Ethan And The Ball Boy
Chapter 04
* Thanks to the many readers of my "About A Boy" stories, for your continued readership. I appreciate all of your emails, all the comments 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 experience.
Story Written and Posted By; About A Boy
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*Excerpt From Previous Chapter:
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.... *
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With his training session over for the day, eleven year old Ellis stood in his damp training singlet, dripping sweat as he was 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 so nice. The boy had also slipped out of his dance shoes and ankle socks as well, and he stood there now wearing nothing but the snug Lycra singlet, pulled down so low on his hips that Ethan could see top of his porcelain white pubic rise in front, and the first two inches of the boy’s butt crease in back.
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 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's hard work, but 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 still peeled down enticingly low in front; 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 now as he continued to stare at that slight rise of creamy smooth skin just above the turned down folds of 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 Lycra singlet.
“Guess we should go.” Ellis suggested, as he pulled a small towel from his sports bag. “Ashford is probably waiting out front with the limo.” He wiped the sweat from his face, and hung the towel loosely around his neck. The boys gathered up his things, and headed for the front door, where Ellis waved timidly in greeting to another young boy who was sitting just inside one of the other studios near the entrance.
Pushing the front doors open, they stepped outside into the dazzling warm sunlight. Not spotting Ashford at once, they decided to wait in the car park for awhile until he showed up. The boys stood just outside for several minutes, chatting casually while they waited, and Ethan eagerly asked a number of questions about some of the amazing things that he’d seen Ellis do during his dance routine.
They moved away from the front of the building, deciding to sit on one of the railings which separated the building from the parking area. Ellis was still wearing nothing but the singlet, which was still pulled down low around his waist, so that his body could cool down. As they talked though, 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 then?” 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 somewhere close behind them now. “Got it pulled down real low so your boyfriend there can give you a blow job?” The teen quipped. 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. But 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…” the teen 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 then?”
“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 that's 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 firmly 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 pretty cool. Really cool actually.
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, where 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 would rather stay at the manor and continue swimming. And with that, 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 only in his own towel and leaning casually against the door jamb.
It was muscle memory perhaps that caused Ethan 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 this silly boyhood shyness of his; 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 now, 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 perhaps a little shy about talking so openly like this.
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 boy 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 had swollen quickly, and he was almost fully erect now, his foreskin stretched more tightly around his glans.
The youngster showed no sign of embarrassment, and made no effort to hide his stiffy. In fact, he 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. This all felt a little awkward to him, but the flow of adrenalin was making him feel euphoric at the same time; 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 that his own youthful penis was fully engorged now as well, sticking up and thrumming softly against his pubic mound with each gentle pulse of his heart.
His eyes opened wider in shocked surprise, and once again his natural impulse was to cover himself with the towel. He started to hide himself, but Ellis stayed his hand. “Yours looks wicked awesome…” the youngster praised, and he grinned warmly up at Ethan.
Ethan stared blankly back at him for a moment, his heart beating rapidly with excitement as the boy's words sunk in; and when they finally did he blushed, and smiled softly at his young friend. “Shit yours looks so cool…" Ethan breathed. He was totally amped up by the sight of it. "So, what does it feel like? I mean, can I maybe… Like, you know, touch your foreskin thingy?” Ethan sputtered.
His question was met with a warm smile from the young English boy still sitting by his side. Ellis didn’t answer though, instead he actually took his own 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. He shuddered excitedly. Someone else was touching his penis. For the very first time in his life, someone else was touching his penis. The feeling was electric. Wildly strange and scary, and weird, and absolutely wonderful all at the same time…
He shuddered again, licking his dry lips, and he closed his eyes for a long moment in pure excited pleasure at the other boy's soft touch. This was.... Awesome. So amazingly awesome. Ethan swallowed, and opened his eyes; looking down at his own penis, still clutched gently in the younger boy's soft warm fingers.
He swallowed again, and glanced over at Ellis' young boy parts. The eleven-year-old's three and a half inch stiff tube was raised and pointing sharply outward. His thin sheath of foreskin was stretched, leaving a small nubbin of flesh perched over the tip of his nob.
