Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2002 19:16:08 -0600
From: Gary <gary_q@hotmail.com>
Subject: England Swings 3
England Swings
By Gary_Q
Gary_Q@hotmail.com
The below story is a work of fiction, none of the events described
happened, nor do any of the characters exist. This story contains erotic
and/or sexually explicit behavior between consenting males, both adult and
underage minors. If it is illegal for you to, or you find this sort of
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Chapter Three
I was completely confused when Eric leaned into Kevin, wrapping his
arms around the big man's hips. "You okay, little man?" Kevin asked me.
"If I put you down will you be okay? Please don't get scared and runaway
or anything, okay?"
Eric looked up at me and gave me a sheepish grin as he nodded his head
up and down. I tried to answer but couldn't get my lungs to cooperate,
just my lips moving. After another try I nodded my head. As soon as he
sat me down I threw myself at Eric, wrapping my arms around him and burying
my head into his chest.
"He's cool, it's okay," he whispered. After he held me for a few
seconds I felt myself calming down, at least a little.
"What's he gonna do to us?" I whimpered
"Nothing you don't want, little man," Kevin said as he draped his big
hand around my chest. Eric giggled softly. "Do you think he's okay with
this?" Kevin said.
Eric looked back at me for an instant before reaching up and pulling
on Kevin's suit coat. Kevin bend down as Eric turned his head and
whispered something into Kevin's ear.
Kevin laughed loudly and looked over at me with a wide smile, then
back at Eric. "Not to worry, my little friend, he's all your's," he said,
tousling Eric's hair. Eric slipped both of out of Kevin's embrace and led
me a few feet away.
"He's cool, he's totally neat," he began. "You want to learn how to
do something that feels totally neat, I mean totally?" he asked, stroking
my back just above the waistband of my shorts. I nodded my head. "You
watch what Kevin and I am going to do, and decide if you want to try it,
okay? It's chilled if you don't want to, but you gotta promise never to
tell anyone."
I nodded my head again. "What'd you tell him?" I asked.
"That you're a virgin." I looked at him for a second or so.
"Oh. What's a virgin?" I asked, my voice raising in pitch even as I
whispered.
"God you're cute!" he giggled. "I love you Dude!" He kissed me on
the nose, his facebow almost pushing into my eyes before he turned me
around.
Kevin was sitting on the grass when we walked back toward him. His
face developed a wide grin as Eric walked between hid spread legs. "Oh,
hello little buddy!" Kevin said, making Eric giggle.
Kevin reached out, wrapping his big hands around Eric's thin, bare
waist. After a second he slid them down around my new friend's bony hips,
rubbing those tight, round melons I loved so much with his fingers. Eric
had an almost mischievous grin on his face, that spread into an ear to ear
silver smile as Kevin hooked this huge thumbs under the waistband of his
shorts.
I could feel my eyes widening as Kevin deftly slid the shorts down
over the boy's hips, and my mouth dropped as Eric's four-inch or so boyhood
sprang straight out, the cut head pointing slightly upward. I was trying
to believe this was really happening, but somehow felt a little relieved
when I noticed, like me, he didn't have any hair around his boyhood or the
tight ball-sack hanging below it.
I'm not sure if Eric or I gasped the loudest when Kevin leaned
forward, ran his tongue across the tip of Eric's stiff tool, then took the
entire length into his mouth. He grasp the boy's hips in his hands as Eric
wrapped his long thin fingers behind Kevin's head. He let out a high
pitched groan as he began rocking his hips, thrusting his tool in and out
of the big man's mouth. My groin started burning as I felt my boyhood
pressing against the tight shorts imprisoning it, and without realizing it
reached down and began stroking myself through the fabric.
"Oh, oh, oh God!" Eric cried out as his hips began moving faster and
faster. "Oh, oh harder please!" he cried, throwing his head back, his
mouth and lips wide open almost blinding me as the sunlight reflected off
his braces. "Ahhhhhh," he groaned a couple of minutes or so later, arching
his back.
He withered into Kevin's arms as his now only half stiff shaft slid
out. "Oh, you taste so good," Kevin said, laying the boy across his lap.
