Ethan And The Ball Boy
Chapter 03
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
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* Excerpt From Previous Chapter:
"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 must have been 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. "I'm guessing we're a lot alike, you and me..." And he smiled curiously at the American boy... *
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After each boy had rinsed off in the shower stall, Ethan doing so with his back to the other boys, still deeply shy regarding his nudity; the three youngsters climbed back up the stairs from the cellar, with white cotton towels still wrapped around their waists.
The adults still hadn't returned home from their evening out, of having after dinner drinks at the club; so the three barefoot boys padded softly through the kitchen, Ethan clinging tightly to the towel with one hand, and clutching his clothes in the other.
Trevor stopped, and reaching up toward one of the cabinets in the pantry, he grabbed up two entire bags of cookie crisps and smiled at the other two boys. "What? We need some snacks, right?!" He grinned.
Ethan and Ellis exchanged amused looks, and they smiled back at Trevor. They continued on through the hall toward the grand entry, and hurried up the staircase toward their bedrooms on the third floor.
"Come on lads, we'll go into Ethan's room." Trevor decided. The boys went down the hall and popped into the room on the right, closing the door behind them. Ethan set his clothes down on the stool at the foot of the bed, and looked around a bit awkwardly; as the three of them were still wrapped only in their soft damp towels.
"Shouldn't we like, change first, or something?" Ethan suggested somewhat shyly. Ellis only shrugged, and Trevor simply smiled at him.
"Why bother mate? It's just us. Don't be so bloody shy will ya..."
"Yeah but..." Ethan started to protest. "But what if the parents come back or something?"
"Na, don't worry about it. No one comes up here anyways. Besides, it's not like we're doing anything wrong." Trevor replied, as he glanced down at the towel still wrapped around Ethan's waist. His green eyes sparkled and a playfully mischievous smile crossed his lips.
Trevor hopped up on the king size bed and sat, crossing his bare legs Indian style, as he began to tear open one of the bags of cookies. The younger boy, Ellis, had crawled up on the bed as well, casually sprawling himself out and getting comfortable.
Ethan stood for a moment still rather uncomfortable however, with only the cotton towel around him, hiding his nakedness. It seemed naughty somehow, what they were doing, and he was feeling a bit self conscious about being almost naked, and just hanging out like this; but the other boys seemed totally indifferent about it.
Quietly he climbed up onto the bed and sat with his back against the stout headboard; one leg outstretched, and the other bent slightly underneath him. He rested one hand in his lap, making sure that the towel closely guarded his privates.
With the cookie bag now open and being passed around freely, the boys began to chat a bit. Ethan kept glancing at the other boys, intrigued and oddly drawn to their near nudity; and he noticed how totally unconcerned and casually relaxed they were with only the thin white towels around their middles. And honestly, in a matter of minutes even he began to relax a little.
The boys talked about all kinds of typical boy stuff; from the latest video games, to sports, and school. What kinds of movies they liked, what music they were into, and of course some of the differences between life in the U.S., and life here in Great Britain. They talked and laughed, and as time passed, Ethan began to feel quite comfortable being around the other boys like this.
At one point Ellis rolled onto his side as he reached for another cookie, causing his towel to fall open, leaving his youthful genitals accidentally on the outs for everyone to see. Ethan noticed at once, and his eyes widened with quiet excitement, though he tried desperately to be discreet about it.
"So Ellis, uh... You really are into dancing then?" Ethan asked, somewhat flustered as he tried not to glance at the eleven-year-old's two and a half inch sagging boy sprout.
"Yup..." The boy replied in his soft pre pubescent voice.
"Well what kind of dancing do you do anyway?" Ethan continued, his eyes now shifting between the other boy's face and his exposed and loosely dangling boy bits.
"All kinds really." Ellis answered, perking up a bit at this turn in the conversation. "Modern, hip hop, some tap of course, and the bally..."
"The bally? Ethan looked questioningly at him. "Oh, the Ballet you mean..?"
"Sure, that's what I said isn't it!" Ellis replied. "The bally..." and then he smiled softly at the American boy.
Trevor had also noticed the wide open gap in his young cousin’s towel; and with a sly grin he reached out one bare foot, prodding his toe into the younger boy's loose sac. "Oye..." he laughed, as he wiggled his toes against the other boy’s testies.
Ellis giggled, and reached down to momentarily trap Trev's foot. He squirmed a bit, then rolled to his left and leaped up trying to spring on top of his older cousin. The boys giggled as they scuffled about, and Ellis's already loose towel fell away from his waist and down onto the bed.
Ethan's eyes went wide again as he stared at the naked and exposed buttocks of the younger boy, wiggling freely barely two feet away from his face. Ellis was on his knees now, straddled atop of, and struggling to hold his older cousin's arms down.
There was excitement quickly building in Ethan's breathing as he watched. He could clearly see the younger boy's little pink grommet wiggling from side to side, and his young ball sac, swaying below his half spread butt cheeks, as he struggled with his cousin. "Help me..." Ellis beckoned, looking back at Ethan with a raucous giggle.
"What..?" Ethan was frozen with excitement for a moment; and then snapping out of his daze, he instinctively became a boy again, and he sprang forward without thinking, to help Ellis try and pin Trevor playfully to the plush mattress.
The boys were all laughing now as they grappled for position. Ethan sprawled on top of the other boys, adding his weight to the pile; and then he grabbed at Trevor’s left wrist, trying to pin his arm down near his side. At the same time he could feel the heat of Ellis’ smaller naked body which was squirming around underneath him.
He was instantly aware of the pleasant skin to skin contact between them, as Ethan’s bare chest was pressing down firmly onto the other youngster’s naked back. He shifted his body around, and straddled his bare legs over the top of Ellis’ legs, trying to get better leverage.
Still mostly covered by his towel, Ethan could feel his groin pressing into the spongy crease of the younger boy’s bum, and suddenly he could feel those familiar tingles start to churn playfully within him again. If his towel had fallen away, Ethan's boy parts would be firmly entrenched in the younger boys crack.
He was both thrilled, and feeling a bit awkward at the physical alignment of their body parts. Never the less, he closed his eyes for a moment, and simply enjoyed the constant wriggling of the younger boy's bum against his towel covered business. It felt more than a little erotic to him.
Trevor took the opportunity of Ethan's lapse in concentration, and twisted his body suddenly trying to escape; throwing his leg up and wrapping it, wrestling style around the other two boy’s legs. In the process, his towel spread, and rode high up his thigh, exposing most of his youthful bits as well.
Ethan tried to spin around at the same time, and he inadvertently reached his arm between the older boy’s legs while trying to secure a hold on him. His arm rubbed innocently along Trevor's soft junk as he wrapped up the older boys thigh, and when he turned his head, he was looking down to find he was staring directly at Trev's fully exposed, and beautiful adolescent package.
His eyes flew open wide at the tempting visage before him. Trevor's three and a half inch soft penis lay loosely against his own thigh, and the smooth rounds of his testicles rested there in their silken, hairless purse of soft smooth skin.
The moment seemed to slow time. Ethan felt as if he couldn't breathe, as he stared at the other boy's genitals mere inches away. They were beautiful. Trevor's hairless sac looked so incredibly smooth; the soft pliant skin molded gently around his near walnut sized testicles, and the gathering of skin that bunched loosely above his glans was both unique and certainly unusual.
Ethan had never seen any ones cock this close up before, and certainly never an uncircumcised one, and he was mesmerized by it now; intoxicated. He could see soft blue veins spider webbing along the thin foreskin, and one larger vein that sensually traced the underside of Trevor's youthfully boyish shaft.
With time still magically slowed, Ethan’s eyes flicked up to the moist looking opening near the tip, and he shivered delightedly at the sight of it. God Trevor's boy bits were hauntingly awesome... Ethan's breathing was elevated once again, and each breath brought him a mild, pleasantly clean boy smell that seemed to emanate delightfully from Trev's groin area.
His eyes shifted again, to examine the very sparse smattering of soft pubic hairs just around the base of Trevor's smooth pale pubic mound, and Ethan shivered again in excited delight. He closed his eyes for a moment, and swallowed with some difficulty, as he boldly leaned in even closer to breath in the exotic aroma. The naughty feelings were tingling and churning within him... And then, quite suddenly he felt something grip him, and he squeaked out loud in boyish surprise.
Someone had taken a handhold on his dick. It was Trevor, who was still trying to scramble free of the other two boys. He had playfully grabbed a handful of Ethan's young package.
"Ohh...." Ethan chirped again, surprised, if not a little shocked. "Hey... Hey stop it..." He demanded forcefully, as he rolled his body away from the pile. His own towel now came untucked from around him, and it dropped away from his waist.
He quickly grabbed for it, but the towel was partially under the weight of Ellis' right leg now, and it slipped out of his hand once again. He could hear first one, and then the other boy giggle a bit... "Well then..." Ellis quipped cheerfully, "Someone's got a bit of a stiff pickle don't they..."
