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/
Andrea noticed that after being gone for a while, Kelly Tucker had returned to the pool area. He had left with some other boy and headed for the elevators, but now was back and heading for the locker room. She could only imagine what he and the other boy had been doing for fifteen minutes in the hotel room.
She looked around some more and saw that Kurt Noble was off in one corner of the pool deck and it gave her a chance to talk with him alone.
"Your sister did her job and proved that the boy every girl longs for is actually gay," she said to him. "Now hurry up and prove the same about Casey."
"I've tried, and I'm beginning to think that maybe he isn't," Kurt responded. "I've given him several opportunities to, you know, like come on to me, and nothing happens."
"He IS gay, and I need you to prove it before we ride the bus home tomorrow. Unless you want all the kids at school to know every secret your sister knows about you."
As she walked away, Kurt thought again about the pictures his sister said she had and what it would feel like if other kids saw them. He'd seen those other two boys get caught naked in the sauna, and while they looked embarrassed, they were still hanging around in the pool. Oddly enough, he felt his own dick twitch at the memory of seeing the slightly bigger one full view as he was almost dragged completely out into the open.
Kurt decided it was time to resolve this and went looking for Casey, who he didn't see in the pool area. Wearing only a bathing suit, there weren't many places the kid could be. Thinking that maybe he had to pee and was in the locker room, he headed that way.
He saw that Casey was there, but not to pee. He was sitting on a bench next to the now infamous Kelly Tucker who was changing from street clothes back into a bathing suit. At that moment, Kurt had a very good look at the dick and balls of the kid Andrea was positive was gay. If so, he could see why the kid would have so much attention. His junk was average sized, but there was just something about him that made him look different than other boys. Something about his build that made him, `desirable.'
Kurt was going to wait until the kid pulled up his suit and wasn't naked, but Casey saw him.
"Like what you see?" he asked.
"No, I was just looking for you," Kurt replied.
"Staring at Kelly while he changes isn't looking for me. What do you want?"
"Uh, can we go somewhere and talk?" Kurt asked.
"You two can talk here," Kelly said as he pulled his suit up and tied the string. "I'm going to be out by the pool." He closed the locker that contained his street clothes and turned to leave.
Casey turned to face the now red-faced kid. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Uh, not here," said Kurt. "Could we go to the room, just for a few minutes?"
He saw Casey and Kelly exchange glances at each other.
"Tell me about it later," Kelly said. As he walked past Kurt, he added, "This may not go how you think it will." Then he left.
"What did he mean by that?" Kurt asked.
"If you want to go to the room, let's go," Casey said. "I have some things to say to you too."
As Cooper Mackey escorted the boys back to the Lower Spring area, he asked several times why they had gone to Grandma Corbin's cabin. He wasn't satisfied with the general useless answers they gave. He even volunteered why his cousin had been there.
"She scares the crap out of Sue Ann, so the last two times she said she'd been there she had lied. Uncle Jake knew that my pa was coming to see her himself, and he brought me along so she wouldn't run off while he was in the cabin."
When that didn't get him the answer he wanted, he tried a different tack.
"She likes you," he said to David. "A lot. Tell me the real reason you were there and I'll tell you what she wrote about you in her diary."
"You read your cousin's diary?" a horrified Ian asked. "If I did that I'd be dancing in the kitchen under my mom's wooden spatula."
"Only if you got caught," Cooper said with a smile.
"Maybe next time I see her, I'll ask her how your mom would punish you if she knew you read her diary," David suggested.
"I'll beat the shit out of you if you do," the older boy said menacingly.
"And I'll take the beating just to find out what happens." David's smile wiped away his blush. He'd had enough beatings from his brother and cousins to know he could take one from Cooper. "We're close enough to home to find our own way from here."
"Look, I'll give you a dollar not to tell." Cooper pulled out a dirty, partially torn dollar bill from a pocket.
"Tell us what would happen if she knew, and I won't tell her," David said. He was tempted, but didn't take the offered money.
Now it was Cooper's turn to blush. "The same as him," he said, pointing at Ian. "Only it would be with my dad's belt. And bare ass, with her watching and laughing. You can't believe how embarrassing it is to have a girl cousin watch you get it."
Satisfied with the small victory, David led his three friends the rest of the way to Lower Spring Drive as Cooper turned and went home.
But as they passed the Benson house and approached the bridge over the Crazy Indian, the realization that they had to do something dangerous set in.
One way or another, Kurt was going to find out if Casey was gay. And who knew, maybe he'd even get a blowjob out of it. Or maybe something better. The boys didn't speak as they rode the elevator up to the second floor.
