Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 11:51:16 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ethan And The Ball Boy  Chapter Four

  * Thanks to the many readers of my "About A Boy" stories, for your
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and the feedback.  As always it's about the joys of being a boy.  And oh,
what a joy it is...

Readers Warning: 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 continue to enjoy the
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		Story Written and Posted By;    About A Boy


			  Ethan And The Ball Boy
			       Chapter Four


*Previous Chapter:          Ethan age 12  /   Trevor age 13  /  Ellis age 11


   He watched the routine several times, not believing his eyes.  He saw
the gleam in Ellis' eyes, and the determined smile on his young face as the
boy pushed for perfection.  He went through the routine numerous times,
getting helpful suggestions from the instructor all along the way.
   After an exhausting hour, he was finished, and he walked over to where
Ethan sat and smiled warmly at him.  "So...  What did you think then?" The
boy asked him innocently.
   "I don't know what to say." Ethan replied, and for some reason his eyes
welled up a bit.  "It was cush...  It was in-fucking-credible."  The dance
instructor flashed him a snooty look of distaste for his language, and then
left the room.
   Ellis grinned from ear to ear at the boyishly crude compliment.  And
when he looked into Ethan's eyes, he knew the other boy was genuinely
impressed.  "Thanks Ethan..." He smiled.  "That means a lot mate..."  And
he couldn't help but lean forward and hug Ethan tightly for a long moment.

   Ethan could feel the other boy's body heat radiating against him, and
also the soft little budgie that was pushing through his spandex singlet.
He closed his eyes for just a moment and he thought back to the little
poolside 'boner' display that morning, and the mysterious kiss from Trevor
last night...
   'Holy crap...' He thought to himself.  'These English boys really are
in-fucking-credible.'  Things were certainly taking some interesting turns,
and he couldn't help but feel excited about it....

                                    * * * * * * * *

   With his training session over for the day, eleven year old Ellis stood
in his damp training singlet, dripping sweat and just beginning to cool
down.  He had really worked himself hard during the hour long session, and
he stood now, sucking down a sport drink trying to replenish lost fluids.
   The boy slipped out of the shoulder straps of his singlet, peeling the
upper portion of the white spandex garment down low on his waist, leaving
his upper torso bare.  Ethan, the twelve year old American boy, sat on the
bench right near him and gazed up at the other boy's surprisingly sexy lean
body.
   God the little guy looked nice.  The boy had also slipped out of his
dance shoes as well, and he stood there wearing nothing but the nylon
singlet, pulled down so low on his hips that Ethan could see the first two
inches of the boy's butt crease.

   He watched intently as a drop of sweat slid down Ellis' skin near his
spine, only to disappear into that same fleshy crease.  Ethan shivered, and
then shook his head, a little surprised at himself.  Talk about sexual
awakening.  Up to this point he only knew that boners and rubbing one out
just felt really good.  But in the past few days he'd discovered how
sensuous and erotic little things like a drop of sweat, trickling down
moist skin could actually be.
   He glanced up at Ellis again and smiled as their eyes met.  "You really
are amazing at dancing you know." Ethan offered sincerely.
   "Thanks.  I've been doing it since I was about six years old.  It just
kinda' comes natural to me I guess."
   "Well, it was pretty cool no matter what." Ethan replied.  He couldn't
help but to look down again at Ellis' hips.  The singlet was peeled down
enticingly low in front as well; so low in fact that if the youngster would
have had any hair on the pale skin of his pubic mound, it would certainly
be on display now.

   Ethan swallowed, feeling excited as he looked at the slight rise of
creamy smooth skin showing just above the turned down white fabric.  And if
that wasn't enough, there was another rise just a few inches below that, as
Ellis' youthful package was bundled and bulging slightly just under the
nylon singlet.
   "Guess we should go." Ellis suggested, as he pulled a small towel from
his sports bag.  "Ashford is probably out front with the limo."  He wiped
the sweat from his face, and hung the towel loosely around his neck.  The
boys gathered up their things, and headed for the front door, where Ellis
waved in greeting to another young boy who was sitting just inside one of
the other studios near the entrance.

    Pushing the front door open, they stepped out, deciding to wait in the
car park for awhile until their ride showed up.  The boys stood outside for
several minutes, just chatting casually while they waited, and Ethan asked
a number of questions about some of the amazing things he'd seen Ellis do
during his dance routine.
   They sat on one of the railings which separated the building from the
parking area, with Ellis still wearing nothing but the singlet, which was
still pulled down low around his waist.  As they talked, they hadn't
noticed several teenage boys, who had been walking up the lane near the
building, and had now had turned to cut through the car park.