Ethan looked down and his eyes flew open wide in shock. He was about three quarters erect at this point, and instantly he blushed a deep crimson, as his hands quickly sought to cover himself.
"Oh shit..." He sighed, a slight quiver in his young voice. His head dipped, fully embarrassed now as he cupped both hands over his crotch and quickly turned away from the other boys. Trevor and Ellis only glanced at each other for a moment.
"Oh come on mate; relax a bit will ya..." Trevor offered quietly as he handed Ethan his towel. "It's not like we haven't all seen one before, is it."
"You haven't seen mine before..." Ethan spoke a bit indignantly, as he snatched the towel away, and still embarrassed, he draped it over his mid section. He stood slightly, wrapping it around underneath him to cover up his butt as well.
The other boys looked at each other again. Ellis shrugged, not really understanding what the big deal was. Trevor just shook his head a bit sadly. He understood, and felt sorry that Ethan was so uncomfortable about such things.
“Ellis, why don’t we leave Ethan alone! It’s prob’ly near time for bed anyway.” And with that said, Trevor got off the bed rewrapping his own towel around himself again, and he ushered Ellis toward the door. The younger boy turned and looked back at Ethan.
“It’s ok…” The youngster remarked softly. “I thought you looked Cush.” He smiled timidly, and with a slight wave of his hand he headed out the door.
Trevor was looking back as well, and he saw Ethan looking down rather dejectedly at the floor. He felt bad for him, and walking back into the room he sat down alongside Ethan on the edge of the bed. The boys sat there quietly for a moment, with Ethan upset, and on the verge of tears. Trevor finally put his arm reassuringly around the other boy’s bare shoulders.
“I’m sorry…” Ethan muttered suddenly, in a soft voice.
“Huh? Why are you sorry mate?”
“Because we were having fun, and… And I messed it up.” Ethan replied.
“No mate, don’t worry about it. You’re just shy that’s all. You’ll get over it eventually.” Trevor tried to assure him.
“No… It’s not that.” Ethan said. “I mean yeah, I am kinda’ shy I guess. But that’s not it. I mean, I was getting a… You know.” He glanced at his lap, and then hopelessly back at Trev.
“Yeah. You were getting a hard on.” Trevor smiled. “So what! I get em all the time. So does Ellis. So does every other boy on the planet for that matter. Nothing to worry about mate… Trust me, it's aw'right...”
Ethan glanced timidly over at him. “Yeah but… You guys saw it… And you both laughed, and Ellis even said I looked ‘Cush,’ whatever that means.” Trevor looked at him again with a soft smile.
“Ethan, we weren’t laughing at you… It was the situation we were laughing at, ‘cause we’ve all been there. Friends tease one another a bit, you know that. It’s just what boys do. And just so you know, Cush is an old English expression, and it means like, good, or even ‘excellent.’
Ethan looked at Trevor with mild apprehension. “Really? He thought that I… I looked, excellent?”
“Sure, why wouldn’t he?” Trevor responded. “And just so you know, I thought you looked pretty ‘Cush’ as well.” He smiled broadly, and his green eyes sparkled.
Ethan blushed a little as he sat there contemplating what had been said. He looked up into the soft features of the incredible looking boy sitting beside him; and he knew somehow that he was attracted to him in ways he hadn't thought about before.
“You aren’t mad at me then?” Ethan asked hopefully.
“What? Why would I be mad?” Trevor questioned, not quite understanding.
“You know, after what happened in the steam room and all. And then I started to bone up just wrestling with you guys. Do you… Do you think I’m a… What was it you called it, a Poof?” Ethan asked quietly.
Trevor almost choked on his laugh as he put his arm around Ethan’s bare shoulders again, drawing him close till their sides were touching warmly. “And what if you are?” Trevor said. “It’s not such a bad thing is it?” And with that he leaned in slightly and kissed Ethan softly on his cheek.
Ethan’s eyes went wide in surprise, and he snapped a look at the other boy. Trevor stood up then, and looking back at him, a warm grin spread his lips. “G-night.” He offered, as he turned and headed for the door. “I gotta’ get some sleep. I need to get up early again for ballboy duties at the tournament tomorrow.”
The American boy’s eyes followed him to the door. “You… You kissed me!” Ethan stated, almost a bit bewildered. Trevor looked at him again and smiled.
“Yeah… So what did you think of it?” Trevor asked, still smiling.
“I thought…" He paused for a moment considering. "I thought it was Cush.” Ethan replied honestly, with a timidly shy smile of his own.
With a big grin on his face Trevor left the room, closing the door gently behind him. Ethan continued to sit on the edge of the bed, his mind racing as he thought about everything that had just happened. Trevor had just kissed him on the cheek. And the thing is, he realized with certainty; he rather liked it.
He began to think back about everything else that had happened since he had gotten here. All these strange new feelings he was having; like being drawn to another boy in a physical way. He was confused about it, this had never happened before; but there was no mistaking his feelings regarding the older boy. They were sexual in nature, apparently going far beyond the curious wonders of adolescent change.
Ethan finally got up and moved around to the side of the bed, pulling back the bed coverings. He pulled the towel from around his lean waist with a little smile, and slipped naked in between the soft cooling sheets. He moved his arms up, linking his fingers underneath his head, and he stared quietly up at the ceiling deep in thought.
What was this devilry? Was this the custodial right of passage, with puberty vying for control of his genitals? Which side would the coin toss land upon; was he destined to like boys, or would normalcy win out? Was puberty simply toying with his sexuality, his very sexual identity? Or was this choice one that he was making? Ah, but puberty owned the gamed didn't it... It had already been decided which side of the street Ethan would play... He was feeling a little disorientated now, yet, at the same time, it felt like something good.
Several minutes passed, and suddenly there was a soft knock at his door, and he raised his head curiously. “Come in.” Ethan called out. The panel swung open, and Ethan’s father smiled at him as he stepped into the room.
“Just came up to say goodnight son.” His father said.
“Night dad.” Ethan responded, as his dad crossed the room to sit on the edge of the bed.
“So listen son… Plans for tomorrow. Mr. and Mrs. Hetherington and I will be going into London with Trevor to watch him do his chores at the tournament. They only have one other Premier Club Pass, so it's your choice. You can come in with us, or…” He paused.
“Or what?” Ethan prodded.
“Or you could go with Ellis to his dance instruction tomorrow. He's preparing for a competition, or recital of some sort, and the boy asked specifically if you could go with him.”
"Really? He wanted me to go? When did he ask that?" Ethan wondered aloud.
"He came down just a few minutes ago son. He seems to have taken a real liking to you."
"But... Dancing? I mean, it's cool and everything, but it sounds kinda boring..." Ethan scrunched his nose dismissively.
"Well, I understand he's quite good at it Ethan. And I think you might be pleasantly surprised. Besides, friends sometimes do things to support their buddies, even if it's not their thing. Do you understand what I mean son?"
"Yeah, I suppose. Fine... I'll go with him then." Ethan replied, if not a bit hesitantly. His father smiled at him and reached out a hand to gently tousle his hair, as he gazed quietly at his son.
"Good boy... " His father said, looking him over thoughtfully. "Your mother would have been very proud of you son."
Ethan smiled stoically. "Love you dad." He said softly, as his father stood and headed for the door.
"Love you too son. Good night." He smiled and closed the door behind him. Ethan switched off the light and stretched himself out under the sheets; various thoughts going through his mind.
Almost instantly though, his thoughts returned to Trevor. He closed his eyes, and relived the little wrestling incident on his bed. In his mind, he could still clearly see Trev's youthful boy bits, and smell his soft boyish scent. Another excited shiver ran through him, and his hand absently slid beneath the sheets to gently rub his slowly engorging boy tube.
His young penis quickly began its climb to full staff, as his palm gently rubbed up and down against its soft warm flesh. "Mmm...." Ethan sighed quietly to himself. He began to imagine what Trevor's dick might look like with a boner. He imagined the soft folds of Trev's foreskin pealing back to reveal his moist rounded glans.
"Oooohhh..." He sighed, as another delighted shiver rolled over him. Ethan moved his hand, and held his own youthfully rigid penis between his thumb and first three fingers. He began a rhythmic stroke; pumping his young tool, and rolling his finger tip on the underside just below his glans where it connected with the shaft. He had long ago discovered this extra sensitive pleasure area, and he fingered it dutifully now...
Ethan began to wiggle his hips softly from side to side, the silky sheets gently caressing the lambskin smoothness of his butt cheeks, and soon a sweaty moist heat began to build between them. He sighed again as several pleasurable minutes passed, and the familiar tingles and twitches started to dance within him.
"Oh.... Oh shit...." He groaned passionately, as his breath came in short sighs and his young body wriggled pleasantly about. He cast off the bed covers, exposing his nakedness freely down to mid thigh. Ethan always loved it when he reached the point where his body parts started doing things on their own.
His legs began to twitch, and spasm indiscriminately as they charged with sexual energy. "Mmmmm... Uhhh..." He moaned with passion. His minds eye still envisioning Trevor's naked, and adolescently lithe body... Wondering... Wondering what the other boy tasted like. Wanting to taste him... Feeling a need to taste him...
