Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2006 19:41:52 +0100 From: Jonas Henley Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Ch. 09 I heard from 13 people that want me to continue the story. I appreciate the replies, it tells me that this is worth the writing; though, and perhaps I am just overly sensitive, I would have liked to hear from more than 13 people. Is it only 13 people that read this? Hope you enjoy this chapter. It introduces us a little better to Kelley's brother Ethan. We see Kelley as the big brother, but what kind of deal does he have to make in this protective role? No worries, perhaps someone gets banged in this, but maybe not who you would think? Then again, maybe they don't. -Jonas Kids of Indian Spring Chapter 09 Wednesday, 14 June 1995 1:15 am Kelley did actually wake up in the middle of the night. His stomach was growling. 'Great. Now I'm hungry. Messed up a good dream, too.' And it had been a good dream. If the dream had been allowed to finish, it might have been the dream that messed up his stomach, instead of the other way around. That is, on the surface of his stomach, for his young hard-on had slipped out of his boxers and was pointing directly upward to his face. Kelley gripped its warm fleshy hardness, but hunger was winning out. He got out of bed and rearranged his boxers to slip it back inside, albeit with some difficulty. The dick now pushed obscenely at the thin fabric of his boxers. Nobody seeing him right now would miss it, that's for sure. Kelley slipped on some socks and started down to the kitchen. Before he got more than two steps down the stairs, he remembered his promise to Ethan. He stood there on the second step down, debating with himself whether or not he should go back up and get Ethan. Ethan never did wake up very well - and he especially would not in the middle of the night. However, he had promised the kid, and as long as he tried to wake him, then he wouldn't get in trouble with Ethan for it. Besides, there was no way Ethan was waking up. Kelley soon found himself in Ethan's room, shaking his brother gently, and calling his name softly. It would normally never wake his brother from a sound sleep. But Ethan opened his eyes, his body not very deep in sleep at that moment, and registered someone shaking him. Someone in boxers, and nothing else, nothing that he could see. Just some one a little older, probably Kelley, in his boxers, shaking him awake. Ethan's eyes started settling back down to sleep and back into his warm dreams, when suddenly they shot open. 'Holy crap, that's a boner in those boxers. A big one, like it's about to punch out of there,' he thought to himself. Kelley noticed Ethan go wide awake in an instant and took a step back. Before he could register where the boy's wide open stare was directed, he heard him say: "Wow! Kelley, you got a boner, like a huge one." "Shhhh! Not so loud, dummy. You'll wake everybody up." Kelley was a little self conscious, still, of anyone seeing his boner so casually, but the old Kelley that was a little more self-confident and unconcerned was still in there, and he was more interested in eating at the moment. So, he didn't try to cover up any. "So what, so I got a boner; it just happens sometimes when you get up from sleep, or a good dream. It don't matter any, now be quiet." "What were you dreaming?" Now Kelley hesitated. "You're too young. I can't tell you." "Am not! I bet it was about a girl!" "Ethan, shut up, stupid. Not so loud. If I thought you were going to be this loud, I wouldn't have said I would wake you. The dream ain't any of your business." He stopped and corrected himself, "ISN'T any of your business. Now do you want to come downstairs to the kitchen with me or not?" "Yes! Sorry, Kelley. I'll be quiet. . . . . .Hey, uh, before we go, can I see it?" Ethan was still mostly lying in bed on his side, propped up on a hand and an elbow. "See what?" "Your boner, Kelley. It's huge." "It's not huge, Ethan. I'm just older than you. And it can't really be that much bigger than yours." "Please????" begged his 10 and 1/2 year old brother. They didn't look alike; Ethan took after their mom's side more. He had lighter hair and lighter skin. Maybe Kelley was a lot bigger; he couldn't remember the last time he saw Ethan with a boner, or if he ever even noticed. Kelley sighed. "All right, just be quiet." "OK, promise." Kelley stepped up to the light cast by the bed lamp that he had turned on when he first tried to wake Ethan. He put a thumb in the front of his boxers and pulled them out and away from his gently swaying, still mostly hard, erect penis, and then pulled the cotton down below the shaft and balls, which at this point were only hanging half their normal loose distance. "Wow, cooool." Ethan said softly as the penis, darker, thicker, and longer than his own swayed briefly into view, a bulbous head that looked angrier, or just more ready for business than his still fairly pink and small one. The balls hung, just as his were beginning to do; but instead of some skinny presence just trying to affirm a boy was in possession of them, these looked full and confident as if to verify that a boy was there ready to use them. At the point where the scrotum and the base of this awesome dick met was a small clump of brown hair. Pubic hair. He had heard about it, and always wanted to have some of his own and had even seen some on older boys, but Ethan had not really even seen his bother naked since he started getting this stuff. It was kind of ironic since all they ever wore at night and around the house in the summer was their underwear. Just a thin sheet of printed cotton had been between them, preventing Ethan from seeing this. For how long he wondered? He had tried to get glimpses of Cal, or even Dustin, before when he spent the night with Ben, but the closest he ever got was just a ball through the leg of some shorts, and that was definitely always cool, or the outline of an erection, so much bigger than his own, another cool treat. But this view was so close up, so awesome: "Wow, really cool Kelley. You look awesome." "Um thanks," Kelley didn't know where he should register this compliment, but he pulled his boxers back up, not that they were hiding anything now. In fact, you could see the twitching of his cock as it began an upward ascent back to the full-on hardness he had had when he first got out of bed. "Kelley, how long have you had hair down there?" "Over my dick? I guess a few months. I don't know really." "I wish I had some." "You will. Maybe before I did, maybe later. I don't know. Just wait like a year." "Can I see again?" "No, I'm not your show and tell for today." "I'll show you mine." "I don't want to see yours. I want to go get something to eat." They could both hear his stomach growling at this point, and Kelley turned and left the room. "Hey, wait for me, Kelley." Nathan jumped out of bed and into his slippers. He hurried downstairs and caught up with his brother in the kitchen, standing there with the refrigerator and freezer doors open, wondering what was available for him to eat. The light from the inside of the fridge showed his body as paler than it was, but the low light also played out his growing muscles that showed him to be a solid boy that could take care of himself. His nipples were tightening-up from even this low breath of coolness. Ethan could see the mist of icy objects drifting out in swirls from the freezer and sweeping past the bare chest of his brother, the aureoles darker and tighter than before, the nipples taut, his eyes swept down the equally taut belly and came to rest where the erection he had just seen bare now obscenely pressed out his brothers boxers. "Quit staring at my dick, Ethan, and come see if there's something you want to eat." "There's some chocolate cake still out on the counter." "Oh, yeah, excellent, Ethieboy. Good idea." Kelley grabbed the milk out of the refrigerator and proceeded to serve them up some healthy slices of cake with tall glasses of milk. The two brothers sat next to each other smiling and digging in to the forbidden late night supper. "How do you like it, Ethan?" "It's great, Kelley. We should do this more often." "I think mom would catch on soon. Besides, Ashton would feel left out." They kept eating, talking occasionally about other friends in the neighborhood, things people did, usually stupid or funny things. Ethan avoided mentioning anything about Tripp, who Kelley did not like. Then he told Kelley about the water fight that Ashton had said that Stevie had told him about. "Yeah," Kelley said, "I called Nathan when you were in the shower. He said he had been there. It was his first." "You mean he's never been to one? They've had like hundreds." Ethan said with a mouth half full of chocolate cake. "Well, I don't know about hundreds, but a lot. I guess I always thought he had been to one before, especially one of the ones they had here or down the road when we were real little." Down the spur off the main road, the same spur of street connected via the trail and the log bridge across the creek and through the woods to Jonah Kemp's street, there were still remnants of a couple of houses that had belonged to different Cormack cousins. In fact, Duncan and Connor's Grandma had lived in one of these houses, which explains why the Cormacks and the Tuckers had long been friends. It was only recently that Grandma Cormack had passed away and her son, who had lived next door, then moved away. Both houses had sat empty long enough to gain the State's attention and were in the process of being taken over. It was being fought by the Association (the 'CIA' as the kids called it), there wasn't much left of one of