Ethan And The Ball Boy
Chapter 08
* 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:
*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..." *
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Trevor had his own doubts as continued to look at the twelve-year-old American boy, his eyes perusing Ethan's soft boyish features. He rolled then, so that he was lying atop Ethan, their warm smooth bodies touching from chest to toe. His eyes studied the younger lad with both youthful desire and unresolved disquiet.
The English boy was certainly attracted to Ethan, he had little doubt about that. But even now his confused thoughts begged the question, why? Was it boys that fired his ovens; or was this simply raging, adolescent hormones maneuvering his ship, sparing nothing in its path.
To this point, everything he had done with Ethan, and even his cousin Ellis, had been playful experimentation; fueled by curiosity and the forward thrust of adolescence. Yet even at the tender age of thirteen, he knew that intercourse was the ultimate expression of his sexuality. It would define him... He dipped his head, placing gentle lips playfully against Ethan's in a brief wet touch.
"What's wrong?" Ethan questioned the look on his face. Trevor flashed a quick smile.
"Nothin'. I'm just... I don't know, scared maybe." Trevor confessed.
"What... Why would you be scared? It's alright, I mean, I want to do this with you."
"No, it's not that." Trevor reasoned. "Its just, if we... I mean, if I go all the way with you, well... Maybe that decides like, who I am." Ethan frowned slightly, absorbing those words.
"You mean, it decides if you like boys or not?" The youngster queried.
"Well, yeah. I guess." Trevor concluded. "I mean, I do like boys, I think. I like you, ya know, but more than just being friends and stuff. I'm attracted to you in other ways." Ethan nodded, and smiled softly.
"I like you too. You know, in other ways." Ethan affirmed with a timid grin. "This stuff is just so wild, but it's so fun to do. This puberty stuff is all new to me, but, I really like it... And, and... Well I don't know why, but when I'm around you I get... Well, all fluttery inside." Ethan blushed, having said it out loud.
Trevor smiled down at him, the feel of Ethan's naked body beneath him made him feel 'all fluttery inside' as well... Lowering his head, Trev went in with open lips; tongue playfully exploring the wet recess' of Ethan's open mouth.
The boys wriggled around cemented together, the skin on skin friction reigniting them from the momentary pause during their conversation. Ethan could feel Trevor's firm spike grinding warmly against his own, moist rivulets of precum wetting their turgid flesh.
Trevor pulled away, drawing his body downward, then, purposefully taking Ethan's boyhood into his mouth. He suckled on its swollen length, cleaning it of its sticky coating and searching for more from his knoblike tip. Ethan cooed, and writhed pleasurably as this British invasion vacuumed his young crank. "Uhhh-ooohh..." he moaned throatily. "Ohhh fuck Trev..."
The older boy glanced upward at him, while still teasing the warm cocklet with his tongue. He smiled mischievously, an impish gleam sparkling in his green eyes. He allowed Ethan's young tool to slip from his mouth, and he continued licking and kissing downward along his shaft.
He licked playfully at Ethan's loose fleshy boy sac, rolling the large marbles with his tongue, encompassing them. "Mmm...." Ethan moaned in fervent pleasure, causing Trevor to smile, enjoying the results of his tonguelike frottage.
The English boy moved up slightly, licking now at the sparse, threadlike filaments of pubic hair that barely dusted Ethan's porcelain mound. He trapped several between his teeth, and tugged ever so slightly on them in a teasingly erotic gesture. The older boy smiled again, then with the flicking tip of his extended tongue, he licked playfully around the base of young Ethan's swollen spike.
The younger boy's thin tumescent tube twitched, drooling another thick droplet of tasty precum; which Trevor met halfway down, with an eager tongue. Another naughty smile crossed his face, and the older boy shifted again, lifting one of Ethan's thighs up and outward, exposing the youngster's pink wrinkle.
Trevor wasted no time, his tongue explored the rosy ring, flicking playfully over the bunched grommet. Ethan's hips raised involuntarily, as if drawn to the erotic intrusion.
"Gahhhhh.... Uhhh...." He winced excitedly as his insides tightened against the flexible wet probe. Trevor continued to swirl his taste muscle wetly around the area, lubing it generously with certain intent.
Gaining his knees now, Trevor raised and spread Ethan's other thigh, as he sidled in more closely to the younger boy's bottom. Eyes gleaming with anticipation, Ethan held his own legs aloft now as Trevor maneuvered his boylike phallus into position; squeezing it to force several sticky droplets of precum onto Ethan's wrinkled entrance.
The older boy flexed his hips forward then, touching his tip to the heated pink ring of flesh. He paused for one last glance at the other boy, then pressed forward. "MMMmmm..." Ethan moaned as Trevor's knob parted his pucker, and slipped smoothly past the organic gate.
"Oh fuck..." Ethan sighed, and grunted breathily as it entered him.
"Alright?" Trevor questioned. Ethan bit his lip slightly and nodded that it was ok for the older boy to continue.
Leaning his body weight inward, Trevor's swollen sausage began to sink slowly into the warmth of Ethan's rectum. Both boys moaned audibly this time. One adjusting to the intrusion, the other enthralled by the moist heat clamping tightly around his boy digit.
"Ohh, oh man..." Ethan mumbled, his insides taut but relaxing slowly.
"Mmm yeah..." Trevor offered, his body shuddering with delight as he bottomed out, then began moving himself in very gentle rocking motions, barely even moving his boyhood. "You still okay?" Trevor asked, opening his eyes to look at Ethan.
"Yeah." Ethan answered. "It feels good now that my bung's getting used to it." Trevor smiled and leaned forward between Ethan's thighs, lowering himself enough to exchange a tender kiss. Ethan nipped his lip playfully, and smiled. "This feels so weird." he breathed. "But good too... Go on and try humping a little."
Trevor smiled and slowly withdrew his hips, drawing his sausage out along with it. Watching Ethan's face, he changed direction and pushed inward again. Ethan nodded approvingly, and Trevor began a slow, steady humping motion.
The initial tightness had subsided, and Ethan could now begin to feel and enjoy the thin meaty pickle that was sliding in and out of him. "Faster..." he urged. Trevor responded, quickening his pace. "Mmmph.... Yeah, that's it..." Ethan breathed.
Trevor rested his weight forward, moving their torso's closer together and his hands on the bed on either side of Ethan's chest; this allowed for a more comfortable up and down motion with his hips. "Mmmm.... mmm..... mmm...." Ethan hummed with every inward pump, until his mouth sagged open, and his sounds became more like guttural moans of pleasure.
Trevor was also issuing throaty grunts, as Ethan's insides gripped him like a tight undulating clamp. The physical pleasure in his genitals was unique, different from what masturbation offered. Excited, his boyish thrusts became more aggressive now, and his testicles began to bounce against Ethan's rump. "Ohhh, oh man..." he sighed.
Ethan's hands had been firmly on Trevor's sweaty arms, but he slid them downward now, clinging to the English boy's sides; rising and falling with each deliberate thrust. After several minutes, Trevor could feel the buildup coming, "Shiiiiiit Ethan... Uhh, I'm gonna'.... Gonna'... Blow...." Trevor moaned thickly.
His legs tightened, infused suddenly with endorphins; his butt cheeks seized in a tight clench and his deeply embedded knob seemed to swell. The pressure intensified in his nut sac, and without warning his overly primed pump let loose in a sensuous series of wet sloppy pulses.
Ethan could feel it rush into him like heated injections, and his groans seemed to match those of the other boy... It felt as though it went on for quite some time, but more likely just mere seconds. However long it was, it was wildly intense. It was glorious... And finally, when the contractions stopped and Trevor felt totally drained, his torso slumped down on top of the younger boy. Chest to chest, moist heated skin and thrumming heartbeats conjoined into one spent, sweat slickened boy pile.