Ethan licked dry lips, and slowly, deliberately, he reached out his 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 wasn't it? His fingers dipped, and gently touched the fleshy foreskin covering the cherry tip of the younger boy’s penis.
Instant excitement! His own penis jerked with a stimulated pulse which was so intense that it made Ellis giggle again. Had he looked, Ethan would have seen a glistening droplet of precum already forming at his own pee slit...
The boys looked at each other a moment, 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 boylike wonder.
Ethan felt his own turgid tube twitch several times again, seemingly beyond his control, and still being held firmly between Ellis’ youthful fingers. He finally looked down at himself now, and this time he wasn't surprised to see several pearly wet droplets clinging to the tip of his boyhood.
This time it was Ellis’ eyes that went wide as he watched the droplets form. Curiosity took the best of young English boy, and he moved his forefinger boldly, sliding his fingertip through the sticky thick wetness. He looked up questioningly at Ethan.
“It’s like, semen.” Ethan explained. “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 and long hair made him look girlishly cute, but in an undeniably boylike way. Ethan smiled nervously, and then he looked down at the other boy’s stiff three and a half inch spike again, which he was still firmly holding onto.
He squeezed it tenderly, and then moved his fingers downward experimentally, sliding Ellis’ foreskin back off 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, with wonderment in his eyes. His insides were starting to tingle as he played with it, and then he looked up at Ellis.
“Have you ever jerked off?” Ethan asked, suddenly feeling curious.
“Well, yeah…” 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.
“Yeah, course I do too…” He replied openly.
“Do you like, squirt stuff yet?” Ellis queried, as he glanced down to see yet 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 mean, I'm only eleven. But I do get some sticky wet stuff just on my bell end when I do it long enough… Trevor said I’m probly’ a few months away from actually squirting anything 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…” The boy added.
And stuff? Ethan thought. Wonder what ‘and stuff’ means? Ellis suddenly squeezed his dick again just then, and Ethan was so stimulated now that he had to tense up to stop himself from going over the edge. "Oh fuuuu..." he breathed, trying desperately not to cum. The boys sat silently for a moment, as if contemplating.
Shit, Ethan had never expected, or even thought about anything like this. To be openly naked in front of others; and actually let someone see him with a boner... To have sexual thoughts about other boys... And now, to actually be touching another boy's private parts. Where the hell did this all come from all of a sudden? But he didn't have time to consider this thought, as Ellis spoke out...
“So… Maybe, if you want... We could have a wank strait away?” Ellis suggested somewhat hesitantly; and he looked tentatively at Ethan, his eyebrows rose curiously, awaiting the older boy's answer.
“We uh... We could do that, I guess…” Ethan considered nervously. The younger 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 wooden headboard.
Ethan pulled himself cautiously up alongside the other boy, and they sat there closely together, their silky smooth, hairless legs touching warmly; which added to the naughty excitement they were both experiencing at that moment. The boys sat timidly glancing back and forth at one another, both 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. Not 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 with his best friend, but never, ever anything like this, and it was kind of scary actually.
Ethan glanced down at the younger boy’s stiff member again, and then back up into his soft green eyes. Ellis did the same, his eyes drifting back and forth as he watched in excited anticipation. The young Brit actually had more experience at this kind of thing, having jerked off with Trevor several times in the past; and with his eyes fixed firmly now on the twelve-year-olds four inch erection, Ellis finally took hold of his own stiffy and slowly began to massage it.
Ethan watched him for several seconds, his heart thrumming in his chest. But the sight of the younger boy stroking himself was too much for his pubescent hormones to resist. He looked at his own stiff pickle, and then took it into the fingertips of his left hand and started stroking himself
His eyes kept a steady gaze on the younger boy’s rigid tube, mesmerized by the sight of his fleshy foreskin, slipping snuggly up and down over the boy's purplish, moist looking cherry. Shit it just looked so friggen erotic...
His own fingers began to pump more vigorously now with the visual stimulation he was receiving. Ellis was doing much the same. His eyes flitted back and forth from his own young penis, to Ethan’s straining boytool, which had already leaked another drop of sticky syrup from its reddened pee slit. The youngster’s mouth sagged open slightly, and the tip of his tongue wiggled sensually in and out just between his parted lips.
