Date: Thu, 01 Jun 2006 18:58:06 +0100 From: Jonas Henley Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Ch. 06 (Revised) Excerpt from the end of Chapter 5a: 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 . . . . . . . . . . . . . Prelude: When we last left the boys, Kelley was recovering from a potentially life-altering experience by going to bed early and trying to ignore what he had in reality done. He had blown two boys, just to get a job - just to get a job so he could have some money to fit in at the middle school where 95% of the other students came from considerably wealthier families than his own. They had money to spend on many things that were just out of reach for him. He just wanted a little bit, enough to just get in under the radar, to not stand out so much. Ironically, one of the things he wanted cash for eventually was to have equal footing, or something close to it, in getting dates, getting close to girls. He was 12, already starting puberty, already starting to cum, definitely already thinking about his possible future with girls, and acutely aware of the pressures of middle school, of fitting in, of the fact that how you start off in 7th follows you all the way through high school. And how did he start in his summer before 7th grade? He blows two boys - a year and two years older than him. He blows them and swallows down their semen. Swallows it down with his mouth stretched over their hard, thick cocks. Never thought he would ever be eating cum. And it was so much cum. He needed more than one early night. He was still in a daze the next morning. It took him an hour longer than his normal time just to get out of bed. Nathan was having a much better time with his reality shift. He had the same sort of drop kick into a new sexual life. Having been 'outed' from his closeted eye-wanderings by Kelley himself, as well as given the first opportunity to explore the body of another boy by the same best friend. Kelley had handled that well enough in front of Nathan that the slightly younger boy adjusted fairly smoothly to the acceptance of his difference - his interest in boys, and within the next 24 hours, a full embrace of exploring another boy's body. And not just exploring - tasting, gulping down, and fully receiving another boy's body. Duncan's body, to be exact. Beautiful reddish-brown haired, Scottish-Irish Duncan This kid, meaning Nathan, had moved fast, too. In that 24 hours, he sucked down two loads of cum and took another up his ass and loved every single minute. Nathan made his most conscious decision last night when he looked up at Duncan sitting between his legs. Nathan's legs were spread and pulled up, knees bent, and ass spread right in front of his classmate. He could feel the cool air on his hole. He saw Duncan looking down greedily at his opening, could feel the head of the other boy's hardened dick touch the outside of that anal ring, tensed but ready. He then later bent over and let the other boy penetrate him, to take and claim his ass like some girl's pussy. He felt it slide in and open him up, penetrating him to the depths of his body. And then he felt the cum hit inside him. He felt the inner walls of his rectum splattered with that incipient hot boy juice of Duncan. At that moment it made Duncan a man, a man claiming his ass as his pleasure ground. Maybe it was just a boy, but still it was another boy claiming his ass in the most ultimate way possible, with a load of sperm churned out by a pubescent set of balls. And him? Well it made Nathan, uh, made him a cum receptacle, perhaps. Well, it made him a confused sort of happy. It was something he hadn't quite figured out, actually - how he felt - as he drifted off to sleep, held in the arms of another boy pretty much his own age. And that was how we left Nathan and Duncan. Tuesday, 13 June 1995 9:25 am The morning light would be pouring through the windows, if this small room had had windows. All the windows in the upstairs of the garage apartment were in the main room, where Connor and Katie had 'slept' through the night, and in the bathroom. In the small room where Duncan and Nathan had curled up to go to sleep was only lit by the small amount of light coming in from under the door, which was to say hardly at all. At some point in the night, one of them had gotten up to turn off the light, and both at some point had probably gotten up to go to the bathroom, but the only memory either had of those events was seeing the naked body of a boy laying next to him when the covers were moved before the light was turned out, and the heat of a friend in a cold room after the light was out. They had good dreams, moved around the bed as any boy would in a normal sleep cycle, but somehow ended up, as sleep grew shallower, in the original position in which they had drifted off. So the light wouldn't wake the two up, but neither did the cold. Quite the contrary, their body heat made them just cozy enough to use the cold room as an embedded sleep chamber. But speaking of embedded, Nathan was slowly coming awake with a sense of fullness within his bottom. He felt a little stuffed as he drifted up out of sleep. But it was OK. He felt held by someone, he was warm, and he was passing a nice turd. It felt so relaxing, just easing on out with that good feeling of comfort soon to follow . . . . . . Oh crap!! Literally. All of a sudden Nathan was wide awake! He was taking a crap in Duncan's bed! And it felt like a good sized one coming out. He always had that fear of peeing in his bed while he dreamed he was going, but he never dreamed he would be taking a crap. Worse he felt Duncan's arm around him, so that meant he was going to be crapping on Duncan. How embarrassing was this? All of these thoughts flew through his head rather quickly. His first reaction was a physical one - he seized up. That put a stop to the turd from coming out, but now it was just sitting there damming up the works and holding his hole stretched open. Then a weirder sensation occurred: the turd was moving backwards up inside him. This was a truly bizarre sensation, though not as discomforting as he would have normally attached to the sensation, strange as that seemed to him. Still it did seem unnatural, all the same. His reflex reaction in this case, without thinking, was to send it the correct way out. So Nathan bore down to send the turd the correct way down his chute, forgetting for the moment that he was still lying in bed as he was distracted by the unexpected direction the turd had taken. However, he was even more surprised that as he bore down, the thickness of his hole expanded and the fullness moved past and slipped even deeper into his bowels at an even faster rate. Reality dawned on Nathan as he felt Duncan's arms tighten about him in a sort of backsided hug and felt the crotch of his friend nestle snugly against his butt and push in. He then heard Duncan: "Mmmmmm, yeah, Nate, that feels awesome. So nice. Are you awake?" Nathan was back in control of his senses, once again unsure what to do about the feeling of enjoying having another boy plant his pole in his bottom. Still he felt strangely relaxed knowing that it was just a warm, hard cock stretching open his hole and leisurely fucking his boyass. "Yeah, I'm up. That feels nice Duncan," though, in truth, it was still somewhat uncomfortable; it was for now more the idea of it that was nice for Nathan. Not for Duncan, though: "Mmmm. Good, cause feels even better back here. Back here it's totally incredible. I love your ass, Nate. My dick really likes your ass." He spoke in a morning, just-waking-up softness. "Um, thanks." "No, really; you got a pussy twice as nice as Joey's," the boy behind him whispered into the hairline at the back of Nathan's head. Without waiting for a response the dick buried to the hilt back there started another round of in and out. 'Oh right' Nathan thought to himself. 