Date: Fri, 02 Jun 2006 20:59:25 +0100
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Ch. 08

Kids of Indian Spring
Chapter 08

It's still only Tuesday afternoon in Indian Spring. Both Kelley and Nathan
have retired their sore asses to their respective homes. Nathan's ass is
sore but the boy glowing, already looking forward to another round, he
thinks, still not totally sure, with Duncan. At any rate it isn't anything
he regrets now, nor likely ever will. It's more of a satisfying soreness.

Kelley on the other hand has a whole sore butt. Casey had really pounded
his tender virgin ass. Casey may only be a half year older, but his
eagerness in his first fuck ever and his delight in holding and using a kid
much more popular than he was (and best yet a kid that would still
seemingly like him afterward) really helped him deliver an energetic
whopping on Kelley's backside, making the kid's asscheeks and buttbones
pretty sore, in addition to working over that hole pretty good. For Kelley
it was more than just a tripley sore ass, there was also the whole coming
to terms with what had happened to him over the last couple of days.

Had he simply let Casey do him so that it would be easier to fulfill
Carlos' and Ruben's requirements to get the job? Was this really about the
job? The money? He thought it was, but he was having increasing trouble
reconciling his recent behavior with any stimulus he could have ever
imagined. He wasn't gay; he honestly wasn't. He wasn't into guys. He wasn't
remotely interested another guy's package. What the hell happened to him?
He needed a nap. So that's where we leave him until he wakes up.

One of the things Kelley had been concerned about in leaving the creek this
morning was in being discovered. He had been afraid one of the other boys
that had arrived so soon after Casey had finished with him would notice his
ass still all greased up. In fact one of them had, unexpectedly. That had
been Peter Ford; but Peter bought his story and soon dropped it without
attracting the attention of anyone else, though he couldn't be sure Adam
Nesbitt hadn't noticed. It was a close escape. Also, those boys could have
come down to the creek earlier and caught him while he was still leaning up
against the rock panting and seen Casey's cheeks flexing as he pumped his
sperm into the boy. This narrow escape wasn't lost on Kelley, either. He
had already resolved to be much more discreet the next time.

Suddenly it occurred to him what he was saying to himself. 'What the hell
am I thinking?' he thought and then just resolved that this would not
happen again - ever, got a shower, and went to bed.


Tuesday,  13 June  1995
11:15 am

Joey Vargas was struggling with the same resolutions earlier that
morning. He never thought he was interested in guys either, though he also
couldn't explain his reckless behavior in letting, so far, three of the
Cormack boys fuck him. The last one had definitely been a mistake though;
he had finally gone too far. Connor's dick certainly had some kind of
magical property to it when he looked at it. He was fascinated by the heft,
the look, the feel; but the entrancement was somewhere deeper inside, and
he couldn't make sense of it. What definitely didn't feel right was letting
the dick inside. He had even told Connor the evening before that he could
do whatever he wanted so long as it didn't hurt. Well it had hurt, and he
wanted to retract the first part of the statement anyway.

He wasn't into guys and this little experimentation stint was over. Sure he
did enjoy part of it. It wasn't as though it all hurt; it's just that the
dick stretched him open farther than he realized he would be ready for
after having let Duncan inside less than 20 hours earlier. There was that
moment of thrilling anticipation when he was bent over and felt the head of
the dick just gently rest and begin the pressure on his anal
indention. When it began to flow into his hole and rectum, things changed a
little. But by that point, he was bent over a log in the woods and the only
other person around was a teen over three years older than him, an it was
that teen he was having second thoughts about. But the strong hands at his
hips told him he was getting fucked and that was all there was to it. Once
things began, he was stuck. Literally.

So he was out of it now. The only thing unresolved that nagged him was that
little incident with Nathan Carlin on the way back from the Cormack's. He
pretty much guessed that Nathan had gotten it on with Duncan. Nathan was a
cute kid, and seemed to like guys. Who could blame Duncan? Joey was kind of
hoping Nathan would be more interested in playing around with him, just so
he could see what it felt like to be on the other side, see what fucking
felt like as the top. Maybe, though, it was good that they didn't go
anywhere with that; no sense in making a strangely developing life any
weirder. Still, he honestly got a thrill when Nathan wanted to look at his
bum. What was that about? He definitely got a kick out of letting him, and
the fact that he dropped his pants right there in the middle of the street,
in full view of both the Parker's and Isenborn's houses, made it even more
thrilling.

Maybe he was just a little pervert. Who knew what he was capable of? Naaah,
that couldn't be him. Oh, and how could he forget? Mr. Evans. He didn't
think, judging from the wink and the smile that Mr. Evans would say
anything to his parents. And the man didn't stop jogging; he just kept
going about his business. So maybe no problems there. He would just let
that issue lie and not worry about it until something came up.

For now though, Joey thought, he was sore. He should get a shower and go to
bed. Or, he thought, since he had the house to himself, and probably would
for several hours, since Stevie was one of those kids that tended to become
fairly absorbed when playing at other people's houses, he could start up
the hot tub. True, it was a warm summer day, and not even afternoon yet,
but it wasn't estraordinarily hot outside yet, and the bubbles and heat
from the hot tub might actually help his poor ass feel better. So, instead
of getting a shower, he dropped his pants and underwear at his dresser and
slipped on a pair of swim trunks, grimacing slightly as he lifted each leg
into the shorts. He wondered how long he would be sore and then went around
making sure the doors were locked in the house and the fence. He fixed
himself a snack to have out in the hot tub and, in general, was looking
forward to some time alone and some rest for his backside.

On that note, he started looking for one of those O-ring cushions his mom
had gotten for the deck chairs at their cousins' house. He figured that
would be nice to sit on in the hot tub. He went back out on to the covered
carport to see if the inflatable was in the carport storage area. He was
digging around just inside the door of the carport closet and had already
eliminated one box.

"Hey, uh, Joey."

Joey spun around and saw a bike parked in his carport, just at the edge and
half in sunlight. The face of the rider was recognizable enough, good
looking and promising of young muscle.

"Oh, um, Caleb. Hey, what's up? Why are you here?"  He wasn't sure why the
14 year old boy would be at his house. Unless Caleb didn't know that Emily
was at a band day camp for the next couple of weeks. Or, unless something
had happened to Stevie. Now Joey was worried.  "Did something happen to
Stevie? Is he OK?"

