Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2016 20:01:57 +0100
From: J. Forrester <niftyencomiums@gmail.com>
Subject: The Embarrassment of Riches - Chapter Four

The Embarrassment of Riches
Chapter Four: The Deep End


The people, places and events of this story exist only in my (and now your)
imagination; therefore, any resembelences to real people, real places or
real events would be really cool.


The halls of residence for students of the King James VI (of Scotland)
University had rooms that could hardly be considered generously
appointed. It was big enough for a desk and chair, a cupboard and chest of
drawers and a queen-sized bed – but not much else. Bathrooms were
communal as was the kitchen. Five rooms filled the section of corridor on
which Johnnie, Cal, Daniel and Tom lived. The fifth room had lain idle
since their friend Victor moved out to lodge in a house off campus at the
start of the academic year.

Several other rooms, all grouped in fives, led off down other corridors or
were separated by communal rooms – the kitchen or bathrooms or
recreation room. When tipsy, inebriated or downright legless, one could
usually still navigate by the roadmap of the first floor. Up the stairs;
stumble past five rooms – two on the right, three on the left – take
the corridor on the right – stumble past another five rooms, past the
bathroom and then stumble to the last room on the left. Home sweet home.

Johnnie had had a few drinks the night before but his head was untroubled
this morning – he knew he'd need to get up for lectures and seminars
today. Wednesday lectures and seminars would all be over by lunch time; by
2pm, all lessons were finished and Johnnie and Calvin could relax. As it
was, it was only 7am and they had hours to go before freedom.

When Johnnie reached the showers, he could hear Daniel singing away to
himself behind one of the screens. Daniel turned off the water and stepped
out to dry himself off when Johnnie walked in. Daniel's smooth skin was a
beautiful all-year tan thanks to a Greek father, but he was as reluctant to
show it off in the showers as he was anywhere else – he was a bashful
boy. He blushed just a little when Johnnie saw his dripping wet body and
his flaccid penis but he needn't be embarrassed, his dick was exquisite.

Daniel wrapped a towel around his waist and used another to dry
off. Johnnie too was wearing a towel – his hair flat and unstyled. Both
Johnnie and Daniel had admirable bodies, their physique the result of
frugal student living that encouraged healthy eating (instead of junk) and
a gym membership that, although a little pricey, was well worth it.

"Morning." Johnnie said jovially.

"Morning," Daniel parroted, smiling through the steam that fogged up the
space between them. "You're up early, aren't you?"

 "Yea, a little," Johnnie said. "Calvin, Tom and me are going swimming
later. Do you want to come?"

"Been a while since I swam," Daniel admitted – years in fact. "Don't
know if I could remember how."

"It's like riding a biker," Johnnie jested and although typically
provocative of him, Daniel knew Johnnie was not quite the `player' he
pretended to be.

The point was made however and Daniel was at a loss for an actual excuse
not to go.

"I'll think about it," Daniel replied.

Daniel walked back to his room wearing a towel and a pair of flip-flops –
a second towel hung around his neck. Stepping inside his room he checked
the time – plenty in which to have a wank before breakfast. He locked
his door and opened his towel – his thick penis was more than four
inches before he even touched it. As Daniel lay down on his bed with his
feet on the floor, legs bent and spread wide for easy access, he massaged
the root of his cock. It responded favourably and began to rise and as he
stroked his big hands along the length of the shaft Daniel closed his
eyes. He thought of Johnnie – in the bathroom dressed in a towel, the
small patch of chest hair between his little nipples...



Johnnie liked seeing Daniel in the bathroom in the mornings. It didn't
happen very often because he was not an early riser but it is quality that
counts not quality, and Daniel sure was quality.

Johnnie couldn't help but flashback to his adventure in the seminar a few
weeks ago, when Daniel had saw him naked. It was one thing to be seen in a
shower room but quite another to have your cock out in a storeroom at the
back of a university classroom.

Johnnie felt bad about what Daniel had said – all but accused him of
having loose morals. It was not, strictly speaking, an unfair accusation or
assumption but it was an inaccurate one. Johnnie had never been unfaithful
to Calvin because they were not actually an item – no matter what people
thought; not that he didn't want...

Fantasy was a wonderful thing which was why, as he stepped into the shower,
Johnnie thought very fondly of Daniel and brought his cock to full mast. He
was just teasing it though – he wanted to save himself for later and it
didn't much bother him when other guys started arriving for their
showers. He knew his silhouette would paint a thousand words but he was
just keeping everything in good working order.

This rationale for stroking off in the shower reminded him of something Tom
had told him in the pub last weekend. Apparently `morning wood' was more
clinically known as nocturnal penile tumescence; a spontaneous erection
during sleep or when waking up that all men experience three to five times
every night, usually during REM sleep.

"It contributes to good penile health," Tom had said.

"Are you coming on to me?" Johnnie had replied by way of joke and Tom
reddened. "I'm only joking. Where do you read all this stuff?"

