Date: 9 Jan 1999 08:28:29 -0800
From: poondu@members.gayweb.com
Subject: The Nudest Boy of All
The Nudest Boy of All
Some parts of this storey are dialogue, indicated by the double
hyphen at the beginning of a line; some parts are related in the
first person and some is told by a narrator. That's the way it is.
by Thole <poondu@members.gayweb.com>
Finally we were out of school and on the way home.
Dainin and Swift Water were with me for the weekend, and a long
weekend it would be too. All this past week I had looked forward to
this moment.
Dainin was the first to have invited me to his home. That was my
first day in this school although we'd been here nearly all summer
after moving and I'd not met any of the other kids yet. I didn't like
this school as much as my old one and it was a relief when the
teacher asked --Who will be first to invite Ethan to their home and
show him around our town?
Dainin spoke up quickly. He'd only just moved here himself a year
ago. The university had attracted his parents and they came all the
way from India for teaching positions there. Swift Water was Danin's
friend and was next to take me home, now I hoped he would be my
friend too. He told me Swift Water was his third name, his public
name; his mother called him that cos of the way he peed as a baby
when she tickled him in a certain way.
We rode our bikes up the hill to my house. It was five miles from the
school in town and mostly flat but for this last hill. All around was
thick woods and we stopped to explore along a small stream tumbling
down along the hedge and out the gate. Black Brook it was called by
the person who lived here before me. I told the others we could
follow it all the way to its source at a spring near the top of the
hill. But first it was time for a swim. I couldn't wait to get out of
my clothes. If they hadn't been along I would have stripped now but I
didn't want to surprise them too much.
Our house was really three houses and a barn. The big house was where
we mostly lived. Then there was a guest cottage that was the original
homestead and a new building, not really a house cos nobody lived
there, that was my Dad's office. My office was there too. Me, ten
going on eleven, with an office. It was really a playroom and for
that matter my Dad's office was really a playroom too. But he called
it an office sometimes; depended who he was talking too. He's an
engineer, designs things like bridges and houses. He designed this
whole place. My Mom's a teacher at the University with Dainin's
folks. So first we went to the guest house cos that was where I was
going to spend the weekend with these guys.
I'd told them we had everything they would need or want here so they
were traveling light. I had lots of clothes that would fit all of us
especially since I didn't expect to be wearing any much. But I didn't
tell them that last part. If there had been only one friend with me
we might have stayed in the Big House. With two the Little House
would be more fun and spacious although there was plenty of space in
my room and there was also space in Peter's room. My little brother
was still at the private school and would stay there for at least
another year.
As soon as we were in the Little House I stripped of my singlet and
kicked my sandals into the corner. Dainin was quick to notice I
hadn't any shorts on.
--I haven't had any on all day.
--Did you go to school like that?
--Ya! Now let's get the rest of our kit in and go for a swim!
I headed out to the bikes to fetch my panniers. Swift Water was a
little slow.
--What if somebody sees you naked?
--Its OK. There is nobody here now but us and even still I'm only
naked, its not like we're doing anything bad.
Dainin said he could remember going naked when he was a little kid in
India but he hadn't since he came to this country. His parents
wouldn't let him do that now.
--Well, suit your self. Remember when I came to your house a few days
ago wearing that dun singlet? I hadn't anything on under it that day
either. I asked your mom if I could take off all my clothes and she
said no but I was ready to. My folks say there's nothing wrong with
being naked. Or with being clothed. Only you should wear clothes cos
you want to not cos you have to.
Dainin undressed after they brought in their kit but Swift Water kept
on his shorts until he was out to the pool. The boys swam for a
while, playing in the water like young otters. The afternoon was
young yet when Ethan floated, like a ferry into its slip, between the
legs of Dainin who was laying back in the shallows at what was called
the beach end of the pool. Dainin sat up as Ethan came up against his
taut flat belly. The boys embraced; Ethan with a hug of ecstasy,
Dainin with one of young boys wrestling like puppies at play.
--I'm so happy you guys could come to visit me for this weekend. Its
been nearly all summer since I had some friends around since we
moved.
--Were you really naked under that shirt in school the other day? And
today too?
--Ya. I use to be naked all the time in my old school. All the kids
were most of the time. We only got dressed for special dress up days.
--Like when the parents came?
--No, not especially, but for plays and things like that. It's a
private school you know. My little brother is still there.
--Were the girls naked too? And the teachers?
--Mostly. Sometimes. It depends. Its like at this school you know,
some days you wear shorts, and some days a sweater; well there you
just went with nothing on some days. Most days. Last year I would be
naked for weeks and weeks. Its not a big deal. But anyhow I am really
glad you could come this weekend.
Ethan gave one more squeeze to his hug before he began to relax it.
In the course of this embrace Dainin had been getting an erection and
now it popped up and Ethan rubbed the end of it with his nose and
looked up into the eyes of his friend.
--Maybe it thinks you want a bite.
--Not now, maybe later. I saw some kids do that at my old school once
but right now I'd rather have a Pb&j.
Swift Water had floated up to the pair now and as Ethan had slipped
between Dainin's legs he settled over his host's back. Ethan could
feel the excitement of both boys' pressing him at either end. The
homoerotic responses of his friends and of himself were not new to
him but had never happened before in such close contact. For a few
seconds images of what he'd seen at school flashed by to be
interrupted by Dainin asking
--Tell me more about your school and what you did there Ethan. And
let's get a sandwich at the same time. And something to drink too.
The conversation faltered as the boys dripped into the kitchen and
rooted out the makings of a snack. They moved back poolside to eat
and then Ethan suggested they follow the stream up the hill a ways.
He was pointing out where it entered the compound from the woods and
how a portion was diverted to a solar heater before going on to the
pool when a soft Japanese gong interrupted.
--Have you ever seen a naked lady before? he asked his friends. My
sister's only four, she won't notice whether you're wearing anything
or not but my Mum will be concerned that she might upset you if she
gets down to her skin. Swift Water had one foot into his shorts,
Dainin was sitting in the grass, PB&J in one hand, Coke in the other,
smiling...
--I feel right at home Ethan. Old home that is. My folks don't let me
get naked now like I used to in India so I am happy to be here like
this.
Swift Water stepped out of his shorts:
--Oh hell, if you guys can do it so can I. Just don't make fun of me
if I blush OK?
Ethan got up to meet the newcomers.
--Wait here then, I'll let my Mom know we have guests; she's
expecting you anyhow.
The boy returned after a few moments with his sister in tow. His
mother, he explained, would meet them when she had undressed; she
wanted to be on equal terms with her guests. Natasha was introduced
to Dainin and Swift Water and she bowed to each and shook hands in a
combination of Eastern and Western ritual that caused the boys more
embarrassment than their nakedness. Ethan explained that they had
traveled a lot and learnt things from many different countries. Swift
Water moved behind Dainin as Ethan's Mom came out to the pool and was
introduced with all the same fanfare. Dainin took the cue and bowed
as he would have in India. Swift Water tried to bow and shake hands
at the same time while using his other hand to cover his pudenda but
the charm and beauty of his friend's mother captured his heart and he
was made to feel at home in a few moments.
--We're going to walk up to the spring, said Ethan, perhaps you and
Natasha would come along?
An excellent idea his mother agreed. Father should be home soon and
would start preparing the evening meal. They were going to do a
cookout and were expecting another family with several more kids in a
caravan. First they all went in the kitchen and laid out some of the
food to be cooked and then headed off up the stream. Natasha took
Swift Water by the hand and led the way; the boy was quickly
overcoming the shame inculcated by his family and church. Ethan's Mom
was close behind while he and Dainin brought up the rear, stopping to
look at this and that.
The trail was a well packed sand and clay path that hopped from side
to side along the stream. At a few places little waterfalls tumbled
over ledges where they all stopped to climb and drink. Ethan had
picked up his conversation with Dainin from earlier...
--We were playing a hide and seek game, a whole bunch of kids, and I
had gone into the locker room by the showers and got up on top of the
lockers and was hiding in some boxes and things when these three boys
came in with another kid who's hands were tied in front of him and he
was blindfolded too. I'd heard about some kind of club and
initiations and figured that was what it was. They weren't part of
our game and so they weren't looking around too much and didn't see
me but went right to the showers. The boy who was tied was made to
kneel in the shower and wash the genitals of each of the others.
After that then he sucked on each one; fellatio I think is the right
word for what he did to them. Did you know that the word fellow which
means peers, comrades, friends or a group, has some of the same root
as fellatio?
They had reached the spring and all drank from the water bubbling up
from the ground. It was an artesian spring Ethan explained to his
friends who had never seen such a wonder. Their wells had pumps. They
started back along the stream when another gong, much louder than
before, rolled up the hill to summons them. That will be my Dad. He's
starting the grill now and we should get back to help. The others
will be here soon.
The caravan arrived at the Big House at the same time Ethan and his
Mom arrived with their entourage. Four more kids, two boys and two
girls, the oldest was eight, undressing as they were introduced added
to the clatter as adults bowed and embraced. Everyone played in the
pool for a while and then Ethan and his Dad started cooking shish
kabobs and corn while others laid out chips and drinks and the kids
crowded round to stuff themselves. Finger painting one's self with
ketchup and mustard was another new experience for Ethan's friends.
To poor Swift Water this happened. He prepared for himself a burger
between buns, laden with mustard and ketchup and topped with a
handful of sweet onion rings. His penis, not alone among the boys',
had been rising and falling throughout the evening in the press of
flesh and eating. At first his penile response to this social
intercourse caused him some anguish but when he saw his peers were
similarly afflicted from time to time, and no one seemed to notice,
he became more at ease. It occurred to him to wonder about the times
in school when he he'd had an erection, if other boys had them at the
same time, if they might notice his, now he knew they must and they
likely didn't notice. At this juncture his was full on and at first
bite of his burger an especially plump slice of onion launched from
between the burgers on ways greased with condiments and caught his
post to perfection on its way to the ground; had he been playing
quoits it would have been a ringer. And it was followed by a
substantial dollop of ketchup. No one noticed.
He hastily turned away and came face to face, well more like pecker
to face, with the mongrel dog of the family in the caravan. The dog
had a liking for onion, a taste imbued by his eight year old trainer,
and he daintily lifted off the quoit of sweet purple onion from Sweet
Water's post with an elan that would have done his trainer proud had
he been watching. The onion was gone in a gulp and then the dog's
tongue made a grab for the ketchup gracing the boy's glans. But this
was the tickle spot the dog was taken aback by the response of Swift
Water's swift water. The boy's bladder was near full and the dog wore
it well. Only Ethan saw why the dog barked sharply and then shook the
urine from its face. Peter ran over to admonish his pet to remember
its manners and not beg food.
The meal wound down through marshmallows toasted on the coals by
children huddled against the slight autumn chill encroaching upon the
warm evening. Ethan's Mom herded them all through a large outdoor
shower where there commenced a mass washing of self and other, girls
and boys together. The boys again rose to the occasion but the girls
were too young to attach any significance to these displays of
nascent pubescence. Besides, on the part of the boys it was a
homoerotic response more than anything. At their age the primary
emotion they held for girls was annoyance and would not learn to
transfer their responses of sexual arousal to them for a few years
yet.
Peter had by this time prevailed upon his parents to let him sleep
with the older boys in the Little House rather than his younger
siblings in the caravan. The dog would mind the bicycles. The younger
ones were trundled off to bed while Ethan took his guests to his
playroom to surf the Internet.
I put Peter and Dainin at my Dad's computer, Swift Water and me went
to mine. Peter has been here before and knows what to do. There's a
MUD in the KidsNet that we play in sometimes and at this hour it
should be pretty busy being late Friday evening here and early
Saturday morning on the other side. I was hoping we might find
Shivaji there. He lives in Calcutta and is usually poking about when
he is not out in the street. I logged us in and opened a path to the
MUD and introduced my guest. Peter did the same, he has his own
account. When we got to the gateway of the virtual community we
could see the personas adopted by Peter and Dainin. Peter was his
usual spinning top, Dainin was a tree. Swift Water had chosen to be a
single black feather; I was a horse. I called out...
:Painted Pony --Shivaji! Are you here? It's me, with guests, we have
come to play with you. ;->
There were some other kids around, the MUD showed them as different
icons. Some I knew and some were new. One I knew as Rose, and that's
what her icon was, came over to where we were clustered. Swift Water,
now known as Black Feather, was amazed when the Rose moved across our
screen. The computers we have at school don't have that ability and
the icons just show up at new locations. Some of them just type
messages to you like Rose moves to you.