Ethan could feel Trevor's spent cartridge slip out of him as their bodies continued to mold together in the aftermath. His bung tingled, but not in an unpleasant way; it just did. Trevor managed to lift his head. "Please tell me you're alright..." he breathed. Ethan looked into his eyes and nodded with a timid smile.
"That was..." Ethan paused, searching for words; Trevor smiled down at him, then lowered his head to kiss the younger boy warmly on the lips. Exhausted, they smiled softly at each other.
"Was it what you expected?" Trevor wondered curiously. Ethan shrugged slightly.
"Yeah... I mean, I didn't really know what to expect, did I!" he stated. "It was, wild. It was, weird and exciting all at the same time. But yeah, I kinda liked it," he said thoughtfully. "Was it what you expected?" Ethan wondered back. Trevor's grin seemed to answer the question.
"It was pretty amazing." The thirteen-year-old acknowledged dreamily. "Give us a short rest, and then you can have a go." Trevor offered. Ethan smiled softly, and looked up at Trevor, studying the British boy's beautiful features and his amazingly green eyes. He smiled broadly.
"That's okay. We both got to feel something new. It was your turn this time, I can wait for another time to switch it around. It's kinda fun to have something to look forward to anyways." The boys looked at each other, and they both smiled tiredly again. They exchanged another tender kiss, then Trevor lay alongside his young American friend, and still naked the boys nodded off for a brief but needed snooze.
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Ethan woke some thirty minutes later to the feel of Trevor, gently swirling a fingertip over his lower stomach and across his naked pubic mound, just diddling his soft boylike pubes. He opened his eyes to see the older boy smiling up at him.
"What?" Ethan wondered quietly with a return smirk. Trevor's fingers lowered, and he grasped Ethan's softened three inch penis between his fingertips.
"You have to have some fun too mate..." Trevor replied, as his head dipped, and he nuzzled at the limp flesh. Ethan smiled down at him, instantly enjoying his warm touch. With no warning, Trevor took the flaccid peg into his mouth and sucked on the soft flexible hose.
"Oh man, you're gonna' get me boned up again." Ethan admonished.
"That's the idea." Trevor grinned, pulling off of the flaccid but wet noodle for a moment. He quickly returned to his task, and with lovingly smooth motions he rapidly stirred Ethan into arousal.
The English boy sucked with gentle upward pulls until Ethan's prong stood proudly on its own. It glistened wetly when Trevor pulled off to look at the four and a half inch wand, and then he grinned proudly up at Ethan. "Yeah, now give us a kiss mate." He replied, leaning forward to kiss Ethan's inflated knob.
Ethan laughed and wiggled his hips playfully, then tucked his hands behind his head to watch Trev's antics. "Come on then... " Trevor beamed, "How bout a lit'le taste of sweet boy honey..." He wrapped his mouth around Ethan's organ again and began a dutiful barrage of tonguing and sucking.
It took several minutes, but Ethan was already primed from before, and he soon began to leak the telltale stickiness of clear pre-ejaculate. "Mmm..." Trevor hummed as he savored the boyishly sweet taste on his tongue.
With finger and thumb, Trev stroked the base of Ethan's boyhood, while continuing his masterful suckling. Shortly, the younger boy began to moan in earnest, his legs twitching sporadically, and soon his back arched in the grips of impending release. "UUUhhhhh...." He grunted, his fists clenched on the gray woolen blanket...
He tried desperately to hold off longer, but it was beyond him. "OH FUUCCCKK..." he shouted as his insides roiled. Trevor felt Ethan's bulb thicken in his mouth, and then came that sweet boy honey he'd been looking for. It spewed with intense surges, multiple offerings of wet, sticky sweet boy cum. And Trevor happily took it all.
With one last moan, Ethan went slack, crumpling back to the bed; his balls aching with the intensity of his joyful release, and his first official blowjob It had been an epic orgasm, and he reached down to cup his hand protectively over his scrotum. "Ohh man...." he sighed, finally opening his eyes and staring upward blankly.
Finally he glanced at Trevor, who was lying beside him with a shit eating grin on his face. "Cush..." The older boy offered, licking his lips much like a bear who'd just pulled his snout from the honey jar.
Ethan smiled weakly and closed his eyes a moment to gather himself. After a long minute the boys sat up on the edge of the bed, and looked at each other. "Nice one mate... That was quite the discharge."
"I think you drained me dry." Ethan replied laughing. "Thanks Trev. That was 'bloody awesome', as you would say..." Trev grinned and winked at him.
"Any time my fine mate, any time." The boys rounded up their clothes from the floor, and slipped back into them. Trevor shut off the propane lantern, and they shuffled out of the old stone cottage.
After sliding the bolt and securing the heavy oaken door, the boys climbed back onto their four wheelers, and firing them up they headed back across the meadow and through one of the many woodland areas, heading back toward the manor.
Cresting the last hill, the great stone mansion of Hetherington Court came into spectacular view, and the boys turned their machines toward it. It was an awesome looking structure, especially when seen from this view, slightly above it on one of the many green hills that sprawled across the expansive English Estate.
"This is so cool." Ethan remarked as they rode, the wind washing his blond hair back off his forehead. "We have some old looking buildings and stuff in Connecticut, but nothing quite like this."
"Yeah... Well England's been around a bit longer than the States, hasn't it?" Trevor replied with a smile.
The boys dropped down the lush hillside and came round on the backside of the mansion, where the stand alone stone garage stood at the end of the long cobbled drive.
They hopped off the four wheelers and Trevor slid one of the large doors open so that they could push the Honda's back into rear corner the garage.
"That was fun Trev, thanks..." Ethan offered.
"Which part of the ride did you like best? Trevor questioned. Ethan only grinned.
"We can ride back up to the cottage, and I'll show you..." The younger boy answered with a sly smile, causing Trevor to laugh out loud.
"Yeah, that was my favorite part as well." The English boy said, and together they left the auto garage and walked down the cobblestone drive to the side door leading back into the mansion near the pantry.
"Hungry?" Trevor asked as they strolled in through the kitchen.
"Starving..." Ethan responded. The boys rummaged in the large fridge, finding several of the leftover steaks from yesterday’s bar-b-cue. Trevor grabbed up a few hard-rolls from the pantry, and the boys worked side by side putting together a couple of tasty steak-n-cheese sandwiches.
"Grab a bag of crisps from the pantry." Trevor instructed, "And I'll get a few sodas for us." With food and drinks in tow, the boys headed out back to sit outside in the fresh air by the pool deck; where they proceeded to grub down on their makeshift lunch.
When they'd finished eating, the boys kicked off their shoes and socks, and then sprawled out on two of the deck chairs beside the pool. "Fancy a swim?" Trevor suggested after a few minutes lounging.
"Yeah, but I'm kinda' feeling too lazy to go up and put my swim suit on." Ethan replied.
"Hmm... Me too." Trevor grinned, and standing up he didn't hesitate to pull off his cargo shorts. He stood for a moment, and wearing nothing but a pair of cotton briefs he glanced at Ethan and dove into the swimming pool.
"What the..." Ethan shook his head when Trevor surfaced halfway from the edge.
"Comin?" The English boy asked.
"But what if someone comes home?" the younger boy wondered.
"So... It’s just our skivvies." Trevor justified, "No ones gonna' crack a nut over that. Come on mate, strip off..."
Ethan shook his head and grinned at the older boy, then hopped up and stripped off his shorts. Feeling just a bit exposed outside in the open air like this, he quickly took a running leap into the pool. The boys had a nice casual swim in the refreshingly cool water, and eventually they crawled out to settle themselves on two of the deck chairs, to relax and take some sun.