"What? Oh," he smiled.  "No he's cool. Don't worry, it's not Stevie."

"Oh. I was freaking out a second there."

"It's cool. I know how it is. My dad would kill me if something happened to
Rich, and I wasn't around when I was supposed to be."  With this statement,
Caleb bit his lip and looked back down the Vargas' drive, as if he would be
able to see his house and whether his 10 year old brother was in trouble or
not from here. But to do that, he would have to go back down the Vargas
drive and the side street it was on and take Maiden Turn back to Spring
Dr. Then he would still have to ride a little ways deeper into Indian
Spring and around a few wooded curves before he would even see the front of
his house. And then he would have to go back behind the house and into the
woods and cross the next street out of the woods to the back of the De La
Cruz house to find his brother and the other kids, probably. His brother
was one of the few kids in their area that would play with the De La
Cruz's, who, on top of being the only non-white family in all of Indian
Spring, were also fairly new to the area.

The 'De La Cruz house' used to belong to a cousin of the Hudson's; they
lived across the street and over a little from each other. The De La Cruz
family won the house in a court settlement. They also received the State's
perpetual agreement of ownership, as long as it stayed in the family, a
matter that only succeeded because the lawsuit had been placed in federal
court. They weren't entirely welcomed by many families with much older ties
to the area. However, since the Hudson's had never liked their cousins
anyway, they weren't really sad to see the house change hands. As a result,
relations in the area were just simply more cool than anything, except with
Rich, who loved playing with the De La Cruz kids. At any rate, they were
possibly all out behind the Hudson house anyway, using the tree forts that
the Hudson kids themselves had abandoned. Not all of this was going through
Caleb's mind, however. He was just debating the reason he had come versus
the reason he should go (which was pretty much the same reason) versus the
reason he shouldn't have left his own house, which was his brother - when
his thoughts were interrupted by Joey:

"So, uh, Caleb. Why, um . . .I mean, did you want something?"

"Oh. Uh. Yeah. Well, I was at home when you and Nathan Carlin went past."

"Oh shit."

"No. No, it's cool. Don't worry. I won't tell anybody. I, uh . . . .well,
saw you show Nathan your . . . . ." At this point he lost his words and
made a hand gesture. He wasn't sure how to explain himself, so he just
jumped ahead of his reason for coming, which he wasn't sure of himself, and
went right to how he got there, which didn't really address any question
that Joey had. "So anyway, I knew where you lived because I've, uh . . . "

"Made out with my sister in the hot tub a couple of weeks ago?"

"Well, we didn't really make out too much, just kissed, and I felt up her
boobs a lot . . ."

"Hey, gross, that's my sister."

Caleb smiled hesitantly. "Oh, right. Sorry. Hey, your parents don't know
about that do they?"

"No, they were out real late that night."

"Yeah that's what she said."

"I heard you guys that night. My room faces the back, right over the hot
tub, so I looked. I thought you were screwing her at first. You were
naked."

"Yeah, uh, this is embarrassing. Well, I, um, I was for a little while. She
wouldn't take off her bottoms. She knocked my hand away, too, when I
reached down to . . ."

"Hey!! What did I say about gross? Besides, I'm only 11. Don't you think
I'm too young to be telling all this to?"

Caleb looked a little scared now. "Oh, geez, sorry Joey, you know, you look
a little older, but, I, uh, oh man, I'm sorry, I'll just . . ."

Joey was laughing now. "Chill Caleb. I was just joking. Besides I thought
you were hot."

"Um, huh?"

Now it was Joey's turn to look nervous, had he just said that? Out loud? He
tried to recover himself: "I mean, I just meant that it was, uh, summer,
and you were in a hot tub. So you had to be hot."

"Oh. Yeah. Well, it was, I guess."  After a short uncomfortable silence,
Caleb continued, "So, uh, what are you about to do?"

"Well, actually, I was, uh, going to get in the hot tub."

Now it was Caleb's turn to laugh, and this ironic situation caused him to
laugh pretty hard.

Joey felt more relaxed and just blurted out, "Do you wanna come in with
me?"

What? Why did he say that? Well, once it was said, it was pretty hard to
take it back, especially when Caleb accepted the invitation so fast.

"Yeah, sure. I'd like to."

So the older boy parked his bike and followed the younger boy inside. Joey
had given up on the inflatable O-ring, but he still made sure the door was
locked after them. He got some extra snacks and a drink for Caleb, as well
as himself and they headed out the glass door in the den to the deck and
the hot tub.

"I was just going to get in a chill out for awhile, you know?" Joey
shrugged his shoulders, happy that Caleb was going to join him, but still
awkward about it.

"Hey, that sounds cool with me. I could use a break from my brother." Then
Caleb paused, "Oh. I don't have anything to wear."

Joey just shrugged and said with a smile, "Well, you weren't wearing
anything the last time you were in here."

Caleb laughed. "Yeah, well, I started off in my underwear. So I guess I'll
just do that again."

Now, Caleb just wore briefs, which Joey could tell as the older boy
stripped off his T-shirt and about half an inch of the band of the briefs
appeared tantalizingly above the waistband of his cargo shorts, and the
briefs were riding low on his hips even at that. Joey breathed in the
sights, quite literally, as he surveyed the young teen's muscular form, the
taut muscular belly, with only the hint of peach fuzz where a happy trail
would one day be, the flat dark nipples, the short dark hair in a small
patch under both arms. He was beautiful, no doubt about that. He just
smiled down at the boy who was gazing at him so openly.

Joey was throwing a rod and he hadn't even managed to get his shirt off
yet. Caleb flicked the younger boy's T-shirt before unsnapping the button
on his shorts.  "You going to wear that shirt in the water, Joey?"

Joey did manage to close his mouth. No wonder this boy god had seemingly
gotten Emily practically naked in the hot tub so easily. A quiet god of
youth. By the time Joey had gotten his T-shirt off, Caleb was already
kicking his shorts to the side and stepping into the gurgling water. Joey
stepped in after him and sat gingerly on the seat facing Caleb, willing
himself not to stare down into the water where the older boy's crotch would
be visible, if it were not for all the bubbles.

"Are you going to get in trouble for leaving Stevie?"  Caleb asked him.

