Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2013 17:07:17 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ethan And The Ball Boy  -  Chapter Two

  * 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 Two


*Previous Chapter: "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 again 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 though, and within moments Ethan had dropped
off to a dream laden sleep...


				 * * * * *


   The night passed quickly, and just as suddenly it seemed, there were
birds chirping unceasingly outside Ethan's window, somewhere far below in
the garden.  The boy's eyelids fluttered a time or two as he woke, and
slowly adjusted to the brightness of the new day.
   Already he could feel a pleasant warmth streaming in at an angle through
the open window, washing softly over his face.  Throwing back his covers,
the boy stretched away the nights tightness, and casually he looked down at
his nearly naked body.  He yawned, and after another brief stretch he slid
his legs over the edge of the bed and stood barefoot on the cool morning
floor.

  The boy sauntered over to the window and gazed out over the expansive
back lawn.  He yawned, and stretched once again; and then smiled as a ruby
throated hummingbird paused in mid flight, to hover for a moment just
outside the glass, as if contemplating him.
   There was a soft knock at his bedroom door, and Ethan still in his
undies, instinctively moved his hands to cover himself.  "Uh...  Yes?" he
questioned softly.
   "It's just me." Came the casual reply.  The door opened a crack, and
Ethan could see it was the younger boy, Ellis.
   "Oh, g-morning." Ethan offered, still a bit self conscious.  With a
quick smile, Ellis, who was also only wearing his briefs, came boldly into
his room as if invited.  The boy hopped up to sit on the edge of the bed,
and he smiled warmly at Ethan.

   "What's up?" Ethan asked, as his eyes casually surveyed the eleven year
olds body.
   "Nuthin' really.  We have to leave at half past..." The boy reminded
him.  They were heading into London this morning, as Trevor, the older boy,
would be doing ball boy duties at the Wimbledon Tennis Tournament.
   "I was wondering if you wanted to use the bath first, or should I have a
go." Ellis asked.
   "Oh... No, sure go ahead." Ethan suggested.  He couldn't help but eye
the youngsters bare legs; marveling again at how strong they looked on a
boy his age. Their eyes contacted, and the youngster smiled at him
knowingly.  "I, uh...  I was just noticing how strong your legs looked."
Ethan offered, feeling a bit embarrassed.
   The boy stiffened his leg, making his thigh muscle look taught and
defined.  "Ya...  It's all the dancin' I do, isn't it." Ellis replied,
perhaps a bit proud at the look of his leg.

   The youngster hopped off the bed, did a distinct spin on the ball of one
foot, and then headed for the door.  "I like your muscle too!" The boy
giggled with a quick glance back as he headed out.
   Ethan looked down not taking his meaning; and then he felt embarrassed
all over again as he noticed that he was sporting a bit of a stiffy beneath
his thin cotton briefs.  "Oh shit..." He mumbled, blushing full on now.

   Half an hour later, after a quick shower, Ethan joined the others in the
kitchen.  They made a brief breakfast of scones and jam, and then his
father handed him some spending money for the day.  Ashford, the houseman /
chauffer, hustled them all out to the drive, where the three boys piled
into the back of the limo.
   The thirteen year old, Trevor, was clearly excited about today's
activities.  Wimbledon is a big thing.  One of the Grand Slams of tennis,
and arguably the granddaddy of them all.  Trevor had done ball boy duties
during some of the practice rounds earlier in the week; but this was the
official start of the Tournament of Champions.  The boy was almost giddy
with excitement.

  "So, are you getting nervous?" Ethan questioned, as he eyed the other
boy.  Trevor smiled his youthful, dimpled smile and shrugged his shoulders
slightly.
   "Maybe just a bit..." He admitted softly.  "I mean, it's a big deal
isn't it?  The world stage and all.  But, but I'm ready.  I mean, I know my
job and stuff."
   "Is it hard? Being a ball boy?" Ethan asked.  Trevor smiled and shook
his head.
   "Not really.  A bit complicated though isn't it!  Every move is
specific.  You have to know when and where to stand, or kneel.  When to put
your hands behind you, or offer them.  You have to know your position and
responsibilities, and where each ball has to go, and when to send it."

   In fact, the boy was being modest.  There are tremendous
responsibilities to being a ball boy at Wimbledon.  Everything must be
precise.  The boys work in teams of six.  Two at net, and four minding the
baselines, each with his own duties.
   They need to be efficient, to ensure the match flows quickly.  In truth,
the better they do their jobs, the less anyone should even notice them.
They must know the game to a fault, and handle the tennis balls with
precision and speed.  Getting them to the service court as quickly and
accurately as possible.
    They rotate the balls into play, as the players request them; either
one bounce, waist high, or laid directly on their racquet.  Everything
decidedly well choreographed, each move by design.  The boys tend each
player's needs, and must never get in the way.  In truth, it takes months
of training and testing just to be selected.  And what kid wants to screw
up with the world watching on TV?  It would be humiliating; so in fact,
there is tremendous pressure to do the job right.

   Trevor, the handsome blond thirteen year old had earned his way though.
Even though he was actually a year underage, he had worked hard and shown
himself to really know the duties.  There are nearly two hundred fifty ball
boys (and girls) making the final cut for the tournament; and much like the
players themselves, the boys are ranked based on their demonstrated
abilities.
   Trevor had shown exceptionally well, and even though this was his first
year, he would be assigned several good matches.  Including the one today.
Though this was first round play, and usually the boys don't know which
match they are assigned; still he was told he'd be doing the duties for the
Ferrer vs. Mayer match.  Ferrer being the number four ranked player in the
world; so this match was a good one to be sure.

