Ethan And The Ball Boy
Chapter 09
* 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 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 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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The following morning, Friday, seemed to be quite laid back around the mansion. Ethan had woken around eight, and he lay in his bed for awhile, recounting everything that had happened the previous day. Top on his mind of course was the 'big event' which had transpired between him and Trevor out at the stone cottage.
This was the first opportunity he'd had since then, to stop and really think about it. He had done sexual things, with another boy. And it wasn't just the little stuff. It was the Granddaddy of them all, he'd had intercourse with another boy.
As he thought about it now, it seemed a bit strange to him somehow. A twelve year old boy, who was still quite a boy, engaged in a sexual encounter in that fashion. It was hard to think of it as just his natural emerging sexuality. The curious wonder that causes all pubescent boys to explore to one extent or another. It wasn't that.
This felt like it had deeper meaning somehow. It hadn't been simple idle curiosity; you know, wondering what this is, or what that felt like. It didn't feel like one of the many unfolding secrets or mysteries of his coming of age.
Clearly he had feelings for Trevor. But at the same time Ethan was a smart kid, and he knew that he and his father would be returning to the U.S. in a few days, and that whatever was going on between he and Trevor would have to come to its own natural conclusion.
The experience had been meaningful... Yes, it was exciting, and fun; and yes it may have been inspired somewhat by curiosity. But he had also wanted to share an intimacy with Trevor that he'd never shared with anyone else. It was all so damn confusing for a twelve year old boy...
Ethan got himself out of bed and strolled casually down the hallway to take a quick morning shower. As he stood under the warm flow of water, he trailed his hands softly over his naked body, as if rediscovering himself for the first time.
He paid special attention to his boyish curves, his youthful musculature, even the softness of his warm skin. Washing into his buttocks, he felt the tenderness of his own youthful boy opening; which he had shared with Trevor, and now, quite gently he inserted his fingertip into that most private of burrows.
His mind wandered back to yesterday, and he relived Trevor's first time entrance into him. Ethan shivered pleasantly with the memory. Moving his soapy hands around his body now, Ethan cupped his balls loosely, feeling of their roundness and sag. He slid his hand upward to cover his soft phallus, gently handling and squeezing the pliable, rubbery appendage.
It was a marvel, this meaty boy tool. From the mundane discharge of bodily fluids, to the most alluring and appealing prominence of sexual arousal. This source of untold pleasure, which even now Ethan could feel expanding into firmness.
His boy parts seemed to ache slightly. Nothing unpleasant, just a sign of their heavy usage the past few days. He looked down at his now swollen peg; puberty seemed to be ever calling to him, even now.
Ethan smiled slightly as he looked at his youthful erection. Ah, the wonderful pleasures it had brought him already, let alone the joyous adventures to come. He fancied having a yank right now, but thought better of it. Perhaps a rest was in order for his strained boy bits; and he smiled at the thought.
Finishing his shower, Ethan stepped out of the travertine stall and grabbed up a soft cotton towel. He watched curiously in the large mirror as he dried himself. His youthful body still boylike, but clearly on the verge of emergence.
Gone was any fattiness of pre pubescence. His testicles seemed to dangle in their smooth hairless purse, more loosely than they did before; and the cut of his young physique bespoke of his coming teen age years. He turned to examine himself at different angles in the mirror, smiling softly, pleased with what he saw.
Finishing his visual inspection, Ethan finally wrapped the towel firmly around himself, then gathered his shorts and headed back down the hall toward his room. As he neared his room, the door across the hall from his opened.
Trevor stepped out into the hallway and glanced at him briefly, before looking away with an almost embarrassed look on his face. "Morning..." he muttered to the floor, then started quickly down the hallway toward the stairs.
"Morning Trev." Ethan replied, looking after him. "Are you all right?" he asked of the retreating English boy.
"I'm fine." Trevor answered, without slowing or looking back as he hurried down the stairs and out of sight. Ethan stood for a moment, slightly confused. 'What's up with him?' he wondered to himself.
He stepped into his own room closing the door quietly behind him, and then he pulled the towel loose from around his waist. Reaching into the wardrobe, he found a fresh pair of underwear and a polo shirt to change into. When Ethan finished dressing, he combed his hair and headed downstairs for breakfast.