Eric lay motionless, his eyes closed, for a minute or so as Kevin brushed
his sweat-wet hair off his forehead and stroked his flat, tight stomach.
"You are so beautiful," Kevin said in a soft voice.
Finally Eric opened his eyes, and looked around, then over at me and
started giggling. "Are you alive?" he laughed. Kevin's eyes followed his,
and he grinned, motioning me to them as he lifted Eric, perching him on one
leg and patting on the other.
It took a couple of tries to get my legs to move, but I slowly
shuffled over to them, my eyes glued to Eric's package. Kevin guided to
sit on his other thigh and wrapped his arm around my waist. "You want to
try it?"
"Ah, ah," is all I could get out.
"But I get to do you," Eric added, reaching over and cupping my knee.
"This time, his first time you do," Kevin added. I just stared
between them, trying to believe what I had just witnessed really happened.
"King Tango, this is Zebra," Kevin's walkie talkie interrupted, making
me almost jump out of my skin. He looked down at the walkie talkie giving
it a harsh glare.
"I don't fucking believe it!" he growled, but picked the radio up and
answered it.
"King Tango, Sierra Charlie One is requesting you land line her,
urgent!" the walkie talkie's speaker said. Kevin gave his radio an even
nastier glare.
"Roger, enroute," he spoke into it." "Sorry guys, but you have to
leave too," he told us. "Come on, I'll walk you to the gate." Eric
frowned so hard his lips slightly distorted his facebow, but pulled his
shorts up, grabbed his tee-shirt and threw me mine, and we started walking
as we put them on.
"What's Mom got that's so urgent?" Eric asked, pushing his body
against Kevin's as we stood up.
"I don't know, but if it's on Sunday afternoon it's not anything
minor," the big man answered. "I have to go, you guys behave, no more
sneaking into restricted areas!" he said as he unlocked the fence gate we
had walked to. He kissed Eric and I on the forehead before telling us he'd
see us soon, and jogged off toward the embassy.
"Where'd he go, what's going on?" I asked. "This place is too weird!"
"Kevin works for my mom, for the Company, and he had to go do some
stuff for her."
"What's the company? Smyth and him said he just watches us kids so we
don't get in trouble or stuff, I'm lost!"
"Yeah, he keeps us out of trouble real good!" he giggled, reaching
down and rubbing his crotch. "Are you going to let me suck you off?" he
asked, slipping his hand around my back and pulling me beside him as we
started walking.
"Wow, that was weird!" I replied. I thought a minute before asking,
"Does it hurt or stuff?"
"Shit no, it feels totally wonderful. You ever wank?" Seeing my lost
expression he asked, "Do you ever jerk off, rub your dick until you shoot?"
I could feel my face turning bright red. "Well, sometimes I do until
it feels real good."
"When you get sucked it feels a hundred times better," he responded,
running his other across my stomach. "You didn't answer earlier, can you
cum yet? Do you shoot cream out?"
"Just sometimes, like when I'm asleep."
"God, I don't believe I found you, God I love you," he almost
whispered, leaning over and licking my neck. I started to lean my head
onto his shoulder when he stuck his tongue in my ear making me jump.
"Got'ya!" he hooted, running out in front of me. "Come on, I'm hungry!" he
shouted, throwing his frisbee at me.
We tossed the disk back and forth as we trotted to my house. When we
walked inside the wonderful aroma or Elaine's baking made both our mouth's
water, but much to our disappointment she informed us the pie had to cool
for another 20 minutes or so. At her suggestion we drank a glass of milk
to hold us over.
I blushed when Eric pushed his leg against mine, then made a show of
sucking on his straw, licking his lips, and then pointedly looked down at
my crotch. "Let's go put more lotion on your legs," he suggested, giving
me a wide grin.
"Oh, your father called," Elaine stated as we rushed toward the door.
"Their meeting ended early and he is on the way home, they should arriving
back here any time." We exchanged glances, each of us watching the other's
face sink as we walked outside.
"What's the company, anyway?" I asked as we walked toward Eric's
house.
"You don't know what the Company is!?! You're the Chief's kid and you
don't?" he exclaimed. When I shrugged my shoulders he continued. "It's
the CIA! Kevin is a spy, he watches us when he's not being one, he works
for my mom and your dad!"