Ethan released his penis, and bending his left knee, with his leg out to the side, he began rubbing his body and thighs with both hands sliding in small irregular motions over his heated and sweaty skin. He slid them down between his thighs, rubbing over his balls and his throbbing boyhood... "Uhnnnch...." he grunted raggedly.
One hand slid around beneath him to cup and caress his rounded soft butt cheek. His fingers slid deeply into his moist overheated crease, and then rubbed over the bud of his rosy little anus. Another huge sigh roiled from within him, as his right hand found his four inch erect boy tube again, and he abused it with joyful fervor...
Ethan licked his lips, which felt dry now from his deep open mouthed breaths, even as he continued to squirm about. Beneath him, his left hand continued to rub the tightly bunched ring of his pink boy hole, prodding at it teasingly. He withdrew his hand quickly to suckle his middle finger, leaving it liberally coated with spit; only to dart it back beneath him, where he rimed his anus with the wet digit... Pressing gently, spreading the luscious pink grommet.
"Ohh... Oh geeze...." He wheezed and moaned at the erotic pressure wriggling into his opening. His head turned to the left, burying his cheek against the soft pillow, his eyes squeezed tightly shut in a grimace of pure pleasure. "Oh fuuuccc......" His breath rolled off his lips.
Ethan could feel the rush now. His legs stretched out strait, his smallish feet reached for the end of the bed, as his toes clenched at the open air. "Uhh... Uhh, uhhh..." He was almost there...
"Trevor..." He breathed hoarsely... The boy’s thighs filled with charged endorphins, as his hips pulled away slightly from the soft bed sheets. Ethan's fingers were a blur of motion now as he peaked... The big toe of his left foot pulled away from the others, doing its own uncontrolled dance, and then... "Oh... Oh shiiiiiiittt........ He felt the pressure of his heated boy sauce as it rushed from his balls, and then everything went on auto pilot as his body seized up to spit it out...
Ethan's semi thick, clearish boy juice pulsed viciously from his throbbing tube, spitting a generous portion of hot, wet spunk onto his upper body... The second pulse exceeded the first, landing on the pillow near his head, followed immediately by a third.... Several excruciating pulses followed, oozing his molten boy goo from his still straining tip, only to dribble in a sticky mess over his fingers. "Unnnnch......." One last deep grunted sigh as his hand fell away from his tender penis. He lay there spent, knowing it would take some time to recover.
Outside, walking innocently down the hallway, Ashford the houseman/chauffer was just returning from restocking the bath at the end of the hall. He had just brought up and left a fresh batch of bath towels there for the boys; and he couldn't help but to have overheard boylike moans, and he smirked knowingly, simply shaking his head as he walked past the bedroom doors.
He had heard virtually the same sounds from all three of the boy’s bedrooms as he had walked by. Those awkward grunts and groans of boys in the midst of their joyous pre sleep release. "Ah, those were the days aw-right..." He mumbled to himself with a muted smile. "Bloody little wankers. Even the little un's into it now." He laughed.
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The next morning saw each boy take his own turn in the bath, before they all headed downstairs and gathered in the kitchen nook for a quick bite to eat. Trevor, the last to come down, slid in beside Ethan at the table. "Mornin' mate..." He offered cheerfully. "Sleep well did you?"
Ethan glanced over at him with a smirk, and he gazed at the other boy. God he was cute. His blond highlighted hair was a bit disheveled this morning, but damn, even that looked hot on him. Trevor’s boyish features were flawless, his skin so creamy smooth, and when he grinned his even white teeth were a friendly, inviting delight.
“What?” Trevor asked, as he noticed Ethan watching him. Ethan smiled softly at him, wishing he could accompany him into London today.
“Nothin.” He smiled back, as he contemplated the other boy. They all managed a simple breakfast, munching down on cream cheese bagels, topped with sliced sweet tomatoes. Trevor’s parents joined them presently, and after everyone’s hunger was satisfied, they grabbed up their things for the day and with Ashford hurrying them along, they all headed outside.
Ethan’s dad, Mr. and Mrs. Hetherington, and Trevor of course loaded into a newer silver Range Rover for their drive into London and the Wimbledon Tournament. Ethan and Ellis waved goodbye as the Range Rover pulled down the cobbled drive; since the boys had several hours o to kill, before Ashford would drive them into town for Ellis’ dance instruction.
The boys headed back inside, and because the morning was already quite warm, they decided they’d go out back to the pool for awhile, to catch a little sun and take a quick dip in the azure water. Running up to their rooms, they changed quickly into their swimmers; Ethan slipping into the same sky blue Speedo that Trevor had loaned him previously.
Then, grabbing up some towels, the boys hurried downstairs and out the back to the spacious pool, spreading their towels across a couple of the comfortable deck chairs. Ethan lay back casually on his, and with his newly peaked curiosity, he couldn’t help but scope out young Ellis, as he sprawled there on the deck chair along side of him.
The younger boy was certainly lean, and well suited for dance, or, any other sport for that matter. Ethan studied the boy's youthful body carefully, looking him over from his sweet little toes all the way up to his cute, almost feminine facial features. His long, thick shoulder length soft brown hair only added to his cute appearance, as the boy lay nearly spread eagle on his back across the lawn chair.
It seemed only natural for Ethan’s eyes to trail slowly back down the boy’s nearly nude torso. His gaze lingered for a moment on the youngsters dime sized, copper colored nipples, and then continued wandering slowly down to make the almost expectant stop where Speedo met skin. Ethan looked at Ellis’ boyishly flat stomach and his cute little belly button which was barely more than a squint, reminding Ethan of a winking eye.
His eyes drifted south to the rounded swell of the boy’s personal bits, which nicely filled out the front of his thin, bright yellow swimwear. With his insides starting to tingle, Ethan looked up quickly to make sure Ellis wasn’t watching him, but the other boy’s eyes were closed softly as he was enjoying the warm morning sun.
Feeling his own boy parts starting to respond now, Ethan became self conscious and he got up quickly and dove into the wonderfully cool blue water of the pool. His body knifed under the sparkling surface of the water, leaving a small trail of bubbles streaming from his nose. Halfway across, Ethan surfaced shaking the water from his hair, as he grabbed a fresh breath.
Looking back, he saw that Ellis was sitting up now. “Oye, you went in without me? We’ll have none of that then…” The boy spoke out with a grin, as he hopped from the deck chair and with one giant step he launched himself into the pool.
Ethan continued treading water until the other boy surfaced just along side him with a big grin. “This is so cush…” Ellis beamed, as he flipped the hair out of his eyes and smiled broadly at Ethan. The boys swam around splashing and laughing, and chasing one another round the pool, playfully pushing each other under the surface.
Ellis laughed boyishly then, and leaping up on Ethan’s back, he wrapped himself loosely around the other boy, leaving their faces only inches apart. Essentially cheek to cheek, the younger boy seemed to have no compunction about clinging so personally onto Ethan.
“We’re going under…” Ethan laughed, sucking in a lungful of air. He hesitated a moment, until he heard Ellis do the same, and then they sunk together below the surface. Ethan porpoise kicked, towing the other boy as the two of them scooted across the pool bottom, only to surface finally near the far wall.
They both giggled playfully, and Ellis continued to cling to the older boy; his hips pressed rather firmly now against Ethan’s backside. And as they clung to the side of the pool this way, Ethan was sure he was beginning to feel a stiff little spike, poking into his hip. He smiled to himself, happy that he wasn’t the only one who apparently seemed to have this little issue.
And then, when they climbed out of the pool, Ethan couldn’t resist but to take another curious look at the boy's Speedo area. He smiled again at the definite and clearly defined bulge which was now firmly outlined in graphic detail in Ellis’ thin yellow swimmers.
“Well then...” Ethan teased. “Seems like someone’s got a bit of a stiff pickle.” He grinned; repeating word for word what Ellis had said about him the previous night. Ellis looked down, then back up into the older boy’s eyes. A mildly awkward smile spread his lips, but there was a playful gleam in his eyes as well.
“Oye…” He giggled. “Look who’s come out to say hullo.” He commented, and then surprising Ethan, he hooked his thumb under the lip of his Speedo and freed his young boner into the air; anchoring the waistband behind his youthful nut sac.
Ethan was more than a little surprised by this boldly overt move. He stared at Ellis’ stiff young boy tube with its taut wet foreskin, as the youngster wiggled his three inch rigid sprout playfully about; his acorn-like testicles held up tightly by the top of his swim wear.
“Ahem….” Came another voice, from somewhere behind them, just off the pool deck. They turned to see that Ashford had come out to get them. “Well, what’s this then?” The houseman smirked. “Airing out the old pencil are we?"
The boys looked at each other for a moment, and then seeing the bemused look on Ashford’s face, they both burst out laughing hysterically.
“Come on lads, time to get changed now. And er, pr'aps it's best to put that little thing away, before some sparrow swoops down looking for a wee worm…” He chuckled at his own humor, as he turned back and headed toward the house.