"Hi, I'm Tom. I'm a big fat dork, it's nice to meet you," he replied
sarcastically.

"Hi.  I'm Johnnie: stud, hero, idol..."

"Yea, yea, yea," Tom interrupted.

Johnnie washed and rinsed and waited for his wood to soften then exited the
shower and dried off. Half an hour later, Johnnie entered the kitchen
showered and shaved. Tom and Daniel were deep in discussion. Although also
second year, like Johnnie and Calvin, Tom and Daniel were students of
Psychology rather than Journalism and Multimedia.

"Psychology even affects the likes of architecture and design. Think about
it – knowing how people think might affect how you design the layout of
an office or a supermarket." Tom had said.

"I must have missed that part in my reading last night. I thought we were
doing experimental design and statistics?" Daniel said with an edge of
sarcasm.

If Tom even noticed he ignored it; "Well, what's going to get the most out
of people who are shackled to their desks in a nine to five job? Where
should a manager's office be to emphasise their stature? What kind of
layout for a shop will make people buy the most? Why do they sell snack
foods right next to the checkouts?" Tom's enthusiasm was endearing and
honest.

 "Well then, next time we're out shipping I'll think about how you helped
to decide which shelf the baked beans should go on." Concluded Daniel, not
unkindly but with a jest in his voice.



"I had a bath in baked beans once." Said Calvin, joining them in the
kitchen and lowering the tone of the conversation.

He was followed Victor and while everyone gave Calvin a strange it was
Victor who asked: "For charity, one assumes?"

"No." Said Calvin. "Sex game."

Tom inhaled his cornflakes and began to choke. A sharp slap on the back
from Victor saved the day and the whole kitchen filled with laughter. Once
Tom coughed and sneezed the milk out of his nose and respiratory tract,
Calvin continued.

"Yes, of course it was for charity. Our school was raising money for Marie
Curie and Macmillain Nurses." Then Calvin lowered the tone with: "I wanted
a sexy nurse to bed bath me, but..."

Johnnie gave him a reprimanding slap to the back of the head.

"I remember that," Johnnie said. "And I remember hosing you down outside
the gym hall afterwards."

Cal had only been wearing his underwear at the time. Good memories.

It was moments like this that reminded the others of Cal and Johnnie's
shared history. They had been friends since primary school, attended the
all-boys Earl of Lennox Boys School together and now attended Uni
together. Their competitive relationship was conducive to healthy results
too: they both had excellent school exams, their coursework and exams all
through first year of University had also been above average. Johnnie liked
to think gentle bribing with sexual favours helped to foster a healthy
relationship just as much as the friendly competition between them.



Victor was the odd one out; brought into the group last year by virtue or
misfortune of having a room between Johnnie and Calvin. He had moved out at
the start of term to live with a man who was renting out a room in his
house. Victor's landlord was called E.J.; thirty-odds, tall – very tall,
blonde and handsome. Calvin and the gang had met him a couple of times now
and thought he was pretty cool, especially as he was the deputy manager of
the gym they all frequented.

Victor had made a subtle sexual overture but E.J. hadn't
reciprocated. Victor was a big black guy; tall (about as tall as E.J.),
fuzzy dark hair, brown eyes and black beard that was almost as fuzzy as the
hair on his head. He looked, and indeed was, like a big friendly giant.

As much as he liked the King James VI (of Scotland) University, it hadn't
been his first choice for studying law – which was another thing that
made him the odd one out. Victor had joked (with a bitter undertone) that
even if he sold both kidneys he still could not have afforded Oxford or
Cambridge. Calvin had suggested, when they had first met, that he could
have been a male prostitute – that guys would pay good money for a big
black man with a huge cock.

"That's the problem, you see." Victor had replied. "I've a got a little
dick."

He had been joking and although neither Johnnie nor Calvin had had sex with
Victor, they had seen him naked and they had heard the `war stories' from
the few boyfriends they had met. Once, through the walls that divided their
rooms, Johnnie and Calvin had heard loud words that resonated with fear and
disbelief: "Have you got a third arm? Fuck! That thing will never fit!"

The lads got it printed on a t-shirt for him.



"We're going swimming today, Victor. Do you wanna come?" Johnnie spoke as
cups of tea were drained and cups, plates and bowls were stacked in the
sink for someone to not do later.

"Busy," he replied. Victor had established a communication system with them
early in their friendship. "Busy," meant no quibbling or persuasion was
allowed.

"No problem," Tom said wryly. "We'll just have to have fun without you."

"Yea thanks for coming all the way over to deny us," Daniel added, equally
tongue-in-cheek. "Why did you come all the way over here?" Daniel asked.

"Because I missed you so damn much," Victor grumbled and then gave Daniel a
big scratchy kiss on the cheek.

"It was the free breakfast wasn't it?" Tom asked, astute as ever.

"What can I say? E.J. just won't share his coco pops!"

It was hard to tell if he was joking or not – free breakfast versus the
company, it was a tossup.