"No. He's OK to play at other people's houses. So long as he stays in the
same area or with the same people, or goes to someone's house where I know
to look for him. Are you going to get into trouble for leaving Rich?"

"No, not unless something happens to him or he does something that he
shouldn't or that my dad doesn't like."

"Does your dad get mad a lot?"

"Sometimes. He's pretty strict. Well, I don't know, he just has these ideas
about who we're supposed to be, that certain people have certain positions
in the world and should be expected to keep them. And one of the
responsibilities of being a brother is always watching out for each other."

"Is that why you get in trouble if Rich does something wrong?"

"Yeah. We share punishment for some things, especially if we're together,
or it involves both of us, or sometimes just because we're brothers."

"That's not fair. Especially if he did something."

"It goes both ways. He gets punished sometimes if I do something. I think
it's supposed to teach us to always think about the other one, you know,
always be on the lookout for each other. That sort of thing."

"Just sounds kind of messed up to me."

"Me too, sometimes. Like this one time Rich rode his bike to a friend's
house in Coolspring; it was some kid from Boy Scouts, or Webelos,
actually. He's not supposed to go there without me, to Coolspring, I mean,
so we both had our bikes taken away. That was definitely messed up."

"That sucks. I wouldn't like it if my dad ever did that to me cause of
something Stevie did that wasn't my fault."

"Yeah. . . . . . This other time Rich left his Matchbox cars outside, and
dad got mad that he wasn't respecting the toys he and mom bought him, so he
took them away. Well, I didn't have any toy cars for him to take away, so
like, for the longest time after that, whenever Rich wanted to play with
them, I had to be there the whole time and watch and make sure he put them
away too."

"I have to watch Stevie a lot, and even play with him. But it's not because
I'm being punished. It feels like it sometimes, but it's really not cause
he or me did anything."

"You're lucky."

"You ever do anything that got Rich on trouble?"

"Yeah sure. It goes both ways, like I said, so I guess in that way my dad's
kind of fair, though he expects me to do more of the watching out for Rich
than the other way around. But, uh, the other week, when I was here in the
hot tub with, uh, you know, Emily?"

"I don't want any details."

"No, it was after that, when I went home, my underwear was wet but I wore
it home anyway. . . "

"Just in your underwear?"

"No, dummy, but it got my pants wet, and my dad caught me. I wasn't about
to tell him I came here, so I told him me and Peter Ford went swimming at
night in the creek. He didn't like it and said it was irresponsible to do
that, especially without letting anybody know. Peter backed up my story,
but he didn't get in trouble. Hell, he may have even told his parents what
really happened."

"You told Peter what you did with my sister?"

"Um."

"Man!! You're probably gonna tell him about what you saw me and Nate do,
too."

"No! Joey, I promise. Honest I won't. Nothing. Not anything about any of
this. Promise."

There was a small quiet period before Joey relented, "Oh, all right. So
what did your dad do?"

"Well, he grounded me from going down to the creek for three weeks."

"Three weeks?!!! But it's summer!!"

"Yeah, I know. He said he wanted to make sure I understood how important it
was to be safe and responsible. So anyway, he grounded Rich to, which sucks
for him."

"Yeah it does. He got grounded, too, for all three weeks?"

"Well, he was only grounded for two of the weeks, actually. This one is my
last week that I can't go down there. Peter even called me this morning,
before I saw you, and told me that he and Adam were going down to the creek
later in the afternoon. But I still can't go with them."

"Why not? Your dad won't know."

"I don't know. If it did get back around to him, I'd be toast. Or something
less than toast. Besides, I don't feel right directly going against my
dad. If he tells me specifically to do or not do a particular thing at a
particular time, I don't feel right disobeying."

"What about Rich?"

"I keep him in line most of the time. And I try not to get him into trouble
along with me."

"Wow, you're pretty nice to him."

"Yeah, well same to you. Everybody knows how much you look out for
Stevie. He does too."

Joey just shrugged. He didn't know what to say to that. He loved his little
brother.

"So, uh," Caleb started back up, "are you sore or something?"

"Huh? Why?"

"Because you keep moving around in your seat, like you can't get
comfortable."

"Oh, uh . . . . "  Joey had to think about this one before he answered.

"Oh dude, you don't have worms or something?" Caleb suddenly realized that
though Joey looked a little older, he was still a younger kid. Maybe kids
still got worms at 11, Rich had them when he was 6, that was only 4 years
ago. They had to wash everybody's sheets and clothes in the house in real
hot water. He remembered that. His parents found out because Rich kept
squirming in his seat.

""What?"  Joey almost yelled back, slightly insulted.  "I do NOT have
worms!!"

He realized how loud he had been and quickly looked around to see if
someone else had overheard him. He looked back at Caleb, and the two boys
both broke out in laughs at the same time at the absurdity of the thought.

"OK, sorry. So what's with all the squirming, then?"

"I'm, uh, just . . . sore. . . . . back there."

"Oh. How?"

"Just . . . fell."

"How did you fall?"

"I just did!! OK?!"

"All right, geez. Sorry." Caleb was still smiling. He was used to Rich, so
he had a little bit more patience with strange and evasive answers. "Is
that what you were showing Nathan?"

"Oh, no. Not really."  Wait, he didn't want to go any further with this, so
he hastily corrected himself.  "I mean yes. That's what we were doing. He
was just going to tell me if I had any, um, bruises."

They were sitting on opposite sides of the hot tub, both thoroughly
beginning to relax in the heated, swirling waters. They had each slunk down
into the tub so that the water came up above their nipples, the frothiness
from the jets on the sides churned just a couple inches below their
chins. The seats were deep where they were, but for extra leverage to be
this low slung they had to prop their legs on the other side. Joey's were
short enough that he was able to leverage himself by planting his feet
against the edge of Caleb's seat. Caleb, on the other hand rested his
longer legs on either side of Joey. His legs touched the other boy's
wherever he could, and his feet were resting on the seat pressing in
against the sides of the boy's bum, sort of nonchalantly rubbing the
swimsuit.

"So," Caleb began, sort of making his way as he went along, "I guess that's
why you were getting in the hot tub?"

"Huh?"

"Your butt. Cause it was sore? That's why you were getting in the hot tub?"

