Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 20:47:59 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: New story
* Thanks to the many readers of my "About A Boy" stories, and for the
continued emails urging me to write again. I took a little break, but the
writing bug has called to me once again. So, here is my latest effort,
which I most certainly hope you will enjoy.
Readers Warning: As always, This story contains elements of sexual content,
and contact between young boys. If this theme offends you, or is not to
your tastes, or inappropriate for you due to age or other legalities in
your area, then read no further. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy the
experience.
Story Written and Posted By; About A Boy
Ethan And The Ball Boy
Chapter One
"Ethan, let's go!" The large man called out urgently toward the house; as
he stood in the driveway and hurriedly loaded several small suitcases into
the back of the silver colored SUV; forcefully shutting the rear hatch.
The man dug into his pocket, pulling out a small black key fob from his
business suit. He slid in behind the wheel of the Escalade, and looking
back impatiently toward the house again, he honked the horn twice.
"I'm comin', I'm comin' already..." Came the soft youthful voice of a
young blond boy as he slammed the front door and hurried down the walkway
toward the driveway. The man, his father, only shook his head impatiently
and started up the SUV.
The boy was a good looking kid; twelve, almost thirteen years old. He
pulled open the passenger side rear door and slid onto the soft gray
leather seat, glancing forward at his father.
"Did you lock the front door?" The man asked, raising his eyebrow
questioningly.
"Yes." The boy replied.
"Did you set the alarm?"
"Yes, geeze..." The boy answered more than a bit irritated, shaking his
head. The boy's father put the vehicle in gear and backed quickly out of
the long driveway. Ethan plugged his earbuds into his ears, and started
the music of his iPod. He slouched down in the back seat and instinctively
put his feet up on the back of the seat in front of him.
"Son, I asked you not to put your shoes up on the leather upholstery!"
His father admonished him. The boy sighed, lowered his feet and then
slipped off his low cut tennis shoes. He returned his sock clad feet to
the back of the seat, giving his father a reproving look.
"Why do I even have to go anyway..?" The youngster queried.
"Ethan we've been through this. I can't leave you home alone for ten
days, while I have to work. Besides, I thought you'd like to come along.
I mean, we're going to England after all. I'd think you'd find it rather
interesting being over there."
"Ya, well It's summer. I wanted to hang out with my friends." The boy
grumbled.
"You'll have most of summer vacation left when we get back." His father
replied; peering in the rearview mirror at his son. "Just suck it up and
try to enjoy the trip, will you."
The boy sat in mutinous silence in the back seat, and gazed out the
window as they continued their drive to the airport. His father spent
almost the entire time on a business call while they drove. Ethan was used
to this though. His dad was always working, it seemed. In truth, the boy
resented him more than a little bit for it. He loved his dad, there was no
mistaking that; but he was always busy, always working.
After a time, the boy lay back across the rear seats, trying to stretch
out and get comfortable. Ethan was only of average size for his age;
around four foot eleven inches or so. He had a nice lean build, though
still quite boylike, but certainly he was on the cusp of change. In fact,
the boy found himself pleasantly in the middle throes of puberty.
It was just this morning in fact, after his shower that he had recounted
nearly a dozen or so soft, brownish blond pubes, sparsely adorning the
sides of his creamy smooth and almost naked pubic mound; just visible at
the base of his youthful penis. He smiled at the memory of it now, and the
very thought of it made his adolescent prick start to shift slightly down
below.
He glanced up toward the front seat, and seeing that his father was
totally immersed in his phone conversation, the boy was able reach down and
make an unnoticed alteration in the front of his shorts.
The youngster squeezed himself pleasantly a time or two, just for good
measure, and wished that he had had time to jerk off that morning in the
shower. He was at that ideal age you know, that perfect time to be a boy.
The time of self discovery; with masturbation surely being the most joyous,
and important rights of passage for a youngster his age.
Puberty. His body was changing these days, and he was enjoying every
confusing moment. Ethan's young testicles were distending now; hanging
more loosely than they ever had before. And his young boy tube was
noticeably putting on some length, pushing three inches now, and just above
four inches when he had a stealthy erection.
His young boyish shaft was still thin though, reminding him of an Oscar
Mayer wiener; which he still giggled about whenever he ate one. But it was
getting there. When he had a stiffy, his tube was hard as wood, with a
dusting of thin bluish veins creeping up it's length; and it even had the
slightest upward curve to it these days.
The boy closed his eyes as he thought about it, and like everything
else, just thinking about such a thing, started his penis to swell again.
The one draw back to puberty, he thought. Constant erections...
Ethan rolled over just a bit on the rear seat, even though he knew his
father couldn't see it, he was still quite shy about such things. He
pushed his right palm down on top of his shorts trying to steer his
burgeoning erection into a less noticeable direction.
It certainly felt good though, didn't it? The trouble with trying to
hide a boner is; that just touching it seems to make things worse, or,
perhaps better if you thought about it that way. The boy squeezed his
knees together, and pushed down on his youthful bulge once again, only to
feel it twitch pleasurably on its own.
And even though he was trying to 'calm' his erection at the moment, he
began imagining, if not fantasizing a bit, about the things that excited
him. And that was pretty much everything these days.
At twelve, he really hadn't given much thought to his supposed sexual
identity; if he even knew what that meant. Did anyone really know at his
age. All he did know, was that thinking about girls could give him a
boner. Seeing boys in the changing room at the swimming pool could give
him a boner. Bare skin, regardless of gender would certainly give him a
boner. Hell, simply lying on his stomach on the couch gave him a boner.
Ethan giggled quietly to himself as he thought about that.
Health class at school this past semester hadn't really enlightened him.
But it certainly had made him curious. And yes, even his health class had
given him a boner; several in fact. But it was there that he had learned
about masturbation.
The internet had only fueled his imagination, and his experimentation.
And whenever Ethan's father was away at work, and the boy was home alone;
well, let's just say he always made the most of his alone time.
A small handheld mirror had helped with his exploration as well. After
having taken a nice long shower, he had found the mirror in a bathroom
drawer near the sink. He then sequestered himself up in his bedroom that
afternoon. Sitting alone, and naked on his bed, with his back leaning
against the cool wall and his legs drawn up near his chest and spread out
to the sides a little; he had used the mirror to explore his previously
unseen nether regions.
Manipulating the mirror at various angles he had fully explored his
pinkish, wrinkled boy grommet. With tactile fingers he experimented.
Pulling slightly at the outer edge, hoping to see inside the pink chute
just a little.