Once inside room 228, Kurt hung the, `Do Not Disturb' sign on the outside of the door and closed it. He turned to see Casey removing his swim suit.
"I guess I was right," he said to his now-naked roommate. "You are gay. For that, we can do anything you want."
"You think I'm gay?" Casey asked with surprise. "You're the one who's gay. But if I can do anything I want, how about you get this hard and then I'll enjoy pushing it into your ass."
"I'm not gay, and I didn't mean you could attack me," Kurt said with mounting confusion. "I meant that if you wanted to suck me or let me fuck you, we could."
"What the hell makes you think I'm the gay one?" Casey responded. "You're the one who tried to get me interested in you by standing there naked pretending to be searching your bag for your swimsuit."
"You've had sex with boys," was Kurt's answer. "More than one, and lots of times."
"While that is true, it doesn't make me gay," Casey said. And then he paused, thinking. "How exactly did that bit of information get inside your head?"
"Andrea told me. She told me you're gay."
"Crap!" Casey said. "I should have known she was involved in this. Look, she thinks I'm gay and that I'll do something at school to give it away, so she wants my parents to send me away to a boarding school so that I don't taint her supposed status. I am not gay."
"But you had sex with that Tucker kid, and my sister proved that he is gay. And I saw you looking at him while he was changing down in the locker room."
"Your sister couldn't have proved that he was gay because he ain't, any more than I am. And we were just talking. Yeah, he was naked, who cares? I saw you checking him out though."
"I wasn't," Kurt said, his voice rising as he got more frustrated. "I mean, I did look. I was, uh, curious. But I'm not gay. But if I can't prove that you are, then my sister will show some pictures she took of me that first night at your house. She said I had a boner."
"Why would your sister take a picture of your dick?" Casey was getting more confused as this went on.
"To blackmail me into doing what your sister wanted me to do – get proof that you are gay." Kurt paused. "That was why I stood there naked this morning, to see if you'd come on to me. Grab me or something. Then I'd have the proof I needed."
Suddenly this was all making sense to Casey. Andrea was behind it all. But what happened between Kathy and Kelly? He had to go find his friend. He put his suit back on.
"Let's go find out what proof your sister supposedly has," he said.
"Do we go to Ian's house or start searching?" David asked when they reached the bridge. "The quickest way to Tucker Wood is to stay on this side of the stream and work our way south. To do that, we should go back to the Benson place and follow the street to Eli Corbin's house and then continue south from there."
"We don't even know what we're looking for," Ian said. "How come you won't share it with us?" he asked Jack. "All my attempts to see it are blocked by you."
"It isn't me," Jack complained. "She's doing it. I want to share it, but I can't."
"Try again," Ashton suggested. "It will work. It has to. You show it to David and he will know exactly where to go."
Jack again tried his best to push the image of what he saw in the Banshee's brain to David, but nothing that he saw or heard when he was under her power could be shared using the link between them.
"It isn't working," he said. He tried describing the place where the Banshee was buried verbally.
"Well, that covers most of Southern Ohio," David said sarcastically.
"Hey, we can't be like that," Ashton said to the older boy. "We can't fight each other. Grandma Corbin said we had to work together."
"Yeah, he's right," David said. "I'm sorry. But that description could be anywhere, and Tucker Wood is a big area. It will take weeks to search it all. Tall, mature trees and a pile of rocks just doesn't help."
"My dad just sold some of our Tucker Wood property to Elijah Mackey," Ashton said. "I saw some maps. Maybe that will help. How about we go to my house, find the map, and then go north from there along the stream?"
Having no better ideas, the other three boys agreed. They crossed the bridge and continued walking down Lower Spring Drive towards Indian Spring park.
They found Kelly in the pool with Nate and Jason. "Hey Nate," Casey said casually. "Would you mind if I borrowed Kelly for a few minutes?"
It was Jason who answered. "Take as much time as you need. I need to, uh, take a dump, and Nate wanted to check out other parts of the hotel."
"Yeah," Nate said. "That's what we'll be doing, so don't come looking for us."
Kelly completely understood the message. They wanted some time alone in the room.
"It's crowded and noisy here," Kelly said. "How about something to eat at the snack bar?"
"I don't have any money on me," said Kurt.
"It's okay, you charge it back to the room. A friend of mine who kind of works for the place will take care of it." The three of them went to the snack bar and got something to eat.