   Ethan smiled as he watched, and listened as Trevor explained these
things to him.  The other boy's green eyes sparkled with infectious
excitement as he did so; and Ethan was totally captivated and intrigued by
the other boy's presence, and cuteness.
    After the long drive, the limo pulled onto the grounds at the All
England Lawn Tennis Club; the site of the Wimbledon tournament.  Ashford
opened the door for the boys, who all bailed out of the back.  He handed
each of them Premier Club access passes.
   "Have fun lads.  Mind yourselves now, and stay out of trouble aw'right!"
Ashford told them.
   "I never get in trouble." Trevor responded with an impishly sly grin.
   "Indeed..." Ashford smirked "And I suppose you never 'toss your knob'
either.." He teased with a grin.  Trevor grinned back at him, and the two
English boys broke into giggles.  Ethan was left to imagine what this 'toss
your knob' euphemism meant.

   Ashford handed Trevor a parcel, which looked as if it had come direct
from the dry cleaners.  His ball boy uniform as it turned out.  "I s'pose
you'll be needing a lift back as well?" Ashford smiled.  "I'll see if I can
remember to pick you lot up later, after I've had a few pints, eh?!"  He
grinned again, and with a slight wave to the boys, he got back into the
limo and drove off.
   Trevor, who was currently dressed in a nice black Polo shirt and tan
slacks, needed to check in with the tournament officials in charge of the
ball boy assignments; so he led the boys through the grounds towards the
designated locker area.  They had to show their security passes at several
points, and Ethan was impressed with the pomp and circumstance of it all.
   Once inside the security points, Trevor signed in, and checked the
boards to confirm his assignment.  He was indeed scheduled on court three,
one of the show courts; a rarity for a first year ball boy.  The draw
confirmed the first match at 11:30 would be Ferrer vs.  Mayer.

   Trevor grinned boyishly, pleased at the assignment.  He and his group
would work court three or another of the show courts all day.  Rotating
with another group, on and off court.  Excited, he put one arm around
Ethan's shoulders giving him a cheerful half hug.
   "This is so cool." He beamed, shaking his new friend excitedly.  Ethan
couldn't help but to be caught up in the other boy's enthusiasm, and the
embrace though unexpected, felt rather nice to him.  Trevor's beautiful
green eyes seemed to sparkle at him.

   After a moment, Trevor led the other two boys back to the juniors
changing rooms, so he could change into his official ball boy uniform.  And
though technically the other boys shouldn't be in there, he took them in
with him.  Finding his locker, he quickly kicked out of his Sperry
Top-Sider loafers, and began to undress.
   Ethan glanced around as he sat on the bench, noticing nearly a score
other boys, in various stages of changing as well.  Several boys stood
naked near their lockers, and Ethan could feel the keen interest beginning
to build deep within him.
   Puberty again, rearing it's head.  Anything with bare skin, regardless
of gender, any hint of sexuality presumed or otherwise just seemed to set
him off.  He tried to be discreet, making sure not to look at anyone too
long.  Puberty be damned...

   Finally, still sitting on the bench, he turned to look at Trevor, who
was just now slipping out of his pants.  Ethan could feel a rush of
excitement within him.  Sitting there next to this, the most beautiful of
blond boys.  Trim, tanned, firm adolescence on display.  He wondered if
Trevor would.....
   And he did.  Without a thought, Trevor slipped out of his low rise
briefs.  Ethan's breath caught in his chest.  Barley a foot away was the
bare, splendidly rounded bottom of his new friend.
   Ethan shivered, and then hoped no one had noticed.  His lips and throat
seemed instantly dry, his mind was in a daze with the closeness, and beauty
of this silky butt cleavage just posing right there in front of him.
    Time was frozen for a moment.  The dimpled cheek, the satin smooth
skin, even the Speedo induced tan line was instantly ingrained in that
moment.  Frozen forever in the keenness of his memory.

   Though totally unaware of it, Ethan's young penis was swelling
unannounced in his own shorts.  He shivered again with internal excitement.
Trevor was just beginning to step into a jockstrap, and he turned slightly
as he pulled it up his lean tanned legs.  Ethan was rewarded with a brief
side glimpse of Trev's adolescent boy package.
   It had been in a word...  Beautiful.  It had happened too damn quickly;
but clearly he had seen the other boy's uncircumcised boy tube, and the
loose dangle of his boy pouch hanging freely below.  Ethan tried to
swallow, but couldn't.

   Time started again, as Trevor turned around and raised his leg, putting
one bare foot up on the bench.  He began to slip into one of his low cut
ball boy uniform socks.  White of course, with the Wimbledon emblem
embroidered on the side.
   Ethan barely noticed that however.  His eyes were fixed on the round
module between Trevor's legs; hidden now only by the thin material of his
jockstrap.  Round, contained, cupped there lovingly by that soft material.
He closed his eyes for a moment.  But only a moment, to record it like a
photograph in his mind.

