Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2002 12:07:09 -0500
From: Gary <gary_q@hotmail.com>
Subject: England Swings Chapter 5

England Swings
By Gary_Q
Gary_Q@hotmail.com

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and/or sexually explicit behavior between consenting males, both adult and
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			       Chapter Five

     We marched back to the classroom building from lunch, our
teacher/guards on each side, but instead of being dismissed we were kept in
line, for what seemed like forever.  I noticed several boys in front of me
getting jittery, glancing around and shuffling their feet.  The boy
directly in front of me, a thin blond haired boy about Eric's height, and
with long legs and thighs almost as delicious looking as Eric's, captivated
my attention as he fidgeted with the seams of his shorts.  Every time he
would pull on them the tight fabric covering his butt and space between his
legs seemed to reveal a new detail of his wonderful backside, each time he
did his shorts rode a fraction of an inch or so further into his butt
crack.  As he moved the sunlight reflected off the fine coating of peach
fuzz like hair on his legs and I found myself having to swallow repeatedly
as my mouth began to water.
     "Good day boys," Cox's voice boomed, making me jump.  I looked up and
saw him and a younger man standing at the front of the line, facing us.
     "Good day Head Master," pretty well everyone but me answered.
     "I have some distressing news.  Mister Winchester has suffered an
illness in his family, and has taken a leave of absence from Westshire," he
said.  "However, I am sure many of you know Mister Shultz, and I am pleased
to announce Mister Shultz has been appointed as your new Form Master."
     "Oh God, we're screwed," Eric whispered.  I heard Moe, who was in line
right behind me in line, groan.  The cute boy in front of me caught my
attention when his shoulders stiffened, and I glanced down in time to see
him pull on his seams so hard his shorts conformed to his boy butt like a
pair of too small tights.
     "Top of the day to you lads," the other man began.  After everyone
responded with another respectful good day he continued, "It's an honor to
be named as your Form Master, I wish to thank Head Master Cox for offering
me such an opportunity.  I want to assure both you and our Head Master, I
will soon have transformed First Form into the sharpest form at Westshire,
and I will be expecting your full cooperation."
     "Oh fuck, we're dead, all of us," Eric whispered.
     "We've much to do, and must begin immediately.  Please face center."
Shultz commanded.  The two lines turned to face each other and everyone
took a step backward, making an isle between us.  I earned my first dirty
look from Schultz when I was the last to move, not having any idea what he
wanted us to do.
     I felt a knot tightening in my stomach as he began walking down the
isle, carefully looking up and down one then the next of us, almost exactly
like an inspection formation out of some war movie.  After he nailed the
first three or four boys to the cross for having their cap or tie crooked,
their hair unkept, even for having their socks unevenly stretched up their
legs I started to understand Eric's concern.
     "I'll not have my form walking around looking like a bunch of grammar
school scamps," he boomed after chewing out his fifth or sixth kid.  "You
may expect me to very closely monitor your appearance until you learn to
present yourselves as proper young men."
     As he got closer to us I had to look away, to keep from giggling, when
I noticed that every five or ten seconds he twitched his nose, almost
exactly like rabbits in the cartoons do.  I was trying to control my smirk
when I saw Eric glaring at me, tightening his lips into a tight frown as if
telling me not to smile.
     After he nailed Eric for his tie being too loosely knotted and a scuff
mark on his shoes, he turned around, slowly looking me over from head to
toe.  "Do you not know how to pull your socks up?  And straighten your cap,
you're not a drunken sailor at some bloody brothel tavern!" he growled, his
eyes all but shooting lightening bolts at me.
     I looked down and noticed the left of my wonderfully bright purple
knee socks ended about a half inch lower than its mate on my right leg, and
bent over to adjust it.  "Have you lost your tongue boy?  You will have the
respect to respond when a Master addresses you!" he growled.
     Thanks dad, I'm gonna get you for all this shit!  I told myself.  "No
sir," I answered.  Just as I did his nose had another spasm, and I
involuntarily grinned as I tried to keep from laughing.
     "Heavens above boy, have you any idea what a bloody tooth brush is?"
he snapped.  "You've enough food in your teeth for tea time!  Do you find
this amusing, boy! What's your name?"