Ethan couldn't help but to glance over at his English friend, reclined comfortably with his eyes closed alongside of him. Ethan's eyes wandered over the Brit's sleek boyish form. His body glistened, still dripping with pool water, and his underwear molded wetly around the boy's youthful package. Ethan glanced up to see that he wasn't being observed, then returned his gaze to the rounded cloth clad protuberance.
He shivered happily, gazing at the pinioned flesh. It seemed amazing, all the exotic experiences he was having on this trip. He never would have believed that he'd be staring longingly at another boy's private parts; let alone all the other sexual things they'd done.
His eyes drifted upward to look at the thirteen-year-olds' soft facial features. Trevor was stunningly cute, though perhaps still too young to be thought of as handsome yet; but he would be...
Ethan smiled softly to himself, but just as suddenly felt a twinge of sadness come over him. He'd be heading back home in a few days, and he knew he'd certainly miss his new English friends. He sighed deeply.
"Well, what's this then?" Came a familiar voice off to his right. He turned to see Ellis and Ashford standing only a few feet away, both sported amused smiles. "Apparently," the Housman said, "Someone's misplaced their swimsuits.
"Oh shit..." Ethan breathed looking down, suddenly embarrassed that he and Trevor were only wearing thin pairs of wet, clingy briefs. He covered himself with his hand, and smiled sheepishly at the newcomers.
"No one told me we'd be skinny dipping." Ellis chortled, and in a flash he stripped off his shirt, his shorts, and even his underpants, before leaping with a gleeful cry into the swimming pool.
Trevor sat up and laughed, then hopping up from his deck chair he dove into the water alongside his cousin, leaving Ethan sitting alone in his underpants. With an embarrassed smile, Ethan got to is feet, still hanging his hands loosely in front of his mid section.
"I uh... I guess I'll just join the others." he muttered awkwardly to Ashford, as he backed toward the pool, then turned and quickly jumped in.
"Come on Ashford, join us..." Ellis giggled playfully from the water.
"Oh it would be the highlight of my day..." Ashford retorted sarcastically. He shook his head, and with bemused smile he turned and headed back inside. The boys swam around for a bit, before gathering at the shallow end, sitting together on the underwater steps.
"So what'd you guys do today?" Ellis questioned of the others. Trevor and Ethan just smiled and exchanged knowing glances.
"Nothin..." Trev replied finally. "Took the four wheelers out for a ride is all."
"Yeah? Where'd you ride to?" the youngster persisted.
"Just around... And, you know, I showed Ethan the Cottage." Ellis' eyes widened, and a small smile crossed his lips.
"The Cottage eh... I missed out on some good stuff again didn't I?" Ellis grinned.
"No..." Trevor replied. "Well, maybe just a little..." Ellis splashed an armload of water at the two older boys.
"Oh man, I miss out on everything." he pouted jokingly. "Well, the least you lot can do is skinny dip with me now."
Trevor glanced at Ethan, and with a mischievous look, he began wiggling about underwater. A moment later he lifted his underwear in the air and tossed them out onto the pool deck near their discarded shorts. "Well then..." He grinned, looking at Ethan, "Not gonna' leave the two of us hangin' out are ya?"
Ethan looked skeptically at the two Brits. "You want me to swim naked in the pool? With Ashford right inside the house, and knowing that our parents could come home pretty soon..."
"Well yeah. Come on mate, its fine. Ashford's cool, he won't squeal us out." Ellis said. Ethan looked from one boy to the other shaking his head incredulously.
"I'm beginning to think you two are a bad influence on me..." the American boy said with a smirk. He crouched down in the water for a few seconds, and then surfaced with a wry look on his face. He raised his hand out of the water, clutching his crumpled underwear. "Bloody hell..." he said comedic, and without looking he tossed his dripping bunched up undies over his shoulder toward the pool deck, where they fell with a wet sounding plop.
Trevor and Ellis were looking past him, and both suddenly started laughing. "What?" Ethan questioned, turning his head to look behind him. Standing on the pool deck, holding a tray of lemonade for the boys, was Ashford. Ethan's wet, bunched up underwear had landed precisely at his feet. Blushing, Ethan shook his head with a sheepish look on his face, while the other boys continued to laugh.
"When did I lose control?" Ashford mumbled to himself as he looked down at Ethan's wet skivvies. Setting the tray of drinks down on one of the tables, the Houseman stooped and picked up the wet undies, pinched between thumb and forefinger.
"Sorry Ashford..." Ethan offered apologetically.
"Not to worry lad." Ashford smiled, as he went about picking up all the other discarded clothing that the boys had left scattered on the pool deck.
With Trevor and Ellis still chuckling, the boys returned to swimming, or, more accurately, skinny dipping. Ashford had picked up the last of their clothes, and holding the pile in his arms he looked back at the naked boys in the pool and smiled. "A bit like Aborigines from New Guinea, those boys..." He smiled again, and headed back into the mansion with the boy's clothing still bundled in his arms.
They frolicked in the pool for twenty minutes or so. There was a good deal of laughing, and considerably more grab-ass-ing going on under the surface. After a time, Ellis pulled himself up onto the pool coping, and casually walked to the table to drink down some of the lemonade that Ashford had brought out for them.
Trevor joined him, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they were butt naked and standing right out in the open. Ethan watched the two beautifully naked English boys with considerable interest, and finally with a little grin, he decided to just go with the flow.
Crawling out of the pool, he joined the other boys, sitting quite casually in the buff around the table and sipping the refreshing lemonade. He stiffened for a moment when Ashford came outside with a bowl of sugar dipped strawberries; but the Housman was so damn likable that Ethan suddenly realized he didn't even care anymore.
When the boys had finished up their treats, they hit the pool again for several minutes before getting out to sprawl across the reclining lawn chairs and enjoying the warmth of the late afternoon sun.
There was a surprise in store however some fifteen minutes later, when they suddenly realized that their parents had come home, and were currently walking in through the front doors. "Oh shit..." Ethan moaned, looking around quickly for his clothes.
"Oh crimeny, Ashford picked up after us..." Trevor pointed out, jumping up from the lawn chair. And then, just as they were beginning to panic, one of the leaded glass side doors opened up, and there stood Ashford the Houseman with an armful of fluffy cotton towels.
He bobbed his head toward the door, indicating for the boys to hurry this way. The three very naked lads scrambled around the deck furniture, boy bits flopping, and bolted toward the Houseman.
With a stoic, yet amused smile, Ashford handed them each a large bath towel as they ran past into the study. Ethan was last through the door, and with towel still in hand he paused to look back. "Thanks Ashford..." the boy smiled sincerely, and then he scrambled after the others toward the back stairs.
A minute later the boys had all tumbled into Ethan's room, and piled onto the bed, towels now wrapped safely around their waists. "That was a close one." Ellis pointed out, giggling as he did so. They all began to laugh, at their naughty and cunning escape.
"Think they'd have been mad at us?" Ethan wondered.
"Not mad really." Trevor answered, and deepening his voice doing his very best impersonation of his father he added, "Now that's no way for English gentlemen to behave, parading around in the altogether..."
"I'm not an English gentleman, I'm like eleven." Ellis giggled.
"And I'm not even English." Ethan added humorously, as the boys continued to laugh about their narrow escape.
Some twenty minutes later, after the boys had all taken quick showers, and put some actual clothes on, they all headed downstairs in search of their parents. Apparently the adults were all sitting out by the pool now, and as the boys went outside and filed past Ashford, they all discreetly bumped knuckles with him, in a conspiratorial gesture of thanks.
The boys joined the adults on the patio and exchanged general accounts of how everyone's day had gone. Being another gorgeous evening, dinner was eventually served out on the patio once again.