The boys continued to giggle as Ellis tucked himself away, and scooping up their towels they hurried off into the manor and up the staircase to the third floor. Ethan slipped into his room, and pulled out a fresh pair of undies, some shorts and a polo shirt from the wardrobe, and then popped down the hall toward the bath.
Stripping out of his swimmers, he stepped naked into the large walk-in shower to rinse off the chlorine from the pool. Closing his eyes, he tipped his head back under the stream of water, letting it flood across his face and through his blond hair. The refreshingly cool water flowed down Ethan’s trim body, washing over his boy parts and streaming coolly into the warm crease of his bum.
He sighed comfortably, and just then… “Oye, give us a bit of space, will ya…” Ellis said as he stepped up next to Ethan, squeezing in under the flowing water alongside him. Ethan was surprised, and instinctively he turned away feeling somewhat awkward.
“Cor blimey mate… We’re not still on about that are we? We’ve already seen yer’ boy bits haven’t we.” Ellis scolded as he turned his face up into the water. Ethan suddenly felt more than a bit silly about being so shy.
He simply wasn’t used to being openly naked around other boys. Sure he would change in the locker room at the pool, or in gym class. But that was always pretty quick, with his back generally to the rest of the room. Things had to change though; there was no doubt about it. He was a good looking boy, with nothing to be ashamed of, or embarrassed about. With quick resolve, he decided that now was the time to try and get over it.
Taking a deep breath and screwing up his nerve, Ethan sighed and turned back toward the flowing water, playfully nudging the naked Ellis partially out from under the showerhead, so that the two of them could share the stream. The younger boy looked at him a moment with a smile and a nod. “That’s the ticket...” Ellis said, and quite overtly he looked down at Ethan’s cute naked boy parts.
“Cush…” He said, looking back up into Ethan’s eyes with a sweet smile. Ethan smiled back at him, and feeling much more relaxed, the two boys took several long and casual minutes to finish showering; occasionally bumping one another out of the way with their hips, if they were hogging the overhead spray.
When they finally shut the water off, the boys stepped dripping out of the shower stall, and in no hurry what so ever they toweled themselves dry as they chatted casually, and slowly began to dress into a fresh set of clothes.
Some half an hour later the boys headed out the front door to meet Ashford, who had brought the car around for them, and moments later the town car pulled out headed into town to take Ellis to his dance training.
Ellis was wearing some loose black Nike warm ups, over what looked like a white wrestling singlet of some sort. He’d also slipped into some low profile, flexible looking shoes, much like those used in the martial arts. He'd also brought a soft sided sports bag with him, filled with various other sundries and dance things.
The drive took nearly thirty minutes, and Ethan idly thought about Trevor, wondering how things were going at the tournament. His thoughts returned to last night, and now with his new found decision to be more open about his own nudity, Ethan hoped he would have another opportunity to possibly be naked around him.
And of course there was the matter of that rather unexpected kiss on the cheek, and several other mysterious things that Trevor had said to him; like, 'I think we're a lot alike you and me.' What was that all about?
Just thinking about it now made his insides stir in that confusing, yet excited butterfly kind of way. And, there was also the undeniable excitement he had, when young Ellis had waved his young boner about, near the pool. That had been so cool... Not funny, not odd, not weird, but cool. Ethan was becoming more and more convinced... About himself.
Finally the limo pulled up to the dance studio. It wasn't exactly what Ethan was expecting, if he was expecting anything. The building was fairly old, though not run down looking. He was surprised when they went inside however, as everything was newly renovated, and it was much larger than it first appeared from the outside.
Ethan was feeling a little out of place, if not a bit awkward as they walked past one of several large studios. There were perhaps a dozen young girls and only three or four boys in one of the studios; all of them engaged in stretching exercises, or practicing one dance move or another.
Ethan followed Ellis down the hall and into another of the training rooms on the left, where he sat down on a bare wooden bench near one wall to wait. Ellis had put his bag down next to him, and after a moment he too began to stretch, getting his young body warmed up for what lay ahead.
Ethan glanced around the room, already thinking how boring this was going to be. He looked at the far wall, which was a solid bank of mirrors, and suddenly his preconceived notions about dancing made him wonder why he had agreed to come in the first place. It just wasn't what he was into...
There were only two other people in this large room at the moment, one of whom was another boy. Ethan watched him for a time, looking at the tight, form fitting garment he wore, and noticing the boy's rather prominent protrusion just below his young waist. 'How embarrassing...' Ethan thought to himself, almost blushing.
He began to wonder if the other boy got teased a lot. It was one thing for a boy to wear tights and such, it was another to have your bulge practically on display for everyone. He thought back to what Ellis had said, that sometimes other kids thought it was gay, or poof as he called it, for boys to dance like this. Ethan wasn't really sure how he felt about it, but it didn't seem very, well, macho...
After a few more minutes, Ellis stripped out of his warm ups, and was now wearing just the snug white singlet, that looked like something a wrestler in school might wear. It had shoulder straps much like a tank top, but it was a one piece Lycra garment that came snugly down to about mid thigh.
In spite of himself, Ethan couldn't resist looking at the defined bulge just below his young friend’s waist. The spandex material clung tightly and formed to his body; and Ellis' body looked... Well, totally hot, to be honest. As he looked closely, he didn't think the younger boy was even wearing any underwear beneath the singlet...
And with this discovery running through his mind, Ethan was beginning to feel those familiar stirrings teasing him dutifully down below; forcing him to lean forward and fold his arms loosely over his thighs, hoping that no one would notice his own youthful bulge.
After several minutes, the other two minors left the room, and an adult dance instructor, came into the studio and spoke with Ellis. She gave him some instructions, with many words that were quite unknown to Ethan, as she motioned around the room. With those instructions, the boy moved into position in the center of the floor. The instructor started some music and Ellis began his routine.
The first few moments seemed rather foreign to Ethan as well, and he looked on with a rather curious, disinterest. But it was only a matter of seconds before he noticed something astounding. His attention was drawn in, as young Ellis began to transform.
The boy seemed to flow, to come alive as if the music was inside of him, lifting him into flight. He was bold, inspired, and seemed to move with a graceful strength that practically defied gravity, and certainly the abilities of so young a boy. And it wasn't strictly ballet; the music was modern, with a strong beat, and Ellis was incorporating moves that would impress a gymnast.
Ethan's eyes grew wide as he watched the other boy's graceful and powerful movements. He was intrigued by the strength in the young boy's legs and the seamless flow with which he propelled himself, and spun around the room. It was detailed precision, requiring an agility that any athlete in any sport would certainly admire.
Ethan quickly became mesmerized by what he was witnessing. Previously in his own mind, even he would have considered dance to be something only girls would do. But as he watched, he realized there wasn't a single boy athlete that he knew, who could have kept up with young Ellis. He couldn't even imagine someone so young, performing to this standard and degree of difficulty. It was in a word, amazing...
Ethan didn't know any of the odd terminology he heard from the instructor. A pirouette was the same as a Retiré Devant, a grand Jeté may as well have been a Fouetté en Tournant. But Ethan knew one thing for sure, and it was, that Ellis was in his element. A fiery passion seemed to burn within him as he danced. Ethan was quite simply dumbstruck, and in awe of what he was witnessing.
He watched the routine multiple times, not believing his eyes. He saw a gleam shine in Ellis' eyes, and the determined smile on his young face as he continued to push for perfection. The boy went through the grueling routine numerous times, getting helpful suggestions from the instructor along the way, and pushing himself further than Ethan would have imagined possible.
After an exhausting hour and ten minutes he was finished, and spent now, he walked tiredly over to where Ethan sat and took a long drink from his water bottle. He smiled warmly at Ethan. "So..." the boy began, stopping to take another sip of water. "What did you think of that then?" The boy asked him genuinely.
"I... 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 had been genuinely impressed. "Thanks Ethan." the boy smiled. "That means a lot to me mate... " he said, sincerely. "Some people just don't get it. They think it's gay for a boy to dance, but... When I dance, well, I feel like I'm flying, you know. I just get lost in the moment, and it's as if I'm soaring through imaginary clouds a million miles high. It's fucking brilliant..."
Ethan couldn't help but notice the fire in young Ellis' eyes, and the joy on his face as he tried to explain how dancing made him feel. And feeling compelled, he couldn't help but to lean forward and hug Ellis tightly for a long, meaningful moment. "It was fucking brilliant..." Ethan agreed in the boys own terms.
He could feel the other boy's body heat radiating against him, not to mention the soft little budgie that was pushing through his snug spandex singlet. He closed his eyes for just a moment and he thought back to the pool that morning, when Ellis had playfully flashed his boner at him; and then his thoughts drifted to the mysterious kiss on the cheek from Trevor the previous night...
'Holy crap...' Ethan thought to himself. 'These English boys really are In-fucking-credible.' Things were certainly taking some interesting and unexpected turns, and he couldn't help but feel pretty excited about it....