"My dad ain't a spy or stuff! He's the Charger the whatever the fuck
it is all! He don't do shit like that!"
Eric stopped walking and turned to me. "Dude, I'm sorry, I thought
you knew! My mom is the Section Chief here, and your dad, well maybe he's
not a spy, but all the spies in Europe work for him."
"Well, they don't kill people or shit like in the movies, he'd NEVER
kill no one!" I more cried than said.
"I'm sorry, I wish I didn't bring it up," Eric responded, pulling me
closer to him. "Come on, white-legs!" he added before slapping my thigh
and running ahead of me. "Catch, stupid!" he yelled as he threw his
frisbee at me.
Eric went directly to his sister's bedroom when we got upstairs,
retrieving the bottle of lotion. I thought back to what I had watched
Kevin and he do earlier as he knelt in front of me, his face even with my
groin. As he began coating my legs I just closed my eyes, enjoying every
second of it. I let out a soft groan as he slipped his fingers under the
hem of my tight shorts, it seemed like he massaged my thighs forever.
"God, you are beautiful," he whispered as he rubbed his finger across the
bottom of my bum under the hem.
"Oh, Dude," I whimpered. "Are you gonna do that thing to me, please?"
"We cant now, if my parents came home and caught us we both would be
so dead," he grumbled. "You mean you're going to let me?" I swallowed
hard before nodding my head. "Oh, God, I love you," he said as he stood
up.
"No, please don't stop!" I cried.
"Don't talk, just be still," he said. "Keep your eyes closed." I
stood motionless for a couple of seconds before I felt a gentle tug on the
top, then the neck strap of my headgear as he removed them. After he
pulled my facebow out of my mouth, I felt his hand cup the back of my head,
then his lips press against mine. As I opened my mouth he slid his tongue
into it, and after probing my teeth for a few seconds pushed it deeper and
deeper, touching the top of my throat.
I wrapped one hand around the back of his head, and the other around
his waist, pulling his body against mine, his hot stiff boyhood pushing
into my stomach. After what had to be another full minute I felt him
withdrawing his tongue, then it pushing back into my mouth, touching my
tongue. Instinctively I pushed mine into his mouth. I pulled it back
quickly when a sharp edge of one of his braces poked me, but after a couple
of tries was savoring the taste of his wonderful mouth.
"Hi Jennie, we're home," rang out from the stairwell. "Are you here?"
We broke our embrace, Eric handing me my headgear as he grabbed his off his
dresser.
"Hi mom, I'm in my room!" he yelled in an innocent voice, as he pushed
his facebow in and rushed the lotion back into his sister's bedroom. He
already had his headgear straps on when he reappeared in the hall,
motioning me to follow him. He brushed my hair with his fingers and kissed
me on the neck before starting downstairs.
His parents were a little cool toward us at first, but accepted Eric's
explanation about Smyth allowing him to leave her house with me. When we
told them about Elaine's pie, and that we were suppose to go back to my
house to eat it, they cheerfully said he can go, telling him to be back in
an hour.
We were almost out the door, mentally congratulating ourselves for not
getting caught, when his mom said,. "But we're going to hate both of you
the rest of the day!" We both froze, I'm sure my face was as ashen as
Eric's. We stared at each other for what had to be the longest few seconds
of either of our lives.
"Yeah, we've eaten Elaine's cooking, we'd kill for a slice of her
pie!" his dad added. Both our knees were so weak I'm surprised we didn't
fall down as we stepped off their porch.
Sadly Eric went home after we ate our pie and played a few video
games. We agreed that I would meet him at his house the next morning,
which was on the way to the school van. Dad scared the crap out of me just
after supper. We had just gone into the den when he put his arm around me
before I could sit down.
"Elaine and I talked while you were at Eric's house," he began. My
stomach, knowing it, and the rest of my body, were about to become dead
meat, bounced off my throat before ricocheting off my rectum, groin and
chest, as I remembered what I had yelled at her about my school uniform and
stupid beanie cap.
"But, Dad, well I'm sorry I didn't mean it." I tried to say, my lungs
refusing to move enough air for him to hear me.