'I'm getting fucked. By a boy. A boy is fucking my butthole. And he'll probably keep fucking my ass until he shoots cum from his balls way up inside me.' There were too many years of being conditioned that this was wrong from every angle to accept this too easily, despite his inclination to do so. Or to try to do so. Duncan, however, had no problems with coming to terms with this. This was great. And for him, there was no pain or conflicting emotions; it just felt fucking incredible; and he lazily continued, fucking the young 12 year old ass of the naked boy in his arms, there under the covers in the darkened room. But Duncan didn't keep fucking him until he came up in his ass. The boy slowed his fucking, gradually coming to a halt deeply embedded so that Nathan could feel the few pubic hairs pressing into his smooth cheeks. The boy felt a gentle squeeze of the arms around his chest and belly, followed by a relaxation - but no cum. There was no climax deep inside him. As Nathan waited for motion to again begin teasing that stretched hole, running back and forth over it, he heard the gentle breathing of his impaler, his friend who was hard and horny, keeping him stretched open, yet relaxed enough to go right back to sleep. Nathan held the arm draped over him tight against him like he might pull up a sheet, and he too eventually drifted off to sleep, despite being stretched to the max in a state of uncomfortable completion with his hole stuffed and just held that way. 10:05 am In another part of Indian Spring, Kelley Tucker was slow to get out of bed. He first woke, feeling refreshed, vaguely aware that there was some reason he went to bed early last night, some reason he broke off early from Nathan. Whatever they were, his reasons, he didn't care now. He felt relaxed and ready for the day. He stretched and started to get up. He noticed his jaw felt a little sore, and something bothered his throat. He wondered why. Wham!! The truth of his day yesterday day hit him. How the hell could he forget that?? For that matter, now that it was all flooding back to him, all he could think was how the hell could he ever have agreed to that? What possessed him? Was he crazy??? He wasn't even interested in guys. (He really wasn't interested. He wasn't afraid of it, per se, since he had let Nathan go down on him, but he certainly had no interest in doing that to anybody himself). Except that he had done that, he thought, as he plopped back down in his bed. Oh god, he had even had sex with Nathan he was remembering. How did he let that happen? Well that wasn't anywhere near as bad as what he did to those two boys with the lawn service in Coolspring. Well, really what he did FOR them. Or down on them. 'Uuggh! Gross!!! Stop thinking like that!' he screamed at himself. He actually thought they would give him a job if he would something that filthy! He was crazy. Hell, even if that would have gotten him a job, he shouldn't have even thought of agreeing. There were other jobs out there. Then he sighed, looking up at his ceiling. That's just the thing - there weren't any others out there. None that he could think of, none that he saw on his rides around Coolspring; and working in Sweetwater was definitely out. He couldn't just advertise his relative poverty and need for money to all his classmates, not even over the summer. At least that was his thinking. He didn't realize just how many kids in Sweetwater really did have jobs. Still to his credit in thinking, getting a job for him really would be the difference between a Sweetwater kid wanting some independence (or parents wanting it) from parental funds, and his obvious state of simply being out-of-place in the richer suburb. I really do need a job, though, he started thinking again. It was cyclical; everything over the last few days simply came back to his need for some fast cash, some pocket money, expendable income. And he thought he could work with those Mexican kids. Oh those two guys - damn look what they pulled on him! How could he be THAT dumb to fall for it? He gave them BLOWJOBS!! for god's sake. His eyes were about to bulge out thinking about how completely dumb he was. Those boys used him. They actually got him to swallow another boy's hard dick. Two of them! In a row!! And swallowed their cum!!!!!!!! 'Uggghh, gross!! That is so fucking disgusting!!!', still yelling at himself. He looked up at the ceiling some more and then began hitting himself on the forehead repetitively and exclaiming, "Stupid!! Stupid!! STUPID!!!" He stopped and looked up at the ceiling after a while, a little phased out. What really could he do about it now? He stared for a moment and sensed somebody watching him. He turned his head to see Ethan, one of his little brothers, the next in line, actually, just standing amazed and concerned in the doorway to his room. His younger brothers took after their mother more, with their dirty blond straight and wavy hair, while Kelley had the brown lightly curly hair of his dad, except Kelley kept his short enough that the curls were only hinted at. Ethan was in need of a haircut, and his wild bed head made him look even more in shock as he simply asked his big brother, "Uh, are you all right?" Kelley felt exposed, not because he was unclothed, he was wearing the same type of boxers and T-shirt he always wore to bed and around the house at night. He felt exposed because of what he was remembering, because of all the things that he had done yesterday. What would his brothers think of him? He reached down and pulled up the covers. "I'm OK, Ethan. I'm just tired. Let me sleep some more?" "Sleep some more? Are you sure you're alright?" "Yeah, I'm sure," he said not-too-sweetly. He just wanted Ethan to go away. He didn't want Ethan and yesterday's events associated in his mind or in close proximity of his thoughts to reality. It didn't make sense even as he was thinking it, but the end result was that he just needed Ethan to go. But he wasn't. The 10 1/2 year old, though he was big enough to pass for 11, stood his ground. "Don't be an ass. You're yellin' at yourself and stuff, and you're still in bed . . . ." "So I'm still in bed? So what?" "So you always get up before me and Ashton, and we been up an hour already." "Look, Ethan, can you please just shut the door. I just want to sleep a little more." Ethan looked at him like he was crazy. "Oh . . Kayyyyy . . . .Well, Ashton went off to find Stevie, or something. I'm goin over to Tripp's, soooooo . . .yeah, whatever your gonna do in there enjoy. Bye." And he shut the door and left the house. Kelley curled up telling himself he did what he did and he couldn't change anything about it. 'Yeah, but I blew a guy! I sucked a guy's dick. And I swallowed his . . . ahhh, gross.' Eventually, he fell back asleep. 10:25am Nathan had also fallen back asleep, despite his hole being stretched over a lazy, albeit very hard dick at the time. Duncan still right asleep with him without having cummed, or lost his hardon, though that changed as he began dreaming, well for that matter as they both began dreaming. Duncan's dream was a wild one where beautiful women were disrobing for him, showing him their firm, round breasts and hard nipples. He reached around them, held them close to him, feeling their warm skin. He watched as one before him spread her legs to let him feast his eyes on the beautiful pussy down below, the lips unfolding back to reveal the dark cave in which his fingers, his lips, his tongue, his dick would plunge. He thrust upward into the young snatch of the soft maiden in whom he was now buried. He thrust up and sighed as he released his life force deep within her. With that he held her closer and drifted off again to an even deeper sleep. Nathan's dream was as a horse in the open west. In was a warm day, the sun beating down on his back. He was taking his rider through dangerous lands, It was exhilarating, he still did not feel totally comfortable with being ridden, but he liked his cowboy. The man was good to him. And he was hot. Not the weather hot, but the make-my-little-horsey-dick-drip kind of hot. He was a sexy cowboy, dressed in a reddish brown, strong, kind, and, at this moment, on his back, riding him close, through the valley. He felt his rider close up on him at one point, holding him tight. Then they must have gotten into town, safely past the Indians, or whatever it was out there, because his rider had gotten off his back and was headed into the saloon. Meanwhile, the horse (Nathan) began to take a crap, right there in the street. "Oh no!" Nathan startled himself awake, unsure of how loud he had