"Uh."  Then Joey came to his senses, he realized that the soft flesh below
the cotton he had been absently feeling with his toes was Caleb's
ballsack. He snapped out of it and started to pull his foot back, but Caleb
grabbed it, and pulled it back in, resting the heel against the underside
of his balls while he massaged the younger boy's toes.

"Relax," Caleb said.  "It's cool. Stretch out your leg. After falling down
like you did, the hot tub's best thing for you. It's what the coach at
school always said."

"Um, yeah," Joey said, now a little dreamily. He was slipping into an even
more relaxed state, despite the sexual charge in his groin from Caleb's
closeness and near nakedness.  "That's, uh, why I, um, got in the hot
tub. Ohhh, that feels real good, Caleb."

"Good, it's supposed to."

"I'm just some dopey kid, though. Why are you doing this?"

"Cause I don't think you're dopey. I can stop if you want."

"No! Please don't. Can you, uh , do the other foot?"

Caleb laughed and said yes. This time, when Joey popped his right foot up
to take the place of his left one, he became a little bit more active in
pressing against and feeling Caleb's balls with his foot. And, even, yes,
that's what it was - oh wow! With his right foot he could even feel Caleb's
dick with his toes. Wow, he was hard, too. It felt so weird. Whereas the
cotton covering the balls made the underwear seem a part of him, the
underwear over his dick just slid around, slid around a rod of steel draped
in cotton. Caleb pulled the foot back a little and began massaging it.

"Sorry," Joey said sheepishly.

Caleb just smiled and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal.
"Joey, if you're in here because you're sore, you should go naked. It'll
feel better."

Joey smiled but shook his head no. There was no way he was getting naked in
the state he was in, especially not with this god sitting right here in the
hot tub with him. An older boy that kids his age would love to hang around,
even clothed. The thought just got him all the harder, though.

"Why not? We're both guys."

Joey just shook his head even more frantically.

"Is it because . . . . " Caleb began slowly as he pushed the foot away from
his lap, running his hand up the smooth legs, caressing the calf, up over
the knees, following the left thigh with both hands, feeling the beginnings
of the swimsuit leg and finishing his question " . . . .you're hard?"  At
the question he went the final distance and put his hands into the boy's
lap, his left hand going for the compact nuts and the right hand squeezing
the 3 and 3/4 inch hard shaft completely in a strong massage.

Joey's reaction was a sudden and sharp intake of breath. Unfortunately for
him, during this protracted caress up his leg he had slipped a little lower
into the water, and at the last instance had slipped low enough that when
he breathed in sharply with his mouth he brought some water down along with
the air. He bolted up and gasped for air, coughing like he was going to
die.

Joey frantically tried to scramble to his feet as though he were drowning,
and he may very well have gotten another good gasp of water had it not been
for Caleb. Instead of making it up, Joey was about to slip off the seat and
hit his head on the first armrest, but strong arms jerked him upward and on
to the upper standing dais so that he was well clear of the water and could
begin coughing in earnest. Both boys were standing on this side ledge now,
the water coming halfway up Joey's swim trunks, and just covering the lower
part of the pouch of Caleb's white and wet BVD briefs.

Joey hacked and coughed his way into recovering from that ill-suited
breath. Caleb was holding him up by grasping his outer hips right where the
cheeks of his ass begin. He just held the younger boy while Joey pressed
his forehead on Caleb's chest, his arms up over his head and somewhat
circling the older boy's head. Joey had his head down coughing away, with
Caleb quietly talking him through his misery. Gradually the coughing came
to an end, and Joey still kept his head down, now breathing deeper recovery
breaths with an occasional cough.

Joey slowly came to his senses, but he didn't rush his moment of recovery
when he realized that: a) he was not dying nor was he going to and b) he
was being held, sort of, in the arms of this strong, good looking 14 year
old boy, roughly three grades ahead of him. What's more was that they were
alone in their moment, and in his current position, head down and resting
against Caleb's chest, Joey had a close bird's eye view of Caleb's wet
BVD's. He saw the double layer cotton pouch holding those bigger balls half
in the water and half out, and he couldn't miss what was headed off to the
side, past the Y-front and into the single layer cotton, which being white
and wet was for the most part transparent. There, in that wet fabric, hung
a dick heavy with blood that had flowed in and kept it rigid, until, that
is, just before he had had his coughing fit. It was still in a semi-rigid
sort of state, but at that point where it had lost all its hardness, but
none of the size or weight, yet. And it was quite literal to think of it as
having headed off somewhere, as a thick helmet was more darkly, yet still
sharply, defined about five inches off to the right there. It was a big
head, perhaps a little bigger than Connor's, but maybe the same size since
the shaft wasn't as thick as Connor's, though just as long.

Joey could even see the veins running up along the dick, the material was
so transparent where the weight of the boy's incipient manhood pressed
against the fabric. And as his coughing slowed and his arms relaxed and he
began to hold himself against the older boy's body, instead of just propped
up out of the way, Joey could see the reaction in Caleb's underwear. Caleb
liked this. Joey wasn't so dense that he could fail to miss what his
experiences had taught him so far. Caleb's dick gave him away, or at least
some part of his boyhood deep inside was reacting - reacting in such a way
that Joey watched entranced with wide eyes as the snake in the underwear
stretched out slightly, pulling the fabric taut, and slowly began a bobbing
rise, as much as the wet fabric would allow, to some kind of a salute, now
pointing rigidly, though still off to the right (to Joey's right). Joey had
forgotten his coughing spell. He just had to hold that fistful of flesh.

Without even asking, or really even thinking it out, Joey moved his hand
down from Caleb's neck and slid it along his side to reach down and grasp
hold of the shaft. He gave it a gentle and then firm squeeze, rolling the
loose skin of the dick in its limited stretch around the dick. Caleb moaned
in reaction and reach one hand further down the boy's bottom to grasp a
hold of the fullness of the cheeks, right above where the younger boy's
well used hole lay, and the other hand he moved up to the soft warm skin of
the boy's exposed lower back. He pulled Joey into him. Joey lifted his head
and let himself be pulled into an encompassing hug. He kept a hold of the
dick in his hand, bring his own other arm around Caleb's back. Laying the
side of his head against the boy's chest, he let out a sigh as Caleb kept
moaning into the top of his wet head.

"Oh god, Joey, keep doing it. Geez, that feels so good."