Ethan began to moan softly with pleasure after a few minutes, and the younger boy looked up to see that 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 warmly together. Their bare feet were deliberately rubbing softly against one another's, and all this skin on skin contact only added to the erotic feelings. Ethan moaned again, and Ellis seemed to squeak, almost in response with his higher pitched prepubescent voice.
“Oh geeze, ohhh…” Ellis began to squirm and sigh, his tight little bum wiggling slightly on the bedcover, causing his hips to bump against Ethan’s. The English boy's firm dancer’s legs began to flex and twitch. Ethan watched him now, almost unblinking, his gaze held as if by some hypnotic spell, and his own insides began to churn with physical excitement.
Almost instinctively, Ethan’s right hand drifted over and settled warmly on the inside of Ellis’ firm thigh, holding him there. He raised two fingers, somehow wanting to touch the younger boy's swaying testicles. The back of his fingers rubbed against the soft, smooth sac, and he shivered with delight. Both boys began to moan in a sensuous harmony now… “Ohhhhh, uhhhhhh…” Ellis chirped, as his face twisted with untold youthful pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut, his mouth sagged open further…
As Ethan watched, he heard the younger boy chirp and moan again, then he felt Ellis' thigh tighten suddenly beneath his palm. The youngster’s loose sac of testicular marbles drew up snuggly to his body, and with one last long squeal, he burst into an intense, heaving dry orgasm. Ethan watched wide eyed, as he saw the other boy's purplish cherry bloat, as it strained to expel its invisible payload. But not totally invisible, was it... Two clear, watery drops rolled lucidly from Ellis’ reddened slit… The youngster shuddered violently; his body a rigid knot of energy.
The whole thing proved too much for Ethan, and it pushed him over the edge. The sight of the younger boy dripping his immature boy juice was by far the most erotic sight he’d ever seen. Ethan moaned and he grunted primordially; his legs twitched, causing his bare foot to strain against the other boy.
He was there… The overload of visual stimulation strangled his resistance, and his young body launched into its own wild orgasm. Ethan ejaculated forcefully, sending the first volley of boy seed up into the air, and then again… Expelling gooey spurts of boy seed that spattered haphazardly with no regard for location.
Ellis had only 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 croaked excitedly. “That's 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, so that he could rub the tip of his own exposed glans against Ethan’s sticky bell end.
Ethan jerked and threw his head back, pulling his still sensitive glans away, but only for a second; and then the two boys, both 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 wet kiss. Lubricated with sticky boy spunk, it felt awesome, and once again unlike any thing Ethan had even imagined before. Today was clearly a wild day of firsts…
After several long seconds Ellis rolled back closely alongside his friend, resting his head against Ethan's shoulder. They glanced at each timidly, almost embarrassed now at what they’d just done; almost instinctively 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 down 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 craned his head upward and returned the gentle kiss to the corner of Ethan’s mouth. 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 lay there resting, with the damp towel laid loosely over his mid section.
“Think I may need a shower.” Ethan commented, as he glanced down at his stomach, and used his palm to smudge multiple wet spots around his skin. He scooted off over the side of the bed and stood, carefully wrapping his towel around his middle. He smiled as he looked back at Ellis, who seemed already 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 all the things that had happened today. When his thoughts came around to the part about masturbating with the other boy he smiled, and 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 naughty 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, appealingly more mature. There was the signature of adolescence 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 adorably loveable. But Trevor… Trevor was in that pubescent groove. His body was boyishly young, but starting to define itself. His smile was infectious, his green 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 young Ellis dozing there on the bed as another brief smile spread his lips, and feeling surprisingly content, 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 made his way downstairs.
Ashford had returned from the market by then, and Ethan found him in the large kitchen area, stocking the groceries away. He wandered into the kitchen, and hopped up limberly 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 young-un.” 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 as 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 and the like."
“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. "Standin' up for Ellis the way you did..." 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 even able to appreciate such things. Finally opening his eyes, he strolled over the expansive lawn and angled over 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, with 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 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… Yeah, 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 could'a been there though.” Trevor replied sincerely. The comment surprised Ethan a little. He was happy just knowing that Trevor had actually been thinking about him today.