:Rose --PP, I saw Shivaji just a while ago in the forest. He was in
the tree house.
:Painted Pony --Thanks Rose, we'll go there.
Everyone else on that screen saw our short conversation so if any of
them saw Shivaji, who's persona was a Buddha, they would tell him. I
dragged my Painted Pony icon to the gate into the city and gave the
mouse to Swift Water to do the same with his Black Feather. He
twirled it round and round over to the gate and I wondered what the
others thought. Sure enough, the words appeared in a cartoon balloon
over the Spinning Top...
:Topper --BF, what are you doing?
:Black Feather --I am dancing a Happy Dance. This is cool! Can you
tell I'm a newbie?
He sure knew how to make an entry... We had to go across the city to
get to the Forest Gate on the far side. It was mostly windy streets
and alleys built by kids from all over, each putting in a little from
their own town or their own dreams. Peter and me had bicycles at our
houses so we went there first and added little wheels to our icons.
BF and OT, that's for Oak Tree, were able to ride with us. The MUD
knows if you have a bicycle you can travel faster across a screen but
it also knows that you cannot get around certain obstacles or through
some alleys.
At one kiosk we stopped for a virtual hot-dog.
:Painted Pony --BF, if you put mustard on it this time I'll have a
bite.
At first he scowled at me(for real) but then he smiled and nearly
fell of the bike laughing when OT and PP asked what we were talking
about. He reached for me under the keyboard in our laps and gave my
penis a little tug.
:Black Feather --Later fellas ;-)
--Can they see us, really? The kids in the MUD I mean. Can they see
we're naked?
--They can only see what you tell them and you don't ask that sort of
question. No questions about age or gender or real name. This is a
fantasy place and you only learn what each tells. Usually you can
only see what another is saying if they shout or when you are facing
them or in a group. Me and Buddha have a little code worked out.
You'll see.
The boys continued across town, through the park and bazaar but not
stopping except for two dead-end alleys until they reached the Forest
Gate. There they left the bikes and walked on a trail through the
wood. It was dark below the trees and one could see eyes glowing and
shapes moving to either side. Ethan explained that this was a magic
wood, this part of it, and the animals would challenge any who came
in wearing clothes. By this time Swift Water and Dainin were so
caught up in the fantasy they had not the wit to ask how the animals
could tell anyone was dressed. After a bit they came to a wide slow
river blocking their way. Spinning Top and Black Feather climbed to
the back of Painted Pony whilst Oak Tree walked along side and they
crossed to a clearing...
:Buddha [shouts] --Who goes there? I recognise you PP, I have been
told of your coming but who are they with you?
:Painted Pony --Tis I and some friends who are staying a day or three
at my castle. Perhaps you will recognise ST when he dismounts me.
Black Feather and Spinning Top got down and arranged themselves
between Painted Pony and Oak Tree. Ethan leaned toward Swift Water,
as if others might overhear, and whispered...
--Now he has to ask me the password to get through the magic field
surrounding the tree. See the tall tree in the back, there is a flet
there, he is waiting for us to cross over the field.
:Buddha --PP. Are you?
:Painted Pony --Yes!
:Buddha --Are they?
:Painted Pony --But of course. Are you?
:Buddha --No. I'm at the game centre, not at home. The magic is down,
come ahead.
Ethan led the boys across the field through the tall grass. Swift
Water said he could almost feel the grass against his bare skin.
--What was the password Ethan?
--Just the way that whole exchange went. He knows now where we are
and that we are all nude but he is not cos he is not home. Normally
the tree house will not let anyone in unless they are naked.
--Wait! How does the tree house know? How do the animals know?
--The way I wrote the programme. They look at the icons. A lot of
kids choose icons of knights or animals that they dress up. Any icon
that looks like it is dressed does not pass.
Shivaji was in the tree house and when the others arrived they were
able to chat more plainly except that the boy in Calcutta warned that
other real kids were around him watching the exchange. Dainin and
Swift Water were telling about themselves when Ethan's Dad came in.
He was wearing a belted tunic now and told them it was well past
midnight in the real world.
--We have a busy day tomorrow and I know you guys will get little
enough sleep. There is almost a frost on the grass outside, you had
best get going.
Ethan signed off with Shivaji and led his cohort down the tree where
he called for a magic carpet to return them to the Forest Gate. There
they mounted their bikes and pressed the Go Home button.
--Its a quick and graceful way out. You can quit anytime but that
leaves you off where ever you are and it leaves your icons and bikes
out. Not a good way to be. Now we are at home and can log out.
The boys went outside. The night was chilly but the sky clear and
full of stars. Dainin thought it a little cold to be running around
with no clothes despite his experience. Swift Water agreed. Ethan
said that being naked meant they didn't have to stop to undress and
led them at a trot across the lawn and into the pool. The water was
steaming in the cool night and they swam quickly to the far side and
ran to the Little House.
The four, still dripping wet, shook the loose water from their hair
and set about to find towels. Ethan's Dad had left a fire burning in
the wood stove and a mug of hot chocolate waited for each. Soon,
after brushing hair and teeth they were all in the bed together. Now
this is how they lay: First on the one side was Peter, he wanted to
be able to get to the WC without disturbing the rest. Then Ethan and
Dainin. Swift Water took the other side, he had the same thing in
mind as Peter.
Dainin was lying up real close to me, the other two were already
asleep I'm sure and I was almost, when he whispered:
--Is it ok if I touch you?
--Ya.
His fingers just brushed my belly and then my nipples and then my
thighs and crotch. His touch tingled and I felt goose bumps and the
hair on my arms and legs stood up like it was charged with
electricity by the Van de Graaff generator at school. I spread my
legs a bit and his hand explored under my balls. I had seen some kids
do this to each other at my old school but this was the first time
another boy had touched me like this. Then he whispered again...
--Tell me some more about what happened to that kid in the shower.
--After he had given them each a little fellatio...
--Is that like sucking them off.
--Ya, except that they didn't come off yet. They were just getting
warmed up. They led him away from the shower and laid him over a
small desk and then...
Ethan stopped to grab a breath as Dainin pulled back his foreskin to
the point of pain and then stroked the puerile erection that seemed
to Ethan about to burst.
--...and then they took turns sticking him at both ends. I guess they
were just keeping themselves hard in his mouth and then they went and
comed in his bum. When they were done they let him up and untied him
and shook his hand, that's why I think it was some sort of
initiation.
--Did they do anything to let him come?
--No, they all went away and after a while I went away cos nobody
came to find me.
--Did you get hard watching them?
--A little, not like I am now.
--Want me to suck you Ethan?
--I don't know, I guess so. Do you want to? Do you want me to suck
you?
Dainin squirmed down into the bed until he was in the right place and
pulled on Ethan. The virgin boy turned into the mouth that waited him
and found his body respond on its own. One leg was over Dainin's
shoulder now and his hips began thrusting. The waves in the water bed
threatened to toss overboard the two boys sleeping on the edges but
Ethan's first wide awake orgasm came in the nick of time and the sea
was calmed.
Dainin came back face to face with his acolyte:
--Was that your first time?
--That was my first time. Can you do it again? Will you do it again?
That was super! What a rush!
--Not right away. Besides, its my turn if you will. Or can I stick it
in your bum.
--I'll suck you this time. We can do the bums tomorrow. Is this your
first time too?
It was Dainin said. He'd heard of this before but hearing Ethan's
story brought his excitement and desire to a peak. Ethan started out
the same way Dainin had, asking in a cautious whisper if he could
touch him and then proceeding to dance his fingers over the older
boy's body, exploring its nooks and crannies, until he found an
erection waiting for his mouth. His first contact was a hesitant
kiss, brushing his lips across the glans. His tongue explored the rim
and slit and a myriad of visions danced through his mind of the boy
on the desk at school and the others he had seen in bed together from
time to time. Dainin's leg came around as his own had, over his
shoulder and he felt hands pulling him, impaling his face on this
pointed stick. He opened his mouth and accepted it.
Dainin was sweet tasting when he came into Ethan's mouth. The cum was
hot and Ethan swallowed. And then they both relaxed and slept, still
coupled.
Several hours passed and when Ethan woke in the chill before dawn the
fire had died. He found himself now laying next to Swift Water and
remembered what he'd seen at the cookout and what Swift Water'd told
him about his tickle spot. Almost as if he wanted me to try it, Ethan
thought, as his hand cautiously explored the sleeping boy beside him.
He had to pee and was sure no doubt that Swift Water had a full
bladder as well. The penis stiffened slightly at his first touch and
he pulled back gently on its foreskin.
He found himself wanting to take it in his mouth, wondered what it
would feel like to get it soft and feel it harden in his mouth, but
for now he would just tickle it with his fingers.
The pee shot out and hit him full in the face! He gasped and tasted
it and turned it away like a garden hose and then had the presence of
mind to pinch it off. Swift Water woke laughing as if he'd been awake
to start with or else having a wonderful dream and together the boys
went to WC to finish their pee and wash their faces.
Dawn was still an hour away and when they lay down together again;
Ethan turned to cuddle against Swift Water and ask...
--Is it ok if I touch you again?
The loud G O N G G G... for breakfast started the boys away from
their mutual petting and they ran to the pool for a wake-up swim. Hot
cereal and yoghurt were the mainstays of their repast. Each boy had a
small pack containing plimsolls, sweater, toilet kit and other
oddments.
Sleeping bags and tents, food and utensils, were all at the camp in
the hills where they would meet other families of their ilk. For the
drive to the trailhead they would wear singlets and shorts. Swift
Water wanted to know what next...
--Will we be hiking naked? Will we see other people? Will they be
naked?
--I'm gonna hike in my skysuit! piped up Natasha.
--What's a skysuit?
Natasha stood to pirouette... --See, its the latest style. Her hair
hung to her navel and nates but otherwise she was as nude as Swift
Water. He looked over at Ethan.
--Me too. But you can wear what you like. There may be other people
on the trail, kids and adults, with and without clothes. You'll fit
in whatever.
They dressed for the ride and were soon on the road. Two hours later
at the trail head cars in the parking area told them there were
others already on the path. Ethan and Dainin were out of their
clothes before they left the van, Natasha was not far behind. Swift
Water looked around, at his naked friends, and his clothed self...
--Are you sure its ok? What if we see some kids from school?
--All the more fun. said Ethan.
--Piss on 'em, said Dainin.
Swift Water left off his shorts but wore his singlet for the first
few miles of their walk. Ethan's Dad stopped them from time to time
to point out plants and animal scat, to tell them the names and
features of each. At noon they were on a small wooded peak and
stopped for lunch.
Presently another family went past and Swift Water was relieved to
see they were all as naked as he. Peter's sisters and younger brother
took Natasha and started off, soon to be followed by the rest of the
two families. The trail went down and up again and presently came
along side a good sized stream. Dainin wanted to swim.
--We're almost at the camp. Ethan said. Then we can swim in the pool
and the hot springs. There's these springs that bubble real hot water
from under the ground and they mix with the cold water from the river
in some neat pools. You can move between hot and cold water just a
few feet apart. My dad says we can swim here even in the winter.
A few moments later at a junction with a trail coming in from the
right they caught up with Natasha and the rest as well as the family
ahead of them. All were looking down the side path, watching another
group approach. Another family, parents, children, but they were
clothed and immediately Swift Water was embarrassed and tried to hide
behind Ethan and Dainin. Ethan's dad knew these people and when they
arrived at the junction there were introductions all round. The
oldest of the kids was a boy named Jeremy...
--Did you guys hike all the way here like that? he asked whilst
looking Ethan up and down. My dad is so paranoid somebody might see
us he made us stay dressed. Now I'm the one embarrassed.
The new boy's father finally relented and the kids undressed and went
on together. After another hour they began to hear the sounds of
waterfalls and happy voices.
Shortly the camp came in sight. The river was wide at this point with
water cascading over low cliffs on the far side whilst to the near
side there was a wide beach and set back from that a playing field
with one large cabin and numerous tent sites scattered along the
southern edge of a wood.
Other adults and children were scattered about on the beach and in
the camps. Ethan's and Peter's groups split off from the rest to get
their kit from the cabin and set up camp. After that they would be
able to swim.
Dainin was the first to recognise kids from his school. He saw boys
and girls from two other families at the volley ball net and called
to them as they passed. They ran over and he introduced them to
Ethan's family. Ethan's dad was most pleased to learn that there were
more families in their new town who shared his interest and asked to
be introduced to their parents after their camp was set. That done
the rest of the afternoon was spent in the water and out of it.