After getting up the nerve, he had even pushed his fingertip against the
opening; giggling slightly as it clenched tightly shut in resistance, like
a razor clam at the beach. Ethan had then drawn his finger up close to his
face, first to inspect it, and then to sniff it lightly; expecting to find
that nasty smell.
He was more than surprised though, to find that the scent of his freshly
washed anus was really not bad at all. A musky clean perhaps. Boylike
somehow, but nothing nasty. His probing had progressed at that discovery;
pushing his spit moistened finger in past the first knuckle, and wiggling
it around a bit. Surprise number two; the feelings it gave him were more
than a little pleasurable.
Over the next few weeks, his youthful experimentation had included the
discovery of several different ways to masturbate. Even using his father's
heated vibrator; which the box had claimed, was used to 'relax stiff
muscles'. Ya, that muscle was stiff all right; but the vibrator didn't
relax it, although it sure helped it to feel good. Real good...
It was in fact the first time he had ever had an orgasm. Ethan had been
lying on his bed, playing the vibrator over his stiffened boy tube with one
hand, and fingering his anus with the other. Strange, wonderful feelings
had begun to overtake him. An odd pressure and tingling, building up from
somewhere behind his sagging and hairless nutsack.
Ethan had thought about stopping, fearing he might have to use the
toilet at any moment; but the endorphins were already loose and coursing
through him. His naked legs twitched about joyously, seemingly beyond his
control. Even his toes wiggled and clenched involuntarily as the intense
feelings built up inside of him.
Then the unexpected. His stomach muscles clenched, his thighs filled
with what felt like electricity, and then... Ethan's world changed
forever. A pulsing euphoria came over him. He felt the first contraction,
and then the distinct feeling of wetness against his cheek..
The boy's body seemed to seize blissfully, as several more pulses
charged through him, around him, and out of him... His breathing was
frenzied as the vibrator fell limply out of his hand; only to hum silently
on the disheveled bedspread along side of him.
Ethan could only lie there, panting helplessly as his body slowly
unwound from the charge that had engulfed him. He managed to open his eyes
finally, still breathing at an elevated rate. The boy shivered, and
glanced down at his tender penis, which lay across his bare pubic mound,
staring up at him, with what looked like a teardrop dripping from his
reddened pee slit.
"What the fuck was that..?" Ethan had breathed to himself. Yet he knew
somehow exactly what it had been. He reached a trembling fingertip toward
his young boy sausage; tracing it through the clearish drop of liquid
clinging to the tip of his tool.
The touch made him twitch away; his tip was so sensitive, albeit in an
awesome way. He drew his finger away, looking closely at the sticky bead
of wetness there on his fingertip. A slow smile spread his lips. The boy
knew for sure what it was. Not piss... He had just cum for the first time
in his life.
Sitting up a bit, propped up on one elbow, he looked at his flat tummy
and chest. Several other drops of the sticky nectar had spattered there as
well. His smile broadened, and then he recalled the warm feeling that had
hit his cheek. Hopping up quickly, he crossed to his clothes dresser to
look at himself in the mirror.
Another brief grin crossed his features, as he looked at the large,
nearly clear droplets of semen that clung to his cheek. "Cool..." he
breathed quietly to himself. "Cool...." And that was only the beginning
of his sexual awakening.
Jerking off was kind of like owning a puppy. It was always fun to play
with, and of course it followed him wherever he went. His jerk off
sessions grew in number and in results. After a month, the quantity of his
clear sticky discharge had increased significantly; to where now there was
usually several distinct squirts of the translucent boy juice. He had even
discovered one afternoon, that his ejaculate had an interesting, if not a
sweetish taste to it. He began to.......
"Ethan! Ethan for heavens sake wake up..." his father's voice came to
him now from the front seat, rending him from the reminiscent stupor he had
been in.
Sitting up, he realized that they had driven for some time, and were
finally pulling into one of the parking lots that surrounded the airport;
where his father quickly found a spot to park. Gathering himself, Ethan
hopped out of the car, and still slightly annoyed, he shouldered the strap
of his travel bag; then waited for his father to grab up the other
suitcase.
With the help of a van attendant, they piled into the small shuttle van
which would run them over to the terminal. "Where you headed little man?"
The attendant asked with a small smile, looking at the boy.
'Little man?' Ethan thought to himself, wondering why older people
always thought this clever comment was anything but condescending. The boy
rolled his eyes, and sidled past him without answer. The attendant merely
shrugged, and nodded with a small smile at the boy's father.
Forty minutes later, they had checked in at the British Airways counter,
waded through the tedious TSA security lines at the gate, and sat in the
departure area waiting to board their flight. Ethan sat, his earbuds still
in place, listening to the latest from Maroon Five. He was slouched low in
one of the rather uncomfortable orange armchairs in the waiting area, and
he had kicked off his shoes again to make himself more comfortable.
Movement caught his eye, and he glanced up at the row of seats just in
front of him. There was a young boy there who had turned around backwards
and was staring at him over the top of the seat.
The boy smiled shyly, and then slid down out of sight. Moments later he
peeked up again, smiled, and playfully stuck his tongue out at Ethan;
before dipping out of sight again. Ethan glanced over at his father, who
was sitting alongside him, but as always his dad was working on his laptop,
and talking on the cell phone with the office.
So Ethan turned away, just as the young boy poked his head up from
behind the seatback again. This time Ethan smiled at him, and stuck his
own tongue out briefly at the boy. The youngsters face lit up, as he
giggled and once more slouched down out of sight.
The little game went on for several minutes, until finally the gate
personnel announced over the speaker system that they were to begin
boarding. Reluctantly, Ethan slipped back into his shoes, scooped up his
small carry-on, and moved into line behind his father.
The boarding process went rather quickly though, and Ethan and his
father Brady were soon settled into their comfortable seats in business
class. Ethan once again quickly discarded his shoes, and passed the time
by watching the rest of the passengers as they continued to board behind
them.
Business class on the Boeing 747-400 was nice. The seats were massively
roomy, and spread out to allow maximum comfort. Ethan's dad had almost
immediately immersed himself on his laptop, continuing to work; while the
boy pulled a magazine from the seat pocket in front of him, and idly poured
through it.
It wasn't long before they were in the air, and after the early
complimentary snack service passed through business class, Ethan slipped
out of his seat to wander back through the aircraft, still in his stocking
feet. About halfway aft, he suddenly felt something slap him lightly on
the back of his arm. Surprised, he looked over quickly to see the young
boy from the waiting area.