"I'm very proud of you, I wanted to let you know that," Dad continued.
"Elaine thinks you can walk on water. She said you were a 'Most proper
young gentleman' all day, and praised you for being more than prompt about
checking in and such. Thanks, Tiger, like I said I am very proud of you!"
he said, kissing me on the cheek. "Oh, but PLEASE teach her how to make a
Martini, that vinegar she makes is about to kill me!"
Holy shit, I'm still alive? I thought. Wow, she didn't burn me, she
was gonna kill me, I'm not sure if she was even gonna bother to tell God I
died! "Ah, yes sir," I answered.
I was still trying to take full breaths when Elaine came into the
room. "May I prepare you a cocktail Doctor?"
Dad gently squeezed my shoulder. "I'll make it!" I offered. I
ignored her indignant glare as I rushed toward the bar. "Come on, I'll
show you how dad likes his."
"He is an expert, he can make the world's most perfect Martini," Dad
said.
"Thanks for not burning me," I said when we got behind the bar. After
seeing her puzzled look I tried, "Thanks for not telling Dad I yelled at
you, ma'am."
"You're a good boy," she replied, giving me a wide smile. She watched
closely as I made Dad's Martini. She gasp when I took a sip of it, then
snickered. "You are also all boy!" she said, trying to tousle my hair but
ending up with a handful of headgear strap.
"Thanks son," Dad said when I returned with his drink. Thankfully he
didn't notice I had taken an extra big sip to 'test' it. "Elaine also
reminded me you don't know how to knot a tie, I did not think about that.
Please go get a couple of them, and I'll teach you how," he suggested
before he took a long swallow. Wow! Shit, how can you be so neat a Dad!
I thought.
We spent the next hour or so in 'tie training', not one of the most
thrilling experiences of my life so far. Dad showed me one knot, then made
me do it a dozen or so times until he was sure I knew how, before telliing
me he wanted to teach me a couple more. Finally, thankfully, I got to go
to my bedroom. I started to play a video game, but fell asleep before it
really started.
The next morning I was awaken by Dad, kissing my forehead as soon as I
opened my eyes. I thought I was back I California for a minute until I
looked around at the antique furniture around me. After I took a shower I
was surprised, when I walked out of they bathroom and saw my bed had been
made up for me. But reality struck again when I saw my school uniform, the
mass of purple and red, neatly laid out on it, sort of staring back at me.
I tried to stare it down, but after a few seconds climbed into my new clown
suit, stuffing my tie and beanie cap into my pocket. What the fuck, I'm
going die when the world and my new school sees me in this shit, let's get
it over with! I thought.
Dad was in the kitchen munching on a muffin and coffee when I came in.
Elaine sat my orange juice and milk in out, followed by a huge plate of
eggs, ham and three big muffins. "You two are getting to know each other!"
Dad snickered as he waatched me eat.
After breakfast he made me put on and knot my tie, and reassuringly
rubbed my shoulders before making me put my cap on, handing me my
regulation Westshire book bag and shooed me out the door. Wow, what a long
summer vacation, I told myself. Three fuckn days! I sighed and started
down the sidewalk, for my first school day, as the new crown prince of the
purple clowns.
I was almost in front of Eric's duplex when I snapped, and pulled my
tie off of my neck and draped it over my shoulder. He opened the door
before I had a chance to ring their doorbell.
"I don't know how to do this stupid thing!" I told him. He burst into
a wide grin, and pulled inside, telling me to follow him as he started up
the stairs. Wow! I thought as I watched his long legs climbing three
steps at a time. His uniform shorts were even tighter than what he wore
yesterday, not only perfectly displaying his wonderfully round melons, but
even riding into his butt crack slightly. The little bit of pant-leg there
was stretched so tightly around his upper thighs that just a hint of the
pressed crease showed.
I was already about half hard when he closed his bedroom door and took
my coat off for me. After he tucked my tie under my collar he again stood
behind me, pulling me tightly against him. I felt my boyhood throb as his
stiff tool pushed into the small of my back. As soon as he knotted the tie
he wrapped his arms tightly around my thin waist.
