because that's not who he talked about the most. Well, actually, at all." Katie informed the now very inquisitive Duncan. To Duncan the truly interesting thing about Katie at the moment wasn't being hidden behind a sheet, but behind her smile. As turned on as he was by her pussy, he was now much more intrigued by this mysterious side of Connor, and the hidden news that was now turning his brother redder. He was losing any semblance of the tan he had worked on to catch up with Duncan, who had always tanned the easiest among all the Cormacks (though still just as easy to tell he was a red head by his skin on most days). For now, Duncan was salivating at this news to hold over his older brother. Apparently there was one boy in particular that his brother had wanted to pork. He and Katie continued their cat and mouse on the subject: "You mean just one boy?" "Well, not just one." "Lots of boys?" "Well, OK, mainly just one." "Was this what you meant by an opportunity presenting itself?" "Oh yeah. Literally." "Huh?" "He had suddenly noticed this boy's backside and even beat off to the thought of it. Saw it naked." "Was it somebody at school? Or swimming in the Crazy Indian?" "Uhhh, not really." "You saw somebody naked, and beat off to him?" He finally sent a question to his brother. "Well, uh, maybe." "That's sick. You're supposed to be into girls." "Sick? After what you did with Joey?" "Oh, well. You know, that was, uh, sorta . . . different." "Yeah, right. Besides the thought was killing me to know what it felt like is all. I didn't want to 'do stuff' with a boy. I just wanted to fuck this kid's ass. It was just driving me crazy to know what it felt like, especially feeling my dick slide so deep in a warm and real tight hole, and nothing between my hard dick and his skin. Skin on skin slipping in, with no condom. To know what it felt like running in and out, feeling that friction direct, and then pulling in deep and coming - blowing hot cum straight in the ass where it would stay. It wouldn't be held back by a condom, but just stay there afterward, and I would know for a while that my cum was hanging around in that ass, even when he put his jeans back on I would still be able to look at his butt and know I had something planted up in there." This rush of words from Connor got all three boys even harder than before. Nathan went so far as to grip his dick through his pajamas while watching the ping pong conversation of the other three. Connor was pressing the pillow he had used as cover harder down into his crotch, while Duncan figured they were all a lot closer to coming without having even done anything yet - at least he and Nathan hadn't. He smiled at his older brother and said, "Whoa, easy there Connor. That pillow ain't that boy's ass." Nathan looked up and let go of his dick. The word 'ain't' brought him back to something, something there, right below the surface. What was it? But his thoughts were interrupted by Connor's reply: "Well, I wish it was. Even after Katie and me started doing it bare, I've wanted to do him. I don't know why. It's embarrassing. And I don't want to talk about it, OK?" "OK, but what was the event that seemed to make this want to be so permanent." Connor looked at Katie and shook his head. "Come on, Connor," Duncan said, "If you tell me, Nate and me will take one of the mattresses and sleep in the other room." It wasn't much of an offer since it was probably what they both would have wanted to do anyway - Connor so he could have privacy, and Duncan so he wouldn't feel weird with his brother making out all night right there one bed over from him. "Well, OK," Connor consented, "but you both have to go right after this. I want some more time to be alone with Katie and then actually sleep with her some. It was more than just the sex that we wanted tonight." "OK, deal." "Well, all right. Uh, so this kid, who is not going to be named," he said this last part slowly, all the while looking at Katie. "OK, OK. I still think you should tell him." "Yeah, Connor." Duncan added, somewhat enjoying his brother's discomfort. "No! Are you crazy?" "Oh, OK. Just come on with this mysterious event." "All right, well, there's not much to it. This kid just has a really nice butt. I mean really nice. Maybe it's just because I was looking at it one day - he was wearing some clothes, though - when it occurred to me I could maybe fuck it. Well, in my dreams mostly. So anyway I waited until I could see it naked, looking for it, you know. I mean . . . I had seen it before, but never thought about it in any certain way; now I wanted to see his bare ass while I was thinking things about it. . . . I know, it sounds fucked up, but I couldn't help it. I really couldn't help it. So I watched one day when he pulled his pants down." He paused again, before going on, "And that's when I knew I could fuck it. I mean, you know, I could really fuck it, if he would let me. It was the first time I ever jacked off thinking about a boy." "I still don't get how you saw this kid naked. How old is he anyway?" "12," Katie threw in real quick. "Katie!!" "Sorry, Connor. Just slipped." She said this with an almost devious smile. Duncan was working this out in his head: "So anyway, just seeing his butt naked, which must have been in afterschool sports or at the creek or something, or maybe a little brother of one of your friends . . ." "Quit trying to figure it out, Dunc; you aren't going to. Shut up, Katie," he added to cut off a comment he saw forming on her lips. "Excuse me?" "Uhh. Oh. Shit. I'm sorry. Just . . . please?" "OK." She was quiet, but still a bit ruffled. "So anyway," Connor continued, "one day, he, uh, wasn't wearing anything but a shirt, and I was so fucking hard, and I felt like shit because of it, and then, you see he had his back to me, he, uh, he, uh, bent over. I looked and saw his buttcheeks spread open a little, and I, uh, kinda leaning forward a little, uh, could see right in his crack and could just make out his hole. I mean I saw where it should be, like down a well, and I could see some wrinkles that was definitely it, and I, uh, sorta , uh, just creamed my pants seeing it. And instead of feeling guilty again, I knew I just wanted to fuck it. His hole I mean - just plunge my hard cock right up in there, grab hold of that sweet ass, and just pump him full of cum. And more than once too. A lot. And even listening to him complain all the way; I would run my dick right up into him." Connor had finished his tale with a dreamy look at