Ethan And The Ball Boy
Chapter 07
* 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:
Ethan smiled tenderly to himself. God that little waif was so adorably cute, and their little naughty boy play had been so fantastically delightful. He closed his eyes for a moment, and suddenly wondered what it would be like to actually have, like, real sex with the younger boy.
In his minds eye he tried to picture it, and he imagined himself behind the youngster, gently slipping his penis up inside of him. Weaving his fingers into those long blond locks of his golden hair and humping it into him...
He opened his eyes, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Wow. He'd actually envisioned himself actually 'doing it' with another boy. For Ethan, this was certainly something entirely new. He'd never thought it out this far before, I mean, being horny and messing around a bit with another boy was one thing wasn't it? But this. This was the first time he had ever actually thought about having intercourse. With anyone.
And then just as quickly, and still feeling a bit embarrassed by his thoughts, he began to think about Trevor. He wondered what it might be like to have actual sex with him. What it might feel like to have Trevor sticking his slender English boy steak up inside of him. He shivered slightly and felt his insides start to tingle, his penis start to move again. 'Yeah..." he thought, 'Yeah that would be interesting wouldn't it? It might even be pretty cool...' *
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After a refreshing shower, Ethan spent the next few hours with young Ellis. For a long while they strolled around the expansive grounds of the Estate. The Hetherington's were a long tenured family here in Bristol England, dating back some several centuries. At one time, the estate had sprawled across some twenty six hundred acres of the beautiful English countryside.
In decades past, the Hetherington Foundation had donated over a thousand acres to King and Crown for a sanctuary and preservation effort; yet they retained nearly fifteen hundred acres to this very day.
The boys had walked some of the trails that wound through the properties, boyishly exploring some of the forested areas surrounding the Manor. Having returned now, the two lads lay out by the pool simply enjoying the afternoon sun.
They talked freely about things while reclining on lounge chairs; with Ethan showing great interest, and asking questions about Ellis' love of dancing. The young English boy was animated with his answers, clearly happy that Ethan was taking such an interest in something which the boy so clearly loved.
And Ethan was interested. He had been inspired by Ellis' abilities, and he loved to see the excitement on the younger boys face now as he talked about it, and as he stood at times to demonstrate a particular dance move. Ethan smiled encouragingly, and at the same time he allowed his eyes to wander over the youngster’s lean physique.
The fact that the boy was wearing his small white Speedo, only enhanced Ethan's interest. The younger boys tan stood out in brilliant contrast with the tiny white garment, and the tight bulbs of his bum, and the distinct rounded bulge at the front captivated Ethan's attention even more.
Ethan was quite aware of this newly acquired attraction, and he pondered the meaning of it now. Before this trip to England he had considered himself quite ordinary, with regards to his sexuality. A twelve year old boy, enjoying his entry into puberty. He'd never actually stopped to consider any of it actually. What boy does?
One day it's all about toys and childish pursuits; and suddenly the door to adolescence opens, and a whole new world presents itself. It's a natural transition that requires little thought, and other than masturbation, very little effort.
He looked again at Ellis, and smiled curiously. Why was he attracted to this boy? And not just him, but to the older boy, Trevor, as well. Puberty does a lot of strange things to a boy. Awakening this, and 'stiffening' that. One's body changes, his thoughts change, and his penis, which had heretofore been merely a tool of excretion, now took on a wonderful new function.
Whatever the reason that Ethan was attracted to the other boys, it seemed to be out of his control. Be it blind curiosity, simple pubescent horniness, or a deep meaningful attraction, it didn't matter. He had no control over it in any event.
"Gettin' excited are you?" Ellis voice suddenly penetrated his ears.
"What..?" Ethan replied, returning from his séance-like trance. Ellis smiled and nodded at his groin.
"You've got a bit of a 'budgie' going on mate..." Ellis giggled. Ethan looked down, blushed, and instinctively covered himself with his hand. Yet another of puberty’s playful qualities. Unannounced budgies...
Ethan got up quickly from the lounge chair and dove into the pool, surfacing sheepishly several yards from the edge. "Awe..." Ellis smiled, “Don't hide it from me... We're old mates, yer budgie and me..." he laughed. Ethan shook his head, and couldn't help but giggle as well at the younger boy's comment. The younger boy joined him in the pool shortly, and the two lads swam around for another half hour or so.
Some time later the boys noticed in the distance, the familiar black town car pulling up the long and winding cobbled drive. It was Ashford of course, returning Trevor back from his day of ball boy duties at the Wimbledon Tournament. The boys hopped up from the lounge chairs by the pool, and meandered around to the front of the manor to greet them.
The car pulled up to the front and rolled to a stop near the walkway, where Trev hopped out of the car. He had ridden up front with Ashford; something he preferred to do when there weren't others riding in the vehicle. Ashford had been with the family since long before he was born, and for Trevor, the chauffer / houseman felt much more like family than an indentured employee.
"Oye, what's this then?" Trevor greeted his cousin and Ethan. "Don't usually get a welcoming committee do I." he smiled, noting both boys were in their swimsuits.
"Hey Trev." Ethan greeted, with a friendly smile.
"How was it today?" Ellis wondered.
"Good thanks." Trevor replied happily. "Got to work three matches today. And, look at this." he beamed. Trevor reached into his daypack and carefully pulled out a program, showing it to the other boys.
Right there on the cover in blue ink, was John McEnrow's autograph. "Whoa..." Ethan grinned. "How'd you manage that?" Trevor turned an excited glance at him.
"Just lucky I guess. We're not supposed to bother the celebs, but he came down to do an interview with one of the players in the lockers after the match. He remembered me from the day I got hit with David Ferrer's tennis racquet, and he actually stopped to say hello. I couldn't resist then could I." Trevor beamed again, proudly holding the memento.
"That's cool." Ethan offered.
"I know, right..." Trevor grinned, tucking it carefully back into his bag. Just about then another vehicle was pulling slowly up the drive. It was the white Range Rover, with Ethan's dad, and Mr. and Mrs. Hetherington. They were returning from their business meetings in Bristol, and the vehicle pulled up and stopped behind the big town car.
"Well, are we having another meeting here in the drive?" Ethan's father remarked with a smile, as he got out of the car.
"Hi dad." Ethan greeted him. The Hetherington's got out as well, and Trevor quickly showed his parents the signed souvenir program.
"Nice son." Charles Hetherington replied. "How did it go today at the tourney?"
"It was a good day. I worked three matches, and I got to watch part of the Roger Federer match on court two. Man he's good... “Trevor decided excitedly. "Makes me wanna' go out back and play."
"Hmm... We could do that. Might be just the thing." Mr. Hetherington decided. He looked at Ethan and his dad. "You two up for a casual game of doubles?" he queried. Ethan glanced at his dad and nodded happily.
The adults went on inside to change, while the boys headed through the gardens, and around back toward the grass tennis court. Ethan quickly altered course and grabbed up his Nike trainers from beside the swimming pool where he'd left them, and the boys crossed the lawn to the courts.
Selecting a racquet from the stationary locker, Ethan glanced at Trevor. "I'll prob'ly suck..." he offered.
"Not to worry mate. It's just for fun. We'll mix it up a bit, change partners around, alright... Besides, it might be a bit distracting for me; you still wearing your swim suit and all. Ethan glanced down at himself. He'd all but forgotten that he was still wearing the small swim suit from before.
"Um... Maybe I should go and get changed as well." He pondered.
"No way. You look fine to me." Trevor answered, an impish little grin on his face, which caused Ethan to blush slightly.
The boys began warming up, casually batting the ball back and forth over the net. Trevor was very, very good of course. Even at thirteen, Tennis was his sport, and having had professional instruction he had become quite a strong youth player.
Ethan was just a twelve-year-old who messed around once in awhile. He'd played with his father, and with some of his friends back home, but nothing serious. The fact that he was certainly the athletic type was quite helpful.
After several minutes, Ethan's dad, and Mr. Hetherington strode down to the court, suitably attired. The two adults warmed up for several minutes, and finally ready, they broke into teams. For now, the two boys would play together against the adults, and they would change up the teams after playing a set.
It was just a casual game for fun, but of course competition sometimes inspires a little more effort. Trevor's father was a fair player, he'd played quite often with colleagues, and they were members of the Bristol Tennis Club; but for him, it was just for sport.
Ethan's father wasn't a beginner either. He had played a little back in college, and he and Ethan occasionally went down to the local courts just to bat the ball around. So the four of them played a casual, but spirited set.
Trevor played all the time, and he was clearly the best among them, and if he had turned it on, he would surely have won handily. As it was, they kept it spirited but fun, with the boys finally winning the set, six games to five, with the tiebreaker.
Ashford had brought out a tray with a pitcher of lemonade and glasses for all; which was a welcome time out for the adults between sets. Trevor meanwhile, stayed on the court and batted the ball around playfully with his younger cousin Ellis. Ethan joined them, and couldn't help but enjoy the sight of young Ellis running around the court wearing nothing but his white Speedo, still barefoot and topless.
Ellis really wasn't into tennis that much, so it wasn't like he felt left out or anything. He was happy to watch the others play, and occasionally he would bat the ball against the rebound wall just off the court.
Ready to go again, they switched the teams around. This time, Ethan and his father were on one side, with Trevor and his father on the other. The Hetherington's won out in the end, but it was a quite a fun time, which they all really enjoyed. Ethan hugged his father warmly when they had finished, and he smiled up at him thoughtfully.
There was never enough of this at home, Ethan thought. His father was always so busy with his work. And when his mother had passed away two years ago, Ethan's dad seemed to spend even more time working. His way of coping, Ethan supposed. But he missed spending time with his father; so this precious time together really meant a lot to him. A feeling that seemed to be reflected in his father's eyes, as he smiled down at his boy.
It was early evening now, and the boys headed off to the pool to swim and cool down. They were joined by the adults shortly, after they had gone inside to change into suitable swimwear.
For Ethan, it was more time to spend with his father, as they all swam about, enjoying a wonderful, if not rare evening in each other's company. After half an hour, Ashford had come out to the courtyard with a large plate of steaks and hamburgers, which much to everyone's surprise, Mr. Hetherington began grilling on a large outdoor grill off the pool deck.