"God, you're hot!" he whispered in my ear as I buttoned my shirt and
pulled the tie tight. He reached down with one hand and stroked my inner
thigh. "Hey, the tan stuff did well!" I was looking into the mirror at my
modestly tanned legs when he moved his and back up and ran it slowly across
my groin whispering, "Remember, that's mine."
We had just turned and pressed our lips together when his sister
yelled through the door, "Come on Eric! We're going to miss the bus!"
"Yeah, we got to go," he said, turning away from me.
"Fuck them," I said. "Hey if we miss the bus we gotta stay home
today! We'd be by ourselves all day!"
"No, they'd take us in a car, then tell my parents and I'd be totally
dead," he replied. He disappeared down the stairs before I could answer.
"You're nuts, you'd do anything wouldn't you!" he said as we followed
Jennifer outside.
"Hey, what are they gonna do to us, lock us up or something?"
"If you miss the bus three times you and your parents gotta go explain
why to the Charg. . ., shit, to your dad!" He started giggling before he
added, "Wow, what's your dad gonna do, chew himself out? Whatever, I've
already missed it once, and if I get my parents written up I'd get killed
then be grounded for a hundred years."
We were both laughing as we walked into a group of kids standing near
two large vans, a car with dark tinted window parked behind each. There
were about 15 boys and 10 girls. Jennifer went off toward one bus, where
the girls were standing, as Stan and Raul greeted us. I met most of the
boys, of course all in the same uniforms. After we talked for a couple of
minutes a fairly large man opened our van's side door and called out,
"Passport Check," making everyone dig into their pockets.
The man scared me slightly when he looked at me: He clearly was not
the friendly type. His face had a mean look to it, and his eyes were
almost hollow and expressionless, almost like he was dead. He reminded me
of some monestrous Russia spy from the movies, and I felt uncomfortable
when he climbed into the front seat, next to the driver.
Eric sat next to me on one side, and Stan on the other as we boarded.
I noticed one of the cars followed our bus as we left the compound, the
other following the girls' bus. Eric spread his long legs apart slightly
as we turned onto the street, and smiled at we as our legs rubbed each time
the vehicle hit a bump.
We had driven several blocks when Stan pushed against me with his
elbow. "Hey, you think our uniforms are weird, look at those!" he said,
pointing out the window. My chin dropped slightly as I saw two boys,
probably a little younger than I, standing at a bus stop. They were
wearing gray short pants and knee socks, the socks had a wide red strip a
the top. The cloth their blazers was made from had bright red and white
vertical strips, along with red trim. They both wore bright red beanie
caps.
"Holy shit, they're prison uniforms!" I blurted out without realizing
I had. All the kids started laughing, but the nasty looking man in the
front seat jerked around glaring at me. His eyes were no longer
expressionless, instead of looking dead they definitely said death.
Several minutes later the bus stopped in front of an iron gate, built
into a high rock wall. Our not-so-friendly escort climbed out of the bus
and looked up and down the street for a minute or so before opening the
side door. As everyone climbed out of the bus I noticed a uniformed guard
open the gate. Eric and Stan were on each side of me as we started toward
the gate, but our escort stepped in front of us. "You, come with me," he
growled, pointing at me.
Eric and I exchanged worried glances before he and Stan walked on, and
I followed the man through the gate. We walked across a compound of very
old, stoic buildings, small groups of boys scattered standing around on the
plush lawn and landscaping. I followed him into a nearby almost castle
looking building, and down a wide hall to a door labeled 'Head Master'. As
soon as we entered the door guided me to a dignified lady sitting behind a
secretary's desk. "This is Brian Richardson, Mrs. Smyth enrolled him last
week," he told her, walking out of the room not waiting for her reply.
She glared at his back until he closed the door before turning to me.
"Your cap!" she said softly, pointing at her head. I blushed as I
remembered I was wearing it and jerked it off my head. She smiled slightly
and said, "The Headmaster will be with you directly, please be seated,"
pointing to a row of wooden, hardbacked chairs.