Standing under the falls, lolling in the hot springs, walking in the
woods, and finally gathering for tea. In the evening a fire on the
beach brought everyone together for a sing-along. The children
especially crowded close and were ringed by the adults, some wearing
blankets against the chill. After the fire the boys took a quick swim
and then ran to their tent.
At first they all lay on their backs and talked and joked about their
hike. Then Ethan told them a little of the hike they would take on
the morrow. All this time he and Dainin were petting Swift Water
between them and Peter was on the other side of Ethan. Swift Water
would giggle once in a while and finally Peter asked...
--What are you guys doing?
--We're tickling Swift Water.
--Tickle me too.
Ethan rolled over the top of Peter and kissed the youngster as they
swopped places. Now it was Swift Water and Ethan who did the petting
while Dainin busied himself with the bum presented to his erection.
Ethan used his tongue to excite Peter by licking his way down the
front of the boy until he finally came to a little peg sticking up
from the virgin's crotch.
--Peter? Are you a virgin?
--What does that mean?
--Have you ever been sucked by anybody or put your cock anywhere but
in your own hand?
--No...
--Being a virgin is a pretty special thing and you can give it up
only once you know. Once I touch you you will never be the same.
Ever.
The young cock fit well in Ethan's mouth as Swift Water tried to
watch in the dark with his hands. Peter asked what Ethan was doing,
and why. Ethan stopped sucking to say...
--I'm eating you out, sucking you off, giving you a blow job... I'm
doing it cos I love you and cos you're such a sweet boy.
--What do I taste like?
--Apples and hot-dogs and honey.
--What do you taste like? Can I eat you?
--Some day but for now we want to play with your bum.
Ethan went back to his sucking and at the same time rolled Peter up
to present the young boy's nates to Swift Water. Peter reached down
to hold Ethan's head as he came for the first time into his friends
mouth. When Swift Water was fulfilled he withdrew and turned Peter
for Ethan's attention who found the young bum slippery with cum. In
the night Ethan came again and then fell asleep still coupled with
his friend.
The next morning Swift Water took a turn on the not so virgin virgin.
While Ethan and Dainin looked on he knelt between Peter's legs and
took the limp pecker with his lips and sucked it in like a linguini.
He felt it harden in his mouth and as Peter woke felt the boy's hands
in his hair and the thrusting of his hips.
After everyone had breakfasted the four boys and Peter's older
sisters went off to hike up the falls and follow the river up toward
a nearby peak. The other boys from Peter's new school had gone that
way earlier and later in the morning met them coming back. They
showed the kids a small cave to explore and they all sat around and
talked about their school and their plans for skiing the coming
winter. Peter was excited that there were other nudists in his new
school and did not feel so alone and different now.
These other boys were also happy to meet Ethan and see how he had
brought along Swift Water and Dainin. They talked about making a club
and Ethan took the liberty of asking them all out to his house for a
weekend in October.
After their hike there was more swimming in the river and another
night of fun and games taking turns in Peter's bum. On Monday they
woke to a light frost on the grass and a nip in the air. Warm wool
jumpers were the order of the day as they helped Peter's dad put away
their camp. Mother and the younger children started out for the
trailhead along with Peter's parents. Peter, Ethan, Swift Water and
Dainin would follow along with Ethan's dad shortly. At the trailhead
the children traded jumpers for singlets and shorts for the ride home
and even that degree of clothing now chaffed at Swift Water who had
gained a new freedom over the weekend. When they arrived back at
Ethan's home he was the first to strip, even before they made the
final turn into the drive he was stuffing his clothes into his small
pack.
Dinner that evening was pizza that Peter's folks had brought the
ingredients for. Everyone helped with the preparation. Ethan took
note that Jessica, Peter's older sister, was beginning to develop;
her breasts stood out from her chest more than he remembered from the
last time they were undressed together back the other side of summer.
When all the kids sat round on the floor eating pizza he sat next to
her and remarked on her growth. She invited him to touch them and he
and they rose to the occasion. But a girl's erect nipples don't show
as much as a boy's erect penis and Ethan was grateful for the pizza
in his lap.
After supper was cleaned up the boys went off to the shower. Peter
would return to his home but Dainin and Swift Water would stay over
and go to school with Ethan in the morning. Peter was commanded to
wash himself whilst the others watched. After that he washed each of
the other boys as Ethan coached him. Ethan was last and as Dainin and
Swift Water looked on Peter washed his way up Ethan's back and then
down his front. As the younger boy squatted of the deck of the shower
in a position only the young can achieve he lathered the cock he
wanted so to suck. Ethan twirled his fingers in the boy's hair and
let the stimulation bring his pee through the soap. When all had been
rinsed clean he let Peter suck him and he came. Now the virgin had
been had at both ends and he would never be the same again.
In bed together after Peter's family departed Ethan related to his
friends a story his father had told him about his introduction to
nudity and loss of virginity as a boy.
--When he was thirteen, him and his brother Tad, who was fourteen,
went with their uncle to a hunting cabin in the mountains for a week.
Right off, as soon as they got there the uncle took off all his
clothes. He said he hoped they didn't mind if he didn't wear anything
for the week and that they were welcome to strip down too. They'd all
been naked together before, that was no surprise, but never outside
like this. My dad noticed how their uncle had an all over tan while
they looked like they still had on their underwear. Well they went on
like this for a few days, never wearing anything, hiking around,
swimming, hunting rabbits. My dad said it was really exciting,
sexually arousing he said, skinning and cleaning the rabbits and
getting all that warm blood all over his naked body. Then they would
swim it off and have rabbit stew and go to bed. Him and Tad slept in
one bed and their uncle in another. And while they often were hard,
you know, had erections, they didn't come, they didn't masturbate or
anything.
Then one day they were hiking along the river and found a body washed
up against some rocks. A human body. But when they got there they
found it wasn't dead, but almost. It was a man, kinda young, and he
was wicked cold. Hypothermic. He was in a stupor, delirious, mumbling
about his canoe. Uncle said they had to get him warmed up or he would
surely die so they dragged him to their cabin and stripped off all
his wet clothes. This was summer you know but the river was cold from
snowmelt and the guy had been in the water for a long time they
figured. Uncle said the best way to warm him was to put him in bed
with them, my dad and his brother, one on each side. Then as soon as
he came around, if he didn't die yet, they would be able to give him
some warm stew. It was wicked cold my dad said. The man's skin was
waxy white and his penis and balls was so shriveled up you could
hardly tell he had any. They laid with him and rubbed his skin for an
hour and he began to warm up. Then when they weren't shivering so my
dad found himself with an erection between the guys legs and the way
he was moving felt good so he kept doing it. And he told Tad and Tad
started doing it from the other side. Their cocks was bumping and
rubbing each other between this guys legs when they both came at
once.
After a while the guy woke up and they gave him some hot chocolate
and then they all slept. My dad was sleeping back to the front of
this guy and as he was waking he could feel the guys hard cock
between his legs and he touched it. He said it felt like a cucumber
compared to his carrot. When they woke up finally they put on
singlets tho their uncle stayed nude and so did this guy cos his
clothes were all wet still. They were sitting around the table and
the guy told them his story and said they had saved his life and he
would be in their debt and for ever grateful. And Uncle said not for
ever, that's a long time; for a while perhaps, but not for ever. Then
he offered some rabbit stew. The guy said he was so hungry he could
eat a horse and Uncle said all he had were two boys and some stew and
if the guy wanted he could start with the boys whilst the stew was
warming. My dad didn't know what to make of it when the guy said that
eating a boy was a small price to pay for what they had done for him.
He got on his knees and called to Tad who looked to his uncle for
some clew. Uncle motioned him to go ahead so Tad went and stood in
front of this naked man. The guy put his head up under Tad's singlet
and placed Tad's hands on his own head then he held Tad's bum and
pulled him in and out. My dad went and squatted down so he could see.
Obviously Tad was enjoying it. So was Uncle, just watching. When Tad
came it was like he was expecting what happened but he moaned and
laughed as he came and then when the guy came out from under his
singlet he turned to my dad and said ok young one, your turn. Then
Tad told the man that his younger brother was a virgin. The man
started at my dad's feet and slowly felt him up. Petting and stroking
his legs, talking about what it was to take a virgin, how he was
honoured. He worked my dad up into a pretty high state of arousal and
as he did he lifted off his singlet so my dad was naked there
standing in front of this man and then he took my dad into his mouth
and sucked him real slow.
As he told this story Ethan had been laying between Dainin and Swift
Water. At first he just talked but as the story went on he stroked
himself and then them as they petted him. Swift Water was laying nose
to toes with him, Dainin head to head. Ethan rolled to Swift Water
and began to suck him and that boy went down on Ethan sixty-nine.
Dainin found his way in to cornhole Ethan and the youth let them
stick him from both ends again and again as fast as they could
recharge.
In the morning he gave them singlets. These were black with a bluish-
pinkish cluster of amanita muscara on the front. The cap of the
taller shroom in the centre was just out of the skin that would form
the skirt at its base; two others still looked more like puffballs,
one to either side of the taller stalk. The likeness was not lost on
the boys.
When they rode off to school in the chill of Tuesday morning that was
all they wore. The mushroom club had its first members.
A month went by. The weather grew colder and Ethan found it necessary
to add a warm-up suit to his body for the ride but once in school he
still managed to wear as little as he felt he could get away with. At
home he mostly played by himself, with himself. And thought of Peter.
They were special friends and he hoped that Peter thought of him in
the same manner. Dainin had gradually moved away from this
relationship as his involvement with track took more of his time. It
was late October when Swift Water came again to stay with Ethan.
--I have been to visit my tribe and participate in the ceremonies
that mark the end of my childhood. Now I am known as Little Bear and
wish to be called Oso for that is the name of the bear in the sky and
he will guide me on my way.
--What were the ceremonies like?
--Nothing like what they were for my father and my grandfather. Every
generation we are weakened. Before it was that a boy would be sent
out alone and only those who survived would return to strengthen the
tribe; now the major test is gaining a hunting license. Perhaps
tonight in your bed I will tell you some of the tales my grandfather
told me. But tell me now what of you these past few weeks I have been
away. What has been happening at school?
It had grown cold as October deepened and the boys no longer road
their bikes every day. Ethan more often wore jeans or a warmup suit
to school tho he still managed to spend most of his inside time in
shorts or less. There was a new teacher at their school, he explained
to Oso, a student teacher working with the third grade and he was
renting a small cabin out beyond Ethan's home on the road into the
hills. And Dainin was away with the track team at a meet on the
University campus for the weekend.
This particular Friday was drear and wet and they were riding way in
the back of Oso's mother's van with their bikes and packs. Several of
his siblings were chattering away in the mid-seat. Ethan went on to
tell how Peter had shown up in the Kid's Village one evening so he
must now have a computer at home. Perhaps they would be able to find
him again at the tree house. And then he told more of the new
teacher.
--He's got one of those cool sports cars with only two seats. There's
a bike rack on the roof. Last week I got a ride in it. It was the
last warm day we had and I was riding up the hill about a mile from
the end of my road when this wicked thunderstorm came up. I knew it
was coming and was trying to get home before the rain but I lost the
race. In a minute I was soaked and in another minute the rain nearly
stopped. It was one time I was really glad I had taken most
everything off cos my jumper was in my panniers so I stopped to put
it on and right then this little green MG pulls up. It was Mister
Reynolds the new teacher. He offered me a ride home. I pulled on my
jumper over my soggy singlet whilst he put my bike on the rack. In
the car he leaned across the shifter and put his hand on my leg, like
this... and petted me a bit. He lifted the edge of my singlet and
asked if I was cold, did I want to take it off. I didn't want to, I
didn't want that he should see I had on no shorts but at the same
time I did and I suspect he knew or at least wished I'd undress for
him.
Oso expressed surprise and Ethan continued...
--Really, I had some strange feelings from him. I was getting erect
and I wanted him to touch me but finally I pushed his hand away from
my singlet and said I would be ok. He patted my thigh a couple more
times and talked about skiing this winter. He said my mother
suggested we might get acquainted and he might come to dinner some
time.
--Do you think he wants to have sex with you Ethan, like we do?
--I don't know for sure but I think I do. I wonder if he would let me
suck him. I wonder what he would feel like in my bum...
--What would you want to do that for?
--Just to find out what its like I guess. Anyhow he let me off at the
end of my street and I stripped off everything as he drove away so he
might have seen in his mirror but he hasn't said anything in school.