   "Look..." One of the older boys called out, as he spotted Ellis wearing
the spandex singlet.  "What `av we got here?" He snorted.  "Coupla' poofs,
looks like to me..." The other teen laughed and sneered at the boys.
   Ellis hadn't bothered to look back, but he whispered to Ethan just to
ignore the teens, and they continued to sit quietly with their backs to the
other boys.
   "Nice outfit..." One of the teens snickered from close behind them.
"Got it pulled down low so your boyfriend there can give you a blow job?"
Ethan started to get to his feet, but Ellis put his hand on his forearm,
stopping him.

   "Leave it." He whispered quietly, as he looked at Ethan.  "It doesn't
bother me."  Ethan glanced over at him, and then back at the two teens
standing behind them.
   "Just leave us alone." Ethan demanded firmly.  This only made the older
boys snicker, and come a little closer to them.
   "Sorry!  What was that, ya little twat..?" One of the teens challenged
smugly.
   "I said, leave us alone...  Asshole." Ethan replied defiantly.  The
teens looked at each other, perhaps a little surprised that the smaller boy
had said anything.  One of the teens reached out and tugged on the towel
around Ellis' shoulders.
   "Come on ya little fairy...  Give us a dance then..." The bully
chuckled.  Ethan stood up now and turned to face the two boys defiantly.
   "What the fuck..." He started.  "Why don't you guys just leave us alone,
and..."
   "Piss off you little runt..." The older teen interrupted, and he put a
hand to Ethan's chest and shoved the boy backwards.  Ethan stumbled a bit,
but didn't fall.  He started to step forward, not really knowing what he
was going to do, just as the two teens began to advance on him.

   "Now yer in for an arse whoopin..." The teen scowled.  But just as the
first one reached out for Ethan, suddenly both teens were quite literally
ripped off their feet and jerked forcefully backwards.  "What the bloody
hell..." he howled in surprise.
   Ashford, with a fistful of shirt and fair amount of skin, pulled the two
punks around to bump them abruptly up against the wall of the building.
His normally easy going demeanor was now angry, if not a bit startling.
   "So it's an arse whoopin yer lookin' for is it?!" Ashford glowered.
"Now supposing I be wantin' a piece of that?"
   "Hey get off..." One of the teens sniveled.  "We were just messin'
around."
   "Messin' around?" Ashford repeated harshly, giving both teens another
firm shake.  "So thats all it was, was it?  Well that's all I'm doing then
isn't it, just messin' around!"  Another firm shake of the two boys.  "Now
bugger off lads..." He intoned, as he released them gruffly with another
little shove.

   The teens wasted no time in scurrying off, throwing dirty looks back,
but nothing else.  "You aw'right?" Ashford asked, looking at Ethan and
Ellis.
   "Course..." Ethan smiled in relieved appreciation.  "Thanks Ashford."
   "S'awright Lad..." He smiled.  "I knew you was about to take `em both to
the woodshed.  I was just saving ya the trouble is all."  He grinned and
winked at Ethan.  The boy grinned warmly back at him.  Ashford was cool.
Really cool.

   The boys slid into the back seat of the limo, and Ashford told them he'd
take them out to grab some lunch, before heading back to the manor.  The
two of them sat quietly for a moment in the back, with Ellis looking
stoically out the side window.
   Ethan looked over at him, and he could see Ellis' reflection in the
glass of the sunlit window; and he could also see the lone tear that was
slowly slipping down his cheek.  Ethan's throat tightened compassionately,
and he moved his right hand, gently resting it on the younger boy's thigh.
   "You alright?" He asked quietly.  Ellis sat unmoving for a moment, and
then nodded slightly, but at the same time he raised his palm up to wipe
the wetness from his cheek.  "You said it didn't bother you." Ethan
remarked softly.  "But it does, doesn't it?"

   Ellis shrugged dismissively, still staring out the window.  Ethan sighed
slightly, feeling badly for his young friend, and then he slid a little
closer to the younger boy, and put a reassuring arm around his shoulders.
The younger boy glanced at him, and smiled timidly.
   "Sometimes...  Sometimes it makes me want to quit dancing." He confided
quietly.  Ethan turned sharply to regard him, and saw the sad expression on
his young face.
   "No way." Ethan said emphatically. "You love dancing; I could see it in
your face when you danced.  And you're like, awesome at it.  Don't let some
dick headed butt wads make you feel bad about doing it...  Geeze..."