"Andrea hired Kurt to `prove' that I'm gay, and Kathy to do the same to you," Casey explained once they were seated at a table away from other kids. "And according to what she was told, you are. Did anything else happen in the sauna or elsewhere that you didn't tell me?"
"No," Kelly said. "She came this close," he held his fingers an inch apart, "To showing me her tits." He looked at Kurt and said, "Sorry to say that about your sister, but it happened. Then she grabbed my dick."
"Andrea did basically the same thing to me at Casey's house," Kurt said, blushing. "I got a boner and she said that proved I wasn't gay."
"I was hard too," Kelly said. "She had a good grip on it. She had to know. So she must have lied." He looked back at Kurt again and then asked Casey, "I take it you were wrong, he's not gay and trying to get you?"
"Yeah, he was trying his best to give me opportunities to look at or touch him in order to get his proof. I misinterpreted that." Casey paused. "There is one more thing. Kurt says his sister took pictures of him with a boner while we slept. She might have some of me too. She was using them to blackmail him into doing Andrea's bidding."
"That's not cool," Kelly said. "We need to find out what game she's playing."
"How?" Kurt asked. "I may not always like her, but she is my sister."
"Direct confrontation is Kelly's only way," said Casey. "He'll know if she's lying, and we'll decide what to do from that point. She hasn't been in the pool area since she and Kelly were in the sauna. Do you know what room she's in?"
"Down the hall from ours." Kurt rose, eager to confront his sister. "Room 215."
There was a note on the door when they got there. Ashton read it out loud. "Ashton, I had to go to Coolspring to pick up Ethan. Stay with the Cormacks, your brother is not feeling well and we may stop for something to eat. If you need anything, your father is at the office. Mom."
"Ethan broke up with Dennis," Ashton said. "He feels fine, but he's sad." Once again, it was accepted by the others as factual. Ashton was never wrong when he said stuff that he couldn't possibly know.
Crime was generally not a problem in Indian Spring, so none of them were surprised that the house wasn't locked. Ashton took them to his father's den where it only took a few minutes to find the survey map he had seen.
"Hey, is Mr. Mackey going to build a new house there?" Ian asked.
Ashton shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. For some reason he wanted the land and my dad sold it to him." He looked through the folder and found something he'd never seen before. It was a list of names, most of them Tucker, and they dated back to 1810. There were lines connecting the names, and the left side went down to Calvin Tucker, Ashton's grandfather, who had died when his dad was young.
Author's Note: See the tucker-family-tree.pdf available in the Sandy Jacobs folder at Nifty to see what Ashton and his friends are looking at.
Ian leaned over his shoulder. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "If this is your family tree, you're an O'Shaunessy."
Ashton had heard that name before. "What does that mean?" he asked.
"One of the most powerful families from Ireland," Jack contributed. "I heard they had really cool magic. I'll bet that's why you and Kelly have abilities."
But David had found more papers and was reading them. "Mr. Mackey is going to build a house on the property your father sold him. The legal agreement gives him the right to secure his boarders with fences to keep `unspecified others' from coming onto the land."
"So I guess we don't need to go there," Ian said. "I was always told to stay as far away from Elijah Mackey as possible."
"No, don't you get it?" David said with excitement. "What if the spot we're looking for is on that twelve acres? If he's building a house, he needs to clear some of the property. Maybe it was him who disturbed the stones. We need to go there."
David studied the map. The property was inland from where the Crazy Indian first flowed to the east and then turned back to the north. Depending on how wooded it was, it would take at least an hour to get there. He looked at the clock over the stove. It was 2 p.m. already.
"We should make sandwiches and eat as we walk," he said. "We missed lunch."
Ashton pointed out the bread box and he got out peanut butter and jelly. They quickly made two sandwiches each. Then they put the stuff away and cleaned the kitchen before heading out.
The day had been sunny and warm, but now there were dark clouds on the horizon. The four boys ate their first sandwich as they walked. None of them felt like telling jokes or making small talk, all of them were scared with what they were doing and where they were going.
When David estimated they were about half-way to the property line, he suggested they take a break and talk strategy and eat the other sandwich.
Before they could even unwrap their PB&Js, Ashton sniffed, and then sniffed again.
"Shit," he said. "She's here." He immediately peed his pants.
In spirit form, Soge could move at incredible speeds, and was on them before they could move. She went to Ashton first, stopping in front of the boy. He was trembling with fear, but she held him tight to keep him from running. Her fingernails were long and dirty, and she used one to scratch both of his cheeks.