The van came to a halt at that same end of the street and the boys
tumbled out with their bikes and kits. Oso's mother holler'd
something in their native tongue, her words cut off by a sibling
slamming the rear doors, and she drove away. Both boys stood naked in
the drizzle before she was out of sight and then they shivered.
--We ain't gonna be able to do this much longer I'll bet.
--Naa, if we do it every day we'll be use to it. Let's get moving.
Since its only you and me this time we're gonna stay in my room in
the big house. And I've got a couple of ideas I want to try if your
game.
--What are they? Will we be able to talk with Shivaji too? And swim?
--And more. First I want to see how long we can keep each other hard
without coming off and then I want to see how many times we can do it
in one night and maybe how many different ways. I want to try doing
it in the pool like seals.
Oso agreed that all sounded like fun and as they rode up the hill
they were erect despite the shriveling cold. At the house they left
their bikes by the front door and moved their kit to Ethan's room.
Despite the gloomy afternoon the boy's room was bright and airy.
Windows looked out on three sides, over the pool and office and the
hill where the spring was. Ethan mentioned that one of his chores
this weekend would be to hike to the spring and see that it was clear
of leaves. That could be a chilly walk, but both grimaced at the
thought of wearing clothes.
First stop was the pool tho, the hike would wait for the morrow when
it might be warmer. In the heated pool Ethan and Oso tried sixty-
nining and could get coupled but neither could hold their breath long
enough without giggling to get anywhere. Taking turns at each other
bums presented its own set of difficulties and before they had
figured out how to grasp and plunge and keep their heads above water
all at the same time Natasha arrived and put a damper on their play.
They chased each other around the pool for a while as a steam rose
into the twilight and then Ethan's mom called them to clean up for
dinner. Ethan led them all up the outside ladder to his room, Natasha
went on to her room while Oso and his host toweled off and played
with each other enough to regain their fine erections.
--Hey Oso! Let's dress for dinner. What's your favourite colour?
--Red! or Green, something that goes well with my black hair.
--I like blue, light blue.
Ethan got out some bandannas. Blue and green, and some finger paints.
They wore the bandannas round their necks and painted each other with
lines and circles. Each boy's cock was the other boy's colour, a
signal that was not lost on Ethan's father.
--You know Ethan its really neat that you can run around like this at
home. At my house my dad would whip me if he found me naked and I
can't imagine what he would do if he found me playing with my self or
my brothers. Even tho in the oral histories of my tribe it is said
the warriors often rode to battle naked and painted. My dad says that
was then and this is now. They were savages and we are civilised.
I'll tell you Ethan, I feel more at home here. With you.
--Well it is different here but it was even more different in my old
house and school. Now my folks are careful to be aware of the
feelings of the neighbors, that's why we live way out here. And when
people come to visit we have to get dressed or stay out of the way.
Once just after we moved here Natasha and me came in from the pool
and there were a couple of ladies having tea with my folks. I should
have noticed. But we walked right in and had some cookies and went up
to our rooms. One of the ladies said: Oh how cute, your children are
so innocent. But the other was all upset. She was indignant and
embarrassed. Natasha didn't understand but I was upset and confused
for a while and for a week I was always wearing clothes until we
finally talked it out. Now I feel just the other way. I think its
stupid to wear clothes just cos you have to for some dumb rules.
That's probly why I try to get away with it at school.
At dinner the boys sat together and between bites would check each
other's tent pole to see if it was properly holding up his napkin and
letting it relax only when it was time to help with the dishes. After
dinner was put away they all went to sit by the fire and further
recount their day for each other.
Ethan explained to Oso that this was a tradition in their family that
they each told what they had done that day. While the boys lounged on
a large couch the adults sat in overstuffed chairs. Natasha moved
from mother to father as each had their say as if she were absorbing
by osmosis more than they were speaking. When it was Ethan's turn she
wriggled into his lap and managed to position herself on her back
with her nates cradling his penis and her feet variously on his
chest, shoulders, face. Her head hung down over his knees and they
held hands. As he started to speak he felt himself getting hard
again, something that had not happened before with this sort of
contact with his sister. They had often bathed and slept together and
now he sensed that time was past. As he spoke he could see into her
and noticed things he'd not seen before and wondered what it was like
in there. His voice telling its story of the day sounded disembodied
to his own ears as he remembered a time before his sister was walking
when he put his nose deep between her chubby thighs and found that
little slit which now seemed so gaping wide he might fall in at any
moment.
Natasha rolled away and stood on the couch between him and Oso when
it was her turn and Ethan pulled a nearby pillow into his lap to hide
his erection. He did not want his folks to see his hardon, to see
that he might be excited after such close contact with her.
When it was Oso's turn to speak he stuttered a bit. So far he had
been successful in keeping his embarrassment over being naked in
front of these adults who could be his parents under control by more
or less ignoring them. Now he had to look at them and address them.
Natasha stepped down to the floor in front of him and he looked at
her and told her his story and all went well.
Ethan's father suggested they adjourn to the hot tub. With hot
chocolate, Natasha added. With peppermint schnapps, Ethan added. In
the tub the paint from their bodies swirled away as the smells of
chocolate and peppermint mingled with spruce and fir. Ethan's father
came to each of his children in turn and caressed them, rubbing
shoulders, touching faces. Oso looked on, embarrassed again, and
longing for that same affection which til now he did not know he was
missing. Once again Natasha sensed his discomfort and came to stand
on the bench beside him. She hugged the boy and he hugged her.
After they had all soaked for an hour the parents took Natasha and
headed in. Ethan's father admonished his son...
--You boys shower before you go to bed and try to get some sleep
tonight. Don't spend all night playing with those joysticks.
--Was he talking about the computer Ethan? Do you have joysticks now?
--What do you think Oso? There are joysticks and there are joysticks.
They toweled dry and went to the playroom. Sure enough Ethan's
computer sported two joysticks and when they had finally caught up to
Shivaji and Peter Ethan announced they had a joystick in each hand,
:Painted Pony --...One real and one virtual!
:Spinning Top --I'm jealous PP. When can I come and visit next?
:Painted Pony --Next month. Haven't you heard? Maybe I'm not supposed
to tell you but you are all coming for the weekend of Thanksgiving.
Even my little brother will be home.
Ethan and Oso danced along the edge of orgasm for an hour this way,
taking turns typing to their friends and stroking each other. Finally
they left Peter and Shivaji in the tree house and log'd off. The
grass was wet and the sky clear as they walked to the ladder to
Ethan's room from the outside shower. Tomorrow would be warm enough.
In Ethan's room one wall had a sleeping alcove set into it. Like a
small cave, it was a perfect secure place for a young boy to sleep.
In another year or so he would have to move out of it as he could
only just sit upright in the middle and was nearly too tall to
stretch out. But for now it was perfect and especially for two young
boys laying together as these two were. Their closeness had them both
wound up.
They tried not to talk with their mouths full and worked quietly so
as not to wake Natasha who's sleeping alcove was just on the other
side of the wall. First coming was in each other's mouth. Then they
petted and talked and came again by hand, then again by mutual hands
and again by mouth but this time in turn rather than together.
Finally Oso fell asleep and Ethan mounted him from the rear and came
again. And again. Then he rolled the sleeping Little Bear (Bare?)
over and tried to imagine what Mr. Kalaji would feel like, taste
like, as he sucked the bare bear.
Later Oso woke. Ethan lay beside him, spread eagled, skin almost
glowing faintly in the dark alcove. He knelt between the legs and
bowed his head as if praying to the phallus as it rose to meet the
touch of his lips. He too thought of what sucking Mr.Kalaji would be
like. Would he be as big as a banana? Ethan's father did not look all
that much bigger than himself but he'd never seen a man erect before.
Does a man taste different than a boy? They smell different, he'd
noticed that. Boys like him smelled clean and sweet even when they
were dirty and sweaty after a hard play but men were acrid, musky,
most of the time. He took Ethan's cock in his mouth and for an
instant there was a faint smell that reminded him of changing his
younger brother's nappy. He had nuzzled with that boy as he saw his
older sister do and was surprised at the thrill it gave him. His
first sexual experience with a boy was kissing his baby brother's
genitals. Oso's thoughts came back to the cock in his mouth and the
boy it was part of. Were they lovers? he asked his Self. His older
sister had a lover. He knew that from the way they walked together.
He knew they showered together. Slept together. Did sleeping together
make you lovers? Oso often slept with his brothers, when it was cold,
when they had relatives visit, when one or another of his siblings
would have a friend sleep over. Did that make them lovers the same
way as now, as his sister? Ethan shot off in his mouth and he
swallowed. He continued to tongue the glans and play it with his lips
and soon felt the taste of warm pee. Oso let it go then and Ethan's
pee washed over his own belly and chest. Oso lay in it and added his
own, peeing beside his lover, into their bellys touching. He kissed
Ethan.
In the morning they made a pact and sealed it with their own blood.
Oso drew a small knife from a sheath about his neck and made a cut in
the heel of his hand. Blood welled in the cut and he gave the knife
to Ethan who did the same to his hand.
--To be lovers, Oso said
--At least until we're old enough to know better.
They shook hands and embraced. Next order of business was to clean up
their mess in the sleeping alcove and then their own bodies. Like the
day before they took every opportunity to assure the other's
erection. At breakfast, a standup affair, Oso stood close behind
Ethan and they played at being a two-headed, three-armed boy. One of
Oso's hands was busy under the counter holding the two together
whilst his other fed Ethan who used one hand to feed Oso. Natasha was
rolling on the floor in fits of laughter and even Ethan's mother was
amused for a while.
Soon the boys were covered with oatmeal and orange juice. Bits of
toast were stuck on their faces and the floor was littered with
jetsam. But they tired of it and bent to the task of cleaning up when
the sun reminded them of Ethan's chores.
The sun was warm on their skin and the air cool under the eves of the
forest. The boys were exhilarated by the smell of spruce and fir, and
the boughs and grasses tickling them as they ran up the trail, they
were nearly intoxicated by the special friendship they formed. By the
time they reached the pool they were hot and ran under the falls but
the water was too cold to play in so they continued to the spring.
Ethan cleaned the water of the autumn leaves and then they continued
to the bare crest of the hill and looked around. The village lay off
to the south under the midday sun, all round them were the colours of
autumn.
With an elan possessed of young lovers he went to his knees in front
of Oso who buried his hands in the young boy's red curls and held him
tight. Who cares what sharp eye of eagle or hawk might see them now,
both boys knew what was right for them and that was all that
mattered.
Off to one side, on the next hilltop, a boy-man not old enough to be
father to these lads used his hand to quell the ache their sport
caused in his loins and marked these two in his mind. Perhaps he just
did not go far enough that rainy day last week. Now he wondered anew
how he might get his own hands into those red curls and what those
tan nates would feel like against his belly.
Before Oso could even the score Ethan dragged him away, down the
trail, where they walked slowly for a while, gathering beechnuts and
the few remaining blueberries. The nuts were good but not plentiful,
the deer had beat them to it Ethan thought. They walked slowly along
the stream and watched for problems with the pipe that carried water
from the spring to the pool and house below. Everything looked good,
no kinks or breaks. It was important that the water flow all winter.
Back at the house they got their bikes and went down the gravel drive
to the paved town road. They stood in the shadows, beside their
bikes, in view of the street as a few cars went by. Ethan was excited
by the risk of getting caught out here, a ten year old boy, nude on a
public street in a community that did not see things the way he did
but he felt for Oso who's father would beat the daylights out of him
were he to bring such shame upon his family. Who's values were
confused here? Why were there such strong emotions? What would
happen, really, if they were caught? They stood talking until a small
dark green sports car came over the top of the hill above them and
they raced back up the drive.
--Do you think that was him?
--Ya! It looked like his car.
--Why did we run? I thought you want to be seen by him?
--I do. And I don't. Not yet at least. Not now. Of all the cars that
would go by he would be likely to stop and I guess I'm not ready. And
as much as I would like you to be with me I would not want you to be
caught by someone who might turn us in. Your dad would never let us
play together again.
--You're right Ethan. Sorry.
They rode up the drive beyond the house and further north where the
drive became little more than a trail. Ethan stopped from time to
time to break branches either to clear them or let them be markers
for when he expected the trail to be buried in snow. Eventually they
passed well above a small cabin in the woods below.
--That's the cabin he rents. He lives there alone.
--Want to go spy on him?
--I doubt he's there, I don't see his car, unless its in the front.
... No, not this time.