I sat down, and had just started looking around the room when she
appeared on front of me, telling me to come with her. As I picked up my
satchel and cap she stopped me, giving me a warm smile as she told me to
leave them there. I followed her to a pair of huge double doors, made of
beautiful, highly polished wood. She guided me in front of the right door,
knocked on it and whispered, "Wait until he calls you in. "
As I stood in front of the doors, for what had to be two or three
minutes, I started to get nervous, shuffling my feet and wringing my hands.
I tried to put my hands in the pocket of my shorts, but the were so tight I
could only get my part of my fingers in them.
"Enter," rang through the doors, scaring me. I took my right hand out
of my pocket and opened the door, stepping inside. "Good morning, I am
Head Master Cox," a stuffy, bald man announced.
"Ah, hi sir, I'm Brian," I almost whimpered, looking down at the
carpet.
"Hi? Can you say hello, or good morning? This is not a playground,"
he snapped. "You will stand up straight and keep your hands at your sides
when an adult addresses you." I stood erect, pulling my fingers out of my
pocket as he continued, "Did your parents give you a sur name boy?" I
looked at him trying to understand what he said when he barked, "Do you
have a last name boy, or are you just Brian!"
"Richardson, sir. I'm Brian Richardson." I told the carpet. I heard
someone knock on the door as I said it.
"Indeed. Is something wrong with your back Richardson? You were told
to stand up straight. Richardson, you are at Westshire now, not some wild
west prairie schoolhouse, I suggest you learn to conduct yourself as a
young gentleman should." "Enter," he added, in a louder voice.
"Prefect Wilson, this is Richardson. Please tour him round the campus
and take him to his first class. Pick up his schedule from my secretary."
"Yes sir," a teenage voice rang from behind me.
"Well?" the old man growled at me. "Do you have time to dally, boy?"
Fuck, it was nice to meet you too! Oh yeah, thanks for chilled
welcome! I thought. "No sir," I said, thankful just to get out of there.
As I turned around there was a red headed teen, probably about 16 waiting
for me. To my surprise he was wearing a blazer and tie just like mine, but
long gray dress pants.
"Hi, I'm Sam," he said after we walked into the hall. "Old man Cox
can be a dick-head, but he really don't like yanks, you'd be better to stay
away from him, " he added, in his thick British accent
"Don't worry, I'm gonna do my best to do JUST that!" I answered. "But
I'm not a yank, or well what's a yank?"
"An American," he laughed.
"How do you know I'm American?"
"Your accent! It's a little hard to understand you yanks sometimes!"
If you cant understand us, how the fuck do you understand each other!
I thought.
"Wow, you're in first form?" he exclaimed, looking down at me. "How
old are you"
"I'm 13!" I cried, blushing. "Well, I'm a little short is all."
"You most certainty arre the smallest boy in your form! Some of the
prefects are going to like you!" Thanks, that makes me feel all better, I
thought, but just kept walking.
We talked as he walked me around, showing me 'prep' classroom
building, then the gym, and the lunchroom. I learned that a prefect was an
older kid in 'sixth form' which as about like a high school senior, and
were the only students at Westshire allowed to wear long pants.
We walked toward the back of the compound to a group of smaller
buildings. He rang the doorbell at one of them I didn't snap when he said,
"Your schedule shows you're a part time boarder, this is Royal House, where
you will stay when you do. I will introduce you to your House Master, then
take you to class."
Shortly a middle aged man opened the door. After Sam introduced us,
the man started showing me around what turned out to be a sort of
dormitory, with twenty or so bedrooms, each identically furnished with a
couple of study desks, dresser drawers, and pair of bunk beds. I was so
busy trying to figure out why they were showing me this that I forgot the
man's name, and almost missed him asking me, "Do you know how often you
will be boarding?"
Boarding, as in Boarding School? I asked myself in disbelief. No, no
way, Dad wouldn't do this to me! Fuck this shit, purple suit and all, I'm
going back to California! "I'm not staying here, NO WAY!, ah sir," I
exclaimed, trying to control my voice.
"You are embassy, correct?" the man asked. "Your parents work at the
American Embassy?" he corrected himself. When I nodded my head he
continued, "Your government has an arrangement with the school so that when
your parents travel you may board here."
Not EVEN, no fucking way! I'm outa here! I so busy trying to think
of a plan of action, wondering how long it would take me to swim back to
California, I barely noticed that we had to wait for the man to unlock the
door from the inside before we could leave.