The youngster was smiling innocently at him, and Ethan playfully stuck
his tongue out at him again. The kid giggled happily, and hid his head
behind the seat. Ethan smiled softly to himself, as he continued to walk
to the back of the aircraft.
He loved to look at people, study them; and wonder what they were all
about. At times he would even invent scenarios in his mind. This guy
looked like a spy. That woman was most certainly a model, who used to be a
man. Ethan chuckled to himself at the thought of that one.
When finally he reached the back of the jet, he decided to slip into one
of the lavatories there, even though they had separate ones in the front
cabin, designated for business and first class. Inside, he slid the latch
shut on the door, and turned as he unzipped his shorts, fishing his flaccid
young penis out through the opening.
He fingered himself for a moment, softly stroking the smooth skin, and
then aimed his now burgeoning urine stream into the stainless steel bowl of
the toilet. Ethan closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of
relief; and the warm, soft feel of his small boy tube clasped between his
fingers.
The stream continued for a number of seconds, but even as it trailed
off, the boy continued to stand with his eyes closed, gently squeezing
himself. Ethan's young three inch penis was still flaccid, and he gently
ran his fingertip over the length of it, softly touching the shiny looking,
and slightly purplish bulb of his glans.
The boy sighed gently to himself as he rubbed his thumb over the
sensitive tip, wiping away the slight dampness of urine. Unwittingly he
continued to rub over it, and his little tool began to swell a bit with the
pleasurable feeling.
Ethan loved the feel of his fleshy warmth between his finger tips, and
just as he was contemplating perhaps taking a quick run at it, there was a
sudden rapping on the outside of the lavatory door. The boy's eyes flew
open, and his face flushed with nervousness as he quickly pushed his
straining member back through the opening of his shorts.
Quickly zipping up, he reached out and flushed the toilet. Glancing
briefly into the small lavatory mirror, he turned and slid back the latch
on the door, pulling it open timidly. To Ethan's surprise, there was no
one standing on the other side.
His eyebrows furrowed for a moment in confusion, as he took a step out
of the cramped stall and into the aisle. Then, just as he thought he might
even have imagined the rapping on the door, a young boy jumped out from
behind the partition in front of him; and smiling mischievously, the
youngster began to giggle as he ran up the center aisle of the aircraft.
Ethan grinned, realizing that it was the same youngster that he had been
exchanging playful looks with. He shook his head with a smile and began to
walk back up the aisle. About half way forward he looked to his left, and
into the face of the impish youngster, who shyly turned his head, hiding
his face against his mother's shoulder.
With an amused expression, Ethan turned and continued back to his own
seat in the forward section. He sidled into his seat and glanced over at
his father, who was still working away on his laptop.
"Dad..?" he asked, but there was no answer. "Dad..." he repeated a
little louder.
"Hmm? What's up son?" His father replied, without looking up from his
computer. Ethan rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly as he gazed at
his father.
"Nothin..." he breathed quietly, almost under his breath. The boy
turned away, plugged his earbuds back into his ears, and settled back into
his seat.
Many uneventful hours later the large jet touched down at London's
Heathrow Airport, and after the usual customs delays, and baggage claim;
Ethan stood with his father in the car park. An expensive looking limo
waited at the curb, with an older looking man in a natty black uniform
holding a small sign with their last name blazoned on it.
Ethan looked up as his father, who smiled slightly at him. "That's us."
His father intoned, and as he did so the man in the dark uniform moved
quickly to open the back door of the limo, and take charge of their
luggage; which he took round to the back, stowing it carefully away in the
auto's boot.
The boy slid into the back, and across the seat to the window on the
other side; and with the luggage quickly loaded, the driver, who's name it
seems was Ashford, sped away winding smoothly through traffic. Ethan
stared curiously out the window at the unfamiliar scenery, as the limo
continued out of the city and eventually into the lush green countryside's
of southern England.
"So, where are we going?" Ethan asked.
"Just outside Bristol." His father replied. "About.... Half hour drive
from here, if I'm not mistaken." He glanced toward the driver.
"Very good sir." Ashford agreed politely.
"What kind of hotel are we staying in?" The boy asked. His father
smiled casually at him.
"We're not staying at a hotel son. We'll be staying at the estate of
our client. Hetherington Court, as it's officially called." His father
said, as he flipped open his laptop to continue working.
The boy gazed out the window at the English countryside passing by.
"Sounds like a weird name; Hetherington." He said.
"Not at all sir." Replied the driver politely. "Quite common in the
United Kingdom, for several centuries in fact. Much as the name, Smith, is
in the United States." Ethan looked toward the driver, who chuckled
slightly, and was smiling in the rear view mirror.
"You're teasing me, aren't you Ashford?" Ethan smirked at the man.
"Indeed sir." The driver grinned back at him; and the boy smiled in
earnest, before turning his attention back out the window.
They drove for quite some time, at length winding through a narrow lane
where the limo slowed. There was an elaborate old stone gate, with what
appeared to be stone lion statuettes adorning each side of the entrance;
and ancient looking wrought ironworks accentuating each side of the
opening. The limo turned off, and swung through the gate.
Ethan peered in wonder as they rolled past it, and began driving up the
tree lined road. They passed through several kilometers of open fields at
first, as the car continued to wind onward, eventually curving through a
grove of large old growth trees. They proceeded along through a section of
well manicured grounds; and up ahead on a small terraced rise, the boy
could see a huge, rather impressive three story structure.
The building appeared to be mostly stonework, with large dormer windows
spaced the length of the high overhead roofline. There seemed to be
several huge stone chimneys capping each end of the mansion, and it
appeared like there were five or six additional chimney stacks adorning the
roof; each topped with an elaborate chimney pot that looked to Ethan
somewhat like castles from some giant stone chess board.
"Whoa..." Ethan breathed, and he glanced quickly at his father, before
returning his attention to the ornate mansion.
"Indeed, she's an impressive sight aw'right." The driver stated proudly
in his muted English accent; just as the car pulled up the long cobbled
drive and stopped in front of the large house.
"It's huge..." Ethan muttered, with his nose pressed up against the
window; and a touch of awe in his voice. His father smiled as he closed
his laptop. The door to the limo swung open, as the driver had stepped out
and done them the service. The boy quickly slid back into his shoes and
slipped out onto the cobbled drive, only to stare up at the massive
structure.
"This place is awesome." he breathed. "There must be like, thirty rooms
in there."
"Forty two, sir." The driver offered. "Forty three if you count the
dungeon..." Ethan snapped a quick look at the driver, who only smiled at
him.
"Awe, your teasing me again aren't you?" Ethan commented, with a grin.