   Trev' shifted position now, putting his other foot up on the bench; and
now Ethan had a nice view of the older boy's bare bum again; one leg raised
to the bench, gapping slightly the space between his buttocks.  'Oh
god.....' Ethan thought dreamily.
   Trevor stood then, grabbed his crisp white uniform shorts from the bench
and stepped into them; and then he glanced over at Ethan.  "Oye, you
alright then?  You look like you're about to pass out mate."  Ethan snapped
back into the moment, and blushed slightly.
   "Huh.  Oh, ya.  Ya I'm fine, I just...  I was thinking about other stuff
is all..." He looked away nervously.  He began to wonder if Ellis had seen
what he'd been looking at, but when he turned, Ellis was about ten feet
away at the end of the row, standing on a locker room scale weighing
himself; and thankfully paying no attention to what had just happened.

   Ethan stood up then, trembling slightly with nervous excitement.  He
looked around, then glanced again at Trevor, who was just slipping into his
smart Wimbledon polo shirt.  After pulling it over his head, the boy combed
his fingers back through his hair, and looked at Ethan.
   "How do I look?" He asked.  "Do I look like a right ball boy?"  Ethan
nearly choked on those words.
   "Ya...  Like a ball boy..." Ethan sputtered.  But those weren't the kind
of balls he was thinking about at the moment.  Trevor looked at him
queerly, a knowing smirk on his face as he glanced downward at the other
boy.

   "Careful mate," Trevor chuckled, "Your corks floatin' a bit..."  Ethan
glanced down at himself and was instantly mortified.  His shorts were
tented out, leaving little doubt he was sporting wood.  "Not to worry
mate..." Trevor offered, as he patted Ethan on the shoulder.  "We all get a
bit of a pounder from time to time, don't we."
   Ethan covered himself and blushed with embarrassment; but Trevor had
continued on without another word about it.  "I've got to go in for our
briefing now." He offered.  "You and Ellis can go wander around a bit if
you like.  Then go over to court three at half past eleven, and find your
seats.  I'll see you guys after."
   With that, Trevor smiled warmly at Ethan, glanced down at him once more,
and then followed some of the other ball boys out of the lockers to another
room. "Lets go then..."  Ellis spoke up for the first time; and tugging
Ethan by the elbow the two boys headed outside.

   There was mass commotion going on now.  People were milling around in
hoards; an air of excitement ringing through the grounds.  The boys
wandered around a bit, taking in all the sights, and smells of this elite
event.
   "Want to get some straw'burrys and cream?"  Ellis asked excitedly as
they came to one of the food stands.  "They're quite good really..."
   "Sure." Ethan responded with a smile, as he was just enjoying the
experience.  They bought two dishes, and sat up on a bench as they scarfed
the fresh fruit.  "Mmm, really good." Ethan nodded, as he licked some of
the sweet cream from his fingers.

  "Come on." Ellis spoke up.  "We best get over to the courts now."  The
boys hopped up and worked their way around to the south side of Center
Court; weaving in and out of slow tourist types, as they made their way
over to court three.
   With their Premier Club Passes hanging around their necks in clear
plastic sleeves, the boys made their way inside, and sidled up into the
stands.  There was much chatter going on in the crowd, until finally the
speakers buzzed to life.
   Then came the match officials, the Chair Umpire, and the ball boys.  The
boys walked the edge of the court, all smartly dressed in their Ralph
Lauren designed uniforms, and walking a straight line, in step with one
another.  Every move choreographed, Ethan remembered what Trevor had
explained.

   The players came out to a polite round of applause.  Ellis quickly
pointed out which one was David Ferrer, the fourth ranked men's player in
the world.  The players took to the courts for warmups; and Trevor and the
other five ball boys quickly took their positions.
   After a brief period, formal announcements and introductions were made.
Trevor stood proudly at net, alongside another ball boy.  They stood, backs
straight, hands clasped behind their backs, facing the Chair Umpire and the
players.  The other four ball boys had taken their positions on the
corners.

    Quickly the match was underway.  Ethan smiled as he watched Trevor move
with speed and precision, as he retrieved errant balls at the net, then
quickly took a knee just off court, never slowing the match.  Between
points, he fed balls quickly to the service court ball boys.  Rolling them
always with no bounce, but brisk speed and accuracy.
   At the break and changeover, the players returned to the seats to the
left and right of the Umpires chair for a moments breather.  Trevor stood
at the ready, handing towels or beverage to the player on his side, if
requested.  The sun was shining down brightly now, and a dry warmth
radiated up from the grounds and well manicured lawns of the court.

   The match was a good one, and though the score didn't indicate it,
Ferrer seemed clearly in command, with the first set going to him, six
games to four.  Ethan was amazed at the blazing speed and power with which
these pro players hammered the balls.
   He watched Trevor quite often as well.  After all, the boy looked
stunningly cute in that uniform.  It was a sharp navy blue Ralph Lauren
polo shirt, with the famous Wimbledon green and purple stripe, and the
embroidered crest.
   And of course, with the crisp white shorts, Trevor's strong tan legs
were prominently on display.  And when he took a knee at net, his bum
filled them out, looking rounded and sweet as well.  Ethan was a bit
surprised when he caught himself thinking about such things...

   Midway through the second set, Trevor showed his true character.  A long
fought point was raging between the two players.  Mayer's shot had ticked
the top of the net, dying as it fell over.  Ferrer, made an all out sprint
toward the net, to barely dig the ball off the grass before the second
bounce.
   He had to loft it high and deep in a lob, just to try and preserve the
point.  His opponent drifted back, stood poised and then hammered an
overhead rocket back over the net.  Ferrer, still trying to back peddle
took a desperately wild backhand swing at it; but the ball sailed wide and
his tennis racquet, likely with a sweat dampened grip, slipped wildly out
of his hand like a bullet off to the side, catching the unsuspecting Trevor
on the side of his cheek just in front of his left ear.