Twenty minutes later the boys were trudging along the path between the
Halls and the University, chatting amiably. Johnnie and Calvin had early
morning lectures while Daniel and Tom had late morning lectures but planned
to head to the library; Victor had lectures "All damn day," which was
probably why he didn't want to come to the Symposium.

"How's your new digs?" Tom asked, he had to crane his neck up to look the
big guy in the face.

"Good, wee man. Really good," he replied. "I really do miss you lot, but
don't tell the others," he said in a lower voice.

"What's that you said?" Johnnie asked above the conversation he had been
having with Cal and Daniel.

"You're an idiot and I hate you," Victor feigned.

"You don't hate me," Johnnie said as if it was the most implausible thing
ever.

"But you are an idiot."

"Hush."

"How are you getting along with E.J.?" Tom asked interrupting before they
got any sillier.

"Nice looking guy but impervious to my charms... can you believe that?"
Victor asked.

Tom deliberately waited for a beat too long, "No."

Victor pushed him and the smaller lad nearly keeled over.

"You're a funny man," Victor said, grabbing Tom to help right himself and
then patting his shoulder with a friendly paw.

"I think he's got a fella that he's not telling me about. Anyhow, he's
planning a Halloween party at the Symposium for the end of the month. He
said you guys should come along – all my friends are welcome... and also
Johnnie." Victor joked.

"Hey! Watch it," Johnnie said laughing it off.

It came time for them to go their separate ways. Victor sloped off alone
and lonely while Calvin and Johnnie joined forces and headed for the John
Gierson building; Daniel and Tom meanwhile headed for the library, destined
for the George Younger building in a few hours time.





They agreed to meet back at the Halls at half past one so that by 2PM they
could head off for the athletics club. Daniel had a car – an old banger,
but it ran pretty good – and he had agreed to drive the whole gang
over. Besides, none of the others had a car.

The four lads had been swimming at this time before and enjoyed it because
it was almost empty. While there was plenty of activity elsewhere in the
centre – the weight rooms, the yoga rooms, the badminton courts – the
pool today was completely empty. Although it was a school day and the
middle of the working week, this was unusual and unexpected, but not an
unpleasant turn of events.

The lads liked the Symposium because it favoured men only, as was their
preference, and because the staff were friendly, the rules were relaxed and
Victor's hot landlord was deputy manager who gave them all membership
discounts.

The boys entered the locker room which was bedecked with lockers and
benches. There were also group changing rooms (with adjacent showers) to
allow parties to change together and store their gear together. There was
only a few people around as the four lads stripped off their clothes and
pulled on their swimwear.

Johnnie, Calvin, Daniel and Tom were like the four (highly uncoordinated)
musketeers or maybe the A-Team (the B-Team?). Johnnie, Calvin and Daniel
were each a few inches either side of six foot while Tom was several inches
shorter. Johnnie and Tom were fair haired (Tom's a shade between blonde and
ginger: "Slightly ginger", Tom called it). None of them were particularly
hairy in the chest department and only Tom had a flat boyish chest while
the others had developed chests with passable pecs and abs.

Daniel and Tom each wore swimming shorts; blue and yellow
respectively. Johnnie was wearing Daniel-Craig-as-007 swimming shorts and
Calvin wore red swimming trunks that showed off an decent package.



They each attached their locker keys, which were mounted on bands that
strapped around the wrist or ankle, to their wrists as they entered the
pool area. In the passage between the locker room and the pool was a bank
of showers that lined each side for rinsing off on leaving the pool. As the
group entered the main pool area, Daniel made for the diving board; the
others contented themselves with making a splash from the edge of the pool
- the water was warm and refreshing and wet.

They each spent time doing laps of the pool and during their minutes of
respite gazed out of the window which spread the length of the pool;
looking out onto grassland beside the Symposium Athletics Club. Johnnie had
once wondered how wise it was to have such an opportune method for being
pervy since the window ran parallel to a walking path; worse still was that
on the other side of the path was the flood-lit football pitch. The walk
back from the football pitch afforded the opportunity to peek at the
shirtless and wet men inside.

Johnnie ultimately accepted that it was no different to the spectator
gallery on the opposite side of the pool. The gallery was located at pool
level and on the floor above, overlooking the length of the pool just as
the window did, except it stopped just short of the passage that led back
into the locker room.

After twenty minutes or so, Johnnie swam closer to Calvin and gave him a
kiss. There was something enjoyable about the tenderness of it while being
surrounded by water. Kicking their legs to stay afloat, they held hands and
continued to kiss until their legs grew too tied to keep them up. As they
swept their arms though the water, Johnnie commented on Calvin's physique.

"I love a guy in Speedo," Johnnie admitted.

"I love a guy who's not in Speedo," Calvin returned.

Johnnie smiled devilishly and moved closer to Calvin again. He placed a
hand on the fabric of Calvin's swimming costume and groped the cock
beneath. Calvin's dick stretched the material slightly but he did not grow
completely hard.

"Have you ever swam naked?" Johnnie asked.