   Ellis looked over at him thoughtfully.  "I really do love it." He
breathed.  "It makes me feel... I don't know, like, happy inside.  It just
moves me somehow..."  He looked over at Ethan, and studied him for a
moment.  "You... You stood up for me.  That was kinda' wicked..." He
smiled.
   Ethan smiled back.  "You'd have done the same for me." He replied.
"Besides, we're friends, and...  And I like you."  The boys looked at each
other for several seconds, and a little crooked smile appeared on Ellis'
young face.
   "I like you too Ethan."  His smile broadened, and innocently he reached
down with his left hand and laced his fingers with Ethan's.  He sat back
and closed his eyes, but the serious expression on his face had faded into
a more contented one.

   The car rolled on, and shortly Ashford stopped in at a pizza house not
far from the estate, and he went in to grab several pies for the boys to
take home.  Some twenty minutes later they wound their way up the long
cobbled drive and back into the Hetherington estate.
   The boys quickly went in and changed into their swimmers, then took the
pizzas out by the pool to eat, swim, and relax in the early afternoon sun.
They snacked and swam for awhile, playing uninhibitedly, the way boys that
age do.  After a time, Ashford came out to check on the boys, and tell them
that he was heading into the market for groceries, if they wanted to go.
The boys of course made the quick decision that they wanted to stay at the
manor, and Ashford took his leave.

   They continued to swim for another forty minutes or so, before deciding
to head upstairs and get changed.  When the boys scurried up to the third
floor Ellis turned off into his room, and Ethan continued on down the hall
toward his.  Once inside, he tossed the towel onto his bed for a moment,
and reaching down he fumbled to undue the knot which had gathered in the
drawstring of the now familiar sky blue Speedo.  Finally working the
strings loose, he peeled the wet material down over his hips and legs,
dropping them loosely to the floor.
   Ethan scooped up his towel again, and began drying the floppy parts
between his legs, but intuition caused him look up and glance toward the
door.  He was slightly surprised to see Ellis standing there, wrapped in
his own towel and leaning casually against the door jamb.
   It was muscle memory that caused him to instinctively move his towel and
hold it shyly over his boy parts, hiding them for a moment.  He smiled
awkwardly, and then remembering his decision to try and get past his silly
boyhood shyness; he pulled the towel back and continued drying himself off.

   Ellis smiled softly from the doorway, and walked boldly into the room to
sit on the edge of the bed near where the older boy was standing.  He
watched him for a moment, his eyes wandering over Ethan's youthful naked
frame.
   "I like the way your bell end looks." The youngster offered boldly.
   "My what?" Ethan questioned.  Ellis smiled and nodded down at the other
boys circumcised penis.
   "Your nob, you know...  I haven't really seen anyone who's been cut
before."  Ethan blushed a bit self consciously in spite of himself.
   "Uh, me too..." he mumbled.  "I mean, I've never really known anyone who
still has their skin thingy, like you and Trevor."  He smiled sheepishly,
still a little shy about talking so openly.

   Sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging over the side,
Ellis innocently pulled open his towel, and with the fingertips of both
hands, he took hold of his youthful boy sausage, and with no inhibition
whatsoever he began to examine himself.
   Ethan was astounded, and a little embarrassed by the boldness of what he
saw, yet he didn't look away.  He didn't want to.  A thrilling wave of
excitement pulsed inside him as he watched Ellis slide back the loose
jacket of his foreskin, exposing the ripening purple cherry beneath.  It
was awesome, and Ethan shuddered delightedly.
   Then, scarcely even aware of it, Ethan moved to sit on the bed alongside
his young friend, his eyes still locked on Ellis' now stiffening spike.
"That looks so cool..." he breathed, more to himself than to the other boy.

   Ellis glanced over at him with a little smile, and then looked quickly
back to his own boy bits.  He slipped his foreskin back over the end of his
nob, and then peeled it back again in a playful demonstration.
   Ethan forced himself to swallow, his eyes were wide with excitement and
his heart was beating almost joyfully in his chest.  Drawn almost
inexplicably toward it, as if hypnotized, Ethan leaned in more closely for
a better look at this fleshy little horn.  Ellis' young tool was fully
erect now, his foreskin stretched more tightly around his glans.  The
youngster peeled himself back again, and this time the stretched skin
almost locked into place behind his dick head, leaving the engorged cherry
shining invitingly.  Ethan swallowed hard again.  The flow of adrenalin was
making him feel euphoric, and then he heard Ellis giggle slightly.

   He glanced up at him, to see that Ellis was grinning, and his eyes were
looking down, not at his own stiff unit, but looking down between Ethan's
legs.  Ethan looked down as well and saw his own youthful penis was fully
engorged now, sticking up and bumping softly against his pubic mound with
each gentle pulse of his heart.
   His eyes opened wider in surprise, and once again his natural impulse
was to cover himself with the towel.  He started to move, but Ellis stayed
his hand.  "Yours looks wicked awesome..." the youngster said, and he
grinned warmly at Ethan.