The house cook had prepared a wonderful prime rib meal, sided with baby potatoes in a special garlic and minced shallot Béarnaise sauce, and cold creamed asparagus soup. It was extremely tasty, and having had a long day, Ethan and pals ate quiet generously of everything.
They had just gotten around to dessert when Ashford came out to the patio with a portable phone from the house. "Pardon the interruption, but there's a call that should be taken." he said, as he approached the table.
Mr. Hetherington took the call, listened for a moment, and then turned to look at his son, Trevor. "This may interest you son..." he said, handing the phone auspiciously to Trevor.
"Hello, this is Trevor." the boy announced into the phone. He paused to listen for a moment. "Um, yes, most certainly... Thank you so much... Yes, thank you sir." And with that he hung up the call. Looking around at everyone as a big smile brightened his face.
"Well, what's happened then?" Ellis questioned of his cousin.
"That was the Wimbledon BBG proxy. I was voted in as an alternate ball boy to do the Gentlemen's Finals on Sunday." He beamed.
"That's wonderful son..." Both his parents responded, and their son smiled broadly. Ethan could feel the excitement, but he was a little confused as to what it all meant.
"So, what's that mean, officially?" Ethan asked.
"Every year, the senior, most experienced Ball Boys get to do the Gentlemen's Championship, the final match of the Wimbledon Tournament on show court number one. They select two alternates, in case the match goes five sets, or if a ball boy can't continue for some reason. I'm only thirteen... That's younger than the usual age to be a ball boy in the first place. Newbie's never get the finals, and they voted me in... It's amazing."
"Well, it's a reward son." Mr. Hetherington stated. "By all accounts, you did an exemplary job each of the days you worked the tourney, so, well done son."
"It's prob'ly cause of getting beaned with Ferrer's racquet that day..." Ellis suggested. Thinking back to that first appearance, when David Ferrer's racquet had slipped out of his hand and struck Trevor viciously in the face. Trevor had barely flinched, and he stayed true to his assignment, even retrieving the racquet for the player.
"Well, I suppose that's part of it, yes." Mr. Hetherington agreed. "Because Trevor kept his composure, and remained consistent and professional throughout."
"That's so cool..." Ethan beamed, clapping Trevor on the shoulder. "I'm really happy for you Trev." The older boy grinned, slightly embarrassed now by the attention, but he was thrilled to have been selected.
Ashford took the portable phone from him, giving him a little squeeze of recognition on the shoulder. "There's a good lad..." he quipped, "I'm proud of ya..."
"Thanks." Trevor smiled boyishly. The group chatted for a time, while they finished up their desserts of Custard tarts with fresh raspberries; and finally the boys filtered inside and up to their rooms on the third floor.
As seemed to be their new custom, they all gravitated to Ethan's room. It was the largest being a guest room, and it had the biggest bed. The boys lay out on the bed for awhile playing several card games, including one called Uno, but Trevor lost every round. His mind was clearly not on their card game, because he was so totally keyed up and excited about being selected for ball boy duties on Sunday.
He finally gave up playing, saying that he was tired. He gave an uncharacteristic hug to his cousin, and then to Ethan, before saying goodnight and slipping across the hall to his own room.
"Prob'ly wants to jack off in private." Ellis said offhandedly.
"I don't know," Ethan answered, “He already got a good workout with that kind of stuff today..." Ellis looked at him and smirked.
"Just what did you guys do out at the cottage today?" The younger boy teased.
"Nothin." Ethan grinned, "I'll never tell..."
"Oh yeah." Ellis smiled, and he sprung on top of Ethan, straddling him and sitting on his stomach. "Tell me now or I'll torture you." Ethan stuck his tongue out in playful defiance and giggled at the younger boy. "Ok then, you asked for it." The youngster chimed. He reached around behind him and latched onto Ethan's shorts, squeezing his boy nuggets.
"Owe..." Ethan groaned. "Watch it, them's me family jewels." He spouted in a mock English accent. He rolled then, spilling the younger boy off of him, and twisting around, Ethan gained the upper hand and straddled the younger boy, pinning him to the bed.
"Whatcha gonna do now dancin' boy? Ethan teased, and this time he was the one to reach around and playfully return the little nut squeeze.
"Oye... " Ellis chirped. "Careful mate, or the lads will get angry." Ethan laughed at him, and then pinned both of Ellis' arms to the bed above his head with one hand, and began to tickle him with the other. The younger boy giggled and squirmed, trying to roll him off, but Ethan outweighed him and it proved impossible.
"I thought you were going to torture me?" Ethan reminded him.
"Okay, ok..." Ellis' replied, still giggling. "I give up. Let me up and I'll do anything you want." Ethan's eyes widened and he smiled.
"Anything?" He queried.
"Yeah, anything..." The younger boy offered, and he winked rather suggestively.
"Okay then dancin' boy..." Ethan considered. "I want you to..." He paused as if thinking. "I want you to dance for me."
Ellis looked at him with mild surprise. "Oh man... I thought you were gonna ask me to, you know, maybe jerk off with you or something."
"Depends how sexy your dancing is..." Ethan teased with a crooked smile. The younger boy was thoughtful for a moment, and suddenly grinned up at him; clearly he had something in mind. Ethan let him up, and Ellis reached over to the bed stand and picked up Ethan's Ipad.
"Can I use this?" The young Brit asked. He turned on the Ipad and did a quick music search on line. Moments later a familiar old song started playing. Ellis stepped back and with a mischievous smile he started bobbing his head and hips to the music. The song, by LAMFO was called 'Sexy and I know it.'
Much to Ethan's surprise Ellis started gyrating around to the song, even singing along with it. Immediately Ethan began laughing, as Ellis exaggerated his hip thrusts, and movements seemed to be well rehearsed with this little number. When the song lyric said 'Girl look at that body', young Ellis quickly pulled his shirt off over his head, and made a comical pouty look, flexing his boyish muscles.
It was hilarious to watch the younger boy's practiced moves, as he jiggled and wiggled in time with the song, just as they had done it in the video. Another line in the song says, 'I got passion in my pants, and I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it'. Ellis was ready for the line, and he quickly dropped his shorts to the floor. Wearing nothing but his low-rise briefs, Ellis thrust hips out suggestively to the hard beat of the music.
Ethan was all but rolling on the bed with laughter, as the 'sexy boy' bit continued. Ellis raised his hands up over his head and moved in a very seductive and flexible manner; which to Ethan's further surprise was actually starting to give him a bit of a stiffy. Ellis' hopped up, standing on the bed now; his bold hip thrusts caused his underwear clad boy package to jump forward and back very teasingly. In short, the dancing, though comedic, really was quite sexy.
Near the end of the song, one of the lyrics said, ‘Check it out, wiggle wiggle wiggle yeah', Ellis wiggled his hips, making his limp biscuit gyrate wildly. Ethan could only laugh at the younger boy's antics, and when the song finally ended, Ellis suggestively grabbed his package and gave one last prominent hip thrust.
Ethan was nearly tearing up with laughter, the dance had been so totally hilarious. But at the same time, Ethan marveled at the younger boy's rhythm and dance moves; the young Brit was most certainly a great little dancer.
Ellis smiled sheepishly at Ethan as he stood there with his little boy bulge pushing out against his underpants. "Was that 'sexy' enough for you?" Ellis teased. Apparently it was, because Ethan was sitting on the bed with a stiffy of his own.
"Yeah, that was awesome dude. You most certainly are, sexy..."
"So..." Ellis wondered. "We gonna diddle our pickles, or what." Ethan grinned and nodded at the younger boy. Ellis smiled broadly, and without another word he slipped out of his underwear and plopped down next to Ethan on the bed. "Let's do this..." He grinned...