“Come on, let’s see a few more of your serves then.” Trevor suggested.
“I’ll try.” Ethan responded. "But I'm not very good..." 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 with a slight smile, and he walked up close beside 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 at his side. It was rather 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 freshly ashed 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 a step, 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.
“Yeah.” Trevor smiled warmly. “Yeah, 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 when 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; or perhaps, fantasies. Ethan blushed, and looked down.
"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. Were there secret meanings to Trev's words? Other intentions beyond having a simple 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 it was just wishful thinking on Ethan's part. He was so enamored with the older boy, that he easily could be reading into it, all the suggestive talk, and the playful physical contact could have all been quite innocent and meaningless. But god he was starting to want this so badly.
The lustful urges of pubescence were tickling his insides again. 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 across the hall as he changed into his own bathing suit.
Ethan picked up the still damp Speedo that he had worn earlier that day with Ellis, and he stepped into the leg openings, then pulled it up his smooth lean thighs. He looked down to see that he had a full blown erection now, his four inch boy tube was standing up 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, trying to tuck himself inside of it as tied the drawstring. It was so obvious, this lump of boy flesh pushing out against the thin fabric. 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 eager 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 suddenly 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 so totally awesome from behind. The tight bathing suit he wore snugged against his bum, leaving a distinct crease down the middle, clearly defining each hemisphere of his bum, which flexed tautly with every step he took. Ethan shuddered as he looked at it, and then forced himself to look away.
Finally downstairs they went out back through the gardens, and up the worn travertine steps to the pool area. Trevor tossed his towel onto one of the chairs, and with a brilliant smile he dove into the clear cool water 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.
They swam together for a long while, diving in, trying to swim at least two lengths of the pool entirely underwater. They began repeatedly tossing a £1 coin into the pool, diving in to try and catch it before it settled on the bottom. Indeed, they even took a rest at one point, lying on the deck chairs in the late afternoon sun.
Ashford had brought out a tray of lemonade for them at one point, and they sat gulping them down now. Ethan cast furtive looks at the older boy, still mesmerized by raw beauty of his adolescent physic. His frequent looks did not go unnoticed by the English boy though, who smiled quietly, rather enjoying Ethan's attention. Finishing their lemonade, they both hopped up and dove into the pool once more.
The boys began treading water, staying afloat only a foot and a half apart, when Trevor smiled impishly. "Come to the bottom with me." Trevor suggested, his smile growing wider. Ethan nodded back at him, and the two boys took in deep breaths of air. Trev reached forward and lightly put his hands on Ethan's upper arms, and Ethan did the same.
Holding loosely onto one another's arms, they sunk down below the surface of the pool, descending slowly to the bottom. Their bare feet touched softly on the bottom as they hung weightlessly there for several seconds. In the clear water, Ethan could see Trevor smile at him again, and he happily smiled back.
Then, Trev 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 their noses touched tip to tip, in this odd underwater game. Another pause, and then, just like that Trevor closed the gap, and pressed his slightly parted lips onto Ethan's.
Ethan's eyes went wide for a second in shear surprise. His head pulled back and still underwater, he looked incredulously at Trevor. Suddenly out of breath, he kicked his legs and surfaced. Trevor popped up just in front of him, and they looked at each other awkwardly for a moment. "Bloody hell..." Ethan breathed.
"I uh... I hope that didn't put you off." Trevor wondered; his green eyes gleaming.
"Nu... No, I mean... No..." Ethan sputtered "I... It just... Bloody hell." he repeated, and down below he could feel his own penis throb, stretching the fabric of his thin blue Speedo. Trevor smiled his boyish grin again, and cocked his head slightly.
"Again?" he suggested, taking a deep breath and disappearing under the surface. Ethan took a hurried breath and followed him under. The boys stopped, face to face again, and looked at each other bleary eyed under the water.
This time when Trevor leaned inward Ethan met him half way, and their slightly parted lips, pressed together. Time stood still again, as the excited, stimulating kiss lingered on for several seconds. 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 into the pool with a sudden hot pulse of his young boy seed. Trevor could feel the momentary 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 under water discharge. Either way, Ethan's sexual growth 'spurt', had just taken him to the next level...