I could feel my face turning red as I followed Sam into my first
class, I was sure all the eyes in the room and the rest of England were
staring at my thin, bare legs and purple clad butt. The teacher seemed
like he took forever looking at my schedule and making notes in it until he
finally stood up, handed me a book from a nearby shelf, and pointed me
toward a desk in the middle of all the others. After he told me it was my
assigned seat, I walked toward it, looking around and seeing a sea of thin,
bare thighs, a few interesting packages between them, but didn't see Eric,
Stan or any familiar faces.
I thought a lot more about what a part time boarder was than I did
about whatever the teacher was talking about as class went on. I was
startled when a bell rang, announcing the end of the period, making me look
around. Instead of everyone rushing out of the room everyone just sat
there until. A few seconds later, the teacher said, "Dismissed." I stood
up like everyone else and started out of the room, but no one else moved.
Everyone stood at almost attention until the teacher put his suit coat on
and walked out the door. When he was gone everyone began leaving. This
shit CANT be real! I thought.
I had only walked a few feet down the hall, trying to figure out where
I was suppose to go next, when I heard Eric's voice calling me. I was
looking around the crowded hall when his face, complete with an almost
blinding silver smile appeared in front of me.
"What's your schedule? Did you get first form? Do we have any
classes together?" he babbled, jerking my schedule out of my hand. "Yeah,
cool, you are in first form! Yeah! We have three!" he hooted. "Come on,
we have maths next!" he continued, grabbing my upper arm and rushing down
the hall. "Dude, if you sign up for team sports we'd only be apart for
first class!" he added as he guided me into a doorway. He gently pushed me
forward so we both went through the door at the same time, our bodies
crowding against each other to fit, and I felt his hand rub against my butt
as we squeezed through. "You gotta go wait by the teacher's desk," he
whispered as he gave me back my schedule and rushed to his seat.
Again I could feel a thousand or so eyes staring at my exposed butt
and thighs as I stood next to the small desk at the front of the room.
Thanks, Dad, I'm gonna get you for this! I thought.
Suddenly all the boys jumped up out of their desks as the teacher
entered the room. Everyone remained motionless while he took his time
removing his suit coat and carefully hung it on a pole just inside the
door. I could feel his eyes examining me as he casually strolled toward
the desk. I held out my schedule paper to him but he said nothing, as he
accepted it.
"Class, we have a new student, Master Brian Richardson," he announced.
He walked behind the desk and scanned the room for the better part of a
minute before adding, "You may be seated." God, this CAN NOT be for real!
I told myself.
The next class went about the same, but I lucked out and was assigned
a seat right next to Eric. He had great news for me as we started out of
the room (of course after standing at attention while the teacher put his
suit coat on and left), it was lunch time. We put our book bags on some
shelves near the entrance to the "prep' class building and joined a crowd
of golden thighs and well defined backsides out of the building. To my
disappoint Eric guided me to line up two abreast with all the other first
form boys, and two teachers walked next to everyone as we semi-marched to
the lunch room.
We got through the lunch line with amazing speed, and I followed Eric
and Stan to a long table. Like everyone we sat our trays down, then took
off our blazers, hanging them on the back of our chairs. I was about to
sit down when Eric stopped me, motioning for me to stand in front of my
chair like everyone in the room. At first I was pretty annoyed, and the
smell of the fresh fish on my plate was about to force my stomach to revolt
and demand my mouth attach the tray.
However, as I looked around the room, it was worth the wait. Rows and
rows of boy butts of every size and shape filled my eyes, even more
wonderfully accented by their tight shorts with their blazers removed.
Shit, this is like a huge toy store! I told myself. As I focused in on
several that really caught my eye my mouth started watering really bad, I
was afraid I was going to drool down my chin. Without thinking I reached
down and grabbed a couple of fingers full of some funny looking crumbs next
to my fish.
"You're fucking crazy dude!" Eric whispered. "You got some kind of
death wish, don't you!" I flashed him a wide smile, and grabbed another
load. "Fuck, you're trying to blind me too!" he added, giving me a small
silver smile.