the wall and ceiling behind his little brother. Connor was worried he might cum right there just in telling the story. He couldn't believe he had just told his brother this. Was he insane?, he thought to himself. And what was with Katie tonight? Why was she doing this to him? Duncan for his part was just floored. "Whoa," was all Duncan could get out. Nathan didn't say anything. He had so much stuff in his head already about himself, this day, about Kelley, about these Cormacks, and on and on. He wasn't sure he could process this new information. Not right now at least. But even still, it was hot to think about. "Yeah," Connor said, still dreamily and addressing the wall, "I want to do it a lot." "Hello," Katie said, waving her hand in front her boyfriend's face, "you want me to just go on home? Leave you to your little boy-boy fantasies?" Connor blushed and snapped out of it. "No baby, you know I want your pussy more than anything," he said smiling at her. "It's just that, well you know. We talked about it." "Yeah, I know sweetie. Don't worry; my pussy wants you too," she answered, looking into his eyes and giving a quick kiss to his lips. "My pussy is all hot" [kiss] "and wet" [kiss] "for your" [kiss] "big" [kiss] "thick" [kiss] "hard" [kiss] "mmmm" [kiss] "pulsing" [kiss] "cock!" She emphasized the last word the most and elicited an "Ewwww" from Duncan. "What's the matter, Dunc, I thought you wanted to watch us." "I wanted to see you fuck, not do that gross lovey stuff." "Geez, Duncan, you're such a romantic." "Yeah, whatever. If Connor can come out of the closet and help me and Nate move the other mattress, you two can be alone and do all that other stuff." Katie laughed, and Connor reached down for his boxers to slip them on, still hiding, a little more unsuccessfully, behind the pillow. When he stood up, everybody laughed at him and pointed at the fabric covered missile coming out from his midsection. "Yeah, those helped hide a lot Connor." "Real funny, Dunc; just grab the other side of the mattress." "Ok, Ok. Help us out, Nate. And be careful what you grab; you may be Connor's mystery boy." A new round of laughter broke out among everybody. Even Connor gave a short and quick laugh at his brother's wit; but inside he was still very much troubled at how differently his brother might now consider him. He hoped this would be the end of it, no pun intended. He certainly didn't need Duncan finding out who the boy was, or is, rather. The three boys got the mattress and covers situated in the other, smaller room. Connor and Katie were about to leave Duncan and Nathan for the evening, when Connor said, "Hey, uh, guys, uh, don't, um, say anything about that, uh, kid." "You mean the one with the sweet ass you want to bang?" Connor smiled and blushed, "Yeah, him." "It's cool Connor, I won't tell. I mean it's weird, sort of, but I won't say anything." "Me neither," Nathan added, and then said, "I think you're really cool, Connor." "Uh, thanks, Nate. You're pretty cool yourself." "Nate," Duncan said, trying to kid with his friend, "are you HOPING you're the kid with the sweet ass?" Nathan smiled and gave Duncan the finger; to which Duncan just replied, "Don't think you're going near me with that finger." Connor laughed and said, "It isn't Nate, Duncan. And don't ask me about anybody else, because I'm not going to tell you who else it's not. The kid has a great butt for fucking," he said with a sigh, "and he doesn't even know it. And he shouldn't have to either. So that's all, and good night." With that Connor walked back to the other room, and Katie turned to follow him. She paused, though, and turned to Duncan. With another mischievous grin on her face she leaned in and gave Duncan a quick kiss, running a free hand down his backside as it curved out into a fullness and rounded back in. She squeezed it low on the returning curving and said in a low voice that only he and Nathan could hear, "Mmmm, what a sweet ass. You know Duncan, you have a great butt for fucking, and I bet you don't even know it." She gave it another squeeze, laughed a little, and said, "Good night, boys." With that she turned and left, shutting the door behind her. Duncan stared at the closed door in disbelief for a full minute before simply saying, "Oh shit." 45 minutes later, Duncan was still in shock, staring up at the ceiling. "Oh fuck. Oh shit." He was saying this in his head, even though he wasn't normally one to curse so fluidly and repetitively, this revelation was perhaps the most shocking in his young life. "Oh crap," he said, still to himself, but finally reverting back to the lesser evil curse words that he typically restricted himself to, subconsciously, "this cant be true. Not me. He wouldn't look at me like that. Did he? Did he really look in my crack, down to my hole? Was he looking at my hole, like it was something to fuck? He wanted to push that big dickhead of his against my hole and run his hard dick up through it? Me? I'm his brother!! That's sick. He really wanted to do me? Fuck my ass? Is my ass like that? I mean, does it look like one someone would really want to screw with their cock? What the hell am I saying? What happened tonight? And when was this other stuff? Am I even sure it's me? What if Katie was jerking me around?" With that thought he smiled and continued another: "I wonder if Katie would jerk me." (Hey, he's just a kid, horny and distractible like any other pubescent boy) "What would that feel like? I bet it would be awesome. We wouldn't have to tell Connor either." "What?" asked Nathan. "Huh? Did I say something?" asked Duncan, this time out loud. (This time? Had he been talking out loud and just didn't know it? He hoped not.) "Uh, I don't know, I wasn't really listening. I was thinking about something else." In truth, Nathan really was mostly somewhere else. It finally hit him, what the full triggering the word 'ain't', as uttered by Duncan, had provided his subconscious mind a little less than an hour earlier. His friend Kelley had mentioned it to him much earlier that day. He was telling Nathan not to say the word 'ain't', so he wouldn't sound like a hick and get picked on as a poor kid from Indian Spring. But that isn't exactly the memory that was triggered. Around the same time, Kelley had also told Nathan that he would be able to get Duncan to do stuff with him, that Duncan would probably agree; but that he wouldn't tell anybody, even if he wasn't interested in Nathan. In fact, Duncan had been pretty lax about Nathan's