   Ethan stared blankly back at him for a moment as the words sunk in, and
when they finally did; he smiled happily at his young friend.  "Is it...  I
mean, can I... Like, you know, touch your foreskin?" Ethan sputtered.  His
question was met with a warm smile from the boy still sitting by his side.
Ellis didn't answer, instead he actually took the initiative and reached
out first, and with is left hand he softly gripped Ethan's fully inflated
pickle.
   Ethan felt a charge go through his young body, like nothing he'd ever
felt before.  Someone else was touching his penis, for the first time in
his life.  It was electric, wildly strange and absolutely wonderful all at
the same time...
   He shuddered again, licked his dry lips, and slowly, deliberately, he
reached out his own hand as well.  With his fingers trembling slightly, he
paused an inch away, swallowed dryly once again, and then looked up briefly
at Ellis.  This was it, gently he touched the cherry tip and fleshy
foreskin of the younger boy's penis.  Instant excitement!  His own penis
jerked with a charged pulse, so intense that it made Ellis giggle again.

   The boys looked at each other, both of them feeling the thrill of wicked
naughtiness as they sat doing the unthinkable; holding another boy's rigid
member.  Their eyes shone brightly with the glint of curious wonder.
   Ethan felt his own stiff boy tube twitch several times more, seemingly
beyond his control, and still held warmly between Ellis' youthful fingers.
When he looked down, there was a distinct pearly wet droplet leaking from
the slit at its tip.
   This time it was Ellis' eyes that went wide as he watched the droplet
form, and curiosity took the best of him.  He moved his forefinger, sliding
his fingertip through the sticky thick wetness.  He looked up questioningly
at Ethan.
   "It's like, semen." Ethan told him.  "They called it precum in my sex
education class at school."  Ellis looked back down at it, and then rubbed
it inquisitively between his thumb and finger.
   "Cush..." He breathed, barely above a whisper, and he smiled at Ethan.
Ethan looked back at his young friend.  The eleven year old was adorably
sweet, and his soft features made him look girlishly cute.  Ethan smiled
nervously, and then he looked down at the other boy's stiff thee inch tube,
which he was still holding onto.

   He squeezed it tenderly, and then moved his fingers forward, sliding
Ellis' foreskin back over the tip.  It felt wonderfully firm, yet warm and
squishy at the same time.  He pinched it playfully, and pumped the skin up
and back several times, wonderment in his eyes.  His insides were starting
to tingle as he played with it.
   "Have you ever jerked off?" Ethan asked, suddenly feeling curious.
   "Well, ya..." Ellis answered, his tone of voice more like `well duh...'
He grinned coyly.  "What about you?  You're older than me, so I know you're
a wanker."  Ethan grinned at the expression.
   "Ya, course I do too..." He replied openly.
   "Do you like, squirt stuff yet?" Ellis queried, as he glanced down to
see another droplet leaking from Ethan's slit.
   "Uh huh...  I started about four months ago." He said, almost proudly.
"What about you?"
   "No, not yet.  I do get some wet stuff on my bell end though...  Trevor
said I'm probly' a few months away yet."  The comment caught Ethan's
attention.

   "So..." Ethan said, glancing at him.  "Do you and Trevor, you know, do
this kind of stuff together?" Ethan asked, eagerly anticipating the answer.
Ellis looked at him, as if considering.
   "Sometimes..." He said shyly.  "Don't say anything though."  Ethan shook
his head, and pretended to `lock his lips' with an invisible key.  Ellis
smiled knowingly at the gesture.  "Trevor showed me how to wank and
stuff..." He added.

   And stuff? Ethan thought.  Wonder what `and stuff' means?  Ellis
squeezed his dick again just then, and Ethan was so stimulated that he had
to tense up to stop himself from going over the edge, as he felt his
insides start to tingle wildly.  The boys sat silently for a moment,
contemplating.
   "So... Maybe, if you want, we could have a wank strait away?" Ellis
suggested hesitantly, and he looked tentatively at Ethan, his eyebrows rose
awaiting an answer.
   "We could do that, I guess..." Ethan replied nervously.  The other boy
smiled at him, and then scooted off the bed and hurried across the room to
close and lock the bedroom door.  He almost ran back to the bed in his
excitement, and hopping up onto it he moved over and sat, leaning his back
against the stout headboard.
   Ethan pulled himself up to sit alongside the other boy, and they sat
there closely together, their silky smooth legs touching warmly; adding to
the naughty excitement they were experiencing.  Both boys sat timidly
glancing back and forth, perhaps feeling a bit shy now all of a sudden.

