Written by Sarge AKA Aldric <pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com>
(C) 2019
This story is based on the story "Kids of Indian Spring" (KOIS) by Jonas Henley. It is still available at the Nifty Archive, in the `Young Friends' section, and creates an imaginary community in semi-rural America. What Jonas Henley created was a culturally rich world populated by realistic teen and preteen boys that lead stimulating and attention-grabbing lives. Unfortunately, the series was never completed. Charles Well took on the task to add to the story and tried to continue it under the original name, but Nifty would not allow him to do that, so his title is based on the name of the main character in his story, Sandy Jacobs (SJ).
KOIS can be found at: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/kids-of-indian-spring/
SJ can be found at: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/sandy-jacobs/
List of Characters added in this Chapter
Grandma (Sarah) Corbin: Cleveland's first wife. Seth Mackey is one of many great grandchildren. Grandma Corbin, as she prefers to be addressed, is 101 years old. She is a somewhat mysterious person, and she knew the prophesy that had guided Kelly in "Sandy Jacobs." She lives in the Deep Mackey area of Indian Spring.
Jeremy Cantrell: 12 years, 4 months. He had a long sexual relationship with Kelly's brother Ethan in which he got considerable pleasure from what started as groping and ended with allowing Ethan to have anal sex with him. It was all one-way, Ethan initiated the contact, but Jeremy never made any attempt to stop him.
Ashton woke up to the feel of Jack's hand on his dick. He was hard, as he frequently was in the morning these days, and the fingers and thumb sliding up and down the shaft felt good. The two boys had shared the same bed last night.
He opened his eyes and was horrified to see it wasn't Jack who had hold of his dick. It was Ian. The sheet had been pulled down past his feet and both of them were fully exposed.
"Shhh," the older boy whispered. "Don't wake Jack yet. Not till I'm done." Ian continued his fondling.
Ashton saw that Ian was naked too, and he was stroking his own dick with his other hand. Jack's description had been accurate. He could see the small black hairs around the base and could just get a glimpse of a wrinkly ball sack with two bigger orbs in it.
"Feels good," he whispered back.
"Let's see how this feels then," Ian said. He let go of Ashton's dick and got down on his knees. Before Ashton could say anything, he leaned over and took the whole three-and-a-half-inch rigid dick into his mouth. With the first touch of his tongue, he felt the boy squirm. As he slid up and down on the shaft, he rubbed his tongue across the sensitive glans.
Ashton couldn't speak. What had felt good was now beyond belief. This was something even the Gaston's hadn't taught him. He began lifting his hips on the downstroke of Ian's mouth to drive his dick against that tongue. It only took a few seconds before all his senses shut down for a moment as he rode out the intense climax.
"Now you wake Jack that way," Ian whispered as he moved to the back of the room. He was still slowly stroking his own dick.
Ashton wasn't sure about putting the thing that Jack peed out of into his mouth. However, the phenomenal experience he just had encouraged him to overcome his disgust and try it.
Jack's dick was soft, laying in the gap between his two balls. He used his left hand to lift it and quickly took it into his mouth before he chickened out. Jack stirred under him, but he did what Ian had done, or rather, he tried to. But he couldn't slide his lips down the shaft of the limp dick.
However, it quickly began to grow in his mouth, and in just seconds it was completely hard. Mimicking what Ian had done, he copied the movements, hearing Jack begin to moan softly, proving he was now awake. After a brief time, the boy suddenly drew in a deep breath as his legs stiffened. A moment later Ashton tasted something new on the back of his tongue.
He pulled back and made a face.
"It's just baby cum," Ian said. "But you can spit it out of you want."
Suddenly, Ian's face changed as he reached his orgasm, shooting several bursts of whitish cum onto his belly.
Ashton wanted to spit out the "baby cum" in his mouth, but it didn't seem like the right thing to do. It wasn't that bad. It tasted salty, and strange, but not awful. He swallowed, and it was gone.
"Now, if you're really brave, you can go and wake your brother that way too," Ian said.
"Which one, Kelly or Ethan?"
"Ethan. Kelly went home last night."
"Then forget it. Ethan would kick me out if I tried."
"Have you ever tried?" Jack asked. "Just go do it. We'll protect you if he gets pissed."
"How about the other way around?" Ashton asked. He liked his brother, but he knew from experience that morning wakeups were not the best time to be around him. "You do it and I'll protect you if he gets pissed. Because he will."
"Cluck, cluck, cluck," Ian said as he waved his elbows like chicken wings. "I'll do it since you're too chicken."