interest in him, all the way to the point of enjoying a first blow job from his friend, and he didn't make a big deal about it afterward. He didn't even avoid Nathan. Probably the only reason Duncan seemed to be uncomfortable or preoccupied right now was that weird news about his brother liking his ass. Nathan had to admit that that was weird; but it still did not stay with his attention long, as he was trying to figure out how Kelley had known Duncan would let Nathan 'play' with him. And how come Duncan was so cool with this? Nathan had realized today that the boy wasn't actually experienced like everybody thought, and the two of them didn't exactly have a history that slowly led up to something as big as a blowjob. So, what the hell was going on? Yesterday Nathan didn't think a whole lot about sex, just liked looking at boys, and now it was everywhere, and with everybody he knew. He was thinking now that he just wanted to go back to yesterday. Things were too complicated right now. "So, what are you thinking about then?" Duncan asked him. "Oh, uh, just a lot of stuff. Today's been kind of weird. Really weird." "Yeah, tell me about it." The boys were lying on their backs on the queen mattress, both staring at the ceiling with their arms up and hands clasped behind their heads. They had the covers pulled up since Connor decided to turn the A/C units on full blast to make his and Katie's snuggling more comfortable. Given that the upstairs of the garage had a standard central unit (courtesy of an uncle who worked for Trane) but was only two rooms and a bathroom in between, the air cooled down fairly rapidly. Despite this, the boys had gone to bed in only boxers, mostly because it was still warm when they first got into bed. Duncan was, of course, in his own boxers, but Nathan was wearing a borrowed pair of Duncan's old boxers. Nathan looked over at Duncan laying next to him and saw the very few short, soft strands of reddish brown hair under his arms. He guessed they probably wouldn't even be noticeable, really, if it wasn't for the fact that he was so highly attuned to seeing differences like this in other boys. He turned back to look at the ceiling, trying to figure out how to ask Duncan what he wanted to ask. He surprised himself starting off with, "Sorry about your brother perving you." "Uh, thanks. I guess. I don't know what to do about it." "Don't do anything." "Huh?" "I'd, uh, I mean I wouldn't . . " mind, is what he was going to say, but realized that wasn't the way to start off. "You wouldn't what?" "Oh, uh nothing." Just take a deep breath and ask him, he thought. "So, uh, Duncan?" "Yeah?" "Why did you let me, you know, this afternoon." "Huh?" He looked over at him confused, then turned back to the ceiling and smiled. "Oh that. I liked that, Nate. It was nice." "Yeah, but why did you let me?" "You didn't want to? Sure seemed like it. Sure felt like it." "I wanted to. I liked it. I like your balls, Duncan." There was silence. A very uncomfortable silence for Nathan. "Duncan?" "Yeah, I'm still here, Nate." Nathan was pretty sure his friend had heard him - how could he not have? He continued, in a sense, to make sense of what had happened to him. "Well, how come you didn't get mad?" "Why would I get mad? I told you I liked it. Who wouldn't?" "Lots of guys. I would get the shit kicked out of me with most guys." "Most guys aren't like me. I mean, I'm a little freaked out by what I found out about Connor, but I'm cool with what you wanted to do. And if I wasn't, I wouldn't say anything to anybody. Nobody else's business." "Yeah. That's what Kelley said." Nathan was a little dejected at this point. He laid back against his pillow and let out a long sigh. "So how much did you two talk about me?" "Are you pissed?" Duncan asked, truly surprised and raising up on his side to look at Nathan. "Yes. Wouldn't you be?" Nathan was, in fact, getting quickly to a place between pissed and hurt. "Oh. Yeah. Maybe. It wasn't anything bad. It was after I found out about Ian doing Joey. I never really thought about boys doing stuff together before that. But Ian's definitely straight, so I figured it must be cool to just fool around. And I, uh, well I noticed you looking before. . . . You know, you seemed to always be looking at some other guys, and so I watched you with Kelley." At this Duncan shrugged his shoulders. "So I knew you looked at him a lot. You know my family and his are real close. He already knew about Ian and Brianna. I told him about Joey. He didn't seem so surprised, so I asked him if you two did stuff together." "What did he say?" "He said you weren't like that." "He didn't say he wasn't?" Duncan laughed. "Come on, Nate. I know he isn't. Why? Did you guys really do something?" "Not before this morning. He, uh, let me look. And I ended up putting my mouth on him. Down there." "You blew Kelley?" "Well, I, uh, sucked him." "It's the same thing, Nate." "Yeah, well, I did it twice. In a row, I mean. I liked it. It started to bother me, but I wanted to do it again as soon as I saw you in your swim trunks. And your, uh, stuff sticking out, you know, pushing out the front of your trunks." Duncan laughed again. "You liked my bulge?" "Yeah." "It got you all hot and turned on?" "Well Connor started it in those shorts he was wearing." "He did?" "You didn't notice?" "Didn't pay that much attention. So you want to do stuff with Connor, too?" "No, it was just seeing it, or kind of - well, it was the almost-seeing-everything-he-had part - man, that was so hot. Actually, I guess I was really seeing everything, sort of." Duncan thought this was funny, too. Then he started thinking more about this boy laying next to him. He remembered Nathan was wearing his own old boxers. He was thinking about the boy's own penis wrapped in the same cotton that had wrapped up his penis. Duncan thought about the times he had gotten hard in those boxers, rubbed his hard-on through the fabric. This same fabric was rubbing against the head of friend's boydick, somewhere under these covers. Duncan wanted to reassure Nathan some more, though his mind was moving faster toward a more self-pleasuring state. Still, he was concerned about Nathan's perceptions on his and Kelley's conversation. "Uh, Nate, I mentioned to Kelley that I wished Joey would want to do something with me. Kelley just shrugged and said it might be hot, if you were into that sort of thing, but he still didn't believe it had happened. I then was asking him about whether he had fooled around with you. He