~ End of Chapter Three ~
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* Excerpt From Previous Chapter:
"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 must have been 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. "I'm guessing we're a lot alike, you and me..." And he smiled curiously at the American boy... *
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After each boy had rinsed off in the shower stall, Ethan doing so with his back to the other boys, still deeply shy regarding his nudity; the three youngsters climbed back up the stairs from the cellar, with white cotton towels still wrapped around their waists.
The adults still hadn't returned home from their evening out, of having after dinner drinks at the club; so the three barefoot boys padded softly through the kitchen, Ethan clinging tightly to the towel with one hand, and clutching his clothes in the other.
Trevor stopped, and reaching up toward one of the cabinets in the pantry, he grabbed up two entire bags of cookie crisps and smiled at the other two boys. "What? We need some snacks, right?!" He grinned.
Ethan and Ellis exchanged amused looks, and they smiled back at Trevor. They continued on through the hall toward the grand entry, and hurried up the staircase toward their bedrooms on the third floor.
"Come on lads, we'll go into Ethan's room." Trevor decided. The boys went down the hall and popped into the room on the right, closing the door behind them. Ethan set his clothes down on the stool at the foot of the bed, and looked around a bit awkwardly; as the three of them were still wrapped only in their soft damp towels.
"Shouldn't we like, change first, or something?" Ethan suggested somewhat shyly. Ellis only shrugged, and Trevor simply smiled at him.
"Why bother mate? It's just us. Don't be so bloody shy will ya..."
"Yeah but..." Ethan started to protest. "But what if the parents come back or something?"
"Na, don't worry about it. No one comes up here anyways. Besides, it's not like we're doing anything wrong." Trevor replied, as he glanced down at the towel still wrapped around Ethan's waist. His green eyes sparkled and a playfully mischievous smile crossed his lips.
Trevor hopped up on the king size bed and sat, crossing his bare legs Indian style, as he began to tear open one of the bags of cookies. The younger boy, Ellis, had crawled up on the bed as well, casually sprawling himself out and getting comfortable.
Ethan stood for a moment still rather uncomfortable however, with only the cotton towel around him, hiding his nakedness. It seemed naughty somehow, what they were doing, and he was feeling a bit self conscious about being almost naked, and just hanging out like this; but the other boys seemed totally indifferent about it.
Quietly he climbed up onto the bed and sat with his back against the stout headboard; one leg outstretched, and the other bent slightly underneath him. He rested one hand in his lap, making sure that the towel closely guarded his privates.
With the cookie bag now open and being passed around freely, the boys began to chat a bit. Ethan kept glancing at the other boys, intrigued and oddly drawn to their near nudity; and he noticed how totally unconcerned and casually relaxed they were with only the thin white towels around their middles. And honestly, in a matter of minutes even he began to relax a little.
The boys talked about all kinds of typical boy stuff; from the latest video games, to sports, and school. What kinds of movies they liked, what music they were into, and of course some of the differences between life in the U.S., and life here in Great Britain. They talked and laughed, and as time passed, Ethan began to feel quite comfortable being around the other boys like this.
At one point Ellis rolled onto his side as he reached for another cookie, causing his towel to fall open, leaving his youthful genitals accidentally on the outs for everyone to see. Ethan noticed at once, and his eyes widened with quiet excitement, though he tried desperately to be discreet about it.
"So Ellis, uh... You really are into dancing then?" Ethan asked, somewhat flustered as he tried not to glance at the eleven-year-old's two and a half inch sagging boy sprout.
"Yup..." The boy replied in his soft pre pubescent voice.
"Well what kind of dancing do you do anyway?" Ethan continued, his eyes now shifting between the other boy's face and his exposed and loosely dangling boy bits.
"All kinds really." Ellis answered, perking up a bit at this turn in the conversation. "Modern, hip hop, some tap of course, and the bally..."
"The bally? Ethan looked questioningly at him. "Oh, the Ballet you mean..?"
"Sure, that's what I said isn't it!" Ellis replied. "The bally..." and then he smiled softly at the American boy.
Trevor had also noticed the wide open gap in his young cousin’s towel; and with a sly grin he reached out one bare foot, prodding his toe into the younger boy's loose sac. "Oye..." he laughed, as he wiggled his toes against the other boy’s testies.
Ellis giggled, and reached down to momentarily trap Trev's foot. He squirmed a bit, then rolled to his left and leaped up trying to spring on top of his older cousin. The boys giggled as they scuffled about, and Ellis's already loose towel fell away from his waist and down onto the bed.
Ethan's eyes went wide again as he stared at the naked and exposed buttocks of the younger boy, wiggling freely barely two feet away from his face. Ellis was on his knees now, straddled atop of, and struggling to hold his older cousin's arms down.
There was excitement quickly building in Ethan's breathing as he watched. He could clearly see the younger boy's little pink grommet wiggling from side to side, and his young ball sac, swaying below his half spread butt cheeks, as he struggled with his cousin. "Help me..." Ellis beckoned, looking back at Ethan with a raucous giggle.
"What..?" Ethan was frozen with excitement for a moment; and then snapping out of his daze, he instinctively became a boy again, and he sprang forward without thinking, to help Ellis try and pin Trevor playfully to the plush mattress.
The boys were all laughing now as they grappled for position. Ethan sprawled on top of the other boys, adding his weight to the pile; and then he grabbed at Trevor’s left wrist, trying to pin his arm down near his side. At the same time he could feel the heat of Ellis’ smaller naked body which was squirming around underneath him.
He was instantly aware of the pleasant skin to skin contact between them, as Ethan’s bare chest was pressing down firmly onto the other youngster’s naked back. He shifted his body around, and straddled his bare legs over the top of Ellis’ legs, trying to get better leverage.
Still mostly covered by his towel, Ethan could feel his groin pressing into the spongy crease of the younger boy’s bum, and suddenly he could feel those familiar tingles start to churn playfully within him again. If his towel had fallen away, Ethan's boy parts would be firmly entrenched in the younger boys crack.
He was both thrilled, and feeling a bit awkward at the physical alignment of their body parts. Never the less, he closed his eyes for a moment, and simply enjoyed the constant wriggling of the younger boy's bum against his towel covered business. It felt more than a little erotic to him.
Trevor took the opportunity of Ethan's lapse in concentration, and twisted his body suddenly trying to escape; throwing his leg up and wrapping it, wrestling style around the other two boy’s legs. In the process, his towel spread, and rode high up his thigh, exposing most of his youthful bits as well.
Ethan tried to spin around at the same time, and he inadvertently reached his arm between the older boy’s legs while trying to secure a hold on him. His arm rubbed innocently along Trevor's soft junk as he wrapped up the older boys thigh, and when he turned his head, he was looking down to find he was staring directly at Trev's fully exposed, and beautiful adolescent package.
His eyes flew open wide at the tempting visage before him. Trevor's three and a half inch soft penis lay loosely against his own thigh, and the smooth rounds of his testicles rested there in their silken, hairless purse of soft smooth skin.
The moment seemed to slow time. Ethan felt as if he couldn't breathe, as he stared at the other boy's genitals mere inches away. They were beautiful. Trevor's hairless sac looked so incredibly smooth; the soft pliant skin molded gently around his near walnut sized testicles, and the gathering of skin that bunched loosely above his glans was both unique and certainly unusual.
Ethan had never seen any ones cock this close up before, and certainly never an uncircumcised one, and he was mesmerized by it now; intoxicated. He could see soft blue veins spider webbing along the thin foreskin, and one larger vein that sensually traced the underside of Trevor's youthfully boyish shaft.
With time still magically slowed, Ethan’s eyes flicked up to the moist looking opening near the tip, and he shivered delightedly at the sight of it. God Trevor's boy bits were hauntingly awesome... Ethan's breathing was elevated once again, and each breath brought him a mild, pleasantly clean boy smell that seemed to emanate delightfully from Trev's groin area.
His eyes shifted again, to examine the very sparse smattering of soft pubic hairs just around the base of Trevor's smooth pale pubic mound, and Ethan shivered again in excited delight. He closed his eyes for a moment, and swallowed with some difficulty, as he boldly leaned in even closer to breath in the exotic aroma. The naughty feelings were tingling and churning within him... And then, quite suddenly he felt something grip him, and he squeaked out loud in boyish surprise.
Someone had taken a handhold on his dick. It was Trevor, who was still trying to scramble free of the other two boys. He had playfully grabbed a handful of Ethan's young package.
"Ohh...." Ethan chirped again, surprised, if not a little shocked. "Hey... Hey stop it..." He demanded forcefully, as he rolled his body away from the pile. His own towel now came untucked from around him, and it dropped away from his waist.
He quickly grabbed for it, but the towel was partially under the weight of Ellis' right leg now, and it slipped out of his hand once again. He could hear first one, and then the other boy giggle a bit... "Well then..." Ellis quipped cheerfully, "Someone's got a bit of a stiff pickle don't they..."
Ethan looked down and his eyes flew open wide in shock. He was about three quarters erect at this point, and instantly he blushed a deep crimson, as his hands quickly sought to cover himself.