The two younger boys followed behind and stood at the door as Ian entered. But Ethan was already awake and in the process of getting dressed.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"He wants to blow you," Jack said from the door to the room. Ethan turned and saw him and his brother standing there.
"Hey, don't say stuff like that in front of Ashton," he said.
"Your little brother has already gotten and given his first blowjobs," Ian said. "But he was afraid of you. He said you'd be pissed."
"Not for giving him one, he probably wants one," Ashton said. "I said he'd be pissed if I woke him that way."
"Ashton! You didn't let these two perverts make you do stuff, did you?"
"No," Ashton said, but he had taken a half step back from the door just in case. Unlike Kelly, he didn't always trust how Ethan might react. "They didn't make me. I wanted to do it."
"You're too little to be doing stuff like that," Ethan said. "If dad knew ..."
"Dad's not going to know unless you tell him. And you were doing worse stuff when you were my age. I know things, you know I do."
Ethan was forced to consider that his brother's ability to know who was at the door might include knowing stuff he had done. "But not at your age. I just started six months ago."
"Yeah, when you were ten, like me."
Ethan was about to point out that his brother had just turned ten last month, but he realized it was a worthless argument. There was only one way out.
"I'll let you do it if you first ask Kelly. If he says it's okay, then you can do it with me. Until then, I'd like to finish getting dressed if that's okay with you guys."
The three boys left. Ian was disappointed, he'd never had the chance to do anything with Ethan. Ashton was relieved. It was okay to do it with Jack, and maybe even Ian, but he would feel odd doing it with his brother. And he didn't need to ask Kelly. He was sure he already knew what the answer would be.
Kurt woke with a start. He felt cold. He opened his eyes and realized it was light in the room because the door was open. Then he realized he was shivering because his sheet and blanket were at his knees. He was about to blame Casey until he saw that his boxers were also pulled down.
"Kathy," he said to himself. It had to have been her. And Casey's sister. They hadn't even tried to hide the fact that they had invaded the room while they slept.
He needed badly to pee. He peeked out the door and could hear the girls talking from the room next to Casey's. He ran to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
The girls heard the noise and hurried out. The cot was empty, but Casey was still asleep in his bed. Andrea locked the door to her brother's room as they left to go to the kitchen.
The morning piss was always the best one. His stream gave off a strong odor as it passed from his dick to the toilet, and it seemed to go on forever. When it was finally done, he gave his dick a few shakes and left, trying to decide if he should get dressed or go back to bed. The first thing he saw in the hallway was that the door to Casey's room was closed. He had left it open. He hurried over and found it was locked. He was about to start knocking when his sister spoke from the end of the passage.
"Let him sleep. Andrea wants to talk to you in the kitchen. She's making breakfast."
"I want to get dressed first," Kurt said and raised his arm again.
"I said come to the kitchen and let him sleep. Or the pictures we took of you last night will be taped to the wall in all the girl's bathrooms on the first day at school to let everyone know what we saw."
"What pictures?" Kurt asked. "This is bullshit."
"No, it's blackmail. You have such a cute boner. Do you really want to risk having a picture of that shared with our new schoolmates? If not, come to the kitchen. You don't have anything left to hide." It was a lie, something Andrea had thought up. Making her brother think they had such a picture would scare him into doing what Andrea wanted.
And it worked. Clearly embarrassed to be in someone else's house with nothing on but a pair of boxers, her brother followed her to the kitchen.
"Did you get the proof I need?" was the only greeting Andrea gave him.
"No. I don't know how to prove it. He won't even change clothes in front of me."
"Then show him yours. Play with it in front of him. He won't be able to resist you once he sees that piece of meat you have."
"That's gross, and I don't ..."
"Which bothers you more?" his sister asked. "Showing him your dick or letting all the girls in our new school see it?"
They heard the toilet flushing from upstairs and knew Casey was up.
"Go up there and change clothes while he's getting dressed," Andrea said. "And then come and tell me if he watched."
But Casey was already dressed and passed Kurt on the steps.
"You're still in boxers?" he asked. "Did you get a good look at me while I slept?"
"I, uh, it wasn't me. The girls came into your room last night. My covers were down too."
"Oh, okay, I thought it was you." Casey's tone suggested that he didn't believe the kid who had invaded his room.
They both continued on their way without saying another word.
"Did you and Kurt have fun last night, or are you saving yourself for Tucker?" Andrea asked as her brother entered the kitchen.
"Go to hell," he responded. Rather than eat anything she was making, he got himself a bowl of cereal.