definitely wasn't into it, and he said you might not be either. But he laid it out that no-one had better hurt you, especially just because you liked to look." "He said that?" "Yeah, it was no big deal to him if you were interested. I was kind of mad that he may have been suggesting that I would hurt you or ever even tell anybody about you. And I told him that. He knows I wouldn't. I didn't have to tell him. So anyway. That's what we talked about." "Oh. So that's why he told me you would probably be interested in doing stuff, and even if you said no, then you wouldn't tell anybody about me." "He told you that about me?" "Yeah." Now it was Nathan's turn to smile. Duncan smiled back and said, "I really wouldn't tell, Nate, anytime you might want to do stuff." "You mean like Joey?" "Or something," Duncan just responded and then turned back on his back. He reached down under the sheets and into the waistband of his boxers. Duncan lifted his hips and pulled his underwear off, pulling the underwear out from under the sheets. He winked at Nathan, wadded up his underwear and tossed them to the far end of the small room. Leaning back on his side to face the other boy, Duncan said, "Hey Nate, I gotta tell you, the thought of you in my old underwear, like right up against your skin, had got my dick up. I would say it's pushing out my boxers, but since I don't have any on, it's just rubbing under the covers here, up against the sheet." "Must feel pretty cool." Nathan said cautiously. "Feels pretty hot." "Is this the same sheet that I'm under?" "Yeah" The answer came back heavy, laden with hope, mingled with expectation. "So, Nate," Duncan began slowly and quietly, "you said you liked my balls?" At the end of this question, Nathan felt a hand move under the covers and slide over and cover his own tight scrotum. "Come on, Nate," Duncan whispered hotly in his ear. "Take off my boxers." Nathan could feel the heat from Duncan's hand cover and massage his nutsack and touching on the base of the rapidly expanding dick, the boy dick just about to break on the puberty scene. The intense feelings were beginning that would travel down his dick, moving against the warmth flowing up from his own beating blood and that of his friend's hand, which was confidently cupping his balls with enough pressure to remove all doubt someone had him by the balls, but not so much that there was any pain. "That feels nice, Dunc" "Come on, take off my boxers." "Thought you just did." "No, Nate, I mean the ones you're wearing." Duncan then added in a husky whisper right in his ear. "I shot some of my first loads of cum in those boxers." The day had been too much for poor Nathan; so much stimulation, from seeing Kelley's virgin mouth fucked by two older boys, to blowing Duncan's nice, slightly fatter dick; from hearing all about Ian, to watching Connor plunge into Katie's pussy - the first pussy he had ever seen at that. And now feeling Duncan's hand on his balls, just beginning their journey to being cum producers, and now hearing these words breathed into his ear - Nathan breathed in sharply and moaned out several times, each punctuated by a small rapid intake of breath. "What just happened?" Duncan asked, pulling his hand away. Nathan grabbed the hand and put it back over his cotton covered nuts, holding it down with both of his. He was at that moment deciding he really liked Duncan's hands. He smiled at his friend who was leaning in and looking a little worried. "Duh?" Nathan said slowly with a lazy, dreamy smile on his face, "What do you think happened? That was awesome Duncan. Thanks!!" "You mean you . . .?" "Oh yeah. I put my cum right where you used to. It probably aint much though. Isnt much, I mean." "You came just like that? I didn't even touch you." "Yeah you did. You're holding me. And the way you were saying stuff to me, I liked it." Duncan smiled now, and just gave the boy's nuts another gentle squeeze. "I wish I could go to sleep like this, Duncan." "Take off the boxers, and I'll hold them for real when we go to sleep." "Are you going to try anything else?" Duncan just leaned in closer to Nathan's face and whispered pleadingly, "Please, Nate?" Nathan hesitated for a moment. The last two times he did something today he could still count up as rash acts of passion and curiosity. But this would be different. This would be a post-orgasmic compliance. A willing compliance and in acknowledgement of his interests; this would make it official in his mind. He looked at the smiling redhead looking down at him from so close. Duncan was good-looking. He wouldn't say cute; but he might say hot. Nathan smiled and slipped his hands under the sheets. Seconds later he also was about to toss a pair of boxers away from the bed. "No," said Duncan, "I want them for later." He took them and just dropped them over the edge, now noting the wetness on the front. So cool, he thought, he was actually touching another boy's sperm. Nathan was wondering what he could possibly want the shorts for later, although he would have had to give them back anyway, once he got his own out of the dryer in the morning. His thoughts on this disappeared, however, once Duncan rolled back over to him, this time even closer. He lined up his body along Nathan's so that there was full contact all along the length of Nathan's right side. He then reached back down and grabbed hold of the boy's warm balls again. "This is so much better, Nate." "Yeah," Nathan responded, again reaching down and placing both of his hands over Duncan's slightly larger, and a little rougher, right hand. He held the fingers that clasped around and under his nutsack - the fingertips just lounging in that netherworld between his balls and his tensed hole - and he massaged the back of the same right hand with his own. "I like this a lot, Dunc." "Good. Me too. It's cool." Duncan waited a moment, just concentrating on the wrinkling, yet still smooth, feel of the scrotal sac in his hands, before continuing with, "Hey, Nate." "Yeah?" "The same goes for you, right? You won't tell anybody?" "No!" "Not about anything you do with me? Not my brothers, not anybody?" Nathan thought about this and then said slowly, "Well, maybe Kelley." Though he still said this unsurely. "I mean nobody else," Duncan persisted, obviously not seeing Kelley count as anybody that mattered when it came to finding out about this boy-boy stuff that was so new to him. "No. Nobody. Promise." "Cool." Said Duncan. "Cause I want to try some stuff." He leaned forward