been. He reached back behind him to his butt and smiled, realizing what that sensation had been. It was simply Duncan's dick sliding out of him. The boy must have finished fucking him after he fell asleep. Nathan shrugged his shoulders to no one in particular in the darkened room - it was no big deal to him, at least he thought so this far. "Hey Duncan," he whispered. Duncan was out. He got no response, but if we had light at this point, we would have seen Nathan's eyes grow real big, as if a ghost had visited him. Well something had visited him. We know Duncan's growing boyhood had visited his butt twice in the night, and now something else was coming down the other way. This one wasn't a false alarm; he realized that and jumped up out of bed, stumbling for the door and the bathroom. He just made it, fortunately Katie must have used it last and the toilet seat was down. He sat down quickly and splattered the tank with Duncan's cum. He looked inside between his legs and figured that was what had come out. He was a bit bummed, now. He had wanted to keep that up inside him much longer than that. He had wanted to walk around with it, knowing when he was with others in the neighborhood, only he would know that right there, hanging out in his butt, was Duncan's seed, right where he had shot it and left it. But that wasn't to be. Even though Duncan wasn't shooting out huge loads at this point in his life, It was still the first time anything in Nathan's memory had made a reverse entry back there, and it was definitely the first time any cum had been shot up there. So it is understandable that these two loads simply HAD to come out. Some of the sensation had gone away after he wiped himself, but he noticed that the one action had triggered and called upon a deeper, and more regular action. So he sat on the throne a bit longer to care of the next order of business coming down the pipes, that is to say, down the colon. By the time he felt cleaned out and refreshed and had gotten back to the room, the lamp was on and Duncan was laying back on the mattress, his arms back behind his head, the covers down to just below his belly button. Nathan was being lead back in that room by his cock, no doubt, at this sight, but his eyes were getting the workout now. Trying to take in the hard nipples on the boy's flat tits, the defining muscle as it began to announce to the world that this boy was going through puberty, the clear face that looked as if it had never heard of puberty, the freckles, the incredible smile that warmed and welcomed, and the reddish-brown hair in wild disarray from the night's rest (and activities). He didn't know what to lust at first, what to drool over more; oh yeah, he definitely liked boys. And this one was a winner, though his brother Connor was pretty hot, too. Nathan left the bedroom door open as Connor and Katie were both already gone, and he walked over to the bed, literally trying not to drool. He smiled at the boy smiling up at him and slipped under the covers, bringing his mouth, wet and slobbering over the reclining boy's left nip, working his way up and into the nearly hairless armpit, up the neck, and at last locking his lip down on the other set and slipping in his tongue. While Duncan may have gotten off in the middle of the night, Nathan was still horny, and he began to hump the groin and stomach of his stronger friend. The boys were really going at it, on fire and hot for each other. Duncan reached back and down and grasped his friend's behind in both hands, kneeding the cheeks independent of each other, squooshing that pliable ass thinking this is the ass I just fucked twice tonight. And he said to himself, 'I could have this ass, run my dick straight down this hole (as he ran a finger over it) any time I want. Wow, I've actually been inside my friend. My dick has been up inside my friend.' These were some of the thoughts running through Duncan's head, competing with a confusing array of other horny thoughts that were causing his dick to rise yet again and want to be serviced by the young Nate. But Nathan beat him to the next orgasm and started moaning into his first real partner's mouth, even while he wrestled the boy's tongue. He pressed his whole body harder into Duncan, really pushing his pre-cum slickened dick along the boy's soft skin, and muscular, yet cushy, belly. And he came hard, shooting into the softness between them. Nathan pulled off Duncan's mouth, still breathing hard, "Oh wow, Duncan . . . . . . . that was . . . . . . . . that was . . . . . . . fucking awesome!!" The boy was exhilarated, but now Duncan was in need again, "Come on, Nate. Please. Please put it in your mouth." "No . . . . . unh unnh." ""Please, Nate, just real quick. Just go down on me real quick." "No way, Dunc, that's been in my butt." Duncan considered this, and it did have merit. "OK, OK. Then, maybe in the shower, please." "Together in the shower?" "Yeah," Duncan smiled. He wanted to say 'Duh, yeah together', but then that would be rude, considering he was asking for a blowjob. Nathan lit up again, though still a little drained from his orgasm. "Hell, yeah. That'd be cool." The boys enjoyed their shower. It was a fun experience just for the novelty, and about as tender an experience as two boys can bring themselves to share outside of the raw sex of things. They each soaped up the other, enjoyed the added feel and visual stimulation of exploring even more of another boy's body, though, obviously, Nathan got off on this about five times as much as Duncan. Duncan finally got another blow job; Nathan was getting better and better at this, and liking it better and better, as well. Duncan sat down on the oversized ledge at the far end of the shower and leaned back against the wall. He relished the feel of every throb leading up out of his body, and up the hard rod enveloped by a wet mouth, and swirled by a lusting tongue, as he pumped his juices out into the waiting mouth of a boy who had no problem swallowing it all down. The boys dried off after the shower, though Duncan only put on his boxers as he watched the other boy get dressed. "Aren't you getting dressed?" "No dude; Nate, you wore me out. I'm so glad you came over." "Thanks. Me too." "But, uh," Duncan smiled and laughed. "I'm going back to bed for another hour or two." "Oh, OK." "You can, uh, totally join me, Nate. Curl up, and then we can get up again, and then maybe I could, uh . . ., maybe, uh, fuck you . . . . . . again." There was a long uncomfortable silence between the two. Nathan didn't move at all, and Duncan just twisted his arms waiting for some kind of response. Finally, it was Duncan who exclaimed, "God, what an idiot. I'm sorry, Nate; I can't believe I just said that." "No. No, it's, uhhh, OK. Really. I, uh, . . . . kinda . .liked it." "Huh?" "No, it's cool Dunc." "Really?" "Yeah. I cant stay, but, um, can yoooouuuu, you know," he smiled at his amazed friend, "say it again." Duncan smiled, and gave a look that took on Ian's mischievousness: "I wish you would stay and go back to bed with me, cause when I wake up again, I'm going to want to bend you over, pull down those pants, and fuck that ass. I'm going to want to sink my hard dick deep down that tight hole you have, grab those asscheeks and squeeze them and just bang the shit out of you. How's that?" He paused, smiling broadly, flushed from this sexual oration that seemed to actually well up from his balls. "Shit, I'm already hard again." Nathan laughed. "Thanks, Duncan. It feels good, knowing you don't think I'm a freak." "Nate, man are you kidding? You're awesome." The boys parted after this, Duncan heading off to crash, and Nathan heading outside to the main house to find what happened to his clothes and bike. Nathan found his things and grabbed his bike and headed off for home. He soon caught up with Joey and Stevie Vargas who had left the Cormack house a short time ago, but were now stopped on the side of the road talking with Ashton Tucker who had seemingly come from the other direction. "Hey Nate!" Ashton said as Nathan pulled close to the three boys. ""Hey Ashton. Your brother at home still?" "Yeah. He's acting weird. Went to bed real early last night and he stayed in bed all morning 'til I left. I guess he's still