   You could hear the force of the impact, as Trevor barely even had time
to flinch.  There was an audible gasp from the crowd, and even Ferrer
reacted with some concern.  The boy amazingly held his ground though.  He
had been on his knee in position at the net; he rocked back with the
impact, but then, without even raising a hand to his stinging face, he
staunchly held his ball boy position.
   It wasn't hard to see the red welt, already forming on his cheek.  The
chair umpire momentarily called 'time', as Ferrer had stepped over to the
boy to see if he was alright.  Trevor hadn't moved from his station.
   "I'm fine sir." He replied, though the welt and his watering eyes may
have indicated differently.  Trevor reached down and retrieved the racquet
from the ground, handing it back to Ferrer. He stood then, his back
straight, his hands clasped behind his back in perfect form.  "I'm fine
sir, please continue."

   Ferrer smiled and nodded at him respectfully, then headed back on court
to resume play.  A small round of applause came from the stands, and the
match continued.  As it was, Trevor never even reached up to rub his cheek
until the change over.
   The match resumed with some brilliant play, with Ferrer eventually
taking it in three sets.  In the end, as they all formally prepared to
leave the court, both players shook the Chair Umpire's hand, and in a very
unusual gesture, did the same with Trevor, praising him for his days
efforts.

   Little did anyone know at the time, that this little anecdotal incident
was even mentioned later that day on television; on the Wimbledon Daily
Recap with John McEnroe.  The clip was shown, and McEnroe joked slightly
about the dangers of being a ball boy, and then he remarked that certainly
that must have hurt, finishing with; "That's one ball boy with some spine!"


  Ethan and Ellis had scrambled quickly out of the stands after the match.
They weren't allowed back into the change rooms, but they caught up with
Trevor several minutes later; since he had an hour break before his group
took the court again, for their next shift on the courts.
   "Whoa, that was bloody wicked Trev."  Ellis praised his cousin, when
they saw him come out of the lockers.
   "No doubt." Ethan gushed, peering at the reddish mark, still visible on
the other boy's cheek.  Trevor smiled back at them, and rubbed his
fingertips gently over it.
   "Hurt like bloody hell." He whispered back at them with a little wincing
smirk, and Ethan smiled respectfully at him.
   "You didn't even show it dude." Ethan said.  "You really showed your
marbles there..."
   "Ya," Trevor laughed, "Glad I didn't get hit in the marbles if you know
what I mean."  All the boys giggled at that one.

   They decided to head over to the Food Village back behind Court One,
wanting to grab a quick bite to eat.  But a woman, Miss Stanforth, who was
one of the supervisors in charge of the ball boys, came out of the change
area and intercepted Trevor.
   "Mr. Hetherington..." She began.  Trevor turned to look at her; a
feeling of dread coming over him fearing he had done something wrong.
   "Yes mam?" He replied politely, and without knowing it, he had stood
straight and clasped his hands behind his back in standard ball boy form.
She couldn't help but notice, and she smiled slightly at him.
   "Relax son, you're not in trouble.  I've just heard the reports, and saw
the video replay of your little incident." She said, raising her finger to
point at the red mark on his cheek.  "That was a fine job boy.  You did us
proud out there, and that's what it's all about isn't it." She smiled.
"Now come with me a moment, if you would..."  She turned and began to walk
back toward the building.

   Trevor, in spite of the compliment, turned and looked at Ethan and Ellis
somewhat apprehensively; then the boys followed dutifully along behind Miss
Stanforth.  Once inside, she stopped in the corridor and waited a moment.
   Seconds later, Trevor was surprised to see David Ferrer and several
others come walking out of the men's change rooms.  He was dressed in
street attire now, and fresh from the showers.
   He smiled and nodded at the woman, then looked at Trevor.  "You are ok
then?" He asked in English, though being from Spain he had a heavy accent.
Trevor was almost stunned that Ferrer was addressing him.
   "Yes sir." He smiled politely, as Ferrer reached out and lightly touched
the boy's cheek.
   "I am sorry this happen." He spoke honestly.  "You did good job out
there, thank you."
   "Thank you sir." Trevor replied, unable to suppress his grin.  Ferrer
smiled at him and nodded.  He seemed about to leave, but stopped and turned
to one of the men following him; who was carrying Ferrer's gear bags.

   He reached for one of the bags, and zipping it open he rummaged through
his six tennis racquets, finally pulling one of them from the bag.  He
turned and smiled at Trevor.  "This for you." He offered, "Since you and
racquet have become so close..." He chuckled.  Trevor was dumbfounded.  He
glanced over at Miss Stanforth as if for permission.  She nodded, and
Trevor accepted the offering.
   "Whoa....  That's bloody awesome." He beamed.  Then blushed a bit.
Ferrer smiled, reached out and tousled the boy's hair and walked out of the
building, his entourage in tow.

   "Well done son." Miss Stanforth praised.  "Now don't be late for your
next match."  She added with raised eyebrow, then she turned with a smirk
and left to attend other duties.  Trevor looked at the other two boys, with
a look of stunned surprise still on his face.
   "That's so cool..." Ethan breathed, as both he and Ellis reached out to
touch the racquet reverently.  Trevor beamed, and after the boys had
examined the racquet for a moment, the boy said he'd be right back; and
then he ran off to put this special prize away in his locker.