Joey gave himself over to his feelings. He had only been recently resolved
that he had no feelings whatsoever for other boys; but he could not deny
that he felt safe, warm, and secure in this embrace, and that he enjoyed
both the sight and the feel of this erection larger than his own, which you
must imagine was straining against his swim trunks.

"Joey, do you have any underwear on?" Though, even as Caleb asked this, he
looked down over the brown smooth back that first curved inward to the
lower back where his hand was moving up and down and then outward again,
fading into a more creamy coffee color as it rapidly approached the sharper
outward curve hugged by the waistband of the swim trunks. He dipped his
hand down and fingers into the waistband and parted it back, marveling at
the creamy beginnings of Joey's ass, fingertips feeling the warmth and the
start of the boy's crack. But still he asked, and Joey truthfully answered:

"No." He kept his head resting against Caleb's chest and closed his eyes as
he felt the fingertips brush just in under the waistband.

"I want to see more."

"OK," Joey responded quietly.

The hand that had grabbed Joey's butt lower down and massaged his lower
crack and bum from the outside now swung around to the front between them,
deftly unbuttoned the trunks, and then pulled apart the Velcro fly. Joey
sighed as his straining dick felt some relief; though, as hard as it was,
it didn't have far to relax. He sighed again and even pulled Caleb tighter
against him as he felt the hand slip into the shorts at the side, slide
down his hip and across his buttcheek to grab and caress it, with Caleb now
sighing a deep breath out his nose into the wet hair at the top of Joey's
ahead.

Caleb entertained himself for awhile just feeling up the boy's bum,
occasionally with his eyes closed and frequently watching his hands grab,
squeeze and pull apart the cheeks from a vantage of over the boy's head and
back. It was too much for him, and he was getting close to blowing a large
load right there in his underwear; but there was a little more exploring
and a little more time he wanted to spend before he crashed down from an
orgasm. He reached one hand around and pulled Joey's hand off his dick,
while still keeping a firm grasp of one of the cheeks in his right hand.

Joey lifted his head off the chest and backed up slightly. He looked up at
the boy smiling at him and then followed Caleb's eyes downward to a point
between them. Joey was hard as a rock, the tip of his dick stretched
outward and up, just brushing against the crinkled sack held back by
BVD's. He wished he could see what was inside there, not just the wet or
even transparent forms of what lay inside. He, too, was close to an
orgasm. Though he had nothing to spew save some watery cum, he was pretty
sure he could put out a good bit having been teased to this point several
times in the last 18 hours with no relief on his side.

Joey was conscious of Caleb's right hand grasping and pulling back one of
the cheeks of his butt, with the fingers flexing around, as if they were
searching for his hidden treasure. He then watched as Caleb's other hand
descended, caressing his cheek beside his mouth, and down between them,
resting momentarily at a nipple, to caress and lightly pinch it. Joey
gasped, and his dick twitched violently upward. Caleb's hand dropped
quickly to grab hold of the 3 and 1/2 inches before it began pulsating
savagely, Joey thrusting into the hand, clenching and unclenching his
asscheeks as if to signal the fingers wandering there to hurry up and do
whatever it was they came to do.

Joey was cumming, and Caleb could feel it spurt warmly into his hand, the
flesh now jerking more spasmodically, encouraged by the increasingly
slippery hand to enjoy its last throes. Joey panted himself practically to
exhaustion as this older boy not only embraced him but used his own hands
to bring the boy to the pinnacle of physical pleasure. Joey fell against
Caleb, letting the boy support his post-orgasmic deadweight for some little
while, both hands now at the back as before. The one hand, as it began to
support less of the boy's weight from under a buttock, returned to its
explorations of the further reaches. Caleb became more focused on his
direct exploration of Joey's 11 year old ass. He had a little more freedom
of movement with the boy resting fully against him and could more easily
delve deeper into the creamy crevasse of the boyass.

As he did so, Joey became at first more conscious of the very hard dick
pressed sideways into his belly, and then the fingertips brushing his
hole. It felt different here, as though the fingers were more slippery,
more ready to enter the fleshgate that they more now only brushing and now
slowly pressing against, trying to gauge resistance, which there wasn't
much of.

The soreness, however, was coming back to him, and as well the sudden
realization that Caleb could feel the residue of his earlier experience
with Connor this morning and might wonder why he was greased up back
there. This fear was realized faster than he could react, unfortunately, as
he heard Caleb ask him:

"Joey, how come you're slippery back there? It's like you got some grease
or butter or something back there."

"Uh, I don't know."

"Right here," as he punctuated this by pressing a finger tip just slightly
into the hole, "where your butthole is, and around the skin and ass near
it."

"I uh . . . . "  He couldn't think of an excuse fast enough. Caleb wasn't
really listening, though, as he had done enough feeling around. He wanted
to see the boy's ass better now, from a different perspective. Might as
well start with the hole, especially as that's where the slippery stuff
was. He gripped the cheek with his right hand and swung the boy around,
pushing him foward now with a hand against his back, pushing him toward the
side of the hot tub and into a bent-over position.

"Caleb!!"

"Shhh, let me look. It's cool, I'm just looking."

Caleb had both hands on the smaller ass before him and grabbed a cheek in
each hand, separated the crack to see the creamy white floor that smoothly
dropped down to a reddened and slightly puffy hole. It even looked a little
stretched out. Now Caleb had never seen another hole, besides his own in a
hand held mirror, but he was pretty sure this one had been used. He was 14
after all, and he could connect the dots. And given the amount of grease
that had been used, such that still so much was left after they had sat in
a hot tub, he figured something big had been up there, and something recent
like.

"Dude, Joey, your butthole's been used."

"I, uh, um, uh Caleb. Please. Just let me go."

"I'm not going to do anything to you, man, geez. But something's been up
your hole. Were you sticking stuff up your butt?"

"Uh, sorta. Are you gonna tell anybody?"

"I already told you I wouldn't say anything about anything that happened
here today, and that means anything I saw. . . . . Or did, either."

"Or did?"

"You know, like this."

"Um, Caleb, are you finished looking? Please? Can you let me go?"  He had
been holding the boy's cheeks apart throughout their small conversation.