Jack was trying his best to kick her out of his head. She was trying to learn the plan, trying to unlock the doors that would tell her where they were heading. But this effort left her vulnerable. While defending himself as best he could, he was also learning more about her.
David picked up a thick stick and swung it at the shadowy form as she clawed at Ashton. It seemed to pass right through, but caused her to release his friend. However, there were unanticipated consequences. She turned and hissed at him, and his whole body immediately felt pain. He had no choice but to back away.
Ian picked up a stone and threw it. But again, like the stick, the rock passed right through her body as if she had no physical form. Worse still, to Ian's surprise and shame, it hit Ashton's forehead, and opened a small gash. He saw her turn to David and saw bits of blood suddenly form on his face and arms. Then, as quick as a lightning bolt, she was on him. She reached an icy hand into his pants and grabbed his dick and balls. He shrieked with pain and fear.
There was a short pause between when they knocked on the door to room 215 and when Kathy answered. She was dressed now in the miniskirt she had worn on the bus.
"What do you want?" she asked. At first, she could only see her brother, but then Kelly stepped to the side where she could see him too.
"We want to talk to you," Kelly said in a voice that made it sound like a command.
"Well, I don't want to talk to you," she said and tried to close the door, but her brother was strong enough to hold it open.
"I want to see you destroy the pictures you took of me," he said. "And Casey wants to make sure that you don't have any of him."
"And my dad is a lawyer," Kelly added, which was a true enough statement. He didn't say what area of law his father practiced. "If you have pictures like what your brother said you have, and you won't let us watch you destroy them, I'll call him and he'll notify the police."
She looked Kelly right in the eye. "Bullshit," she said. "Kurt wouldn't let you do it. He has too many secrets to keep."
Kelly hadn't expected that response, but he knew she wasn't being evasive. "Do you have obscene pictures of your brother?" he tried next.
"No. I never did. I told him that to force him to do something."
Kelly knew this was true. But he wasn't done.
"I know what you and he were trying to do. What I don't understand is why you told Andrea that I'm gay."
"I never told her that," Kathy said. "I told her you left without touching me. She made up her own mind about what that meant."
Again, Kelly knew she was telling the truth. How he would explain to Casey and Kurt that he knew she was being honest, he had no idea. But it seemed like his purpose here was about done.
"I am sorry for trying to trick you," she said. "You are cute. Maybe if I didn't owe Andrea a favor, we might have become friends."
"Don't fall for that," said Kurt. "She's a bitch. She wanted to do this. And I'll bet she's lying about what she told Andrea."
"She's not," Kelly said. "I can't explain it, but I just feel that she's telling the truth."
"Look, if you think I'm lying, my camera is on the bed. Come on in and have a look for yourself." She stepped aside and saw Casey for the first time. She also saw that he was admiring her long legs with just the short skirt covering them.
Kurt looked at her camera. The counter was still on zero, meaning the film hadn't been advanced. "Doesn't prove anything," he said finally. "She could have put in a new film cartridge."
"Or she could have lied about having pictures in order to get you to go to the effort of trying to prove Casey is gay," Kelly said. "Besides, where would she ever get a picture like that developed? Face it, Kurt, she lied to you about having them."
Kelly was looking closely at Kathy.
"Looks like all you really needed to do was bring him in here when she was dressed like that," Casey said, smiling at his friend.
"What, it's a miniskirt," Kurt said after seeing where Kelly was looking and then glancing at his sister. "All the girls wear them."
"Not around here," she said. "That was the favor I owed Andrea. She stopped me from buying some to wear to school."
"You'd have been sent home the moment you walked in the door," Kelly said. "But maybe we do need to convince the school to change the dress code. I kind of like what I see too."
"Oh, come on, grow up," Kathy snarled. "You saw more of my legs when I had the bikini on."
"Yeah, but, this looks, uh, different somehow," Kelly said. And then he realized he was kind of perving over Kurt's sister right in front of him. He forced his eyes back up to her face with only a short pause at her breasts. "I shouldn't have said that."
"Look, I know I screwed up. I'll tell Andrea next time I see her that she got the wrong idea about you. Maybe someday we could become friends."
Kelly considered the idea. He'd been trying to find a girl who would go out with him, but so far had struck out on the first few tries. She was cute, and ..., well, cute kind of covered it right then. He turned to Casey and Kurt.
"Look guys, I think she is telling the truth. I don't know what else to say. My brother is probably still in his room waiting for my mom to get here. He's upset over what happened. I'm going to go wait with him."
Casey followed him out the door. "Do you mind if I come with you?" he asked. "I'm kind of to blame for a lot of this. Maybe I could help with Ethan."