the houses, and the other was in pretty bad shape, despite any hope that Gerald might one day soon take it to live in. When the kids were little, though, those two yards, as well as the Tuckers, had often been the scene of some massive water fights. The two boys ate some more in silence, as Kelly's mind slowly began to pull up some half-formed concern from the night before. "Hey Ethan, what all do you do when you go over to Ben's house to spend the night?" Ethan looked a little uncomfortable, but he still rambled out some of the usual boy stuff, like playing video games, eating pizza, wrestling, watching TV, stuff like that. "Is Cal around a lot when you're over there?" "Yeah, sure, I mean, it's his house. " "I mean, does he do stuff with you, though? You know, is he. . . . . . . . just . . . . . . AROUND, a lot?" Ethan still looked uncomfortable, and wasn't looking his brother in the eye as he spoke. He was wondering where this was going, though probably Kelley could not have even told him, since he wasn't sure himself. Ethan still answered his brother, "Well, I guess he is, but he's fun. I like having him around. I like Cal." "OK. Sorry for the weird questions, I was just wondering if everything was OK with him." "What do you mean? He's always been cool with me. He's nice to me. " "It's just that, . . . . . . . I just wanted to be sure he's never done anything, you know, that he shouldn't, with you." "Like what?" Kelley hesitated to, not sure how to proceed with this. He wasn't even sure why he was asking. It was just that when he was at the creek, he got a strange feeling from the way Cal had talked about his little brother. May he was just imagining things. Maybe he wouldn't have had these feelings before if it wasn't for the recent sexual shocks to his own life. Maybe he was just a pervert; but whether any of that was the case, he still wanted to be sure that his little brother was safe and that no one was doing anything to him. So he pressed on with his strange ill-formed thought: "Well, like looking at you kind of strange, or maybe touching you somewhere he shouldn't." Kelley sighed and said, "I'm sorry, Ethan. I don't know why I'm asking you this stuff. I just had a weird feeling down the creek, and I don't ever want anybody doing anything strange or weird with you." Ethan just sort of picked at his chocolate cake now. It was more a matter of pushing the crumbs around than looking for the next bite. You could tell something was on his mind, and inside he was trying to screw up enough courage to ask Kelley. The problem with this was that he wasn't entirely sure what he could ask Kelley. "Hey Kelly," he started, "is it really bad for a boy to look at another boy?" "What do you mean?" "Well, you know," Ethan continued pushing crumbs and looking at his plate. He the looked up with an obviously fake smile, as if to say all's well when it isn't, "Just something stupid, Kelley. It doesn't matter any. Really." "No, it matters if it's bugging you. It matters if it took that much just to ask me." Ethan was still silent, so Kelley ventured in. "Ethan, big deal if some guy wants to check out another guy's, um, stuff. Is this about me showing you my dick?" "No, Kelley! That was cool. It was just that, um, I, uh . . . . . . " "Doesn't have something to do with when you're over at Ben's house?" Ethan just shrugged. "Does it have something to do with Cal? Does he look at you in some way that he shouldn't?" "I wish," Ethan blurted out, without thinking. He quickly realized what he had just said. He looked up at his brother, blushed, and looked back down at his plate, now in fear of what his brother might say or think about him. Ethan was so wrapped up in what his brother must be thinking that he began to cry. Kelly was still at a loss for words, even when he heard his brother trying to say through his sobs, "I'm sorry, Kelly. I can't help it. Whenever Cal is around, I like looking at him, and when I spend the night at their house, he and Ben only wear their underwear around the house. It's different than here cause they only wear regular underwear, not boxers, and not just when they're going to bed, but just anywhere around the house, even Dustin when he comes over does. And it makes me just want to look even more." He was still sobbing, even as he was trying to say all of this. Kelly didn't know what to think, much less what to say, so he continued sitting there quiet and letting his brother work through what was on his mind. One thing that was very clear, was that something had been building up and bothering Ethan. The little boy was no longer truly a little boy, and he was coming to terms with things that were definitely more in the big boy arena. He continued on, "I like looking at Dustin too, and I even wish I could see inside their underwear, you know, but different then seeing your stuff. Your stuff was just, you know really cool, I mean, it was awesome, but it's different when I think about maybe seeing Cal or Dustin. I don't want to be, but Tripp says that I'm a faggot. And I don't wanna be that, honest, Kelley. I just like looking!" This confession round brought on more sobbing; Kelly reached over and put his arm around his full brother, while trying to process this new information. For one thing, he had always disliked Ethan's friend Tripp, now he despised the boy. He was going to make sure that the boy would not find himself welcome in Indian Spring. It was a tight community, and it was a fairly simple thing to do to put the word out, that a particular outsider was not to be let in or tolerated. For the next thing, he wasn't sure what he should do about Cal and whether Ethan should be going over there, or if he should get Cal to cool it, or what. He just didn't know. He'd have to put that on a back burner somewhere. Kelley now put both arms around his little brother and pulled him into a hug and told him it would be OK. He wasn't sure how to handle this. How strange that he's been wrestling with problems of sexuality of his own that he never wanted to have, while his little brother was wrestling with ones he wasn't ready for either, but did seem to want to have. This was all just too much for any 12-year-old. He didn't want to wrestle with these problems, but he had Ethan to look out for now. He had to do what was best for his little brother. For a little while, that meant just holding him, telling him it would all be OK. Kelley wondered if Ethan was going to be like Nathan; it hadn't truly bothered him having Nathan as a friend and knowing his obvious predilection for other boys, even not considering his own forays into that area. Would it bother him to have a brother like that? Should it? No, it shouldn't; he just hoped it wouldn't. And besides, maybe this was just a passing thing for Ethan. He did have to come up with a plan, though; he did have to do something about this. First on his list, talk to Ethan and let him know he was OK. And that's what Kelly did. He talked to his little brother, told him that it was normal for some boys to be more interested than others in other boys, even sexually. He decided at this point, also, that his brother needed an update on his sexual education. Kelly left out, quite consciously, any explicit references to sex between boys. He left that part to be one of more physical interest than anything else. He did make sure, though, for his own brother's protection, that Ethan understood that he couldn't show or talk about his interests with any other boys. The problem was that they wouldn't understand, and he might get hurt, maybe badly. Kelley knew he couldn't always be there for Ethan. Next on Kelly's list was Tripp. Something had to be done about this boy, but first he needed to know how and why Tripp came to be calling Ethan a faggot. "Well," Ethan began, after his brother asked him a couple of questions, "It started out, I guess he was noticing me looking at his brother. I said I wasn't at first, but I couldn't help it. He said he was going to tell his brother, and I couldn't play with him anymore, unless I told the truth. So I did. I told him I thought his brother was kind of real neat, you know, sort of like good-looking, and that I wondered what he looked like inside his jeans. Tripp made fun of me and said he was going to tell his brother and his friends anyway, but maybe he would be quiet if I would do stuff for him." Kelley was getting angrier and angrier as he heard this. All he could think in his head was 'If that asshole Tripp hurt my brother, I'm gonna kill him and his friends'. What he said out loud, though, was simply, "What did he do to you?" Kelley's voice was rough, hiding an underlying violence that Ethan knew was normally very slow to come out. Ethan's gut reaction was to tell Kelley not to hurt Tripp, but he was instead relying more on his growing self-confidence and realization that Tripp was not really a good friend, and not, actually, a good kid - never had been for that matter. How did he end up hanging around with the kid? So instead, he didn't say anything except to answer Kelley's question. "Sometimes he would make me run naked out into his yard to get something, or ride my bike naked on the back roads from Coolspring into Deep Indian." Ethan paused before going further, "A couple of times, he, uh, made me, uh, . . . . . . . . . . . .put my mouth . . . . . . um . . . . . on his . . . ." Ethan couldn't finish, couldn't even look Kelley in the eye. "I didn't like doing it at all." Kelley took a deep breath and decided to start taking care of things. "Ethan, you really like Tripp as a friend?" Ethan shrugged his shoulders. "Sometimes he's fun. And he can be nice. Every now and then." "That ain't good enough." "I thought you