--But now's a good time, later there'll be snow and we'll leave a
trail.
--I'll wait til I'm invited over. My mom said he might come to dinner
some time and maybe I can ask him for some help with my studies; that
would get me an invite.
--You really do want to suck him don't you. You're gonna seduce him
if you have to.
The boys continued round the loop, round the hill the boy-man had
watched them from, between his hill and theirs, and back to Ethan's
grassy yard and pool. His mother had tea ready and they sat by the
fire and talked about the spring and skiing and how deep would be the
snow.
Ethan went about his seduction of the third grade teacher carefully
although he did not really think of it that way. On a warm day in mid
November he was running barefoot about the playground when Mr.Kalaji
was out with his kids. Ethan approached the teacher and asked if he
would look at a scratched knee. Mr.Kalaji knelt before the boy and
picked up the leg to be examined, Ethan had to grab for support.
Their eyes met and both smiled. His singlet was long enough so the
man could not see under it but of course if the boy were to fall,
well that would not be good in the school yard. When the examination
was complete the man stood and as he did patted Ethan on the bum, let
his fingers run up between the boy's nates. But he could not be sure.
--Ethan why don't you wear any shoes and trousers like the other
kids? Aren't you cold? How much longer do you think your parents or
your teachers will let you run around half naked?
--Why don't the other kids take off their clothes? Why do I have to
put any on? Besides, I'm tough. The school I use to go to was better
than this one. And that reminds me... What do you think of clothing
optional beaches?
--Why do you ask?
--Cos
--I've been to a few.
--Good.
Over the next week Mr.Kalaji took every opportunity watch Ethan
closely without arousing the boy's suspicion. At his own classes at
University, where his professor was Ethan's mother, he discussed his
research into the sexual awareness and identity of children without
disclosing his present subject nor his feelings toward the boy.
Peter and his family came for the Thanksgiving weekend. Jeremy,
Ethan's brother who was a year younger than Peter, came home at the
same time. The weather was cold, a hint of snow hung in the air and
the children, except when running between the house and the pool,
wore jumpers and boots at the very least to go outside. But inside,
the house was warmed by the big wood stove at one end of the long
room and the fireplace at the other. The floor around the front door
was littered with boots and jumpers, snowsuits hung on pegs at
different heights for different kids. The wood stove was under
Ethan's room and vents in the floor brought him an ample supply of
warm air. The kids were parceled out amongst the bedrooms and the
little house, Peter would sleep with Ethan. But sleep would have to
wait for the pool beckoned and they expected to meet Shivaji in the
tree house.
There were eight kids in the pool for a while, swimming off pent up
energy held in check during hours of travel. Jeremy had stories to
tell of his school to which Ethan and Peter listened eagerly for news
of their mates and old teachers. Eventually they dropped out by ones
and twos until only the two oldest boys were left and then they
toweled off and went to the playroom and the computer.
The night was quiet and dark, a low cloud hid the moon most of the
time; but in the virtual community of KidsNet all was bright and
sunny. It was morning at the tree house and they arrived before
Shivaji. Peter explained that he and Shivaji had been building a flet
above the tree house to give them a better view. It could be used for
a place to sleep under the stars or a place to catch rides with the
friendly eagles. Shivaji had good news but he was not able to tell
them straight out. In the code that they had between them he alluded
to a friend who thought as they, who had a nice home where he could
work after school. There was a computer and a pool and a real tree
house.
:Painted Pony --Are you in good hands?
:Buddha --Oh yes, he is very good to me.
:Painted Pony --I have found a man friend too. He is a teacher and
lives not far away. I hope my parents will let me see him more than
just at school.
:Buddha --Namaste PP. Tread softly so you do not scare him off. I
will go now and leave you to close up. A new joy awaits us both.
Ethan was excited at this news, he felt a kinship with Shivaji
different from that with Oso or Peter. Peter sat by his side and
looked puzzled.
--What was that all about?
--I think Shivaji just got a new joystick to play with and maybe I'm
jealous. Come on, lets close this up and go to bed.
Snow swirled about them when Peter opened the door. It was a good
hundred meters across to the big house and they were as usual in
their skysuits. Ethan found an old jumper of his father's that they
could get into together. It reminded him of the two-headed boy trick
he'd done with Oso. The jumper covered them but made walking a trick
and the two were laughing deliriously when they finally got to the
big house. They fell together into a heap of quivering arms and legs
in front of the fire and waited until the snow had melted from their
feet before removing the jumper. That done, Peter's older sister
served them hot chocolate with schnapps which they drank quietly.
In an hour Peter and Ethan were in his sleeping alcove. Peter was
thinking about Ethan; Ethan was thinking about Mr.Kalaji. Trying to
picture him without clothing. He was taller than Ethan's father, did
that mean his penis would be longer? He had never seen his father
erect, not fully anyhow, did a man's erection stick up like his, like
Peter's?
They were laying close together, fondling...
--Ethan, do you want to suck me again like you did before? I want to
do it to you again.
--How about if we take turns, then do it together later. You go
first.
--When will I start making cum like you do?
--I don't know, maybe next year?
--Will you suck me then too?
--If I don't then someone else will no doubt.
--Can I make you cum with my hand so I can see the cum come?
--Sure but you have to start with your mouth to get it wet.
In the morning the boys were up early and hungry after a good sleep.
Little had come of their nocturnal romping, both were asleep before
the first shot was fired.
At breakfast Ethan's mother announced the plan of the day. The
festive dinner would be served in mid afternoon. Prior to that
everyone would have tasks assigned or they could volunteer to help
with the preparations. There was wood to bring in, vegies to prepare,
table to set. The turkey needed stuffing before it could be roasted
on the barbie.
--We are expecting only one guest; Mr.Kalaji, a student of mine at
University and a teacher at Ethan's school, will arrive around noon.
If he is not held up by the weather.
--Will we dress for him? Ethan asked.
--He knows our ways, I believe he will undress for us.
Ethan had expressed surprise at this news so she knew Mr.Kalaji had
not mentioned it to him. She took special attention of the boy's
comment and spoke to him privately that she did not want this to
become an issue at school.
--We have taught you by our example to believe in the beauty of your
own body and your own mind Ethan. You are not embarrassed by your
body, I know how much you love to run sans clothing and I hope that
love will persist through your adolescence. Mr.Kalaji is not
embarrassed either but I doubt it would go over well if Mr.Kalaji
were known to be cavorting in the nude with students from his school.
When Ethan asked what she meant by cavorting she replied that it
would be different if Mr.Kalaji were solely a friend of the family or
even if he were only her student but for him to be a teacher in
Ethan's school and to make merry at a party with his students would
be considered as unseemly behaviour in their community.
After the children were busy with their tasks the two mothers
discussed Mr.Kalaji - the nature of his studies - sex with children -
rape vs. seduce. Peter's mother was not sure she wanted a strange man
as close to her sons as they might be in the pool for instance when
all were nude.
--What difference does nude make? What difference does strange make?
Its not like he might rape your son, or mine. And we both know that
most of that sort of problem occurs between relatives rather than
with strangers or friends. If anything I suspect that Ethan will
seduce this man before the man has anything to do with him. Anything
the boy learns from him will make a greater impact than us telling
him and be far better than him learning the same lessons on the
street.
--So your not afraid of your son having sex with this man? What if he
is hurt? What if it... changes him? Makes him not like girls.
--It would do him good to have a strong relationship with this man
and so much the better if it evolves into a few sexual lessons. His
father works very hard at being his father but a father does not
provide for everything a young boy needs to grow. Ethan will not be
hurt. He is strong. And hurt implies rape and Mr.Kalaji is not
capable of that. He loves the boy. Nor will Ethan be changed. I
believe he is already settled in his Way but needs to have some
reinforcement to clear away his own doubt and guilt.
The weather was not improving. The snow that had started the night
before continued with a light wind and was now at a depth of more
than half a meter everywhere they could see except for the pool which
was steaming into the cold air. But right at noon a man skied up to
the front door and came in to shake snow from his jumper onto the
gaggle of naked children come to greet him. Under his jumper he wore
a bright green tight fitting snow suit and when he peeled it away he
was as naked as they.
When Ethan and the others were formally introduced he went to stand
close to this man and marvel at his hirsuteness. Great curls of
reddish gold were piled upon the man's chest and shoulders and ran
down his back and legs. His pudenda was such a mass of hair it
rivaled Ethan's own head and his penis was nearly invisible in it.
For an instant Ethan was conscious of his own nudity, his penis
sticking out for all, especially this man, to see and he was wont to
cover it but instead he turned his belly against the man's thigh and
reached to touch his back with admiration.
Ethan's mother brought Mr.Kalaji a cup of hot tea and admonished the
children to return to their chores. Ethan and Peter returned to
carrying wood, calling over his shoulder as they passed into the
woodshed behind the great stone fireplace:
--Come and help us when you are through.
Mr.Kalaji helped the two fathers get the turkey ready for the fire
and then helped the older boys with the wood they were carrying to
the fireplace and the wood stove. When the rest of the kids had
finished with their chores he asked nobody in particular...
--Is there time for a swim before...
--Now? In the snow?
...several kids responded; for it was still snowing.
--Now is the best time of all. You run through the snow and slide on
your belly right into the warm pool. And then you get out and do it
again.
--You're crazy! But it sounds like a great idea. Lets go! before
somebody changes our mind.
And they were all out the door, yelling as if their voices would cut
a path for them to the pool. The man was in first followed closely by
Ethan and Peter and then the rest...and out as quickly on the other
side and back again.
The kids gathered round this boy-man to test him now. They forgot his
credentials of adult and teacher; he was a naked animal as they were
and they had to bring him into the pack or reject him so they climbed
on him and pulled and pushed him to bring him down. One by one he
picked them up, boys and girls alike and threw them into the water
away from himself. And then while they swam to the attack he dived to
swim under them. Ethan manoeuvred to brush close and feel their
bodies touch but when the boy-man turned he was lost in the
turbulence. They went round again, each child climbing on his back to
dive from his shoulders or letting themselves get boosted from the
water by his hand in their crotch. Again Ethan swam close, from
behind, between his legs, touching them, wriggling, feeling his cock
brush past that one that he had dreamed of and then feeling himself
lifted high over head and thrown away like a caber at the games of
Summerhill. This teacher reminded him of one he'd known there, one
who would roll in the mud with the kids one minute and the next be
teaching them Latin and music. All his teachers now were stuffy
grown-ups; he was in love with this man in an instant.
After a while the little ones tired of this rough play and went in
leaving only Ethan and Peter and his older sister with Mr.Kalaji. And
suddenly he was Mr.Kalaji again. He had been accepted into their pack
but at the same time he was, to Ethan especially, still a teacher and
an adult. But not a grown-up; there was hope for him yet. They swam
laps and floated and stood out of the water so the snow fell on their
skin. Peter watch'd his sisters pubescent nipples stiffen and Ethan
watched the man watch him. Finally after one more lap around the pool
Mr.Kalaji led them out to roll again in the snow and then run inside
and towel dry by the fire. Dinner was a dress-up affair. The girls
all wore saris tied at the waist. The boys and adults had various
robes and kimonos. Mr.Kalaji wore white silk with a black belt to tie
it. They ate slowly and talked through one course after another and
the snow continued into desert and coffee by the fire.
It was dark when they started to drift back to the kitchen. The
littlest kids were left by the fire, Natasha, Jeremy, Kevin, were
asleep and would be carried to bed later. Peter, his older sister and
parents, Ethan, his parents and Mr.Kalaji, began to clean up the
table and put away food. Peter and Ethan undressed so as not to get
their kimonos wet whilst they washed dishes. When the kitchen was
clean the boys sat by the fire and played dominos whilst the adults
talked but soon they too grew tired and went off to bed. It was
crowded in Ethan's sleeping alcove that night. Jeremy was there and
two of Peter's little brothers were curled together. Ethan snuggled
in between Peter on one side and his brother on the other. Almost
immediately it seemed he awoke and was puzzled cos he could not
remember going to sleep. He wanted to pee. When he returned to his
warm spot under the down comforter he played with himself and thought
again about Mr.Kalaji.
Tadzio Kalaji. How could someone with such a dark name have such red-
golden hair. No matter, lying here with all these boys around him
reminded him of his Summerhill school and he liked that very much.
Now he had found a teacher, an adult he could be friends with and he
was beginning to like it here. Then he reached for the boys to either
side and could not remember at first which was Peter and which his
brother. Peter was bigger, everywhere.