The driver smiled a bit larger and winked at the boy. "I like you
Ashford..." The youngster commented with an idle smile.
With that, Ethan and his father started up the large walk; which was
nearly ten feet wide and obviously constructed long ago, with tightly
fitting, hand hewn flagstones. There were huge cast vases on each side of
the walk, each filled and overflowing with well manicured shrubbery and
fragrantly blooming flowers, and the distinct buzz of an occasional honey
bee somewhere off in the distance.
They went up three deeply worn stone steps toward a grand entryway.
"Dad, look at the size of those doors..." Ethan exclaimed, as he peered at
the two heavy panels, which surely must have stood over nine feet tall.
One of the panels swung inward, and a smartly dressed middle age man
stepped out to greet them. It was, apparently Mr. Hetherington himself.
The man shook his father's hand, greeting him warmly. Then he turned his
gaze on Ethan, and smiled as he offered a handshake.
"Ah hullo. You must be young Ethan then." He smiled, firmly grasping
the boy's hand.
"Hi. Nice to meet you sir." Ethan replied, as politely as he could.
"Posh, old boy. Very well mannered this one." Mr. Hetherington beamed.
"No need to be so formal young man. Come in, come in..." He beckoned them
as he retreated through the door.
They went inside and stood for a moment in the grand entry; which seemed
huge to Ethan. Marbled floors, four plush chairs and a large antique side
table adorned with freshly cut flowers; and ornate carvings which spanned
the high entry.
"Well, you'll have to excuse us." Mr. Hetherington stated
apologetically, "Brady I need to discuss a few developments with you,
before we do anything else." He then looked at Ashford. "Ashford, will you
take their things up to their rooms, and get young Ethan settled in, while
his father and I take care of a little business. Shouldn't be long I
should think."
"Yes, indeed sir." Ashford nodded with a polite smile. The man began to
pick up the bags; Ethan grabbed one up as well to help out; and then the
boy followed Ashford up the huge curving staircase. They stopped for a
moment, setting down two of the bags on the second level. "Your father
will be on this floor." He informed.
With a friendly smile, Ashford ushered the boy up the stairs to the
third level; where they walked down a surprisingly wide corridor, passing
several doors on each side until coming to a stop in front of one of them.
"This will be your room." Ashford stated, as he opened the door. "It's
just across the hall from Trevor's room." Ethan glanced at Ashford.
"Who's Trevor?" The boy questioned.
"Ah yes, you've not met him yet. Trevor is Mr. Hetherington's son.
Your age, I should think. You'll meet him shortly I would imagine. I
believe he's out on the tennis court with his lessons at the moment.
Anyway my young friend, you may get settled in. Then come down and walk
around a bit if you wish. Perhaps even take a dip in the pool if you'd
like. Your father and Mr. Hetherington shouldn't be too long. Feel free
to wander young sir; just steer clear of the uh, dungeon, aw'right?" He
winked.
Ethan smiled. "Ya, right... I suppose there's monsters down there as
well." He quipped with humorous sarcasm.
"Oh no sir, certainly not." Ashford replied as he started to leave the
room; then he pointed upwards. "The monsters are all kept up in the attic
sir..." He chuckled and winked again as he strode away. Ethan only grinned
after him, and shook his head in amusement.
The bedroom he was in was twice the size of his room at home. There was
a large four poster bed against the wall, and two plush arm chairs with
another antique table between them. The boy tossed his bag on a bench at
the foot of the bed, and he walked over to one of the large bay windows
along the back wall.
He looked out into the expansive back yard; which seemed more like an
open field than a yard. He looked down to see a fairly nice sized swimming
pool off to one side; then glancing to the left, he noticed the tennis
courts. There was a boy there on the grass courts, practicing his serves.
The kid was indeed around twelve or thirteen, Ethan thought. He seemed
quite fit as he lofted a ball upward, and then drilled a nice service over
the net. The boy was dressed all in white; which Ethan noticed contrasted
nicely with the boy's rich buttery tanned skin. As the boy reached upward
to toss up another tennis ball, his white fitted shirt pulled up to reveal
his thin, taught waistline.
The youngster was wearing a pair of loose fitting white sport shorts,
which came down only to mid thigh, and a pair of low cut white socks,
beneath his white Nike tennis shoes. The youngster's mostly bare legs
looked strong, and also deeply tanned; which for some reason Ethan took
more than a long look at as he watched from the window above.
He continued to study the other boy for several minutes. The
youngster's middle to longish, feathery hair was alive with blond
highlights, and seemed to flip back casually each time he powered through a
ball with his tennis racquet. A smile crossed Ethan's features as he
continued to study the boy.
After a time, Ethan decided he might just innocently stroll downstairs
and out to the back courtyard for a better look. Pulling open his bedroom
door, he moved back across the hallway and jogged down the curving
staircase to the main floor. He stood in the grand foyer for a moment,
looking past the large entry way, which appeared to open onto several other
large rooms. There was a parlor of some sort; and not really knowing where
he was going, Ethan started walking through it toward what appeared to be
the back of the estate, and a set of heavy leaded glass French style doors
along the rear wall.
As he walked through one of the large rooms he heard sounds to his left,
and glancing over that way, he noticed the door to yet another room
standing half open. The sound of a TV was emanating from its interior, and
Ethan slowed as he passed near the door. Glancing in, he noticed another
boy sitting alone in the room, apparently watching the TV; or 'telly' as he
would come to find out. To be more accurate, the boy was sprawled out
across a leather couch, propped up with a large pillow.
The youngster appeared to be about ten or eleven, a bit younger than
Ethan. He was a good looking boy, also with a long mane of flowing, soft
brown hair. He was very cute, Ethan thought to himself; and at first he
might have even mistaken the boy for a girl, were it not for the fact that
he wasn't wearing a shirt.
Actually, the boy was only wearing a pair of shorts, the unusual part
though, was that the boy's arms were swathed in what looked like cloth
sleeves, somewhat like leg warmers, though the rest of his upper torso was
bare. The boy was intently watching a television show, some sort of dance
program apparently; and suddenly the boy noticed Ethan standing outside the
door, as he turned his head to regard him.
"Hullo..." The boy spoke out quietly in a soft high, prepubescent voice;
gazing at him. "Who are you then?" He asked. Ethan felt a bit
uncomfortable, since he'd been caught staring in at the other boy.
"I uh... My name's Ethan." He finally spoke up, stepping just inside
the doorway. "My um, my dad's here on business, and I... I came along
with him."