said we couldn't say 'ain't' any more." "It don't matter right now, Ethan, he's no good. I've tried to tell you that before." "I know. You're always telling me stuff like that. You always know better than me. You always have to pick my friends, make my decisions, tell me what to wear." "What? I don't ever tell you what to wear!" Ethan just shrugged. "Am I that bad, really, Ethan?" "No," he answered a bit sulkily, "it's just I don't really want to hear an I-Told-You-So on Tripp. I know I was stupid thinking he was a friend, or even somebody I should be around." "You weren't stupid, and I'm not going to tell you I-Told-You-So. But," and here he paused and took a deep breath, "I am going to tell you that you can't ever go near him again." Ethan looked like he was going to protest, but it was just a reflex and Kelley cut him off anyway, "No, I mean it. If you don't agree, I'm going to tell mom and dad. And if I ever see him around here, I'm going to punch him, and if I ever see you with him, I'll whip you for it. I swear I will Ethan; I don't care how much I may get in trouble for it. You got it?" "Yes, Kelley" "I'm serious, Ethan!" "I know. You always are. I get it." "I'm going to put the word out tomorrow, that he ISNT welcome here in Indian Spring. I won't say why. I won't need to." It was true. Kelley had respect in the community, as did his whole family. His dad had been very creative using the Association to save many a family's home. "Kelley, can I still go over to, uh, Ben's?" "You mean Cal's? I'm not stupid Ethan. I don't want you getting into any trouble. So for a while, no. You can't. Not unless I'm spending the night there with you." "What? You can't do that." It was a quickly aborted brotherly struggle, as one look over at Kelley, and the memory of everything they had talked about quickly changed his mind. "OK, Kelley. I won't, not unless you're there." They finished off the rest of their chocolate cake in silence. Kelley realized two new things from this evening. He was in his new life for good; there was no going back to any prior innocence. There really was a sexual world out there; and he could no longer deny the realities of his entry into it. The second thing was that his little brother Ethan now had a view into the same world. There was probably no going back for him either. Wednesday, 14 June 1995 10:20 am The boys woke up the next morning at about the same time, but without any of the usual greetings. They both harbored a small embarrassment of the outpouring of feelings during the middle of the night, but Kelley had, in addition, a resolve. Whatever else he did today, he was going to make Tripp a very unwelcome boy in Indian Spring. Nathan came over, showing up shortly after the boys had finished breakfast. He came on in and said goodbye to Ashton, who on his way out the door to find Stevie. "Hey, Tuck! What's up?! " "Hey Nate, how's it going? Heard you got caught in one of the Cormack wars." "Dude, Tucker! It was awesome. It was so much fun!! How come you never told me about those? How often they do them?" "Well, I guess I thought you always knew about them and just didn't want to be in one. I'm sorry. Next time I'll try to let you know. But you saw how it goes. They don't plan too far in advance before having one. They used to have them out here when I was real little, lots younger than Ashton. But that was before their Grandma died, and before their uncle left." "Oh, yeah, I walked past those houses yesterday. There aint much . . ." "Isnt." "Fuck. OK. There ISN'T . . ." "Hey, don't cuss like that in front of my little brother." Nathan made an exasperated hand gesture as if to say that it wasn't anything Ethan hasn't heard before at school or around the neighborhood. Ethan was giggling cereal out of his mouth and milk out of his nose listening to his brother still being an older brother, even to Nathan. "OK, OK, fine. I won't say any bad words in front of the little kiddies. I was just going to say there ain . . .uh, isn't, much left of one of the houses, and the other one looks like a creepy haunted house. I don't see how you guys can live near it without being creeped out." "Easy. All I think about when I see the house is cookies, cakes, and a nice old lady who lived there. Plus I think about water fights and Duncan coming over to play." At the mention of Duncan's name, Kelley noticed Nathan's attention shift, in a dreamy, happy sort of way. Any further thought on that, though, was interrupted by Ethan. "Ashton was too young for that though. He said all he thinks about is a haunted house. Some old lady ghost living in it." "OK," Kelley said, "so Ashton gets a little creeped out by it. That good enough for you, Nate? By the way, when did you come by here?" "Yesterday afternoon. I spent the night with Duncan. I came over here after, but nobody was home." "You spent the night with Duncan?" Kelley cocked an eyebrow at his best friend. Nathan just shook his head and smiled. That shook may have said 'not right now', but it sure hid a few things too. Nathan just switched the subject back to Kelley. "So where were you?" "Oh yeah, well I went down to the creek with Tyler and Blaine. Tyler called you that morning and also before we left. We even went by your house, but we couldn't find you." "Damn. Oops, sorry Ethan." Ethan just started laughing again, as Nate continued, "I guess we just missed each other. I bet you guys were already going to my house while I was still going over the log bridge on that trail." Kelley shrugged. "Possibly. I guess." The doorbell rang and Kelley went to answer it. "Oh. Hello, Tripp. Wonder what it is you want." Tripp just sneered and looked off to the side. "Yeah, right. Tell your brother I'm out here." No need for witty report for Kelley. The sneer set in motion what he had a mind to do anyway. But he couldn't hit someone who wasn't even looking. Kelley stepped forward another half-step and said, "Tripp, look at me." Tripp did, and one and a half seconds and one sound effect later, he was sailing backward through the air to land with a thud on the Tucker front walk. It was then Kelley saw that the brat hadn't come alone. He looked to his right and saw a tough looking kid, about a year older and three inches taller than himself. "Did you want something, too?" "Man," the older boy started, "I don't want to get hit, that's for damn sure. Shit man, you throw a punch." They were both now staring down at the 11 year old howling on the ground holding his bleeding nose. Tripp started yelling; though, it sounded kind of funny coming out of his nose the way it did. "Geb em Lewbif. Beep a fib owb im." "Huh?" Both of the standing boys asked at the same time. "Who are you?" Kelley asked the taller boy. He wasn't afraid, and the taller boy realized it. "Lewis," he said, still laughing at Tripp on the ground yelling his nonsense. "Why are you here, Lewis?" "Whoa, easy tiger. Man you aren't anything like Tripp said. Are you Ethan?" "No, I am!" Both boys heard. Kelley looked behind him and saw both Nathan and Ethan looking over his shoulder, or around it, at Tripp on the ground. "Get back inside," Kelley growled at them. They did. "Shit," said Lewis. "He looks a little younger than Tripp said he was." "What else did Tripp say?" "Muhbbim, I dim say muhbbim." The boy was struggling to get up. "Dude, I think you broke his nose." Lewis said. "Anyway, he, uh, said, uh, that your brother - and I don't want any trouble from you - that he would give us blow jobs." Tripp was trying to shake his head, but it must have been too painful. He was standing there with a wide stance, as he was a bit too unstable still after knocking the back of his head on the ground. It was a perfect stance for Kelley's renewed anger as he stepped forward and planted his foot dead center straight up between Tripp's spread legs. The boy howled again and went down like a sack of potatoes. Kelley turned to Lewis, "Who all did you mean by 'us'?" "Oh uh," Lewis had turned his attention to the boy on the ground in a somewhat fetal position. This wasn't so funny, but Lewis found he couldn't really blame the angry kid. It was his little brother he was protecting after all. "There were some other guys he mentioned it to." "Well, I guess you guys are going to have to make do with him, instead." Kelley motioned toward Tripp on the ground. "Yeah, that'll work," Lewis said, sort of non-committal. "Hey, uh, what's your name again?" "Kelley. Kelley Tucker." Lewis nodded, thinking for a second. "You should know, he's got pictures. The kid looks a little older in them, not much, but a little; but it's definitely him." At this point Tripp was trying to crawl away. "Fucking prick," Kelley said under his breath. He was very angry now; but he let Tripp keep crawling, getting further away. Kelley couldn't think of a way out of this. He looked back at Lewis after Tripp was out of hearing and asked in a low voice, "Look, uh, Lewis, do you know where these pictures are? Can you get them?" "Probably, and probably, but no I wont because none of this is my business." "Please." "Look man, I'm sorry, but why should I? Honest, if you weren't here I still would have let the little kid hang off my dick. The pictures look like he wants it." Kelley was trying hard to restrain his anger. He looked back into the house. He could see Ethan and Nathan hanging around just inside the next room. He yelled at them to go back to the kitchen, waited, and then turned around to look at Lewis. He couldn't look this kid in the eyes, so he stared at the walkway in front of him, where Tripp had so recently lain. "Look. If you'll do it - if you get the pictures . . . . ." It was as far as he could get. "Yeah, if I do it - what?" Kelley took