Calvin sputtered. Although rarely surprised by anything Johnnie said or
did, he was surprised now. "No. Because I'm not insane," He replied and
realised Johnnie had said something similar a few weeks ago – right
before his denuding in the seminar room.

Cal should have seen the trap coming.

"I bet it would be really sexy," Johnnie teased – he swam so close that,
as his hand again groped Calvin's package, his chest was pressed against
Calvin's right arm so his hand could reach Johnnie's own thickening cock.

"We'll get caught," whispered Calvin.

"There's no-one here," Johnnie remarked.

"We'll get into trouble if someone does come in," Calvin pointed out.

"Whose gonna complain about a sexy stud swimming naked? Some people would
pay to see it." Johnnie was persuasive and seductive so that, by the time
Calvin had made up his mind, he actually though it was a good idea. But it
was more than that; Cal and Johnnie had a long tradition of sex games
involving humiliation and or danger.

Calvin looked around and saw only Tom and Daniel who were talking at the
far side of the pool. Calvin slipped his thumbs into the waist band of his
swimming trunks and pushed them down. Water swarmed around his cock and
balls and it felt quite pleasant. Then an unexpected kiss from Johnnie
caused Calvin to kick with his legs and the Speedo slipped off his feet and
into the depths.

He was not very perturbed, the kiss was lovely and Calvin could again feel
Johnnie's throbbing member by his hand. The kiss broke at the sounds coming
from the showers. Having just exited the locker room, twenty magnificent
high school boys wearing swimming trunks entered the pool area.

Calvin shuddered.



The only consolation was that they were all seventeen plus or minus a year
and totally freakin' hot! Cal knew they were in their final year at the
Earl of Lennox Boys School - the schools symbol that was embossed on their
swimming trunks gave them away. For another thing, Cal recognised a few of
the boys. He and Johnnie had attended the same school – leaving less
than a year and a half ago.

 `It would have to be Speedos, wouldn't it?' thought Calvin. Johnnie was
already swimming away on a backstroke, which Calvin dared not do for fear
of his cock would rise like a periscope above the surface of the water.

Calvin watched the boys - all fit, a few were on the skinny like Tom and
had not yet attained a swimmers physique; but most had the robust physical
builds of regular swimmers. The boys creamy, nearly-naked bodies, their
skinny legs and bare feet caused Calvin's cock to throb. He simultaneously
cursed Johnnie who was grinning having retrieved Calvin's Speedos and swam
to the far end of the pool.

"Ok guys," shouted the floppy-haired blond bloke who was clearly in charge.

It was only then, as he called attention to himself, that Cal realised the
strapping blonde man was E.J. – deputy manager and Victor's landlord. He
was big and muscled, handsome, well over six feet tall and had long blonde
haired legs and a physique sculpted from swimming, weights and fortuitous
genetics.

Shorts and a t-shirt set him apart from the boys in his charge. Never the
less, Cal could still admire the man's rugged appearance; for a man of
around thirty Calvin would have guessed he was early or mid-twenties. He
was a friendly man too and by merit of associating with Victor, E.J. was
welcome in their company.

Except now because Cal was naked and desperately hoped E.J. would not
notice.

E.J. was firm with the school boys, probably with good reason as he told
them: "Friendly practice lengths only today. I do not want a repeat of last
week – blood in the water is frowned upon. I am looking at you
two... Mike. Simon."

Mike and Simon raised big hands like boxers mitts and made a few feints and
parries. Calvin smiled but noticed one of them had a recently broken nose –
clearly the last time they raised fists had not been so jovial. After a
second, Cal noticed a fit boy with very short hair whisper to them both and
they nodded complicity – E.J. may be the lesson master but clearly that
boy ruled the roost.



Calvin swam discretely to the side of the pool farthest from the group of
boys and was presently joined by Johnnie, Tom and Daniel. Johnnie no longer
had the swimming trunks and Cal knew better than to ask where the hell
they'd gone.

"Payback's a bitch, isn't it?" Johnnie said, though not unkindly. His tone
was more mocking than nasty.

Johnnie and Cal had a tradition of tit for tat. Tit: Johnnie was left naked
in a class at University; tat: Calvin's stripped naked in a public pool.

"I wonder what the posh boys will do when they see you," Johnnie added.

Calvin noticed the use of the word "when" rather than "if" and shuddered at
the foregone conclusion.

"Ah, private school – where even straight guys are briefly gay." Tom
said with a wistful voice. It was hard to tell if he was being half fun or
wholly earnest.

"Speaking from experience?" asked Daniel, jumping on the chance to learn
more about their elusive friend.

"Yea... kind of... but not really" Tom replied, trying to decide how much
to reveal. "Most guys didn't get way extracurricular with it. The `gayest'
some of them got was wanking themselves till they all came on Ricky
Rollands bed. I was I was fourteen at the time. There was about ten
`straight' guys there. It was funny at the time," Tom paused and looked
very serious for a moment; "to be fair, Ricky did steal the last Kit Kat."