"No, just hold on. I'm still looking. This is cool." Indeed, he was still
taking a good survey at what he saw. This was better than looking at his
own in a mirror. He wished he could have seen what Joey's butt and butthole
looked like before it got stretched and used, before it got a little
swollen and reddened. But still, this was pretty interesting, and his
curiosity was definitely piqued.  "So, uh, Joey. What were you sticking in
your butt? It looks like it was something big."

"Uhhh, I don't really want to say. Are you done, Caleb?"

"No. No way." Caleb had actually had a secret curiosity, one that burned
shamefully within him for more than two years now, what it would feel like
to stick something up his butt. He had once tried a finger, but got no more
than just the barest tip in before he chickened out. It was another six
months before he tried anything else. The next attempt was with a
candle. He didn't know about the need for lube and quickly discarded this
when it began to hurt just pressing his anal depression inward with no give
at the muscle for actual penetration. The next attempt was a couple months
after that when jerking off with a little shampoo on his cock it dawned on
him what he would need to do. At that moment he reached a hand below and
beyond his balls to diddle his asshole with his shampoo slicked
finger. Again though, he chickened out. A couple of days later, he found
the courage to take another candle (he had thrown the first one away after
the failed attempt) from the hall linen closet, lube the end of it up with
lotion from the bathroom and press it against his backside while leaning
over the bathroom counter.

Caleb was 13 when he got this far. He could feel the cold lotion on his
anus, the pressure from the candle producing a foreign, excited, and
forbidden feel that seem to travel up nerves connected there and go
straight through his heart giving him thrills and anticipation to
continue. A part of him knew this was dirty and unnatural, but the point of
contact when the candle was placed against his anal flesh was a signal of
no going back. He had to know how this felt, what it would be like to feel
this slide into his back end, almost even especially knowing it was
something he absolutely shouldn't be doing.

He pushed forward with his hand, the cold tip of the candle easily opening
up the relaxed outer sphincter. The coldness was so foreign that it
overrode some of the feelings, but it couldn't stifle the excited gasp from
both feeling and just knowing that something was opening him up back there
and entering his ass. He was enthralled, but unfortunately did not get far
when suddenly heard the door handle turn.

He whipped around quickly and grabbed the door handle, cursing at himself
for not locking it, and turning it back the other way, pressing his
strength against it to keep the door from opening.

"Who's in there?"  He heard his dad's voice. His dad? What was he doing
home?

"It's me. Caleb."

"Well, what are you doing?"  He left out the part that he had heard some
sighs and strange breathing.

"I'm going to the bathroom, Dad!"

"This close to the door?"

"Well, I mean I'm about to! Geez, can I have some privacy?"

"All right, all right. Lock the door next time."  Mr. Parker figured his
son was more likely jerking off, but he wasn't going to pursue the matter
right then. He would later tell his embarrassed son to be more careful
about those kinds of activities and not let Rich walk in on him. It wasn't
the first time for him to tell his son that; but no telling what he would
tell the boy had he known what Caleb had really been doing.

Caleb was frantic now. He couldn't believe he almost did something that
nasty and dirty. Something that almost got him into an unbelievable amount
of trouble. While he was trying to figure out what to do with the candle
still in his other hand, Caleb locked the bathroom door and asked his dad
through the closed, and now locked, door what he was doing home so early.

"I told both you and Rich this morning that I only had a half day to work
today. I thought you two might like to head up to your cousins' and ride
the 4-wheelers. "

"Oh, uh, yeah, that'd be real cool, Dad. Um, Rich is at Emily's house, I
mean Stevie's house. I'll be out in a second."

"OK, take your time. I'll call over to the Vargas' and get changed. We'll
pick him up there."

And that's what they did. They picked up Rich and the three of them headed
out to ride the 4 wheelers with their cousins Stephen and Andrew, and
Stephen's friends Tyler and Fletcher. Caleb's mind was completely
preoccupied with guilt the whole time, though. He finally got rid of the
candle, later, after it stayed hidden in his room until the next
morning. He felt much better after he did, and he resolved not to try
anything that stupid again. Fear and guilt both helped him keep his
resolution, for the past 11 months; and despite an occasional itch to know,
he hadn't tried anything else with his butt or his butthole, except to look
at it a couple of times.

His growing interest in girls, as well as some early experience to second
base - or third base, depending on how you reckon them - had helped to
distract him. He never did anything to act on these occasional compulsions,
until this morning. He couldn't tell you why, except that, maybe if he
could admit to it, he had been in something of a mood this morning. When he
saw Joey's naked ass, even for just a brief second and from a distance, and
with a pane of glass and a front living room and a yard between them, he
felt compelled to get on his bike and amble over to the boy's house. He
knew that with Stevie playing with Rich and Emily at a day band camp, Joey
would be home alone - that is, if that's where the boy was going and if
Nathan wasn't, as well. Even still, he followed shortly behind them, after
unsuccessfully arguing with himself that he was crazy.

Even when he had pulled up into the driveway and said hey to the much
younger boy (3 years is a big difference to kids that age), he still didn't
know what he was doing or why he had come by. But now, there he was, out in
the back yard and in the hot tub with the boy. Joey was bent over the side
with his trunks pulled down, floating around the top of his legs in the
water. Caleb still had the boy's cheeks spread and was staring at this
recently used anal muscle. He wasn't having guilt right now - he was too
busy being fascinated and curious.

"So, um, Joey, what were you sticking back there."

"Just something, uh . . . . . "

"Something big around?"

"Um, kind of, I guess. Can I stop now?"

"Stop what?"

"Showing you my butt?"

This time it was Caleb who said please.  "No, come on, can I look some
more, please?"

"Uh. I, uh, yeah, I guess."

"Cool. You can look at mine later, if you want."

"Um, OK. Sure." In truth, Joey was too uncomfortable and embarrassed to
take in what Caleb had offered at all.

"So how far in did you stick it?"

"Uh I don't know, Caleb. Are you done?"

"Come on, just tell me what it was."

"No."

"Tell me how far in and I'll stop looking."

"Uh, about five inches, I guess."

Caleb let the boy's cheeks close back together, but still looked at the
boys ass, holding him now by his thighs, just below the water line. He was
still just as interested in the crevasse before him. His eyes traveled it
downward as it sloped in and tucked under where a small ballsack hung,
barely free hanging, with the small orbs of testicles moving slightly up
and down in the scrotum. Caleb asked the boy, "Was it a candle?"