"Morning Ashford." he greeted the Houseman as he entered the kitchen.
"Morning lad." the Houseman returned with a pleasant smile. Ethan crossed to the table and he sat opposite Trevor. The older boy barely glanced up at him, then focused uncomfortably on his bowl of cereal.
"What's up?" Ethan questioned innocently.
"Nothin." Came the simple but elusive response, as Trevor quickly finished his cereal. He got up from the table, returning his dish into the kitchen. "I'm uh, going out to the tennis court to practice." He remarked to Ashford. And with that, he hurried out of the kitchen without another word. Ethan sat, with a confused look on his face, as the Houseman walked over and placed a warm cooked breakfast in front of him.
"Everything alright between you two?" Ashford wondered.
"Yeah I guess... I mean, I thought so. But Trev's acting kind of weird this morning."
"Indeed..." The Houseman said, glancing thoughtfully at Ethan. "He does seem a bit out of sorts this morning doesn't he... What about you, are you alright lad?" Ethan glanced up at him.
"Yeah, thanks." he smiled, then fell silent as he ate the rest of his breakfast. When he'd finished, Ethan walked through the mansion toward the French doors at the back of the study. He peered out across the back lawn to the tennis courts, where Trevor was banging a tennis ball against the rebound wall.
Slipping outside, Ethan walked up the stone path around the apiary, past the pool. He sauntered slowly down toward the tennis courts, and sat on one of the wooden benches along the side. Quietly he watched Trevor practice, volleying the fluorescent green ball against the back wall. It went on for several minutes, and Trevor finally noticed him when one of the balls ricocheted past him.
Trevor glanced in his direction, then retrieved the loose ball. He stood for a moment as if contemplating. "Grab a racquet..." he directed casually. Ethan stood from the bench, and walked to the storage cupboard to select one of the house racquets.
He joined Trevor at the rebound wall, and the two boys batted the ball against it, alternating shots. They played for five minutes or so, without a word between them, until Ethan hit a ball against the wooden backboard, and Trevor reached out and caught the rebound in his hand, rather than hitting it.
The English boy looked at the ball in his hand, apparently studying it thoughtfully. He bounced it a time or two, before catching it again and looking over at Ethan. "I'm sorry..." he said quietly. Ethan cocked his head, slightly confused now.
"For what?" The American boy asked finally.
"For... For yesterday." Trevor said softly. He walked off to the side of the court and sat on one of the benches. Ethan joined him a moment later, sitting alongside the older boy.
"What are you talking about." Ethan queried, thinking he was missing something.
"Yesterday." Trevor repeated. "You know, what we did out at the cottage." He flushed, quiet obviously embarrassed. Both boys stared silently at the ground for several moments. Ethan thought he understood, in that, it had been an unusual first for the both of them.
"Didn't you like it?" Ethan asked finally. "I thought you liked what we did."
"Of course I liked it." Trevor blushed... "It's just... I don't know, it feels like I kinda took advantage of you or something." he looked stolidly at the ground, as Ethan glanced at him.
"No... I'm the one who asked you to, you know, have sex with me." he said, dropping his voice for the last part.
"Yeah but... That's what I was hoping for, wasn't it. That's why I took you out to the cottage in the first place, you know, so we could be alone and maybe you'd want to do something like that..."
"I did want to do that Trev. You didn't force me, or talk me into anything. That's what I was hoping for as well. I... I've been confused about a lot of things, you know, all the stuff that's going on with me; my body, my urges and stuff... And ever since I met you, well... There was something about you that felt different... Something that, that really interested me." Trevor looked over briefly at Ethan, and then the boys sat silently for a moment, staring at the ground.
"I felt the same toward you." Trevor offered. "I mean, I guess I've known for awhile that I like, boys... But, still I'm only thirteen. I didn't know if it was just natural curiosity, you know, part of growing up. I mean, being around other boys in locker rooms and stuff, and with my cousin staying here and all, well... What with puberty and all, it's only natural that we get excited by the sight of other naked boys. I mean, it's not like we even see girls and stuff; all we ever have around us is other boys."