   They looked up into each others eyes, and Ethan smiled awkwardly for a
moment.  He'd never done anything like this.  Even at home with his
friends.  There was always boyish sex talk, and posturing with his buddies,
and he'd even played a brief game of `show me' once, but never, ever
anything like this.
   Ethan glanced down at the other boy's stiff member again, and then back
up into his green eyes.  Ellis did the same, his eyes drifting back and
forth as he watched in excited anticipation.  He had more experience at
this kind of thing, having jerked off with Trevor several times in the
past.  With his eyes fixed firmly now on the twelve year olds erection, he
finally took hold of his own stiffy and began to massage it.

    Ethan needed nothing more to get him started, and reaching for his own
young boner, he took it in the fingertips of his left hand and started
stroking himself.  His eyes keeping a steady gaze on the other boy's rigid
tube, mesmerized by the site of his fleshy foreskin, slipping rapidly up
and down over the purplish, moist looking cherry.
   His own fingers began to pump vigorously with the visual stimulation he
was receiving.  Ellis was much the same.  His eyes flitted back and forth
from his own, to Ethan's plump tool, which already had another drop of
sticky syrup leaking from his pee slit.  The youngster's mouth was open
slightly, and the tip of his tongue wiggled sensuously in and out at the
corner of it between his lips.

   Ethan moaned softly with pleasure, and the younger boy looked up to see
Ethan had closed his eyes for a moment, with his head lolled back against
the headboard and a look of pure rapture on his face.
   Both boys were quite conscious of the warm physical contact as their
legs bumped and rubbed sensually together.  Their bare feet were
deliberately rubbing softly against one another, and this skin on skin
contact felt erotic beyond belief.  Ethan moaned again, and Ellis seemed to
squeak in response with his higher prepubescent voice.

   "Oh geeze, ohhh..." Ellis began to squirm and sigh, his tight little bum
wiggling on the bedcover, his hip rubbing against Ethan's.  The boy's
strong dancer's legs began to flex and twitch.  Ethan watched him almost
unblinking, his gaze held as if by some magic spell, and his own insides
began to churn with unbridled excitement.
   Without thinking, yet drawn by instinct, Ethan's right hand drifted over
and settled warmly on the inside of Ellis' thigh.  He rubbed the soft,
smooth and hairless skin, and both boys began to moan in sensuous
harmony...  "Ohhhhh, ohh..." Ellis chirped, and his face twisted with
untold pleasure.  His eyes squeezed shut, his mouth sagged slightly open...

   As Ethan watched, he felt the younger boy's thigh tighten suddenly
beneath his palm.  The youngster's loose sac of testicular marbles drew up
tightly, and with one last long squeal, he burst into an intense dry
orgasm.  Ethan saw the purplish cherry bloat, as it strained to expel its
invisible payload.  But not totally invisible, was it.  Two clear, watery
drops rolled forcefully from Ellis' reddened slit...

   Ethan moaned loudly as he watched the little dribble of immature boy
juice, by far the most erotic sight he'd ever seen.  The boiling pressure
was building within his own loins, and he grunted primordially.  The top of
his bare foot strained against the soft naked soul other boy's foot as his
legs twitched.
   He was there...  The overload of visual stimulation strangled his
resistance, and his young body launched into its own orgasm.  Ethan
ejaculated forcefully, sending the first volley of boy seed high into the
air, and then again, and again... Gooey spurts that spattered haphazardly
with no regard for location.

   Ellis had recovered just enough to open his eyes, and watch wide eyed as
Ethan's sticky fluid had taken flight and then rained down indiscriminately
on them both.  "Bloody flippen hell..." he breathed excitedly.  "That was
so flippin cush..."  He panted, as he looked at Ethan's turgid, dripping
boy appendage, and compelled without thought, he suddenly rolled his hips
to the left, and slightly on top of Ethan's thigh, as he rubbed the tip of
his own exposed glans onto Ethan's sticky bell end.
   Ethan jerked his still sensitive glans away, but only for a second; and
then the two boys, caught up in the raw intensity and excitement of the
moment, began to rub their moist dickheads softly together, as if allowing
them a tender kiss.  Lubricated with sticky boy seed, it felt awesome, and
unlike any thing Ethan had ever experienced before.  Today was clearly a
day of firsts...