The smell of grilled meat quickly filled the courtyard, leaving everyone's mouth watering in eager anticipation. Ashford brought out other trays of condiments, side salads and other scrumptious offerings. They all dove into the food and sat casually, eating and chatting around two outdoor tables; the boys enjoying the less formal dining of the bar-b-cue.
Ethan went back to the grill for another hamburger, which Ashford dutifully loaded onto his plate. Ethan glanced up at the Houseman, set the plate down, and sliced the giant burger in half; then handed one half to Ashford with a big smile.
"Come on..." he said warmly, "Share with me." The Houseman glanced back toward the Hetherington's, then back at Ethan. With a little conspiratorial wink at the boy, he took a big bite of the juicy burger.
"Mmm... Now that's the ticket aw'right..." he mumbled, smiling slyly at Ethan. He nodded at the boy and happily finished the tasty burger. When everyone had eaten their fill, Ashford disappeared into the manor for several minuets, returning shortly with a platter of freshly sliced, cold watermelon. There was also a bowl of fresh strawberries and small pitcher of sweet cream which he set on the table in front of everyone.
Ethan's mouth watered again, he loved chilled watermelon, and he had become quite fond of the English tradition of strawberries n' cream for a nice tasty desert treat. Everyone enjoyed the sweet and juicy offerings, and after finishing up, the adults continued to sit outdoors and talked into the evening.
The three boys had excused themselves from the table, and they spent the next hour floating in the pool on inflatable mattresses, tossing a tennis ball playfully around between them; splashing each other when opportunity presented itself... After a time, the adults had decided to head indoors, wanting to go downstairs to take a steam in the sauna, and perhaps sample some wine from the in house wine cellar which was also located down there.
The boys declined however. Half the fun of the steam room was chatting boyishly, and playfully messing with one another. None of the boys had any desire to see their parents nearly naked and sweating in the steam. I mean yuck, who needs to see that...
So the boys headed indoors eventually, and sprawled themselves out in the library, where the huge television and game console were set up. Ellis lay on the leather couch near Ethan, leaning back against him while they played Nintendo. The youngster was still wearing his white Speedo, and nothing more; and it was all Ethan could do just to concentrate on playing the game.
He and Trevor also exchanged frequent, if not meaningful glances. Their recent physical encounter the previous day, and the conversation they'd had, seemed to be on both their minds. They were both hoping for a little alone time, but neither boy wanted to ditch Ellis. They'd just have to wait until the opportunity presented itself.
That opportunity wouldn't come until the following day however. Later in the evening after the boys had retired up to their rooms on the third floor, Ethan and Trevor assumed they might get a little private time to themselves. In fact, after getting ready for bed, Trevor crossed the hall and quietly knocked on Ethan's door. Ethan told him to come in, and Trevor, wearing a simple white tank top and white cotton briefs, entered the room.
He climbed up onto Ethan's bed, and the two boys sat against the headboard and chatted quietly for a few minutes. They glanced at each other furtively, each hoping the other might suggest a little boyplay or the like. But just before it had actually come to that, a timid knock came rapping at Ethan's door.
The panel opened slowly, and young Ellis poked his head timidly inside. "Can I come in?" he asked softly. The older boys looked at each other and smiled awkwardly in mutual consent.
"Come on then..." Trevor offered. Ellis grinned broadly and jauntily came into the room, shutting the door behind him. The youngster was only wearing his thin pair of pajama shorts, and he hurried across to the king sized bed, hopping up to join the others. He sat with his legs crossed, looking at the older boys.
"Not interuptin' anything am I..." he smiled coyly.
"Well not now..." Trevor replied with a wry smile, as he playfully threw a pillow smacking Ellis with it. The boy giggled, and grabbed the pillow, holding onto it in his lap. He glanced back and forth between Ethan and Trevor and smiled knowingly; he knew what was on their minds...
"So..." He prodded. "We gonna mess about then, or just sit here like right twits."
"What..." Ethan wondered, "You mean, like the three of us?"
"Well yeah, why not." Ellis prompted rhetorically. "It's not like it’s a big secret or anything. I know what you're both up to, don't I." He shrugged. "We've all done it before haven't we... So, can I join in, or what?"
Trevor and Ethan looked at each other. Ethan was feeling a little awkward now. Sure, he'd messed around and jerked off with Ellis, and with Trevor. But it seemed a little different somehow, the three of them playing around together. That seemed kind of embarrassing.
"I don't care." Trevor said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Me neither." Ellis grinned, as he looked at Ethan. "So... You wanna..?" Ethan looked sheepishly at the other boys for a moment, but his lips finally curled into a playful grin.
Ellis smiled and tossing the pillow up by the headboard he quickly squirmed around, sliding tightly in-between the other boys with his back against the wooden panel.
Innocently he fingered himself through his pajama bottoms, and he looked back and forth at the other boys. It felt awkward at first, but within seconds, though still somewhat shyly they all sat there fingering themselves purposefully.
It didn't take long for tents to be pitched, thus leaving little doubt about where this was headed. Trevor finally raised his hips and slipped his white briefs down his legs. Ethan watched, his eyes wide with excitement as Trevor loosely wrapped his fingers around his beautifully erect boy spike. Ellis was quick to follow, slipping out of his PJ bottoms, exposing his three and a half inch pickle.
Ethan looked on still, excitement gleaming in his eyes. The two uncircumcised boys looked so awesome, and without further prompting he shinnied out of his own briefs, freeing his four inch, upraised sausage. With all this exposed visual stimuli, the boys began to masturbate together, each inspired by watching the others. It was in Ethan's mind, totally cool.
He licked dry lips, then smiled as he watched Trevor slide his foreskin up and down, over his purple crown, with each dutiful stroke. Ellis' foreskin on the other hand, stayed up cloaking his glans, as his finger tips pumped rigorously over his own youthful tool. Shit it was so awesome, and Ethan stroked his own boy link, not taking his eyes off the other two.
It wasn't long before their legs and feet had found each other, and touched skin to skin down below, as if linking each others sexual energy. They each continued their personal assaults as low boylike moans began flitting around the room like excited ghosts.
"Oh man..." Ellis squeaked, the tip of his tongue wetting his lips. Trevor licked his own fingertips, then applied the wetness to his plum colored tip, lubricating himself further. His eyes closed in supple pleasure.
Ethan was mesmerized by this impromptu circle jerk that was playing out alongside him; the naughty nature of it seemed to fuel his own excitement. He moved his left hand, resting it warmly on Ellis' tanned thigh. The youngster glanced at him and smiled, then put his own hand affectionately on top of Ethan's.
The soft cooing moans continued to dance about the room, with Trevor the first to spill a clear drop of sticky precum. It dripped down his strained purple plum, and he swiped his thumb over it, rubbing it pleasurably over his enlarged tip. "Oh, ohh fu...." he breathed gutturally.
Ethan's insides were on the rise now, and several drops of pre-orgasmic honey leaked from his reddened slit. Young Ellis' hand darted like a striking snake, swiping the droplets onto his finger. He pulled them back, and with a playful glance at Ethan, he licked them from his fingertip. "Mmm..." he mumbled, "Like strawburries n' cream..."
It was not destined to last long. The boys began to fidget, those glorious tingles building within their youthful loins. Ellis began squirming urgently; his urgent boylike moans belied the impending event. Both Trevor and Ethan watched intently, and they all witnessed the big surprise.
Ellis, whose previous ejaculations had either been dry, or offering up only an oozing drop or two; suddenly found new urgency. It was still only a few droplets, but they shot upward this time in an actual airborne squirt.
Ellis' eyes became like saucers as he watched his immature ejaculation take flight. "Oh man..." he uttered in loud surprise. "Oh man... Did, did you see that? He said aloud, perhaps to himself.
The older boys smiled, but only briefly. The erotic sight of Ellis' ejaculation took them over the top. Ethan grunted suddenly, his balls drawing up in his tightening purse. "Mmmphh, mmmph..." Another rocket launch. Several glistening pulses of boyish spunk jetted from his straining tube; taking flight, before falling in sticky smears onto his torso and left arm... "Uhoooo..." he sighed as the last dribbles escaped with the final throb of his adolescent boyhood.
If Trevor could have held on longer, he would have. But with the excitement of watching the other boys enjoy their intimate release, he was fated to join them. With a growling grunt, his engorged plum seemed to swell, then expel an ample burst of boy seed, quickly followed by several others. The gooey mess seemed to deposit itself wherever it chose, in random splatters... "Uhhhoooo, ohh.... Fuck." he breathed, at last.
The three boys lay there for a minute in contented silence. Ethan glanced across at the others, eyeing the traces of wetness which glistened here and there on taut, tanned skin. He looked at Ellis specifically. "Dude, you actually squirted..." he grinned.
"I know." Ellis responded with a grin of his own. "That was totally wicked..."
"No doubt." Trevor echoed, and reaching out he rubbed a tiny wet spot from the younger boy's tummy.
"That was so Cush..." Ellis mumbled tiredly to himself, as he idly fingered his soft appendage, examining it for further signs of wetness. Trevor looked across at Ethan, smiling at him. It had been a fun experience, the three of them playing like this. But Trevor was still wanting some alone time with Ethan. His feelings ran deeper than the simple boy play of masturbation. He wanted to explore more deeply, his intimate sexual desires.
Ethan met his gaze, and smiled at the older boy, as if to acknowledge those unspoken thoughts; they both knew that Ellis was to have another extended session of dance training tomorrow, and the older boys would have some alone time then.
Trevor looked back at his younger cousin Ellis, who had apparently fallen asleep now between them. It was after eleven pm after all, and having been a long day it was no surprise that they were all feeling a little weary. Trevor looked at Ethan again, and shrugged. "May as well just bunk here for the night then, eh?" he suggested. Ethan glanced at Ellis sleeping quietly beside him.
"Yeah, why not." he smiled. Reaching over to the small bedside nightstand, he retrieved his tee shirt and after using it to wipe off his torso, he handed it to Trevor so that he could do the same. Ethan reached down then and grabbed the soft linen sheet which had been turned down.
Being careful not to waken Ellis he pulled the sheet up to lightly cover the three boys. He and Trevor scootched down from the headboard and settled in, making themselves comfortable in the large bed. "G-night Trev..." he offered quietly.