"And then add puberty to the mix and, well, you get all turned on and stuff... How are you supposed to know if it’s just the situation, or if... Well, if that's what really floats your boat? Messing around, and jacking off, and the like, that's one thing. But I figured that if we actually had sex, you know, that it would remove any doubts. One way or another..."
"And... Did it?" Ethan asked quietly.
"Yeah. Yeah I think it did." Trevor replied thoughtfully. "What about you?"
"I felt the same way you did. It was all so confusing, trying to figure it all out, and knowing where you fit in... That's why I wanted to do it with you too."
"And?" Trev wondered.
"And I liked what we did. I mean, it was weird, and fun, and scary, and... And in the end, it just felt really right somehow."
The boys sat quietly, each with his own thoughts. Adolescence was a strange new place. With so many yearnings. So many complications that you can't just read a book to understand it all. You have to live it. To experience it in real time.
No one can explain what sweet is. You have to taste it, to know what it is. No one can tell you what pain is. You have to feel it, to understand how much it hurts. And no one can tell you what love and emotions are either. You have to experience the feelings, and the draw of it, and the satisfaction of it, to even begin to understand it.
A boy can only do one thing; plunge headlong into the blackness, into the very thick of it. He has to risk feeling the pain, to ever experience any of the pleasure. It’s a cruel trial by fire really. But one every boy goes through in one way or another as they mature.
"I... I'm going home in three days." Ethan pointed out, glancing sadly at Trevor. The English boy looked back at him, a pained expression crossed his face. They both knew that this was coming.
"I know mate." Trevor responded. "It hurts already." He put his arm around Ethan's shoulder pulling him close, and they sat quietly that way for a minute, already feeling the inevitable. From the mansion, Ashford stood, glancing out of an upstairs window at the two boys. He shook his head sadly.
"No way around it is there..?" he muttered to himself with a sincere sigh. He turned and set Ethan's freshly laundered clothes on the bed, and then wandered back out into the hallway to return to his duties.
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Later in the afternoon the three boys went out on errands with Ashford. He had some shopping to do for the Estate, and they were happy to tag along with the Houseman. Not to mention that he'd offered to take them out for a late lunch if they chose to come along.
They'd gone to market, and then to the dry cleaners, to retrieve Mr. Hetherington's Brooks’ Brother’s suits, as well as Trevor's Ralph Lauren ball boy uniform, freshly cleaned and pressed for Sunday. With those chores done, Ashford took the boys to a quaint local little pub and eatery for lunch.
"Best fish-n-chips in the village." He promised, and Ethan was certainly not disappointed. Generous, delicious portions of the English classic were piled in his basket, and he wolfed them down with new found passion. Ashford had enlightened him to sprinkling on some of the special ginger malt vinegar; which was the secret, he said. And the fantastic cucumber summer coleslaw was a fine and tasty side as well.
Perhaps the best part though, was the fact that Ashford dined with the boys. It was a very casual, relaxed lunch, and the Houseman showed that he had a marvelous sense of humor to boot. It may have been the pint or two of beer that he had with lunch; but whatever it was, he was a hoot.
They took their time at lunch, then strolled the village for a time, stopping at another little shop for a berries-n-cream shortcake dessert before returning to the estate. The boys all helped with taking the groceries into the pantry, and stocking the shelves. When they'd finished, they decided on a quick swim, and the boys started up the back staircase to change.
Ashford held Trevor back for a moment. Putting his large hands on Trev's shoulders, he looked him square in the eyes. "You lads gonna' be alright then?" he asked.
"Hmm? What do you mean Ash?" Trevor replied. The Houseman smiled softly.
"You and Ethan." he stated with a pause. "He'll be leavin' in a few days... I just don' wanna' see either of ya gettin' hurt is all..." Trevor looked back at the kindly old Houseman. He smiled softly.
"You always know what's going on, don't you Ash..." he stated. The Houseman shrugged dismissively.
"Not always." He said. "But mostly, yeah..."
"We'll be fine." the boy replied. "Thanks for caring Ash." he smiled, and wrapped his arms around the houseman's waist in a tight, thankful hug. Ashford patted him softly on the back, then pushed him along toward the stairs. Turning away, the Houseman rubbed his finger under his nose, as if stopping a sniffle.