     "Ah, Brian Richardson, sir,"
     "Ah?  What an curious first name!  I'll have my eye on you,
Richardson!  You are one I will be sure squares away!"
     "He's new, sir, this is his first week," Moe injected.
     Schultz's face flared red, his nose twitched so hard I thought it was
going to give him black eyes as he turned toward Moe.  "And your name BOY?"
he snarled, the veins in his forehead bulging out.
     "Crown Prince Amand, sir." Schultz glared back and forth between Moe
and I a couple of times, his nose almost vibrating, before he moved on, not
inspecting Moe.
     "Dude, you were BAD!" Eric told Moe after we were finally dismissed.
"Thanks, you saved my brother!"
     "Yes, but I wont tell that I was about to pee in my pants," Moe
replied.  Everyone laughed for a couple of seconds as we walked toward our
book bags.
     "What the fuck was that all about?  Who is this twitchy nosed dude
anyway?  Is this the army or something, we get inspections now?" I asked.
     "You are lucky you are not a boarder, I have them every morning," Moe
said.
     "We're dead meat," Eric replied.  "Shit-head Schultz is the meanest
teacher here, he hates kids!  If he's going to be our Form Master we're
screwed!  I heard he bent over most of his class one time, and they were
Third Form!"
     "Yes, a boy in my house was one of them, they each received four
strokes," Moe replied.  "His marks were there for more than two weeks!"
     "What are you guys talking about?  What are strokes, what's a forum
master do?" I asked.
     Everyone exchanged glances several times before Eric responded, "I'll
tell him later."  He paused, looking me over before adding, "A FORM Master
is like a vice principle back home, but just for our form, our grade.
Don't fuck with him, and keep your socks pulled up!" brushing my hip as he
said it.
     Schultz was in the halls as we changed classes that afternoon,
scolding several kids.  He gave me several dirty looks but I managed to
stay fairly well away from him.  My last class that day was Science, the
one I was trying to get changed so Eric and were together more.  When I
walked into class I couldn't help wondering what was going on, everyone was
removing their blazers and hanging them on the back of the chairs.  The kid
next to me told me it was 'labs' day, but didn't have time to explain any
further before we had to stand up and watch the teach prance in.
     I quickly became engrossed in all the purple-clad boy butts in front
of me, just like in the lunchroom they were all even more magnificently
displayed without a jacket covering the top half of them.  I didn't notice
that instead of allowing us to be seated the teacher began talking about
class.  After a few seconds spotted the same pair of perfectly shaped
melons supporting a thin tight waist that had caught my attention as
Schultz lectured us, again nervously pulling on the seams of his tight
shorts.  I was so captivated by the different views I got with each tug
that I didn't notice a stack of handouts being passed down each row until
the boy in front of me pushed on my chest and stuffed them in front of me.
     Right after I took one and passed it back the teacher walked to
another door and unlocked it.  Row by row everyone began filing through the
door, which led to another room full of dark colored stone laboratory
benches, with high backless stools below.  The teacher stopped me as I went
started into the room.  He looked around for a second.
     "You may sit at station six, boy," he informed me, pointing about
halfway up the room.  I started to just nod, but gave him a respectful yes
sir and started toward the station.  I couldn't help but smile as the blond
boy I had been studying a few seconds ago placed his handout on the bench
and climbed up on the middle of the three stools under the bench, his tight
bubble but aiming directly at me as he did.
     "Hi, I am Clive," he said as I sat my papers down next to him.  "We
have maths together too," with a thick British accent.
     "I'm Brian," I said, looking at his face for the first time.  I felt
my heart quicken slightly as I looked into his miles deep sky-blue eyes,
perched atop a wonderful button nose.  I almost didn't hear the boy at the
other end of our bench introduce himself as Joey.  After I said hi to Joey
my gaze automatically shifted back to Clive, who was looking at me with a
warm grin, just showing a little of his teeth under his cute pink lips.  As
I returned his smile I subconsciously put my hand over my mouth, not
wanting to show my massive metal mouth.
     He giggled knowingly before he said, "It's brill, I have them too."
flashing a wide smile to reveal a thick wire running across his teeth.