"Oh shit..." He sighed, a slight quiver in his young voice. His head dipped, fully embarrassed now as he cupped both hands over his crotch and quickly turned away from the other boys. Trevor and Ellis only glanced at each other for a moment.
"Oh come on mate; relax a bit will ya..." Trevor offered quietly as he handed Ethan his towel. "It's not like we haven't all seen one before, is it."
"You haven't seen mine before..." Ethan spoke a bit indignantly, as he snatched the towel away, and still embarrassed, he draped it over his mid section. He stood slightly, wrapping it around underneath him to cover up his butt as well.
The other boys looked at each other again. Ellis shrugged, not really understanding what the big deal was. Trevor just shook his head a bit sadly. He understood, and felt sorry that Ethan was so uncomfortable about such things.
“Ellis, why don’t we leave Ethan alone! It’s prob’ly near time for bed anyway.” And with that said, Trevor got off the bed rewrapping his own towel around himself again, and he ushered Ellis toward the door. The younger boy turned and looked back at Ethan.
“It’s ok…” The youngster remarked softly. “I thought you looked Cush.” He smiled timidly, and with a slight wave of his hand he headed out the door.
Trevor was looking back as well, and he saw Ethan looking down rather dejectedly at the floor. He felt bad for him, and walking back into the room he sat down alongside Ethan on the edge of the bed. The boys sat there quietly for a moment, with Ethan upset, and on the verge of tears. Trevor finally put his arm reassuringly around the other boy’s bare shoulders.
“I’m sorry…” Ethan muttered suddenly, in a soft voice.
“Huh? Why are you sorry mate?”
“Because we were having fun, and… And I messed it up.” Ethan replied.
“No mate, don’t worry about it. You’re just shy that’s all. You’ll get over it eventually.” Trevor tried to assure him.
“No… It’s not that.” Ethan said. “I mean yeah, I am kinda’ shy I guess. But that’s not it. I mean, I was getting a… You know.” He glanced at his lap, and then hopelessly back at Trev.
“Yeah. You were getting a hard on.” Trevor smiled. “So what! I get em all the time. So does Ellis. So does every other boy on the planet for that matter. Nothing to worry about mate… Trust me, it's aw'right...”
Ethan glanced timidly over at him. “Yeah but… You guys saw it… And you both laughed, and Ellis even said I looked ‘Cush,’ whatever that means.” Trevor looked at him again with a soft smile.
“Ethan, we weren’t laughing at you… It was the situation we were laughing at, ‘cause we’ve all been there. Friends tease one another a bit, you know that. It’s just what boys do. And just so you know, Cush is an old English expression, and it means like, good, or even ‘excellent.’
Ethan looked at Trevor with mild apprehension. “Really? He thought that I… I looked, excellent?”
“Sure, why wouldn’t he?” Trevor responded. “And just so you know, I thought you looked pretty ‘Cush’ as well.” He smiled broadly, and his green eyes sparkled.
Ethan blushed a little as he sat there contemplating what had been said. He looked up into the soft features of the incredible looking boy sitting beside him; and he knew somehow that he was attracted to him in ways he hadn't thought about before.
“You aren’t mad at me then?” Ethan asked hopefully.
“What? Why would I be mad?” Trevor questioned, not quite understanding.
“You know, after what happened in the steam room and all. And then I started to bone up just wrestling with you guys. Do you… Do you think I’m a… What was it you called it, a Poof?” Ethan asked quietly.
Trevor almost choked on his laugh as he put his arm around Ethan’s bare shoulders again, drawing him close till their sides were touching warmly. “And what if you are?” Trevor said. “It’s not such a bad thing is it?” And with that he leaned in slightly and kissed Ethan softly on his cheek.
Ethan’s eyes went wide in surprise, and he snapped a look at the other boy. Trevor stood up then, and looking back at him, a warm grin spread his lips. “G-night.” He offered, as he turned and headed for the door. “I gotta’ get some sleep. I need to get up early again for ballboy duties at the tournament tomorrow.”
The American boy’s eyes followed him to the door. “You… You kissed me!” Ethan stated, almost a bit bewildered. Trevor looked at him again and smiled.
“Yeah… So what did you think of it?” Trevor asked, still smiling.
“I thought…" He paused for a moment considering. "I thought it was Cush.” Ethan replied honestly, with a timidly shy smile of his own.
With a big grin on his face Trevor left the room, closing the door gently behind him. Ethan continued to sit on the edge of the bed, his mind racing as he thought about everything that had just happened. Trevor had just kissed him on the cheek. And the thing is, he realized with certainty; he rather liked it.
He began to think back about everything else that had happened since he had gotten here. All these strange new feelings he was having; like being drawn to another boy in a physical way. He was confused about it, this had never happened before; but there was no mistaking his feelings regarding the older boy. They were sexual in nature, apparently going far beyond the curious wonders of adolescent change.
Ethan finally got up and moved around to the side of the bed, pulling back the bed coverings. He pulled the towel from around his lean waist with a little smile, and slipped naked in between the soft cooling sheets. He moved his arms up, linking his fingers underneath his head, and he stared quietly up at the ceiling deep in thought.
What was this devilry? Was this the custodial right of passage, with puberty vying for control of his genitals? Which side would the coin toss land upon; was he destined to like boys, or would normalcy win out? Was puberty simply toying with his sexuality, his very sexual identity? Or was this choice one that he was making? Ah, but puberty owned the gamed didn't it... It had already been decided which side of the street Ethan would play... He was feeling a little disorientated now, yet, at the same time, it felt like something good.
Several minutes passed, and suddenly there was a soft knock at his door, and he raised his head curiously. “Come in.” Ethan called out. The panel swung open, and Ethan’s father smiled at him as he stepped into the room.
“Just came up to say goodnight son.” His father said.
“Night dad.” Ethan responded, as his dad crossed the room to sit on the edge of the bed.
“So listen son… Plans for tomorrow. Mr. and Mrs. Hetherington and I will be going into London with Trevor to watch him do his chores at the tournament. They only have one other Premier Club Pass, so it's your choice. You can come in with us, or…” He paused.
“Or what?” Ethan prodded.
“Or you could go with Ellis to his dance instruction tomorrow. He's preparing for a competition, or recital of some sort, and the boy asked specifically if you could go with him.”
"Really? He wanted me to go? When did he ask that?" Ethan wondered aloud.
"He came down just a few minutes ago son. He seems to have taken a real liking to you."
"But... Dancing? I mean, it's cool and everything, but it sounds kinda boring..." Ethan scrunched his nose dismissively.
"Well, I understand he's quite good at it Ethan. And I think you might be pleasantly surprised. Besides, friends sometimes do things to support their buddies, even if it's not their thing. Do you understand what I mean son?"
"Yeah, I suppose. Fine... I'll go with him then." Ethan replied, if not a bit hesitantly. His father smiled at him and reached out a hand to gently tousle his hair, as he gazed quietly at his son.
"Good boy... " His father said, looking him over thoughtfully. "Your mother would have been very proud of you son."
Ethan smiled stoically. "Love you dad." He said softly, as his father stood and headed for the door.
"Love you too son. Good night." He smiled and closed the door behind him. Ethan switched off the light and stretched himself out under the sheets; various thoughts going through his mind.
Almost instantly though, his thoughts returned to Trevor. He closed his eyes, and relived the little wrestling incident on his bed. In his mind, he could still clearly see Trev's youthful boy bits, and smell his soft boyish scent. Another excited shiver ran through him, and his hand absently slid beneath the sheets to gently rub his slowly engorging boy tube.
His young penis quickly began its climb to full staff, as his palm gently rubbed up and down against its soft warm flesh. "Mmm...." Ethan sighed quietly to himself. He began to imagine what Trevor's dick might look like with a boner. He imagined the soft folds of Trev's foreskin pealing back to reveal his moist rounded glans.
"Oooohhh..." He sighed, as another delighted shiver rolled over him. Ethan moved his hand, and held his own youthfully rigid penis between his thumb and first three fingers. He began a rhythmic stroke; pumping his young tool, and rolling his finger tip on the underside just below his glans where it connected with the shaft. He had long ago discovered this extra sensitive pleasure area, and he fingered it dutifully now...
Ethan began to wiggle his hips softly from side to side, the silky sheets gently caressing the lambskin smoothness of his butt cheeks, and soon a sweaty moist heat began to build between them. He sighed again as several pleasurable minutes passed, and the familiar tingles and twitches started to dance within him.
"Oh.... Oh shit...." He groaned passionately, as his breath came in short sighs and his young body wriggled pleasantly about. He cast off the bed covers, exposing his nakedness freely down to mid thigh. Ethan always loved it when he reached the point where his body parts started doing things on their own.
His legs began to twitch, and spasm indiscriminately as they charged with sexual energy. "Mmmmm... Uhhh..." He moaned with passion. His minds eye still envisioning Trevor's naked, and adolescently lithe body... Wondering... Wondering what the other boy tasted like. Wanting to taste him... Feeling a need to taste him...