~ End of Chapter Four ~
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*Excerpt From Previous Chapter:
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.... *
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With his training session over for the day, eleven year old Ellis stood in his damp training singlet, dripping sweat as he was 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 so nice. The boy had also slipped out of his dance shoes and ankle socks as well, and he stood there now wearing nothing but the snug Lycra singlet, pulled down so low on his hips that Ethan could see top of his porcelain white pubic rise in front, and the first two inches of the boy’s butt crease in back.
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 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's hard work, but 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 still peeled down enticingly low in front; 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 now as he continued to stare at that slight rise of creamy smooth skin just above the turned down folds of 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 Lycra singlet.
“Guess we should go.” Ellis suggested, as he pulled a small towel from his sports bag. “Ashford is probably waiting out front with the limo.” He wiped the sweat from his face, and hung the towel loosely around his neck. The boys gathered up his things, and headed for the front door, where Ellis waved timidly in greeting to another young boy who was sitting just inside one of the other studios near the entrance.
Pushing the front doors open, they stepped outside into the dazzling warm sunlight. Not spotting Ashford at once, they decided to wait in the car park for awhile until he showed up. The boys stood just outside for several minutes, chatting casually while they waited, and Ethan eagerly asked a number of questions about some of the amazing things that he’d seen Ellis do during his dance routine.
They moved away from the front of the building, deciding to sit on one of the railings which separated the building from the parking area. Ellis was still wearing nothing but the singlet, which was still pulled down low around his waist, so that his body could cool down. As they talked though, 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 then?” 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 somewhere close behind them now. “Got it pulled down real low so your boyfriend there can give you a blow job?” The teen quipped. 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. But 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…” the teen 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 then?”
“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 that's 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 firmly 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 pretty cool. Really cool actually.
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, where 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 would rather stay at the manor and continue swimming. And with that, 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 only in his own towel and leaning casually against the door jamb.
It was muscle memory perhaps that caused Ethan 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 this silly boyhood shyness of his; 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 now, 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 perhaps a little shy about talking so openly like this.
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 boy 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 had swollen quickly, and he was almost fully erect now, his foreskin stretched more tightly around his glans.
The youngster showed no sign of embarrassment, and made no effort to hide his stiffy. In fact, he 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. This all felt a little awkward to him, but the flow of adrenalin was making him feel euphoric at the same time; 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 that his own youthful penis was fully engorged now as well, sticking up and thrumming softly against his pubic mound with each gentle pulse of his heart.
His eyes opened wider in shocked surprise, and once again his natural impulse was to cover himself with the towel. He started to hide himself, but Ellis stayed his hand. “Yours looks wicked awesome…” the youngster praised, and he grinned warmly up at Ethan.
Ethan stared blankly back at him for a moment, his heart beating rapidly with excitement as the boy's words sunk in; and when they finally did he blushed, and smiled softly at his young friend. “Shit yours looks so cool…" Ethan breathed. He was totally amped up by the sight of it. "So, what does it feel like? I mean, can I maybe… Like, you know, touch your foreskin thingy?” Ethan sputtered.
His question was met with a warm smile from the young English boy still sitting by his side. Ellis didn’t answer though, instead he actually took his own 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. He shuddered excitedly. Someone else was touching his penis. For the very first time in his life, someone else was touching his penis. The feeling was electric. Wildly strange and scary, and weird, and absolutely wonderful all at the same time…
He shuddered again, licking his dry lips, and he closed his eyes for a long moment in pure excited pleasure at the other boy's soft touch. This was.... Awesome. So amazingly awesome. Ethan swallowed, and opened his eyes; looking down at his own penis, still clutched gently in the younger boy's soft warm fingers.
He swallowed again, and glanced over at Ellis' young boy parts. The eleven-year-old's three and a half inch stiff tube was raised and pointing sharply outward. His thin sheath of foreskin was stretched, leaving a small nubbin of flesh perched over the tip of his nob.
Ethan licked dry lips, and slowly, deliberately, he reached out his 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 wasn't it? His fingers dipped, and gently touched the fleshy foreskin covering the cherry tip of the younger boy’s penis.