   The rest of the afternoon went by quite quickly.  Trevor did all his
tournament duties, rotating on and off the courts with his group, and doing
an exemplary job of it.  Ethan and Ellis were in and out of the matches,
watching them from time to time, and wandering the grounds just goofing off
as boys do, for the rest of the time.

   When the day had wrapped, Ethan told Ellis they should head back to the
change rooms to catch up with Trevor.  The boys managed to gain entry with
their passes, but unfortunately for Ethan, Trevor had already showered, and
was nearly fully dressed by the time they wandered in.
   Secretly, Ethan was more than a little disappointed, since he was hoping
that he would have gotten an extended look at the other boy while he was
still in the buff.  Trevor however, had already donned his pants and shirt,
and sat chatting with another boy as he slowly pulled on his socks.
   He smiled warmly at Ethan though, and after slipping into his
Top-Siders, Trevor grabbed up his gear, including his newly prized tennis
racquet, and the boys headed out into the concourse, following it round to
car park three.

   They only had to wait a few minutes before Ashford pulled up in the
limo, and the boys quickly slid into the back seat.  It had been a long
day, but Trevor excitedly showed Ashford the racquet he'd been given.  He
started to tell the story of how this had come about, but both Ethan and
Ellis jumped in, to provide their own third party details.
   Ethan was very animated, and quite humorous as he told the tale to
Ashford; who showed a fair amount of concern, and then also laughed
heartily at the way Ethan colorfully filled in all the details.
   Trevor sat back and watched it all unfold, grinning thoughtfully at how
excited Ethan seemed to be as he recounted the story.  He looked at the
other boy's soft features, and realized, (not for the first time) how
adorable this cute American boy actually was.

   After the story telling and a lot of laughs, the long day started to
take it's toll; and both Trevor and Ellis were just started to nod off in
the back seat during the long drive back.  Before long Trevor's head had
slumped listlessly to the side, resting lightly on Ethan's shoulder.  Ethan
glanced casually at the older boy for a moment, and then smiled softly to
himself.
   It quickly occurred to him that he more than enjoyed the physical
contact between the two of them; and so he made no effort to try and lean
Trevor the other way.  Something about the warmth of the other boy's cheek
on his shoulder, and his soft disheveled hair, lightly touching Ethan's
cheek...  Suddenly he felt those butterflies flittering in his stomach
again, and he realized that he was becoming aroused by the contact.

   Ethan looked quickly up to the front seat, but Ashford was busy driving
and wouldn't be able to see anything any way.  He turned slightly to see
that the other boy, Ellis, was sound asleep, and leaning against the other
door; and with that, Ethan relaxed and simply enjoyed the moment.
   After a time, Trevor shifted slightly in his sleep; with his hand coming
to rest comfortably on Ethan's thigh, with the back of his fingers
dangerously close to the firm rounded bulge still residing in Ethan's
shorts.  He squirmed, a bit uncomfortable with this.  Not because he didn't
enjoy the closeness of it, but not wanting Trevor to wake, and spot him
with yet another stiffy.

   Ethan casually moved his own hand into his lap, to cover and protect
himself from any potential embarrassment.  Then, feeling more comfortable
with the situation, and hearing the soft rhythmic breathing of his two
companions in the back seat, he allowed himself to slip off into a little
nap of his own.
   By the time the car pulled back up to the house at Hetherington Court,
the boys were all starting to wake.  Trevor lifted his head from Ethan's
shoulder as he sat up; he smiled softly back at Ethan, seemingly not at all
embarrassed at having just napped against him.
   Ethan smiled back, and looked at the other boy for a long moment.  There
was something about this other boy.  His gentle nature perhaps, or his
unassuming manner.  Or perhaps it was his youthful boyish features, or the
reddish fullness of his lips, or.....

   Ethan shook his head then, as if to return to his senses.  He flushed a
little, as if somehow Trevor might have read his thoughts.  But the other
boys were already starting to pile out of the car.
   Quickly gathering himself, Ethan slid out of the limo after the other
boys.  They bounded up the flagstone steps and into the manor, where Trevor
animatedly told his parents about the day's events; excitedly showing them
the racquet that David Ferrer, the number four ranked player in the world,
had given him.

   After the excitement of the moment had passed and all the stories were
told, the boys headed upstairs to their rooms.  It would be at least an
hour before supper, and as they topped the stairs at the third floor,
Trevor suggested that perhaps since they had time, they should all go for a
swim in the pool.
   With no convincing needed, they each went to their bedrooms to change
into their swimmers; and barely a minute later they all converged in the
hallway ready to go.  Both the English boys were wearing Speedo's, though
not the tiny racer's cut.
   Ethan looked at the other boys, and suddenly felt a bit overdressed, as
he stood there in his boardies, which stretched down to just above his
knees.  "Is that all you've got?"  Trevor questioned as he eyed the
boardies.  Ethan only nodded.
   "We have to get you a proper bathing suit mate." Trevor offered with a
smile. "Come on then."  He ushered Ethan back into his room, and quickly
crossing to his wardrobe, he pulled open the lower drawer.  Trevor rummaged
for a moment, and then pulled out a sky blue pair of Speedos and tossed
them to Ethan.  "Lets have a look at those then."