more as he said this, confusing poor Nathan's senses even more, his attention shifting from the weight of the hand on his balls to the warmth from Duncan's chest as he leaned in across his own. Nathan felt it on his body, in his body, flowing through his heartbeats and putting his mind on auto so that he just basked in the warmth and good feeling, but was not really present, even in his own happiness at that moment. If he had been more with it, he may not have believed it was happening when Duncan leaned forward more and covered his mouth with his own. For Duncan, it was a curiosity in overdrive as much as it was a sexual high. But he too had been pushed to his sexual limits and beyond that day. Neither boy was really thinking, but they sure were both feeling. Their dicks couldn't get any harder as Duncan began breathing through this nose, moaning into Nathan's mouth as his tongue slipped in to wrestle the other one inside. For Nathan it was a first kiss, and for Duncan it was, surprisingly, the first uninhibited kiss. He pushed in and Nathan pushed back, but Nathan pushed in that way that you actually push but signal a pull. The more he pushed against Duncan's oral muscle, the more it was a cry for a deeper penetration, a call for a taste of each other on a more personal level; and Duncan responded with a vigorous continuance, elevating the initial simple open mouth kiss to a marathon of oral orgasma. Duncan's hand let go of Nathan's balls and pulled free of the other boy's hands and traveled up the side of his hip, moving in over his belly and up and outward slightly to the left nipple. The stiff nipple became hard on contact as Duncan rubbed around it, and Nathan returned the heavy breathing from nose to cheek and the moans deep into his friend's mouth. Nathan never realized a rubbing of a nipple could produce such feelings; and Duncan as well noticed the response of the other tongue now curving round his, the shifting of body weight below him encouraging a closer acquaintance, and the subtle shifts in moans. Nevertheless, and in response to the feel of body language below him, Duncan let off with teasing Nathan's left nipple and moved his hand around the side of the chest, pulling the rest of his body with it, so that, as he continued to kiss and moan into the open cavity of the other boy's mouth, he slowly repositioned himself and his weight such that he was maximizing his skin-to-skin contact and dominating the physical reality of their increased closeness. For Nathan, as he felt the hand leave his balls, he resisted letting go with his own hands, but eventually did, feeling Duncan's right hand travel upward his body. He replaced the emptiness by moving his left hand over Duncan's hip and his right under the boy's body. Any further movement was interrupted by the incredible feelings brought on by the strong hands that he had just so recently fallen in love with, which began to twitch and tease, massage and masturbate his left nipple. He even began to wonder what it would feel like having this wonderful mouth and surprisingly gifted tongue move downward and join that hand. Who knew that kissing really would feel this great? But now, as he felt the hand move over the side of his chest, Nathan's own hands moved around the boy's hips and grabbed hold of those two luscious orbs of flesh that Connor had apparently gone so gaga over. He grabbed a hold, and in so doing encouraged the perceived movement of Duncan's body over his own, such that the boys were roughly parallel - front-to-front - with Duncan as the top. They each felt the surge through their dicks, now lined up and charged before each other. Nathan's receptive movements continued unthinkingly as he spread his legs so that Duncan could come to rest lying between them. He then grabbed a serious hold of those cheeks pulling the boy down and into him, increasing the friction all along the front and sensitive areas of both their dicks. The kissing continued with Duncan now full out on the boy, stretched over him and feeling the yielding that increased his urges even more. He felt the boy's legs part and move to the side, feeling the inner thighs of Nathan brush and rub on his outer thighs as the legs were pulled up slightly around him and smaller hands squeezed his cheeks pulling him into the slightly smaller body, and indirectly deeper into that searching mouth. His dick was at full charge, perhaps even more so than his first go with Joey that afternoon. The brief flash of the taste and feel of the other boy's ballsack in his mouth caused Duncan to slip a particularly wicked twist around Nathan's tongue just before he pulled up, both boys gasping for air through their still parted mouths. They were still breathing a bit into and out of each other as they had initially only parted about a quarter inch and remained that way, still reveling in the sensation of the prolonged kiss and the continual rolling of their dicks, one over the other, pressed in together by the weight of Duncan's body. Duncan pulled back a little more and began to sit up. As he did so, he simply brought his legs forward, pushing against the backs of Nathan's legs such that they were pulled back and upward. By the time Duncan had sat up in one fluid motion, he was sitting with Nathan laying on his back before him, legs turned up and held at the thigh on either side of him. Duncan's rock hard dick was lined up along the back of his crack and pointing straight up. The sheet and covers had fallen behind Duncan as he raised up so that the full nakedness of the boy before him was exposed. With the position the two were in, Duncan could look straight down where the boy's two hairless legs met, just above where his own dick was rocketing its hardness out of Nathan's crack and going up behind his balls. Duncan could see an opening, a well of sorts, deep in the midst of the valley he had created by moving the boy's legs upward and out to the side some. That well in the valley contained a hole as beautiful, or more so, than the one he had seen inside Joey's own lunar landscape. The well of happiness was just beyond the helmeted head of Duncan's hooded and blood engorged warrior in this line of sight. The helmet of his rigid boyhood was bigger than the well, but he was so wanting to bend forward and penetrate that darkness, to thrust his shaft of life deep within the virgin bowels. He wanted to stretch the walls of containment and hear its owner cry out to thrust him deeper, to cum full and hard within the center