"Night mate." the English boy returned. It took only a few minutes before the gentle breathing of three sleeping boys floated quietly into the night.
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The following morning brought a brief sprinkling of rain. A passing summer shower, just enough to wet the grounds and send freshened summer smells drifting through the air. The adults had gone out early; their business project refusing to take the day off.
The boys awoke of their own accord, with Trevor being the first to arise. He looked across the bed at the other two boys, a brief smile crossing his lips. Sliding quietly off the edge of the bed, he stood in his briefs peering out the window at the gently falling rain.
With a brief stretch, he turned and headed for the bedroom door, thinking to head down the hall for a shower of his own. As he opened the panel, he saw the Houseman, Ashford, coming down the hallway with a handful of fresh towels for the boys.
"Morning." he offered, followed by a tired yawn.
"Morning Trevor." The Houseman replied, glancing at Ethan's partially opened door. "Having a bit of sleepover are we..." he stated, with a slight smile.
"Uhh, yeah..." Trev agreed. "We uh, were just talking last night and Ellis kinda' fell asleep so, we just kinda' nodded off in there."
"I see." Ashford smirked. "Well, I trust you all had a, stimulating conversation then." The Houseman winked, and continued down the hall toward the bath to replenish the towels.
Trevor continued across to his bedroom, shaking his head with a grin on his face. Ashford was a pretty sharp cookie. He seldom missed anything, and having been with the family for some twenty years, he seemed to have quite an intuition about what was going on in the house; as well as a sterling, albeit dry sense of humor.
Trev grabbed up a change of clothes from his wardrobe and headed back into the hall toward the bath. Ashford had already gone, so Trevor stepped out of his underwear and into the travertine tiled shower stall.
Down the hall, Ethan's eyes fluttered open as he woke to the new day. He felt a cozy warmth pressing in around him, and he glanced down to see that young Ellis was snuggled in against him.
The boy was lying with his arm across Ethan's bare chest, and his leg over top of Ethan's as well. The youngster was nestled in snugly, still snoozing there quite comfortably.
Ethan smiled as he enjoyed the feel of the other boy's warmth against him. Moving his arm slightly, Ethan slid his fingertips gently across the silky smooth skin of the other boy's bare back, stroking him softly there. "Mmm..." he sighed unwittingly. The tender warmth of another human being is indeed a wonderful thing.
It's seldom when a boy can take the time to think about such things. Usually, as a boy, prolonged physical contact with another is brought about by playful roughhousing, and or some sporting activity. More rarely, and less welcomed, a prolonged hug from a parent. This kind of personal contact however, was rare at his age.
Ethan had the presence of mind to feel, take in, and truly enjoy this contact. The soft nakedness of another human soul. Human warmth, radiating and reflecting back that same energy. Ethan cradled the younger boy against him; his hand slid innocently downward, over Ellis' pajama clad bottom.
His palm cupped the supple curve of the younger boy's bum; it just seemed to fit rather naturally there. Closing his eyes, savoring the moment, Ethan moved his palm over the firm warm globe; his fingers trailing innocently into the gentle indent of the boy's warm crease. "Mmm...." he sighed again, contentedly.
Ellis shifted slightly in his sleep, drawing his top leg upward at the knee to where it barely touched the soft crotch of Ethan's briefs. The little nudge sent pleasant feelings through his relaxed and loose scrotum, causing his youthful testicles to draw up slightly.
Ethan sighed in response, and he opened his eyes once again. The young Brit's head was resting softly just on his shoulder, and Ethan breathed in the morning fresh scent of the young boy's long blond hair. It felt soft against his cheek, and he smiled again at the tenderness of the moment. He could feel those gentle tingles stir down below as his boy bits also surrendered to the moment, and began to swell.
There was a gentle knocking at the bedroom door, and Trevor slowly poked his head inside. "Time to get up you two. It's half nine, and Ellis needs to leave at ten."
"Alright, I guess." Ethan replied almost reluctantly. Ellis woke then, at the sound of his voice, and he lifted a sleepy head to peruse his surroundings. He suddenly remembered that he was sleeping in Ethan's bed, and he turned his head to smile up at the American boy whom he was snuggled up to.
"Morning..." he whispered through his boyish smile.
"G-morning." Ethan answered blushing slightly, as he pulled his hand away from the youngster's firm posterior. "Sorry..." he added softly.
"It's ok, I rather liked it." Ellis purred. With a small stretch, the youngster sat up and glanced around the room. Wiping sleep from his eyes, the eleven-year-old crawled out of the bed and padded softly toward the door. "I need a shower..." he mumbled tiredly as he wandered out the room.
Ethan watched the cute boy leave, then reached down beneath the bedcovers and forced his semi erection into a more comfortable position before throwing off the linen sheet and scooting off the bed.
It only took a few minutes for him to dress, and then he stumbled down the hall toward the bathroom. The door stood slightly open, and he could hear the running water of the shower as he continued inside and stepped up to the sink. Behind the distorted glass wall of the shower, he could see Ellis' sleek silhouette, as the boy moved about, bathing himself.
Ethan smiled longingly, wishing he could join the youngster, but now was not the time. After combing his hair and brushing his teeth, Ethan gave one last long look at the blurred figure behind the glass, and with a pensive smirk he left the bath and headed down the back set of stairs to the main floor.
Trevor was already sitting in the small breakfast nook off the kitchen, busily consuming a delicious looking cooked English breakfast. He smiled up at Ethan, nodding for him to sit and eat. The American boy sidled in at the table next to him and snagged a nice piece of bacon from his plate, smiling as he did so.
"You 'ungry this morning?" Ashford suddenly asked from the kitchen. Ethan turned and nodded briskly.
"Yes please..." he smiled as he looked back at the amiable Houseman. It wasn't a minute later that Ashford set a steaming plate of food in front of the boy. Ethan thanked him, and greedily dug into to the generous pile of sausages and scrambled eggs.
Several minutes later young Ellis joined them, sliding in at the table. He helped himself to a sausage link from Ethan's plate, then tipped back a glass of milk, guzzling it down with great thirst.
"What time are we leaving?" The boy asked, dragging the back of his hand across his lips to wipe away his freshly grown milk mustache.
"Shortly." Came the Houseman's reply. "Of course you brought your dancing gear down with you, yes?"
"Yeah... No, wait... No, I forgot." the boy confessed. "I'll run up and get it."
"That's aw'right." Ashford responded, setting the gear bag on the floor beside him. "I knew you'd forget, didn't I; you always do. So I took the liberty of bringing it down for you." Ellis smiled sheepishly at him, and shrugged his shoulders, resigned to his forgetfulness.
"Are you lot coming with me today?" Ellis queried, looking hopefully at his cousin and Ethan.
"Uh... Don't think so." Trevor replied, glancing at Ethan. "Think we'll stay here and see what kind of trouble we can get into." he smiled impishly.
"Awe... I want you to come with." Ellis pleaded.
Ashford glanced at the older boys. It was reasonable to think they might want to spend a bit of time away from the younger boy, who tended to be a little clingy at times.
"I think it's best they stay here." The Houseman intervened. "After your dance trainin', you've got a trip to the dentist ahead of you. A bit borin' for the other lads, don't you think." Ellis scrunched up his face.
"Awe man, that sucks dog tit..." the youngster bemoaned, then clamped his hand over his mouth, surprised he'd said that out loud.
"Indeed." Ashford replied, with raised eyebrows. "Precisely why we don't own a dog..."
The two older boys burst out laughing, and Ellis sat sheepishly regarding his outburst.
"Sorry Ashford." the boy offered quietly. The Houseman smiled amusedly and returned to the kitchen.
"Well, I wish you could come anyway." Ellis remarked.
"Not to worry cousin, we can all go swimming later in the afternoon when you get home." Trev offered, "I promise..."
"All right I guess..." Ellis relented, albeit halfheartedly.
The boys finished up their breakfasts, taking their plates into the kitchen, for the help to take care of. Ellis scooped up his gear bag from the floor, and headed outside with Ashford toward the garage. Taking the town car, they tooled off down the long cobble drive, headed for town and their various errands.
"So..." Ethan began, "What kind of trouble are we getting into?" He asked, referring to Trevor's earlier comment. Trevor glanced at him and smiled.
"Come on then... I've just the thing." And with that, the pair headed out the side door off the pantry to the drive. They walked around the side of the great stone manor, following the cobblestones to another structure, which was an unattached garage. Trevor slid open one of the large doors, and Ethan followed him inside to the back of the stone, three car structure.
"How 'bout this then..." Trevor smiled, pointing into the southeast corner of the garage. Sitting there, were two relatively new Honda Recon four wheelers.
"Whoa, cool." Ethan exclaimed, glancing at the older boy.
"Come on, we can ride around the grounds on these if you'd like." Trevor offered, as he unscrewed the gas cap to check the level.
"Um, I've never ridden one of these before." Ethan confessed.
"Its easy mate, I'll show you." Trevor climbed on top of one of them, and instructed Ethan on all the controls and techniques. Ethan had ridden dirt bikes in the past, so he wasn't overwhelmed or the least bit scared of a motorized vehicle.
They started both machines and in moments they rolled them out of the garage, stopping for a moment. "Do we need helmets?" Ethan questioned.
"Can if you want." Trev answered. "They're in the garage. But we're just cruising around on the trails and stuff, we're not racing or anything." Ethan shrugged, and putting the 250cc Honda's in gear, they started off down the cobbled drive. The machines were fairly easy to ride, and the American boy quickly got a hold on it.
"So where we headed?" Ethan wondered, a broad smile on his features.
"Just out and around. The estate is about sixteen hundred acres, so, where ever you want to go. I've got a couple of things I wanna' show you."
The boys continued down the cobbled drive quite a ways, and then Trevor pulled off onto a fairly open trail that veered off through the meadows. The boys were having a great time as they meandered over the rolling terrain, and up into the low hills of the expansive acreage.
"This is so cool..." Ethan beamed, as he rode freely alongside the English boy.
"Knew you'd like it." Trevor flashed back. They stopped on higher ground and shut the engines off for a moment. From this vantage point you could see across miles and miles of the lush English countryside. Trevor pointed out the boundaries of the Hetherington Estate, which seemed to go on forever in all directions.