there." "Oh." "You know what's wrong with him?" "Uh, no. Sorry. Hey Joey! What's up, Stevie? Kat said you two left a while ago. You're goin' kind of slow." [Kat was what many of the boys called Katherine, the youngest Cormack girl]. Stevie rolled his eyes. "Joey fell and hurt his butt. He was climbing a tree with Connor. So we got to walk our bikes home." "Fell out of a tree, Joey?" Nathan asked. "Uh," Joey cleared his throat and started turning scarlet, "Yeah. I was, uh, climbing. . . . um, . . . .and I, uh, fell. It's a little sore." "What's with your face, Joey?" Ashton asked. "It's all red." If Joey could have turned any redder he would have. As it was, he had already been worried about exactly how much Patrick, or even Kat for that matter, knew about the things their older brothers got up to, or up into, meaning up into his ass, for one. He had been worried that they might know and possibly tell Stevie, since he hung out with them all the time. But for now, he had to escape their scrutiny, besides he wanted to compare some notes with Nathan. "Hey Stevie, you and Ashton hang back, or whatever, I'm going to talk to Nate in private." "Sure, Joey." Stevie was a good kid, and not too preoccupied with others were doing, so maybe it would be OK. Stevie signaled Nathan a goodbye with a nod of his head as the two older boys walked a little ways up the road from the younger ones. Those two were too busy to notice anyway, as Stevie was giving Ashton a play-by-play of the water war the day before, even though Ashton had been in about three dozen of these already with the various Cormack clans. Now Joey was a little more developed than his barely 11 years would seem to entail, while Nathan was a little less developed than many his age. So though the boys were about 51 weeks apart, they looked physically as equals, and they looked like they were going into some serious conversation as equals as well. "Did Connor, you know . . . . ?" Joey looked at Nathan, and then back over his shoulder at his little brother to make sure they were far enough back and not paying attention to them. "Yeah, he fucked me this morning. Man, it hurt, Nate." "You should have told him. He would have stopped." "I know. But it was more toward the end it started hurting the most. And I . . . . I don't know. I felt stupid telling him to stop after all that. Problem was he already done Katie that morning, so he was like, all out of cum. So it took him a long time to do it again. I didn't even get to feel it at the end. He was like all dry." "How long was he doing you?" "I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders and again looked back to check on his brother. "A real long time." They were back on the main road through the front part of Indian Springs, between Carrie Gaston's house, where Katie was supposed to be last night, and probably had snuck to this morning, and Caleb Parker's house. Caleb was going to be a freshman that fall along with Connor. His little brother, 10 year old Rich was out in the side yard playing with another little kid from the very front part of the community. Nathan wasn't sure of the other kid's name, but both of them yelled out to Stevie and Ashton to join them playing. "What time is it anyway?" Nathan asked Joey, as they watched the four younger kids run around to the back of the Parker's home. "Almost 11. Did you sleep in late?" "Oh, uh, yeah. We stayed up late watching TV." "Oh. . . . .Well, Connor said you guys went to bed around 10." "So?" "Sorry, Nate. I was just wondering if you and Duncan maybe did some stuff." "I don't know what you mean." There was an uncomfortable pause where both boys continued on, walking their bikes, one being too sore to ride and the other sore enough to appreciate a mixture of walking and bike riding. "Hey, Nate, do you think I'm sick or something letting guys do this stuff to me." "Do you?" "Yeah, sometimes. I think there must be something wrong with me." "Why did you let Ian start stuff with you, Joey, if you didn't want it? "I don't know. It's weird. I didn't really want it, but it was kind of like he just said 'bend over', you know, one day and I did. After that I just did it a few more times, and I guess it felt alright or something the last few times. Then when Duncan asked me, it was like, so many people know anyway, and . . . . . hell, I don't know. But when he did it, it was like, wow, it was awesome for a moment. It was like he saw something back there that he thought was great, and it got me charged up. I even came when he started doing me. He barely pushed his dick the last part of the way into my ass before it started." Nathan started smiling toward the end of Joey's speech. He could definitely relate to the feelings elicited by Duncan's exploring hard member. Joey saw Nathan's dreamy look and smiled himself. "Nate, you and Duncan did something last night. You did, didn't you guys?" Nathan blushed more in response and then nodded his head. "I knew it!!" Joey exclaimed. "Not so loud, dude." He looked over at the Isenbern house across the street. They were an older couple with really hot looking grandchildren that visited them from time to time, though Nathan had never played much with them in all the years he had seen them outside when going past their house, heading out to the Cormack's or to the swimming point on the Crazy Indian. Still, the elder Isenberns were retired and tended to work outside in their gardens frequently. He didn't want his burgeoning sexuality discussed so loudly going past their house. "Sorry. But you guys did do stuff?" "Yeah. I guess I could tell you." Then he froze, remembering the admonishment Duncan had given before they started having sex last night. Nathan had in fact agreed not to tell anyone about this, excepting Kelley. "Well, on second thought, Joey, nothing really happened." "Oh. It's OK, Nate. You don't have to tell me." Joey was downcast, and Nathan felt bad. "Joey, I . . . . . . well, I just cant say stuff that may, or may not, involve other people, but, uh, if I did get, uh, butt-f-f-fucked," it was a harder word to say than he would have thought, "by, um, say Duncan, just as a like a , you know, maybe it could happen sort of thing, then I would probably think it was pretty awesome." Joey smiled, and simply said "Cool. So I'm not a total freak." "Well, I'm more than you. I actually, uuhhhh, like guys." "So what?" "No Joey, I mean I really like guys. I like looking, and I daydream and dream about it, all of it. I like guys', um, dicks, you know. I'm just kind of figuring it all out, too. So, you don't think I'm some queer, faggot kind of freak?" Joey laughed. "Well, you knew I was bending over giving my ass to Ian. I got porked by Duncan yesterday and liked it, and I dropped my pants for Connor this morning so he could stretch the shit out of my hole with his big dick. I even went over specially for it. So why would I think anything bad about you? I didn't have to walk Stevie home this morning. I mean, look, he's not even with us anymore." He turned to point back behind them to highlight the point that Stevie was gone already when they saw Mr. Evans jogging right behind them. The boys both froze in fear at the sight of the man who had been right behind them for this part of the conversation. "Good morning boys." He had been jogging very slowly behind them, but now that they had stopped he kept right on and ran around them, picking up a little speed. He playfully slapped Joey's butt as he ran past and said, "well, guess that explains why you're walking funny, Mr. Vargas. " The he turned around and ran backward while adding, and smiling as he did so, "And from what I see, just covered up, Mr. Connor Cormack must have been in pure heaven this morning." With that, he turned back around and continued his run. "Oh shit," Nathan exclaimed matter-of-factly, owing more to the fact that he was in shock. Joey was still blushing from the comment Donald Evans had made about his rear end. Beside that, the man had actually been looking. He only lived around the corner on the side street that Joey lived just off of. What if he told his parents? While Joey was raising his fear level on this possibility, Nathan looked over at his friend and began thinking of something else Mr. Evans