   Ethan glanced at the skimpy suit, a bit unsure.  "I don't know..." He
muttered haltingly, as he held them up.
   "Come on then, don't be a fanny flaps..." Ellis spoke up with an
impatient look. "Lets get to swimmin."  Ethan smiled a bit sheepishly, as
he looked again at the Speedo's.
   "I'll go change then." He said, a little reluctantly.
   "Not shy are ya?  Just switch out and lets go." Trevor told him.  Ethan
glanced quickly at the two boys; indeed a bit shy but not wanting to look
stupid.  Taking a quick breath, he unbuttoned his boardies, and then
turning slightly away from them he hurriedly pulled his shorts down.

   His hands were trembling just a bit, as he hurried to make the switch,
knowing that the other boys were likely staring now at his nakedness.  He
took a misstep at first, and stumbled just a bit as he tried to quickly
step into the small bathing suit.
   Blushing just a little now, Ethan finally pulled the Speedo up his
thighs, and over his youthful boy bits.  He looked down at himself, feeling
a bit hesitant; and then finally turned to face the other boys.
   "Not so bad now, was it?" Trevor smiled soothingly.  "No need to be shy
is there?"
   "No, no It's not that..." Ethan said, with a denying shake of his head.
"I just...."  He trailed off, not really knowing what else to say.  The
truth of the matter is, he was just a bit shy, but more to the point he was
afraid he might 'pop one' in front of the other boys.

   Trevor put his arm around Ethan's shoulders as they moved to the door.
"Not to worry mate, it's all good."  And the three boys gathered up their
bath towels and headed down the hall.
   "You do have a nice bum though." Ellis grinned and he slapped Ethan on
the butt as he hurried past, and trotted ahead of them down the stairs.
Trevor laughed, and Ethan couldn't help but giggle as well as they followed
after the younger boy.

   The early evening air was still quite warm and the boys jumped eagerly
into the Caribbean blue water of the large pool.  They splashed about for
awhile, simply playing and having a carefree time, as boys this age always
seem to do while swimming.
   Ellis frequently, and sometimes inappropriately, grabbed hold of the
other boys, clinging to them and wrapping his legs around them, apparently
in an attempt to wrestle.  This led to a lot of body contact between the
three boys, and Ethan secretly savored the feeling of warm, wet skin
sliding gently over his pubescent body.  Particularly when it was Trevor.

   They jumped in and out of the pool, leaping, laughing and splashing one
another.  And each time Trevor hopped out of the pool, Ethan's eyes would
follow him.  The other boy's lean, beautiful physique was exciting to him
somehow.  His glistening tanned skin, and the teasing smooth roundness of
his boy bits, hidden only by the thin blue fabric of his Speedo.  Hidden
only to the eye that is, but not to Ethan's imagination.
   Was this puberty, at it again?  Simply his raging hormones toying with
his young developing body?  Or was this some secret insight into his
burgeoning sexuality.  Ethan didn't know, and at the moment, he didn't
care.  It was blissfully stimulating, regardless.

   In the course of their play, Trevor had latched playfully onto him from
behind, and their young bodies were gripped tightly together.  Ethan
certainly thought he'd felt a more than firm lump pressed up against his
backside.  Or had he only wishfully imagined it?  Either way, it seemed to
ignite those familiar, and delightful tingling sensations in his stomach
once again.
   The boys continued their play for over an hour before Ashford suddenly
appeared and informed them that supper would be served in ten minutes.
With a bit of reluctance, the boys crawled out of the pool and began to
towel themselves off.

   Ethan glanced furtively at Trevor, wanting to gaze further at the
distinct outline that was revealed by the wet, body molding material of his
bathing suit.  And it seemed to him, wait...  Was the other boy eyeing him
in the same manner?  No... No probably not; he must of imagined that as
well.
   The three youngsters headed inside to share a quick meal with their
parents; and shortly after this, the adults decided to go for a drive
through the English country side, ending up in town for a few drinks at the
club.  The boys of course, had other plans.

   "Wanna' go down to the dungeon then." Trevor asked the other two.
   "The dungeon?" Ethan quipped.  "I thought Ashford was just teasing me
about there being a dungeon." He raised his eyebrows, curious now.
   "It's not a real dungeon." Ellis snickered.  "That's just what we call
it, cause its down in the old root cellar.  Come on, you'll like it."
Ethan glanced curiously at the other boys; a bit unsure what was going on.
But he assumed they might just be pulling his leg.

    Trevor led the way, back through the kitchen to a heavy looking door
near the pantry.  He smiled back at Ethan, and then pulled it open.
Flipping on a light switch, the boys descended down the stone steps, and
into the cool air of the so called 'dungeon.'
   As it turned out, the old cellar had been renovated from it's early
days.  They passed the first room, which was still crafted from the
original hewn stone, and had been turned into a formal wine cellar now.
Scores of bottles, old and new lining each wall; and even a cask of their
own house wine stood near the back wall.

   Down the stone hallway past the wine cellar, things suddenly, and
surprisingly took on a whole new look.  Cedar planks now lined the walls,
and Trev' pulled open the door at the end of it.
   Inside was a cedar lined change room with benches, open cubbies and a
small open closet filled with folded towels and bottled water.  In the
middle was another door that opened to a fair sized steam room.
   "Velcome to ze dungeon..." Ellis quipped in a low Dracula sounding
voice, trying to sound a bit spooky.  Ethan grinned at him, but Trevor only
punched the younger boy lightly on his shoulder.
   "Geeze you twat... You do that same line every time someone comes down
here."  Ellis only rolled his eyes and shrugging his shoulders, then smiled
back at Ethan.  "Come on...  Lets have a steam, aw'right?!"