Ethan released his penis, and bending his left knee, with his leg out to the side, he began rubbing his body and thighs with both hands sliding in small irregular motions over his heated and sweaty skin. He slid them down between his thighs, rubbing over his balls and his throbbing boyhood... "Uhnnnch...." he grunted raggedly.
One hand slid around beneath him to cup and caress his rounded soft butt cheek. His fingers slid deeply into his moist overheated crease, and then rubbed over the bud of his rosy little anus. Another huge sigh roiled from within him, as his right hand found his four inch erect boy tube again, and he abused it with joyful fervor...
Ethan licked his lips, which felt dry now from his deep open mouthed breaths, even as he continued to squirm about. Beneath him, his left hand continued to rub the tightly bunched ring of his pink boy hole, prodding at it teasingly. He withdrew his hand quickly to suckle his middle finger, leaving it liberally coated with spit; only to dart it back beneath him, where he rimed his anus with the wet digit... Pressing gently, spreading the luscious pink grommet.
"Ohh... Oh geeze...." He wheezed and moaned at the erotic pressure wriggling into his opening. His head turned to the left, burying his cheek against the soft pillow, his eyes squeezed tightly shut in a grimace of pure pleasure. "Oh fuuuccc......" His breath rolled off his lips.
Ethan could feel the rush now. His legs stretched out strait, his smallish feet reached for the end of the bed, as his toes clenched at the open air. "Uhh... Uhh, uhhh..." He was almost there...
"Trevor..." He breathed hoarsely... The boy’s thighs filled with charged endorphins, as his hips pulled away slightly from the soft bed sheets. Ethan's fingers were a blur of motion now as he peaked... The big toe of his left foot pulled away from the others, doing its own uncontrolled dance, and then... "Oh... Oh shiiiiiiittt........ He felt the pressure of his heated boy sauce as it rushed from his balls, and then everything went on auto pilot as his body seized up to spit it out...
Ethan's semi thick, clearish boy juice pulsed viciously from his throbbing tube, spitting a generous portion of hot, wet spunk onto his upper body... The second pulse exceeded the first, landing on the pillow near his head, followed immediately by a third.... Several excruciating pulses followed, oozing his molten boy goo from his still straining tip, only to dribble in a sticky mess over his fingers. "Unnnnch......." One last deep grunted sigh as his hand fell away from his tender penis. He lay there spent, knowing it would take some time to recover.
Outside, walking innocently down the hallway, Ashford the houseman/chauffer was just returning from restocking the bath at the end of the hall. He had just brought up and left a fresh batch of bath towels there for the boys; and he couldn't help but to have overheard boylike moans, and he smirked knowingly, simply shaking his head as he walked past the bedroom doors.
He had heard virtually the same sounds from all three of the boy’s bedrooms as he had walked by. Those awkward grunts and groans of boys in the midst of their joyous pre sleep release. "Ah, those were the days aw-right..." He mumbled to himself with a muted smile. "Bloody little wankers. Even the little un's into it now." He laughed.
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The next morning saw each boy take his own turn in the bath, before they all headed downstairs and gathered in the kitchen nook for a quick bite to eat. Trevor, the last to come down, slid in beside Ethan at the table. "Mornin' mate..." He offered cheerfully. "Sleep well did you?"
Ethan glanced over at him with a smirk, and he gazed at the other boy. God he was cute. His blond highlighted hair was a bit disheveled this morning, but damn, even that looked hot on him. Trevor’s boyish features were flawless, his skin so creamy smooth, and when he grinned his even white teeth were a friendly, inviting delight.
“What?” Trevor asked, as he noticed Ethan watching him. Ethan smiled softly at him, wishing he could accompany him into London today.
“Nothin.” He smiled back, as he contemplated the other boy. They all managed a simple breakfast, munching down on cream cheese bagels, topped with sliced sweet tomatoes. Trevor’s parents joined them presently, and after everyone’s hunger was satisfied, they grabbed up their things for the day and with Ashford hurrying them along, they all headed outside.
Ethan’s dad, Mr. and Mrs. Hetherington, and Trevor of course loaded into a newer silver Range Rover for their drive into London and the Wimbledon Tournament. Ethan and Ellis waved goodbye as the Range Rover pulled down the cobbled drive; since the boys had several hours o to kill, before Ashford would drive them into town for Ellis’ dance instruction.
The boys headed back inside, and because the morning was already quite warm, they decided they’d go out back to the pool for awhile, to catch a little sun and take a quick dip in the azure water. Running up to their rooms, they changed quickly into their swimmers; Ethan slipping into the same sky blue Speedo that Trevor had loaned him previously.
Then, grabbing up some towels, the boys hurried downstairs and out the back to the spacious pool, spreading their towels across a couple of the comfortable deck chairs. Ethan lay back casually on his, and with his newly peaked curiosity, he couldn’t help but scope out young Ellis, as he sprawled there on the deck chair along side of him.
The younger boy was certainly lean, and well suited for dance, or, any other sport for that matter. Ethan studied the boy's youthful body carefully, looking him over from his sweet little toes all the way up to his cute, almost feminine facial features. His long, thick shoulder length soft brown hair only added to his cute appearance, as the boy lay nearly spread eagle on his back across the lawn chair.
It seemed only natural for Ethan’s eyes to trail slowly back down the boy’s nearly nude torso. His gaze lingered for a moment on the youngsters dime sized, copper colored nipples, and then continued wandering slowly down to make the almost expectant stop where Speedo met skin. Ethan looked at Ellis’ boyishly flat stomach and his cute little belly button which was barely more than a squint, reminding Ethan of a winking eye.
His eyes drifted south to the rounded swell of the boy’s personal bits, which nicely filled out the front of his thin, bright yellow swimwear. With his insides starting to tingle, Ethan looked up quickly to make sure Ellis wasn’t watching him, but the other boy’s eyes were closed softly as he was enjoying the warm morning sun.
Feeling his own boy parts starting to respond now, Ethan became self conscious and he got up quickly and dove into the wonderfully cool blue water of the pool. His body knifed under the sparkling surface of the water, leaving a small trail of bubbles streaming from his nose. Halfway across, Ethan surfaced shaking the water from his hair, as he grabbed a fresh breath.
Looking back, he saw that Ellis was sitting up now. “Oye, you went in without me? We’ll have none of that then…” The boy spoke out with a grin, as he hopped from the deck chair and with one giant step he launched himself into the pool.
Ethan continued treading water until the other boy surfaced just along side him with a big grin. “This is so cush…” Ellis beamed, as he flipped the hair out of his eyes and smiled broadly at Ethan. The boys swam around splashing and laughing, and chasing one another round the pool, playfully pushing each other under the surface.
Ellis laughed boyishly then, and leaping up on Ethan’s back, he wrapped himself loosely around the other boy, leaving their faces only inches apart. Essentially cheek to cheek, the younger boy seemed to have no compunction about clinging so personally onto Ethan.
“We’re going under…” Ethan laughed, sucking in a lungful of air. He hesitated a moment, until he heard Ellis do the same, and then they sunk together below the surface. Ethan porpoise kicked, towing the other boy as the two of them scooted across the pool bottom, only to surface finally near the far wall.
They both giggled playfully, and Ellis continued to cling to the older boy; his hips pressed rather firmly now against Ethan’s backside. And as they clung to the side of the pool this way, Ethan was sure he was beginning to feel a stiff little spike, poking into his hip. He smiled to himself, happy that he wasn’t the only one who apparently seemed to have this little issue.
And then, when they climbed out of the pool, Ethan couldn’t resist but to take another curious look at the boy's Speedo area. He smiled again at the definite and clearly defined bulge which was now firmly outlined in graphic detail in Ellis’ thin yellow swimmers.
“Well then...” Ethan teased. “Seems like someone’s got a bit of a stiff pickle.” He grinned; repeating word for word what Ellis had said about him the previous night. Ellis looked down, then back up into the older boy’s eyes. A mildly awkward smile spread his lips, but there was a playful gleam in his eyes as well.
“Oye…” He giggled. “Look who’s come out to say hullo.” He commented, and then surprising Ethan, he hooked his thumb under the lip of his Speedo and freed his young boner into the air; anchoring the waistband behind his youthful nut sac.
Ethan was more than a little surprised by this boldly overt move. He stared at Ellis’ stiff young boy tube with its taut wet foreskin, as the youngster wiggled his three inch rigid sprout playfully about; his acorn-like testicles held up tightly by the top of his swim wear.
“Ahem….” Came another voice, from somewhere behind them, just off the pool deck. They turned to see that Ashford had come out to get them. “Well, what’s this then?” The houseman smirked. “Airing out the old pencil are we?"
The boys looked at each other for a moment, and then seeing the bemused look on Ashford’s face, they both burst out laughing hysterically.
“Come on lads, time to get changed now. And er, pr'aps it's best to put that little thing away, before some sparrow swoops down looking for a wee worm…” He chuckled at his own humor, as he turned back and headed toward the house.