The morning was bright and cold. Like a crystal land of faerie as the
sun refracted into a thousand rainbows in the snow. The steam rising
from the pool had added to the hoarfrost of the nearby trees. Ethan
slipped out of bed and went down to put wood on the fire. Mr.Kalaji
was in the kitchen with fresh coffee. Over a steaming mug of it,
sweetened with condensed milk, the boy announced he was going out to
the shower,
--would you like to come?
--I would that. There is no shower at my cabin yet, so far the only
time I get to indulge in that luxury is at school after all of you
urchins have left.
Ethan smiled at the word urchin. When his coffee was gone he fetched
some towels and grabbed Mr.Kalaji by the hand.
--Come then, before the others are up and about. They'll just be
wanting to get in on all the fun.
The snow in the outside shower melted rapidly under the onslaught of
hot water and a great cloud boiled up around and over them.
--Would you like me to wash your back? My dad and me wash each others
back sometimes.
As soon as he said that he knew this teacher would correct him: My
dad and I. but he didn't. Perhaps he didn't want to be a teacher on
his days off.
--That would be super Ethan. I don't have any boys of my own to wash
my back, its been a long time since anyone has done that for me.
Ethan stood on the seat-shelf that ran round the inside of the
shower. This man was taller than his father and he had to stand close
and stretch to reach his shoulders. Soon the broad hairy back was
lathered and scratched to the nates below. The boy stopped.
--How was that? Do you want me to go any further? I will if you like.
--Are you sure that's ok? Would you like me to wash your back first.
Give you a little rest.
Ethan agreed and turned around quickly. This man's hands were
stronger than his dad's and he massaged the boy shoulders to buttocks
like his mother kneading bread. As he began to work his way down
below his nates Ethan could feel the man's fingers brush under his
testicles. When the man had finished with his legs he felt weak and
rubbery but gamely turned round to continue the trade. Emboldened
somewhat by all that had gone on so far he reached through under the
man's bum and lathered his perineum, casually bumping the testicles
in the process. But his hands were no match for those that had
massaged his thighs. It was a few minutes before he was satisfied
he'd done his best and stood up again. The man turned.
His penis was slightly tumid, not hard or erect, but sticking out of
its curly nest and pointed nearly at the boy's chest. The hair around
it was matted and that enhanced the size the boy saw but it was
unquestionably the largest such organ Ethan had ever seen. He stood
under the warm rain from the shower, bent slightly forward, one hand
reaching for his own erection, the other wavering to the side of the
man's. His mouth opened and closed several times as if he wanted to
say Wow! over and over. Finally he looked up slowly.
--Do you want to touch it Ethan?
The boy nodded. His hand moved within inches of this thing he had
dreamed of sucking on.
--Do you want to do more than touch it? What do you want to do with
it Ethan?
Ethan opened and closed his mouth and nodded again. His hand moved
closer. The man leaned a bit and his erection brushed the boy's
chest. Ethan sat back, the spell broken.
--Man, that's the biggest cock I've ever seen.
--It would make quite a mouthful for a young lad of your size.
--Maybe, but it don't really look any bigger than some of the turds
I've laid. Is going in any different than coming out?
--Maybe someday you can find out first hand. Right now I think we are
not ready for each other.
On the way back the house they both took a roll in the deep snow. The
skiing would be great for a few days but it would all melt before the
next week was over. After breky Peter and Ethan dressed in the same
sort of close fitting ski suit Mr.Kalaji wore and got their skis out
to go with him part way back to his cabin. They skied out along the
trail to the spring but then went between the hills and came round
above the cabin. As they passed below the spring hill the man asked
Ethan if he went often to the top of that hill.
--Oh yes! It is one of my favourite places.
--I think perhaps I may have seen you there once.
Ethan was not sure he was annoyed or ecstatic. Of all the times he
had almost been trying to be seen this man probly saw him when he was
sucking on Oso at the top of that hill a few weeks ago. He wants me
to suck him as much as I want to do it, thought the boy, and I had my
chance.
When they came to parting Ethan asked Mr.Kalaji if he knew Karate. If
that was what the black belt was for.
--No and yes, a little. I know some Tai chi and I know how to ski.
But not enough of either for a black belt.
--I'm a pretty good skier. Perhaps we can trade, like with back
washes; I'll show you some skiing if you'll show me some Tai chi.
A pact was made between them and they agreed to a meeting the
following weekend.
Peter and Ethan pushed through the deep snow down from the height of
land toward home. The track that Tadzio, for that was how he was
beginning to think of this boy-man, had made was completely filled.
Tomorrow they would do this round again and it would be fast. It was
late afternoon when the boys arrived at the house blushed and sweaty
from their exertion; it was a race to see who could strip first and
get to the pool. The cold snow against their skin was refreshing and
the warm water soothing as they went in and out of the pool over and
over.
That night they went to the tree house for a while but no one else
was around and they were tired from the day so they logged off early
and climbed the ladder to bed.
Ethan had wanted to shower but Peter went on so he followed. They
started off to have a suck of each other now that they had the alcove
all their own again but both were interrupted by sleep. Ethan dreamt
of Tadzio and Oso taking turns at each end of him. He saw himself
floating, suspended, between the two, as if he were a boy-bead strung
on a cock-string sliding to and fro on it. Somebody out of the
picture was beating him off with their hand but they were brutal and
hurt and they kept at him even after he was raw and bleeding, yet
still it felt good.
This day was a bit warmer but still too cold for skysuits. They
dressed again in the ski suits and were out to warm up before breky.
Soon the rest of the kids and adults were on skis and all went off up
the trail toward the height of land with Peter and Ethan taking turns
at the lead. They skied quickly round the hill on the track of
yesterday and then broke away to go up over the spring hill and down
along the stream. At the top the two fathers broke out thermoses of
hot turkey soup and hot chocolate and cookies.
Peter and his family went home after tea. Ethan didn't bother with
the tree house. Vishnaji was no doubt with his new friend, Peter was
not home yet, Oso... Who knows where Oso is just now, not here to be
sure. What's a boy to do? Suddenly he was too big to curl up with his
father and besides Jeremy had already taken that spot. He went and
lay by the fire and played with the dominos.
Natasha came and sat by him. She rubbed his back and he wrestled with
her a little and then went to bed.
In the night he woke. For the first time in days, his bed seemed a
vast empty plain, he was alone in it and could not even find himself.
He wandered for what seemed a long while eventually coming across a
sleeping boy. He laid beside this boy and recognised his brother and
began to stroke the boy and feel him all over as if to see if he were
real or dream. The boy woke.
--What are you doing Ethan?
--I don't know. Waking up? I was having a really strange dream in my
bed; I was dreaming I found you in a big field and then I was trying
to see if this, what I found, is really you and then I wake up here
and it is you. I guess I have missed you a lot Jeremy.
--I've missed you too Ethan. How come we're going to different
schools now?
--I don't know. At first I didn't like this one but its not as bad
now. Still I wish I could go back to Summerhill, there's too many
rules at this school and most of them are stupid rules and the
teachers are all grown-ups, except for Mr.Kalaji but I didn't know
that until just this weekend. Now he's ok but I still would rather be
at Summerhill. How are you doing?
--Ok I guess. My grades are good and I play soccer and go on hikes
with the Wolf Cubs. How are grown-up teachers different from the kind
at my school?
--All your teachers are like Mr.Kalaji. They're fun to be with, they
keep us going by example and they slow us down and make us behave by
example. The grown-up teachers I have make rules. You can't just
stand up and say excuse me when you want to go pee you have to raise
your hand and wait until the teacher calls you and then you have to
ask if you can go to the bathroom. There's no baths there but your
not allowed to say toilet. Everyone has to go to recess together; you
can't just go for a walk outside when you want to think about
something and there's no pool and no mudhole, and all the kids wear
clothes all the time cos they think being naked is weird or dirty.
Cept me, I've managed to spend a few days there with naught on but a
singlet. And my best friend Oso, he does it too sometimes now that I
showed him but he's scared his dad will beat him. Remember that
teacher who use to talk about the difference between People and
Human? I think all these teachers are people, and most of the kids
too.
--Uggg! That sounds like a awful place.
--It is... Say, have any of your friends showed you how to play with
your self yet? Are you big enough for that yet?
--I don't know. What does that mean? Big enough for what?
--You know that little door in between the bedroom and the toilet,
the short-cut that's cut out like a silhouette? Can you still fit
through there without bumping your head?
--I can still wriggle through but don't much anymore. Why?
--That was mostly the way the older kids figured out if a boy was
ready.
--Ready for what?
--To learn to play with himself. To masturbate and to masturbate
each other.
--How?
The boys had been laying on their sides, noses and toes almost
touching; now Ethan reached between his brother's legs and showed him
a toy he hadn't known was there. He tickled the youngster softly,
slowly, felt him rise. He put his brother's hand where he would feel
himself harden and then after a bit more he petted the boy's thighs
and belly. Then he stopped.
--I been hard before but not like this, I didn't know I could make it
get hard. Is this what some kids do together when they're giggling
under their blankets.
--And sometimes in the shower or in the grass. And there's more too.
--Show me what more.
So Ethan went down and sucked on his little brother and Jeremy
learned the taste of cum and when they had that orgasm Ethan opened a
way into his brother's bum and came there as well. Then he got on his
knees and folded his body to help Jeremy find his way into him and
taught him how a boy can love a boy. Ethan finally went to sleep and
Jeremy continued to practice his lessons, fascinated by the new-found
power he had over his body and that of his brother.
The following week at school Ethan told Oso about the dinner and the
swimming and the snow but not about the shower. He told Oso that soon
they must come together to visit Mr.Kalaji but he did not tell him
that Tadzio had agreed to tutor him nor that he knew in his heart
where that would lead. Oso had only to say that his father had caught
him masturbating in the shower and had beaten him. He'd demanded to
be told who taught his son this filth and promised to watch his
friends closely to find out when the boy refused to tell. Ethan
leaned close to whisper something and Oso pushed him away.
--I cannot be seen like this with you or he will never let me come to
your house again.
Mr.Kalaji was aloof no matter how Ethan tried to corner him. Finally
one day after school he told Ethan that they could not have a double
life. If he was to see the boy after school as a friend then he could
not see him during school as a student.
It seemed ages before the weekend finally arrived. Saturday morning
Ethan finished his chores in record time and dressed for the walk to
Tadzio's cabin. His mother tried not to show her concern. She had
been listening to Oso's mother talk about the bad habits her son had
picked up somewhere recently but she was loath to talk about exactly
what he had done. As much as she knew it was merely boyish playing
and not anything of Mr.Kalaji's doing and as much as she did not want
to destroy her son's trust or stifle his growth she still felt she
had to remind him to keep his clothes on if he felt uncomfortable.
Ethan listened to her rambling with patience. He understood most of
what she said about the things boys do together, after all he was
getting to be an old hand at being a boy, but was confused by some of
what she didn't say about appropriate behaviour, time and place, the
right people. Finally he came right out and asked.
--Is Mr.Kalaji a right people? Is there anything he might do that you
would think to be wrong?
--Mr.Kalaji is the best person I know to teach you what he will, to
show you what you will learn sooner or later. I trust him and I trust
you my son. I only want to be sure that you appreciate that what ever
you do together should cause you no pain. No force. That is why he
cannot see you as a student and be your tutor in these matters as
well. And do be careful with Oso. He is your best friend, I know you
love him very much but his father has different beliefs than us and
he will beat your friendship out of Oso.
Ethan's only reply to all this was to say he wanted to return to
Summerhill.
>From just beyond the height of land he could look down through the
leafless trees to the small cabin. The green MG was drawn up beside
it; that it was good to know where he parked it suddenly flashed
through his mind. Smoke curled from the brick chimney on the north
end and also from a stove pipe on the near side. In the summer it
would be hard to see the place, thought Ethan; I'll bet he was able
to hike from here all the way to that hill he saw me from with
nothing on. I wonder if he knew about me before he saw me. I'll bet
he did since he knows my mom.
Ethan turned down toward the cabin. In between where the MG sat and
the brick chimney was a mudroom. That looked to be the main entrance.
There he was met by Tadzio Kalaji, dressed in a light jumper with
shorts and warm sheepskin house-boots. Ethan followed the man inside
and removed his windproof and boots in the mudroom. The cabin was one
large space with internal partitions and curtains dividing it into
smaller areas. A ladder opposite the fireplace went to a loft above
what looked to be sleeping and toilet areas. To the right was a
dining corner and kitchen, to the left a large window looked down the
drive. Tadzio offered the boy a mug of tea and they sat by the fire.