They lingered there for several minutes, and finally Trevor fired up his four wheeler again. "Come on, we'll cut through the woods and I'll show you something." Ethan followed him down and through one of the many large stands of woods.
There was a small running brook at the bottom of the swale, and the boys stopped there to take a cool refreshing drink from it. The morning clouds had long since dissipated, and the warm sun streamed down on them now. Feeling hot, Ethan pulled off his tee shirt, and tied it securely to the rack on the four wheeler.
Trevor did the same, and the boys mounted their machines again, and rode along over the next meadow-like rise. As they came out of the woods, Ethan noticed another stone structure off in the distance, and this was where they seemed to be headed.
As they neared, he could see that the small stone structure seemed ancient in nature, yet looked to be well maintained. It was almost fairy tale like, and it reminded Ethan of a picture you might see in a children's book; a cottage perhaps from Hansel and Gretel.
"What was this place?" Ethan wondered, as they shut off the machines in front of the structure.
"Used to be the groundskeepers quarters, and a stable, back when we still had horses. Been empty for years..." Trevor replied, stepping off his four wheeler. The exterior of the stone structure was scattered with moss and ivy; and a huge ancient oak tree grew near one side and overhung some of the roof.
"It looks cool..." Ethan breathed. "How old is it?"
"Been here since the early eighteen hundreds, I think." Trevor replied. "Course there's been a little restorative work done on it over the years. The boys walked toward the heavy looking door. It was a thick, stout panel of oak, and Trevor grabbed the heavy iron bolt and pulled it back.
He pushed the door inward, and the boys stepped inside. "Whoa..." Ethan marveled. "Looks like Hagrid's cabin in the Harry Potter movies." The statement caused Trevor to laugh, though the comparison was rather accurate. The English boy went to the table, and with a wooden match, he fired up a more modern lantern,
The interior was modest, with a heavy stone hearth and fireplace along one wall. Ethan could imagine someone cooking in a big metal cauldron, hung in the opening. There was a thick wooden table, with several handcrafted chairs, and on one side there was a stout bed, which had been fitted oddly enough with a modern mattress. It was even made up with sheets and a heavy gray woolen blanket.
"We brought that in." Trevor explained. "Sometimes Ellis and me, or our friends come out and spend the night out here, you know, just for fun.
"That's so cool." Ethan remarked, sliding his hand across the varied stones of the wall. He looked out one of the few windows, which had a thick, heavy old glass which was rather blurry to look through, and it had small bubbles suspended within it.
"That was before they really knew how to make glass." Trevor offered, as he sat down on the heavy bed. Ethan smiled, then sat down next to him; his eyes still perusing the interior.
"It's like your own little castle." he smiled, glancing at the older boy. Trevor smiled back at him, and they sat in awkward silence for a moment, glancing boyishly at one another. "Guess we're alone now." Ethan noted.
"Yeah." Trevor agreed, looking down for a moment at the floor. He glanced back nervously at Ethan, and with the briefest of smiles washing over his lips, he leaned over slowly and touched a gentle kiss on Ethan's cheek.
Ethan averted his eyes shyly, and shivered with curious anticipation. Looking back at Trevor, he leaned ever so slightly in his direction; the older boy leaned in to meet him, and with all the timidness befitting two young boys, they pressed their lips together in an awkward yet much anticipated kiss.
It lasted half a dozen seconds, but it was filled with meaning and intensity. When they pulled apart, both boy's eyes were downcast, slightly embarrassed; but both boys breaths were heavy in their chests.
Ethan looked up. His eyes strayed across the English boy's still bare chest. Soft, smooth, tan, it made him tremble with excitement. The distance between them closed again, and this time they gently wrapped their arms around one another; their mouths open slightly this time as each boy released his inhibitions.
The boys fell back on the bed, side by side and still holding one another, and the playful kiss lingered for some time. They scooted up fully onto the bed now, kicking out of their sneakers as they did so. Ethan could feel the other boy’s firmness pressing through his shorts as their young bodies ground together.
"Oh shit Ethan..." Trevor muttered around their kiss. His hand snuck down between them, and he fumbled to undue the button on the younger boy's shorts. Ethan pulled back slightly, eager to help him. Zipping down his zipper, Ethan slipped his shorts down and off his hip.
Trevor rolled onto his back, and smiling mischievously at Ethan, he slipped off his own shorts and underwear, watching while Ethan pulled his own briefs down, then quickly removed his ankle socks, leaving him naked atop the bed.
The boys looked at each others nakedness, softly stroking one another's bare skin as they did so. Ethan could feel his heart, beating excitedly in his chest as he wrapped his arms around the English boy and pulled them tightly together, their naked bodies painted skin to skin.
Trevor reached down between them, adjusting both of their erect boy sausages so they rested comfortably alongside each other. Both boys smiled, as they looked into each others eyes. They kissed again, as their adolescent torsos rolled as one body across the top of the bed, limbs coiled like snakes as they twisted into various shapes and positions.
Ethan could feel the rising heat of the other boy's skin as they squirmed together in a random, inexperienced ball of flesh. This was instinct driven, the erotic passion of two horny pups, suddenly off the leash for the first time.
Trevor freed himself slightly, and lowering his head he wetly kissed at Ethan's neck, then slowly down and onto his chest, licking and nipping at the American boy's pebble hard nipple.
"Uhh..." Ethan grunted, but he closed his eyes pleasurably. Trevor continued his downward trek, his tongue swilled across and into the twelve-year-olds belly button, causing Ethan to shudder. Lower still, and Trevor's nose was gently nuzzling the fuzzy wisps of Ethan's scant pubic hairs; his warm breath bathing the younger boy's erect prong.
"Oh fuck..." Ethan groaned again as Trevor's wet mouth found and encased his boyhood in a warm, wet tomb. "Oh fuck." he said again, and he shivered at the amazing feeling wrapped around his adolescent peg. Trevor sucked up and down the length of his shaft several times before pulling off to dart his tongue playfully around Ethan's strained crown.
Ethan could only arch his back, his hips pressing forward into the profound pleasure that was assaulting him. "Mmmmm....." a deep throated grunt drifted from him, as Trevor kissed, and licked down his rubbery shaft, nuzzling his testicles now, sucking on them. The younger boy writhed, and claimed fistfuls of the English boy's long blond hair; holding him there, yet nearly wanting to force him away to avoid ejaculating.
Trevor looked upward at him, a look of delight shimmering in his green eyes. A small drooling of precum oozed from Ethan's slit, and spying it, Trevor encompassed his glans again, and licked it like the drippings of a melting ice-cream treat.
"Ohh, ohhhh...." Ethan strained to keep from going over the edge. It was fortunate that the English boy released his tumescent bulb, allowing his near climax to withdraw its steady advance.
Ethan pulled the older boy upward, and they smiled at each other again. A brief tongue exchange took place as they kissed again, and then it was Ethan's turn to follow the skin trail downward.
He licked his way down the English boy's firm torso, stopping only to explore a dime sized nipple, and then again as he swabbed the other boy's indented navel. It was Trevor's turn to moan now, as these new sensations whetted his lean torso. And then Ethan found his pubes. The boy grazed there, enjoying the soft bristles of hair against his probing tongue; while Trev's shaft rubbed against his cheek.
He breathed in the supple scent of the other boy. Had he wanted to, he likely couldn't have found a way to describe it, other than the pure musk of boy... Turning his head, his lips brushed the base of Trev's boylike spike, and he followed it upward to the shiny purple knob.
Ethan's eyes widened at this firsthand close up look at Trevor's nearly five inch erection. He held it in his fingers, examining the faintly veined shaft, studying the smooth breakfast sausage which seemed to throb before his eyes.
"Oh man..." Ethan sighed, as he looked at the slightly reddish ridge surrounding the plum colored knob. He leaned forward, kissing it gently several times. He glanced up at Trevor, but the older boy had his eyes half closed, enjoying the experience. With a little grin, Ethan slipped his upper lip over Trev's crown, then licked softly at it.
The older boy squirmed, and Ethan repeated his taste test, finally encompassing the firm shaft in his mouth and sliding slowly down its length. Trevor squirmed again and cooed softly as the younger boy began bobbing on his organ. "Ohhh shit Ethan..." he moaned. "Oh shit..."
Ethan could taste the mild salty sweet drops of precum, which suddenly spilled from the older boy's slit. "Mmm..." Ethan hummed at the flavorful surprise. He continued his up and down suctioning for a good minute, before Trevor had to pull him off to prevent the inevitable.
The boys coiled and rolled together again, first one boy on top, and then the other, as they ground their naked bodies boyishly against one another. With Ethan on top now, Trevor's right hand found the younger boy's bum, and his probing fingers dipped into the boy's moist, crescent shaped recess. His middle finger toyed at Ethan's spongy opening, massaging it there, and then gently probing into the entrance.
"Mmmph..." Ethan moaned in a pleasurable tone as the digit penetrated his most intimate orifice. "Oh man, oh man..." he muttered softly. Trevor closed his eyes, and pushed his finger deeper into the other boy. In and out, softly, slowly to the second knuckle. "Mmm...." Ethan moaned acceptingly.
Ethan's mind wandered blissfully. The gentle probing at his anus was oddly delightful, and it made him think back to the little fantasy he'd had that morning. Wondering what it would be like to have intercourse with another boy. And then wondering what it would be like to let Trevor have intercourse with him. "Mmmm...." he issued another desire filled moan...
Lifting his head a little, he looked down into Trevor's eyes. A little smile spread his lips. "Fuck me..." Ethan said aloud.
"What?" Trevor asked, not really hearing. He'd been lost in his own pleasurable feelings as Ethan squirmed against him.
"I want you to put your dick in me." Ethan reiterated.
"Are you bloody serious mate?" Trevor queried, smiling curiously.
"I am." The younger boy grinned, as he looked down at the beautiful English boy lying beneath him. He trembled with excitement at the very prospect of it.
Trevor looked at him, searching his face. "Bloody hell... You really want to do this don't you?" he asked. Ethan smiled briefly; then a momentary look of doubt dusted his eyes. It lasted only a second, and then the smile quickly returned.
"I do..." he breathed. "I really want to do this..."