     We exchanged glances every minute or so as the teacher began outlining
our assignments.  After he explained the first couple each station tried
them, watching thrilling miracles like two chemicals foaming up when we
poured them together.  Several times as one of the other of us reached for
something Clive's leg and mine brushed against each other's.  After this
happened several times I felt my groin stirring slightly and without
noticing I had, I slid sideways on my stool moving closer to him.
     We were watching the teacher demonstrate our next project when I felt
a hand on the top of my leg, just below the hem of my shorts.  It rested
there for a second or so and disappeared, only to return a few seconds
later.  My eyes bugged slightly as I felt it sliding its fingers slowly
toward my inner thigh.  I started to look down to confirm what I knew, that
it was Clive's hand on my leg, starting to reach under the table to stop
him at the same time, but his cute face and irresistible eyes stopped me.
Captivated by his wonderful smile I took a deep breath as he gently
squeezed my inner thigh and began stroking it.
     Involuntarily I spread my legs when I felt his fingernails scratching
gently across the little bit of fabric that covered my crotch between my
legs.  After several seconds I felt his fingers slide back to the top of my
leg, and I gasp softly as I felt his fingers slip under the hem of my
shorts.  I found myself shifting on my stool trying to help as he found the
elastic band at the bottom my briefs, but the tightness of my shorts only
gave enough for him to get his fingertips inside.  My boyhood throbbed so
forcefully I was afraid it was going to burst my zipper when he brushed
against my nut sack, but after a few tries the fingertips withdrew.
     He stroked my inner thigh again several times, and just as I was
trying to figure out how to get his fingers back where I wanted them so
very badly, his hand slid up my thigh onto my groin.  I gasp as I felt his
fingers squeeze my now throbbing shaft, and thought I was going to faint
when he began kneading it with his fingers, making the head rub back and
forth across the tight briefs and school shorts that imprisoned it.  It
didn't take long for my lower belly, then my entire groin to start feeling
like a fire was spreading through it, as vividly as when Eric had taken me
to heaven so shortly before.
     The fire had spread into my balls and was threatening my dick when his
hand withdrew.  "No sir, we are reviewing our notes, sir!" I heard his
voice say.  "My new mate is brilliant sir, he thinks so carefully about his
responses, sir!" he added, pinching my thigh with his fingernails.
     I didn't realize I had my hand between Clive's legs, holding his inner
thigh until he brushed it away.  I just had time to get my eyes to focus,
and saw the teacher's irate glare at us before he asked, "And what would
you expect as a reaction to the chemicals I just combined, Richardson?"
     Still semi-comatose, almost my entire brain wishing I could relieve
the tremendous heat and pressure attacking my genitals I just stared at the
stuck up old man.  "Well, Richardson, do you have an answer?" he snarled.
     "Well, very hot!  I mean heat sir," I blurted out, the tip of my dick
talking for me.
     "Very good!" the teacher answered.  "The proper term is exothermic,
please learn to communicate properly, Richardson.  Very well done.  Well
lads, clean your stations and you are excused."  I felt Clive grab my belt
and all but pull me off my stool as everyone else stood and watched the
teacher leave the room.  Somehow I regained my balance, holding onto the
bench as Clive and Joey cleaned up our station.
     My acorn size balls felt like they had swollen to grapefruit size as I
made my way to the school gate and our ride home.  Every time Clive's cute
smile, and wonderful gropes, and his magic hands under the lab bench
flashed back into my thoughts, I could feel my still rock hard boyhood
throb against my shorts, as if demanding both freedom and relief.
     I was still trying to decide if what had happened was real or a dream
when Eric pushed against my shoulder.  "Wow dude, you look like you saw a
ghost!" he said, brushing his hand against my hip.  I just smiled and
followed him out the gate into our van.
     We had been on the bus about ten minutes, Eric's excited talk about
going to Anton's and his day relaxing me, before Eric he got around to
telling me what 'strokes' were swats on the butt with a leather strap or
worse a cane.
     "No fuckn way!" I cried, earning another death glare for Dead Eyes,
again our escort.  After the other kids quit snickering and looking at us I
added in a quieter voice that I hoped only Eric could hear, "No one touches
MY butt!"
     "Except me!" he whispered back, cupping my inner thigh.  The cute
little grin on his face and the feel of his hand made my tool stiffen so
quickly I was afraid the other kids would hear the noise of my shorts
stretching to the limit.  I leaned against him, not really caring if anyone
noticed.