a deep breath and began again, still staring at the ground in front of him, "If you'll get all the pictures, negatives, erase his computer, whatever . . . . . I'll . . . . . .I'll . . . . . . . .I'll do what you wanted. You know, what you came here for." "You serious?" Kelley nodded, still unable to look up. "You mean you'll . . ." "Yes!!" Kelley interrupted him with resigned exasperation. He didn't want to hear the sentence finished. He would keep his understood word, but he didn't want to actually hear the agreement. It was fine with Lewis too. He figured that this was a kid that would keep his word. And Lewis wouldn't have any problem keeping his own, either. After all, he didn't really care anything about Tripp. There was just one other possibility he needed covered: "OK, Kelley, that works for me. There's just one other possible problem. Uh, what if I need help?" "Huh?" "What if I need help from somebody to get these pictures, delete stuff off his computer, all that." Kelley sighed. He understood what the question implied. He didn't want his little brother to know any of this. He would do whatever it took to make it go away. He still looked down at the ground and quietly said, "OK." "Ok, both of us?" Kelley sighed again, "OK, yes, both of you, if you need help." Lewis moved in front of Kelley and held out his hand. Kelley glanced up and took the hand to shake it, but looked off to the side, red as a rose from the embarrassing deal he just made. The boys shook, but before Lewis let go of the hand, he asked, "What if you aren't any good, I mean, you done this a lot?" "No," Kelley's voice was breaking. He just wished this would all go away. "If it isn't any good, I can do it again." "Until I like it well enough?" Kelley turned redder than you would think he could. He couldn't answer. He just nodded, and the boys shook once more. "Deal," Lewis said. And the boy left. Kelley went back inside, ready to get away from the house for a while. "Ethan, go get two pair of swim trunks from my room and one from yours. We're gonna go swimming out at Sweetwater." Ethan didn't ask but sprang up the stairs to do as he was told. But Nathan had questions, "Where are we going?" "Over to Blaine's, maybe we can go swimming at Tyler's friend's house." "We're taking the squirt, too?" Kelley just shrugged. "Why not? One other thing Nate, you said you spent the night with Duncan?" Kelley wanted anything to distract himself from his own increasing misadventures. "Huh? Oh, yeah. It was nice." "Sooooo? What happened?" Nathan smiled a mischievous smile at his friend and just said, "Too bad, Tucker, You're out of luck. Seems I can't tell you about it because we have company going with us now." 10:50 am Kelley had to wait to hear the whole story of Nathan's day and night of fun, or rather the 'hole' story, because he decided his little brother was going to be coming along with them. On their way out, Kelley agreed to swing by the Brewer house for Ethan to see if Ben could come. Kelley didn't mind - he would rather see Ethan hanging out with Ben and not Ben's older brother Cal. It turns out Ben was home, and he wanted to join them. Ben seemed to realize that Ethan was somewhat enamored of his older brother, but then he himself thought Kelley was much cooler than the others; however he liked Ethan enough to hang out with him. Besides, what kid is going to turn down a pool in a nicer neighborhood. A pool at somebody's house no less. The Brewer's seemed to have a bit more money than the others, as did all the houses on that street, actually, which included the Harris' (Casey's house), the Finney's, and the Lucci's. The boys had stopped off at the Brewer's, Kelley realizing that he had never actually been in their house. The door was answered by Cal, and Nathan developed a case of smiling dropped-jaw all of a sudden. Cal was a good-looking boy just 3 months shy of 13. He still had that 12-year old's impishness, the look that gives a hint at developing adolescence, even sometimes before it starts; but in his case it was subdued. It was as though when you looked in his face there were always some other clouds of thought gathering. It was what Kelley saw now when the door was answered, though Nathan was agape in another direction, for Cal had answered the door in nothing but well-fitted white BVD briefs. What Cal saw on first opening was neither of the two boys, and he called out, "Hey Ethan what's up?" "Hey Cal !" Ethan responded. Cal then added, almost as an afterthought, "Oh, uh. Hey Kelley! Hey Nathan." "Hey Cal," Kelley said, and then looked over to the left at his friend Nate who was absorbed in the white cotton pouch stretched over a hidden stash of nuts, and the semi-filled plump weight snaking off to the left in the front of the whitey tighties of Cal Brewer. He smacked Nathan up the back of his head. "Oh, uh," Nathan now began looking up into the grinning face, "hey Cal. And, uh, you know, I just go by 'Nate'." "Oh, OK. Well, come on in, Nate. You too Kelley, Ethan." Cal stood aside and let them into the front hallway. Three boys walked past, with Nathan taking another salivating glance downward, and Cal showed them into the living room. "What brings you guys by here?" Ethan started to blurt out an answer, but checked himself when he saw a warning glance from Kelley and just said, "Well we were . . . uh. I mean, I'm going swimming with Kelley, and uh, Nate, at a friend of theirs in Sweetwater, and they said I could see if Ben wanted to go." Ethan would have loved to ask Cal himself to go, but he knew that his older brother did not approve of his interest in the older brother of Ben. "Oh. Well, I guess he would. He's downstairs. You can go ask him." "Cool." And Ethan took off through another part of the house, obviously to where the downstairs were. Kelley did not even know there was a basement to this house. He was about to ask about what was down there when Nathan beat him to another question, but one that Kelley was privately curious about as well. "Dude, Cal, how come you answered the door in just your underwear." Cal just shrugged and answered, "Well, I saw it was just you guys. So who cares, you know?" "You always go around in just, uh, those?" Kelley let Nathan just plug away with the questions. Cal looked down at his briefs and readjusted himself, much to Nathan's delight. "Yeah, pretty much. This is all we wear around the house at night, at least. Just feels normal, you know." Kelley could kind of get it. They just wore underwear at their house, although that was usually boxers. And usually with a shirt. And usually just before they went to bed. So actually this was a little strange to him. It was completely foreign to Nathan. He wouldn't wear that in front of his parents, and he asked Cal this. "Don't you get embarrassed in front of your parents?" Cal just shrugged. "Not really. Besides, it's just my dad here now. He and my mom got separated last year. She lives down with a cousin near downtown for right now. Closer to her work. And her boyfriend, though she don't know me and Ben know about that. And it's all we wear. My dad's cool with it. It's all my cousins wear when they come over. Dustin too. An a couple other guys, sometimes." "Always white?" Nathan asked. "Always white BVD's." Confirmed Cal, thinking there were definitely places you didn't want to wear blue BVD's, but he didn't say that out loud. "My little brother, too?" Kelley asked, suddenly remembering the comment Dustin had made down at the creek yesterday afternoon. "Yeah, . . . .well, . . ." Cal began, but was cut off by Ethan bounding into the room: "He said yes! Ben's coming with us. He's just goin' upstairs to change." Kelley was still waiting to hear something from Cal, but what he heard from the now smiling boy was simply, "Kelley, why don't you come over, too, the next time Ben asks Ethan over to spend the night." "No," Ethan started, before catching his brother's look, "I mean, yeah, Kelley, that would be OK. I mean cool." "All right." Said Kelley. "You have some white BVD's?" Cal asked Kelley. "No. Do I need them?" "You'll be out-of-place without some. You can borrow a pair of mine when you come over." "Fuckin lucky!" Nathan said under his breath. Kelley knocked him in the arm with an incredulous look that seemed to say 'People can hear you dickwad!' Kelley definitely found the idea of wearing another boy's underwear very strange, and just downright weird; but for the moment he was distracted by Nathan's behavior and surprised himself by saying. "OK, Cal, thanks. That sounds cool." Ethan was in shock, a bit. But Cal just smiled and said. "Cool then. Maybe sometime next week." Kelley just nodded, figuring he would cross that bridge when he came to it. Meanwhile, he began taking in the size of the house around him. It looked a lot more spacious and well-off inside than the outside led you to believe. And it looked pretty nice from the outside, for an Indian Spring home definitely. Nathan meanwhile was just taking in more of Cal. He was enjoying it, once he realized that the slightly older boy did not care. Cal just grinned and said, "OK, well I'll see you guys later. Have fun swimming. I might go down later to the creek myself again this afternoon." Cal walked toward the stairs that led upstairs, and Nathan and Kelley watched him go, each with separate things on their minds. Kelley was concerned about his little brother, and Nathan was unconsciously licking his lips as he watched the independent movement of the two muscular orbs of the boy's ass, making their presence known stretching out the sides of the BVD's and subtly undulating up and down with the boy's walk away from them. He kept staring until he felt the back of his head