Instant excitement! His own penis jerked with a stimulated pulse which was so intense that it made Ellis giggle again. Had he looked, Ethan would have seen a glistening droplet of precum already forming at his own pee slit...
The boys looked at each other a moment, 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 boylike wonder.
Ethan felt his own turgid tube twitch several times again, seemingly beyond his control, and still being held firmly between Ellis’ youthful fingers. He finally looked down at himself now, and this time he wasn't surprised to see several pearly wet droplets clinging to the tip of his boyhood.
This time it was Ellis’ eyes that went wide as he watched the droplets form. Curiosity took the best of young English boy, and he moved his forefinger boldly, sliding his fingertip through the sticky thick wetness. He looked up questioningly at Ethan.
“It’s like, semen.” Ethan explained. “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 and long hair made him look girlishly cute, but in an undeniably boylike way. Ethan smiled nervously, and then he looked down at the other boy’s stiff three and a half inch spike again, which he was still firmly holding onto.
He squeezed it tenderly, and then moved his fingers downward experimentally, sliding Ellis’ foreskin back off 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, with wonderment in his eyes. His insides were starting to tingle as he played with it, and then he looked up at Ellis.
“Have you ever jerked off?” Ethan asked, suddenly feeling curious.
“Well, yeah…” 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.
“Yeah, course I do too…” He replied openly.
“Do you like, squirt stuff yet?” Ellis queried, as he glanced down to see yet 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 mean, I'm only eleven. But I do get some sticky wet stuff just on my bell end when I do it long enough… Trevor said I’m probly’ a few months away from actually squirting anything 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…” The boy added.
And stuff? Ethan thought. Wonder what ‘and stuff’ means? Ellis suddenly squeezed his dick again just then, and Ethan was so stimulated now that he had to tense up to stop himself from going over the edge. "Oh fuuuu..." he breathed, trying desperately not to cum. The boys sat silently for a moment, as if contemplating.
Shit, Ethan had never expected, or even thought about anything like this. To be openly naked in front of others; and actually let someone see him with a boner... To have sexual thoughts about other boys... And now, to actually be touching another boy's private parts. Where the hell did this all come from all of a sudden? But he didn't have time to consider this thought, as Ellis spoke out...
“So… Maybe, if you want... We could have a wank strait away?” Ellis suggested somewhat hesitantly; and he looked tentatively at Ethan, his eyebrows rose curiously, awaiting the older boy's answer.
“We uh... We could do that, I guess…” Ethan considered nervously. The younger 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 wooden headboard.
Ethan pulled himself cautiously up alongside the other boy, and they sat there closely together, their silky smooth, hairless legs touching warmly; which added to the naughty excitement they were both experiencing at that moment. The boys sat timidly glancing back and forth at one another, both 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. Not 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 with his best friend, but never, ever anything like this, and it was kind of scary actually.
Ethan glanced down at the younger boy’s stiff member again, and then back up into his soft green eyes. Ellis did the same, his eyes drifting back and forth as he watched in excited anticipation. The young Brit actually had more experience at this kind of thing, having jerked off with Trevor several times in the past; and with his eyes fixed firmly now on the twelve-year-olds four inch erection, Ellis finally took hold of his own stiffy and slowly began to massage it.
Ethan watched him for several seconds, his heart thrumming in his chest. But the sight of the younger boy stroking himself was too much for his pubescent hormones to resist. He looked at his own stiff pickle, and then took it into the fingertips of his left hand and started stroking himself
His eyes kept a steady gaze on the younger boy’s rigid tube, mesmerized by the sight of his fleshy foreskin, slipping snuggly up and down over the boy's purplish, moist looking cherry. Shit it just looked so friggen erotic...
His own fingers began to pump more vigorously now with the visual stimulation he was receiving. Ellis was doing much the same. His eyes flitted back and forth from his own young penis, to Ethan’s straining boytool, which had already leaked another drop of sticky syrup from its reddened pee slit. The youngster’s mouth sagged open slightly, and the tip of his tongue wiggled sensually in and out just between his parted lips.