It was a unique situation, being a manservant, in such a prestigious household. He'd been with the family since long before Trevor was born. He more or less ran the estate, taking care of everyone's needs and such. A member of the family, but not.
In many ways, the Houseman had been a father figure to Trevor, perhaps, though in a different way, as much so as Mr. Hetherington himself. One of the drawbacks of being a well-to-do family. The parents sometimes work so hard, nonstop almost to secure their stature, their future, and a good upbringing for the children. At the same time though, the journey is oft times missed along the way.
Ashford had been there for all the memorable moments in Trevor's, and even Ellis' lives. He bathed them as babes, bandaged skinned knees as they grew, and been there for most of the major developments in their lives. Yet, he knew his place. Proper etiquette needed to be maintained, regardless of how impersonal that may play out. But then, there was Ashford. A reassuring hug was always just below the surface; and fierce loyalty to the boys was always of paramount importance to him.
Back upstairs, the boys had all changed into their swimwear, and grabbing up fresh fluffy towels they scrambled down to the pool to make the most of the late afternoon sun. They played as boys should. Carefree. Laughing and leaping, splashing and teasing with all the uninhibited freedom that all boys should have.
Had it not been so late in the day, they may well have tried skinny dipping again, pushing the boundaries of that freedom. But the adults were due home at any time, so decorum won out in the end. Though that didn't stop the prerequisite grab ass, and occasional attacks of fondling boy parts under the surface. Ah, boys....
The adults did come rolling in about half an hour later. They'd also had a late lunch as it turned out, so dinner would be just a light snack of finger sandwiches and perhaps some cold soup later on.
The three boys finished their swim and squirreled up the back staircase to get cleaned up. Ethan quickly claimed first shower, but that only lasted a moment, as Ellis entered the shower moments later discarding his white Speedo as he stepped in alongside the American boy.
Ethan didn't protest too much however. The cute younger boy was simply too adorable as he eased in front of Ethan. His tanned naked body looked invitingly nice, especially when he turned to face Ethan in front of the stream, and smiled up boyishly at him.
"You don't mind do you mate? If I shower up with you..."
"No, I guess it’s alright, as long as you...." he stopped short as Ellis' hand suddenly gripped his naked penis.
"Yeah, that's the ticket." Ellis grinned, as his soapy fingers played squishy over Ethan's soft appendage. It didn't remain soft for long however. The playful handling of his organ was a delightful incursion, and he closed his eyes as his boy peg swelled in the younger boy's hand.
Deciding to join in, Ethan put his own soapy hands on the other boy's shoulders and began a tender lathering. With his eyes still closed, the older boy spread his legs slightly, as Ellis began washing his hanging boy bag, and softly stroking his fleshy parts.
"Oh man..." Ethan breathed as the fondling continued. He slid his own hands down the other boy's soaped up back, until he found the slippery rounded mounds of his boy bum. He cupped the segmented halves, washing the orbs and spreading them slightly, and deliberately.
"Mmm..." Ellis breathed contentedly. "Ohh..." he suddenly announced, as Ethan's finger found his youthful opening and began a soap slickened rub. Ellis looked up at him and grinned impishly. "Shit, that feels so cush..." he breathed.
The boys continued fooling around and washing one another, in an inspired, if not a sensual way; both of them trying not to make too much noise, least someone roaming the halls might hear them. Ellis was sporting a fine stiffy as well, and Ethan made every effort to wash his youthful spike, making sure to get, 'under the hood'... They played like this, working one another up for the better part of ten minutes, until Ellis, still worried about the noise, suddenly had a thought. He looked at Ethan, and smiled.
"I've an idea..." he grinned. "Come on then." Rinsing off quickly, he stepped out of the shower and grabbed up a towel. Ethan rinsed off reluctantly, and joined the younger boy outside the stall where Ellis tossed him a towel. "Come on, towel off..." he urged quickly.
When sufficiently dry, Ellis cracked open the door to the bath and peeked out into the hallway. "Come on..." he indicated, and grabbing Ethan by the wrist he pulled him out into the hall.
The two boys, wrapped only in white cotton towels crept across the hallway to the back steps. Ellis turned and smiled at Ethan, then he opened a discreet door at the end of the alcove, revealing that the back stairs continued up even further. The small flight of steps doubled back on itself, and was somewhat smaller here, no more than a dark passage way really.