"I'm already there. Until you finally agree that a private school as far from here as possible is the best place for you. Then you can have all the boyfriends you want without risking my reputation."
It was an argument he couldn't win, so he didn't respond. Instead, he decided that he needed to get out of the house as quickly as possible and find somewhere he could spend the day.
David Mackey woke up early that morning, determined to put his own fears aside and see what, if anything, had scared Ashton yesterday. Kelly Tucker had essentially saved his life, and protecting his little brother was about the only way he knew of to repay that debt.
The sky was cloudy, which had held the temperature up overnight, and the wind had died, so it wasn't bad outside. As he made his way along the stream, he remembered the night that Kelly and Malcolm had found him here six months ago. He'd been naked, scared, and without any idea of how he had gotten there. And Kelly had stood up to his brother even though Darrell was five years older.
Author's note: Darrell Mackey, David's older brother, had threatened Kelly last fall when the much younger Tucker kept him from getting to David. Details of this can be found in the story "Sandy Jacobs, Chapter 12E."
One thing he had going for him was a very good knowledge of woods and the things that lived in them. He knew how to track and hunt, and could identify spoor from nearly any animal that lived in Indian Spring.
Only what he was seeing now was very strange. He slowly backed up to the edge of the bridge to get a better look. Suddenly he bumped into something directly behind him.
"Aaaahhh!" he screamed as he jumped and turned.
"Aaahhh!" Screamed Kelly at the same moment. "David, you scared the crap out of me."
"Me? You snuck up on me," David said as he realized it was his friend, not a monster. "I was trying to see if there was any sign of what scared Ashton, but I don't see anything."
"Well, that's a relief," Kelly began. "I was worried that ..."
"No, it isn't good. There is nothing here. Not a single track, not a drop of spore, nothing. It isn't natural. Mice, racoons, skunks, birds; lots of animals should have left signs here. But there isn't anything. The ground is completely clean."
"Well, it was windy yesterday. Maybe the wind erased any tracks."
"Except the wind was out of the north. Under the bridge it wouldn't have been felt. And it wasn't windy enough to remove mouse or squirrel droppings. I can't explain it; the place is totally void of any signs of life."
"An animal scared everything off?" Kelly suggested. "Maybe an owl. That would keep the mice away, wouldn't it?"
"An owl would catch the mice and eat them, and then the bones would be here. I'm telling you, this is very strange, and nothing I can think of would explain it. Sorry, I was really hoping I'd find something to prove Ashton shouldn't be afraid of the place. Instead, what I've found scares me."
Kelly considered this. There was nothing strange or threatening in the area that he could sense; nothing hiding or plotting to harm him. To him, it felt the same as it had other times he'd been here. After all, in summer, this was a popular kid hangout spot.
"So what comes next? Ashton didn't want to come home with me, and my parents didn't get any middle-of-the-night calls, so I guess he's okay."
"Jack took his mind off stuff," David said. He saw the frown appear on his friend's face. "Look, your little brother has become sexually active. I've been monitoring. He's safe with Jack, but if Ian misbehaves it could cause some Mackey problems down the road. You probably need to talk to him about that stuff. I will not do anything sexual with him at all. At least not until he turns thirteen, and even then, only if he wants to."
Kelly knew full well what Mackey problems David was referring to. He'd already sent his brother to talk with their dad when he first heard Ashton was doing stuff with Mikey Gaston. He'd have to make sure his dad included things that could affect Mackey Selection Ceremony practices as part of future conversation with the kid.
"Thanks for letting me know," he said. "Do you have any other ideas?"
"Well, Ashton said he smelled the evil from further upstream and on the eastern side. I think I'll go and see what I can find there."
"Hopefully whatever it was just kept going past the Haver's house and into the woods and then out of Indian Spring completely. Good luck. I'm heading north on a different mission."
The two boys split up and Kelly got back up on the street and continued towards Seth's house while David followed the stream to the south.
Kelly had only traveled a short distance when he met Seth heading towards him. He explained where he wanted to go, and with almost no reluctance, Seth agreed to act as guide once again.
"Morning, Grandma Corbin," Kelly began when the woman answered the knock at her door. "I don't know if you remember me, but I'm ..."
"Do you think I'm senile?" she said, interrupting him. "Of course I remember you, Kelly Tucker. It is nice for you to come and pay me another visit. You too Seth. Both of you come in."
Although she was old, her blue eyes were sharp and focused, and made both of the boys feel a bit on edge.