"You mean sex? I think that's the last thing he has on his mind right now. And he knows how it turned out between you and me. And just to make sure you know, he is gay. I don't want you making him think he can have you as that kind of friend."
"I do know he is, you told me once," Casey said. "And if he asked, I'd oblige, with your permission of course. And I would never try to become that kind of friend. I would be honest with him. Besides, he's kind of young, and I know how much shit like this hurts."
Kelly looked over at his friend with a raised eyebrow.
Casey smiled a little. "Boarding school, well it can be kind of boring. The boys and girls dorms were on opposite ends of the campus, but there were more than a few couples. They tended to not last long. I think it was something people would do just because there wasn't much else. Still, I knew a couple of boys who took it harder than others."
Kelly gave a small nod. "I trust you."
Casey understood the trust that was being placed with him. Kelly really did love his brother and part of Casey wish he could have a sibling relationship like that. Maybe if his sister had been a boy, things would be different.
He knocked on the door. When there was no reply he knocked again, harder. "Ethan, it's Casey. Can I come in?"
"Fine," he heard. A second later the door opened. As he entered, Ethan walked to the back of the room and sat in one of the chairs, legs tucked up to his chest. Casey noticed the bed was messy and guessed what had happened earlier. He sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry about your boyfriend."
"He was a jerk."
"Yeah, at least you saw that though."
Ethan shot him a look. The boy hadn't been crying, but he looked like he was on the verge of it. "I guess I realized I was being stupid."
"Don't say that. You gave him a chance and when you saw it wasn't working out, you ended it. It's a hazard of relationships."
"Have you ever broken up with anyone?" Ethan asked.
"I've never had a girlfriend or boyfriend. They're not the same as friends, but in some ways they are. When a relationship ends, it hurts."
Ethan was silent for a few seconds. He turned to put one of his feet on the ground and face Casey. "Is that how it was when you and Kelly were angry at each other?"
"Sometimes yeah. Sometimes I hated him and other times I missed him." He chuckled a little. "When I was at boarding school, I would find myself wondering what Kelly would think about this or that. We were very good friends after all, and it took me a while to really understand that. I guess time lets you look at things differently."
Ethan placed both feet on the floor and lean forward. "Right now I'm angry at him for being a jerk. And I'm angry at myself for not seeing it sooner. But there's also a part of me that just wants to get him back. I can't believe how stupid I was."
Casey considered his next words very carefully. "It might sound crazy, but all of that kind of makes sense. You were putting more into that relationship then he was."
Ethan made an unhappy sound. "He never even sucked me."
"I heard. That sucks." There was a second of silence before both boys realized the double meaning, and they started laughing. After they settled down Casey added. "I could fix that now if you want."
Ethan was surprised. "Just like that?"
Casey shrugged. "As I apparently have to keep saying this weekend, I'm not gay. However, that's not to say I can't do it. You don't need to give me anything in return, think of it as a rebound thing. It will be meaningless, but fun."
"So, you're my rebound guy? All right. Um... What should I do?"
"You can start by pulling your pants down," Casey said while he was trying to figure out how he was going to do this.
Ethan stood up and pulled his pants down to his knees along with his underwear and then sat back down before pulling them over his feet. Casey hopped off of the bed and dropped down to his knees in front of the younger boy.
There was about a year-and-a-half difference between them. Casey's shoulders were wider than the space between Ethan's legs. Pudding a hand on each knee, he pushed them a little further apart before coming a little closer to the chair. He looked up at the younger boy seeing if there were any second thoughts. Ethan seemed to be okay.
Casey left one hand on the boy's knee while his right hand made its way to the soft shaft. He took it between two of his fingers, lifting it up a little and letting his thumb run along the underside. After a few seconds, he could feel it start to thicken and grow. Casey switched from stroking the underside of it to playing with it with his thumb. Ethan's tip was still a little squishy.
Ethan had decided to remain silent. It was a weird feeling overall. Not only the touching but the fact that this was Casey - his brother's friend. His brother's friend who was quite good at getting somebody hard. He started to bite on his lower lip to keep from making a sound. Thoughts that had never entered his mind before started to fill it. How much noise could you make? Was it okay to say something? He certainly didn't want to do something stupid.