"What's this?" Ethan wondered.
"You'll see. It’s kind of a private place. Come on." Ellis padded up the dark steps to another door. He grinned back at Ethan, and then opened the door. Early evening sunlight flooded over them. The door proved to be an access to the mansion's roof, at the top of the three story stone structure.
This area of the roof however, wasn't just the typical jumble of dormers, chimney pots and vents. Instead, there was another, rather small structure toward the middle of the roof. Three sides and part of the roof were mostly glass enclosed, and nearly hidden by the small parapet walls that surrounded the structure, and a smallish twenty by thirty foot deck-like area.
"What is this?" Ethan asked again.
"Kinda cool huh." Ellis grinned. "Its a little rooftop terrace. That small shed thingy used to be a little greenhouse for herbs and stuff. We don't use it anymore. Trevor and me come up here once in awhile, you know, when we wanna' sneak away."
"It’s cool... But... How come we snuck up here with just towels around our waists?"
"Well, what do you think?" Ellis grinned coyly, as the boys padded across the wooden decking toward the rooftop greenhouse. Opening the glass door, Ethan saw that the seven by ten structure had long ago been cleaned out, and modified to be more like a comfy, covered day porch.
Ellis grabbed a handle and turned it, which caused the glass section of the roof to pivot upward like a skylight window; filling the former greenhouse with fresh air. The boys stepped inside.
"Trevor and me moved this old rattan loveseat and chair up here last year. Cush huh?" he offered. "Wanna mess around?"
Ethan glanced around, still holding the towel snugly around his waist. He sat tentatively on the edge of the cushioned loveseat. "You sure about this?" he asked. "Seems kinda open up here."
"Who can see us?" Ellis chided. "No one's been up here forever 'cept for Trevor an me. We've tossed off up here more than once..." he grinned as he sat down next to Ethan.
"You little horndog." Ethan grinned. "You brought me up here to jerk off with you."
"Well, actually... I was kinda hopin' we could do more than a little wankoff this time..." The younger English boy said. Ethan looked at him, and smiled slyly.
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At the same time, down on the third floor Trevor walked down the hall to the bath, wanting to get his shower in. He knocked lightly on the wooden panel, but getting no answer he opened the door to peek inside. Glancing around the vacant room, a wry smile crossed his features.
The shower was freshly vacated, on the counter was Ethan's swimsuit. And there on the floor near the stall was Ellis' discarded white Speedos. It hadn't been long enough for both of them to have taken separate showers. "Those cheeky bastards..." Trevor mumbled with twinkle in his eyes.
He stepped inside, and peeling off his own swimsuit he walked into the shower stall and turned on the water, wondering humorously just what had transpired here in the shower stall. "Cheeky bastards..." he repeated to himself with a little chuckle...
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On the rooftop, the two boys sat rather timidly, side by side on the padded rattan loveseat, just inside what had formerly been a small greenhouse for the manor. The boys were still slightly wet from their shower, and still wrapped in the fluffy cotton towels from the bath.
Ellis glanced at Ethan, and somewhat innocently he rested his hand on the other boy's towel clad thigh. Both boys were still feeling the flush of their little play session in the shower, and the simple contact caused both of their boy parts to start swelling slowly.
"You really are corrupting me." Ethan accused, with a naughty smile.
"Eh... Just means you were corruptible." Ellis smiled back. The youngster took the initiative, and he slid his hand under the edge of Ethan's towel, touching the soft warmth of the other boy's bare flesh.
They looked at one another and the natural draw of being adolescently horny took over. Ethan reached over and tugged the end of Ellis' towel, pulling it open slightly and exposing the younger boy's naked, and rapidly inflating dowel. He took it lustfully into his fingers and began fondling the warm fleshy peg.
Ellis sighed delightedly, and closed his eyes for a moment, as Ethan manipulated his boy parts. He loved the gentle squeezes, and the way it made his insides feel as the pleasurable touch of physical contact swept over his stimulated organ. Feeling inspired, Ellis moved, twisting his body toward the cute American boy. His towel fell away completely as he moved, and naked now he straddled Ethan's thighs facing him.