     His subtle grin continued even after we got off the bus, and without
saying anything we both found ourselves walking, then trotting faster and
faster toward his duplex.  I felt myself getting even harder as I watched
his tight butt bob up the stairs, and I rushed right behind him.  We both
dropped our book bags and blazers on the floor as soon as I closed his
bedroom door, and locked tightly into an embrace.  I let out a soft moan as
I felt his hand cup my butt cheeks and we pressed our lips together, his
tongue probing deep into my mouth.
     We kissed for what had to be a couple of minutes, probing each other's
bodies and mouths.  "I thought no one touches your butt," he whispered when
we broke our kiss.
     "Well, your not just anybody," I softly answered.  As our lip met
again I felt his hand leave my butt, then push in-between our bodies.
After he ran it over my package a couple of times, I involuntarily pulled
my stomach in as I felt him unbuckling my belt.
     He was probing for the top of my zipper when we heard a door slam
downstairs.  We both froze for a second or so then broke our kiss.  "Hi
Eric, are you home yet?" his sister's voice called through the closed door.
     "Shit!" we said in unison.  Eric stepped away from me and pointed at
my belt.
     "Yeah, I'm changing clothes.  What are you doing home early," he
called out.  We exchanged forlorn looks as she explained her school
dismissed early for some teacher meeting or whatever.  "Bitch," Eric
mumbled under his breath.  "God, I want you sooooo bad, we gotta go
somewhere," he continued as he stripped out of his uniform.
     "God, you don't even know!" I answered, my balls still demanding
relief from Clive, much less Eric.
     My boyhood throbbed several times as I watched him climb into his
tightest pair of rugby shorts, then the fishnet half shirt I a bought him.
"You're going to tear your shorts," he snickered as he looked me over.
"Come on, I'm going to take care of that for you!" he added as he picked up
his headgear.  He started to push his facebow into his mouth, but paused,
and started out of his room, carrying the appliance in his hand.
     Jennifer had gone downstairs ahead of us and was walking into the
kitchen as we headed to the outside door.  "You better put that on, I'm
going to tell mom," she scolded when she saw us.  Eric gave her a dirty
look, then strapped himself in before opening the door.
     "Talk about a shitty day, what else is going to screw up!" he whined
as we started toward my house.
     After accepting my appliance from Elaine at the door we rushed to my
room.  Eric began digging in my dresser drawer as I stripped out of my
uniform.  He flashed me a wide silver grin as he handed me my gold rugby
shorts.  I bent over to climb into them, and when I stood up he was
standing in front of me, holding the bottle of suntan lotion.  I stood
motionless as he dropped to his knees and began rubbing the cream into my
legs.  After a minute or so I closed my eyes as I felt his fingers slip
inside the hem of my skintight shorts, stroking my thighs.  Between his
massage and my thoughts about Clive earlier, my stomach and groin were so
hot I thought I was going to die.
     He was working his fingers between my legs when a knock came at my
bedroom door.  "Master Brian, your father has rang for you," Elaine
announced.  I opened my eyes and stared at the door trying to figure out
what on earth she said when Eric tapped my stomach.  He was holding his
hand up to his ear, like talking on the telephone when I looked down.
     Tell him to fuck off and die, we're busy! I thought.  "Ah, I'm
changing, tell him I'll call him back," I shouted.  "Please."
     "That would not be prudent sir," she answered, her voice sharpening.
Eric and I exchanged worried glances as I told her I would take the call on
the phone in my room.
     Dad didn't even ask how I was, or how my day had been when I picked up
the phone.  "I understand we had a little problem on the school van today,
is that correct?"  My face fell as I realized I was dead meat.  "You are
restricted to your room.  No music, no video games, no company."  I only
got one word out in defense when he cut me off, "Do I make myself clear?"
After I responded with a disgruntled yes sir he said we would talk about it
when he got home and hung up.
     "I'm dead, dick-breath burned me," I told Eric.  "About what I said on
the bus, I'm grounded probably forever."  Eric turned as ashen as I'm sure
is was.  "I cant even have company," I added.
     "Master Brian, may I show Master Eric out now?"  Elaine boomed through
the door.  We exchanged woeful glances before he shuffled to the door,
turning back for one more look before leaving.