"Right... Well, don't be a prat Ethan, come on in then." The younger
boy told him. Ethan stepped forward into the room, glancing around
slightly. The room seemed to be a study of some kind, with rich hardbound
books lining the shelves from floor to ceiling, completely spanning two of
the walls. Ethan noticed the room had the rather pleasant smell of old
books and leather about it, which reminded him somehow of his dad's old
leather jacket.
Ethan finally turned his gaze back to the shirtless boy on the couch,
who had resumed watching the television. He noticed the boy's bare legs,
which looked very sleek and toned, if not even a bit muscular for a boy his
age.
"So what's your name?" Ethan asked quietly. The youngster turned and
smiled at him.
"Ellis." the boy replied in answer. "You just got here then? Getting
settled in are you?" he asked curiously.
"Uh, ya. I was... I was just looking around a bit." Ethan replied.
"You're from the States then!" the youngster stated without question.
Ethan nodded.
"Ya, Connecticut, actually." The other boy smiled and nodded, and then
turned away, distracted again by the program on the telly again. Clearly
the boy was intrigued with the broadcast.
"Well, I saw another boy out on the tennis court, so... Thought I'd go
out there and watch him practice, or something." Ethan said. The younger
boy smiled at him again.
"That's Trevor." He said, as he turned to watch his program again. "You
can go have a look around if you'd like. Me programs' almost finished,
then I'll come round looking for you guys."
"Ya... Ok, well, I'll see you later then I guess." Ethan replied. The
younger boy looked at him again, and smiling warmly he gave a little wave
with his hand.
Shortly after this encounter, Ethan made on his way outside to the back
courtyard. Still looking around a bit, trying to spot the boy he had seen
from his window. He glanced first over toward the tennis courts, but he
couldn't see the other kid on or around them anymore.
Stepping forward onto one of the cobbled walkways, he glanced
tentatively around at the gardens, wondering where the other boy might have
gotten off to. Perhaps the boy had gone in, while he was occupied with
Ellis.
Turning the other way, Ethan wandered up the steps towards the pool
area, where he peered around one of the many large stone planters that
surrounded the grounds and courtyard there. At last he spotted the other
boy who was standing near the large swimming pool. Ethan stopped short,
partially but unintentionally concealed behind the overflowing planters.
As he watched, the other boy set down his tennis gear on one of the lawn
chairs, and slowly stepped out of his white Nike trainers; then stooping
slightly, he slipped off his ankle socks, stuffing them loosely back into
the openings of his discarded shoes. He stood then for a moment, taking in
a slow deep breath, and with eyes closed; he turned his boyish face upward
to enjoy the radiant warmth of sunshine as it washed over him.
There was a gentle smile on his tanned features, and Ethan swallowed
hard as he gazed at the lithe, lean figure of the other boy. From where he
stood, Ethan was able to tell that the boy must be several inches taller
than him, perhaps five foot three or so; and he found something innately,
in not unexplainably appealing about the other kid.
Ethan continued to watch as the boy reached his arms up over his head,
clasped one wrist and then stretched himself from side to side a bit. His
loose Nike sport shirt rode up high above the top of his linen white
shorts; revealing the firm flat musculature of his youthful and richly
tanned stomach. After a few moments stretching, he bent both arms behind
his head, and hooked his thumbs into the collar of his polo style shirt;
pulling it smoothly upward and off over his head, letting his longish blond
highlighted hair spill loosely into place just above his shoulders.
Ethan watched with admiration, more than a bit enthralled by the lithe
naked torso of the other boy. His skin looked creamy smooth and blemish
free, his tan was so even, it surely must have been sprayed on with deep,
rich bronze paint. The boy's upper body was totally devoid of hair and any
body fat whatsoever. Though still decidedly boylike, it was strongly
shaped, and bespoke of fitness, if not the onset of adolescence.
The boy continued to stand shirtless, basking in the warmth for a
moment, his eyes still closed and his face still turned up toward the sun;
the faint soft smile had never left his lips. Ethan shivered slightly with
curious excitement as he watched somewhat serendipitously from only thirty
feet away; still slightly concealed behind the thick tuft of blooming
flowers.
He was captivated, and kept his eyes firmly fixed on the other boy. He
couldn't recall ever being so intrigued by someone this way before. He
gazed up at the other boy's face, who's young features were soft, and even
mortally cute perchance. His nose was small and button like, and it fit
handsomely with the gentle curves of his young features.
Without warning the boy opened his eyes, and Ethan instinctively drew
back just a bit, not wanting to be seen spying. But the boy by the pool
appeared to be unaware of his presence; and lowering his head he reached
down and undid the button of his white tennis shorts. His fingers deftly
undid the tie string, and in one fluid motion he slipped the shorts down
and off his hips, letting them fall and puddle around his small, shapely
bare feet.
The boy stood now, clad only in a small, thin pair of bright blue
bathing shorts, with the distinctive yellow Speedo emblem embroidered on
the thigh. Ethan blushed slightly as he ogled the near nakedness of this
beautiful boy standing poolside only a few yards away from him. He stared
unabashedly at the boy's youthfully fine physique, and he felt an odd
tingle creep up deep within his own stomach.
Was there anything as beautiful as the trim musculature of a boy's lean
body. The incredible V groove that forms the outer base of his flat
abdomen, and cuts downward and inward, to disappear beneath the thin strip
of material at the front of that small Speedo. Ethan swallowed his nervous
excitement, and almost unaware of it, he had stepped forward a few slow
paces. The other boy finally noticed him then, and he turned a smiling,
but curious face toward him.
"Hullo..." The boy offered, somewhat curiously. Ethan blushed again and
smiled timidly, trying to gain his voice.
"Hi, um... Sorry to bother you." He breathed quietly. "I, I'm Ethan.
I'm here with my father." The other boy looked at Ethan, and his grin
widened warmly, revealing very white, even teeth, and a soft dimple near
the corner of his mouth.
"No bother mate. I knew you were coming, didn't I... I'm Trevor.
Trevor Hetherington." The boy stepped forward toward Ethan, and extended
his hand. Not to bump knuckles, but to shake his hand. Ethan was
momentarily surprised by the gesture, but recovering quickly, he reached
out and shook hands; and he noticed at once that Trevor's grip was both
firm, but pleasantly soft.
The greeting lingered for a second, as if Trevor was gauging the other
boy. He smiled broadly once again, and as Ethan looked into the boy's face
he saw that he had stunning green eyes, to accompany that friendly dimpled
smile.
They released hands and Ethan looked down awkwardly; perhaps still aware
of the other boy's tight, if not revealing swim wear, and the gentle
rounded curve that was barely concealed there.