~ End of Chapter Seven ~
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*Excerpt From Previous Chapter:
Ethan smiled tenderly to himself. God that little waif was so adorably cute, and their little naughty boy play had been so fantastically delightful. He closed his eyes for a moment, and suddenly wondered what it would be like to actually have, like, real sex with the younger boy.
In his minds eye he tried to picture it, and he imagined himself behind the youngster, gently slipping his penis up inside of him. Weaving his fingers into those long blond locks of his golden hair and humping it into him...
He opened his eyes, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Wow. He'd actually envisioned himself actually 'doing it' with another boy. For Ethan, this was certainly something entirely new. He'd never thought it out this far before, I mean, being horny and messing around a bit with another boy was one thing wasn't it? But this. This was the first time he had ever actually thought about having intercourse. With anyone.
And then just as quickly, and still feeling a bit embarrassed by his thoughts, he began to think about Trevor. He wondered what it might be like to have actual sex with him. What it might feel like to have Trevor sticking his slender English boy steak up inside of him. He shivered slightly and felt his insides start to tingle, his penis start to move again. 'Yeah..." he thought, 'Yeah that would be interesting wouldn't it? It might even be pretty cool...' *
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After a refreshing shower, Ethan spent the next few hours with young Ellis. For a long while they strolled around the expansive grounds of the Estate. The Hetherington's were a long tenured family here in Bristol England, dating back some several centuries. At one time, the estate had sprawled across some twenty six hundred acres of the beautiful English countryside.
In decades past, the Hetherington Foundation had donated over a thousand acres to King and Crown for a sanctuary and preservation effort; yet they retained nearly fifteen hundred acres to this very day.
The boys had walked some of the trails that wound through the properties, boyishly exploring some of the forested areas surrounding the Manor. Having returned now, the two lads lay out by the pool simply enjoying the afternoon sun.
They talked freely about things while reclining on lounge chairs; with Ethan showing great interest, and asking questions about Ellis' love of dancing. The young English boy was animated with his answers, clearly happy that Ethan was taking such an interest in something which the boy so clearly loved.
And Ethan was interested. He had been inspired by Ellis' abilities, and he loved to see the excitement on the younger boys face now as he talked about it, and as he stood at times to demonstrate a particular dance move. Ethan smiled encouragingly, and at the same time he allowed his eyes to wander over the youngster’s lean physique.
The fact that the boy was wearing his small white Speedo, only enhanced Ethan's interest. The younger boys tan stood out in brilliant contrast with the tiny white garment, and the tight bulbs of his bum, and the distinct rounded bulge at the front captivated Ethan's attention even more.
Ethan was quite aware of this newly acquired attraction, and he pondered the meaning of it now. Before this trip to England he had considered himself quite ordinary, with regards to his sexuality. A twelve year old boy, enjoying his entry into puberty. He'd never actually stopped to consider any of it actually. What boy does?
One day it's all about toys and childish pursuits; and suddenly the door to adolescence opens, and a whole new world presents itself. It's a natural transition that requires little thought, and other than masturbation, very little effort.
He looked again at Ellis, and smiled curiously. Why was he attracted to this boy? And not just him, but to the older boy, Trevor, as well. Puberty does a lot of strange things to a boy. Awakening this, and 'stiffening' that. One's body changes, his thoughts change, and his penis, which had heretofore been merely a tool of excretion, now took on a wonderful new function.
Whatever the reason that Ethan was attracted to the other boys, it seemed to be out of his control. Be it blind curiosity, simple pubescent horniness, or a deep meaningful attraction, it didn't matter. He had no control over it in any event.
"Gettin' excited are you?" Ellis voice suddenly penetrated his ears.
"What..?" Ethan replied, returning from his séance-like trance. Ellis smiled and nodded at his groin.
"You've got a bit of a 'budgie' going on mate..." Ellis giggled. Ethan looked down, blushed, and instinctively covered himself with his hand. Yet another of puberty’s playful qualities. Unannounced budgies...
Ethan got up quickly from the lounge chair and dove into the pool, surfacing sheepishly several yards from the edge. "Awe..." Ellis smiled, “Don't hide it from me... We're old mates, yer budgie and me..." he laughed. Ethan shook his head, and couldn't help but giggle as well at the younger boy's comment. The younger boy joined him in the pool shortly, and the two lads swam around for another half hour or so.
Some time later the boys noticed in the distance, the familiar black town car pulling up the long and winding cobbled drive. It was Ashford of course, returning Trevor back from his day of ball boy duties at the Wimbledon Tournament. The boys hopped up from the lounge chairs by the pool, and meandered around to the front of the manor to greet them.
The car pulled up to the front and rolled to a stop near the walkway, where Trev hopped out of the car. He had ridden up front with Ashford; something he preferred to do when there weren't others riding in the vehicle. Ashford had been with the family since long before he was born, and for Trevor, the chauffer / houseman felt much more like family than an indentured employee.
"Oye, what's this then?" Trevor greeted his cousin and Ethan. "Don't usually get a welcoming committee do I." he smiled, noting both boys were in their swimsuits.
"Hey Trev." Ethan greeted, with a friendly smile.
"How was it today?" Ellis wondered.
"Good thanks." Trevor replied happily. "Got to work three matches today. And, look at this." he beamed. Trevor reached into his daypack and carefully pulled out a program, showing it to the other boys.
Right there on the cover in blue ink, was John McEnrow's autograph. "Whoa..." Ethan grinned. "How'd you manage that?" Trevor turned an excited glance at him.
"Just lucky I guess. We're not supposed to bother the celebs, but he came down to do an interview with one of the players in the lockers after the match. He remembered me from the day I got hit with David Ferrer's tennis racquet, and he actually stopped to say hello. I couldn't resist then could I." Trevor beamed again, proudly holding the memento.
"That's cool." Ethan offered.
"I know, right..." Trevor grinned, tucking it carefully back into his bag. Just about then another vehicle was pulling slowly up the drive. It was the white Range Rover, with Ethan's dad, and Mr. and Mrs. Hetherington. They were returning from their business meetings in Bristol, and the vehicle pulled up and stopped behind the big town car.
"Well, are we having another meeting here in the drive?" Ethan's father remarked with a smile, as he got out of the car.
"Hi dad." Ethan greeted him. The Hetherington's got out as well, and Trevor quickly showed his parents the signed souvenir program.
"Nice son." Charles Hetherington replied. "How did it go today at the tourney?"
"It was a good day. I worked three matches, and I got to watch part of the Roger Federer match on court two. Man he's good... “Trevor decided excitedly. "Makes me wanna' go out back and play."
"Hmm... We could do that. Might be just the thing." Mr. Hetherington decided. He looked at Ethan and his dad. "You two up for a casual game of doubles?" he queried. Ethan glanced at his dad and nodded happily.
The adults went on inside to change, while the boys headed through the gardens, and around back toward the grass tennis court. Ethan quickly altered course and grabbed up his Nike trainers from beside the swimming pool where he'd left them, and the boys crossed the lawn to the courts.
Selecting a racquet from the stationary locker, Ethan glanced at Trevor. "I'll prob'ly suck..." he offered.
"Not to worry mate. It's just for fun. We'll mix it up a bit, change partners around, alright... Besides, it might be a bit distracting for me; you still wearing your swim suit and all. Ethan glanced down at himself. He'd all but forgotten that he was still wearing the small swim suit from before.
"Um... Maybe I should go and get changed as well." He pondered.
"No way. You look fine to me." Trevor answered, an impish little grin on his face, which caused Ethan to blush slightly.
The boys began warming up, casually batting the ball back and forth over the net. Trevor was very, very good of course. Even at thirteen, Tennis was his sport, and having had professional instruction he had become quite a strong youth player.
Ethan was just a twelve-year-old who messed around once in awhile. He'd played with his father, and with some of his friends back home, but nothing serious. The fact that he was certainly the athletic type was quite helpful.
After several minutes, Ethan's dad, and Mr. Hetherington strode down to the court, suitably attired. The two adults warmed up for several minutes, and finally ready, they broke into teams. For now, the two boys would play together against the adults, and they would change up the teams after playing a set.
It was just a casual game for fun, but of course competition sometimes inspires a little more effort. Trevor's father was a fair player, he'd played quite often with colleagues, and they were members of the Bristol Tennis Club; but for him, it was just for sport.
Ethan's father wasn't a beginner either. He had played a little back in college, and he and Ethan occasionally went down to the local courts just to bat the ball around. So the four of them played a casual, but spirited set.
Trevor played all the time, and he was clearly the best among them, and if he had turned it on, he would surely have won handily. As it was, they kept it spirited but fun, with the boys finally winning the set, six games to five, with the tiebreaker.
Ashford had brought out a tray with a pitcher of lemonade and glasses for all; which was a welcome time out for the adults between sets. Trevor meanwhile, stayed on the court and batted the ball around playfully with his younger cousin Ellis. Ethan joined them, and couldn't help but enjoy the sight of young Ellis running around the court wearing nothing but his white Speedo, still barefoot and topless.
Ellis really wasn't into tennis that much, so it wasn't like he felt left out or anything. He was happy to watch the others play, and occasionally he would bat the ball against the rebound wall just off the court.
Ready to go again, they switched the teams around. This time, Ethan and his father were on one side, with Trevor and his father on the other. The Hetherington's won out in the end, but it was a quite a fun time, which they all really enjoyed. Ethan hugged his father warmly when they had finished, and he smiled up at him thoughtfully.
There was never enough of this at home, Ethan thought. His father was always so busy with his work. And when his mother had passed away two years ago, Ethan's dad seemed to spend even more time working. His way of coping, Ethan supposed. But he missed spending time with his father; so this precious time together really meant a lot to him. A feeling that seemed to be reflected in his father's eyes, as he smiled down at his boy.
It was early evening now, and the boys headed off to the pool to swim and cool down. They were joined by the adults shortly, after they had gone inside to change into suitable swimwear.
For Ethan, it was more time to spend with his father, as they all swam about, enjoying a wonderful, if not rare evening in each other's company. After half an hour, Ashford had come out to the courtyard with a large plate of steaks and hamburgers, which much to everyone's surprise, Mr. Hetherington began grilling on a large outdoor grill off the pool deck.