   The two English boys began to disrobe, hanging their shirts on hooks in
the individual cubbies.  Ethan looked a bit perplexed, as he glanced
around.  "Uhh...  What are we supposed to wear in there?" He asked quietly.
   "Yer kidding right..." Trev' answered, "We go starkers of course.  Come
on..."  He pulled several towels from the open closet and tossed one to
each of the boys.  Then he slipped his shorts down his legs, stepped out of
them, and hung them on a hook.  He wrapped a towel around his naked frame,
and headed into the steam room.

   Ethan stood for a moment a little surprised, if not uncomfortable about
things.  He glanced over at the younger boy, who had just slipped out of
his undies, and was just standing there naked in front of him.  Ethan's
eyebrows rose as he, well, gawked at the boy.
   Ellis, was just eleven, he had a thin but nicely shaped little body.
And of course his strong, long legs from all his dancing.  Ethan's eyes
were drawn now to the youngsters boy bits.  His young penis wasn't
circumcised, and it pointed quite naturally almost straight out from his
youthful body.
   It was a thin stalk, smooth and straight, and about two and a half
inches in length, including the little nipple of gathered skin that
overhung his glans.  The boy's testes were of fairly nice size though; they
didn't hang down far, but were rather cupped in a tighter purse of slightly
darker skin.

   Ethan quickly glanced away, when the other boy moved to wrap his own
towel around his thin waist.  "You commin' in or what?" The youngster
questioned, since he noticed that Ethan hadn't begun to undress yet.  And
without waiting for an answer the boy turned and went inside.
   'Best get on with it I guess.' Ethan thought to himself.  'I mean, I'll
have a towel around me after all...'  He swallowed tightly, and then
without thinking about it further, he peeled off his clothes, hanging them
haphazardly on the hooks.
   Wrapping the towel firmly around his waist, Ethan took a shallow breath,
and swung the door open to step inside.

   The moist heat of the steam room enveloped him at once.  It was a
drastic change from the cool cellar air just outside the door.  Ethan
looked around nervously at the other two boys.  Ellis was sitting on a
bench along the left wall, his bare lower legs and feet dangling loosely
over the side, with his towel still wrapped around his middle.
   Trevor on the other hand was lying on his stomach stretched across one
of the benches on top of his towel.  The boy lay there naked, with his eyes
closed, arms folded up under his cheek for support.
   Ethan found it hard to catch his breath.  He half crawled up onto the
bench to his right, and leaned back against the moist warm grain of the
wall.  He looked back; was drawn back to the naked figure on the other
bench in front of him.  Trev's body was amazing, and Ethan shivered, in
spite of the heat.

   Trevor's body was already damp and dripping with perspiration, and
Ethan's eyes followed the sweet flowing curves of his naked body; from his
shoulders dipping down gracefully to the small of his back, and then up the
steep rounded slope of his bare buttocks.
   The tingles instantly set in, inside Ethan's stomach.  His eyes lingered
there, then slowly traced Trevor's smooth legs all the way down to his
soft, compact looking feet.  He shivered again, he couldn't help it; and
his insides seemed to churn with excitement as he glanced again at the
other boy's round, bare bum.

   Ethan closed his eyes and swallowed tightly.  His breathing was elevated
somewhat, and he could feel his fingers trembling with excitement.  All of
these things might go unnoticed by the other boys.  But not the rise of his
tumescent boy tube which now seemed to throb relentlessly beneath the
towel.
   Discreetly, he moved his hands and cupped them innocently in his lap,
trying to hide the outcropping that had formed there.  He squeezed his eyes
shut for a moment trying to concentrate, but there was no way his aroused
pubescent member was going to go away any time soon.

   He heard Ellis giggle slightly, near the other wall of the small steam
room; and instantly he assumed that he had been found out.  He blushed, and
timidly opened his eyes; but Ellis, as it turned out wasn't even looking at
him.
   The youngster was sitting on his own bench, playfully stretching out his
leg and gently prodding Trevor's bare bottom with his toe.  Trev' shot his
arm out blindly behind him, trying to grab the boy's foot, but he missed
and Ellis giggled boyishly once again.

   Ethan was relieved, and he smiled at the little game of grab ass that
was going on between the two cousins.  The youngster slowly reached his toe
out once again, this time angling to poke it lightly between Trevor's moist
butt cheeks.  This time however, Trevor was on to him, and his blind grab
was on target.
   His fingers caught the younger boy's toes, and he rolled quickly onto
his side and began tickling the bottom of Ellis' bare foot.  The boy
giggled and squirmed raucously, finally managing to pull his foot free.  In
the process though, his towel also pulled free from around his thin waist;
and in that moment Ethan caught a nice view of the youngsters jewels.

   Ellis didn't seem to mind his towel falling free however, and he didn't
even bother to cover himself up again.  In fact he pulled his knees up near
his chest, resting his feet on the bench; trying to keep them away from
Trevor, who was still pointing a playful finger at him.
   With his knees drawn up like that, not only could Ethan see the boys
dangly bits, but he also had a nice look at the youngsters little pink
grommet.  Ethan's eyes went wide.  Other than examining his own bunghole in
a little hand held mirror in his bedroom one afternoon; this was surely the
first time he'd ever seen another boys pooter.
   Had there been any chance of his boner going away any time soon; that
idea was quickly out the window.  Ethan was so stimulated now, that he
could almost feel his tube pulsing untouched beneath his towel, perhaps
even leaking a bit.