slapped again, he turned to give a sheepish grin to the exasperated look on Kelley's face and the barely contained laughter on Ethan's. Ethan, apparently was no dummy. Ben sailed into the room shortly after this carrying a towel and dressed in lime green swim trunks about half a size too big, and the four went outside and off on their bikes toward Sweetwater. They passed up and gave a wave to Harry Finney, Colin Gaither, Grant Kirby, and Jason Lucci playing street hockey on their way out. They also passed by Malcolm McEwen, walking up from the junction with Spring Dr., however they ignored both him and the unknown red-headed kid he was with. The other kid looked slightly older than them, but Malcolm was their age. Anyone that would be spending time with Malcolm, though, couldn't be that decent a person. "Where you pussies going?" Malcolm yelled after them. All four boys ignored the call and the laughter of the unknown kid that followed it. Malcolm was an ass. He would be a bully if he was bigger, but mostly he was just a snide-remarking wiseass with nothing decent ever to say. The boys turned right onto Spring Drive with the only comment being a muttered "He's such an ass" by Ben. They kept on going and were reaching the junction with the road into Sweetwater when they saw another kid coming toward them after turning on to Spring Drive after coming from the road that led to both the start of the creek, the actual spring, and to the access road of one of the big cities' main traffic loop arteries. It was Casey Harris coming toward them, and he slowed down as he saw them. "You guys go on ahead; I'll catch up in a second." Kelley told Nathan and the two younger boys. He then coasted up to the roadside where Casey had come to a stop. Nathan gave a curious glance back, but the boys otherwise continued on their way to Sweetwater. "Um, hey." Kelley ventured nervously. He wasn't sure why he stopped. He wasn't sure what there was to say to Casey, especially after what he let the boy do yesterday. Casey was a month younger than Cal, and half a year older than Kelley, though Kelley carried himself such that you would have considered him the older just by behavioral maturity, especially with Casey in consideration. The slightly older boy was typically much less secure and less mature than Kelley. Still, it had been his hard, erect growing dick that sank into Kelley's ass yesterday, an act with no reciprocity, either. It was this that was on both boys' minds, though neither, for different reasons of fear, wanted to admit this to the conscious mind. Oh uhh . . . hey, Kelley." Casey meekly said back. They both then just sat there looking forward, facing opposite directions, unsure of where to go next. Kelley did not know what he was trying to say or why he stopped. Part of him, of course, wanted to tell Casey that yesterday was just a fluke. A really weird and definitely one-time fluke. Maybe they could both just forget about it It was Casey that spoke first, however, after their awkward greetings. "I, uh, . . . so, um, how is, um, your . . . . uh, you cool? I mean, OK?" "Uh, yeah. A little sore still." "Oh." Casey paused, not sure where else to take it. "Sorry." "It's cool." Kelley responded, just stopping short of adding 'but you really pounded it hard'. "Cool." Casey said back. "So where are you going now?" "Uh, up to Sweetwater. Going swimming at a friend of a friend's." "A friend of one of those guys from yesterday?" Kelley almost winced. He had partially hoped that previous awkward exchange had maybe sealed off yesterday forever. But maybe there was still something here that was unfinished. So he just responded with, "Yeah, a friend of Tyler's." "Oh, OK. He's cool. I liked him." "Yeah, he and Blaine are both real cool. We're pretty good friends." "Yeah, Blaine was cool too. And he's got a bigass dick." Ok, so what was Kelley supposed to do with that comment. Pretty much nothing but agree with it. He nodded to show it was true. "So," Casey began again, "you aint hurt real bad back there?" motioning to Kelley's behind with a nod of his head. Kelley looked back at his own butt, more on reflex than anything else. He felt obliged to answer, though. "Well, it hurt a lot yesterday, and it's not so comfortable riding right now. But I'll live." "Was I really the first to do it to you?" First? What did this kid think Kelley was? Kelley retorted, "Dude, try: the only." The effect was lost on Casey. "Awesome." To him it was still the most incredible thing in his life that one of the more popular boys of Indian Spring turned his butt up for him, of all people, for Casey Aaron Harris to bust a cherry. Incredible, but also still kind of weird in an inexplicable sort of way. "Listen," Kelley started, "I better go. They're gonna wonder where I am." "Hey," Casey was still staring at the backside resting on the bike seat, that bottom he had so recently penetrated, "you wanna come by house after you get back, this afternoon? . . . Maybe?" "Uh, sure." Kelley had no idea what he was saying, but for now he had to just get away. "OK, that's cool, but I gotta go now." He pedaled off without looking back, without seeing Casey stare at his ass as he stood up on his pedals to get more momentum for the hill he was about to have to bike up to get to Sweetwater. Kelley caught up with the other three boys just inside the gates the Village, and together they headed for Tyler's house. Blaine was already there when they arrived and greeted them. "Hey guys! We was just about to call you. Hey, you brought the middle squirt, too. And a friend of middle squirt." "Oh, yeah. This Ben Brewer. Hope you guys don't mind we brought them with us." Naw, it's cool," Tyler said. "What's up Ethan?" "Hey Tyler. Hey Blaine." "Nice to meet you Ben." Ben just nodded a hello back to both boys, including both of them with the same nod. "So whatchya up to today, Tuck? See you finally dragged Nate's sorry ass over. What were you doin' all day yesterday Nate?" "Oh, he was over at those red-headed fuckers' house," Blaine told Tyler. "The Cormacks!" Four voices rang out from the bikes. Even Ben knew to whom Blaine was referring. Blaine for one, however, was unconcerned as to their actual name. "Actually," Kelley started, changing the subject back to Tyler's original question, "I was wondering if your friend Chase was at home. Thought maybe he wouldn't mind us coming for a swim. He said we could last time I met him." "Dude!" Tyler called out. "Weird! Freaking weird!" "What?" Kelley asked apprehensively. "Dude, I'm telling you that's some weird stuff. He just called me like one minute before you knocked on the door and told me and Blaine to come on over and swim." "Pretty fucking weird," Blaine acknowledged. "Yeah, that's weird." Kelley agreed. But then, what in his life hasn't been weird these last couple of days. "So, uh, think he'll care if the four of us go, too?" "No way, dude. He's so chill. But I'll call him back anyway so you won't feel outta place about it or anything." Tyler made the call and all six boys shortly found themselves jumping into the cool waters of Chase's large backyard pool. Meanwhile, back in Indian Spring: 10:55 am Caleb Parker had convinced his little brother Rich to invite Stevie over for the morning. He wouldn't explain himself, just that he would owe his little brother one; and he asked Rich not to say anything to their dad again that he was off somewhere else, or to Stevie either, for that matter - as if Rich couldn't figure out where. Rich figured Caleb wanted some more private time with Emily Vargas. What he didn't know, though, was that Emily was already gone for the day - off at a band day camp. 11-year-old Joey Vargas was alone at the house by the time that Caleb arrived. Caleb rang the bell and was answered by the young boy in question with nothing but a towel around his waist. "Caleb!! Hey. Oh, I, uh, . . .forgot I told you to come over, didn't I?" "It's OK, Joey. It's cool. I can come back later or something." "No! No, its cool. I was just, ummmm, hanging out in the hot tub. I don't, uh, have nothing else on, though." "Wow. Um, that's pretty cool with me, actually." Joey blushed at this comment and got a little more flustered. "Oh, uh, well, um, yeah, uh, cool. Well, uh, yeah, come on in. You uh want to, um, go out to the, uh, hot tub again?" In answer to the flustered greeting and question, Caleb stepped in the door and pulled his shirt up over his head, pulling it completely off. Joey almost whistled breathing in through his teeth as he watched the revealed muscular stomach and chest show itself and felt his own dick rise up against the terry cloth. "Awesome," he whispered out, and then more loudly said, "uh, come on out back, Caleb." Joey shut and locked the front door, leading the way to the hot tub. Caleb tossed his shirt to the floor watching the toweled boy walk before him. He began undoing his belt as he walked. He then towed off each shoe in succession before pulling out his belt. He dropped each piece as he went, leaving a trail of clothes to the glass door leading out to the back porch. The same cargo shorts as yesterday were dropped just outside the sliding door. By the time Joey took a deep breath at the edge of the hot tub and drew off his towel tossing it aside and turned around to face the older boy, Caleb already had his thumbs in his BVD's and had them pushed down far enough to reveal a line of dark pubic hair. "oh god," Joey whispered again, very faintly. "Have to take these off," he said, all the while taking in the luxurious beauty of the cusp-of-puberty beauty on the boy before him. "I cant afford to get another pair wet; I think my dad noticed the ones from yesterday drying in the bathroom." Joey