"Sounds like a good memory." Said Calvin. "Let me picture it... ten
guys... mutual masturbation... fingering... oral... anal..." Calvin opened
his eyes to three sets of strange looks. "Oh, sorry - I decided to improve
on the memory."

Behind them, the swimmers were now in the water. A few cast them a fleeting
glance but most were preoccupied. E.J. too was preoccupied as one of the
athletic assistants (Cal called them towel boys, which was too bit smutty
for a real job title) came in to bend his ear.

Calvin and the others suddenly noticed a few nudges between several of the
boys as they looked, pointed and sniggered teenage sniggers. They had
finally noticed Calvin's bare arse –for he had tried to protect his
modesty by facing away from them. Although the whole group had quickly been
informed, only four of them swam towards them.



An Asian guy and a set of twin followed in wake of their leader, the boy
who had quietly admonished Mike and Simon. When they finally got nearer
Calvin felt a pang of guilt to be ogling the boys who, were two years his
junior. But they were pretty; with lean bodies, well-developed muscles and
pale skin glistening from the water.

What worried Calvin more was that he vaguely recognised them. By the time
he and Johnnie were leaving the Earl of Lennox Boys School these boys would
have been completing fourth year; he had no reason to know their names, but
what concerned Cal even more was that they might recognise him.

"Did you lose a bet?" asked the boys leader, who had a Fife accent.

Silently, Tom swooned and recalled another school memory involving a boy
with a Fife accent and a bottle of lotion...

"Not exactly," Calvin replied and then pointed to Johnnie. "He lost a
bet. This is payback."

"Payback's a bitch, isn't it?" the Fife lad said, sharing a conspiratory
look with his friends. "My name's O'Connor – friends call me Connor," he
added, leaving Cal to wonder how bad his first name must be to go by his
surname.

"Calvin McCall," He replied.

Connor extended his hand to Calvin who moved closer to grasp it and as he
did, Connor's other hand swept through the water and took Calvin by the
balls. Calvin was shocked but not as shocked as Connor when his friends,
who had subtly paddled backwards, grabbed his Speedo. They pulled the
garment straight down and off Connor's legs. Calvin felt his cock grow hard
and a few seconds later, Connor's hard dick had rose to touch the tip of
his.



To say Connor was shocked or surprised is a slight misnomer – he had
been expecting payback for a while. Indeed his comment about what a bitch
it is was, was less of a reference to prior retribution and more a portent
of the payback to come. And here it was.

Connor swam a few strokes towards the edge of the pool furthest from his
E.J. and leaned on the edge. Calvin and the others could see his lovely
arse but quickly joined him. Connor turned in the water to face Calvin, the
two naked lads mirroring each other.

"So..." said Connor, waiting for the awkward pause to pass. "Will you give
me a hand job?"

Calvin balked at the question and Connor quickly elaborated before Cal
actually had a chance t say no.

"They've been waiting to get me back ever since... well, you went to
Lennox, you know what the place is like," Cal did and nodded his
understanding. "...doesn't matter what this is payback for, I saw it coming
the second I spotted your naked arse. Shit, I practically dared them to do
it." Connor said.

Cal swallowed hard, "You remember me from Lennox?"

"Who wouldn't? You and your friend, er, Johnnie, isn't it?" Connor replied;
"You guys were – are – legends. Me and my friends are following in
your footsteps for being completely fucking outrageous. The staff room
debacle? Totally awesome! Still not sure why you told people about that one
but kudos anyway."

Connor was starting to sound like an overexcited fan boy so Cal brought the
conversation back to the relevant issue.

"And why should I give you a hand job?" Calvin asked.

"Oh, well persuading someone to give you a hand job is on our list –
mine and my friends – of tasks we need to complete before
Christmas. Number eleven: get a wank from a stranger."

Tom and Daniel gave Connor bewildered looks as if the whole idea was mental
beyond comprehension. Even Calvin and Johnnie weren't sure about it. Task
number eleven?

"Geez, what else is on your list?" asked Calvin.

"Wank on a straight guy is the last thing on the list... still working on
how to manage that one," answered Connor.

"I dunno if I want to help stroke things off your list," Cal replied.

"Nice pun."

"Thanks."

Calvin was still unsure. "Again, why would I want to?"

Connor pouted in mockery. "Are you saying you don't fancy me?"

"Are you gonna return the favour?" asked Calvin.



"Oh, well... I've already done number twelve on the list: wank off someone
else." Connor replied, though he had clearly realised there was no
incentive for Calvin to comply with him.

Which is why everyone was surprised – Johnnie, Tom, Daniel, Connor; all
of Connor's peers and even Calvin himself – was surprised when Cal
reached out and pulled on Connor's semi-hard cock.

Connor was a good looking boy – tall and lean with hair cut so short it
was difficult to tell what colour it even was. His chest and legs were
shaven and so was the patch above his cock. Connor had reached behind
himself to inset a finger in his arse to speed things up a bit. It was
impossible not to be aroused as Calvin pulled on Connor's dick, with all
the others still looking.