Ethan began to moan softly with pleasure after a few minutes, and the younger boy looked up to see that 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 warmly together. Their bare feet were deliberately rubbing softly against one another's, and all this skin on skin contact only added to the erotic feelings. Ethan moaned again, and Ellis seemed to squeak, almost in response with his higher pitched prepubescent voice.
“Oh geeze, ohhh…” Ellis began to squirm and sigh, his tight little bum wiggling slightly on the bedcover, causing his hips to bump against Ethan’s. The English boy's firm dancer’s legs began to flex and twitch. Ethan watched him now, almost unblinking, his gaze held as if by some hypnotic spell, and his own insides began to churn with physical excitement.
Almost instinctively, Ethan’s right hand drifted over and settled warmly on the inside of Ellis’ firm thigh, holding him there. He raised two fingers, somehow wanting to touch the younger boy's swaying testicles. The back of his fingers rubbed against the soft, smooth sac, and he shivered with delight. Both boys began to moan in a sensuous harmony now… “Ohhhhh, uhhhhhh…” Ellis chirped, as his face twisted with untold youthful pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut, his mouth sagged open further…
As Ethan watched, he heard the younger boy chirp and moan again, then he felt Ellis' thigh tighten suddenly beneath his palm. The youngster’s loose sac of testicular marbles drew up snuggly to his body, and with one last long squeal, he burst into an intense, heaving dry orgasm. Ethan watched wide eyed, as he saw the other boy's purplish cherry bloat, as it strained to expel its invisible payload. But not totally invisible, was it... Two clear, watery drops rolled lucidly from Ellis’ reddened slit… The youngster shuddered violently; his body a rigid knot of energy.
The whole thing proved too much for Ethan, and it pushed him over the edge. The sight of the younger boy dripping his immature boy juice was by far the most erotic sight he’d ever seen. Ethan moaned and he grunted primordially; his legs twitched, causing his bare foot to strain against the other boy.
He was there… The overload of visual stimulation strangled his resistance, and his young body launched into its own wild orgasm. Ethan ejaculated forcefully, sending the first volley of boy seed up into the air, and then again… Expelling gooey spurts of boy seed that spattered haphazardly with no regard for location.
Ellis had only 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 croaked excitedly. “That's 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, so that he could rub the tip of his own exposed glans against Ethan’s sticky bell end.
Ethan jerked and threw his head back, pulling his still sensitive glans away, but only for a second; and then the two boys, both 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 wet kiss. Lubricated with sticky boy spunk, it felt awesome, and once again unlike any thing Ethan had even imagined before. Today was clearly a wild day of firsts…
After several long seconds Ellis rolled back closely alongside his friend, resting his head against Ethan's shoulder. They glanced at each timidly, almost embarrassed now at what they’d just done; almost instinctively 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 down 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 craned his head upward and returned the gentle kiss to the corner of Ethan’s mouth. 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 lay there resting, with the damp towel laid loosely over his mid section.
“Think I may need a shower.” Ethan commented, as he glanced down at his stomach, and used his palm to smudge multiple wet spots around his skin. He scooted off over the side of the bed and stood, carefully wrapping his towel around his middle. He smiled as he looked back at Ellis, who seemed already 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 all the things that had happened today. When his thoughts came around to the part about masturbating with the other boy he smiled, and 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 naughty 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, appealingly more mature. There was the signature of adolescence 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 adorably loveable. But Trevor… Trevor was in that pubescent groove. His body was boyishly young, but starting to define itself. His smile was infectious, his green 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 young Ellis dozing there on the bed as another brief smile spread his lips, and feeling surprisingly content, 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 made his way downstairs.
Ashford had returned from the market by then, and Ethan found him in the large kitchen area, stocking the groceries away. He wandered into the kitchen, and hopped up limberly 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 young-un.” 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 as 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 and the like."
“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. "Standin' up for Ellis the way you did..." 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 even able to appreciate such things. Finally opening his eyes, he strolled over the expansive lawn and angled over 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, with 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 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… Yeah, 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 could'a been there though.” Trevor replied sincerely. The comment surprised Ethan a little. He was happy just knowing that Trevor had actually been thinking about him today.
“Come on, let’s see a few more of your serves then.” Trevor suggested.