"Did you just get in then?" Trevor asked.
"Um, ya. Half an hour ago I guess." Ethan replied. He looked up at the
other boy, trying desperately not to shoot a quick peek at his mid section.
"Hey, you want to swim?" Trevor offered. "I need a quick splash to cool
down from my tennis lesson. You can change into your swimmers if you like,
and join in." Ethan's eyebrows scrunched down a moment, confused.
"Swimmers?" He asked.
"Ya. Swimmers... You know, your bathing suit." Trevor giggled.
"Oh, of course. Sorry..." Ethan replied with a slight smile and shake
of his head. "Maybe later though." The other boy shrugged slightly, and
with a twist, he turned and dove gracefully into the refreshing aquamarine
water of the pool. Ethan watched as the other boy swam smoothly under the
water before surfacing halfway across to the other end. The boy was
clearly at home in the water, as he swam to the other side, he did a flip
turn and then swam back to where he had started.
Putting his hands up on the pool coping, he nimbly popped up out of the
water and stood dripping on the deck. Ethan only stared at the boy, who
stood glistening with the sheen of wetness, as water droplets sparkled in
the afternoon sunshine, and rolled smoothly down his lean torso.
Ethan's eyes were drawn inexorably down the length of the other boy's
body; and once again the tingling sensations roiled inside his stomach as
his gaze fell upon the now wet, and somewhat form fitting fabric of the
other boy's Speedo.
Swallowing hard, and with great effort he managed to look away; but he
knew that the other boy must have seen what he'd been staring at. Ethan
hoped it hadn't been too obvious, that other boy's physique was definitely
intriguing to him. He raised his eyes back up to look at Trevor's boyish
face. The other lad smiled warmly at him in contemplation, as if somehow
he had sensed Ethan's thoughts.
"So... You're not a bit light are you?" Trevor asked casually, the smile
never leaving his lips.
"What..?" Ethan replied, not really taking his meaning. The other boy's
grin broadened for a brief moment.
"Never mind mate. It's all good." He answered, and then reached for a
towel amongst his tennis gear on the lawn chair. Ethan watched discretely
as Trevor began to towel himself off. The boy shook his head briskly,
allowing his blond highlighted locks to flip about and toss off the excess
water. "Let's go in, ya? It'll be time for supper right quick, and I need
to cop a quick shower."
Trevor tossed the towel around his shoulders, and scooping up his tennis
gear he turned and headed toward the house. "Hey you forgot your tennis
shoes..." Ethan piped up, reminding him.
"Oh ya... Can you grab them for me mate?" Trevor asked, flashing his
dimpled grin. Ethan quickly grabbed up the other boy's Nike's, and
followed along after him down the walkway. He shivered slightly as he
glanced at the other boy's adolescent figure from behind, with his eyes
settling on the firm and tightly rounded mound of Trevor's bum.
It looked teasingly good, and the blue Speedo's form fitting material
delved into, and separated the boys backside into two distinct cheeks.
Ethan shook his head, and quickened his stride till he was walking
alongside the other boy.
"So, who all lives here then? Your mom and dad, and your little
brother?" Ethan queried. Trevor glanced at him with a questioning brow.
"Don't seem to recall having a little brother..." He teased, with a
smile. "If you mean Ellis, he's just me cousin." Ethan smiled, deciding
he loved the muted accent of the other boy.
"Is he visiting then?" Ethan asked.
"Kind of. His mum and dad are away quite a bit. So he stays here a lot
over summer holiday. Bit of a nuisance really, but he's aw'right most of
the time. We hang out quite a bit but, when it comes to sports and stuff,
well, I'm into futball and tennis; and Ellis is more into Dance, and the
like... Come on then..." Trevor offered, as he opened the same leaded
glass doors that Ethan had come through earlier.
Trevor padded softly across the marbled floor, leaving faint traces of
wet footprints here and there; as he quickly turned and hurried up the
staircase, bidding Ethan to follow along with him.
Ethan did so, his eyes curiously following the other boy. At the top of
the stair, they walked down the hallway to the left, to where Ethan's
bedroom was located directly across the hall from the other boy. Trevor
opened up his own bedroom door, and bade him to come inside.
It was a typical boy's bedroom it seemed. Several soccer posters
including Manchester United, and another of the English National Team hung
on one wall; with tennis posters of Roger Federer and even Andre Agassi
adorning the adjacent wall space.
The room was fairly neat, though a soccer ball, a pair of cleats and a
crumpled pair of dirty socks lay haphazardly in the middle of the floor.
Trevor half tossed his tennis gear onto a chair near the large bed. "You
can just drop my shoes anywhere, thanks." He remarked. Ethan glanced
around, then set the shoes at the base of the same chair.
"Do you play any futball, or tennis?" Trevor asked suddenly, noticing
that Ethan was glancing up at his posters.
"Uh, ya I play soccer, er, futball." He responded. "And I've knocked a
tennis ball around some, but, never had any lessons or anything. You look
to be pretty good though; I saw you practicing earlier." Ethan
complimented. Trevor turned and smiled at him.
"I've been playing since I was nine." He replied. "I'm pretty good I
guess... We're members at the Bristol Tennis Club, so I guess I've had
some good instructors. I even got selected to be a ball boy at the
Wimbledon Tournament this month." Trevor said, sounding more than a bit
excited.
"Seriously? You mean 'The Wimbledon'?" Ethan asked. "How'd you manage
that?"
"Had to be nominated for it a school, didn't I. And in my case,
recommended by me tennis club. The instructor there has some pull I guess,
and money has it's privileges..." Trevor chuckled innocently.
"That's so cool..." Ethan replied.
"Ya, it's kinda neat. I had to take some online courses for it, and
attend their training sessions for a couple of months, but, it's way cool.
Cause it's me first year, I won't get to do anything on center court, or
any of the later rounds, or anything like that, but that's ok. I get to do
several of the early rounds though. I've seen a number of famous players
and stuff..." Trevor walked quickly to his dresser and grabbed a picture
from on top of it.
The picture was of him, standing alongside of Rafael Nadal, and the
photo was autographed. "That's Nadal." He beamed. "He's one of the best
in the world. I got to do ball boy chores for him in a training session
earlier this week; cool huh?" He beamed.
Ethan smiled appreciatively. His father's company had once taken them
to the U.S. Open for a match last year, so even though he wasn't much of a
tennis player himself, he at least knew who a lot of the pro players were.