The only consolation was that they seemed to be equally aroused. Actually,
not the only consolation – there was another. Connor was seventeen, just
two years younger than Calvin, and as such was highly fertile and
horney. It did not take long before Connor bucked his hips; humping
Calvin's hand as he came into the water.

Connor made a satisfied little noise and looked interested at the
immiscibility of water and cum.

"I owe you one," Connor said without conviction and Cal doubted he had any
intention of repaying the debt.

Which was fine, Cal had no intention of collecting on the insincere
I.O.U. after all, there was worse ways to spend your afternoon than beating
off a handsome young man.

Somewhat facetiously, Cal asked: "Will your friends come to inspect the
water or take it on good faith?"

He looked over his shoulder and the twins gave him the thumbs up.

"I think we're good," Connor replied. He made to swim off but then decided
to give Calvin a kiss on the cheek. As he swam away, he called: "I look
forward to seeing you get out the pool."



Calvin looked pleadingly at Johnnie, hoping he had earned his swimming
trunks back and hoping too that Johnnie was not mad at him for wanking
someone who wasn't him. This concern came from the tiniest of micro
expressions that perhaps even Johnnie didn't realise he had made.

"Sorry, Calvin," Johnnie said. "Your Speedo was lifted by one of those lads
who's headed into the changing room."

Cal looked over to see one of the twins standing by the passage leading
back into the locker room. Then Calvin's concentration was broken by
E.J. who was now exasperated with the staff member who'd been yammering
away. Frustrated, whatever the problem was it demanded his immediate
attention.

"I'll be back in five," E.J. called and, seeing Johnnie et al, who could
loosely be defined as responsible adults, added: "Keep an eye on this lot?
Don't let anyone drown while I'm gone?"

E.J. hustled his assistant out of the pool area ahead of him and Johnnie
took the time to admire E.J.'s nice arse. But this was also Calvin's best
chance.

 "Time to go? Yea?" Calvin asked rhetorically, swimming across the pool
towards the edge nearest the passage into the changing room.

On his way, Calvin could see Connor slipping back into his Speedo and
silently chastised himself. He should have asked for the kid's swimming
trunks in return for that hand job. When he got to the edge of the pool he
braced himself. Calvin knew that all the boys were perfectly aware of his
nudity but he was about to stand up tall and in clear view and be seen by
twenty scantily clad boys. It should be a dream, but it felt like a
nightmare.

As he began to rise out of the pool, Calvin spotted the twin Johnnie had
pointed to earlier – the one who had pinched his Speedo. He was standing
near the changing room entrance and was slipping a mobile phone into a
sports bag. Calvin's heart jumped at first at the idea of photographic
evidence – though it wouldn't be the first time that had happened as Cal
considered his and Johnnie's back catalogue of adventures. But the phone
had been put away before Cal's cock or arse was even in view. Thus Calvin
paid no mind and pulled himself proudly out of the pool and the boys all
cheered. Calvin tried to ignore them.

"Hey, Calvin?" shouted Connor.

Calvin turned and gave him an indignant eyeful of his cock and
balls. "Yea?"

Connor said nothing – instead he pointed. Calvin turned in the direction
Connor was indicating. Outside, through the window that spread the length
of the pool, were another twenty boys from the school. All dressed in
football kits, with muddy knees and big grins. Clearly the boy with the
mobile had warned their friends about the show about to unfold and even
straight boys like ritualistic humiliation.

Calvin resisted the temptation to cover up and instead turned to give them
an ass view. Dripping wet and naked, Calvin felt elated; he only wished he
was the one watching the exhibition.



Calvin stood under one of the showers that swimmers used to rinse off
before re-entering the changing rooms. He had never been naked while using
it before but doubted the Symposium staff would mind – he had heard some
wild stories about events at their clubs in Glasgow and Edinburgh. He still
felt exposed but exhilarated also.

He was joined after a few minutes by Tom, Johnnie and then a few more
minutes later by Daniel. Johnnie approached and kissed his not-boyfriend on
the lips; the kiss was long and deep and quite pleasurable. Calvin soon had
his hands on Johnnie's hips and was sliding them into Johnnie's swimwear,
pushing them down slightly.

Tom and Daniel made a discrete exit but Johnnie and Calvin were quickly
interrupted by E.J.'s return. He gave them a look and then just grinned.

"Johnnie, Cal," he acknowledged and nodded then went back poolside.

It was time for them to go.

Calvin had only gotten Johnnie's tight swimming shorts to thigh level; his
cock and balls and ass exposed, but only briefly. Johnnie pulled them up
and ducked into the changing room with a raging hard on and Calvin followed
despite being tempted to wait for the sexy lads. Calvin had perhaps hoped
for a hand job, a blowjob or even a quickie from Johnnie for taking his
humiliation so well. It was how he and Johnnie celebrated a few weeks ago
after Johnnie had been stripped in class.