had said. He leaned back and looked down the backside of Joey, as Joey kept staring after the man who was now coming up on the turn-off to Nathan's house. Nathan's eyes meanwhile swept down the lean nascent pubescent back of the 11 year old, taking in the developing muscles hinted at beneath the small T-shirt. His eyes kept going down to the waistline of the jeans, hugging the boy's inward curve of his back before swinging back out in a denim-clad curve of softness. The seam of the jeans cleft the two buttocks proudly showing the boy's ass(ets). Nathan had to have a sneak preview. He slipped his hand down the back of the boy, luxuriating in the feel of the incipient musculature under his hands, and eventually down and over the ass, feeling individual heat rising from both globes, the ridge of his hand resting in the crack, his thumb hooked into the back of the jeans. He hooked further into the underwear underneath, delving his thumb in until the tip slipped into the heat of the crack. He pulled back and could see the delicious start of Joey's valley line and the rounding of the first part of his squeezable globes; but it was just a bare teaser, quite literally. It wasn't enough. The younger but more developed, boy was still in a state of private turmoil when Nathan reached around him and unsnapped his jeans and began pulling down the zipper. "Nate, what the hell are you doing?" He grabbed the hand and arrested the downward movement of the zipper. "I just want to see what Connor got to see." "No, man," he slapped Nathan's hand away from his back end. "People can see us out here." "No they won't, the Parkers ain't home, Rich and them's in the back, you can here'em yelling. And the Isenberns' curtains are all closed. I don't see their cars neither; I think they're gone." "I don't know." Joey was looking down the curve in the street where Mr. Evans had disappeared continuing on his run. "Come on, Joey," Nathan pleaded while noticing that Joey hadn't bothered to zip back up. After a bit more hesitation, Joey turned to Nathan and said, "OK, real quick. Hold my T-shirt up." Nathan pulled the T-shirt up and back a little and watched amazed as Joey bent over slightly, lowering both his jeans and underwear out and over his butt, dropping them, just for a second, to the level of where the legs met his ass, and then rapidly pulling them back up, zipping up afterward as well. Nathan was still staring at the jeans where the naked ass had just been. It really was a nice butt. He got to see the tan line, though the ass below wasn't amazingly white, come to think of it, both Joey and Stevie were a little darker than most white kids, but only subtly so. Joey's ass had a creamy, dreamy sort of look to it, the valley sealed off from any further view by a complete coming together of his buns, but looking lower, just before the sight of that graspable set of melons was cut off, Nathan saw the residue of the grease or lube that Connor must have used to help his bigger dick push it's way deeper into that valley and penetrate that still tight hole within. The shiny residue brought out the more subtle cream color of his cheeks on either side of the inside of his buns, just above where his asshole probably lay. "Come on, Nate, quit staring at me." "Sorry. I was just thinking. Have you ever got a chance to try doing what they do to you? Well, I was wondering that and thinking you really do have a nice butt." Joey smiled and blushed, and the boys continued walking their bikes down the road on their way home. "Well," Joey slowly drawled out, eventually, "uh, I was wanting to try it. And I was wondering if maybe you wanted to. If you did, maybe we could trade." "Just to try it?" "Yeah. I mean Duncan's never going to let you, right? And, I think I'm done doing this. I think I would just feel weirder every time I do it from now on. Except, of course, we do each other. You know, just to see what it's like doing it, um, instead of, uh, well, uh, getting it." Nathan thought about this a moment or two. "I really liked it when Duncan did it last night - I mean, um, if he actually did, you know," Nathan said, still keeping up the pretense of not telling, "but I couldn't let Connor try it. That would hurt, I think." "It does." Joey was still walking a little oddly to prove that. "So why did you?" "I don't know. . . . . Well, I kind of do." Joey paused in his answer, but they kept walking, nearing the Anderson's on the right and the turn off to Spring Extension just beyond on the left. They were on Spring Dr, which loosely followed the original road that the timber companies had put in long ago to access the Indian Spring forest. The only problem was that the second juncture where it would have to cross the creek, there was a setback with the foundation in putting in a bridge, according to the company engineers. There was brief talk about diverting the stream channel, but this was difficult given that so much of the early length of the stream was fed by underground springs At the point where the road stopped, it was already a sizable creek, big enough still to this day that this was one of the main places the kids of the community got together to swim and to swing off the rope. So the easier choice was simply to alter the course of the road. Hence Spring Extension, which, ironically, was the predominant road for deep access to most of the park, not that anyone other than locals or state workers ever used it. Outings undertaken from Sweetwater or Coolspring were usually undertaken by the highway access roads that led to the front of Indian Spring where the spring actually was, or via one of the little used backdoor access roads that led discreetly into the back of either Village. All this aside, though, Joey's final answer as to what swayed him into seeking out Connor, dropping his pants and briefs and bending over and offering himself to some stretching exercises, as it were, was: "his dick, mostly. I know, it sounds weird, and pretty queer, but it got me all hard just seeing him hard through his shorts. I just . . . . well, I just . . . . I don't know. Wanted to have it. Or try it. Or something." It was Nathan's turn to smile now. "It doesn't sound weird. I, uh, kind of had some fantasy about his dick too. And, . . . . .hmmmm, well, it gets me pretty hard seeing it too. But I guess I am kind of queer." "Oh sorry, Nate. I didn't mean anything bad about that, you know, the way I said it." "It's OK, Joey. I guess I'm figuring stuff out. I don't get why you let guys do stuff to you, but I'm pretty sure I like guys like a, uh, well, uh, a, you know . . . . .a queer." Joey wanted to say 'You're not queer' because he liked Nathan as a friend, but then what did it matter what label he used. It didn't, so he just didn't say anything. He just nodded slightly and looked at the street sign that said 'Spring Extension' on the wooded road going off to the left. Nathan lived down Parker Way, the first road on the right as you went down Spring Extension. It was so named because of the three Parker homes that used to be located on the short side road that extended into the forest edge around the creek. One of those homes no longer existed, the occupants having abandoned it to build a new house 40 years earlier on Spring Dr (where Caleb's family now lived). Another house was sold to the Godfrey family (Nathan's mother's family) before the law giving the State first dibs on home sales went into effect. The home that had been in his dad's family (his dad's mom's family) was, at that moment, on his and Joey's right, and now occupied by the Andersons, distant relatives on his paternal grandmother's side. It was one of the older homes of Indian Spring. The third home that made up Parker Way was actually still held in the Parker family. It was occupied by Caleb and Rich's grandparents. "Uh, I guess, I'll see you later, Nate. You going home now?" They had come to a stop at the junction of Extension with Spring. "Nah. I already got a shower at Duncan's, and Mrs. Cormack washed my clothes last night. I figured I might go to Tucker's and see what's up there." "You two ever do stuff together?" "What? With Tucker? No way. He's way straight. Uh, sorry, Joey. I didn't mean . . . . . . " "No it's cool. Sorry for being nosey. I