The smell of grilled meat quickly filled the courtyard, leaving everyone's mouth watering in eager anticipation. Ashford brought out other trays of condiments, side salads and other scrumptious offerings. They all dove into the food and sat casually, eating and chatting around two outdoor tables; the boys enjoying the less formal dining of the bar-b-cue.
Ethan went back to the grill for another hamburger, which Ashford dutifully loaded onto his plate. Ethan glanced up at the Houseman, set the plate down, and sliced the giant burger in half; then handed one half to Ashford with a big smile.
"Come on..." he said warmly, "Share with me." The Houseman glanced back toward the Hetherington's, then back at Ethan. With a little conspiratorial wink at the boy, he took a big bite of the juicy burger.
"Mmm... Now that's the ticket aw'right..." he mumbled, smiling slyly at Ethan. He nodded at the boy and happily finished the tasty burger. When everyone had eaten their fill, Ashford disappeared into the manor for several minuets, returning shortly with a platter of freshly sliced, cold watermelon. There was also a bowl of fresh strawberries and small pitcher of sweet cream which he set on the table in front of everyone.
Ethan's mouth watered again, he loved chilled watermelon, and he had become quite fond of the English tradition of strawberries n' cream for a nice tasty desert treat. Everyone enjoyed the sweet and juicy offerings, and after finishing up, the adults continued to sit outdoors and talked into the evening.
The three boys had excused themselves from the table, and they spent the next hour floating in the pool on inflatable mattresses, tossing a tennis ball playfully around between them; splashing each other when opportunity presented itself... After a time, the adults had decided to head indoors, wanting to go downstairs to take a steam in the sauna, and perhaps sample some wine from the in house wine cellar which was also located down there.
The boys declined however. Half the fun of the steam room was chatting boyishly, and playfully messing with one another. None of the boys had any desire to see their parents nearly naked and sweating in the steam. I mean yuck, who needs to see that...
So the boys headed indoors eventually, and sprawled themselves out in the library, where the huge television and game console were set up. Ellis lay on the leather couch near Ethan, leaning back against him while they played Nintendo. The youngster was still wearing his white Speedo, and nothing more; and it was all Ethan could do just to concentrate on playing the game.
He and Trevor also exchanged frequent, if not meaningful glances. Their recent physical encounter the previous day, and the conversation they'd had, seemed to be on both their minds. They were both hoping for a little alone time, but neither boy wanted to ditch Ellis. They'd just have to wait until the opportunity presented itself.
That opportunity wouldn't come until the following day however. Later in the evening after the boys had retired up to their rooms on the third floor, Ethan and Trevor assumed they might get a little private time to themselves. In fact, after getting ready for bed, Trevor crossed the hall and quietly knocked on Ethan's door. Ethan told him to come in, and Trevor, wearing a simple white tank top and white cotton briefs, entered the room.
He climbed up onto Ethan's bed, and the two boys sat against the headboard and chatted quietly for a few minutes. They glanced at each other furtively, each hoping the other might suggest a little boyplay or the like. But just before it had actually come to that, a timid knock came rapping at Ethan's door.
The panel opened slowly, and young Ellis poked his head timidly inside. "Can I come in?" he asked softly. The older boys looked at each other and smiled awkwardly in mutual consent.
"Come on then..." Trevor offered. Ellis grinned broadly and jauntily came into the room, shutting the door behind him. The youngster was only wearing his thin pair of pajama shorts, and he hurried across to the king sized bed, hopping up to join the others. He sat with his legs crossed, looking at the older boys.
"Not interuptin' anything am I..." he smiled coyly.
"Well not now..." Trevor replied with a wry smile, as he playfully threw a pillow smacking Ellis with it. The boy giggled, and grabbed the pillow, holding onto it in his lap. He glanced back and forth between Ethan and Trevor and smiled knowingly; he knew what was on their minds...
"So..." He prodded. "We gonna mess about then, or just sit here like right twits."
"What..." Ethan wondered, "You mean, like the three of us?"
"Well yeah, why not." Ellis prompted rhetorically. "It's not like it’s a big secret or anything. I know what you're both up to, don't I." He shrugged. "We've all done it before haven't we... So, can I join in, or what?"
Trevor and Ethan looked at each other. Ethan was feeling a little awkward now. Sure, he'd messed around and jerked off with Ellis, and with Trevor. But it seemed a little different somehow, the three of them playing around together. That seemed kind of embarrassing.
"I don't care." Trevor said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Me neither." Ellis grinned, as he looked at Ethan. "So... You wanna..?" Ethan looked sheepishly at the other boys for a moment, but his lips finally curled into a playful grin.
Ellis smiled and tossing the pillow up by the headboard he quickly squirmed around, sliding tightly in-between the other boys with his back against the wooden panel.
Innocently he fingered himself through his pajama bottoms, and he looked back and forth at the other boys. It felt awkward at first, but within seconds, though still somewhat shyly they all sat there fingering themselves purposefully.
It didn't take long for tents to be pitched, thus leaving little doubt about where this was headed. Trevor finally raised his hips and slipped his white briefs down his legs. Ethan watched, his eyes wide with excitement as Trevor loosely wrapped his fingers around his beautifully erect boy spike. Ellis was quick to follow, slipping out of his PJ bottoms, exposing his three and a half inch pickle.
Ethan looked on still, excitement gleaming in his eyes. The two uncircumcised boys looked so awesome, and without further prompting he shinnied out of his own briefs, freeing his four inch, upraised sausage. With all this exposed visual stimuli, the boys began to masturbate together, each inspired by watching the others. It was in Ethan's mind, totally cool.
He licked dry lips, then smiled as he watched Trevor slide his foreskin up and down, over his purple crown, with each dutiful stroke. Ellis' foreskin on the other hand, stayed up cloaking his glans, as his finger tips pumped rigorously over his own youthful tool. Shit it was so awesome, and Ethan stroked his own boy link, not taking his eyes off the other two.
It wasn't long before their legs and feet had found each other, and touched skin to skin down below, as if linking each others sexual energy. They each continued their personal assaults as low boylike moans began flitting around the room like excited ghosts.
"Oh man..." Ellis squeaked, the tip of his tongue wetting his lips. Trevor licked his own fingertips, then applied the wetness to his plum colored tip, lubricating himself further. His eyes closed in supple pleasure.
Ethan was mesmerized by this impromptu circle jerk that was playing out alongside him; the naughty nature of it seemed to fuel his own excitement. He moved his left hand, resting it warmly on Ellis' tanned thigh. The youngster glanced at him and smiled, then put his own hand affectionately on top of Ethan's.
The soft cooing moans continued to dance about the room, with Trevor the first to spill a clear drop of sticky precum. It dripped down his strained purple plum, and he swiped his thumb over it, rubbing it pleasurably over his enlarged tip. "Oh, ohh fu...." he breathed gutturally.
Ethan's insides were on the rise now, and several drops of pre-orgasmic honey leaked from his reddened slit. Young Ellis' hand darted like a striking snake, swiping the droplets onto his finger. He pulled them back, and with a playful glance at Ethan, he licked them from his fingertip. "Mmm..." he mumbled, "Like strawburries n' cream..."
It was not destined to last long. The boys began to fidget, those glorious tingles building within their youthful loins. Ellis began squirming urgently; his urgent boylike moans belied the impending event. Both Trevor and Ethan watched intently, and they all witnessed the big surprise.
Ellis, whose previous ejaculations had either been dry, or offering up only an oozing drop or two; suddenly found new urgency. It was still only a few droplets, but they shot upward this time in an actual airborne squirt.
Ellis' eyes became like saucers as he watched his immature ejaculation take flight. "Oh man..." he uttered in loud surprise. "Oh man... Did, did you see that? He said aloud, perhaps to himself.
The older boys smiled, but only briefly. The erotic sight of Ellis' ejaculation took them over the top. Ethan grunted suddenly, his balls drawing up in his tightening purse. "Mmmphh, mmmph..." Another rocket launch. Several glistening pulses of boyish spunk jetted from his straining tube; taking flight, before falling in sticky smears onto his torso and left arm... "Uhoooo..." he sighed as the last dribbles escaped with the final throb of his adolescent boyhood.
If Trevor could have held on longer, he would have. But with the excitement of watching the other boys enjoy their intimate release, he was fated to join them. With a growling grunt, his engorged plum seemed to swell, then expel an ample burst of boy seed, quickly followed by several others. The gooey mess seemed to deposit itself wherever it chose, in random splatters... "Uhhhoooo, ohh.... Fuck." he breathed, at last.
The three boys lay there for a minute in contented silence. Ethan glanced across at the others, eyeing the traces of wetness which glistened here and there on taut, tanned skin. He looked at Ellis specifically. "Dude, you actually squirted..." he grinned.
"I know." Ellis responded with a grin of his own. "That was totally wicked..."
"No doubt." Trevor echoed, and reaching out he rubbed a tiny wet spot from the younger boy's tummy.
"That was so Cush..." Ellis mumbled tiredly to himself, as he idly fingered his soft appendage, examining it for further signs of wetness. Trevor looked across at Ethan, smiling at him. It had been a fun experience, the three of them playing like this. But Trevor was still wanting some alone time with Ethan. His feelings ran deeper than the simple boy play of masturbation. He wanted to explore more deeply, his intimate sexual desires.
Ethan met his gaze, and smiled at the older boy, as if to acknowledge those unspoken thoughts; they both knew that Ellis was to have another extended session of dance training tomorrow, and the older boys would have some alone time then.
Trevor looked back at his younger cousin Ellis, who had apparently fallen asleep now between them. It was after eleven pm after all, and having been a long day it was no surprise that they were all feeling a little weary. Trevor looked at Ethan again, and shrugged. "May as well just bunk here for the night then, eh?" he suggested. Ethan glanced at Ellis sleeping quietly beside him.
"Yeah, why not." he smiled. Reaching over to the small bedside nightstand, he retrieved his tee shirt and after using it to wipe off his torso, he handed it to Trevor so that he could do the same. Ethan reached down then and grabbed the soft linen sheet which had been turned down.
Being careful not to waken Ellis he pulled the sheet up to lightly cover the three boys. He and Trevor scootched down from the headboard and settled in, making themselves comfortable in the large bed. "G-night Trev..." he offered quietly.