   After several long seconds Ellis rolled back alongside his friend.  They
looked at each other timidly, almost embarrassed now at what they'd just
done; they both covered themselves with their towels.  Ethan smiled though,
as he looked at the soft youthful features of the other boy.  Impulsively
he leaned over and softly kissed Ellis on his cheek.
   The younger boy seemed to blush slightly, but then a timid smile crossed
his face, and he quickly leaned back across and returned the gentle kiss to
Ethan's cheek.  He drew back an inch or two, and their faces lingered
awkwardly close for a moment.
   "Cush..." They both said at same time, and then they giggled happily,
both having enjoyed the whole, wild experience.  Ellis closed his eyes and
sighed contentedly.  "I'm knackered." He said as he lie there resting, with
the damp towel laid loosely over his middle.

   "Think I need a shower." Ethan commented, as he glanced down at his
stomach, and used his palm to wipe multiple wet spots from himself.  He
scooted off over the side of the bed and stood, wrapping his towel around
his middle.  He smiled as he looked back at Ellis, who seemed to be
snoozing quietly there on the bed.
   His eyes wandered the length of the youngster's smooth body, and he
smiled again as he thought about the things that had happened today.  When
his thoughts came to the part about masturbating with the other boy he
shivered with some delight.  And then, almost at once he began thinking
about Trevor.

   Jerking off with the younger boy had been unexpected, unplanned, and
fun.  But long before any of that had happened, he had fantasized about
Trevor.  He felt a different kind of connection to the older boy somehow.
He was drawn to him.  Trev was a year older than he was, and his body, even
though still very boylike, was more mature.  There was an adolescent
musculature starting to form, that was both lean, and strong.
   There was nothing wrong with Ellis' sweet little figure.  He was thin
and cute, and his innocent nature was so loveable.  But Trevor...  Trevor
was in that pubescent groove.  His body was boyishly young, but starting to
define itself.  His smile was infectious, his eyes were absorbing, and his
boy parts...  Oh shit, just thinking about those boy parts made Ethan's
young nuggets start to tingle with innate pleasure.

   Ethan shook his head, and gave himself a gentle squeeze through his
towel.  He glanced again at sweet Ellis dozing there on the bed as another
brief smile spread his lips, and feeling surprisingly happy, he headed out
of his room and down the hall to the bath for a quick, quenching shower.


    Half an hour later Ethan had showered, and changed into a pair of
Dockers khaki shorts and a crisp white polo shirt.  He went sockless, but
slipped on a pair of Nike flips.  Ellis was still snoozing on his bed, but
rather than wake him, Ethan decided to let him sleep, and he went
downstairs.
   Ashford had returned from the market by then, and Ethan found him in the
large kitchen area, putting groceries away.  He wandered into the kitchen,
and hopped up to sit on the butcher block.
   "Hi Ashford.  Need any help?" Ethan offered.
   "Don't bother yourself lad, I've got it `andled.  Thanks for askin'
though." He smiled, and continued stocking the pantry.
   "Ashford, can I ask you something?" The boy questioned, and Ashford
looked at him
   "Go on then, what's on your mind son." The houseman replied curiously.

    "Well...  Those kids who were being mean to Ellis this morning.  Does
that happen very often?" He asked.  Ashford stopped to look over at him,
shrugging slightly.
   "Not regular like...  But often enough I'm afraid." He sighed and shook
his head.  Ethan did the same.
   "Why?  I mean, everyone has their own thing right?  Ellis likes to
dance; he shouldn't be picked on because of it.  It's not fair." Ethan
proclaimed.  Ashford looked at him again, and smiled sadly.
   "Quite right lad...  Some people aren't very open minded though, are
they?!  Those hooligans think its sissy, a boy dancin' the bally.
   "But it's not!" Ethan defended.  "It's like totally athletic.  Those
dipshits couldn't do half of what Ellis can do." He stated boldly.

   Ashford glanced at him with a little smirk.  "Dipshits are they?" He
repeated, amused by the expression.  "I suppose yer right about that.  I'd
like to take the ruddy little blighters out and give `em a boot strait up
the arse." He said, as he reached up to put some other things away in the
pantry.  Ethan smiled slightly, at the thought of Ashford teaching the
miscreant teenagers a lesson.
   "You're pretty cush Ashford." Ethan expressed with a grin as he hopped
down off the butcher block.  The houseman looked over at him with a bemused
smirk.
   "Am I?  Well, you're pretty `cool' yourself." He returned, using one of
Ethan's favorite idioms.  They both smiled, and Ethan headed back through
the pantry toward the back gardens and the tennis courts.

   He stepped outside, and turned his face up toward the sun, letting the
warmth spread over him.  Taking in a deep breath; the scent of the great
outdoors and a dozen different floral species filled his lungs, causing a
soft smile to spread his lips.
   It said a lot about Ethan, that even at twelve years old he was aware,
and able to even appreciate such things.  Finally opening his eyes, he
strolled over the expansive lawn and angled toward the tennis courts.  He
stood there looking at them for a moment, and all at once he started
thinking about Trevor, the cute young Brit who seemed to have captivated
him.
   Ethan smiled longingly, and then he stepped casually onto the court
where he had noticed the low rebound wall at one end, and several tennis
racquets hanging in a small open locker near one of the benches.