Ethan glanced again at the nearly naked boy standing near him. Trevor was
still looking at the picture with a gleam in his eye; and Ethan knew it was
a really big deal to him.
He looked at Trevor's nearly nude body again, and seeing the shapely
lump at the front of the other boy's Speedo, Ethan suddenly wondered if
Trevor ever jerked off. A funny thing to suddenly think of... But almost
at once he felt that peculiar tingling deep in his own body again.
There was a gentle knock at the bedroom door then. "Come in." Trevor
replied softly. The door opened a bit, it was Ashford the houseman.
"Supper will be in half an hour." He informed them. "Your father's are
out of their meeting now. Would you like me to run a bath for you Trevor,
or will you be coming to dinner as you are?" He asked with a smile,
noticing Trevor was still in his scanty swimwear. The boys grinned at the
semi sarcastic humor.
"No Ashford..." Trevor replied smiling. "I'll be coming down
starkers..." He teased, causing Ashford to smile slightly, and roll his
eyes as he left the room.
"Starkers?" Ethan asked, not quite understanding the meaning.
"Naked." Trevor informed him with a grin. "Don't you use that
expression in the States then?" Ethan shook his head musingly, and
silently added the word to his vocabulary of British slang. At the same
time, he tried to imagine the other boy actually doing such a thing.
"Guess I'll snap off a quick shower then." Trevor mentioned, as he
turned to pull some undies and a pair of shorts from his wardrobe. "You
can come with, if you'd like" The boy offered offhandedly. Ethan wasn't at
all sure what the other boy had meant by that.
"Uh... Na, I suppose I should go back to my room, and hang up some of my
clothes." He replied.
"Suit yourself. See you after then." Trevor quipped casually, as the
boys headed out the door. Ethan went straight across to his room, but he
stood and watched as the other boy walked down the hall toward the bath.
"I wonder what he did mean by that?" He mused curiously to himself.
Going into his room he left the door open, and zipped open his pack, which
was still on the footstool at the end of the bed.
He pulled out several shirts, and began to hang them up in the closet,
er, the wardrobe, he corrected himself with a little smile. Then he knelt
down on the floor, and began pulling some of his other things out of the
pack when he heard someone at the open door behind him.
"Hi..." Came a soft, shy voice. Ethan turned to see the younger boy,
Ellis, leaning against the door jamb. He had put on a loose tee shirt now,
but was still barefoot.
"Oh, hi again." Ethan offered, with a friendly smile.
"What-cha doing?" The youngster asked.
"You know, just hanging some clothes up. Exciting stuff huh?" Ethan
teased. The other boy giggled softly. "So, uh... Your cousin said you're
into Dancing and stuff." Ethan commented, just to make conversation. The
other boy nodded rather timidly.
Ellis padded softly into the room, and sat down on the footstool
alongside Ethan's pack, and glanced casually around the room. "So... Do
you think that's kind of sissy? Dancing I mean." The youngster asked.
Ethan looked at the other boy.
The eleven year old was very cute, with his soft boyish features. He
also had sweet green eyes, much like those of his older cousin; and longish
blond eyelashes. Ethan could see a vulnerability in the young boy.
"No... No I don't think it's sissy at all." He responded, causing Ellis
to smile slightly. "In fact, I think it's kinda' cool really." Ethan
added.
The younger boy stood up, and moved over to sit on the edge of the bed,
wrapping his arms around the corner post, and resting his cheek against it.
"Sometimes some of the older boys make fun of me." He breathed quietly.
"They say it's sissy to dance. And they say I must be a Poof or
something."
Ethan looked at the boy, not understanding the word he'd used. "I don't
know what that means; Poof?" Ethan questioned.
"Never mind..." Ellis responded quietly. "Can I help you put your
things away?"
"Sure, thanks dude." Ethan replied. The youngster smiled, and took the
pile of shorts from Ethan's hands, and walked them over to the dresser;
placing them neatly away in the top drawer.
He hurried back over to the footstool, and glanced into Ethan's pack.
His eyes lit up, and he darted his hand inside the pack, removing Ethan's
Ipad 2 tablet. "Whoa, you've got one of these? That's wicked..." the boy
remarked.
"Ya, they're kinda cool. My dad got it for me for my birthday." Ethan
told him.
"Can I turn it on then?" Ellis asked.
"Sure, help yourself." Ethan replied, as he pulled more clothes from his
bag, and began putting them away. As he did so, he noticed Trevor walk up
from outside the open door, wearing only a pair of khaki Ralph Lauren
shorts, with his damp bath towel still hanging around his neck.
"Hey..." Ethan greeted him with a little gesture, to which Trevor
returned a nod of his head and a smile.
"Ellis, you're not bothering our new friend are you?" Trevor asked of
the younger boy.
"Nuh-uh. I'm just checking out his Ipad... Look, it's like the one I
wanted." The boy answered, holding up the tablet for Trevor to see.
"Ya, nice... Now give it back to him and go get ready for supper will
you." Trevor directed. The youngster rolled his eyes, and reluctantly
handed the tablet back to Ethan; then popped up and headed for the door.
"See ya..." he called out, as he hurried off down the hall to his own
room.
"Sorry about that." Trevor started. "He kinda gets into everything like
that."
"That's ok. He seems like a pretty cool kid; a little shy maybe, but
nice. Hey, can I ask you something though?"
"Sure mate, what's up?" Trevor questioned.
"Well, when I was talking to your cousin, I mentioned that you said he
likes to dance and stuff. He said some of the older boys tease him about
it; they say it's sissy and sometimes call him a... a Poof?! What's that
mean, Poof?" He asked, as Trevor turned to look at him.
"You know... Like, gay or queer." Trevor answered. "It's really kind
of mean actually. The kid just likes to dance is all; and he's pretty good
at it too. Besides..." he hesitated noticeably. "...besides, it's not
like there's something wrong with being, you know, gay..." He said,
looking at Ethan.
"No. I mean, who cares right!" Ethan quipped.
"Ya... Who cares." Trevor echoed. "Well, I best put on some shoes and
a shirt; then we can head down for supper if you're ready." He smiled
offhandedly, and went quickly across the hall to his own room. Ethan
stood, thinking about their conversation for a moment. Finally he pulled
out one of his dark, button down shirts, and slipping out of his tee shirt,
he donned the nicer one and went into the hall to wait for Trevor.
A moment later, the other boy emerged from his room wearing a nice black
polo shirt over his khaki shorts. He smiled at Ethan, and the two boys
hurried down the stairs, followed almost at once by Ellis.