"Night mate." the English boy returned. It took only a few minutes before the gentle breathing of three sleeping boys floated quietly into the night.
* * * *
The following morning brought a brief sprinkling of rain. A passing summer shower, just enough to wet the grounds and send freshened summer smells drifting through the air. The adults had gone out early; their business project refusing to take the day off.
The boys awoke of their own accord, with Trevor being the first to arise. He looked across the bed at the other two boys, a brief smile crossing his lips. Sliding quietly off the edge of the bed, he stood in his briefs peering out the window at the gently falling rain.
With a brief stretch, he turned and headed for the bedroom door, thinking to head down the hall for a shower of his own. As he opened the panel, he saw the Houseman, Ashford, coming down the hallway with a handful of fresh towels for the boys.
"Morning." he offered, followed by a tired yawn.
"Morning Trevor." The Houseman replied, glancing at Ethan's partially opened door. "Having a bit of sleepover are we..." he stated, with a slight smile.
"Uhh, yeah..." Trev agreed. "We uh, were just talking last night and Ellis kinda' fell asleep so, we just kinda' nodded off in there."
"I see." Ashford smirked. "Well, I trust you all had a, stimulating conversation then." The Houseman winked, and continued down the hall toward the bath to replenish the towels.
Trevor continued across to his bedroom, shaking his head with a grin on his face. Ashford was a pretty sharp cookie. He seldom missed anything, and having been with the family for some twenty years, he seemed to have quite an intuition about what was going on in the house; as well as a sterling, albeit dry sense of humor.
Trev grabbed up a change of clothes from his wardrobe and headed back into the hall toward the bath. Ashford had already gone, so Trevor stepped out of his underwear and into the travertine tiled shower stall.
Down the hall, Ethan's eyes fluttered open as he woke to the new day. He felt a cozy warmth pressing in around him, and he glanced down to see that young Ellis was snuggled in against him.
The boy was lying with his arm across Ethan's bare chest, and his leg over top of Ethan's as well. The youngster was nestled in snugly, still snoozing there quite comfortably.
Ethan smiled as he enjoyed the feel of the other boy's warmth against him. Moving his arm slightly, Ethan slid his fingertips gently across the silky smooth skin of the other boy's bare back, stroking him softly there. "Mmm..." he sighed unwittingly. The tender warmth of another human being is indeed a wonderful thing.
It's seldom when a boy can take the time to think about such things. Usually, as a boy, prolonged physical contact with another is brought about by playful roughhousing, and or some sporting activity. More rarely, and less welcomed, a prolonged hug from a parent. This kind of personal contact however, was rare at his age.
Ethan had the presence of mind to feel, take in, and truly enjoy this contact. The soft nakedness of another human soul. Human warmth, radiating and reflecting back that same energy. Ethan cradled the younger boy against him; his hand slid innocently downward, over Ellis' pajama clad bottom.
His palm cupped the supple curve of the younger boy's bum; it just seemed to fit rather naturally there. Closing his eyes, savoring the moment, Ethan moved his palm over the firm warm globe; his fingers trailing innocently into the gentle indent of the boy's warm crease. "Mmm...." he sighed again, contentedly.
Ellis shifted slightly in his sleep, drawing his top leg upward at the knee to where it barely touched the soft crotch of Ethan's briefs. The little nudge sent pleasant feelings through his relaxed and loose scrotum, causing his youthful testicles to draw up slightly.
Ethan sighed in response, and he opened his eyes once again. The young Brit's head was resting softly just on his shoulder, and Ethan breathed in the morning fresh scent of the young boy's long blond hair. It felt soft against his cheek, and he smiled again at the tenderness of the moment. He could feel those gentle tingles stir down below as his boy bits also surrendered to the moment, and began to swell.
There was a gentle knocking at the bedroom door, and Trevor slowly poked his head inside. "Time to get up you two. It's half nine, and Ellis needs to leave at ten."
"Alright, I guess." Ethan replied almost reluctantly. Ellis woke then, at the sound of his voice, and he lifted a sleepy head to peruse his surroundings. He suddenly remembered that he was sleeping in Ethan's bed, and he turned his head to smile up at the American boy whom he was snuggled up to.
"Morning..." he whispered through his boyish smile.
"G-morning." Ethan answered blushing slightly, as he pulled his hand away from the youngster's firm posterior. "Sorry..." he added softly.
"It's ok, I rather liked it." Ellis purred. With a small stretch, the youngster sat up and glanced around the room. Wiping sleep from his eyes, the eleven-year-old crawled out of the bed and padded softly toward the door. "I need a shower..." he mumbled tiredly as he wandered out the room.
Ethan watched the cute boy leave, then reached down beneath the bedcovers and forced his semi erection into a more comfortable position before throwing off the linen sheet and scooting off the bed.
It only took a few minutes for him to dress, and then he stumbled down the hall toward the bathroom. The door stood slightly open, and he could hear the running water of the shower as he continued inside and stepped up to the sink. Behind the distorted glass wall of the shower, he could see Ellis' sleek silhouette, as the boy moved about, bathing himself.
Ethan smiled longingly, wishing he could join the youngster, but now was not the time. After combing his hair and brushing his teeth, Ethan gave one last long look at the blurred figure behind the glass, and with a pensive smirk he left the bath and headed down the back set of stairs to the main floor.
Trevor was already sitting in the small breakfast nook off the kitchen, busily consuming a delicious looking cooked English breakfast. He smiled up at Ethan, nodding for him to sit and eat. The American boy sidled in at the table next to him and snagged a nice piece of bacon from his plate, smiling as he did so.
"You 'ungry this morning?" Ashford suddenly asked from the kitchen. Ethan turned and nodded briskly.
"Yes please..." he smiled as he looked back at the amiable Houseman. It wasn't a minute later that Ashford set a steaming plate of food in front of the boy. Ethan thanked him, and greedily dug into to the generous pile of sausages and scrambled eggs.
Several minutes later young Ellis joined them, sliding in at the table. He helped himself to a sausage link from Ethan's plate, then tipped back a glass of milk, guzzling it down with great thirst.
"What time are we leaving?" The boy asked, dragging the back of his hand across his lips to wipe away his freshly grown milk mustache.
"Shortly." Came the Houseman's reply. "Of course you brought your dancing gear down with you, yes?"
"Yeah... No, wait... No, I forgot." the boy confessed. "I'll run up and get it."
"That's aw'right." Ashford responded, setting the gear bag on the floor beside him. "I knew you'd forget, didn't I; you always do. So I took the liberty of bringing it down for you." Ellis smiled sheepishly at him, and shrugged his shoulders, resigned to his forgetfulness.
"Are you lot coming with me today?" Ellis queried, looking hopefully at his cousin and Ethan.
"Uh... Don't think so." Trevor replied, glancing at Ethan. "Think we'll stay here and see what kind of trouble we can get into." he smiled impishly.
"Awe... I want you to come with." Ellis pleaded.
Ashford glanced at the older boys. It was reasonable to think they might want to spend a bit of time away from the younger boy, who tended to be a little clingy at times.
"I think it's best they stay here." The Houseman intervened. "After your dance trainin', you've got a trip to the dentist ahead of you. A bit borin' for the other lads, don't you think." Ellis scrunched up his face.
"Awe man, that sucks dog tit..." the youngster bemoaned, then clamped his hand over his mouth, surprised he'd said that out loud.
"Indeed." Ashford replied, with raised eyebrows. "Precisely why we don't own a dog..."
The two older boys burst out laughing, and Ellis sat sheepishly regarding his outburst.
"Sorry Ashford." the boy offered quietly. The Houseman smiled amusedly and returned to the kitchen.
"Well, I wish you could come anyway." Ellis remarked.
"Not to worry cousin, we can all go swimming later in the afternoon when you get home." Trev offered, "I promise..."
"All right I guess..." Ellis relented, albeit halfheartedly.
The boys finished up their breakfasts, taking their plates into the kitchen, for the help to take care of. Ellis scooped up his gear bag from the floor, and headed outside with Ashford toward the garage. Taking the town car, they tooled off down the long cobble drive, headed for town and their various errands.
"So..." Ethan began, "What kind of trouble are we getting into?" He asked, referring to Trevor's earlier comment. Trevor glanced at him and smiled.
"Come on then... I've just the thing." And with that, the pair headed out the side door off the pantry to the drive. They walked around the side of the great stone manor, following the cobblestones to another structure, which was an unattached garage. Trevor slid open one of the large doors, and Ethan followed him inside to the back of the stone, three car structure.
"How 'bout this then..." Trevor smiled, pointing into the southeast corner of the garage. Sitting there, were two relatively new Honda Recon four wheelers.
"Whoa, cool." Ethan exclaimed, glancing at the older boy.
"Come on, we can ride around the grounds on these if you'd like." Trevor offered, as he unscrewed the gas cap to check the level.
"Um, I've never ridden one of these before." Ethan confessed.
"Its easy mate, I'll show you." Trevor climbed on top of one of them, and instructed Ethan on all the controls and techniques. Ethan had ridden dirt bikes in the past, so he wasn't overwhelmed or the least bit scared of a motorized vehicle.
They started both machines and in moments they rolled them out of the garage, stopping for a moment. "Do we need helmets?" Ethan questioned.
"Can if you want." Trev answered. "They're in the garage. But we're just cruising around on the trails and stuff, we're not racing or anything." Ethan shrugged, and putting the 250cc Honda's in gear, they started off down the cobbled drive. The machines were fairly easy to ride, and the American boy quickly got a hold on it.
"So where we headed?" Ethan wondered, a broad smile on his features.
"Just out and around. The estate is about sixteen hundred acres, so, where ever you want to go. I've got a couple of things I wanna' show you."
The boys continued down the cobbled drive quite a ways, and then Trevor pulled off onto a fairly open trail that veered off through the meadows. The boys were having a great time as they meandered over the rolling terrain, and up into the low hills of the expansive acreage.
"This is so cool..." Ethan beamed, as he rode freely alongside the English boy.
"Knew you'd like it." Trevor flashed back. They stopped on higher ground and shut the engines off for a moment. From this vantage point you could see across miles and miles of the lush English countryside. Trevor pointed out the boundaries of the Hetherington Estate, which seemed to go on forever in all directions.