"Um. Yeah. It was a candle."

"Where did you do it? It couldn't have been here. Were you coming back from
the creek?"

"No," Joey stood up and turned around. He sat down and let slip, "it was at
the Cormacks."

"At the Cormacks? You stuck a candle up your butt there?"

"Um."

"Did you do it with somebody else around?"

"Uh."

"Did somebody else do it? Was it Ian?"

"Uh, no."

"Who?"

"Um," he didn't see any way out of this. Part of him just wanted to tell
the truth. He was worried about two things. Would Caleb really keep all of
this quiet? And what would Caleb think of him if he knew the truth? Still,
Caleb was definitely turned on by something related to all of this; he had
seen that bulging erection pushing at the confines of the wet underwear,
even through the water, when he turned back around again. Both boys were
sitting now and looking at each other's face, each hiding a secret. Joey
had no idea that the main drive for the moment in Caleb's question was just
that deep rooted and hidden desire to know what it felt like having
something pushing in back there. Joey, for one, just decided to tell the
truth. Well, at least part of it.

"It was Connor."

"Connor? Connor pushed a candle up your butt?"

"Um, yeah. Please don't tell him I told you."

"OK, I already told you I wouldn't. Seems kind of weird though."

Joey now struggled his swim trunks back up and told Casey. "I don't really
want to talk about it any more."

"OK, sorry, Joey. Still it must have been a really big candle to get you
that sore or red. Or maybe he just pushed it in you a bunch of times, or
something."

"Caleb."

"Sorry. I won't say anything else. Sorry."

"It's OK. I'm going to go in now. Maybe take a nap."

"No wait, I'm sorry Joey, don't go."

"It's OK, Caleb. Uh," Joey stood there on the side, undecided about what he
should say next, and if he should say what he was tempted to.  "Um, Caleb,
you can, uh, come back tomorrow, in the morning. If you want to."

Caleb waited a moment, not because he had to think about his response, but
he was letting the significance of this offer sink in.  "That'll be cool,
Joey. I do want to."

Caleb rode home with a smile on his face, his wet underwear hanging off the
handlebar. He wasn't too sure why he was happy. All he knew was that he
didn't want to think about it too much, he didn't want any guilt or fear to
change his mind in returning the next morning. To what and for what? He
didn't know.

As for Joey, he went and took his nap and had troubled sleep and confused
dreams.






5:50 pm


Kelley woke up from his nap feeling somewhat refreshed, before he realized
that Ethan was back home and just standing there next to his bed staring at
him.

"Kelley, have you been in bed all day?"

"What? No. Go away, Ethan."

Ethan turned around and left, muttering. "Geez, don't have to be such an
ass."

Kelley got up.

"Whoa." He grabbed a hold of his bed to steady himself. That hurt. He
couldn't go through with this. How big could Casey be? And Carlos and Ruben
would certainly be bigger, and not necessarily any more likely to be more
gentle with him. If it hurt this much to get out of bed and walk right
after Casey was done with him, what would it feel like after both Carlos
and Ruben were done with him? He couldn't go through with this.

Kelley began putting on some loose shorts over his boxers and continued
thinking to himself. He had already told Tyler and Blaine that he would be
getting a job. No, what he had told them was that he already had a job -
with a lawn care service in Coolspring. They had seemed relieved to hear it
almost. Even they had been thinking about it a little, it seemed. There was
no doubt about it. He was going to need the money. But so was Nathan.

"KELLEY!!! DINNER!!"

He heard Ashton yell up the stairs, and after that he heard his mother's
voice - 'I told you to go get him. I could have yelled.'

"COMING!!" He yelled back down, thinking with a sad realization that that
was the one thing he hadn't been doing lately. Everyone else sure was
getting to. Well, there was that one time around lunch. He did cum, but
then he was forced to eat it on a PB&J sandwich, along with Tyler's,
Blaine's, AND Casey's (damn if that boy didn't put it in him two ways). The
second thought had just occurred to him for the first time, and he was deep
in thought as he entered the kitchen to get his drink for supper. He almost
jumped out of his socks when he heard his mother:

"Did you have fun this afternoon, Kelley?"

"What?!! No!!"

She stopped prepping a taco halfway and raised her eyebrows at him. "You
didn't? Ashton said you went to the creek with Blaine and Tyler."

"Oh, yeah, that. Sorry. I was thinking of something else."

"Really?" asked his mother, "what was that?"

"What was what?"

"What were you thinking about?"

"When?"

His mom sighed and finished putting the taco together. She put it on a
plate with another one and gave it to him.  "Just go sit down,
Kelley. You're acting very strangely."

"He's been doing that all day."  Ethan put in. Kelley shot him a
look. Ethan opened his mouth to elaborate but the look from Kelley got more
serious. Ethan's open smile in having the scoop wavered quickly into
unsureness and then closed altogether as he mentally re-evaluated his
chances of paying for these comments. Instead he turned his concentration
to avoiding the carrot slices in the salad bowl.

"Ethan, put some carrots on your plate, too."  Kelley calmly said, thus
re-asserting his role as older brother, and therefore somewhat protector
and chaperone of his two brother's behaviors, a role that was generally
uncontested. It still was.

"Oh man. . . ." Ethan sighed. But that was all that came out as he got some
of the carrots he had strategically avoided before in the salad bowl. The
boys generally accepted Kelley's limited authority as oldest brother
because Kelley had always been sparing and just in his use of it.

Mr. Tucker started off the conversation that evening as all five sat around
the dinner table, talking about the Indian Spring Community Integrity
Association (the kids all just called it the CIA).The Association had been
partly responsible for much of the community-side wins in avoiding getting
absorbed by either Coolspring or Sweetwater, for the downplay of the park
in the state system (so that there was minimal traffic into the park), and
for maintaining lineage in the houses so that fewer structures would fall
into disuse and therefore into State hands. It was an important
association, and Mr. Tucker had long been involved. He was discussing now
some of the newer problems that had come up, including the recent State
proposal to finally finish the development of Spring Drive deeper into the
park.

"Dad, that will ruin the best swimming spot on the upper Indian. And the
tree swing."

"And it will possibly increase traffic. I know, Kelley, and don't worry. I
think the engineering proposal for that section still isn't sound enough. I
don't think it will pass any time soon."