   Walking over to them, Ethan selected one of the racquets, and grabbed up
a few balls from the wicker basket.  He bounced one of the balls several
times on the racquet, and then moved toward the rebound wall.  Standing
about ten yards in front of it, he began knocking a ball against it.
   Though he hadn't played a lot of tennis, he was no stranger to the game
either.  He'd played with his dad, and with a couple of his friends a
number of times.  It took him a few minutes, but he was getting warmed up,
as he scrambled around keeping up a constant volley against the green wall.
   He tried some hard serves against it as well, and started to laugh when
one of the rebounds came firmly off the wall and smacked hard into his
upper inside thigh, missing his nuts by about an inch.  He heard a little
giggle coming from behind him.

   "Whoa...  You nearly got knobbed on that one mate." Trevor chuckled as
he walked up to him from off the court.  Ethan turned and smiled
sheepishly, while blushing slightly.
   "Oh hey Trev...  Ya, that one kinda' got away from me." He snickered.
"So when did you guys get back?"
   "Coupla' minutes ago." Trev answered.
   "How did it go at the tournament today?" Ethan asked.
   "It was all good, nothing really big happened today.  Nobody beaned me
with their racquet anyway." He grinned.  "Wish you coulda' been there
though."  Trevor replied sincerely.  The comment surprised Ethan a little,
knowing that Trevor had actually been thinking about him.

   "Come on, let's see a few more of your serves then." Trevor suggested.
   "I'll try." Ethan responded.  He turned back toward the rebound wall and
set himself.  Tossing up a ball, he hit an overhand volley at the green
boards as Trevor looked on.
   "Not bad, not bad..." Trevor offered.  "Make your toss a little higher
so you can open your arm more and get more power."  Ethan nodded and tossed
up another ball.  He caught it though, not satisfied with the toss.
Throwing it up again, he hit another service volley into the wall.
   Trevor nodded, and he walked up close behind Ethan.  "Extend your arm a
little more."  He suggested, as he put his hand on top of Ethan's, and
guided his arm up to nearly full extension.  "Toss the ball a little higher
and kinda' reach for it.  It'll give you a better stroke, and more power."
Their bodies were close, as Trev had nestled up to him, and guided him
through the entire swing.
   Ethan could feel the other boy's warmth pressed up quite closely to his
back.  It was such an awesome feeling.  He wanted to linger there a moment,
with Trevor's hand covering his own, feeling the older boy's soft breath as
it strayed over his cheek.

   But Ethan wasn't the only one who wanted to linger...  Trevor of course
had initiated the contact, and it wasn't just for the tennis instruction.
As he stood closely to Ethan, walking him through the dynamics of the
swing, he was also distinctly aware of the physical contact.  Discreetly he
breathed in and enjoyed the fresh scent of Ethan's soft blond hair.  He
closed his eyes blissfully for several seconds, and drawn in by the moment
he inadvertently, or perhaps intentionally, moved his hips a bit closer to
the other boy, leaving his own youthful boy parts pressed lightly against
Ethan's bum.
   Was it his imagination, or did Ethan press back into him a little?  Both
boys seemed caught in their own blissful thoughts as they stood this way
for several seconds.  Finally realizing that they were standing out in the
open, Ethan began to feel a bit self conscious, and blushing slightly, he
moved forward somewhat regretfully to disengage the contact.

   "So uh... Like this then?" he spoke out a little self consciously, as he
tossed the tennis ball up overhead, and pretended to swing through with the
racquet.  Then he turned to face Trevor.
   "Ya." Trevor smiled warmly.  "Ya, pretty much just like that mate." His
green eyes seemed to shimmer as he looked intently at Ethan, noticing the
definite bulge in the younger boy's khaki shorts.
   Ethan peered back at him, and as their eyes met, a silent and wordless
conversation seemed to go on between them.  Each boy's eyes seemed to
convey their own personal thoughts; their very fantasies.

   "Want to go for a swim then?  Maybe even go down and sit in the steam
room after?"  Trevor suggested blithely, but his eyes said so much more.
Ethan swallowed, his mouth had gone dry again.  Was there secret meaning to
Trev's words?  Other intentions beyond simply having a swim and a bit of
steam.
   Ethan felt his heart race; what if he was wrong?  There had been so much
innuendo the last few days.  Double meanings, or perhaps just wishful
thinking on Ethan's part.  He was so enamored with the older boy.  He
easily could be reading into it, all the suggestive talk, and the playful
physical contact.  But god he wanted this to be so badly.
   The lustful urges of pubescence was tickling his insides.  Like an
invisible alter ego standing behind him, shoving him forward and into the
here to for unknown experiences of his sexuality.