"Did you boys just come to pay your respects, or are you here on some other purpose?"
"I, uh, ..."
"Both," Seth responded. "It is always nice to come and see you. And Kelly has something he wants to ask."
"If it is so nice, why do I only see you and most of your cousins a few times a year?" she asked. But she turned quickly to Kelly.
"If you've found your tongue by now, what do you want to ask? Did you complete your task as Angus was sure you would?"
"Yes ma'am, Kelly answered. When she frowned, he added, "I mean, Grandma Corbin. I broke the Mackey. And it turned out that Malcolm was the second scion, and he is doing his best to heal it."
"Good. I enjoy hearing things first hand instead of by way of rumor."
Kelly paused, but she didn't say anything further. Her eyes were focused on him, making him nervous. He knew from Seth that it was not an uncommon feeling for anyone in her cabin. He'd felt the same way the first time he'd been here.
"I, uh, also managed to send the creature that was causing problems away," he added. "I think."
"I thought it was you who was causing problems in Indian Spring. Butting in where you weren't wanted, and failing to get bottomed as so many Mackeys expected to happen. But go on, why do you only think you got rid of it? I thought that creatures like that are either gone or not gone. Which is it?"
"Well, I met this Indian woman. A girl really, not much older than me. Actually, she was probably a hundred years older than me, but she looked like a teen."
"Stop babbling," Grandma Corbin said. Not in a sharp tone, more like one a teacher would use in school.
"Yes Ma, uh, Grandma Corbin." Kelly cleared his throat before continuing. "It had a lot of different names. Her tribe had one, the Lanhams another, and the Cormacks a third. Anyway, she took my gold and sent it back to a cave. Then when I protected a kid named David Mackey ..."
"I know all about the role you and Malcolm played in protecting that ragamuffin," she said. "Get on with why you think you failed to send the creature away."
"Well, things got better in Indian Spring. People stopped fighting, and the weird things stopped happening, so I thought it was gone. But then last night, Ashton, he's my youngest brother, said some strange stuff. Like that he could smell the creature, and that it was the same smell that was on me when I was affected by it. So, I guess I'm wondering if you know what it might be and how I get rid of it?"
"I do not have the gift to understand such things. Malcolm's grandmother would have been the person to ask that question. I cannot help you. However, I would like to meet your brother. Please bring him to see me."
"I, uh, ..."
"Stop saying "Uh." You have a good tongue, use it!" The sharpness of her voice made Kelly lean back in his chair, to get as far from those piercing eyes of hers as he could.
"I'm not sure my dad would approve of that," he said. "And I won't bring him here without my parents knowing. He's only nine."
"If my memory serves me correctly, he turned ten just over a month ago," she said. "Thirty-eight days ago, to be more precise."
Kelly wondered how she knew.
"If you speak to your parents as you speak to me, with fear and hesitation, of course they won't trust your judgement. If you calmly tell them I requested to meet him, I am sure they won't mind. Both of your parents know who I am."
That also surprised him. Her name, or anything about her, had never come up in any conversation they'd ever had, to the best of his recollection.
"Okay, I'll ask."
"Do that. Bring him by first thing tomorrow morning. You'll be busy the next few days, and then school will start again."
She turned to look at Seth.
"Seth, tell your aunt Esther that Hunter still owes me a visit. Tell her he needs to come whether he is frightened of me or not. He and I need to have a very long conversation."
Her gaze took them both in. "Is there anything else?"
"No Grandma Corbin," they both said. They got up and left.
"How the hell did she know Ashton was ten when even I forgot?" Kelly asked once they were far from the cabin.
"You're a Mackey now," Seth said. "She knows everything about every Mackey. Ashton may or may not be one, but get used to it, everything you do will get back to her eventually. I'm guessing Hunter did something wrong, and that's why she wants to see him. And before you ask, I haven't heard anything about it."
"I really don't think my parents will let me bring him no matter how I speak," he said. "And why does she want to see him? I'm not even sure he'll want to go."
But by the time evening came he would find out otherwise.
While Kelly was at Grandma Corbin's cabin, David had followed the stream all the way to the last two houses on the eastern side. He'd crossed it twice, once by using the rope swing, and the other by removing his shoes, socks, and pants and wading through the cold water. There weren't any footprints he could see along either bank, nor did anything seem unnatural or strange. He decided to backtrack a way to the top of the bank, cutting a zigzag path until he reached the gravel road about half way between Jamie Benson and Bo Havers houses. Then he moved further to the east. It was wooded here, and he'd travelled about a quarter mile into the forest before he realized he didn't hear any sounds except the wind. No birds, no squirrels, nothing. He was following a deer trail, and until now there had been fresh tracks that he could pick out occasionally. But after traveling for another fifteen minutes, he still hadn't seen the signs he'd seen earlier. He knew the deer used this trail to get to water. They most likely used it every evening and morning. So where were the marks from their passage?