"Good."

"However, Dick Cantrell thinks, and Roger also, that there may be some
development plans somewhere in the mix. The State may be contracting out
some land deeper down on the Indian for a small resort or conference
center."

"That would be terrible," Mrs. Tucker said. "I mean, it sounds like a great
idea, except that I live here. So hopefully nothing will come of that."

"I agree," her husband stated. "But we don't want to get caught
unprepared. So we decided to hold a meeting at the Cantrell's. I hope
Thursday will be all right for you, dear?"

"Cool!"  Ethan jumped in instead.  "Can I spend the night with Jeremy?"

"Ethan, you can't just invite yourself."  His older brother reprimanded
him.

"Oh!" Their father slapped his forehead.  "What am I thinking? The meeting
is at the Turner's, not the Cantrell's."

"No problem, dear. I'll call Joyce after dinner and see what I can bring
for the meeting."  She then turned her attention to her oldest, the one who
was acting so strangely tonight.  "Kelley, sweetie, are you not hungry?"

"Um, it's OK mom. I maybe ate too much at lunch."

"Oh? Well did you have for lunch?"

OK, there was no way he was answering that one with total disclosure. He
wouldn't even answer it for Tyler and Blaine, and they knew what he had
eaten. Yeah, there was no forgetting that lunch, not for any of
them. Suddenly he was even less hungry. But he couldn't admit that.  "Just
too much. But it's OK mom, I'll be able to eat all of this."

"Well, you don't have to if you don't feel like it."

Hmmm. He was smarter than that. He had lived long enough at this dinner
table to know where taking her up on her offer would take him. It would
lead to more questions and closer observation later. So, he breathed in and
smiled and said, "It's OK, mom. I'm good. And so are the
tacos. Really. It's just a little slower going, but I am going."

OK, still a little weird, she thought, but she accepted it. The phone rang,
and Mr. Tucker got up to answer it in the living room, since it may have
been about the meeting Thursday. Mrs. Tucker decided she wanted another
taco and got up to fix another in the kitchen. "Anybody want another taco?"
she called to the boys behind her back.

Ethan opened his mouth to say he did, but before he could get much out of
his mouth, Kelley took one of his and reached over to put it on Ethan's
plate.

"I do-, uh, don't. I don't, mom. I'm good."

Ashton said he was good, too.

"Kelley, how about you?"

"No, ma'am. I'm good, too. These were great."






7:45 pm


After dinner, Ethan stopped in Kelley's room after his shower. Kelley was
already down to his boxers and all Ethan had around him was a towel.

"Hey, Kelley, I'm done."

"Yeah, OK, thanks."

"Hey, uh, Kelley? Are you OK?"

Kelley stopped and looked at his brother. Paler, blonder, a little more
impish than Kelley, in a way that showed on his face and in his body
movements, Kelley thought Ethan, and Ashton too, could possibly pass easier
as Nathan's brothers than his own. That's not what more observant people
would think, though, seeing the three boys together. The interaction
between them would shock most people for how civil they were to each other,
but the care that Kelley took with watching them and the readiness with
which the other two obeyed him would tell anybody that they were definitely
brothers.

"Sorry, for being such an ass, Ethan. That's what you said, right?"

Kelley was smiling, so Ethan knew it was a genuine apology. He smiled back
and said, "Yeah, that's what you were being. But you sure were sleeping a
lot today, and acting pretty weird. I was just worried is all."

"Well, thanks, but I'm cool. I was just tired, so I slept in late. And I
fell at the creek, so I just laid down when I got back. I guess I just fell
asleep."

"Are you gonna sleep at all tonight?"

"Yeah, probably."  Kelley rustled Ethan's hair. It was a lot darker when
wet.  "I may get up in the middle of the night hungry. I just wasn't
feeling so hungry at supper. Thanks for eating that taco."

"It's OK, I wanted one anyway."  Ethan turned to go, but stopped.  "Hey
Kelley, if you get up in the middle of the night, can I?"

Kelley shrugged his shoulders.  "Sure, why not?"

"No, I mean, will you wake me up?"

Kelley smiled.  "OK. IF I get up in the middle of the night to eat, I'll
wake you."

"Cool. Promise?"

"Yes. But I'm not waking you up if I just gotta take a piss."

Ethan giggled at this.  "OK!"

For some reason, this triggered a poorly formed concern he had had earlier
today about his little brother.  "Hey, uh, Ethan. You know Cal Brewer?"

Ethan's attitude shifted suddenly. It's harder for 10 year olds, even 10
1/2 year olds, to hide their feelings or fears. He was a little more
guarded now, facially and verbally, "I know everybody in Indian Spring."

"Well, yeah. I know everybody in Indian Spring, too. But, I mean, you know
some people better than others, right? So, you, uh, know Cal?"

"Um, yeah."

"You, uh, know his brother, right?"

"Oh!"  It was now as if this were a realization to him.  "Yeah, right, I
know his brother. Really. I mean, that's really how I know him. But, you
know, he's really more your age, I guess."

"Yeah, well, actually, he's a little older than me. I saw him down at the
creek this afternoon is why I'm asking."

"Really?"  Ethan's face brightened up at this.  "Did he say anything about
me?"

"No." Ethan's face fell at this, slowly, but noticeably. "Why would Cal say
anything about you?"

"Uh, I guess he wouldn't."  Ethan turned, a little crestfallen, and began
going back through the bathroom to his room.

"Hey, Ethan . . . "  Kelley saw him look back.  "He said you were
cool. Honest."

Ethan smiled broadly and half-skipped back to his room. Kelley got ready
for bed and fell asleep with his half-formed concern still on his
mind. Maybe he was just a little more dirty-minded since his recent
experiences. Maybe he was just more aware. But in either case, he was still
protective. And Cal was on his mind.


Yes, I know, I know. I'm a terrible writer for stopping suddenly with no
new chapters. I'm very sorry about the long wait, but I had some personal
issues, pretty major ones, that I had to deal with.

I don't know how much of a readership that I still have left, but I would
like to hear from you to let me know just how interested you are in
continuing this story, or if I should branch out and work on others. Let me
hear a wide variety of voices with some specific comments, likes, and
dislikes and I will go on.

I hope you have enjoyed this chapter.

I very much love to hear comments. It keeps me going in the writing.

-Jonas