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*Excerpt From Previous Chapter:
*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..." *
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Trevor had his own doubts as continued to look at the twelve-year-old American boy, his eyes perusing Ethan's soft boyish features. He rolled then, so that he was lying atop Ethan, their warm smooth bodies touching from chest to toe. His eyes studied the younger lad with both youthful desire and unresolved disquiet.
The English boy was certainly attracted to Ethan, he had little doubt about that. But even now his confused thoughts begged the question, why? Was it boys that fired his ovens; or was this simply raging, adolescent hormones maneuvering his ship, sparing nothing in its path.
To this point, everything he had done with Ethan, and even his cousin Ellis, had been playful experimentation; fueled by curiosity and the forward thrust of adolescence. Yet even at the tender age of thirteen, he knew that intercourse was the ultimate expression of his sexuality. It would define him... He dipped his head, placing gentle lips playfully against Ethan's in a brief wet touch.
"What's wrong?" Ethan questioned the look on his face. Trevor flashed a quick smile.
"Nothin'. I'm just... I don't know, scared maybe." Trevor confessed.
"What... Why would you be scared? It's alright, I mean, I want to do this with you."
"No, it's not that." Trevor reasoned. "Its just, if we... I mean, if I go all the way with you, well... Maybe that decides like, who I am." Ethan frowned slightly, absorbing those words.
"You mean, it decides if you like boys or not?" The youngster queried.
"Well, yeah. I guess." Trevor concluded. "I mean, I do like boys, I think. I like you, ya know, but more than just being friends and stuff. I'm attracted to you in other ways." Ethan nodded, and smiled softly.
"I like you too. You know, in other ways." Ethan affirmed with a timid grin. "This stuff is just so wild, but it's so fun to do. This puberty stuff is all new to me, but, I really like it... And, and... Well I don't know why, but when I'm around you I get... Well, all fluttery inside." Ethan blushed, having said it out loud.
Trevor smiled down at him, the feel of Ethan's naked body beneath him made him feel 'all fluttery inside' as well... Lowering his head, Trev went in with open lips; tongue playfully exploring the wet recess' of Ethan's open mouth.
The boys wriggled around cemented together, the skin on skin friction reigniting them from the momentary pause during their conversation. Ethan could feel Trevor's firm spike grinding warmly against his own, moist rivulets of precum wetting their turgid flesh.
Trevor pulled away, drawing his body downward, then, purposefully taking Ethan's boyhood into his mouth. He suckled on its swollen length, cleaning it of its sticky coating and searching for more from his knoblike tip. Ethan cooed, and writhed pleasurably as this British invasion vacuumed his young crank. "Uhhh-ooohh..." he moaned throatily. "Ohhh fuck Trev..."
The older boy glanced upward at him, while still teasing the warm cocklet with his tongue. He smiled mischievously, an impish gleam sparkling in his green eyes. He allowed Ethan's young tool to slip from his mouth, and he continued licking and kissing downward along his shaft.
He licked playfully at Ethan's loose fleshy boy sac, rolling the large marbles with his tongue, encompassing them. "Mmm...." Ethan moaned in fervent pleasure, causing Trevor to smile, enjoying the results of his tonguelike frottage.
The English boy moved up slightly, licking now at the sparse, threadlike filaments of pubic hair that barely dusted Ethan's porcelain mound. He trapped several between his teeth, and tugged ever so slightly on them in a teasingly erotic gesture. The older boy smiled again, then with the flicking tip of his extended tongue, he licked playfully around the base of young Ethan's swollen spike.
The younger boy's thin tumescent tube twitched, drooling another thick droplet of tasty precum; which Trevor met halfway down, with an eager tongue. Another naughty smile crossed his face, and the older boy shifted again, lifting one of Ethan's thighs up and outward, exposing the youngster's pink wrinkle.
Trevor wasted no time, his tongue explored the rosy ring, flicking playfully over the bunched grommet. Ethan's hips raised involuntarily, as if drawn to the erotic intrusion.
"Gahhhhh.... Uhhh...." He winced excitedly as his insides tightened against the flexible wet probe. Trevor continued to swirl his taste muscle wetly around the area, lubing it generously with certain intent.
Gaining his knees now, Trevor raised and spread Ethan's other thigh, as he sidled in more closely to the younger boy's bottom. Eyes gleaming with anticipation, Ethan held his own legs aloft now as Trevor maneuvered his boylike phallus into position; squeezing it to force several sticky droplets of precum onto Ethan's wrinkled entrance.
The older boy flexed his hips forward then, touching his tip to the heated pink ring of flesh. He paused for one last glance at the other boy, then pressed forward. "MMMmmm..." Ethan moaned as Trevor's knob parted his pucker, and slipped smoothly past the organic gate.
"Oh fuck..." Ethan sighed, and grunted breathily as it entered him.
"Alright?" Trevor questioned. Ethan bit his lip slightly and nodded that it was ok for the older boy to continue.
Leaning his body weight inward, Trevor's swollen sausage began to sink slowly into the warmth of Ethan's rectum. Both boys moaned audibly this time. One adjusting to the intrusion, the other enthralled by the moist heat clamping tightly around his boy digit.
"Ohh, oh man..." Ethan mumbled, his insides taut but relaxing slowly.
"Mmm yeah..." Trevor offered, his body shuddering with delight as he bottomed out, then began moving himself in very gentle rocking motions, barely even moving his boyhood. "You still okay?" Trevor asked, opening his eyes to look at Ethan.
"Yeah." Ethan answered. "It feels good now that my bung's getting used to it." Trevor smiled and leaned forward between Ethan's thighs, lowering himself enough to exchange a tender kiss. Ethan nipped his lip playfully, and smiled. "This feels so weird." he breathed. "But good too... Go on and try humping a little."
Trevor smiled and slowly withdrew his hips, drawing his sausage out along with it. Watching Ethan's face, he changed direction and pushed inward again. Ethan nodded approvingly, and Trevor began a slow, steady humping motion.
The initial tightness had subsided, and Ethan could now begin to feel and enjoy the thin meaty pickle that was sliding in and out of him. "Faster..." he urged. Trevor responded, quickening his pace. "Mmmph.... Yeah, that's it..." Ethan breathed.
Trevor rested his weight forward, moving their torso's closer together and his hands on the bed on either side of Ethan's chest; this allowed for a more comfortable up and down motion with his hips. "Mmmm.... mmm..... mmm...." Ethan hummed with every inward pump, until his mouth sagged open, and his sounds became more like guttural moans of pleasure.
Trevor was also issuing throaty grunts, as Ethan's insides gripped him like a tight undulating clamp. The physical pleasure in his genitals was unique, different from what masturbation offered. Excited, his boyish thrusts became more aggressive now, and his testicles began to bounce against Ethan's rump. "Ohhh, oh man..." he sighed.
Ethan's hands had been firmly on Trevor's sweaty arms, but he slid them downward now, clinging to the English boy's sides; rising and falling with each deliberate thrust. After several minutes, Trevor could feel the buildup coming, "Shiiiiiit Ethan... Uhh, I'm gonna'.... Gonna'... Blow...." Trevor moaned thickly.
His legs tightened, infused suddenly with endorphins; his butt cheeks seized in a tight clench and his deeply embedded knob seemed to swell. The pressure intensified in his nut sac, and without warning his overly primed pump let loose in a sensuous series of wet sloppy pulses.
Ethan could feel it rush into him like heated injections, and his groans seemed to match those of the other boy... It felt as though it went on for quite some time, but more likely just mere seconds. However long it was, it was wildly intense. It was glorious... And finally, when the contractions stopped and Trevor felt totally drained, his torso slumped down on top of the younger boy. Chest to chest, moist heated skin and thrumming heartbeats conjoined into one spent, sweat slickened boy pile.