“I’ll try.” Ethan responded. "But I'm not very good..." 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 with a slight smile, and he walked up close beside 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 at his side. It was rather 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 freshly ashed 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 a step, 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.
“Yeah.” Trevor smiled warmly. “Yeah, 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 when 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; or perhaps, fantasies. Ethan blushed, and looked down.
"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. Were there secret meanings to Trev's words? Other intentions beyond having a simple 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 it was just wishful thinking on Ethan's part. He was so enamored with the older boy, that he easily could be reading into it, all the suggestive talk, and the playful physical contact could have all been quite innocent and meaningless. But god he was starting to want this so badly.
The lustful urges of pubescence were tickling his insides again. 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 across the hall as he changed into his own bathing suit.
Ethan picked up the still damp Speedo that he had worn earlier that day with Ellis, and he stepped into the leg openings, then pulled it up his smooth lean thighs. He looked down to see that he had a full blown erection now, his four inch boy tube was standing up 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, trying to tuck himself inside of it as tied the drawstring. It was so obvious, this lump of boy flesh pushing out against the thin fabric. 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 eager 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 suddenly 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 so totally awesome from behind. The tight bathing suit he wore snugged against his bum, leaving a distinct crease down the middle, clearly defining each hemisphere of his bum, which flexed tautly with every step he took. Ethan shuddered as he looked at it, and then forced himself to look away.
Finally downstairs they went out back through the gardens, and up the worn travertine steps to the pool area. Trevor tossed his towel onto one of the chairs, and with a brilliant smile he dove into the clear cool water 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.
They swam together for a long while, diving in, trying to swim at least two lengths of the pool entirely underwater. They began repeatedly tossing a £1 coin into the pool, diving in to try and catch it before it settled on the bottom. Indeed, they even took a rest at one point, lying on the deck chairs in the late afternoon sun.
Ashford had brought out a tray of lemonade for them at one point, and they sat gulping them down now. Ethan cast furtive looks at the older boy, still mesmerized by raw beauty of his adolescent physic. His frequent looks did not go unnoticed by the English boy though, who smiled quietly, rather enjoying Ethan's attention. Finishing their lemonade, they both hopped up and dove into the pool once more.
The boys began treading water, staying afloat only a foot and a half apart, when Trevor smiled impishly. "Come to the bottom with me." Trevor suggested, his smile growing wider. Ethan nodded back at him, and the two boys took in deep breaths of air. Trev reached forward and lightly put his hands on Ethan's upper arms, and Ethan did the same.
Holding loosely onto one another's arms, they sunk down below the surface of the pool, descending slowly to the bottom. Their bare feet touched softly on the bottom as they hung weightlessly there for several seconds. In the clear water, Ethan could see Trevor smile at him again, and he happily smiled back.
Then, Trev 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 their noses touched tip to tip, in this odd underwater game. Another pause, and then, just like that Trevor closed the gap, and pressed his slightly parted lips onto Ethan's.
Ethan's eyes went wide for a second in shear surprise. His head pulled back and still underwater, he looked incredulously at Trevor. Suddenly out of breath, he kicked his legs and surfaced. Trevor popped up just in front of him, and they looked at each other awkwardly for a moment. "Bloody hell..." Ethan breathed.
"I uh... I hope that didn't put you off." Trevor wondered; his green eyes gleaming.
"Nu... No, I mean... No..." Ethan sputtered "I... It just... Bloody hell." he repeated, and down below he could feel his own penis throb, stretching the fabric of his thin blue Speedo. Trevor smiled his boyish grin again, and cocked his head slightly.
"Again?" he suggested, taking a deep breath and disappearing under the surface. Ethan took a hurried breath and followed him under. The boys stopped, face to face again, and looked at each other bleary eyed under the water.
This time when Trevor leaned inward Ethan met him half way, and their slightly parted lips, pressed together. Time stood still again, as the excited, stimulating kiss lingered on for several seconds. 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 into the pool with a sudden hot pulse of his young boy seed. Trevor could feel the momentary 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 under water discharge. Either way, Ethan's sexual growth 'spurt', had just taken him to the next level...
~ End of Chapter Four ~
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