was just wondering. So you think you might want to try, you know, each other some time? Not today though, I'm way too sore." "Uh, I don't know, Joey. Might feel kind of weird after all." "Yeah, you're right. Sorry, never mind on it. Forget I said anything. You're right," he gave a half-hearted laugh. "It would be too weird." "Hold on, I wasn't saying no. I was just saying 'I don't know', and beside, like you said, not right now anyway. I am going your way a little farther, so let's just go. Maybe later." "Yeah maybe later. Are you going to take the shortcut through the woods?" "I don't think it's really a shortcut, but I figured I would." The so called short cut was actually little more than a path where a cut-through road would have gone, had the development plans of Indian Spring picked up more momentum earlier on. It would have connected the road Maiden Turn to the unnamed spur on which the Tuckers lived. The Tuckers, and the older generations of Cormacks whose houses on the spur had long ago been largely demolished, had never formally petitioned to have the spur renamed. So the Tuckers were forced to place their mailbox down on the bypass section that connected the first part of Spring Dr to what would have been called Maiden Loop (although that name was later given to another section). It can be confusing, but Nathan's mind wasn't on history as he and Joey turned left on to Maiden Turn and then split up at Joey's street. Nathan continued on around the bend of the road and passed the Thorpe's and the Evans' (same one that had run, or jogged, past them earlier) on the left and Jonah Kemp's house on the right. The asphalt got rougher and narrower rapidly until he was soon off it all together and on a trail that brought him to the creek edge, where it was still a small creek, though building itself by collecting underground tributaries. He crossed over a log bridge (cautiously as he was walking his bike) and continued down the trail on the other side until he came to Kelley's house. But nobody was home. Earlier that day, as Nathan was finishing his blow job in the shower, in fact at the very same moment he began to swallow the first shots of Duncan's diminished, thickened cum, letting those ropes of sperm slide down his throat, a noise was heard on the other side of the front part of Indian Spring: "Tucker!!" Kelley Tucker slept on, hearing this, but somehow incorporating it into his dream. "Tucker!!!" He slept on, crowds of adoring female fans chanting his name as he got ready to sing his next hip hop melodic sensation on stage. "Tucker! Dude, wake up!!" He opened his eyes to the deeper voice and the sight of Blaine Hart's face hovering over his. It was about then he realized the heavy weight of the older boy on his body wasn't part of his dream. He was still just blearily looking up at Blaine, pretty sure none of it was a dream now, but kind of hoping it might be. Maybe the face hovering there, smiling at him oddly as if something were wrong, maybe it would just go away when he turned back over to fall asleep; except he couldn't turn over. Then he felt the side of his head being cuffed again playfully, punctuated by" "Dude [whap] wake [whap] up!! [whap]" "All right! All right!! Stop it Blaine, I'm up! I'm up!! Geez." "Dude what was with you? I thought you always got up real early. Man, I couldn't even wake you up; I've been shaking you and calling you forever. " "Well, I'm up, so stop." "Man, is he up already?" The two boys on the bed turned to the sound of the voice and watched as a dirty blond head poked inside the door. Tyler Fisk looked at the scene before him with both boys heads turned and looking at him. There was Kelley laying in his bed, total bed-head looking something between annoyed and still asleep, with a little bit of surprise thrown in. And hulking above him was Blaine. Blaine was 13 years old, a year and two months older than both Tyler and Kelley, though they were all going to be in the same grade next year. He was more developed than them, obviously, and according to Nathan, who had been peeping during a swim one day last year, was hung slightly better than others his own age. He was bent over Kelley, scrunched down with his legs on either side of the supine boy, leaning forward and supporting himself on his arms at the boy's shoulder level. Tyler continued based on this sight, "Hey, uh, do you guys need some more time alone?" "Fuck off, Tyler. Get off me, Blaine. "Oooh, somebody's grumpy this morning." Tyler walked fully into the room and began munching on the pastry that he had had hidden in his hand behind the door moments before. "And yeah, it's still morning, barely. There's another one of these down there, too," motioning in the air with the pastry. "Don't mind if I have this one, do you?" "No. How did you guys get in?" "Ethan and some other kid let us in. They went off to the other kid's house. A real obnoxious looking kid. Kind of had this superior kind of look to his face." "Oh, yeah. That's Tripp. I don't like him either. Now get off me Blaine." "Say the secret password." "Um, you're an ass. Is that it?" "He's getting in a better mood, Blaine. Let him up or we'll never get to the swimming hole." Blaine looked at Tyler and nodded his agreement. He sat up, still straddling Kelley's waist. "So how, come you didn't come by yesterday, Tucker? We thought you and Nate were going to be by around noon. I thought we were going to go swimming. Tyler almost cried when you two didn't show up." Tyler just rolled his eyes and finished off the rest of his pastry. Kelley began to smile after this comment, but then remembered why he hadn't gone over to Tyler's house in Sweetwater yesterday. His smile quickly faded to a bewildered consternation, and he began fumbling for words, "Oh, yeah, well, we were, uh, . . . . . .um . . . . .going to go . . . . .uh . . . to . . .uh . . . . . but, um . . . . " "Dude, what is up with you?" "Get off me, Blaine! Come on, I gotta take a piss." He couldn't move the boy off him alone, Blaine was a lot stronger than even his bigger frame suggested. Blaine smiled and got up, letting Kelley scramble out of his bed and run barefoot and shirtless to the bathroom he shared with Ethan. The other two boys were still wandering around his room, looking at this and that when they heard the strong stream of piss hit the toilet. They heard a sigh come out of Kelley, and Tyler laughed. They then heard Kelley yell back to them while his piss kept on going: "Have you guys been by Nate's house?" "He wasn't home," Tyler called back. "And I called him when I was downstairs getting breakfast. So he isn't there." "We can still go by there on the way to the creek," Blaine shouted toward the bathroom. "OK. That's cool." Kelley finished up, flushed the toilet and started washing his hands. Blaine noticed the shirt Kelley had worn yesterday. It was on the floor, and he absently picked it up. He didn't have any real reason, but now he noticed a stain swiped on the right sleeve just below the shoulder. It was a stiff stain, a little yellowed, but barely. He pulled the shirt up to his nose. He could smell the deodorant Kelley wore, could smell the odor of his underarms, of his now pubescent body, but he didn't linger on these. It was a smell on the stain that he lingered on - but just to identify it. And he could. He knew that smell. "Why are you smelling my shirt?" Blaine turned to the sound and saw an incredulous look on Kelley's face. The boy was already naked, having come back into the bedroom and slipping off his boxers to put on his swim trunks. He hadn't noticed Blaine sniffing his shirt until he went up to his dresser to find some trunks. Now he was just standing there unselfconsciously in all his bare glory. Blaine looked down the front of the boy's body to the limp penis hanging over the drawn up balls. They were full, and there were some soft honey brown hairs in a small patch just above the root of the naked penis that told Blaine that the boy probably could shoot some maturing cum, the kind that would make this stain. Blaine showed him the shirt and said, "You got cum on your shirt." "No I didn't," he laughed it off. "Are you crazy?" He turned his attention back to his dresser. "Dude, that's cum." "So why are you