Ethan could feel Trevor's spent cartridge slip out of him as their bodies continued to mold together in the aftermath. His bung tingled, but not in an unpleasant way; it just did. Trevor managed to lift his head. "Please tell me you're alright..." he breathed. Ethan looked into his eyes and nodded with a timid smile.
"That was..." Ethan paused, searching for words; Trevor smiled down at him, then lowered his head to kiss the younger boy warmly on the lips. Exhausted, they smiled softly at each other.
"Was it what you expected?" Trevor wondered curiously. Ethan shrugged slightly.
"Yeah... I mean, I didn't really know what to expect, did I!" he stated. "It was, wild. It was, weird and exciting all at the same time. But yeah, I kinda liked it," he said thoughtfully. "Was it what you expected?" Ethan wondered back. Trevor's grin seemed to answer the question.
"It was pretty amazing." The thirteen-year-old acknowledged dreamily. "Give us a short rest, and then you can have a go." Trevor offered. Ethan smiled softly, and looked up at Trevor, studying the British boy's beautiful features and his amazingly green eyes. He smiled broadly.
"That's okay. We both got to feel something new. It was your turn this time, I can wait for another time to switch it around. It's kinda fun to have something to look forward to anyways." The boys looked at each other, and they both smiled tiredly again. They exchanged another tender kiss, then Trevor lay alongside his young American friend, and still naked the boys nodded off for a brief but needed snooze.
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Ethan woke some thirty minutes later to the feel of Trevor, gently swirling a fingertip over his lower stomach and across his naked pubic mound, just diddling his soft boylike pubes. He opened his eyes to see the older boy smiling up at him.
"What?" Ethan wondered quietly with a return smirk. Trevor's fingers lowered, and he grasped Ethan's softened three inch penis between his fingertips.
"You have to have some fun too mate..." Trevor replied, as his head dipped, and he nuzzled at the limp flesh. Ethan smiled down at him, instantly enjoying his warm touch. With no warning, Trevor took the flaccid peg into his mouth and sucked on the soft flexible hose.
"Oh man, you're gonna' get me boned up again." Ethan admonished.
"That's the idea." Trevor grinned, pulling off of the flaccid but wet noodle for a moment. He quickly returned to his task, and with lovingly smooth motions he rapidly stirred Ethan into arousal.
The English boy sucked with gentle upward pulls until Ethan's prong stood proudly on its own. It glistened wetly when Trevor pulled off to look at the four and a half inch wand, and then he grinned proudly up at Ethan. "Yeah, now give us a kiss mate." He replied, leaning forward to kiss Ethan's inflated knob.
Ethan laughed and wiggled his hips playfully, then tucked his hands behind his head to watch Trev's antics. "Come on then... " Trevor beamed, "How bout a lit'le taste of sweet boy honey..." He wrapped his mouth around Ethan's organ again and began a dutiful barrage of tonguing and sucking.
It took several minutes, but Ethan was already primed from before, and he soon began to leak the telltale stickiness of clear pre-ejaculate. "Mmm..." Trevor hummed as he savored the boyishly sweet taste on his tongue.
With finger and thumb, Trev stroked the base of Ethan's boyhood, while continuing his masterful suckling. Shortly, the younger boy began to moan in earnest, his legs twitching sporadically, and soon his back arched in the grips of impending release. "UUUhhhhh...." He grunted, his fists clenched on the gray woolen blanket...
He tried desperately to hold off longer, but it was beyond him. "OH FUUCCCKK..." he shouted as his insides roiled. Trevor felt Ethan's bulb thicken in his mouth, and then came that sweet boy honey he'd been looking for. It spewed with intense surges, multiple offerings of wet, sticky sweet boy cum. And Trevor happily took it all.
With one last moan, Ethan went slack, crumpling back to the bed; his balls aching with the intensity of his joyful release, and his first official blowjob It had been an epic orgasm, and he reached down to cup his hand protectively over his scrotum. "Ohh man...." he sighed, finally opening his eyes and staring upward blankly.
Finally he glanced at Trevor, who was lying beside him with a shit eating grin on his face. "Cush..." The older boy offered, licking his lips much like a bear who'd just pulled his snout from the honey jar.
Ethan smiled weakly and closed his eyes a moment to gather himself. After a long minute the boys sat up on the edge of the bed, and looked at each other. "Nice one mate... That was quite the discharge."
"I think you drained me dry." Ethan replied laughing. "Thanks Trev. That was 'bloody awesome', as you would say..." Trev grinned and winked at him.
"Any time my fine mate, any time." The boys rounded up their clothes from the floor, and slipped back into them. Trevor shut off the propane lantern, and they shuffled out of the old stone cottage.
After sliding the bolt and securing the heavy oaken door, the boys climbed back onto their four wheelers, and firing them up they headed back across the meadow and through one of the many woodland areas, heading back toward the manor.
Cresting the last hill, the great stone mansion of Hetherington Court came into spectacular view, and the boys turned their machines toward it. It was an awesome looking structure, especially when seen from this view, slightly above it on one of the many green hills that sprawled across the expansive English Estate.
"This is so cool." Ethan remarked as they rode, the wind washing his blond hair back off his forehead. "We have some old looking buildings and stuff in Connecticut, but nothing quite like this."
"Yeah... Well England's been around a bit longer than the States, hasn't it?" Trevor replied with a smile.
The boys dropped down the lush hillside and came round on the backside of the mansion, where the stand alone stone garage stood at the end of the long cobbled drive.
They hopped off the four wheelers and Trevor slid one of the large doors open so that they could push the Honda's back into rear corner the garage.
"That was fun Trev, thanks..." Ethan offered.
"Which part of the ride did you like best? Trevor questioned. Ethan only grinned.
"We can ride back up to the cottage, and I'll show you..." The younger boy answered with a sly smile, causing Trevor to laugh out loud.
"Yeah, that was my favorite part as well." The English boy said, and together they left the auto garage and walked down the cobblestone drive to the side door leading back into the mansion near the pantry.
"Hungry?" Trevor asked as they strolled in through the kitchen.
"Starving..." Ethan responded. The boys rummaged in the large fridge, finding several of the leftover steaks from yesterday’s bar-b-cue. Trevor grabbed up a few hard-rolls from the pantry, and the boys worked side by side putting together a couple of tasty steak-n-cheese sandwiches.
"Grab a bag of crisps from the pantry." Trevor instructed, "And I'll get a few sodas for us." With food and drinks in tow, the boys headed out back to sit outside in the fresh air by the pool deck; where they proceeded to grub down on their makeshift lunch.
When they'd finished eating, the boys kicked off their shoes and socks, and then sprawled out on two of the deck chairs beside the pool. "Fancy a swim?" Trevor suggested after a few minutes lounging.
"Yeah, but I'm kinda' feeling too lazy to go up and put my swim suit on." Ethan replied.
"Hmm... Me too." Trevor grinned, and standing up he didn't hesitate to pull off his cargo shorts. He stood for a moment, and wearing nothing but a pair of cotton briefs he glanced at Ethan and dove into the swimming pool.
"What the..." Ethan shook his head when Trevor surfaced halfway from the edge.
"Comin?" The English boy asked.
"But what if someone comes home?" the younger boy wondered.
"So... It’s just our skivvies." Trevor justified, "No ones gonna' crack a nut over that. Come on mate, strip off..."
Ethan shook his head and grinned at the older boy, then hopped up and stripped off his shorts. Feeling just a bit exposed outside in the open air like this, he quickly took a running leap into the pool. The boys had a nice casual swim in the refreshingly cool water, and eventually they crawled out to settle themselves on two of the deck chairs, to relax and take some sun.