     I stared at the closed door for probably a full minute, my ball
feeling like they were as big as bowling balls.  I plopped onto my bed and
closed my eyes, hoping I could open them and find out this was all a bad
dream.  When that didn't work for a couple of tries I reached down and
grasp my tool, I think probably trying to keep it from exploding.  Oh God,
I cant take it, I'm gonna blow up!  I thought.
     Dad let me stew in my room for a while after I knew he was home.  When
Elaine brought my supper into my bedroom on a tray I knew I was in big
trouble, and ate about four bites during the 20 minutes or so I picked at
it.  Finally, when she returned to pick the tray up she informed me Dad was
waiting for me in his study.
     He spent probably a half hour lecturing me on international relations
and how I was a representative of the US and on and on.  When he told me
that if I got into any more trouble he and I would have to explain why to
the Ambassador, and that I could damage his career, I knew I wouldn't see
the light of day for months, possibly years, but he ended up sentencing me
to room grounding for the rest of the night is all.  I didn't believe there
was any way I would get off that light until Elaine came into my bedroom
shortly after my return, suggesting I sat out a change of clothes for my
sleep over at Anton's, stating she would pack for me the next day.
     The next morning Eric was ecstatic when I told him what happened, that
I was still going to get to go to Anton's.  I could feel his hot tool
throbbing against the small of my back as he fixed my tie, bringing back
all the built up pressure from yesterday into my groin.
     "Dude, you made me so hot yesterday my balls hurt all night," I said,
pulling him more tightly against me.  "God, I want you so bad, today has
got to get over quick, or I'm gonna die."
     "You didn't wank last night?" he asked.  As he studied my reflection
in the mirror his eyes widened, his face begin to show disbelief.  "You
know, jerk off?"  He looked at me briefly before asking, "You don't know
how to. . . Oh God, I cant believe I found you!" he whispered in my ear,
his hand cupping my crotch.  I shivered a little when he licked in my ear
before I turned around a drew him into a long kiss, holding each other
until his sister called us.
     Twitchy Nose seemed to be everywhere, busting kids in the hall for
horrid crimes like crocked ties and not buttoning their blazers.  We had
another inspection after lunch, and even though almost everyone had started
checking each other over as we left the lunch room, even the kids that had
braces checking each other for food particles stuck in our appliances,
about half of us got chewed out.  Thanks to Eric and Moe the only thing he
nailed me for was not standing up straight enough to suit him, and again he
only glanced at Moe, (I think he was more mad because I was short!)
     I almost got Eric and several other kids busted.  Right after he
chewed me out and turned his back I, really not meaning to, twitched my
nose several times imitating him.  Eric and three or four other kids that
saw me giggled for just an instant, earning them, then all of us another
round of scolding.
     "You're fucking crazy!" Eric almost giggled we walked to get our book
bags.
     "He has a bloody death wish, but cool!" the Clive said as he walked
near us, with an even thicker accent than I had heard before.  He gave me a
warm smile before walking away.
     The rest of the school day passed quickly, and soon Death Eyes and I
were exchanging dirty looks as we rode the bus back to the compound.
     "Yeah, dude!" Eric hooted as we rounded a corner and our houses came
into sight.  I followed his gaze and saw my Jaguar already parked in front
of my house, the driver and another man standing beside it.  "I'm gonna
change, I'll be right there," he announced.  "Wear pants, in case Anton's
dad is there," he added, slapping me lightly on the butt.  I watched him
run ahead, the lengthy strides he was taking with his long legs making his
blazer flare up, bouncing off his tight round boy butt with each stride.  I
increased my pace to a jog and rushed across the compound.
     The driver climbed into the wrong side of the car again when they saw
me approaching, and the other man stepped toward me.  I looked him over a
little as I slowed my pace, he was a younger man, he almost looked like an
older college student, but even in his dark suit his body just said
'athlete' all over.
     "Are you Brian?  I'm Robert Gleason, I like to go by Rob, I'll be your
escort."  I told him I was Brian, and that I would be right back as soon as
I changed, and started toward the house.  "Your nanny gave me your bag, I
have it in the trunk," he called after me.