   "Come on then..." He heard Trevor say, as the older boy put a hand on
his shoulder and ushered him forward toward the house.  His insides tingled
with the contact of Trev's hand.  It was a ride he desperately wanted to be
on, but like the giant amusement park roller coasters, there was a
subversive fear that seemed to hold him back.
   The two boys headed into the mansion and scurried up the curved
staircase to the third floor and their bedrooms.  "Hurry along then..."
Trevor said, as he turned off into his own room.  Ethan crossed the hall
and went into his bedroom as well.
   He walked over near the bed, and his fingers fumbled with the single
button on his polo shirt, finally just pulling it off over his head.  His
fingers trembled with wild anticipation as he took off his khaki shorts,
and he tried to visualize Trevor, getting naked as he changed into his
bathing suit.

   Ethan picked up the still damp Speedo that he had worn earlier that day,
and he stepped into the leg openings, then pulled it up his smooth lean
legs.  He looked down to see he had a full blown erection now, his four
inch boy tube standing firmly at a slight angle just an inch off his nearly
bare pubic mound.
   God, he could feel it throb as he pulled the blue Speedo up over it and
tied the drawstring.  It was so obvious, this lump of boy flesh pushing out
against the thin fabric in front.  He reached down and squeezed it rather
hard, hoping to make it go away.  But his young penis only scoffed at him,
as it throbbed all the more in anticipation.  "Shit..."  Ethan breathed to
himself.  At this rate, he'd likely spread his seed inside the swim suit
the moment he saw Trevor.

   Ethan gathered himself as best he could for a moment, and then there was
a knock at his door.  He quickly grabbed up a towel and held it in front of
himself, just as the door swung open and Trevor leaned his head in.
   "Ready?"  The boy asked with a friendly smile.  Ethan could only nod,
and with the towel held carefully in position, he followed Trevor out into
the hall and down the staircase.
   Shit the older boy looked awesome from behind.  The tight bathing suit
he wore snugged against his bum, leaving a distinct crease down the middle,
clearly defining each hemisphere that flexed with every step he took.
Ethan shuddered as he looked at it, and then forced himself to look away.

  Finally they had gone out back and up the travertine steps to the pool
area.  Trevor tossed his towel on one of the chairs, and with a brilliant
smile, he dove into the cool of the aqua marine pool.
   Ethan seizing the chance, tossed his towel down and quickly dove in
after him, his erection now safely concealed under water.  The boys
surfaced just a few feet apart, and Trevor shook his head briskly to throw
the water off.  He looked 'bloody awesome' Ethan thought.
   Trev's wet, highlighted hair was rinsed back, and lay like a cap tightly
against his head.  His youthful face dripped crystal clear pool water as he
grinned wickedly, leaving his boyishly cute green eyes alight and almost
seeming to sparkle.

   The boys were treading water, staying afloat only a foot and a half
apart.  "Come to the bottom with me." Trevor suggested.  Ethan nodded back
at him, and the two boys took in deep breaths.  Trev reached forward and
lightly put his hands on Ethan's upper arms, and Ethan did the same.
   Holding onto one another's arms, they sunk down below the surface of the
pool, descending slowly to the bottom.  Their bare feet touched softly as
they hung weightlessly there for several seconds.  In the clear water,
Ethan could see Trevor smile at him, and he happily smiled back.
   Then, Trevor seemed to be getting closer to him, until all at once they
were face to face, within inches of each other.  There was a distinct
hesitation for a moment, and then just like that Trev closed the gap, and
pressed his slightly open lips around Ethan's.

   Ethan's eyes went wide for a second, and then closed as he allowed
himself to give in, and he engaged in this sensual and long awaited
contact.  Time stood still again, as the excited, stimulating kiss lingered
on under the surface.  And then, to his great surprise, Ethan suddenly felt
Trevor's hand grasp and squeeze his stiffened boy tube.
   His body churned instantly.  Already highly aroused, his penis let go
and flooded the pool with several hot pulses of his young boy seed.  Trevor
could feel the warmth as it dissipated from Ethan's swim suit, and he
opened his eyes in pleasant surprise.

   They rose to the surface now, with Ethan feeling a bit light headed.
Either because his oxygen was running out from holding his breath, or
because of his sudden and insane seminal discharge under water.  Either
way, Ethan's sexual growth 'spurt', had just taken him to the next level.



			    End of Chapter Four



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