Pushing himself up on his knees, Casey moved his right hand back and used his left to hold the shaft. Sliding his lips over his teeth, he formed a tight `O' and slid it down the now very hard rod. Unfortunately, he bumped his forehead into the boy's stomach before he could take it all in. Casey realized he probably should have asked Ethan to move to the bed, but it was too late now. He turned his head along with his body to the side only to run into the arm of the chair where the younger boy was sitting. In this situation, there was no way he could take all the small cock deep into his mouth. So he thought about it for a second before pulling his head back and deciding to try something different. Instead of taking the shaft all the way into his mouth, he used the tip of his tongue to play with the head. He started by swirling his tongue around. He knew from firsthand experience that the very tip and the underside of a cock would always be the most sensitive areas.
A strange fact from biology class came to his mind out of nowhere. Urine was sterile. With that fact in mind, he used the very tip of his tongue to open the slit a little. This caused Ethan to tense up as Casey's tongue slid downwards over the slit and then to the underside of the shaft.
Ethan had made the decision to be silent through the blowjob, but as Casey's tongue started to explore, it became a promise he couldn't keep. He gave little grunts at first and then when he felt his cock slit open, he nearly jumped, feeling his anus twitch for some reason. "Oh," he said as he tried to bring his knees together, but was stopped by the body between them.
Casey continued, occasionally letting his lips slide up and down the shaft though not nearly as much as he was used to. He decided to experiment a little with his tongue; sometimes licking it across fast and other times just letting it linger in one area. He could feel Ethan's legs start to tighten and relax in pre-orgasmic spasms and wondered what the boy was thinking.
But the truth was, Ethan wasn't thinking much of anything at that moment. He was merely riding out the sensations coursing through his body. As Casey continue to play with the shaft, and more importantly the tip, he could sense his orgasm approaching. He didn't want it to happen yet. He wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible. He dug his fingers into the armrest and tilted his head back before hooking his feet on the outside of the chair so he could push against it. Despite that, his orgasm was building.
It started as an itch that turned into a tickle. There were moments where he just wanted to give in, then a brief second when he tried to delay it. As it overtook him, he pressed his fingers deeper into the fabric of the armrest, as he let out an unintelligible sound. His cock twitched as he pushed forward forcing Casey's head back. He could feel his ass leave the chair. His entire body became stiff for an instant before he fell back down into a sitting position as his orgasm robbed him of the ability to perform any other movement.
When Casey felt more of the erection being pushed into his mouth, he pulled back. He heard the weird sound from Ethan as the boy tensed up. It was almost funny in a way how red the boy's face turned, before he crashed back onto the chair.
"You sure you don't want a boyfriend?" Ethan asked after a good few minutes had passed.
Casey had to tell him that wasn't an option. He saw the disappointment in the boy's face. "Learn from that, and practice it on your friends. Teach them how to do it, and you won't need me."
***
Kelly was still worried about his brother as Casey entered the room. He decided to return to get his clothes out of the changing room by the pool and then wait until the boy was alone again. On the way back, he ran into Kurt, who asked if he knew where Casey was. The two of them sat on the floor a few doors down from Ethan's room and waited.
Casey left Ethan's room, and saw the two kids waiting for him.
"Ethan's okay," said Casey by way of explanation. "Better by far. Still sad, but not like before."
Kelly was wise enough to not ask what Casey and Ethan had done. If his brother wanted to tell him, that would be fine. If not, he wasn't going to ask. He said goodbye to Kurt and knocked on the door to the room.
Ethan let him in, and before they could talk, the phone rang, and Kelly answered it.
"It was the lobby," he said. "Mom's here."
"Then I guess it's time to go."
"You sure?" Kelly asked. "She might be a tiny bit angry about having to drive all the way here, but it'll be okay if you want to change your mind and stay."
"No," he said. "I'd keep seeing Nate and Jason, and how happy they are together. I thought that Dennis and I were going to spend time with each other. With him gone, I'd just be a third wheel."
Kelly knew exactly what he meant – when his brother left, that designation would pass on to him.
"Hold on a second, I have to go next door and get my stuff. I'm coming home too. Nate will understand."
***
"Did you, uh, do anything with him?" Kurt asked Casey when they were alone.
"Maybe," Casey answered. "You're not back on me being gay again, are you?"
"No," Kurt said rapidly. "It was a stupid question. Sorry I asked it. I should have thought before speaking."
"Foot in Mouth disease," Casey said with a laugh. "A problem for which I have no cure and suffer from myself on way too many occasions. There is a way to temporarily stop it from happening though, if you are interested. It involves having something else in my mouth so that I can't speak."
"Are you asking what I think you are?" Kurt asked hesitantly.