     I was on the porch reaching for the doorknob before I realized what he
had said.  My WHAT!?!  My NANNY???  I asked myself.  I gotta talk to this
dude, I DON'T got no nanny!
     Of course Elaine was right inside the door, headgear tray in hand.  As
soon as I accepted it she took my book bag and started toward my bedroom
with it.  "I laid out a change of clothes for you, as your father
requested, he suggested you wear those," she told me as I followed her down
the hall.
     Oh, fuckn great, do I get to wear a three piece suit from the wax
museum, or another purple clown suit?  I asked myself.  "Yes ma'am," I
answered.
     I felt better when I saw what she had decided I had to wear, a pair of
light gray Dockers, a light blue polo shirt that actually was one of my
favorites when I used to live in California and my Nike Air's.  My neck
objected a little about still another collar, but chilled when I pulled the
shirt over my head and he remembered it.
     I stuck my head into the kitchen and told Elaine I was leaving, but
she stopped me.  "This is for you and Master Eric," she said, handing me a
brown paper sack.  I gave her a wide smile when I looked inside, seeing a
stack of cookies and two small bottles of milk.
     Eric was waiting next to the car, and Rob opened the rear door when he
saw me come out of the house.  I was a little disappointed he wasn't
wearing his headgear.  We hadn't even reached the compound gate when I
reached up and began removing my headgear straps.  I was taking the lower
one from around my neck when Rob turned around in his seat, saying, "Your
nanny suggested you wear that."
     I was staring at him and cursing Elaine at the same time when I heard
Eric snicker, then giggle.  "Nanny!  Brian's got a nanny!" he roared.  I
turned to give him a dirty look just as he slid away from me against the
car door.  "Is she going to come to Anton's and tuck you in your crib
tonight?" he hooted, giggling almost uncontrollably.  I reached out to hit
him when I heard the driver softly snickering.
     "She's NOT my nanny!" I snapped at Rob.  "Sir," it threw in realizing
the tone I had used.  "She's my, well, ah, she's my dad's housekeeper."
     "Oh, I'm sorry, I just arrived here, I'm really getting used to
England and everything," Rob replied.  "But, I think you should put that
back on," he added, pointing at my upper headgear strap laying on the seat
next to me."
     "Yeah or he'll tell Nanny," Eric giggled.  "I'm just teasing, okay
Dude," he continued, gently pushing on my upper arm.  "But wait till I tell
Kevin!"
     Realizing I was doomed total humiliation for the rest of the ride I
slumped back in my seat.  "Where is Kevin?" I asked, hoping to change the
subject.
     "Kevin Thompson?" Rob asked.  "He's on assignment.  You guys know
Kevin?  He recruited me, we were roommates for his last year of college."
Eric and I exchanged wondering glances as he went on to explain how they
did almost everything together, and how 'close' they were.
     We had just finished our cookies when the car slowed and Rob turned
back toward us, asking for our passports.  The driver stopped a the gate
outside a huge, four story building that had to be over a hundred years
old.  I looked around for a minute while Rob handed a guard our passports
as they talked.  "Why are we going to the Embassy?" I asked Eric.
     He giggled before answering, "This is Anton's house!"
     "That's not a house, it's a castle!" I answered.
     Anton was waiting for us as we stopped in front of a set of majestic
steps, leading up to a pair of huge entry doors.  As Rob retrieved Eric and
my backpacks from the trunk I looked Anton over briefly, enjoying the
sight.  He was wearing a pair of pale blue walking shorts that, even though
the pant legs were longer than our school shorts, going about halfway to
his knees, displayed his wonderful body equally well.  His white polo shirt
fit him perfectly, accenting his well tanned neck and arms.  A thin gold
choker neckless with a pair of hands holding each other as a centerpiece
set off his thin, long neck wonderfully.  So much for Boardies!  I thought
as I watched him turn away.
     We started up the steps when Anton stopped and look across the wide
front lawn toward the gates.  "Yes, here is Moe!" he exclaimed, his face
breaking into a happy smile.  I looked back and saw my Jaguar approaching
the gates as a stretched black Bentley drove toward the house.  We waited
while it gracefully navigated the long driveway and stopped in front of us.
Anton's face brightened into an even wider smile as Moe stepped out of the
limo, still in his bright purple school uniform.