He backtracked to where he'd spotted the last track, and then turned east again, paying more attention than before. He quickly spotted where the grass had been bent off to the side, and started moving in that direction.
It took over an hour, and several times he'd had to turn back to pick up the trail, but now he could see. The deer had been circling around something. And the hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he moved towards the center of the half-circle he'd identified.
He thought about how far he was from any people and how alone he was, and decided this search had gone far enough for this day. Making an even wider circle, he moved almost straight south until he could make out the Haver's house. From that point, he turned to the west and headed back home. He was too ashamed to tell anyone that he'd gotten spooked by something in the woods.
He also didn't reach out to Ian and Jack through their shared connection. He decided he'd wait until they were together and tell them in person.
***
Casey had tried the Finney brothers, but neither of them were home. He knew they basically tolerated him and weren't exactly friends, but they could be fun under the right circumstances. Next, he headed past their house to visit Cal Brewer, but he saw two Mackey boys heading up the driveway. He knew about Mackey traditions, even though non-Mackeys weren't supposed to, and correctly guessed that the two boys were visiting Cal for sex.
Malcolm McEwen wasn't home and he skipped Wesley Schumate's house as the boy was nice, but not someone he wanted to spend time with this morning. Casey went south down Lower Spring Drive and decided he had a question that perhaps Jeremy Cantrell could, and would, answer.
Jeremy's mom welcomed him, and called up to tell him that Casey was here to see him.
"Come on up," Jeremy yelled from inside his room.
The room was a mess, something Casey's mother would never allow. Jeremy was wearing just a pair of well-worn and too small pajama bottoms, and was working on building a model car. The room smelled of glue.
"Give me one minute," the pre-teen said. He spread a thin line of glue on a part and held it in place until the glue set. Then he capped the glue and turned around. "What brings you here so early in the morning?"
"Early? It's after ten," Casey said. He saw a look of doubt on Jeremy's face and the kid looked at the alarm clock on the desk.
"Wow, I've been at it for almost two hours. I guess I missed breakfast. It's nice to have company though."
From the way he was sitting on the chair, Casey could see that he didn't have any underwear on under the thin pajamas. The outline of his dick was clearly visible, and below it he could see, through a small hole, a section of wrinkled ball sack. For some reason, he had to force his eyes to look up at the younger boy's face.
"I kind of wanted to ask you something," Casey began. "I don't know if it was supposed to be a secret or not, but I know you did stuff with Kelly and Ethan. And I'm sure you know that Kelly and I played around a few times too."
"Kelly told you about me and him? And Ethan?"
"I made him tell me about his, uh, partners. The part about Ethan I heard from someone else. I'm sorry if Kelly broke a promise not to tell, and I haven't told anyone and never will."
"So, what do you want to know?" Jeremy asked.
"Look, I don't know if you are, and I don't really care, but Kelly and me aren't gay. But there's this kid staying at my house and I'm wondering about him."
"You think I'm gay?" Jeremy asked, his voice rising. "I've gotten to third base with Cece Isenbern, and Julie Henway touched my dick through my pants at the movies when we were dating."
"I didn't say you were gay," Casey said. He saw Jeremy's hand go to his groin and noticed that the kid had a chubby that was looking like it was going to become a full-blown hardon. "I just was wondering if you know how to tell if someone else is gay."
"Kelly was right. You do just blurt out whatever is in your head. You don't think before you talk." It had been months ago that he overheard Tuck say that, but he wanted to show Harris that he knew secrets too.
"I guess I deserve that," he said to Jeremy. "Look, Kelly and I did a lot of stuff together and I really enjoyed it. In fact, I kind of miss it sometimes. But this isn't about that or about you. I just have some kid I don't know jack shit about staying in my room and I think he might be interested in me. I'm sorry if what I said made you think I was saying you were gay. I'm not. I just want to know if you know any way I can tell for sure."
"You told me you aren't gay, but you can't take your eyes off my groin. You want to see it?" Jeremy stood suddenly and pulled the pajama bottoms down, letting his dick slap against his belly as it came free. "There, that's what you've been trying to see. Now show me yours. I'll bet you're hard as a rock." He stood there and saw Casey blush. "Come on, prove to me that you aren't gay. Pull `em down and show me a softy. If you can."