The boys went through the downstairs hall, passed trough the pantry and
into the dining room. Ethan's father was already there, chatting it up
with Mr. Hetherington and his wife; while the boys sauntered quietly up to
the table.
"Sit next to me." Ellis begged, taking Ethan by the arm, and guiding him
to the next chair. Dinner was served shortly and was certainly excellent,
though a bit boring for the kids, as most of the small talk at the table
was adult stuff, business and the like. Finally though, they did get
around to talking about the Wimbledon Tournament, and Trevor being selected
a ball boy.
"Yes," Mr. Hetherington explained proudly, "Ethan's been selected with
honors, and has been doing duties at the Tournament as one of the ball boys
this past week. He's got a match to work tomorrow in fact, don't you lad?"
Trevor nodded, showing the excitement on his face.
"It's a real match this time, not just a practice round." The boy
beamed. "I was assigned to do the Ferrer, Mayer match on court
seven. That's bloody wicked isn't it.." He said, rather excitedly.
"Ferrer's like fifth or sixth ranked... It'll be so cool..." he breathed.
"Indeed." His father quipped. "Unfortunately, Brady (Ethan's father)
and I need to attend business tomorrow noon, and will be unable to attend.
So Ashford will drive you into London for your Tournament duties. We have
Select Passes though, so perhaps Ethan and Ellis would like to go along to
sit in the stands; would you?"
"Sure, that would be really cool." Ethan replied, smiling broadly over
at Trevor, who returned the look with a grin of his own.
"Ok it's settled then. Let's have a round of dessert, shall we?"
Mr. Hetherington suggested. The boys of course were certainly up for that.
After finishing, the boys headed off to another of the many rooms, where
they played board and video games for an hour and a half on the
Hetherington's indulgent, seventy inch flat screen.
Ethan began yawning after a time; the long flight, and resultant jet lag
apparently catching up with him finally. It really wasn't that late yet,
but as they would have to get an early start in the morning, none of the
boys argued when the suggestion of 'bed time' had been made.
The boys trundled off upstairs, brushed their teeth and the like getting
ready for bed. After saying their good nights, each retired to his own
room for the night. Ethan stood at the foot of his bed yawning, and then
pulled off his clothes, laying them neatly across the footstool. The bed
covers had already been turned down; perhaps the houseman Ashford's doing,
he thought.
Ethan slipped into the cozy and comfortable bed, lying there on his back
for a moment and gazing up at the ceiling while he gave some thought to the
days events. Having his own private room, he suddenly smiled quietly to
himself. He looked briefly toward the door, as if making sure it was
closed, and then raising his hips a bit he slipped out of his underwear to
lie naked under the cool evening sheets.
This practice had become one of his new found joys back home; sleeping
naked and as loose as you please. He stretched out comfortably, and then
rested his palms softly on his bare pelvis, just to the outsides of his boy
bits. This always felt so wonderful to him. Hands resting on the soft
smoothness of this warm skin, that was normally covered by his undies.
Something just felt enticingly good about it somehow. He rubbed his palms
gently over the area, and down the inside of his upper thighs, letting his
youthful balls rest gently against the backs of his fingers. "Mmm...." He
breathed quietly.
Quite suddenly his mind wandered to the visage of his new friend Trevor.
His mind's eye eagerly, and vividly recalling the other boy standing nearly
naked by the pool that afternoon.
As if on queue, his youthful appendage moved a bit; slowly sliding of
it's own accord, over the boy's right thigh. Slowly expanding in length
and girth. It lifted softly off his leg to hover just above the baby soft
skin of his bare pubic mound. "Mmm..." He breathed pleasantly again.
He was almost too tired for this, but how can one resist the calling?
In his mind, he began to wonder what Trevor looked like totally naked. He
would almost surely be uncircumcised, right? Ethan had heard most English
boys weren't. He knew of only two other boys back home, that he had seen
from a distance in the locker room at the pool who still had their
foreskin.
It appealed to him somehow, as he thought about. It looked good on boys
he thought, yet somehow decidedly ugly on grownups... As Ethan's
fingertips closed on his boytube, it suddenly became aware to him that he
surely needed to go to the bathroom, before continuing with any of this.
With a reluctant sigh, Ethan pushed off the bed covers and swung his
bare feet out and onto the floor. He glanced at his pants on the footstool
for a moment, and then decided since it was late he'd just slip his undies
back on. The bathroom was just down the hall for heavens sake, and only
the boys were up here on the third floor. All the grownups rooms were down
on the second level.
He slipped into them and crept to the door, opening it quietly to peek
out into the hallway. It was only dimly lit, and no one was stirring, so
quickly he padded down the hall and into the large bathroom to take a leak.
He stood there peeing, nearly dozing off as his urine stream finally
trickled to a stop.
Ethan shut off the light and crept back into the hall, making his way
back to his bedroom. Then, thinking he heard something coming from
Trevor's room across the hall, he stopped just outside the door and stood
quietly for a moment with his ear close.
Indeed, faint sounds were coming from the room. Ethan pressed his ear
closer to the panel and listened. A faint grunting, and... And moaning
could be heard inside the room. "Oh shit..." Ethan thought to himself.
"Is he..? Shit he must be..." A twisted little smile crossed his lips.
Almost at once Ethan could feel himself becoming aroused. Surely Trevor
was masturbating just inside this room. What else could he be doing, Ethan
wondered. He turned his head then, and to his shock he suddenly noticed
the eleven year old Ellis, standing fifteen feet away and yawning.
"What'cha doin'?" The boy whispered very quietly, almost
conspiratorially. Ethan blushed brightly, though in the dimness of the
hall it likely went unnoticed. He quickly stepped away from Trevor's door.
"Uh... Nothing." He whispered. "Sorry I... I was just coming back from
the bathroom and I thought I heard noises coming from Trevor's room." He
was embarrassed now; caught listening, and standing there in only his
underwear. The other boy only yawned again, clearly barely awake.
It's ok..." The youngster whispered. "Trev's probably just wanking off
in there. He does it all the time." The boy yawned again. "G-night." He
breathed, then turned and headed back toward his room.
Ethan stood for a moment, considering what the boy had said. "Cool..."
He breathed tiredly, and then quietly he headed back across and into his
own room. He crawled back into bed, and yawned once himself. He thought
about Trevor, 'wanking off ', as the younger boy had called it.
He smiled softly to himself. Perhaps he would wank a bit as well... He
slid his hand under the waistband of his undies and cupped his boyish
package. Another brief yawn, and within moments Ethan had dropped off to a
dream laden sleep...
End of Chapter One
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