just nodded, entranced, as he watched the amazing white cotton fabric slip down further and shortly reveal a rebounding erection that jolted his senses. The underwear was then pushed all the way down and off. Caleb stood back up to reveal his full glory to the younger kid. "Oh, wow !" was all Joey said watching the slow last bobs of the now free over 5 inches of rock hard flesh that danced before him, shooting out of the dark pubic nest with a drawn-up full scrotum adding to its luxurious weight. He simply wanted to reach out and feel a hold of it. He was pretty sure that Caleb would let him. There was no denying, even to a simple mind, that both boys meant for some fun to be had this morning. "You like it?" Caleb asked hopefully. "Hell yeah, of course I do. It's awesome Caleb. I can't wait 'til mine gets big." "It looks big enough to me, I mean, you're only 11." Caleb stepped closer to get a better look at the smaller, but just as hard, dick and the slightly wrinkled balls. "You're only a little older than Rich and you're easily bigger. And his balls don't look as grown out as yours. And is that a hair?" Joey looked down. "Oh, yeah, I got a couple, but that's all. I thought maybe you saw them last time." "Well, last time I was a lot more interested in your butt." Joey wasn't sure how to respond to this and awkwardly shifted his feet and looked off to another part of the patio. Caleb's voice was again heard to move things along. "Are we going to get in the hot tub again?" "Umm, yeah, of course." Joey gave a nervous smile, wondering how strong his convictions were that he was through with the bending over and offering himself whenever asked. He still wasn't sure how any of that had happened at all, much less to the extreme to which it had occurred. He was pretty sure his conviction was still strong, besides he wanted to try it for himself for a change - have someone bend over for him. But fat chance of that happening today. No telling what he would get even for asking. For now he was going to just enjoy what promised to be a fun morning of exploration, show-and-tell, so to speak, feeling each other up, and hopefully cumming. Joey was looking forward to seeing the cum shoot out of Caleb's dick. He remembered feeling Connor's hot load squirting against his deep rectal walls after the last pistoning had made one final shove far up inside. He wished he could have seen it then, both because he was very curious at just the look of it, and because he was somewhat regretting letting Connor plow him. His ass definitely regretted it all day yesterday. He stepped down into the hot tub now thinking about what he would see when Caleb let loose later - how much there would be, how far it would shoot, or for that matter how it would shoot. Also, how white would it be? As he was stepping more fully into the tub, he didn't notice Caleb had gone back to retrieve his shorts, check the pockets for something, and then bring them back over to drop them nearer the hot tub. When he turned around he saw Caleb picking up his underwear and setting them off somewhere else where they wouldn't get wet. As if sensing this and watching him from behind, Joey asked, "You REALLY don't want them to get wet this time, do you?" "No," with his back still too the younger boy, checking to see if the deck table really was dry. "My dad will start wondering what's up." "I like your butt, too, Caleb." Caleb spun around when he heard this. He wasn't sure if he should find it worrisome or exciting that a little kid was saying this to him. He liked hearing it, though. He thought so. Maybe. A thought came to him while he was considering this, "Hey, Joey, you aren't going to say anything about any of this to Rich?" "No." "Or Emily?" "No. I won't say anything to anybody. You said you wouldn't either." "Oh, totally. I won't at all. . . . .Uh, one other thing." "OK." It was all words to Joey at this moment. Caleb's erection had started faltering, but Joey was just as interesting in seeing the heavy hanging hose that sprouted out almost semi-rigid from Caleb's small but very respectable base of curls. He didn't pick-up on what Caleb just said; all he heard was: "Hello? Joey?" "Huh?" Joey roused himself from his Anatomy Appreciation 101 course going on his head. "Sorry, I kinda zoned out." Caleb smiled and walked toward the hot tub. "You didn't hear what I asked?" "Um, about me not saying anything to anybody?" "After that," Caleb said as he sat down on the side of the tub with just his legs soaking inside and his lap directly in front of Joey who had had his whole torso submerged at the side just staring at Caleb's naked body. Now he was really getting an eyeful. Another few inches and it would have been a literal eyeful as the bigger dick before him held steady in its half erect engorged state. "Um, no. What did you ask?" He looked up into Caleb's smiling face. "I said, will you mind if I still made out with Emily after this? Like you wont freak out, or get mad, or anything?" Joey screwed his face up and said, "I'd never be like that. I mean, it'd be weird. Real weird, kinda. But I would do anything stupid or little kid-ish." "Yeah. I guess it might be weird. But . . . . " Caleb just shrugged his shoulders to finish his sentence. Joey had gone back to staring at Caleb's heavy member, the balls of cum production hanging tightly underneath, and the black curly hairs of his small forbidden forest. Joey was captivated with interest. Caleb had a growing interest, not nearly as simple as Joey's curiosity. He was watching the boy look at his dick and nuts, watching that slightly parted mouth, moist from the humid air of the hot tub just swaying ever so slightly before his hooded viper. He whispered to the younger boy now, "Joey, put it in." "Huh?" Joey looked up. "Put your mouth on it, please? Just a little." "Uh, I don't know, Caleb." "Please? Just a little. Just suck on the end and get it real hard that way. I promise I'm not about to shoot, yet." Joey looked back down at the large head of the dick wavering before him. He thought about it and realized his interest was a lot higher than his resistance. He looked back up to Caleb and asked him, "Can I see your butt afterward? Upclose?" "Totally!" Caleb responded without even hesitation. "Even if you don't put your mouth on it you could look at anything you wanted." Joey smiled; Caleb really was cool. He put hands up on Caleb's thighs and leaned in the last few inches until he felt the hot tip of Caleb's dick just brush against his upper lip along the vermilion border. The dick quickly responded with a jump upward that batted the tip of his nose and then settled back down as the weight remembered gravity. It was on the falling back down that Joey moved forward again and caught the head of the older boy's dick right in his mouth. He relished the feel of the resistant sponginess of the head and thought of another boy, especially an older boy he looked up to, having his most private flesh right there in his mouth. He swirled his tongue over, salivated around the smooth roundness of it, pushed his tongue to test the springiness of it, and followed it as the dick began to rise and the head with it. Joey was now swirling the underside of the head just where the glans and shaft met and was driving Caleb insane with pleasure. Caleb had his hands almost melded with the head of the younger boy, holding him close in with a spirit of joy and ecstasy. It was a lot of will power that allowed him to pull Joey back after the younger boy had easily fulfilled the request. He couldn't have gotten poor suffering Caleb much harder. 'Shit,' Caleb thought to himself, 'what would it feel like to cum in that mouth? That most feel so fucking awesome.' But all he said out loud was, "Oh shit, oh shit. Oh man," he moaned, tensed up with intense input, until Joey pulled off. "That was totally incredible Joey!! Man that felt great." "Yeah it did." Joey's response really threw Caleb for a loop. "It was pretty cool." "You can do it some more, if you want." "Um, maybe later. Hey, uh, Caleb, can I see your butt? The way you was looking at mine yesterday?" Joey was geared up for the let down. Perhaps just a sermon of sorts putting him in his place - letting him know that the reason he was always bending over was that there were those on the bottom and those on the top, and he should know his place, however much he should feel it differently. "Yeah, sure!" "What?" asked Joey. He was sure he didn't hear that correctly. "I said yeah. Of course you can. I told you that already. Why not?" "Well," Joey was still a little stunned. Was it all he ever had to do? Just ask? "Why exactly are you going to let me?" "I looked at you." Caleb paused here and then asked a little more timidly. "It's only fair, and besides, I'm just as curious about stuff. You don't think I'm weird or anything do you? Like a pervert or something? Especially since I'm older?" Joey laughed. "You? I was wondering that about me!!" Both boys laughed a little before Caleb slipped into the tub and headed for the side with the sitting ledge. Joey followed along behind him and watched in amazement as the lean, muscular adolescent 14 year old back came up out of the water to the waist line. Water streamed down the tan back to the water line that crested just where the tan line hit. A promising line of white to continue down, a promise of buttocks flaring ever so slightly out to the sides and the beginnings of a valley between those hills leading further down into the water. Even this began to rise up as the older boy stepped onto the lower ledge, exposing most of the glorious plump rump to the much younger eyes watching from behind. Caleb lifted his right leg up to put it on