"Okay, I'm hard too," Casey said without rising. "Maybe you should put some clothes on. I'm not gay."
"Take your clothes off," Jeremy demanded. "Let me see how `not gay' you are. I got hard remembering Ethan and Kelly. But you got hard staring at my junk. So, let's see yours." He let the pajama bottoms drop to his ankles and stepped out of them, leaving him totally naked.
"Fuck you," Casey said, but he stood and pulled his shirt over his head. He kicked his shoes off, and pushed his pants and boxers to his knees in one movement. "There, asshole, look at it. Yeah, I'm hard. And I got hard looking at you. But I'm not gay!"
"Yeah, I knew that," Jeremy said in a softer tone. "Neither am I. But I did want to see what you looked like. What Kelly liked. As for your question, I don't know how to tell if someone is gay unless they broadcast it like Ethan does. Or Kelly's best friend, Nathan Carlin. Under the right circumstances and at the right time, you can make any guy hard, but it doesn't mean he's gay. You can even do stuff with them." He sat back down, but left his pajama bottoms lay on his bedroom floor.
"You ever do stuff with anyone besides Kelly?" he asked.
"No! I told you, oh, what the fuck," Casey said. "No. No other boy ever really turned me on."
"It looks like I did," Jeremy said. "I wouldn't be opposed to fooling around a little. If you wanted."
"I think you need to crack your window and let the fumes from the glue out," Casey said. "Because you just asked me if I wanted to do something with you." Yet, it did sound interesting. Jeremy was about a half a year younger, but they were nearly identical in size.
"Do you? I'd give you a blowjob if I knew I'd get one in return. And I'm not saying this because of the glue. You kind of turned me on. If you're interested, finish taking off your clothes. If not, we'll both get dressed and forget about it."
Casey stood there for a second thinking about it. Then he felt his dick twitch. Without a word, he pulled his pants and underwear off his feet. "You sure you want to do this?" he asked, feeling just a bit strange. He knew he liked girls. But like with Kelly, he wanted to do it.
Jeremy's dick twitched in response. "Have a seat," he said, pushing his desk chair forward. When Casey sat down, he spread the older boy's legs apart and dove in.
Casey reached down and grasp the back leg of the chair the moment he felt Jeremy's lips at his dick. The boy used his hand to lightly grip the bag of growing balls while at the same time letting the glans slide into his mouth.
As Jeremy felt the other boy's pubes against his face, Casey began counter-thrusting with his hips. The more he sucked and licked the top with his tongue, the harder the forward thrusts became until the taunt body shuddered. A second later, he tasted the salty sweetness of cum on the back of his throat, and then he had to pull back to keep from choking on the many bursts that followed after the initial one.
Casey had to sit there for a few moments to catch his breath. Jacking off had never been as draining as this had been. Once he was recovered, he got up.
"I guess it's your turn," he said to Jeremy. "But to tell the truth, I'm not sure I can do as good a job on you as you did for me. I usually got more than I gave. But I'll do my best."
They exchanged places, and Jeremy's four plus inches were twitching up and down with the expectation of what was to come.
From Casey's point of view, he had no need to over think it. He had a close-up view of the brown, sparse nest of pubic hair before taking the head and part of the shaft into his mouth.
Jeremy responded with moans of pleasure as he lifted his hips off the chair to drive his dick deeper into that wonderful mouth. Casey was able to take it all. He gripped the chair even tighter as the slightly older boy pressed his lips down the shaft until his nose was buried in pubes. It ended too soon for him. He gave into the feeling by blowing burst after burst of cum into the boy's mouth.
Casey made an effort to swallow it all; after all, Jeremy had swallowed his, but to his surprise it was just too much too fast and some of it ran down his chin and dripped onto his knees.
"How long has it been since you've cum?" he asked as Jeremy sat on the chair panting.
"Over a week. Felt great," he said. Both boys felt drained and satisfied, and when they had recovered some, they got dressed. Jeremy put on clothes instead of his pajama bottoms.
"I don't know about the kid staying with you – how you would tell," Jeremy said. "If anyone had seen us just now, they'd swear we were both gay. I'm not, and I don't think you are. So, like I said, unless they actively show it repeatedly, I don't think you can tell. But maybe it doesn't matter. If you feel like doing stuff like that with him, try. And if you ever want to try what we just did again, you know where I live."