They lingered there for several minutes, and finally Trevor fired up his four wheeler again. "Come on, we'll cut through the woods and I'll show you something." Ethan followed him down and through one of the many large stands of woods.
There was a small running brook at the bottom of the swale, and the boys stopped there to take a cool refreshing drink from it. The morning clouds had long since dissipated, and the warm sun streamed down on them now. Feeling hot, Ethan pulled off his tee shirt, and tied it securely to the rack on the four wheeler.
Trevor did the same, and the boys mounted their machines again, and rode along over the next meadow-like rise. As they came out of the woods, Ethan noticed another stone structure off in the distance, and this was where they seemed to be headed.
As they neared, he could see that the small stone structure seemed ancient in nature, yet looked to be well maintained. It was almost fairy tale like, and it reminded Ethan of a picture you might see in a children's book; a cottage perhaps from Hansel and Gretel.
"What was this place?" Ethan wondered, as they shut off the machines in front of the structure.
"Used to be the groundskeepers quarters, and a stable, back when we still had horses. Been empty for years..." Trevor replied, stepping off his four wheeler. The exterior of the stone structure was scattered with moss and ivy; and a huge ancient oak tree grew near one side and overhung some of the roof.
"It looks cool..." Ethan breathed. "How old is it?"
"Been here since the early eighteen hundreds, I think." Trevor replied. "Course there's been a little restorative work done on it over the years. The boys walked toward the heavy looking door. It was a thick, stout panel of oak, and Trevor grabbed the heavy iron bolt and pulled it back.
He pushed the door inward, and the boys stepped inside. "Whoa..." Ethan marveled. "Looks like Hagrid's cabin in the Harry Potter movies." The statement caused Trevor to laugh, though the comparison was rather accurate. The English boy went to the table, and with a wooden match, he fired up a more modern lantern,
The interior was modest, with a heavy stone hearth and fireplace along one wall. Ethan could imagine someone cooking in a big metal cauldron, hung in the opening. There was a thick wooden table, with several handcrafted chairs, and on one side there was a stout bed, which had been fitted oddly enough with a modern mattress. It was even made up with sheets and a heavy gray woolen blanket.
"We brought that in." Trevor explained. "Sometimes Ellis and me, or our friends come out and spend the night out here, you know, just for fun.
"That's so cool." Ethan remarked, sliding his hand across the varied stones of the wall. He looked out one of the few windows, which had a thick, heavy old glass which was rather blurry to look through, and it had small bubbles suspended within it.
"That was before they really knew how to make glass." Trevor offered, as he sat down on the heavy bed. Ethan smiled, then sat down next to him; his eyes still perusing the interior.
"It's like your own little castle." he smiled, glancing at the older boy. Trevor smiled back at him, and they sat in awkward silence for a moment, glancing boyishly at one another. "Guess we're alone now." Ethan noted.
"Yeah." Trevor agreed, looking down for a moment at the floor. He glanced back nervously at Ethan, and with the briefest of smiles washing over his lips, he leaned over slowly and touched a gentle kiss on Ethan's cheek.
Ethan averted his eyes shyly, and shivered with curious anticipation. Looking back at Trevor, he leaned ever so slightly in his direction; the older boy leaned in to meet him, and with all the timidness befitting two young boys, they pressed their lips together in an awkward yet much anticipated kiss.
It lasted half a dozen seconds, but it was filled with meaning and intensity. When they pulled apart, both boy's eyes were downcast, slightly embarrassed; but both boys breaths were heavy in their chests.
Ethan looked up. His eyes strayed across the English boy's still bare chest. Soft, smooth, tan, it made him tremble with excitement. The distance between them closed again, and this time they gently wrapped their arms around one another; their mouths open slightly this time as each boy released his inhibitions.
The boys fell back on the bed, side by side and still holding one another, and the playful kiss lingered for some time. They scooted up fully onto the bed now, kicking out of their sneakers as they did so. Ethan could feel the other boy’s firmness pressing through his shorts as their young bodies ground together.
"Oh shit Ethan..." Trevor muttered around their kiss. His hand snuck down between them, and he fumbled to undue the button on the younger boy's shorts. Ethan pulled back slightly, eager to help him. Zipping down his zipper, Ethan slipped his shorts down and off his hip.
Trevor rolled onto his back, and smiling mischievously at Ethan, he slipped off his own shorts and underwear, watching while Ethan pulled his own briefs down, then quickly removed his ankle socks, leaving him naked atop the bed.
The boys looked at each others nakedness, softly stroking one another's bare skin as they did so. Ethan could feel his heart, beating excitedly in his chest as he wrapped his arms around the English boy and pulled them tightly together, their naked bodies painted skin to skin.
Trevor reached down between them, adjusting both of their erect boy sausages so they rested comfortably alongside each other. Both boys smiled, as they looked into each others eyes. They kissed again, as their adolescent torsos rolled as one body across the top of the bed, limbs coiled like snakes as they twisted into various shapes and positions.
Ethan could feel the rising heat of the other boy's skin as they squirmed together in a random, inexperienced ball of flesh. This was instinct driven, the erotic passion of two horny pups, suddenly off the leash for the first time.
Trevor freed himself slightly, and lowering his head he wetly kissed at Ethan's neck, then slowly down and onto his chest, licking and nipping at the American boy's pebble hard nipple.
"Uhh..." Ethan grunted, but he closed his eyes pleasurably. Trevor continued his downward trek, his tongue swilled across and into the twelve-year-olds belly button, causing Ethan to shudder. Lower still, and Trevor's nose was gently nuzzling the fuzzy wisps of Ethan's scant pubic hairs; his warm breath bathing the younger boy's erect prong.
"Oh fuck..." Ethan groaned again as Trevor's wet mouth found and encased his boyhood in a warm, wet tomb. "Oh fuck." he said again, and he shivered at the amazing feeling wrapped around his adolescent peg. Trevor sucked up and down the length of his shaft several times before pulling off to dart his tongue playfully around Ethan's strained crown.
Ethan could only arch his back, his hips pressing forward into the profound pleasure that was assaulting him. "Mmmmm....." a deep throated grunt drifted from him, as Trevor kissed, and licked down his rubbery shaft, nuzzling his testicles now, sucking on them. The younger boy writhed, and claimed fistfuls of the English boy's long blond hair; holding him there, yet nearly wanting to force him away to avoid ejaculating.
Trevor looked upward at him, a look of delight shimmering in his green eyes. A small drooling of precum oozed from Ethan's slit, and spying it, Trevor encompassed his glans again, and licked it like the drippings of a melting ice-cream treat.
"Ohh, ohhhh...." Ethan strained to keep from going over the edge. It was fortunate that the English boy released his tumescent bulb, allowing his near climax to withdraw its steady advance.
Ethan pulled the older boy upward, and they smiled at each other again. A brief tongue exchange took place as they kissed again, and then it was Ethan's turn to follow the skin trail downward.
He licked his way down the English boy's firm torso, stopping only to explore a dime sized nipple, and then again as he swabbed the other boy's indented navel. It was Trevor's turn to moan now, as these new sensations whetted his lean torso. And then Ethan found his pubes. The boy grazed there, enjoying the soft bristles of hair against his probing tongue; while Trev's shaft rubbed against his cheek.
He breathed in the supple scent of the other boy. Had he wanted to, he likely couldn't have found a way to describe it, other than the pure musk of boy... Turning his head, his lips brushed the base of Trev's boylike spike, and he followed it upward to the shiny purple knob.
Ethan's eyes widened at this firsthand close up look at Trevor's nearly five inch erection. He held it in his fingers, examining the faintly veined shaft, studying the smooth breakfast sausage which seemed to throb before his eyes.
"Oh man..." Ethan sighed, as he looked at the slightly reddish ridge surrounding the plum colored knob. He leaned forward, kissing it gently several times. He glanced up at Trevor, but the older boy had his eyes half closed, enjoying the experience. With a little grin, Ethan slipped his upper lip over Trev's crown, then licked softly at it.
The older boy squirmed, and Ethan repeated his taste test, finally encompassing the firm shaft in his mouth and sliding slowly down its length. Trevor squirmed again and cooed softly as the younger boy began bobbing on his organ. "Ohhh shit Ethan..." he moaned. "Oh shit..."
Ethan could taste the mild salty sweet drops of precum, which suddenly spilled from the older boy's slit. "Mmm..." Ethan hummed at the flavorful surprise. He continued his up and down suctioning for a good minute, before Trevor had to pull him off to prevent the inevitable.
The boys coiled and rolled together again, first one boy on top, and then the other, as they ground their naked bodies boyishly against one another. With Ethan on top now, Trevor's right hand found the younger boy's bum, and his probing fingers dipped into the boy's moist, crescent shaped recess. His middle finger toyed at Ethan's spongy opening, massaging it there, and then gently probing into the entrance.
"Mmmph..." Ethan moaned in a pleasurable tone as the digit penetrated his most intimate orifice. "Oh man, oh man..." he muttered softly. Trevor closed his eyes, and pushed his finger deeper into the other boy. In and out, softly, slowly to the second knuckle. "Mmm...." Ethan moaned acceptingly.
Ethan's mind wandered blissfully. The gentle probing at his anus was oddly delightful, and it made him think back to the little fantasy he'd had that morning. Wondering what it would be like to have intercourse with another boy. And then wondering what it would be like to let Trevor have intercourse with him. "Mmmm...." he issued another desire filled moan...
Lifting his head a little, he looked down into Trevor's eyes. A little smile spread his lips. "Fuck me..." Ethan said aloud.
"What?" Trevor asked, not really hearing. He'd been lost in his own pleasurable feelings as Ethan squirmed against him.
"I want you to put your dick in me." Ethan reiterated.
"Are you bloody serious mate?" Trevor queried, smiling curiously.
"I am." The younger boy grinned, as he looked down at the beautiful English boy lying beneath him. He trembled with excitement at the very prospect of it.
Trevor looked at him, searching his face. "Bloody hell... You really want to do this don't you?" he asked. Ethan smiled briefly; then a momentary look of doubt dusted his eyes. It lasted only a second, and then the smile quickly returned.
"I do..." he breathed. "I really want to do this..."
~ End of Chapter Seven ~
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