"As long as it won't make either of us gay," Casey said. "And I'd expect some payback for my services." He looked closely at the other boy's face, wishing he could read minds as well as Kelly. "I am not gay, but I am horny. That is all I'm offering. You told me you've done it before and you know that I have too."
"Let's go to the room." Kurt led the way without taking time to think. "I think I can manage to get hard."
Casey looked down at the front of the other boy's trunks and laughed.
"It looks like you've already managed."
They went to the room they shared and saw that it had been made up, so they didn't need to worry about being interrupted. They both removed their suits and chose Kurt's bed because it was furthest from the door to the room.
Kurt sat on the bed, his butt right on the end, leaving his dick extending out over the edge. Casey got down in front of him and glanced up at his face, seeing first disbelief, then joy, and finally anticipation.
Casey decided not to do any up-and-down; instead he closed his lips over the midpoint of the shaft and allowed his tongue to do all of the work.
For Kurt, this was far better than the previous blowjobs he'd gotten. Maybe because he hadn't even jacked off recently, or maybe because Casey was much better at it than his friend had been. But it didn't matter. He was quickly being brought to the edge. He considered telling his new friend, but the tongue was moving over his glans and before he was ready, his legs trembled uncontrollably before he exploded into the mouth covering his dick.
"Sorry," he said meekly as Casey got up from between his legs. "I should have warned you."
"No problem, I knew it was about to happen. Besides, now it's my turn." They switched places.
At first, Kurt decided to imitate what Casey had done. He knew the boy was enjoying it by the moans he could hear. But before he made him cum he decided to give the full treatment. He changed from just tongue to going up and down on just the top half of the stiff rod.
"I'm about to shoot," Casey said, giving him the chance to pull back.
But instead, Kurt began sucking with full force, turning into a human vacuum cleaner. In seconds, Casey's body went rigid and the hard dick jerked in his mouth. Kurt could feel the body under him shudder as his mouth filled with cum.
When it was done, neither of them spoke for a while. They parted, Casey going to his bed, and laid there until they were fully recovered.
"I think I'll sleep a lot better tonight," Kurt said, meaning it, but unsure how Casey would respond.
"Me too. I really needed that. How about we clean up and go back to the pool?"
Kurt agreed. For the first time, he now understood what Casey had been trying to tell him when he told him about the kid named Jeremy. He knew he wasn't gay, but he had just given a blowjob to a boy who he was sure would grade it as an A+.
Jack used the distraction of Ian's screams and forced her out of his head. He could move again, and suddenly sensed the pain and fear that both David and Ian were feeling. He realized she was about to crush his cousin's balls and directed all of his energy into her.
She released Ian, who fell to the ground, and looked at Jack. He stood defiantly, fighting her with mental power, trying to push her away.
The copse of wood they were in was suddenly filled with a howling wind and screams of torment from those Soge had killed. How long it lasted, none of them would ever know, but just as suddenly as she had appeared, she was gone.
Completely spent from his effort, Jack fell to the ground.
David took stock of their situation. He was covered in tiny wounds, like papercuts, that covered his entire body. The pain from any one of the cuts was not bad, but the total sum of them left him in agony.
He saw Ashton laying on the ground crying, blood coming from the two long scratches on each of his cheeks and another one on his forehead. His pants were soaked with pee. Ian was on his back, his hands wrapped over his crotch, yelling in pain, "Cold, cold, help me. She froze my balls." And Jack appeared uninjured, but he was also laying down, as if unconscious, among the leaves that had been shaken from the trees. It was hopeless. Their first fight, and she not only had beaten them, but left them suffering.
He went first to Ashton, but there was nothing he could do. The scratches were relatively minor, but already looked infected. They didn't even have a first-aid kit with them.
He moved on to Ian, and worked the boy's pants and briefs down. There was a layer of ice around the kid's balls. He only had one idea, and he didn't hesitate. He leaned over and took the icy sack into his mouth.
It wasn't just cold, it was freezing, the cold hurting his teeth. But he closed his mouth and did his best to ignore the new pain as the ice slowly melted.
By the time the last of the ice was gone, Jack had recovered and slowly got to his feet. He shook off the dizziness he felt, and saw David sucking Ian's balls. His cousin's erection was rubbing against the older boy's nose. As he watched, Ian gasped, and shot three bursts of clear cum onto David's face.
"I don't feel good," Ashton said. David and Ian got to their feet and went to him. Ian was pulling his pants up as he moved.
"He's got a fever," said David as he held his hand over Ashton's forehead. "This is hopeless. We need to take him back home."