But he was disappointed because Johnnie, Daniel and Tom were already
getting dressed by the time he walked in. Daniel and Tom glanced at him and
then averted their eyes from the unmissable part of his anatomy that was
still on show. Johnnie watched him cross the locker room to retrieve his
clothes; which were thankfully still in his locker.

Calvin got dressed quickly, leaving only his laces to tie by the time the
others were finished dressing. The four of them could hear some commotion
from the direction of the pool and a few seconds later they saw the pale
and wet skin of the school swimmers making their way to one of the private
changing rooms.

"Daniel?" said Johnnie. "We're going to do something you might disapprove
of. Would you mind striking up a conversation with E.J.?"



Hovering around the main changing room was the club's deputy manager who
was today charged with keeping an eye on the rowdy gang from the Earl of
Lennox Boys School.

"You're going to go perv on boys, aren't you?" asked Daniel, lowering his
voice discretely.

"Yea. But when you put it like that you make us sound like
child-molesters." Calvin chipped in. "They're all eighteen," said Johnnie.

"Seventeen," Calvin corrected.

"They're all seventeen," said Johnnie.

"Age of consent is sixteen," Tom piped in helpfully.

"Yea, I mean for crying out loud, most of them look older than Tom,"
commented Johnnie.

Tom remained silent, shyly shuffling his feet. "No offence taken – if
you were wondering," he said affably; after a moment had passed.

"Yea, yea," Daniel replied to Johnnie and Calvin. "Fine, I'll talk to
him. But I'm not speaking in your defence at the trial." With that, Daniel
crossed the locker room and struck up a conversation.

Once Johnnie, Tom and Calvin were sure they were animatedly engaged in
dialogue; they too crossed the locker room. Slipping into the door Johnnie
had seen the lads go through, they immediately smelled the aromatic blend
of chlorine, sweat, shampoo and deodorant carried in the steam from the hot
showers. It felt strange to be fully dressed as they rounded a corner to
the left and saw a dozen naked boys and to their right the other eight
stood beneath the torrent of flowing water.

One of Connor's friends was the first to notice them – the slim Asian
guy whose everything was shaved.

"Hi. I'm Kazuo, by the way. And my face is up here," he joked, brining the
collective gaze up from his crotch and back to his beautiful brown
eyes. Kazuo made no to attempt to cover himself, rather he smiled and
nodded to Connor to raise his attention.

"Oh, hi guys," Said Connor.

Connor, at least momentarily, had the decency to appear abashed at being
naked in front of three fully-clothed older guys.



Out of the water, Connor was a little shorter than Calvin expected and his
hair was much lighter now that it was not soaking wet. His pubes were short
and his balls were filling with anticipation. Calvin, Johnnie and Tom
looked around the room. Most of the boys paid them hardly any attention and
attempted to nonchalantly get dressed without too much exposure.

Suddenly though, the most striking sight was the twins who had accompanied
Connor when they all first met. They were growing boys who would probably
stop short of off six foot by the time they left school, with short brown
hair and their identical lantern jaws added a few years to their real
age. They appeared to be hairless everywhere else they could see; but they
had towels around their waists.

Calvin smiled and nodded hello. "You guys identical everywhere?" he added
salaciously.

No one was prepared for them to laugh and then simultaneously whip their
towels away. Above their identical cocks was a tidy patch of pubic
hair. There was some uncertain laughter from around the locker room that
stopped immediately as Connor grouped one of them and the other stimulated
his own cock. The twin cocks mirrored each other as they rose and Tom
briefly wondered how Connor told the twins apart and if only one or both
was gay: only one twin happily being stroked by Connor but the other, even
if not gay, certainly seemed comfortable with being aroused in the company
of his brother. There was a sense of familiarity that this was not their
first time. Moreover, none of the others, even the lads who cared not to
watch seemed particularly surprised or offended.

Two identical boys with two identical 7 inch cocks stood before them and if
ever there was a case for premature ejaculation; this was it. Connor's own
dick was rising almost, but not quite, to full mast.

Connor smiled and looked towards Johnnie, Calvin and Tom. "You guys wanna
leave now? We'd like to finish off in private."

"Sure. We've got our own orgy to get to anyway," replied Calvin with tongue
in cheek.

Calvin, Johnnie and Tom removed themselves from the room, stealing one last
glance at the perfect nudity before them.

"Oh," said Johnnie who turned back at the last second and left the other
two to go without him. "There's a Halloween here at the Symposium in a few
weeks; you should come along, maybe we'll see you there."

Connor smiled and cast a look at Kazuo and the twins, "We'll let you know,"
Connor said nonchalantly; "I got Daniel's number. I'll give you guys a
call."

"You have Daniel's number? Why?"

"It's a secret," Connor said evasively.

Johnnie, Calvin and Tom left the boys just in time because Daniel and
E.J. were wrapping up their conversation. It was only when Johnnie saw
their new friend E.J. that he suddenly wondered if it was really his place
to invite the boys – he assumed it was an open invite to the
Symposium. Johnnie further wondered if it was appropriate for high school
boys to come to a party with twenty-something university guys and probably
thirty year olds gym attendees.