Andrea had drawn a little map to help her find the house. She knocked on the door, and it was answered by an adult woman. She hadn't expected that.
"Hi, I was looking for Kelly," she said. "Kelly Tucker. Do I have the right house?"
"Yes, you do," said Silvie Tucker. "He is out for the morning. I'm his mother. Is there something I can help you with?"
"Uh, no, I just wanted to meet him," Kathy explained. She was about to turn and make her escape, but Kelly's mother wasn't done.
"I haven't seen you in Indian Spring before. Are you someone Kelly knows from school?"
"Uh, yeah," she lied. "He told me where he lived."
"I see. That must have been a very long walk. Didn't he give you the phone number?"
"No, see, I'm visiting someone nearby. Andrea Harris. And, well, Kelly's the cutest boy around, and I was just hoping ..." She paused as she saw the look on Mrs. Tucker's face. If eyes could kill, she'd be dead now.
"I, uh, guess I'll be going. I'll see him in school." She turned and headed towards the walk.
"Who may I tell him came calling on him?" Silvie asked.
"Uh, Kathy Noble," she said as she hurried away.
Silvie watched her go. With the leaves off the trees, she could see all the way across the Crazy Indian and out to Lower Spring Drive. The girl didn't pause until she was over the bridge. Then she took out a cell phone. Clearly the girl wasn't from around here or she would know those things didn't work in Indian Spring. The girl looked at it and put it back in a pocket and continued on.
Silvie filed the name in her memory, intending to ask her oldest son about her during the normal dinner conversation when he'd be most off-guard. The cutest boy around indeed!
As the family sat down to dinner, his father said,
"Kelly, you were at Grandma Corbin's cabin last summer. Ashton says she wants to see him, and he cannot go there alone. Can you take him there? Do you remember the way?"
Kelly looked at Ashton, who shrugged his shoulders.
"She just wants to see me. That's all I know."
"I was there today with Seth," Kelly said. "She told us. I was going to ask you and mom after dinner. Seth will make sure we both get there without getting lost. She said you knew her. You too mom."
"We've met her, back when we were kids, and again just after we were married. An intelligent woman with blue eyes," his mother said.
All Kelly could do was nod.
"You'll have to take him tomorrow morning," his mom said. "Malcolm came over. The indoor pool is finally open at the waterpark, and it's ready for testing. You and Ethan can go, but Ashton is too young this time. Malcolm managed to get hotel rooms for you and some other people for free, so you'll be able to spend the night and most of the next day. There is a bus to take you there, but I'll probably have to drive you because it will leave before you get back."
A day and a half at the pool? That could turn out to be the best thing to happen since Christmas. Kelly was beaming with joy.
"Kelly, do you know a girl named Kathy Noble?"
He looked confused. "No, I don't think so. Why?"
"She came here today looking for you. She told me she knows you from school, and that you gave her directions to the house. And that you were, and I quote, "The cutest boy around.""
Ethan and Ashton laughed as Kelly blushed.
"Honest mom, I don't know the name. I've never given directions to any girl from school. It's too far to walk from Sweetwater at this time of year."
"Well, she said she's staying at the Harris's. Have you seen Casey lately?"
He was caught off-guard by the idea that a girl came looking for him and almost said that Casey had been here yesterday. He stopped himself just in time.
"No, I mean we're friends, but I don't see him much away from school at this time of year. It's too cold to do much outside." He remembered Casey saying he had to get out of the house for a while yesterday, but not why. Maybe a cute girl asking him how to get here made him jealous. Maybe he'd come for something else yesterday. And that reminded Kelly that the movie tape was still under Ashton's mattress. At least, he hoped it was.
Silvie knew her boys too well to miss the fact that he almost said something different than what he originally intended.
"It just seems odd that a girl staying at his house came here looking for you, and you tell me that you haven't seen Casey since school let out."
Kelly squirmed. He hated lying. He wasn't good at it, and he knew his mother had detected deception. Now she wouldn't stop asking questions until she had the truth. And then he could forget about going to the waterpark.
"Mommy, why can't I go to the water park too?" Ashton asked suddenly. "I'm ten years old now, but everybody still thinks I'm a little kid."
"You are," their mom said. "Besides, Kelly's friends are older and Ethan doesn't look after you as much as I would like."
Kelly suddenly realized that Ashton had just saved his bacon. Whether he did it knowing what he did or just because he wanted to go didn't matter. He owed his little brother.
"I'll spend some time with him," Kelly said. "It would be best If his friends can go too. He could even stay in their room."
"Who are you thinking of?" his father asked.