"No," Jack said. "Not yet. I got into her head. There is another spirit, one she is afraid of. It's in the park. We've got to go there."
"Ashton's sick," David began. But before he could continue, Jack spoke.
"We have to go to the park. There is something there. Maybe something that will help us. I know it's the other direction, but we need to go and go now."
His voice was demanding, and David knew he wasn't going to change his mind. At least they'd have to pass Ashton's house to get to the park. Perhaps he'd relent and let them put the boy to bed. "Let's go," he said. He saw that Ian had pulled his second sandwich out and was about to take a bite.
"Drop that," David said sharply. "Look at it."
Ian pulled it away from his mouth and stared. The bread was green with mold, and the peanut butter and jelly had a sour smell to them. He dropped it and followed along as they reversed their path and headed south.
***
Jack had not changed his mind, saying again that they all needed to travel to the park. David and Ian were still blocked from seeing what he had learned during the Banshee attack. Now on a road, the pace was much quicker.
When they reached the park, Ian and David could see what Jack saw in the center of the pond, the source of the Crazy Indian. It was an older teen girl who had no covering over her chest. She had dark olive skin and green eyes. Her hair was straight and black, and was tied behind her head. She had beads around her neck, and she wore leggings made of deer hide. There was a scar under her left shoulder.
"We need to go to her, she can't come on dry land," Jack said. Working his best to overcome his shyness, he began undressing.
"That water will be freezing," Ian complained.
"Yeah, I know," his cousin answered. "When we come out, we'll want dry clothes to put on. Strip, we're going in."
"Kelly was once here with her," Ashton said. He'd never before had a vision of the past, but he could now clearly see his brother and the girl. His brother only had a small piece of leather covering his groin. But he knew it was the past. Kelly was a bit smaller, and the trees all had leaves.
David wanted to argue, but he could feel the presence of the spirit through the bond. He accepted that she meant no harm to them, and hoped that Jack was right about her helping them. He assisted Ashton to undress.
Jack was shocked when he saw the full extent of the injuries the banshee had done to David. Every inch of his body was covered in small cuts, most of which were still bleeding. His boxers had spots of blood, indicating that none of his body had been protected.
Clad only in underpants, the four boys stepped into the pond, and were immediately surprised to feel that the water was warm. They went to where the spirit of the Indian girl was waiting for them.
"I am Orenda," she said. "Healer of the sick, proud member of Algonquian's." She looked at Ashton and she shook her head. "I cannot heal him. His wounds were caused by the same beast that caused my death. He will die soon, unless you can return the beast to the ground."
"She is too powerful, we can't," Jack said. "We tried, but look what she did to us."
"The beast does not know your intent. It will expect you to hunt for her once you have rested. She will stay close to him," she pointed at Ashton. "She will be waiting for his moment of death, and will then take his blood, keeping him from the afterlife. You must leave your friend and travel quickly; she will not interfere until you place the first rock on her grave. Then she will come, and you," now she pointed at Jack, "must keep her from stopping your friends."
"I'm not sure I can do that," said Jack. "In fact, I know I can't. She attacked us already and there was nothing I could do to prevent it."
"Then your little friend will die. And perhaps one of you three as well. A warrior does not see defeat before the battle has even started. He plans for how he will fight. He clears his mind of doubt. And he fights. You must be a warrior."
The girl was already sinking into the pond. Each of them had so many questions, but it was too late. As her head sank under the water, the pond turned freezing cold, and they scampered out as fast as they could, thankful that they had followed Jack's lead and had dry clothes to put back on.
"Hey, your wounds, they're almost gone," Ian said looking at David. The dull ache he'd had in his balls since the ice had been melted was gone. He looked at Ashton, hoping there was improvement there. The cuts were closed, but the skin around them was bright red, worse than before. Only the wound he had accidently caused to his friend's forehead was healed.
"I'm freezing," Ashton said. "And I think I'm gonna puke." Which he promptly did.
They hurried back to his house, but his mother wasn't home yet. Then the friends were torn between the need to move fast and leaving Ashton alone.
"We should take him back to my house," said Ian.
"That's too far," David shot back. "Ian, you stay here with him and Jack and I will go and try and find the stones."
"No," Ashton said. "You guys have to work together. She won't bother you until you start covering her grave; she'll stay near me. Get going, I'm okay."
He wasn't, and they all knew it, but they also knew he was right. They had no idea if he'd get better, even if they were successful in their quest. Hoping it wasn't the last time they'd see him alive, they helped him to his room and put him to bed. Then, very reluctantly, they all left.