holding it, and smelling it?" "Man, Blaine, you're a perv." Tyler added. "OK, so maybe I shot in my shirt." Kelley finally relented. "Where am I supposed to do it, my sheets? It's not like you never jerked off. Jerk-off." He found some trunks and pulled them out and began putting them on. "Well, it looks like you wiped your face on your sleeve." Blaine was just kidding with his friend, his smile said that. But his eyes noticed something else. A twitch, a diversion of Kelley's eyes, the pupils dilated. A whole subtle movement went through the boy that let Blaine know that he had hit on something. But that would be absurd. "You guys are both pervs. Sick." Tyler was laughing as he saw his friends bubble butt swallowed up by the trunks. It was more than a bubble butt; it was more like a bubble butt met a tough kid, still retained its lusciousness, and yet taunted you all the more, daring you to bend the kid over and split those melons. But this isn't what Tyler actually thought. He truly wasn't interested, but even he would have to admit at some level of consciousness that this was a nice ass. One that called out to be caressed, grabbed, playfully slapped, . . . . Sorry. Where were we? The tremor through Kelley was quick. He recovered his piece of mind quickly enough, though, and smoothly answered, "Shut up Blaine, so I got some cum on my hand, wiped it on my shirt. Maybe the rest of it is in a sock somewhere." He tied up the strings to his trunks. "You want me to find the sock? You hungry?" Tyler was bending over laughing. Blaine laughed as well and accepted this version. It certainly made more sense, was more probable. He tossed the shirt down. "Come on, peter puller, get a shirt; let's go." Kelley finished getting ready, left a note for his brothers and the three headed out on their bikes down Maiden Bypass, as the official name went, to get to Spring Dr. and head over to Nathan's via the roads. Kelley and Nathan had already gone to Sweetwater school district last year, just not the whole year. The student reapportionment had become finalized just after spring break in the last school year. So Kelley, Nathan, and all the other Indian Spring students had already spent 2 1/2 months in the Sweetwater system. This was where Kelley had gotten his realization of how hard life in school was about to become for his moneyless future. Sixth grade was fairly benign, especially since they were marked out as newcomers anyway despite whether having money or not, but he was perceptive and watched the kids from the higher grades, their interactions, and so on. And so he learned the power of just a little expendability in cold hard cash. Most of the Indian Spring kids kept to their own groups during this short time. They did branch out slowly and start to make friends, the boys more so than the girls. Still it was too short a time to establish any strong or deep friendships, not that boys really need those to hang out or to pick up where things left off when school resumed. But Kelley and Nathan did hit it off with Tyler and Blaine. The two Sweetwater kids were best friends beforehand and the pair of best friends melded easily into a foursome. It helped that they had met much earlier in the school year, with the two Indian Spring kids doing the unthinkable and even inviting the Sweetwater kids down to swim in the creek. It may sound odd, but to many of the kids in Indian Spring, and even a few parents (of the ones that had also grown up there), it was a transgression that had not been rectified. Still the other kids liked Tyler and Blaine and more or less accepted them being there and joining in the skinny dips and other horseplay. It was hard not to like Tyler, though. Tyler was the jokester of the group, the wisecracker, and the one most likely to go behind the scenes and set someone up for a joke. He had a perpetual smile and look of mischief. The dirty blond hair was more straight than not, but clumped when unkempt which it was half the time. Blaine had brown hair and kept it shorter. He was a little taller and more developed than the other three, being a year older. He was also a pretty good defense for them. He had often functioned as one for Tyler. Blaine had little fear and could take out most boys bigger and a year or two older than him. He was strong and could develop a pretty good controlled anger. It was best not to get on his bad side as he could be slow to forgive, and he had a measured sense of judgment. He felt people should pay for what they do until all debts could be forgiven. Blaine and Tyler complemented each other nicely. Still, both were nice guys, and the four of them always got along well together, with few arguments amongst them. It was just the fourth they were missing. But they wouldn't run into Nathan on the road. As they were heading down Spring Drive, Nathan was just coming out of the trail into the back way to the Tuckers. The boys therefore didn't find him at home either and so headed on down to the creek for some swimming. Nathan didn't waste much time at Kelley's since no one was there, and he still didn't feel up to riding all the way up to Sweetwater to see if Tyler and Blaine were around. He needed a break from the Cormacks. There didn't seem much to do but go back home. On his way back to house he thought about the Cormacks. That day had gone so well; he was like one of the neighborhood kids, not feeling so much like an outsider. And now, would these sexual things get in the way, maybe? Had he forever changed his place there? Or here in Indian Spring altogether? Just look at Joey - he doesn't even really want to do any of these things, but it all has sort of gotten away from him. Nathan wasn't so sure he made the smartest of choices in the last two days. He was sure of one thing, though, he was glad he hadn't joined Kelley in blowing those two Mexican kids. Or Hispanic kids. Or whatever they were, whatever you were supposed to call them. That was definitely a low that was far lower than his own consternation. He felt bad for Kelley. And now all of a sudden he felt bad for leaving him alone with the repercussions of that event. He turned off Spring Drive onto Spring Extension and headed on to Parker Way and his house. The other three boys were also on Spring Drive, having already stopped at Nathan's empty house, but they were much further along the road now, and around several bends. They had passed the turnoff to the Cormack house already and were crossing the Crazy Indian on the last bridge (it was a very winding creek), coming up on the Whitman house. Halley Whitman and Katherine and Patrick Cormack were playing in the front yard as the boys rode past. That was always the danger riding your bikes this way to the swimming hole that the middle teens used the most. There was the danger of picking up little kids who wanted to come along. But this was usually only the case if an older brother and sister were in the group headed down to the Creek. As it was, the three little kids ignored the bikers and continued playing their game of King and Castle until Patrick turned around and shouted, "Hey Kelley!!! Where's Ashton?!!" "If you aren't at your house, maybe he went to the Gaston's! Or maybe he's at Stevie's! " He didn't know that both Stevie Vargas and Phillip Gaston were with Ashton already, but somewhere else. They had left Rich's house and had headed off to woods behind the Hudson's where an old tree fort awaited them. The last of the Hudson kids had outgrown it years ago, and it became public property in the eyes of the community 8 and 9 year olds. Kelley didn't wait for the kid's reaction as his friends were already passing the Radcliff's and coming up on the end of the road. They would walk their bikes from here down a wide trail to a clearing to where the bikes were usually dumped, and rarely locked up. From here, kids headed down a narrower trail that followed the creek as it had twisted back to meet where the road would have crossed had engineering at the time allowed. The trail and the creek then continued on eastward a few more hundred yards until the trail finally dipped down to the best swimming part of the creek - well, of the upper creek, at least. Once here the boys pulled off their shirts and ran up to the rope swing, except