"Jack and Ian. And David Mackey too. And I'd make sure to always know where he is and what he was doing. That way, if Nate can come, he can share a room with me and Ethan."
"We'll see," his mom said, which the boys knew meant she wasn't going to make a decision until she talked it over with their father.
Distracted from her earlier conversation by Ashton's interruption, Kelly was able to quickly finish eating and take care of his plate before his mom remembered to ask him more about Casey.
Unlike the evening ritual at the Tuckers', at the Harris house dinner time was spent mostly in silence. No one asked about what others had done that day. Any discussion that did occur was restricted to requests to pass food items and comments about the quality of the meal.
Afterwards, Andrea and Kathy talked about what had happened to the attempted meeting between Kelly and Kathy.
"His mom was real suspicious, and I was caught off guard. I think she hated me when I said he was very cute."
"Mothers here are probably different than where you come from," Andrea said. "She was just being protective. No mother wants a girl coming over to take her son away from her." She was disappointed that Kathy hadn't even met Kelly yet. She was hoping the Noble kids could give her the proof she needed before school resumed. But so far, neither had been successful at even starting to gain the evidence she wanted. However, there was still another chance.
"Tomorrow, I managed to get us invited to an indoor water park that just opened. They've chartered a bus to take a bunch of kids from here and I know that Kelly will be there. Maybe you can even sit next to him on the bus. It will be easier than trying to meet up with him here. And our brothers will share a room. Once there, Casey won't have places he can run to and hide from Kurt."
In the room down the hall, Casey had only just barely recovered from the amazing blowjob he'd gotten from Jeremy. And because of it, he'd been shown how hard it was to make assumptions about a kid's gender preference. He decided to stop running away from the problem.
"Look, I haven't been the friendliest person," he said to Kurt. "I can't help but wonder about something. My sister thinks I'm gay, and I figured she invited you here because maybe you are."
"I'm not, but I was told you were," Kurt said. "I guess now I understand why you acted like you did."
"Did the girls really come in and pull our sheets and blankets down last night? I blamed you for it, because of what I thought."
"It wasn't me, and if it wasn't you it had to be them," Kurt said.
Something about Kurt's face made Casey think that there was more to the story than that. But he decided not to ask.
"Because I thought you wanted to see me naked, I hardly changed clothes. I need to take a shower, and I need clean boxers from the top drawer behind your cot."
Kurt got up and got out a pair and tossed them to Casey, who caught them and dropped them on his bed. Then he undressed down to the boxers he was wearing and crossed the room to the door.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," he said, and left.
After his shower, Casey returned with a towel wrapped around him. This time, he dropped it as he stood at the foot of his bed. He watched Kurt's face as he finished drying off and then picked up the clean pair of boxers from his bed and put them on. The other boy had looked, but that didn't mean anything. He didn't get hard, which probably did. In any case, he got into his bed.
Kurt also undressed all the way and put on clean boxers. Casey watched him, and saw his dick for the first time. It wasn't hard, which probably meant that the kid was telling the truth. He wasn't gay either.
That night, the two boys talked for the first time, and Casey learned that Kurt and his sister were here rather than sharing a motel in Sweetwater with their parents. Talk switched to what it was like at the kid's old home, and his friends.
It was Kurt who broke the ice. "Have you ever done anything with a guy?" he asked.
"Yeah," Casey said after a long moment of considering how he wanted to answer that question. "But that doesn't make me gay, if that's where this is going."
"It's not. I have too, and I was wondering if it was just due to the constant rain in Seattle, or if other boys did stuff too. I've sucked and been sucked. With three guys, but not at the same time."
"This is going to sound strange," Casey said. "I went to a kid down the road today to ask him about being gay because I was sure he was. He said he isn't, but he gave me the fucking best blowjob I could ever imagine. And then I guess I did the same for him."
Kurt cleared his throat before speaking.
"Is that an invite? I may not be the best at it, but I've been horny since I've been here."
"No, not tonight. Jeremy, that's the kid's name, he drained me completely. Keep it in mind though. As long as neither of us is gay, I might be willing later on."
"Okay," Kurt said. He turned his head as Casey got up to turn out the light. Just as the boy put his hand on the switch and turned around, he thought he could see the front of his boxers tented out. Then the room went dark.
Kurt rolled over onto his side to keep his own boner from pushing up the blanket. He wondered if this conversation was something he should share with Andrea. He wanted to jack off, but without some tissues, he couldn't. He fell asleep hoping he wouldn't have a wet dream during the night.