Ethan couldn't help but to glance over at his English friend, reclined comfortably with his eyes closed alongside of him. Ethan's eyes wandered over the Brit's sleek boyish form. His body glistened, still dripping with pool water, and his underwear molded wetly around the boy's youthful package. Ethan glanced up to see that he wasn't being observed, then returned his gaze to the rounded cloth clad protuberance.
He shivered happily, gazing at the pinioned flesh. It seemed amazing, all the exotic experiences he was having on this trip. He never would have believed that he'd be staring longingly at another boy's private parts; let alone all the other sexual things they'd done.
His eyes drifted upward to look at the thirteen-year-olds' soft facial features. Trevor was stunningly cute, though perhaps still too young to be thought of as handsome yet; but he would be...
Ethan smiled softly to himself, but just as suddenly felt a twinge of sadness come over him. He'd be heading back home in a few days, and he knew he'd certainly miss his new English friends. He sighed deeply.
"Well, what's this then?" Came a familiar voice off to his right. He turned to see Ellis and Ashford standing only a few feet away, both sported amused smiles. "Apparently," the Housman said, "Someone's misplaced their swimsuits.
"Oh shit..." Ethan breathed looking down, suddenly embarrassed that he and Trevor were only wearing thin pairs of wet, clingy briefs. He covered himself with his hand, and smiled sheepishly at the newcomers.
"No one told me we'd be skinny dipping." Ellis chortled, and in a flash he stripped off his shirt, his shorts, and even his underpants, before leaping with a gleeful cry into the swimming pool.
Trevor sat up and laughed, then hopping up from his deck chair he dove into the water alongside his cousin, leaving Ethan sitting alone in his underpants. With an embarrassed smile, Ethan got to is feet, still hanging his hands loosely in front of his mid section.
"I uh... I guess I'll just join the others." he muttered awkwardly to Ashford, as he backed toward the pool, then turned and quickly jumped in.
"Come on Ashford, join us..." Ellis giggled playfully from the water.
"Oh it would be the highlight of my day..." Ashford retorted sarcastically. He shook his head, and with bemused smile he turned and headed back inside. The boys swam around for a bit, before gathering at the shallow end, sitting together on the underwater steps.
"So what'd you guys do today?" Ellis questioned of the others. Trevor and Ethan just smiled and exchanged knowing glances.
"Nothin..." Trev replied finally. "Took the four wheelers out for a ride is all."
"Yeah? Where'd you ride to?" the youngster persisted.
"Just around... And, you know, I showed Ethan the Cottage." Ellis' eyes widened, and a small smile crossed his lips.
"The Cottage eh... I missed out on some good stuff again didn't I?" Ellis grinned.
"No..." Trevor replied. "Well, maybe just a little..." Ellis splashed an armload of water at the two older boys.
"Oh man, I miss out on everything." he pouted jokingly. "Well, the least you lot can do is skinny dip with me now."
Trevor glanced at Ethan, and with a mischievous look, he began wiggling about underwater. A moment later he lifted his underwear in the air and tossed them out onto the pool deck near their discarded shorts. "Well then..." He grinned, looking at Ethan, "Not gonna' leave the two of us hangin' out are ya?"
Ethan looked skeptically at the two Brits. "You want me to swim naked in the pool? With Ashford right inside the house, and knowing that our parents could come home pretty soon..."
"Well yeah. Come on mate, its fine. Ashford's cool, he won't squeal us out." Ellis said. Ethan looked from one boy to the other shaking his head incredulously.
"I'm beginning to think you two are a bad influence on me..." the American boy said with a smirk. He crouched down in the water for a few seconds, and then surfaced with a wry look on his face. He raised his hand out of the water, clutching his crumpled underwear. "Bloody hell..." he said comedic, and without looking he tossed his dripping bunched up undies over his shoulder toward the pool deck, where they fell with a wet sounding plop.
Trevor and Ellis were looking past him, and both suddenly started laughing. "What?" Ethan questioned, turning his head to look behind him. Standing on the pool deck, holding a tray of lemonade for the boys, was Ashford. Ethan's wet, bunched up underwear had landed precisely at his feet. Blushing, Ethan shook his head with a sheepish look on his face, while the other boys continued to laugh.
"When did I lose control?" Ashford mumbled to himself as he looked down at Ethan's wet skivvies. Setting the tray of drinks down on one of the tables, the Houseman stooped and picked up the wet undies, pinched between thumb and forefinger.
"Sorry Ashford..." Ethan offered apologetically.
"Not to worry lad." Ashford smiled, as he went about picking up all the other discarded clothing that the boys had left scattered on the pool deck.
With Trevor and Ellis still chuckling, the boys returned to swimming, or, more accurately, skinny dipping. Ashford had picked up the last of their clothes, and holding the pile in his arms he looked back at the naked boys in the pool and smiled. "A bit like Aborigines from New Guinea, those boys..." He smiled again, and headed back into the mansion with the boy's clothing still bundled in his arms.
They frolicked in the pool for twenty minutes or so. There was a good deal of laughing, and considerably more grab-ass-ing going on under the surface. After a time, Ellis pulled himself up onto the pool coping, and casually walked to the table to drink down some of the lemonade that Ashford had brought out for them.
Trevor joined him, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they were butt naked and standing right out in the open. Ethan watched the two beautifully naked English boys with considerable interest, and finally with a little grin, he decided to just go with the flow.
Crawling out of the pool, he joined the other boys, sitting quite casually in the buff around the table and sipping the refreshing lemonade. He stiffened for a moment when Ashford came outside with a bowl of sugar dipped strawberries; but the Housman was so damn likable that Ethan suddenly realized he didn't even care anymore.
When the boys had finished up their treats, they hit the pool again for several minutes before getting out to sprawl across the reclining lawn chairs and enjoying the warmth of the late afternoon sun.
There was a surprise in store however some fifteen minutes later, when they suddenly realized that their parents had come home, and were currently walking in through the front doors. "Oh shit..." Ethan moaned, looking around quickly for his clothes.
"Oh crimeny, Ashford picked up after us..." Trevor pointed out, jumping up from the lawn chair. And then, just as they were beginning to panic, one of the leaded glass side doors opened up, and there stood Ashford the Houseman with an armful of fluffy cotton towels.
He bobbed his head toward the door, indicating for the boys to hurry this way. The three very naked lads scrambled around the deck furniture, boy bits flopping, and bolted toward the Houseman.
With a stoic, yet amused smile, Ashford handed them each a large bath towel as they ran past into the study. Ethan was last through the door, and with towel still in hand he paused to look back. "Thanks Ashford..." the boy smiled sincerely, and then he scrambled after the others toward the back stairs.
A minute later the boys had all tumbled into Ethan's room, and piled onto the bed, towels now wrapped safely around their waists. "That was a close one." Ellis pointed out, giggling as he did so. They all began to laugh, at their naughty and cunning escape.
"Think they'd have been mad at us?" Ethan wondered.
"Not mad really." Trevor answered, and deepening his voice doing his very best impersonation of his father he added, "Now that's no way for English gentlemen to behave, parading around in the altogether..."
"I'm not an English gentleman, I'm like eleven." Ellis giggled.
"And I'm not even English." Ethan added humorously, as the boys continued to laugh about their narrow escape.
Some twenty minutes later, after the boys had all taken quick showers, and put some actual clothes on, they all headed downstairs in search of their parents. Apparently the adults were all sitting out by the pool now, and as the boys went outside and filed past Ashford, they all discreetly bumped knuckles with him, in a conspiratorial gesture of thanks.
The boys joined the adults on the patio and exchanged general accounts of how everyone's day had gone. Being another gorgeous evening, dinner was eventually served out on the patio once again.