of his yielding flesh. Duncan followed his line of sight up from the well to a plain of skin that led to a hairless and tightened sack resting at the base of an equally hard, yet shorter, dick pointing up the stomach to the boy's innie in the midst of a lightly tanned tummy. He continued his purview of the body sprawled open and submissive before him, up past the hardened, flat tits, the collar bone and neck, to the boy's handsome 12 year old face, smiling up with him in a mix of trepidation and desire. Nathan simply gave a slight nod of acceptance to Duncan; it was all Duncan was going to ask for before he plunged his hope of gathering sensation into the depths of Nathan's soft and very inviting ass. Fortunately for both boys' experience, Duncan remembered one important lesson from his enjoyable experience with Joey. From that kid he knew the importance of lube and remembered the jar of Vaseline that Ian had hidden in the woods. There must be something similar in his sisters' old bathroom. "Be right back," was all he said to break the moment, but it couldn't be helped. He was going in, and nothing was going to change that now, but he needed some prep for the both of them; this was a virgin hole. He got up off the bed and ran to the bathroom, such as he could with his dick weighing him down before him. Had it ever been so hard and heavy? When had it been so full of his blood that it was this engorged and laden? And his balls - they felt as though he had churned out a couple extra doses of cum, swelling him up and demanding to be shot out of him, and, preferably, deep into something else. It was only a normal need - such was the nature of life. The boy searched through the cabinets of the bathroom, and there, deep in the back was a hidden make-up bag. Inside the bag was an assortment of products that must have belonged to one of his sisters. He searched through the small bag in hopes of finding something, though he wasn't sure what. He had hoped he might find some kind of slippery stuff, like hand lotion, at least. But nothing was seeming to help. Then he pulled out a tube of something. He read the label and the instructions, and his eyes lit up. He grabbed a hand towel and ran back to the bedroom, jumped up onto the bed and then under the sheets, deftly putting the tube of sex lube under his pillow and tossing the towel to the side of the mattress. "Where did you go?" "Had to get something for later. Well, maybe for sooner, actually." Duncan responded, leaning in close to the boy, both of them on their sides facing each other. Before Nathan could ask him what it was, Duncan pushed against Nathan's shoulder causing the boy to roll over to his back again and went in for another kiss at the same time. Both boys continued feeling each other up, lip-locked, and giving out short 'mmm's and 'nngh's while trying to regulate their breathing with their feelings. Nathan surprised Duncan by initiating his own rollover, sending his friend now to his back and climbing on top. Nathan sat up astride Duncan, with his soft ass resting across the boy's pubic bone, the tip of the Duncan's dick just teasing his crack, something both boys were acutely aware of. "So, what did you get from the bathroom?" He asked Duncan. "It's a surprise." "Will I like it?" "I hope so. I think so, too." "So what do I have to do to get it?" Nathan asked innocently. "Oh, you're gonna get it, every bit of it - way up inside." Duncan smiled. Nathan half-smiled uneasily down at his friend, unsure if he wanted to take it in this direction. This was a big step; bigger than before in two ways: 1) This was big. Simply put. No pun intended, but it was going to 'put' somewhere where it was relatively much bigger than the gate it was going through. And 2) This was the first time he would be taking a thought-out step into sex with someone. And 3) There was the whole matter of virginity involved, not that he thought about it in those terms. Well, he leaned forward, not totally thought-out, and he felt Duncan's hand run up the back of his thigh and over his left rump, as he sat over the boy facing him. He felt the hand grasp his cheek and the fingers slip inside that cleft. There was almost a draft of them, the tips and the edges of the vise holding him open back there, a thought of them drifting deeper ahead of the actual flesh and along the floor of that forbidden and unexplored valley. The imagination of the caress of this breeze along, toward, and across his tightened hole, stretched forward just a little by his own leaning in and pushing out behind, caused a quick intake of breath, a flutter of feelings within, and a hardening beyond his earlier expectations of what would happen at this event horizon. There was no psychological or emotional barrier to this act anymore. That much Duncan had divined by watching the subtle expressions of the boy above. Duncan could press his case, quite literally, and the boy would not stop him. He knew this, and Nathan realized suddenly that he himself knew this, as well. There would be no stopping the inevitable process in that bed tonight. There would be no stopping the boy who would take the lead. On cue, almost, Duncan's fingers had followed their original hint and slipped in, feeling the damp, but warm, internal V of the crack, running along the floor and across the crinkly sensation of the rippled muscle still tightly sealing off the inner recess, though, it seemed to his heightened senses, perhaps not so tightly now. Duncan experimented and pressed two of his fingers into the softer flesh, feeling like very muscular and more tightly bound lips below, and he found they gave slightly. It was more like pushing against a bottom cheek than a bound fist that he imagined his own would be like had somebody gone poking around his hole. Nathan was signaling something different, however. There was no apparent opening actually available to either finger; but the flesh was inviting, and the boy was squirming as he felt the fingers around the portal. Duncan knew some lube and some determination would change the lack of an opening quickly enough. He sat up, facing Nathan and told him, "Nate, I want you to lay down across my lap. Yeah that's it. Yeah that way and across the bed. Ohhh man, that feels nice, your dick rubbing on mine like that." Duncan had the boy lying crossways. They were crotch to crotch, and Duncan was looking down at the presented soft and plump pubescent ass below him, his fingers still caught between those 12 year old virgin cheeks. 