   He managed to glance away finally, but only to look back toward Trevor.
The older boy was still lying on his side, propping his head up on his arm.
And of course, this offered a full frontal of his nakedness for Ethan to
view.
   Ethan's legs, which were still dangling off the bench, twitched a
little.  He'd drawn his knees together, making sure the other boys couldn't
see up his towel.  Then he tried again to look away; he was as physically
excited as he had ever been.
   When he couldn't resist it any longer, he turned his eyes back to Trevor
once again.  Trev' hadn't moved, still lying on his side, and his
adolescent boy parts were hanging down loosely against his bottom leg.

   Ethan was mesmerized.  He thought he could see a sparse gathering of
pubes just at the base of the other boy's hooded prick.  It was hard to
tell though for sure, since everything was wet; moist with the heat of the
steam room.
   Trevor's young penis looked awesome though.  It was a little longer than
Ethan's, perhaps three and a half inches in length; and of course the small
nubbin of bunched skin at it's tip.  It was boyishly smooth and linier; and
Ethan could faintly see the ridge of his glans foreshadowed just beneath
the thin foreskin.
   Ethan unknowingly touched the tip of his tongue to his lips, as if
tasting what he was gazing at.  He continued to stare at Trevor's soft
appendage, and his sweet, walnut sized testicles, which hung loosely in
their hairless silken pouch.

   For the umpteenth time, Ethan shivered with excitement.  Puberty and
raging hormones be damned; the boy had little control over what was
happening.  He squeezed his eyes shut once again trying to resist, but
absently fingering his erect cocklet, still hidden beneath the folds of his
towel.
   His legs and feet fidgeted a bit as he tried to hold himself steady;
tried to think about other things hoping to avoid embarrassment.  But his
mind was not his own, it seemed.  His thoughts ranged back to the other
night, when he had heard the telltale moans coming from Trevor's bedroom.
   He knew that boy had been masturbating in there.  And in his mind he
paired it with the nakedness of the same boy on the bench just in front of
him now.  His dick twitched again against the fabric of the soft cotton
towel, and he could feel the build up charging in his lower regions, the
tingles...  His thighs suddenly went electrically numb, and there,
thankfully hidden beneath the towel, his young penis pulsed and spat out
several meaningful squirts of his sticky clear boy seed.

   He winced at the shear pleasure and sensitivity of it.  His body
shuddered and finally went limp in the moist heat of the steam room.  He
swallowed desperately, struggling to recover both breathing and body
control.  All the while, trying to do so as unnoticeably as possible.
   Or had he already given himself away?  Had he moaned, or cried out as
his orgasm had rolled though him.  Ethan couldn't even remember; he had
been lost in the euphoric rush of it all.

   Ethan finally forced himself to open his eyes and face the possibilities
that he had just humiliated himself.  He first saw that Ellis was still
leaning back against the far wall with his eyes closed, and seemingly
unaware of what had just occurred.
    He looked toward Trevor then, and saw that the other boy was looking at
him; though he couldn't read the look on the other boy's face.  There was a
soft smile on Trev's lips.  Almost a knowing smile, but not one of
recrimination.  Ethan didn't know what to think.

   He could feel a tear of embarrassment welling in his eye, and it rolled
softly down his cheek.  Though it could have been mistaken for a bead of
sweat, in the damp warmth of the steam room.
   "You aw'right?" Trevor asked in a whisper.
   "Yeah..." Ethan responded, but there was a small catch in his voice.
"I...  I just need some water is all."  And the boy scooted off the bench
and quickly went out the door.  Once outside and out of sight, he wiped
away another tear from his eye.
    He sensed the door swinging open again behind him, so he quickly
reached for one of the bottled waters in the open cubby; and twisting off
the cap, he hurriedly took a sip.  Trevor was standing just behind him now,
and he felt a warm soft hand come to rest on his shoulder.

   "It's okay mate." Trevor said quietly, in gentle tones.  Ethan's breath
caught again.
   "No, umm...  It's fine, I mean...  I just needed some water you know.  I
kinda got dizzy in there.  You know, from the heat."  There was a long
quiet pause, and Ethan felt Trevor's hand softly squeeze his shoulder.
   "Sure that's right.  That's what it was." Trevor said in a soft
comforting voice.  "You just got a bit dehydrated is all."  He put his
other hand up on Ethan's bare shoulders and squeezed gently, reassuringly,
as he stepped in a little closer

   Things seemed about to take an interesting turn when suddenly the steam
room door banged open, and Ellis stepped out.  "Oye, you lot trying to
ditch me, or what?  I opened up me peeps and you were both gone..."
   Trevor quickly dropped his hands off Ethan's shoulders and stepped back.
"We weren't tryin' to ditch' ya, ya little bugger.  Ethan just got a little
dehydrated and we were gettin' him some water."
   Ellis, who was standing there naked with his towel in his hand, just
shrugged.  "Well, I've had enough steam anyway." He replied.  Then setting
his towel down, he stepped into the little shower cubby to rinse himself
off.
   Ethan and Trevor looked at each other.  Their eyes met for a moment, and
Trevor offered a gentle smile.  Ethan smiled bashfully back at him.
"Thanks..." He breathed.
   "No worries..." Trevor smiled.  "We're a lot alike, you and me..."


			    End of Chapter Two


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