Blaine paused to drop his trunks as well, before scrambling back up the bank to where the rope was draped across a low branch. Kelley looked at Blaine and then down at the boy's genitals. His balls weren't that much bigger, but his hair went farther out off the sides of his penis and down slightly to where the outward curve of his scrotum began from the fold of his legs. The hair would soon grow around his penis edge and envelope the scrotum. There was no mistaking the older boy among the three, but it was his penis that caught Kelley's eye. It WAS thick, just like Nathan surmised it would be this year. "See something you want, Tucker?" "You wish. No it's your dick. It's real thick. Nate said it would be." "Yeah, well, he should know. He stares enough at boys." "Hey! Knock it off, he does not!!" "Whoa, easy, Tuck," Tyler said. "We both really like Nate, but the dude's got it for the guys. I mean it don't bother me none, but it's there." Kelley sighed. He wondered just how many kids knew. "I know what you're thinking, Tuck," Blaine said, "and I don't think anybody else in Sweetwater ever really figured it out. Guess they weren't around him enough." "Yeah, but that's going to change next year, Tuck." "He's right. Everybody's going to be watching you guys much more closely, and for everything. It's not an easy place to go to school if you don't fit in." When Blaine said that, he was talking about Nathan's wandering eyes, but Kelley's own recent pained experiences brought his personal issue to the forefront. His lower economic status would single him out like a firefly in a dark forest filled with blackbirds. He was going to be eaten alive. But the point of the story wouldn't let him wander far, and he was brought back by Blaine saying, "He just can't do that in Sweetwater." "Huh?" "I said, Nate has to learn to control his eyes and not look at other guys." Kelley sighed again. "Yeah. I know. I talked to him already." "Cool." "Well," Tyler started, changing the subject, "just how thick can you get, Blaine?" "Fuck off, Tyler." "No really, Blaine, come on - bone up and show us." "Why don't you bend over and I'll show you." "Sick. You fucking pervert." Kelley laughed along with them, enjoying their banter as just another boy, inwardly happy that he was still relaxed enough to go naked with the guys. He stripped off his own trunks and tossed them down the bank where they landed on top of Blaine's. Then he grabbed the rope and swung down and out over the creek, picking his choice spot to drop off the rope and into the depths of the cool spring-fed waters. Tyler had quickly joined the other two in their nudity and the naked romp, frivolity, screams of laughter and 'cannonball' would let anybody a mile around know that some serious fun among friends was being had. They swung, played marco polo, and some strange other version of land/water tag, which is very difficult to do when you are both barefoot AND otherwise totally naked. Toward mid-afternoon the boys were sitting on some rocks on the far bank, resting with their legs still in the water. They were talking about the various plans they had for the summer, and some that their parents had for them. They discussed what school was going to be like next year, what they were and weren't going to like about it. Kelley bit his lip on the obvious for him, but it all came out anyway as the boys talked about what they were going to do that night. "Might as well hit the movies," Tyler said. "Yeah, we could do that. Maybe the arcade, too," Blaine added. Kelley had nothing to add. He had no money. Money was still tight at home, and his parents definitely weren't about to hand over 8.50 for a movie, 5.50 for popcorn and a drink, and another 5 or 10 for the arcade, especially on a night that was nothing special to start with. The other two boys realized this themselves - a little too late. They would have gladly paid for their friend, but this was something that wasn't going to change. There would never be an end to this situation. If it was this bad now while they were relaxing in the free nature of Indian Spring itself, how bad would it be when they were in the unmerciful power suburb that Sweetwater Village was? Kelley sensed their discomfort; and indeed, more sharply than before, he knew his lack of options. He decided to put his friends at ease and give himself some comfort in just making the decision. Kind of like shooting the horse that broke its ankle, just put himself out of his misery. "It's, uh, it's OK guys. I know. I'm never going to have the money just to hang out. Well, at least I wasn't, but that's going to change." "How, your parents are going to give you an allowance?" Kelley had to laugh at that. "No. No, definitely not that. No, I uh. I'm uh, going to get a job." "Cool." The other two boys said simultaneously. Then Tyler cocked his head and added, "Hey, wait. Your only 12. I'm even a week older than you. Who's gonna give a 12 year old a job? How did you do that?" "Yeah," Blaine added, "who did you have to fuck to get that?" He meant it as a joke. But there it was again, that weird tremor that went through Kelley as he heard this. It was even more pronounced this time. Kelley actually looked a little worried, a little scared for a flash there. His gaze shifted, and his whole body language changed just slightly, not that Tyler would have seen any of this, but Blaine was fairly observant (he definitely wasn't stupid, though it had never been very clear why he had been held back). Still, this time Blaine blew off the comment himself and moved the subject along. "No, seriously, Tucker, where are you going to be working? Who would be hiring a 12 year old?" "Well, uh, I'm going to be working for a landscaping place, you know, cutting yards, stuff like that." "Ohhh." Both of the other boys exclaimed. "That makes sense." "Yeah I can totally see that; but, uh, who can afford to hire you in Indian Spring?" "Tyler, you fuck! He doesn't live in the projects. Don't be so damn crude." "Look who's talking, toilet mouth." "No.Guys, wait. It's OK Blaine. He's right. Nobody would hire me in Indian Spring. I'm going to work for this company that mostly does stuff in Coolspring." "Dude, that's smart." Tyler saw Blaine roll his eyes when he said this. "What? It's not crude. I think he's smart to work in Coolspring. People won't talk then." "He's right Blaine, again. It's better this way. And I'll have money to hang out. It won't be so awkward anymore." "What about Nate?" Blaine asked. "I'll worry about Nate." "What the fuck does that mean? He's our friend too, you know." "Whoa. Easy, you two. We could always just split things three ways every time and cover Nate." "You know Nate wouldn't like that. He would feel weird." "We would all feel weird," Blaine said agreeing with him. "So, what, do we just say, 'Hey, Nate, sorry, but you're just going to have to get a job!'? We can't say that." "I can." Kelley said. "Yeah," Blaine resigned his argument to this trump, "you're right." But it still didn't sit well with him. That's where we leave the boys. Awwwww. But please read on to the end. So is that Kelley's final decision? Has he realized that he has no choice? That he has to get that job and just pay the price? After all it is a one time price, and the benefits from the job, the expendable pocket cash would be long term, all the way through both middle school and high school actually. After all, it's not like the lawns are ever going to quit needing service. Even his own friends have recognized that he and Nathan need the money. But, not to spoil your hopes: this really isn't up Kelley's alley, the whole letting people up his alley part. This is too foreign for a boy like him, for most boys, actually. Sorry, but he just can't take his virgin ass up there and offer it up for a job. He wouldn't be able to bring himself to do that. But what to do about his need for employment? And what to do about Nathan? Will Joey be able to sit down for the rest of the day? And are these three boys even finished swimming? Tune in next chapter for the answer to these questions and more. I very much love to hear comments. It keeps me going in the writing. Just change the above to a normal email address and it will work. You get the idea. -Jonas