'They wont be virgin long,' he thought, 'and I'm about to see something totally different stuck up in that nice ass and stretching those cheeks even wider than my fingers.' He wouldn't be terribly wider than those fingers, but still, seeing a dick halfway up some boys ass, looking down as it stretched open the boy's most private area, a hard flesh shaft disappearing between two pillows of boy innocence - it was becoming an addicting new pastime for the horny Duncan. The teenage part of his life wasn't that far off, and he would have used the word luscious to describe those cheeks if he had known the word. Still, he was a randy 12-year-old about to pork his buddy, and his senses were unconcerned about words. Duncan reached under the pillow behind him and got out the KY. Having extracted his butt-exploration hand, he proceeded to lube it up, and to drip some on the crack that was waiting for him to play Moses and part it with his staff. He put his hand back on the luscious butt and proceeded to rub the KY around the area over the hidden treasure and into (deep into) the readily yielding crack. The warmth and sensation of the feeling was incredible to Duncan. It was as if two warm, muscular pillows, with slippery sides, were pressing over and massaging his exploring hand. His longest finger made first contact with the anal flesh, which now had an even hotter and more slippery presentation than before. He even felt a dropping of resistance against the tip of his finger, such that he suddenly realized that the hole was opened to him, and he was free to plunge within. Which is just what that one finger did. The other fingers curled up into a fist and propelled the longer and luckier finger forward. It went straight in, the prone boy obviously ready for it. "Oh wow, Duncan; that feels weird." "Yeah, it does. It's incredible." "I like it." "Dude, Nate, I totally love your ass. Wow, this is nice." His attention was momentarily shifted from the earlier urge to cum as their two hardened dicks were straining their own skins and pressed and rubbed against each other. Duncan, however, continued pushing the base of the new love muscle forward to get even more in. He also continued his wide-eyed wonder commentary, as much to himself as to Nathan, "I could sit here and do this all day." "You wouldn't care if I told you that I would like letting you?" "Hell, no. As long as you let me." "You don't think I'm queer? Sick, or something like that?" "Nate, I'm about to start finger fucking you and am about as damn hard as I can get. You really think I'm thinking any bad stuff about you? Dude, my finger feels awesome!!! How does this feel?" And with that last part, he began pulling his finger up a little and plunging carefully back down. "Ohhh. Ohhh man. I like that. Ohhh. Do it some more Dunc!" The moans were loud, but what the fuck did Duncan care? He smiled at his friend's answer and the moans spurred him onward to pull out and plunge in with more inches and a faster return each time. Nathan was rubbing his shorter and hairless crotch into Duncan's, driving the boy's dick crazy. Duncan did not know if he would make it and slowed his finger pumping, pulling the middle finger back to just the tip and then adding his forefinger to join it. He reapplied pressure and began sinking both fingers down - deep into the rectum below. Nathan let out a deeper moan when he felt the wider stretch that continued as two fingers were being sunk into his back trunk. He instinctively pushed against the fingers (as though he were pushing out on the toilet) as he wasn't sure he wanted to go any farther with this. What he noticed though was that this action merely gave a free passage to the invading digits - not that it felt any more comfortable, but by pressing out he certainly couldn't prevent any movement in. It was odd, but it had just the opposite effect. No time to think about it now, though, as the fingers were already being withdrawn. He knew soon that Duncan would be pumping him just as hard and fast with these, as he had with his single finger. He also knew there was no stopping him now. And after this - well, he was smart enough to know what was going to pump him just shortly. As the double finger entry speeded up, Nathan felt Duncan's penis flex harder against the friction of the smoother crotch grinding into it, matching the rhythm of the finger fucking. Neither boy would have laid odds on him making it, which may explain why Duncan suddenly pulled out, even though he was going wild with the feel of the muscular anus holding against his fingers and the warmth of the deeper rectal tract of Nathan. He pushed his friend off his lap and onto the bed, immediately crawling on top of his back. He pushed the head of his over-inflated dick head in between the warm slippery buttocks without words or ceremony. The feel of the buttcheeks pulling against the flares of his glans as it met the shaft triggered a deep sexual tickle that suddenly altered his breathing, making him tingly all over somewhat light-headed. He knew it was coming and he hurried his sensitive head down to rest against the slightly open love muscle that he had just finished exercising (Nathan's anus). As soon as his dickhead touched this, he knew it was over. The overwhelming sensation began in his head that made his eyes cross and close, and the heightened nervous discharge began running up the root of his expanding rod. He tensed his arms and just pulled his friend laying on his side backwards into him and slid in his now straining cock. As the anus opened up and swallowed the head, squeezing around the barely malleable glans and down the shaft like a hot, all-over fist, he was blowing. And he was blowing the most cum in the biggest orgasm of his life. And he kept right on moving forward, albeit a bit more jerkily now. He advanced between the spasms of his cum. By the time he hit cock bottom, fully embedded in ass, his few pubic strands pressed flat against smooth butt skin and holding in the cushioned cheeks, he was blowing the last few bursts of cum deep inside the warm 12 year old below him. The funny thing was that Nathan was breathing hard right along with him. He had been concentrating on pushing back and opening up, and staying open. Little did he realize, it was a subconscious effort to prevent the spasms that would have wracked him with pain on this first intrusion ever. Instead, his attention was down where this marvelous event had just taken place, and his comment was simply, "Wow, Duncan. I can feel you shootin' your stuff in me! I can feel it goin' in from out of your dick." 