The house cook had prepared a wonderful prime rib meal, sided with baby potatoes in a special garlic and minced shallot Béarnaise sauce, and cold creamed asparagus soup. It was extremely tasty, and having had a long day, Ethan and pals ate quiet generously of everything.
They had just gotten around to dessert when Ashford came out to the patio with a portable phone from the house. "Pardon the interruption, but there's a call that should be taken." he said, as he approached the table.
Mr. Hetherington took the call, listened for a moment, and then turned to look at his son, Trevor. "This may interest you son..." he said, handing the phone auspiciously to Trevor.
"Hello, this is Trevor." the boy announced into the phone. He paused to listen for a moment. "Um, yes, most certainly... Thank you so much... Yes, thank you sir." And with that he hung up the call. Looking around at everyone as a big smile brightened his face.
"Well, what's happened then?" Ellis questioned of his cousin.
"That was the Wimbledon BBG proxy. I was voted in as an alternate ball boy to do the Gentlemen's Finals on Sunday." He beamed.
"That's wonderful son..." Both his parents responded, and their son smiled broadly. Ethan could feel the excitement, but he was a little confused as to what it all meant.
"So, what's that mean, officially?" Ethan asked.
"Every year, the senior, most experienced Ball Boys get to do the Gentlemen's Championship, the final match of the Wimbledon Tournament on show court number one. They select two alternates, in case the match goes five sets, or if a ball boy can't continue for some reason. I'm only thirteen... That's younger than the usual age to be a ball boy in the first place. Newbie's never get the finals, and they voted me in... It's amazing."
"Well, it's a reward son." Mr. Hetherington stated. "By all accounts, you did an exemplary job each of the days you worked the tourney, so, well done son."
"It's prob'ly cause of getting beaned with Ferrer's racquet that day..." Ellis suggested. Thinking back to that first appearance, when David Ferrer's racquet had slipped out of his hand and struck Trevor viciously in the face. Trevor had barely flinched, and he stayed true to his assignment, even retrieving the racquet for the player.
"Well, I suppose that's part of it, yes." Mr. Hetherington agreed. "Because Trevor kept his composure, and remained consistent and professional throughout."
"That's so cool..." Ethan beamed, clapping Trevor on the shoulder. "I'm really happy for you Trev." The older boy grinned, slightly embarrassed now by the attention, but he was thrilled to have been selected.
Ashford took the portable phone from him, giving him a little squeeze of recognition on the shoulder. "There's a good lad..." he quipped, "I'm proud of ya..."
"Thanks." Trevor smiled boyishly. The group chatted for a time, while they finished up their desserts of Custard tarts with fresh raspberries; and finally the boys filtered inside and up to their rooms on the third floor.
As seemed to be their new custom, they all gravitated to Ethan's room. It was the largest being a guest room, and it had the biggest bed. The boys lay out on the bed for awhile playing several card games, including one called Uno, but Trevor lost every round. His mind was clearly not on their card game, because he was so totally keyed up and excited about being selected for ball boy duties on Sunday.
He finally gave up playing, saying that he was tired. He gave an uncharacteristic hug to his cousin, and then to Ethan, before saying goodnight and slipping across the hall to his own room.
"Prob'ly wants to jack off in private." Ellis said offhandedly.
"I don't know," Ethan answered, “He already got a good workout with that kind of stuff today..." Ellis looked at him and smirked.
"Just what did you guys do out at the cottage today?" The younger boy teased.
"Nothin." Ethan grinned, "I'll never tell..."
"Oh yeah." Ellis smiled, and he sprung on top of Ethan, straddling him and sitting on his stomach. "Tell me now or I'll torture you." Ethan stuck his tongue out in playful defiance and giggled at the younger boy. "Ok then, you asked for it." The youngster chimed. He reached around behind him and latched onto Ethan's shorts, squeezing his boy nuggets.
"Owe..." Ethan groaned. "Watch it, them's me family jewels." He spouted in a mock English accent. He rolled then, spilling the younger boy off of him, and twisting around, Ethan gained the upper hand and straddled the younger boy, pinning him to the bed.
"Whatcha gonna do now dancin' boy? Ethan teased, and this time he was the one to reach around and playfully return the little nut squeeze.
"Oye... " Ellis chirped. "Careful mate, or the lads will get angry." Ethan laughed at him, and then pinned both of Ellis' arms to the bed above his head with one hand, and began to tickle him with the other. The younger boy giggled and squirmed, trying to roll him off, but Ethan outweighed him and it proved impossible.
"I thought you were going to torture me?" Ethan reminded him.
"Okay, ok..." Ellis' replied, still giggling. "I give up. Let me up and I'll do anything you want." Ethan's eyes widened and he smiled.
"Anything?" He queried.
"Yeah, anything..." The younger boy offered, and he winked rather suggestively.
"Okay then dancin' boy..." Ethan considered. "I want you to..." He paused as if thinking. "I want you to dance for me."
Ellis looked at him with mild surprise. "Oh man... I thought you were gonna ask me to, you know, maybe jerk off with you or something."
"Depends how sexy your dancing is..." Ethan teased with a crooked smile. The younger boy was thoughtful for a moment, and suddenly grinned up at him; clearly he had something in mind. Ethan let him up, and Ellis reached over to the bed stand and picked up Ethan's Ipad.
"Can I use this?" The young Brit asked. He turned on the Ipad and did a quick music search on line. Moments later a familiar old song started playing. Ellis stepped back and with a mischievous smile he started bobbing his head and hips to the music. The song, by LAMFO was called 'Sexy and I know it.'
Much to Ethan's surprise Ellis started gyrating around to the song, even singing along with it. Immediately Ethan began laughing, as Ellis exaggerated his hip thrusts, and movements seemed to be well rehearsed with this little number. When the song lyric said 'Girl look at that body', young Ellis quickly pulled his shirt off over his head, and made a comical pouty look, flexing his boyish muscles.
It was hilarious to watch the younger boy's practiced moves, as he jiggled and wiggled in time with the song, just as they had done it in the video. Another line in the song says, 'I got passion in my pants, and I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it'. Ellis was ready for the line, and he quickly dropped his shorts to the floor. Wearing nothing but his low-rise briefs, Ellis thrust hips out suggestively to the hard beat of the music.
Ethan was all but rolling on the bed with laughter, as the 'sexy boy' bit continued. Ellis raised his hands up over his head and moved in a very seductive and flexible manner; which to Ethan's further surprise was actually starting to give him a bit of a stiffy. Ellis' hopped up, standing on the bed now; his bold hip thrusts caused his underwear clad boy package to jump forward and back very teasingly. In short, the dancing, though comedic, really was quite sexy.
Near the end of the song, one of the lyrics said, ‘Check it out, wiggle wiggle wiggle yeah', Ellis wiggled his hips, making his limp biscuit gyrate wildly. Ethan could only laugh at the younger boy's antics, and when the song finally ended, Ellis suggestively grabbed his package and gave one last prominent hip thrust.
Ethan was nearly tearing up with laughter, the dance had been so totally hilarious. But at the same time, Ethan marveled at the younger boy's rhythm and dance moves; the young Brit was most certainly a great little dancer.
Ellis smiled sheepishly at Ethan as he stood there with his little boy bulge pushing out against his underpants. "Was that 'sexy' enough for you?" Ellis teased. Apparently it was, because Ethan was sitting on the bed with a stiffy of his own.
"Yeah, that was awesome dude. You most certainly are, sexy..."
"So..." Ellis wondered. "We gonna diddle our pickles, or what." Ethan grinned and nodded at the younger boy. Ellis smiled broadly, and without another word he slipped out of his underwear and plopped down next to Ethan on the bed. "Let's do this..." He grinned...
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