Things were somehow different Ethan felt without all the other kids
around. He was not sure just how to proceed. It was almost like
finding the man clothed had set him off guard. Well, it added to the
mystery and the challenge to be sure, but what next. He really came
here to trade lessons, skiing for Tai chi. But there was not enough
snow for any serious skiing and he did not know the first thing about
Tai chi.
--I like your cabin. My mom said you can come and use our shower
anytime. She said you sometimes bathe in the river but that will get
hard when it freezes. What are we gonna do first? There's not enough
snow to do much skiing. We could talk about it...
--There is certainly a lot to talk about. Tai chi is a good place to
start then. Some of the exercises and stretches I have found to be
helpful with skiing and it is a good discipline for the mind as well.
Tadzio went on for a while as they sipped at tea about how Tai chi
and Zen helped the mind and body. He demonstrated a few stretches and
positions and invited Ethan to try them. The boy proved to be an apt
student and was quickly able to relax and sit quietly for long
moments or to stretch and dance the first positions of Tai chi.
--I did some gymnastics at Summerhill, that was my old school.
--I have read a little of their ideas about the education of
children. Tell me some about how it worked for you.
--Well compared to our school Summerhill is more like a family or a
bunch of friends. All the people are more equal and at the same time
each kid is recognised as an individual. You don't have to go to
class if you would rather go for a walk or do something else like
help in the kitchen or read... you just can't spend the day lying in
bed, you have to at least go out. And when you're in class you don't
have to ask permission to go pee and you call things what they are,
not some silly grown-up words. All the kids learn the right names for
things.
--Like what things?
--Like penis for instance instead of having to say private parts. And
like toilet instead of calling it a bathroom when there is no bath
there. And everyone is responsible for what they do, you can never
blame anything on somebody else.
--If you could walk in and out of class any time, how did they
maintain discipline?
--They didn't have to maintain anything. We did it all together. The
teachers made each kid feel important and special. The whole class,
sometimes the whole school moves with a mind rather than by a
teacher's order. And there weren't really classes, or grades, like we
have now. The older kids helped teach the younger ones. It's not like
a public school where everybody is dragged down to the lowest level.
Everybody finds their own place. Even if it means not being there I
guess.
--Is that why you're not there?
--No. My folks took me out at the primary school break cos they
though I needed to see my community from a different perspective. But
I don't like it here. I want to go back. This school is retarded,
most of my teachers are stupid grown-ups and there's too many rules.
--How do you feel about me?
--I am trying not to think of you as a teacher; at least not the kind
at our school. You are more like my teachers at Summerhill. You're an
adult and a kid at the same time. You can be a teacher and a friend
at the same time. Anybody who can play in the snow and swim naked
with a bunch of kids can't be too bad.
Tadzio suggested they get started with a bit of Zen meditation. He
first explained some breathing exercise and posture. Then he sat
Ethan on a sheepskin, positioning the boy to see only the brick face
of the fireplace, kneeling, and seated back on his own heels. He sat
himself back to the boy, in lotus on a zafu. The room was quiet but
for the crackle of the fire.
Suddenly Ethan woke, grabbed for balance, looked about. The shadows
on the walls and floor had moved quite a bit. The light was
different, later. Tadzio was in the kitchen, had just poured tea.
--Where have you been Ethan?
--I don't know. It was as if a balloon had popped and I was inside
it.
--What do you remember?
--I... I... remember walking slowly toward a door, it was sort of
dark and I had no clothes on, but I was warm, and I started to open
the door and then POP! I was here again.
--You have been away for an hour. It is amazing that a boy with no
training can do that. We will have to work on trying to learn where
you were, what you saw. It is in your head somewhere.
Then Ethan realised that the man had undressed and he knew that what
was behind the door would happen if he too undressed.
--Is it ok if take off my clothes too?
--You may do what ever gives you the most comfort Ethan. I was
dressed when you arrived only cos I had just come in from a walk. I
waited a while for you to lead and then decided while you were
meditating to take the lead myself.
--I guess I was waiting for you to take the lead too when I got here
but if it had been any warmer out I would have arrived sans ropa
instead.
While the tea steeped Tadzio demonstrated a few positions and Tai chi
movements. Ethan followed him as he undressed. The boy's eyes were
fixed upon the man's crotch.
--Can ... Can... I touch...you w... while you're dry? I mean before,
in the pool, in the shower, you were wet. I want to feel what your
hair is like when it's dry. What does it feel like to you to have
that much hair all over. Will I be hairy like that when I'm older?
Were you always like that? When did you start getting hairy? What...
--Whoa! Slow down. One thing at a time. I thought it was you in the
pool and I must say you were really getting me excited then, you and
Peter are a pair of Ganymedes to be sure.
--What's a gany-me-de?
-- Ganymede is a Trojan youth who was taken by Zeus to Mount Olympus
and made the cup bearer of the gods. And yes you may touch me.
Perhaps you can touch with one hand and drink tea with the other?
Ethan set down the tea and walked around the man with both hands
brushing pubes and nates. He ran his fingers deep through the curls
across the man's groin and chest, pausing to explore for hidden
nipples and to stand close enough to feel the hair against his
prepubescent self. Tadzio told him that he had not been any more
hairy than himself at the same age.
--It was all between about 16 and 18 and at later than some of the
other kids in my school. It's almost as if my hairiness is trying to
make up for its lateness. And who can tell if you will be like me?
You will most likely follow your father but you could be more like
your grandparents.
Ethan took a sip of his tea and set it down again. Both of them had
become a little aroused during this time; the boy was awkward dealing
with his curiosity.
--Can I ... touch... you..'re...some more?
--For a boy with such command of the language when you are talking
about your peers and your schools you seem at a loss for words now.
--I know all the words I'm just not sure of what I want to say
anymore.
--You know it's not a matter of can; you can if you will...
--May I then?
Tadzio shifted his tea to his other hand a pulled Ethan close with a
hairy arm around his shoulder. The boy's head was just at his belly.
Ethan looked up to meet Tadzio's eye. The boy-man nodded and the man-
child reached to caress the cock that lay across his chest. He pulled
back the foreskin and saw drops of precum welling in the slit. His
finger touched and spread them over the glans. With one hand he
lifted the weight of it and with the other he felt for the man's
testicles. In his mind's eye he saw Peter and Jeremy and Oso, all
together not as big round as this. Once again he looked up and the
boy-man nodded once more and moved his hand onto Ethan's curly head.
Without a word he guided the boy down. The acolyte's lips parted to
take communion from the priest and drink deeply from the cup of
knowledge.
When it was over he sat on his zafu and held Ethan's hand.
--In some initiations it is said the youth take knowledge and wisdom
from their teacher and the teacher in his turn takes youth from the
child. Come, stand here so you are at a good height.
At first he licked around the penis standing up before him, his
tongue tickling the boy like his boy friend's fingers only better.
Ethan held Tadzio's head and tried to pump himself but Tadzio held
him back and played him slowly. When the boy finally came he was
drained and collapsed slowly into the man's lap.
It was mid afternoon now and Tadzio suggested Ethan be on his way.
Perhaps we will have some snow for next week and it will be your turn
to show me some things.
--There is one more thing I would like to do before I leave. Do you
have it in you now to cum in my bum? I want to feel what that is like
too.
--Well, now you are showing some spunk but I think we should hold
that off til next time. I would be not so easy or fast as your little
friends and I would want to prepare you slowly so you are not hurt.
Ethan dressed as the boy-man sat and watched. When he was ready he
walked to the mudroom door and put on his boots and windproof. Tadzio
followed him out.
--See you in school Ethan; remember, here you are a friend, there you
are a student.
Ethan bounded into his mother's kitchen stripping off his snowsuit
and smacking his lips. It smelt good there and he was happy to be
home, he wanted her to know that and that he'd had a good day. At
school Oso was at first sad and angry but by the middle of the week
when the snow started again he warmed to Ethan and talked to him. His
father had beaten him again, for the same reason as before, but this
time the boy had run naked from the house, into the back yard where
his sister and her girlfriend helped him stand his ground and argue
back.
--I doubt he will beat me again now that we have put it to him but he
is like an angry cat in the corner and will lash out at who ever gets
in his way first. Even my teacher knows something is wrong from the
belt marks but so far she has not said anything.
--I am sorry your dad feels that way. How can it be that the same
thing can be so right and so wrong at the same time to different
people.
--That is not an easy question to answer. How can anything be wrong
if it is only to yourself that you do it. And only just playing with
yourself too. It's not like I was doing something dangerous.
--Perhaps instead of playing with yourself you can play with me. This
snow is going to make for great skiing on the weekend. Can you come
home with me on Friday and stay to Monday like we did before? Jeremy
is home now you know, we can all ski for two whole days and maybe
even get Mr.Kalaji out with us.
--I would love that. I think my mom would like me to be away too; it
would give my dad time to cool off.
By Friday morning there was a meter of new snow and the school in the
valley was closed. Jeremy reminded everyone, especially for Ethan's
benefit, that Summerhill never closed cos of bad weather.
Oso's mother's van could not make it up the hill out of town. Finally
they were able to arrange to have him dropped at the end of the drive
by the big winged plow and he skied from there. Despite having the
day off from school it took him most of it to get to Ethan's anyhow.
And true to form in this tale of faerie the snow stopped that evening
whilst the boys frolicked in the pool, the clouds, like a curtain,
pulled back as from a stage. The splendor of the sky, replete with
aurora, took their breath away more than any boyish orgasm and the
morrow promised to be a clear, and cold, delightful day for skiing.
--Do you suppose he'll be naked when we get there? Or what if he
undresses after we go skiing? What will we do? What about Jeremy?
--If he's naked I will be too you can bet on that. If he's not then I
might be, it'll depend on if it's warm enough, and on how long we
might stay. Probly we will ski to there then pick him up and go
onward for the day and end up here. Maybe he will stay over. Probly
he'll at least take a shower and go home alone. Remember, Jeremy goes
to the same school I did, he knows how to take off his own clothes,
and when.
--I never been naked with a teacher before.
--Well it's no different than being with my parents. 'Cept that he's
wicked hairy. He looks like my head almost all over.
--Even down here?
--Especially.
--What if he tells my dad I took my clothes off at his house?
--Don't worry, he won't. Your dad wouldn't stop with just beating
you; he'd kill Mr.Kalaji. And me. I wish I could go back to my old
school where none of this is a problem. It would be neat if you could
come with me. We could run with no clothes on for ever.
In the shadow of morning the three boys set out. They'd been up in
the dark for breky and had packed a lunch of soup and biscuits and
chocolate. The three dressed in emerald green skin fitted ski suits
with jumpers and tuques. Outside the vapour of their breath hung in
the still air as they pushed a track through virgin snow toward the
height of land. The sun refracted in the crystals into a million
dazzling rainbows and they talked in whispers as if their voices
might dispel the magic.
>From over the pass and down to Mr.Kalaji's cabin they came with a
great noise and he met them at the door with steaming mugs of sweet
coffee. Soon they were on the way again, up to the trail and onward
round the hill. In the dell between the two hilltops Mr.Kalaji led
them away from Ethan's trail, upwards, around the other hill so they
eventually came out to a clear summit at a large table like rock
across which they could see Ethan's spring hill as if it were within
an arm's length. Ethan could well imagine what he looked like on his
knees in front of Oso that Autumn day to someone who might be
sunbathing on this rock. The view was breathtaking. Mr.Kalaji opened
his pack and brought out several foam pads to sit on and they
arranged themselves on the rock to have a second breakfast. Then down
this hill the way they'd come and up and over the next and the next
to a higher vantage where they could see all round.
After another snack they headed back but stayed to the dells between
the hills until they came to the turn that went up to the spring hill
and went that way. On the top Ethan and Oso stood together and looked
back at the table rock. They laughed and wondered if they'd have done
what they did knowing of the audience. Mr.Kalaji, arm around Jeremy,
was pointing out the features of the land and the hills where they
had skied.
It was late afternoon when they came out of the woods at the pool.
Ethan suggested a good long soak in the hot tub, everyone thought
that was a better idea than the pool and so they trooped in to the
mudroom to undress and toss their clothes into the main hall of the
house to be collected later. Jeremy showed Mr.Kalaji to the tub
whilst Oso and Ethan went to fetch cold drinks and snacks.
After an early tea Mr.Kalaji elected to return to his cabin. The boys
went with him to the height of land and watched from there until his
headlamp told them he was safe and then they turned back to race for
the spot in the middle in front of the fireplace.