I was focused on a really impressive pair of globes at the next table
when a well defined purple package blocked my view. My eyes bugged
slightly as it did, not only was it very clear this kid was very well
equipped, but his shorts were so tight it left very little to the
imagination. Realizing I probably had already been caught, I scanned up
his tight, thin body to a face that made me gasp slightly. He had jet
black hair and huge brown eyes, and a totally beautiful pixie face,
perfectly set off by a pair of lips that were even brighter red than the
trim on our clown suits. I know my face blushed brighter red than his lips
when he gave me a wide smile and winked at me.
"Good day lads, you may be seated," Cox's gruff voice boomed, ruining
my concentration. I looked toward it and saw he and six or so other adults
at what clearly was the head table.
"Hello, my name is Anton," the black haired beauty said, in a really
weird accent, as we sat down.
"This Brian, he just moved here," Eric answered for me. I felt Eric's
hand cup my inner thigh as turned his head toward me and more giggled than
said, "He really is French!" All I could do was blush even brighter.
Anton said something like, "Il est complŠtement chaud!" *1
Eric replied something like, Oui, mais il est ma propri‚t‚, ne
touchez pas!" *2
"Pour maintenant," Anton smiled, looking back at me. *3
(Author's note, see the bottom of this Chapter for a translation if it
helps)
"What are you guys saying, how'd you talk that way?" I asked Eric.
Eric and Anton grinned at each other, and a boy sitting next to Anton
giggled. "This is my friend Mohamad," Anton added, turning toward the
brown haired boy.
"Moe!" the boy corrected in still another strange accent, flashing me
a wide, braces laden smile.
As we talked while we ate, Moe and Anton exchanging as many clearly
affectionate glances as Eric and I did. I learned that Anton was very
French, his dad was the French Ambassador to U.K., and that Moe was an
Arab, he saying he was from some country I couldn't even pronounce, but it
part of the name was it was a something Emirates. Just before they stood
up with their trays Anton told me Moe was a boarding student, words that
slapped me so hard I felt like I had been stuck by a club.
"What's this boarding school shit, no fuckn way their gonna make me
stay here!" I asked Eric as they walked away.
"It's kind of chilled, you don't have to stay there very much."
"I'm NOT staying there ever! Fuck this shit I'm going back to
California!"
"Chill dude, it's only once in a while, like when your dad has to go
on trips. Hey too, my mom always goes with your dad, so almost always we
have to together, and House Master Royal likes me, I know I can get him to
give us the same room!" Seeing my angry face he gave me a wide grin as he
added, "Like sleep together! Oh yeah, Moe lives in Royal house like all
the important kids do, Anton stays there some too!
"Sometimes Royal house can be a bunch of fun!" he added, squeezing my
knee under the table. As we put carried our trays to the kitchen window he
told me that Moe was not only an Arab, but a Crown Prince. When he saw my
lost face he told me that Moe was going to be the King of his country
someday. He also told me that Moe and Anton are boyfriends, "Like I want
to be to you," he added. I was still in shock somewhat as he led me
outside and into the line of other first form kids and we walked back to
the school building.
The rest of the school day passed much more quickly than I expected,
and soon I was following Stan, who I had my last class with, to the big
iron gate. Several small groups of boys formed near it, including the same
American kids I and ridden to school with, and one by one each group filed
out the gate onto waiting vans. As soon as our dead eyed escort opened the
van's door and we climbed out back inside the embassy compound. I darted
toward my house, wanting nothing more than to get the tie from around my
neck and out of my idiot clown suit.
"Wait!" Eric yelled as I ran past his house. I stopped and turned
back toward him as he added, "We need to finish your legs! Besides, my
parents are gone, and my sister wont be home for about a half hour. Come
on babe," he concluded, extending his hand toward me.
I looked at my house, wondering what snacks Elaine had waiting for me,
and trying to decide which pair of my loose fitting Boardie shorts I wanted
to get into, before turning back and accepted his hand.
"Yeah dude, you are mine now," Eric whispered as he closed his bedroom
door behind us.
To Be Continued. . . .
*1 He is completely hot!
*2 Yes, but he is my property, do not touch!
*3 For now