Ethan was still sitting on the loveseat, with the younger boy kneeling across his thighs. Ellis placed his hands to either side of Ethan, resting them on the high back of the loveseat as he looked down at the older boy and smiled.
Ethan was truly worked up now. This beautifully naked, young English boy with long blond hair, and sparkling green eyes was perched across him in a very seductive manner. Reaching up, he placed his hands on the other boy's lean sides, feeling the warm firmness of the youngster's torso. He pulled the young Brit closer, then gently nuzzled and kissed his bare dime sized boy nipple. Ethan's tongue reached out and he licked at the little brownish nub; while the younger boy arched into him, enjoying the sensuously supple tonguing.
"Oye..." he breathed delightedly, as Ethan continued tasting his boyish spigot. Lowering his head then, Ethan softly kissed on the other boy's flat tummy, probing his tongue into the rounded indent of his navel. He still held the other boy lightly on his sides, and he pushed him away slightly now, creating a small space between them.
Ethan eyed the young Brit's tumescent penis, which was pointing nearly strait up, just off his sweet barren pubic mound. He slumped his head, and in a first for the younger boy, Ethan teased the little nubbin of bunched flesh at its tip. "Sssshhhh...." A sharp intake of breath from the youngster.
With impish intent, and natural desire, Ethan took the boy's three and a half inch rigid prong into his mouth. He suckled at it, causing Ellis to shiver with delight. The younger boy raised up higher on his knees, giving Ethan a better angle to continue. And he did. He swaddled the younger boy's fleshy prong with his tongue, wrapping it snuggly within the moist confines of his mouth.
Ellis trembled in the grips of these joyful sensations. Ethan's hands had slid across his hips, and then cupped one firm buttock in each palm, rubbing seductively over the curving orbs... "Oh.... Oh shit Ethan." Ellis muttered. The other boy began a playful pumping on his organ then, sliding the unicornlike appendage in and out of his mouth. "Oh man... Ohhh..."
Ethan's fingers delved into the younger boy's crease from behind; it was still moist from the shower, and his finger quickly found the soft pink ring, and played at that entrance, causing Ellis to shudder anew. "Hells bells that's bloody awesome..." Ellis mumbled, as the various sensations continued to wriggle through him.
After several minutes, Ethan pulled off the Brit's straining sausage. He looked up with a wicked smile, then moved, awkwardly holding onto the younger boy, as he half stood from the loveseat, and with a quick tug he pulled off his own towel freeing his inflated member. Switching positions, and guiding Ellis, he rolled onto his back on top of the cushioned loveseat. The young English boy quickly got the picture, and he crawled back on top of the older boy in the infamous sixty nine position.
Ethan quickly engaged the younger boy's fleshy penis. He slid the Brit's foreskin down off the tip, and began probing his tongue over the reddish pee slit, teasing the sensitive knob and inflamed opening.
On the other end of things, Ellis eyed the American boy's stout appendage. There was a glistening bead of precum just there on the rubbery tip, and with eager anticipation Ellis licked the pearlescent drop from the opening. "Mmm..." he hummed, tasting the sticky sweet droplet.
He opened his mouth with a near smacking sound, and then lowered his head to encompass Ethan's boylike root. This was also a first for the youngster, but he took to it eagerly, wrapping his mouth wetly around the warm flesh. "Mmm..." he hummed again, sliding down the length of Ethan's four and a half inch sausage link; then pulling back to the tip with firmly rounded lips.
"Shiiii....." Ethan sighed as the English boy suctioned his stem. "Oh god that's wicked." He moaned pleasurably under his breath. Ellis was excited, and he was spurred on by hearing the other boy's joyful sounds. Craning his head forward, Ellis nuzzled the soft rounded pouch of Ethan's boy nuggets, licking playfully at the floating marbles and the soft flesh of his perineum.
It was the English boy's first time in this position, and he was thoroughly intoxicated by it. He could smell the divine scent of Ethan's private area; indescribable in words, yet enticing to the palate and olfactory senses. It was a freshly clean, vaguely vanilla soap scented skin, and boy. All boy...
Ellis burrowed himself further in; Ethan's thighs were virtually wrapped around the sides of his face as his tongue played over the older boy's perineum, dangerously close the pink eyed clutch of Ethan's bung. He glanced at it furtively, sniffing the rounded wrinkle. It was the same enticingly boyish scent. Without any further thought, the eleven-year-old licked across the puckered skin.