The next day the boys skied again but returned early so they would
have plenty of time to look for Buddha at the tree house. Jeremy had
never been there so he would need to be introduced.
Ethan stood behind Oso with his chin resting on his friend's head and
his hands trying to steer through Oso's shoulders. Sometimes he would
reach to touch his brother with a bit of guidance as the neophyte
followed instructions to pick his way through the commands and paths
to the KidsNet Virtual Village. To the Keeper of the Gate Ethan
introduced Jeremy as his brother. Jeremy chose for his icon a gnarly
carrot and for his alias: Thanksa Bunch.
Beyond the gate Painted Pony introduced Gnarly Carrot to everyone
they saw as they worked their way downtown looking for news of
Buddha. It had been several days since anyone saw him last so Painted
Pony went to the Post Office to look for email. The letter he found
there unfolded with a story of Buddha's new school and friendship and
his journey to escape the persecution of his caste but in the code
between Shivaji and Ethan the boy read that his friend had been
caught up in a brothel that would turn him into a hijra when he was
fourteen.
--NO! he screamed out loud. He mustn't let them do that to him.
--Do what? Jeremy and Oso asked at the same time.
--He's got himself into a school but the school is a front for a
brothel of boys for hire. It's not the same as what we do for fun or
for love. These kids are sold by the hour or the day and they have no
choice but to perform for whoever pays the school. Then when your
fourteen they do this horrible mutilation to turn you into what India
recognises as a third gender by cutting off your penis and testicles.
--What can you do about it?
--Mostly nothing I suppose. If he really knows what path he has
chosen the only thing I can do is be his friend. But I have to write
him and find out.
Ethan moved into place at the terminal and quickly wrote a reply to
Shivaji. By the time he signed it he was nearly crying after
describing what he knew of the way of the hijra. Oso tried to comfort
him.
--What a commitment that must be to choose a way of life at fourteen
that has no way out. I can't even think about making a choice like
that.
--It is different for them. Even today children are sold by their
parents to raise money to feed their other kids. It's their way. At
least they get fed. Some of them even get educated if they survive
their teens. Come on; we need to get to the tree house.
But Buddha was not there. Ethan found another note from Shivaji in a
secret knothole that led him to believe his virtual friend did know
what he was doing. Perhaps they would meet again but tonight Ethan
and Oso would play together with a special fervor knowing Shivaji
would be giving it up for something they could not comprehend.
Ethan left a note in the secret place and made sure Jeremy understood
how to leave and read notes between them then they left the tree
house and walked back through the forest and round the edge of the
town to the gate.
Later, in bed with Oso, Ethan pushed his own penis between his legs
and held them tight together and tried to think what Shivaji would
look like, what he himself would look like, without this favourite
toy. It would not be like a girl cos they didn't do a nice operation;
they just cut it off and left a ragged scar. Oso was clearly agitated
by all this talk. His father had threatened to cut off his cock if he
caught him playing with it again but the boy could not fathom the
threat, thinking it was an idle boast like what is meant when one
says something like: I'll kill you if you don't stop that. How could
a boy live without his special parts? Obviously he could although
there would be some question as to whether he would any longer be a
boy. He held onto himself and tried to talk it out with Ethan.
Events of the following week at school can only be related through a
cloud of emotion. Oso was there on Monday and Tuesday and as Ethan
said later seemed to be as much himself as he ever was. On Tuesday at
last bell Oso took Ethan aside and whispered that he was running
away. His father had threatened him with a knife that morning. He
made his son choose between emasculation right then or a whipping
with the belt when he snuck into the shower and found the boy with an
erection. As Oso explained, he wasn't even playing with himself, just
thinking about them being together. Now he was truly afraid and did
not want to go home. That night Oso's mother called but Ethan did not
know where her son was.
On Wednesday Oso was not in school. Mr.Kalaji was worried. A boy
would not survive long outside in this weather. On top of that he had
been questioned about his relationship with the boy and that made him
uneasy. During the day Oso called his mother to say he was warm and
dry, that he loved her, that he would see her again someday when he
was old enough to protect himself against his mad father.
Thursday and Friday the school was watchful but quiet. Things began
to return somewhat to normal, after all, boys ran away all the time;
this one at least called home to say he was ok. Mr.Kalaji seemed
still agitated but not so worried. Ethan was torn up inside wondering
about his friends. Why were grown-ups so? Why did they try to deny a
boy's sexuality? Why were they so embarrassed about their own
sexuality? He had no answers. Was it a matter of right and wrong? as
Oso's parents and his teachers said. Or, as his parents had taught
him, a matter of belief. Why did nobody believe Oso that his father
had threatened him? The attitude was that the boy made up the story
to cover for his running away and every other reason from bad grades
to bullies and girlfriends was invented and theorized. But Ethan knew
Oso was near the top of his class. He had no girlfriends, and only
one boyfriend.
On Saturday Ethan skied off alone to Tadzio's for his next lesson.
Nothing had been heard from Oso for a whole day now and the youth was
apprehensive that he mightn't be able to concentrate on his lessons.
But the snow was still great for skiing and so he looked forward to
being out and busy for part of the day at least fulfilling his part
of the deal. When he arrived at the height of land and could see down
into the clearing around the cabin there was the sheriff's car behind
the little green MG. Ethan stopped in the shadow of the firs and
waited. At first he didn't know how long he could stand there but
after a few minutes it didn't matter. A snowball hit the ground
between his feet. But there was no one behind him.
When the second one hit the same place excitement rose within him for
he knew only one person who could throw anything that well, one boy
who would be there, then. He turned back up the trail leaving the
question of the sheriff for now to see where Oso had to be hiding. He
did not have far to go before a disturbance in the snow caught his
eye and Oso stepped from a thicket of spruce with his hands held in a
sign of peace and silence.
The boys embraced and talked excitedly in subdued voices. Ethan
opened his pack and brought out his lunch and they sat in the thicket
and exchanged stories over chocolate and biscuits.
--I spent my first night out just walking. I walked out of town south
for a while that afternoon and then hitched a ride for a while just
so someone might see me going that way but then I hitched with a big
truck back through town early in the morning. That driver was nice.
He could just tell I was running away, said he'd run away as a boy
and had been rescued the same way. I guess now I owe it to some kid
in my turn. Anyhow, I walked up here to Tadzio's that day and called
your Mum. She didn't want to know where I was but I think she figured
it out cos she said she'd bring round my skis. And she said I should
call my mom so I did but only told her I was ok.
--I was gonna ask that. But she never said she knew where you were.
--You never asked her tho...
--You're right.
--When Tadzio came home that afternoon I told him I was Little Frog,
my secret infant name, so he would not have to lie when they asked if
he'd seen Little Bear. He was very shaken from some of the
interrogation and told me my dad was an outrageous fool the way he
was ranting about. But so far everyone wants to blame me.
At this point Oso broke down and sobbed in Ethan's arms. It didn't
take much to get Ethan crying too but he soothed Oso and talked
further.
--What are you going to do next Oso? Where can you go?
--I don't know yet Ethan. I'm hoping your folks will have some good
idea. I can't stay with Mr.Kalaji. You probly don't know it yet but
he will go away tomorrow and not come back. That will draw some
suspicion and in order to protect him I will have to turn up pretty
soon but I can't go home now or my crazy old man will kill me for
sure.
--Why is Tadzio... Mr.Kalaji, leaving? Where will he go?
--He is just fed up with the hypocrisy here. He says this town is not
a good place to raise children and even tho he has none of his own he
considers us his kids and he cannot teach us values the school and
community wants when he does not believe those values himself. He
says you will be ok. But he feels very sorry about leaving me. If I
continue to run maybe some day I will find him in another state; I
know where he will go.
--Are you here cos the sheriff is at the cabin?
--Ya. Was he still there?
--Ya, that's why I was waiting at the top. I'm gonna go look and see
if he is still there.
--Wait. Tadzio said he would make two smoky fires when it is safe to
come in. I'll wait here.
Ethan went and found both chimneys belching thick grey smoke and
returned for Oso. But even then Oso waited at the top whilst Ethan
went to the cabin to be sure the way was clear. Tadzio explained he
was not really under any suspicion and felt he was not being watched
so Ethan went out and signed to Oso to come down. They had a little
early lunch and then went out to ski. This would be the last time the
three would ski together. Ethan tried hard to make the best of it by
showing his friends what he knew about gliding and turning in the
short time they had.
Back at the cabin in the early afternoon they undressed and had a
snack. Tadzio was uneasy during the time they skied together, Oso was
concerned about where he would hide next. Now that Ethan knew from
Oso that Mr.Kalaji was going away --he'd not been told that by Tadzio
as yet-- he could only think about what lay hidden in the curly hair
between the man's legs and whether he would ever see it again.
Finally Ethan could stand the suspense no longer. The three were
sitting at the breky counter, the two boys on one side, the man on
the other, when he spoke up.
--Oso said you were going away.
--Yes I am. I have been struggling with how to tell you. I am glad he
did.
--Where? Will I ever see you again? What...
--What about Oso? I would take him with me but his running away would
quickly become my kidnapping him and despite anything he could say I
would still be wrong and his father would be right. It will be less
risky for him to stay here.
--Maybe he could stay at my house! I already know my mom knows what
is going on so what difference would it make if he stayed there?
--Probly no difference if the matter has a favourable outcome but she
will have to be careful. She could easily fall into the same sort of
trap but at least your family will not be charged with kidnapping.
--So where will you go?
--Away. It is better that you do not know. If this matter turns ugly
your loyalty will not be tested. I love you Ethan and I do not want
to hurt you nor to put you in any position that might compromise your
innocence.
--What about my lessons? What about... what we talked about...
before?
--You have already learnt enough to keep you busy with practice until
you find another master. I have shown Oso some other things,
different movements, so you can trade what you know. And the last
item... I guess that is why we are all here now.
Tadzio explained there was a ritual involved in this next act, partly
just to relax the boy so he would not be hurt, and partly cos the
coupling must not be taken lightly. It was one thing for young boys
to have intercourse of this sort without ceremony, that was an
essential part of being a young boy and having a boy friend whom you
could love. But in the relationship between man and boy, between
master and acolyte, there had to be a preparation. Even though in
reality what the man left behind was inconsequential in the physical
growth of the boy there was a spiritual aspect that must needs be
addressed.
--Oso and me are blood brothers and have made a bond between us. Will
it be ok that you and me are going to do the same thing? Can he stay
and help me now?
--What we are going to do is not quite the same. We are giving each
other a memory, an experience. For you some education, a satisfaction
for your curiosity; for me a fleeting pleasure, and the knowledge I
have left a bit of my Self and my self for you to grow with. Your
bond with Oso is mostly in the blood. The sex you have between your
selves is a game young boys play to help develop their minds and
bodies like any other game.
Tadzio moved around the table and took Ethan by one hand. Oso took
the boy's other hand and led him into the middle of the floor. They
lifted his singlet off over his head and left the young Apollo
standing in his glory. While Oso began to caress the youth Tadzio
went to prepare for the next step. A few moments later he called and
Oso led his friend to the toilet room where they stood the boy at the
commode. Every movement was directed with their caresses, there were
no words spoken as Oso directed Ethan to bend over and grasp his own
ankles. Tadzio washed the youth's nates and anus and then slowly
inserted the enema and filled his colon with warm water. They did
this twice, letting Ethan drain into the commode and then filling him
up again, all the while caressing him and holding him. Then Oso led
him to the rug in front of the fire and Tadzio brought a large basin
of warm scented water; they washed him from head to toe and brushed
his hair.
Oso sucked on his friend for a bit while Tadzio applied a lubricant
to both their bums then he got onto his hands and knees. Tadzio
positioned Ethan behind Oso, kneeling and helped him couple with Oso.
He continued to caress boy and encouraged him to relax and caress
Oso's back and nates. Then he stood astride Oso's back and held
Ethan's head and let the boy suck him until he was very hard. Now for
the sandwich. Ethan drew a sharp breath when he felt Tadzio's entry.
It was not pain, but ecstasy, a dream come true. With each thrust of
the man into him he thrust into his friend and they came together.
When the man withdrew, Oso stood and let Ethan suck him to
fulfillment while Tadzio watched.
--Now it is done and only just begun, Ethan said as he hugged them
together; I will go and talk to my mum about hiding Oso for a while
longer.
--We will not see each other again Ethan, not at least for a long
while. Maybe if we are both good we will meet again at your old
school someday.
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