the highest inside ledge of the hot tub. From behind this caused a tip in his bum and a widening of the crack in the hills to reveal the hidden valley and treasure spot in between. Joey ducked his head a little to see and his submerged dick jumped at the hint of the prospects within. He could see the brown love muscle, tight, virgin, unpenetrated. Caleb looked over his shoulder and just said, "Ready?" Joey nodded and watched as the teen got on his knees on the ledge and leaned over onto the decking at the edge of the hot tub. He spread his legs to open up his ass and make himself more vulnerable. Something about the vulnerability of his ass, particularly his hole, with another boy watching made him feel even more horny. The fact that the other boy was younger, erect, and at least starting to produce cum heightened the whole effect. Caleb just pressed his forehead to the deck plating and remained submissive for his voyeur. But the looking increased to touching and holding in no time. Caleb gave a start when he felt a warm hand spread out and grasp his left buttcheek and another hand smoothly caress his drawn-up scrotal sack. "Is it OK?" Joey asked, just to be sure. "Yeah, you're cool Joey. Do whatever you want." "Whatever?" "Yeah," Caleb responded a bit breathlessly. "Completely whatever." And Joey did. He caressed then held and tugged slightly on the ball pouch, the wondrous feeling of smooth, yet crinkly, skin that was alive, almost moving in your hand and containing two orbs - the center of what makes any boy a boy. And here he was holding another boy's. Sort of at his mercy in a way. He moved his hands to grasp both cheeks and squeezed the warm pliant flesh experimentally. They felt like muscular love handles. He parted them while still gripping them and peered between, seeing the floor of the crack and the tight brown center. It looked very clean and clinched down. He wondered if it got bigger after guys fucked you. And then he figured probably not, since they certainly pooped more logs bigger than the dicks he's had up his own butt, and Caleb's still looked pretty tight, though you could see the muscles of that entry becoming a bit restless. "Have you ever had anything put up your butt, Caleb?" "No. I . . . uh, well, . . . . I started to once. A candle like you did, but it barely went anywhere; I don't think it even really went in before I got scared and stopped. I always kind of wondered, but I didn't try it again. And you said that the candle hurt." "Well, it wasn't a candle. It was Connor's dick, and it was too big." "What??" Caleb started to turn around. "I'll beat the shit outta him . . . " "Whoa! Hold up!! I'm still looking. I get as much time as you had yesterday." And Joey pushed Caleb back to his previous position. "Besides, I said he could and even went to him to let him do it. I was wondering if it would feel as good." "As good as what?" "Um, as good as Ian, or, uh, Duncan." "Both of them done you, too?" "Yeah, but not all at once," Joey pulled one hand off a buttcheek and began tracing around the back of the scrotum and up to the anal muscle. He lightly ran his finger around the outside margins. "I don't know why I ever let Ian, but I was curious about Duncan. He felt good. Connor saw us and then I was curious about him, so I went back the next day which was yesterday. And that didn't feel so good. So then I was thinking there was something wrong with me and I didn't want to do that anymore." Caleb could only half listen at best. Joey's finger was driving him wild. The novelty of it, the forbidden nature of it, the awakening of nerve endings that had only been shamefully teased before were all vying for his attention. Joey went on: "And anyway, even if it was Connor that forced me, I don't know if you could really beat Connor up. And maybe after he had you down," at this point Joey had re-wet his finger in the warm water of the hot tub and put it right at the center of Caleb's asshole, teasing it open and pulling the edges of the muscle taut, "he might just hold you down and shove that big fat cock of his . . right . . . . . up . . . . . here." He punctuated his last few words with little jabs into the rectal tunnel, so tight on his finger. Joey didn't notice Caleb's breathing patterns change. He did realize just why it felt so incredibly awesome to Ian, Duncan, and Connor to fuck him. The warm squeeze that he had felt completely around the tip of his finger - just imagine what that would feel like around a dick. He wished he could have had a chance to see what it was like, though he didn't realize he said that last part out loud until he heard Caleb's response. "They didn't let you do them, too?" "Huh?" "You said you wished you could have seen what it felt like, too. They didn't let you?" 'Did I say that out loud?' he thought to himself, and then consciously out loud stated, "No they didn't, but I never did ask. They would have said no, or worse." "What worse? They already fucked you. You should have asked. You should still go and ask." "Hmmph. Right. Would you let me?" "Yeah, of course. If I got to do you." "Oh. Well, I don't really want to get done anymore." Joey stated a tad despondently, knowing that none of the Cormack boys would bend over for him. "You still can." "What?" "I don't have to do you. It's OK. Maybe you can just jerk me off, or maybe let me rub against your butt, if that doesn't sound too queer or nothing. Either way, you can still fuck me, if you want." "Are you serious?" Joey asked, astounded. "Your dick's real hard, right?" "Hell yeah." "You like my butthole? Think you want to try it?" "Yes! But . . . " "Well I'm bent over here like I'm just asking to get porked or something. I got some greasy stuff in my shorts. I think you should do it." Caleb was more than half-excited himself just thinking about it as he said all of this. He had seen that hard-on on the younger boy, and his long held desire to try putting something up his ass was taking over. The little hard dick would be the perfect thing to try it with, and he was getting ever the more horny just by the thought of being at the mercy of someone else (though someone he trusted and had some not-fully-expressed desire for). It was all Joey needed to hear. Making various sounds and expressions of joy and exhilaration, he headed over to the discarded cargo shorts and fished out a small tin of Vaseline. It said medicated on it, though he didn't know what that meant. It looked near enough the same, though smaller in size, as the one Ian kept out back in the woods and used to fuck him and two of the other boys he knew about, or figured he knew. For the first time ever, Joey was prepping HIS dick with the stuff. He got another gob on his finger and walked back over to the naked 14 year old ass on display for his enjoyment. Both boys were actually quite happy, and enjoying their private time in the morning. Joey was painting the older boys asshole with Vaseline and starting to dip in, deeper with each push. The other boy, Caleb, was finally getting to experience a feeling he never had the guts to try on his own, at least not after the guilty close calls. He now lifted his chest up off the decking and grasping the sides of the hot tub for some leverage and began to push back into the finger. The finger was exciting nerve endings he never knew he had. This was electrifying, especially since no one would ever know. For some reason he felt he was doing this with complete privacy. All that was going through Joey's mind, though, was the incredible tightness he could feel on his finger. He could feel a responsiveness, as well, so there wasn't a dead tightness, but a living and vibrant one. After all this time he had to know how it felt. He couldn't believe he was about to fuck a hole - and an older boy at that!! "Caleb, get down into the water, and sorta hunch up to my height. I want to put my dick in." Caleb did as he was told and wordlessly slipped down into the water to anther part of the hot tub and spread his legs, hunkering down to make his butthole at dick level for the younger kid. It worked. Caleb tensed slightly as he felt the boy's dickhead touch his exposed hole under the warm water, but he relaxed, strangely enough, as soon as he felt the slightly smaller hand slide around and grip him at the waist. The relaxation allowed his hole to open up, and he felt the strangest and only experience of first time penetration - the first time anything ever touched the outside of his hole and started the long journey inward. It was the complete reverse of what it felt from the other direction. Caleb had thought it would be much the same as when he took a dump, but he knew he was wrong as he felt the slow continuance of dick pressing in, the flared head now past his anal guard, which, if he could see it now, he knew it would be stretched and held open by this other boy's advancing rod. It was a totally unique and expected feeling. One he liked. Very soon, more because Joey had a limit on how much dick he could supply the older boy's ass than anything to do with speed, Caleb felt the hips make contact with his wiggling orbs of bottom joy, and then with a final sharp shove came the bottoming out. It was very shortly after this point, that Caleb realized the first feeling was only part of the uniqueness in sensation. A totally different felling began now as the boy's dick began pulling out. Caleb didn't like this one as much. It was the same direction as when he popped, but yet still subtly different, enough so he regarded it much less of a feeling than even taking a dump. It started to feel much better when Joey stopped and began pushing back in again. Interestingly, this preference was completely reversed for