'You can? That's awesome,' is what Duncan would have said back, and somewhere in the back of his mind he thought it; but for the moment he was still cross-eyed from the rush of pleasure that had rocketed through him. What he could register, after the throbs of cumming died down, was that he was laying on his buddy and holding him into his body, and lower down on that body, part of it, about 4 1/4 inches of that body, was embedded in his friend, encased in a luxurious warmth and smoothness. He was thinking about the bare butt backing up into his own crotch, and Duncan began to get hard again, before he really even deflated from the orgasm. Nathan meanwhile thought about the relationship to things he heard on the schoolyard and observed, "I guess I'm not a virgin anymore. At least not back there." "Well," Duncan started, though still somewhat out of breath, "I guess . . . I definitely . . . . . opened your hole up . . . . with my dick . . . . I mean . . . . I'm really in there . . . . but . . . . . technically . . . . I haven't fucked . . . . . you . . . . . yet." "What do you mean?" "Didn't . . . . . go . . . . . in and out." "You want to?" Did he want to??!! Nathan had to be crazy if he thought that was a real question. Duncan on the other hand didn't even consider the possibility that it was just a survey. To him it wasn't a question but an invitation; and he was getting his breath back now, charged up and ready. His response was to use all the energy he had left to pull the kid up onto his hands and kness, following behind so that his dick never left the soft bottom, and began pumping. He began slowly at first, just fractions of an inch. He looked down at the bottom boy and proceeded to go to town on that ass. Having just cum a huge load and having had an incredibly draining orgasm, he thought was ready to go for awhile in that slick tunnel. Fortunately for Nathan's recently plucked ass, it was too hot a scene to last for too long. So he didn't endure chafing or soreness too much as is common with the newly deflowered. As he reached that point where he realized his fun and excitement in getting fucked for real would start to dim against the pain department reality of what was physically being done to him, Nathan's excitement and startle moans and noises were being matched by Duncan's extreme pleasure and cumming noises. In fact, Duncan soon yelled out, "OH FUCCKK! I'm coming again, Nate. Right . . . up . . . . your . . . . butt." Each word at the end punctuated by an inthrust, a hard slap of the bare buttocks by his groin and balls, and an "nnnghh" that captured both the intense orgasm of the spurts going out, as well as the extra effort in passing the increased resistance of Nathan's ass. It took awhile for Duncan in his post-orgasmic state to register what that meant. "Wow. That was so fucking awesome. I mean . . . . . . .well . . . . . . . . . yeah, it was. . . . . . . . . Dude. . . . . Nate . . . . . . did you cum too?! Nathan was breathing slowly but heavily into the pillow below him, still feeling himself stuffed with a shrinking sausage. "Yeah, I did. . . . . That was real cool, Dunc. . . . . I won't . . . . . .tell anybody if . . . . . you'll do it some more . . . . . after this." "Are you kidding?? . . . . . Nate!" Duncan pulled out his deflated cock and reaching down to grab a clump of buttcheek, still trying to get his breath fully back. "I'm going to fuck this piece of ass all the time, if you'll let me!" "I'd like that." Nathan was responding dreamily. He didn't want to be woken up, just in case this was a dream. So this is what he was? He could live with this. Being fucked turned out pretty OK. I mean, he wasn't wild with the direct physical feelings that the action produced, but he was wild about the physical closeness of another boy, particularly a hot one like Duncan, and the actual physical connection made by the boy in charge of his ass, as it were. And he liked the thought, strange as it may seem, of another boy's sperm being held deep inside him. All these things are what made him cum his watery load, and what made him look forward to the next time. "Really?" Duncan asked amazed. He was sitting back, looking at the boy still on his hands and knees before him on the mattress, that luscious 12-year-old boy ass greased up and slightly parted, leaking a bit of cum from the stretched hole. "You'll let me do you, over and over and over?" "Yeah, that'd be cool. I'd like it, Duncan. You wouldn't mind?" "Hell no." Duncan replied this softly as he reached forward and caressed the naked cheeks still held as an offer to him. Nathan was a bit embarrassed now, his orgasm over. He looked down at his watery cum that had stained the sheets. He was still staying in his doggie position, completely submissive to the slightly older boy watching his backside, that boy who had just deposited two loads of white cum inside him, who had just had his dick hard and plowing him from behind. Yet he was staying put. So was he not only queer, but really queer? No, he decided then that his body could be had for whatever Duncan wanted. He would let his friend have the dictates and access he wanted, whenever, however, and wherever. Nathan smiled to himself, slightly turned on that his dripping, lubed hole was on display for another boy. "You've got a real nice asshole, Nathan." Duncan was still admiring that amazing passage of total pleasure. He sat forward again, briefly pressing his softened dick and hanging nuts into the naked behind, then lay down on the bed, pulling the sheet and blanket up behind him and pulling the bottom boy down with him. He pulled his naked friend close to his own naked body, closed his eyes, and, holding his friend's hot body close to him under the sheet, drifted off to some very nice dreams. Nathan as well drifted off to a pleasurable la-la land, filled with boys that he imagined would be fun to feel deep inside him the same way, boys who would take charge, boys who were cute or hot, boys who had intriguing or inviting mystery packages in their jeans . . . . . . . . . . . . . I hope you enjoyed it. If you managed to read through the whole thing without just skipping to the juicy parts, let me know what you think, please, at: Thanks, Jonas P.S. Be honest about how much detail is too much, if it lost you in places, so on. I'll start another series after this one goes a while. Hopefully I'll write better and better as I go.