The boys continued to giggle as Ellis tucked himself away, and scooping up their towels they hurried off into the manor and up the staircase to the third floor. Ethan slipped into his room, and pulled out a fresh pair of undies, some shorts and a polo shirt from the wardrobe, and then popped down the hall toward the bath.
Stripping out of his swimmers, he stepped naked into the large walk-in shower to rinse off the chlorine from the pool. Closing his eyes, he tipped his head back under the stream of water, letting it flood across his face and through his blond hair. The refreshingly cool water flowed down Ethan’s trim body, washing over his boy parts and streaming coolly into the warm crease of his bum.
He sighed comfortably, and just then… “Oye, give us a bit of space, will ya…” Ellis said as he stepped up next to Ethan, squeezing in under the flowing water alongside him. Ethan was surprised, and instinctively he turned away feeling somewhat awkward.
“Cor blimey mate… We’re not still on about that are we? We’ve already seen yer’ boy bits haven’t we.” Ellis scolded as he turned his face up into the water. Ethan suddenly felt more than a bit silly about being so shy.
He simply wasn’t used to being openly naked around other boys. Sure he would change in the locker room at the pool, or in gym class. But that was always pretty quick, with his back generally to the rest of the room. Things had to change though; there was no doubt about it. He was a good looking boy, with nothing to be ashamed of, or embarrassed about. With quick resolve, he decided that now was the time to try and get over it.
Taking a deep breath and screwing up his nerve, Ethan sighed and turned back toward the flowing water, playfully nudging the naked Ellis partially out from under the showerhead, so that the two of them could share the stream. The younger boy looked at him a moment with a smile and a nod. “That’s the ticket...” Ellis said, and quite overtly he looked down at Ethan’s cute naked boy parts.
“Cush…” He said, looking back up into Ethan’s eyes with a sweet smile. Ethan smiled back at him, and feeling much more relaxed, the two boys took several long and casual minutes to finish showering; occasionally bumping one another out of the way with their hips, if they were hogging the overhead spray.
When they finally shut the water off, the boys stepped dripping out of the shower stall, and in no hurry what so ever they toweled themselves dry as they chatted casually, and slowly began to dress into a fresh set of clothes.
Some half an hour later the boys headed out the front door to meet Ashford, who had brought the car around for them, and moments later the town car pulled out headed into town to take Ellis to his dance training.
Ellis was wearing some loose black Nike warm ups, over what looked like a white wrestling singlet of some sort. He’d also slipped into some low profile, flexible looking shoes, much like those used in the martial arts. He'd also brought a soft sided sports bag with him, filled with various other sundries and dance things.
The drive took nearly thirty minutes, and Ethan idly thought about Trevor, wondering how things were going at the tournament. His thoughts returned to last night, and now with his new found decision to be more open about his own nudity, Ethan hoped he would have another opportunity to possibly be naked around him.
And of course there was the matter of that rather unexpected kiss on the cheek, and several other mysterious things that Trevor had said to him; like, 'I think we're a lot alike you and me.' What was that all about?
Just thinking about it now made his insides stir in that confusing, yet excited butterfly kind of way. And, there was also the undeniable excitement he had, when young Ellis had waved his young boner about, near the pool. That had been so cool... Not funny, not odd, not weird, but cool. Ethan was becoming more and more convinced... About himself.
Finally the limo pulled up to the dance studio. It wasn't exactly what Ethan was expecting, if he was expecting anything. The building was fairly old, though not run down looking. He was surprised when they went inside however, as everything was newly renovated, and it was much larger than it first appeared from the outside.
Ethan was feeling a little out of place, if not a bit awkward as they walked past one of several large studios. There were perhaps a dozen young girls and only three or four boys in one of the studios; all of them engaged in stretching exercises, or practicing one dance move or another.
Ethan followed Ellis down the hall and into another of the training rooms on the left, where he sat down on a bare wooden bench near one wall to wait. Ellis had put his bag down next to him, and after a moment he too began to stretch, getting his young body warmed up for what lay ahead.
Ethan glanced around the room, already thinking how boring this was going to be. He looked at the far wall, which was a solid bank of mirrors, and suddenly his preconceived notions about dancing made him wonder why he had agreed to come in the first place. It just wasn't what he was into...
There were only two other people in this large room at the moment, one of whom was another boy. Ethan watched him for a time, looking at the tight, form fitting garment he wore, and noticing the boy's rather prominent protrusion just below his young waist. 'How embarrassing...' Ethan thought to himself, almost blushing.
He began to wonder if the other boy got teased a lot. It was one thing for a boy to wear tights and such, it was another to have your bulge practically on display for everyone. He thought back to what Ellis had said, that sometimes other kids thought it was gay, or poof as he called it, for boys to dance like this. Ethan wasn't really sure how he felt about it, but it didn't seem very, well, macho...
After a few more minutes, Ellis stripped out of his warm ups, and was now wearing just the snug white singlet, that looked like something a wrestler in school might wear. It had shoulder straps much like a tank top, but it was a one piece Lycra garment that came snugly down to about mid thigh.
In spite of himself, Ethan couldn't resist looking at the defined bulge just below his young friend’s waist. The spandex material clung tightly and formed to his body; and Ellis' body looked... Well, totally hot, to be honest. As he looked closely, he didn't think the younger boy was even wearing any underwear beneath the singlet...
And with this discovery running through his mind, Ethan was beginning to feel those familiar stirrings teasing him dutifully down below; forcing him to lean forward and fold his arms loosely over his thighs, hoping that no one would notice his own youthful bulge.
After several minutes, the other two minors left the room, and an adult dance instructor, came into the studio and spoke with Ellis. She gave him some instructions, with many words that were quite unknown to Ethan, as she motioned around the room. With those instructions, the boy moved into position in the center of the floor. The instructor started some music and Ellis began his routine.
The first few moments seemed rather foreign to Ethan as well, and he looked on with a rather curious, disinterest. But it was only a matter of seconds before he noticed something astounding. His attention was drawn in, as young Ellis began to transform.
The boy seemed to flow, to come alive as if the music was inside of him, lifting him into flight. He was bold, inspired, and seemed to move with a graceful strength that practically defied gravity, and certainly the abilities of so young a boy. And it wasn't strictly ballet; the music was modern, with a strong beat, and Ellis was incorporating moves that would impress a gymnast.
Ethan's eyes grew wide as he watched the other boy's graceful and powerful movements. He was intrigued by the strength in the young boy's legs and the seamless flow with which he propelled himself, and spun around the room. It was detailed precision, requiring an agility that any athlete in any sport would certainly admire.
Ethan quickly became mesmerized by what he was witnessing. Previously in his own mind, even he would have considered dance to be something only girls would do. But as he watched, he realized there wasn't a single boy athlete that he knew, who could have kept up with young Ellis. He couldn't even imagine someone so young, performing to this standard and degree of difficulty. It was in a word, amazing...
Ethan didn't know any of the odd terminology he heard from the instructor. A pirouette was the same as a Retiré Devant, a grand Jeté may as well have been a Fouetté en Tournant. But Ethan knew one thing for sure, and it was, that Ellis was in his element. A fiery passion seemed to burn within him as he danced. Ethan was quite simply dumbstruck, and in awe of what he was witnessing.
He watched the routine multiple times, not believing his eyes. He saw a gleam shine in Ellis' eyes, and the determined smile on his young face as he continued to push for perfection. The boy went through the grueling routine numerous times, getting helpful suggestions from the instructor along the way, and pushing himself further than Ethan would have imagined possible.
After an exhausting hour and ten minutes he was finished, and spent now, he walked tiredly over to where Ethan sat and took a long drink from his water bottle. He smiled warmly at Ethan. "So..." the boy began, stopping to take another sip of water. "What did you think of that then?" The boy asked him genuinely.
"I... 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 had been genuinely impressed. "Thanks Ethan." the boy smiled. "That means a lot to me mate... " he said, sincerely. "Some people just don't get it. They think it's gay for a boy to dance, but... When I dance, well, I feel like I'm flying, you know. I just get lost in the moment, and it's as if I'm soaring through imaginary clouds a million miles high. It's fucking brilliant..."
Ethan couldn't help but notice the fire in young Ellis' eyes, and the joy on his face as he tried to explain how dancing made him feel. And feeling compelled, he couldn't help but to lean forward and hug Ellis tightly for a long, meaningful moment. "It was fucking brilliant..." Ethan agreed in the boys own terms.
He could feel the other boy's body heat radiating against him, not to mention the soft little budgie that was pushing through his snug spandex singlet. He closed his eyes for just a moment and he thought back to the pool that morning, when Ellis had playfully flashed his boner at him; and then his thoughts drifted to the mysterious kiss on the cheek from Trevor the previous night...
'Holy crap...' Ethan thought to himself. 'These English boys really are In-fucking-credible.' Things were certainly taking some interesting and unexpected turns, and he couldn't help but feel pretty excited about it....
~ End of Chapter Three ~
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