Joey when Connor was doing the fucking. At that time, the thought and sensation of evacuation was almost a relief. Joey kept up the slow in and out thrusts a few more times before intuitively hooking on a rhythm and starting to go to town. It was at this point, when Joey got a rhythm and began slapping the older boy's cheeks with his own body in some serious fucking, that Caleb realized that there was more than two feelings even. The two independent feelings of sliding in and withdrawing out created a third that was born out of the quick succession of the other two. That is to say, actual fucking produced its own unique sensation in Caleb's ass - and up through the rest of his body, as well. Caleb just wordlessly took the pounding, standing there grasping the edge of the hot tub and taking it all in - the physical, the emotional, the reprecussional - all the aspects of getting his first fucking. It wasn't so bad really on any front. He had wanted to see what this felt like, he was pretty sure he would get his rocks off too at some point, he trusted the kid not to say anything, and really the dick wasn't that big. All in all, it was a day and an event he was happy with, without so much post-fucking baggage as might be expected. While he was considering all of this, feeling the small dick running over his anal ring and plunging the shallows of his ass, Caleb didn't notice his own change in breathing, but he started to notice Joey's. The younger boy was huffing in between gasps of delight and amazement, amazement at both the feel of a tight hole grasping his running dick and the amazement that anybody, and an older boy at that, was letting him do this. It wasn't long before the sensation and awareness of the opportunity combined to completely overwhelm his system. His breaths became much shorter and he grabbed a harder hold of the 14-year-old ass in his hands and lunged himself forward in an impending orgasm, desperate to plunge one last time and erupt inside of Caleb's behind. He most certainly did erupt with his watery cum, and a fair sized load of it, even for him (it's all relative to those beginning spurts of puberty). Unfortunately the strength of the orgasm was more than the strength in his hands. He immediately lost strength and energy as the semen began its rapid trek up his steel hard happy member, and it began to slip out. When the young boy juice finally shot out the end of his dick, his flared but rapidly diminishing head was just barely planted in the anal ring of Caleb's back end. All of the first two shots, which were all that he really had to give, did manage to make into that deflowered anus before he popped out. Caleb's initial reaction was to clamp down as the small dickhead was withdrawn, so that none of the cum came out. It was a weird feeling to him, to have a small amount of liquid just barely held in back there. His second reaction, was to spin around and catch Joey. Joey had momentarily just shot his whole lifeforce out of his dick. The explosion of his gift, all that his growing hairless balls could come up with, had overwhelmed him. Caleb just held the boy in his arms as Joey breathed and then panted himself slowly back to reality. Wow, and what a reality was all he could think. He just let himself be held by Caleb. He noted that while the older boy's flesh was not as hot as Ian's, he still felt warmer in his arms. Maybe it was the hot tub, but he didn't think so. He wasn't sure what it was, though the word that simply came to mind was - comfort. As he continued allowing himself to be held, something else rapidly came to mind. He could feel the head of Caleb's dick as it began tracking sideways up his stomach. The dick was a missile, making a slow dragging impact across his abdomen, reminding him of the sexual power and prowess of the boy he was with. "Hey, Caleb," Joey began, somewhat warily, "Thanks a whole bunch for letting me. You didn't mind?" "No Joey. It's a little strange, I guess, but I kinda think it was one of the coolest things I've done. I mean I'm still horny as all get out." "Yeah," Joey laughed, "I can tell. Big Time." "Heh, heh. Sorry. It likes you, though." "Yeah, well, just so long as it likes me outside. I still don't want to be fucked anymore like Connor did. I still think I'm done with that, if that's OK." "Yeah, it's cool. I wouldn't want to hurt you any at all. Um . . . can I maybe rub against your butt?" "Just on the outside?" Joey could feel the whole of the hard 5+ incher pressed against his stomach. This was a powerhouse just waiting to get going. "Yes, totally! I promise only outside. Just between your cheeks. I'm about ready to bust a total nut any second now, anyway; so it wont take very long." "OK, go ahead." Caleb turned the younger boy around and pushed him gently against the wall of the hot tub. Both boys' lower bodies were under the water at this point as Caleb leaned forward and rested the lengthwise hardness of his randy teenagehood straight along the luscious crack of the younger boy before him. It was an odd sensation to Joey, but strangely not entirely uncomfortable, especially as he trusted Caleb and there was no fear as to being impaled. The lubrication of the water and the willingness and relaxation of Joey allowed the entire hard flesh to sink down into the gluteal cleft as Caleb pressed forward with his weight. Caleb exclaimed a loud, vocal sigh as he did so: "Ohhhh Fuuuck, Joey your ass feels so damn good!!! It's like sinking in warm butter." Joey smiled to himself as he heard the compliment. He was glad he could do something this nice for someone as nice to him as Caleb began. He only gave a moments guilty wondering to what he was presenting to the boy, but that feeling disappeared as he felt the slow movement of dick lengthwise between his cheeks. It definitely felt odd, but it was a little fun, and for the most part satisfactory as he knew how happy Caleb was. He could get Caleb off and not get fucked - a pretty good deal. The friction, even in this slippery warm water, along the absolute whole of his dick as it slowly meandered up and down through the silky tight valley of flesh was way too much for Caleb, who, as he promised, quickly found himself at the edge of the precipice. And he threw himself over. He reached around the younger boy's chest and pulled him completely in so that full of the younger body was pressed against him as he thrust up one, two, three more times and erputed, blowing past the top crevasse of the ass and into the watery confined space between his stomach and Joey's young back. "Oh, fuck, Fuck, FUCK!!! Ahhh, uugghh, aahhnnhh . . . .ungh . . .oh . . .fuck . . .Joey . . . that . . .was . . .ungh . .so . . .uh . . .fucking . . . .awesome . . . . .Thank you . . . .so much." He could barely get his words out. He couldn't remember an orgasm that intense or incredible since he first started jacking off in the shower two years ago. It took awhile to recover, and he just held tight to Joey the whole time. Again, Joey just felt the relaxed nature of comfort, and of safety, and let himself be held. He didn't even think about the complications of what he may have done. He was content to rest in the warmth. Eventually the two boys did separate. There were, as there would be between any two boys unsure of their attractions and unsure of their actions, an awkwardness that followed for several moments. Caleb sat out on the edge of the hot tub, while Joey just sank down to the first seat, letting the jets blow foamy warm water across his nipples. He stared unashamed at the older boy's now softened crotch. He liked the look of it - the nest of dark hairs, the plump but flaccid penis, hanging down over the depleted balls beginning to relax in their sack. Caleb smiled at him and the awkwardness very slowly passed but not enough that each didn't feel some parting was in order. "Uh, well, I guess I better be going. I gotta keep an eye on Rich, still. He wont say anything to dad about me being gone, but I can't risk it for too long." "I know. Thanks for coming by." Both boys smiled at the word 'coming' - the unintended joke of it. In fact, Caleb almost replied with something similar, but checked himself instead and just said, "I'm glad I did. Hell, that was awesome. Everything Joey." Another awkward moment followed before Caleb got up and walked over to one of the folded towels on a table under the awning. Joey watched as Caleb dried himself off and then proceeded to get dressed. He was fascinated, he even admitted to himself, with the form of the older boy. The muscles, the way his clothes fit on him, the hair under his arms that he got one next-to-last glimpse of when Caleb pulled the shirt over his head and one final last glimpse as Caleb raised his arm to say goodbye. And then he watched the muscular, yet trim, older boy walk into his house and leave. Caleb rode his bike back to his house a very happy boy. He had a great time in the tub and managed to keep his underwear dry this time, so he could avoid any more questions from his dad about why he had wet underwear. Something, though, began to intrude on that happiness as he turned on to Spring Drive. He suddenly felt a wetness between his cheeks, flowing out of him onto the seat. He realized with some horror what it was. His ass finally let go of all the cum that Joey had deposited just behind his backdoor. Oh shit, and it felt like a lot, too. At least five or ten of you that havent sent anything: do you want more? I thought I was writing more for you Americans, but you're awful quiet. I would like to hear your fingers on the processor, not just your zip. I like to hear from everybody that has enjoyed the story. It's my only income from writing :) -Jonas