Johnnie could hear Daniel and E.J. talking now.

"...I'd rather not talk about my love life," said E.J.

"But there IS something to not talk about?" Daniel persisted admirably.

"G'bye, Daniel."

With that, E.J. made his way to check discreetly on his charges, nodding to
Johnnie, Cal and Tom as he passed them.

"Are you guys done?" Daniel asked.

"All done." Johnnie said.



A while later, Victor was being given the details of their misadventure –
by the end of the story, he'd come to rue not being present for the
changing room lust-fest.

Johnnie and Daniel were in the recreation room back at the Halls where a
few less familiar students were also milling around. Daniel seemed to have
something on his mind but, like Tom, approached the issue gently for fear
of causing offence or disturbing the status quo.

"I was surprised when Calvin gave that Connor boy a hand job." Daniel said
eventually, after that particular part of the story was recounted.

"That Connor boy looks like one of those twenty-four year old American guys
who plays sixteen-year-old high school guys on T.V." Johnnie said,
concerned that Daniel's conservative approach to relationships was about to
express disapproval.

"Fine, Connor's sexy looking – that makes it less wrong," Said Daniel
sarcastically. "He fancies Tom too – said so after you guys followed
Calvin to the showers," Daniel said.

"You guys were talking? Why? What about?" Johnnie's curiosity was raised.

"Nothing very important," he replied evasively.

"Connor said he had your number," Johnnie offered. After a pause, he asked:
"Do you fancy him?"

Daniel shook his head, "I have his number... but it's not for me."

Johnnie thought for a moment, "Tom. You just said Connor likes Tom. You
gonna set them up?"

"Dunno," Daniel replied and that was the end of that line of questioning.

Daniel still had something in his mind though.

"I was just wondering what you thought about what happened in the pool
today," Daniel paused before adding: "Y'know, about your boyfriend... sorry
not-boyfriend... getting frisky with other guys."

"At least he let me watch," Johnnie joked.

The truth was he had a felt a pang of jealousy. One he was keen to
suppress. He did not like the idea of being dependant on anyone and if he
was reliant on his relationship with Calvin, he would be
vulnerable. Johnnie didn't want to feel like that.

"Yea," said Daniel slowly. "Well, since you tried to stroke me off a couple
of weeks ago, it's no surprise you don't mind him messing around." His was
a response was a little stronger, and more bitter, than he meant it to be.

"What? Is that what this is about? You're upset because Calvin and me
aren't shiny happy people who... go for walks in the park and hold hands?
Just because we're not looking for the same thing you are doesn't mean I'm
a crap person." Johnnie was calm and measured in his response but felt very
defensive – not the least because he had never really taken the time to
evaluate how he felt about Calvin or the longevity of their relationship.



All Johnnie knew was the Daniel was devout to monogamy, so much so he'd
been single (at least as far as Johnnie knew) since they'd met. Johnnie bit
his tongue at forming that into a retort; it wouldn't have been right to
throw it in his face.

"Do you even know how you feel about each other?" Daniel asked, having
recomposed his compassionate approach.

Johnnie did not reply right away, he didn't want to answer it at all.

"Look... maybe I want to find someone someday. But I'm nineteen and I have
the rest of my life to plan the rest of my life. I don't think I'd know the
right person even if I did find them," Johnnie looked around to make sure
Calvin was still out of the room and out of earshot. "Even if I already
have found him. I don't know... well, I just don't know."

Daniel said nothing; neither approving nor disapproving.

"I guess I'm keeping my options open." Johnnie said. "In case Brad Pitt
becomes available or Calvin runs away with Victor."

Daniel smiled and chuckled, "Sorry if I upset you. I'm like an old man –
old-fashioned," Daniel explained. "It's just that... I've been burned
before and the next time I meet someone I want to get it right. Sex doesn't
mean that much to me, so I'm waiting for the right person." Daniel went
quiet again. "I'm jealous of you. And Calvin. Seems like you don't even
know how lucky you are."

Daniel rose to leave the room but Johnnie stopped him and said, teasingly:
"You're just a big softie, aren't you? You're kinda wonderful too."

Daniel allowed himself to smile at the compliment but Johnnie continued;
"But if you're waiting for life to happen - or waiting for Mr Right to just
spontaneously appear in your life - you'll have a long fucking
wait. Because Mr Right is probably just like you and he's waiting for
Daniel Helm to spontaneously appear in his life."

"Probably," Daniel admitted, though he had never thought about it like
that.

"Stop waiting for life to just happen to you, Daniel. Go out and find a
guy. Find a couple of guys. That way when the right one comes along, you'll
know; because you'll have met the wrong ones already."

Daniel smiled and parroted Johnnie words back to him; "You're really just a
big softie, aren't you?"

"It's my best kept secret." Johnnie replied.







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