     "What shall we do?" Anton asked as we stepped into an enormous
entryway, decorated with what had to be the most grandeur furnishings I had
ever seen, even in the movies.  "Will you take a swim?"
     Everyone quickly agreed before I could reply.  "It's not warm enough,
is it?  Well, and I didn't bring a suit or stuff, I only got one pair of
shorts."
     They all snickered as they led me toward a doorway.  "You have your
suit with you, the one you always wear!" Eric informed me, wrapping his arm
around my waist as he guided me down a flight of stairs.
     I was completely surprised as we entered what I later found out to be
a only part of the mansion's basement, and saw a fairly large indoor pool.
I spent the better part of a minute scanning the room, noticing a large hot
tub next to the pool, along with what looked like a bar along the side.
     "Come on dude, you coming?" Eric's voice distracted me.  When I looked
over at him my eyes bugged as I realized what he meant, he and Anton were
wearing only their birthday suit, they were completely naked!  Moe was
already out of his shirt and shorts and was peeling off his knee socks.  I
couldn't help staring as he pulled off his briefs and ran toward the pool,
his five inch or so shaft, nested in a fairly thick crop of hair, bouncing
off his belly with every step.
     I didn't resist as Eric pulled my shirt over my head, then began
removing my headgear straps.  "But, well but what if we get caught?" I
whimpered as he began unfastening my pants.  I remembered Ronnie talking
about skinny dipping but had never done it.  "No, wait, please!  I don't
want no one to see me or stuff!" I cried, grabbing the waistband of my
jeans.
     "I want to show you off!" Eric responded.  "You are so beautiful, I
love you!"  I blushed about a hundred different colors but allowed him to
strip off my pants and briefs.  Still embarrassed I followed Eric to the
pool and dove in behind him.
     Everyone else was so casual as we swam I relaxed, at least somewhat as
I joined them, I found myself checking out Anton and Moe as they climbed
onto the deck and ran to the diving board time after time.  Anton made me
feel a little more comfortable as I watched his five inch or so soft
boyhood bounce off his belly as he ran, he had a sparse patch of hair
around his package but his nuts were only slightly bigger than mine.  Moe
was a site to see, his completely soft shaft was closer to six inches and
his ball sack looked huge.  A few dark hairs dotted his chest, matching the
fairly thick crop under his arms.  It took me a minute or so to notice his
choker neckless, almost identical to Anton's but the hands grasping
centerpiece was clearly thicker.
     I had just began to feel comfortable when Eric pulled me against me,
we were standing in the shallow end, coming up to the bottom of my rib
cage.  "Still scared?" he whispered before pulling me into a long kiss.
     We kissed for a couple of minutes, Eric cupping my butt then rubbing
his fingers over my rock hard shaft under the water.  I had reached for his
tool when the doors to the pool burst open and two men, about in their mid
twenties rushed in.
     "Oh shit, I knew we'd get caught!" I cried, pulling away from Eric and
ducking down into the water until just my head was exposed.
     "Jock!" Anton howled.  Moe joined in as they both climbed out of the
water, their dicks now at far more than half staff.  Anton ran across the
length of the pool and all but slammed himself against his clearly
muscular, well toned brother's waist.  I only took a very brief look before
understanding what Eric meant about Anton's brother.  As Jock stripped out
of his tee-shirt and knee length shorts I noticed another man standing next
to him.  He was just Jock's height, but even through his polo shirt had a
six pack showing across his stomach along with budging frame that almost
reminded me of Kevin.
     Eric pulled my back against his stomach, his hard boyhood pushing into
me even under the water.  "Hi Jock!" he said.  "This is my new friend
Brian!"  Jock's grin as he looked down at us said more than a thousand
words could have.
     Jock said something like, "Vous eetiez Anton correct, il est
beau. Comme un petit ours d'or de nounours." * 1 All the other kids
giggled.  My eyes kept glancing then deverting away from Jock's long,
quickly growing manhood.
     "Et vous n'tes jamais trop vieux pour jouer avec des ours de
nounours!" Jock's friend snickered, making everyone's eyes lock on me, as
Eric pulled me closer to him.
     * 1 You were correct Anton, he is beautiful.  Like a little golden
teddy bear.
     * 2 And you are never too old to play with teddy bears!

To be continued. . .