Ethan shivered as the wet digit played across his opening. "Oh my god..." he muttered, feeling his clutch tighten, and his penis twitch, spilling another listless drop of boy honey, which dripped from his knob.
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Downstairs Trevor had just turned off the water after finishing his shower. He stepped naked from the stall and grabbed up one of the remaining white cotton towels. He dried himself, smiling again at the two discarded swimsuits of the other boys.
"They must be messing around." he snickered to himself. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he stooped and picked up Ellis' Speedo, then gathered Ethan's from the counter. Clutching both skimpy suits, he left the bath and walked down the hall to Ethan's bedroom. He knocked quietly, opening the door, and hoping to catch the two other boys in one incriminating act or another.
To his surprise, the room was empty. Not only that, but Ethan's clothes were still laying on the end of the bed. Turning from the room, he continued down the hall to the door of Ellis' bedroom, where he repeated the gentle knock and opened the door.
This room too, was empty. And just like the other bedroom, Ellis' clothes were piled on the bench at the foot of the bed. "What? Where are they?" Trevor wondered. It appeared that neither of the boys had gotten dressed, and they weren't hiding, or messing about in either bedroom.
Trevor walked back down the hall, leaving both wet swimsuits back on the counter in the bathroom. He glanced around then, and chance to notice several damp footprints on the floor, heading away from the bath. With Sherlock Holmes curiosity, and a cunning smile, he took several steps toward the back stairway.
He spied another wet, partial footprint near the closed door, and a broad smile crossed his features. "Those little wankers..." he said to himself in soft audible tones. Opening the door, he climbed the smaller stairway which led to the roof access. Discreetly this time, he opened the wooden door at the top, and peeked out onto the roof. He couldn't see anyone, but the small parapet surrounding the terrace and the former greenhouse, blocked most of the view.
With a smile, he crept stealthily along the wooden decking that entered the terrace. His smile broadened, as he just spied the two other boys, lying on the rattan furniture inside the old greenhouse. The boys were entangled in a very compromising position. Both were quite naked, and both had their faces buried in the other's private business...
Trevor felt both amused, and at the same time a little left out. The boys were playfully going at it, and Trev could feel his own boyhood start to inflate as he discreetly watched the erotic action that was unfolding before him. He could hear both boys moan quietly, as each was being knobbed by the other.
He wanted both to step away and leave the two to their business, but also to join them for some rooftop fun. He stood, and without realizing it, began to rub himself through his towel. He was fully erect beneath the cotton wrap, and he was more than a little excited by what he was witnessing. He'd deliberately not jerked off when he took his shower, hoping that the boys might get together later in Ethan's room for a little boyplay.
Now though, he was more than a little turned on, and it was a rather delightful feeling to watch the other boys engage in sex play... Trevor couldn't seem to turn away, and he began fingering and stroking himself with purpose
In the greenhouse, both boys continued to suckle one another's boy parts. Ellis was bobbing his head in a steady rhythm, savoring the occasional leakage of precum, and still delighted by the taste and feel of Ethan's warm appendage in his mouth.
He sucked with intent, spurred on by Ethan's joyful moans. "Uhhh fuuuuu that feels so good...." Ethan moaned. "I'm... I'm about to pop Ellis... Fuuuuchhhhkk, I can't hold out anymore." The younger boy pulled off just to the tip, and with his fingers he began a furious paced masturbation of the older boy's fleshy spike.
"Uhhh, uhhh, uh........ I can't, uh can't.... Oh god...." Ethan groaned, and Ellis could feel the bell end of Ethan's penis expand against his lips, and in the next instant a thick warm fluid filled his mouth. He sputtered, pulling away for a moment as another pearlescent squirt jetted onto his face. The boy had the presence of mind to take Ethan's peg back into his maw, just in time to absorb the next gooey spurt...
Ethan groaned in exotic pleasure, as the last dribbles pulsed from his tip. Ellis pulled off it again, but licked the swollen bell like tasty candy. The older boy writhed beneath the tongue washing, finally drawing his hips back, unable to take anymore...
The younger boy hungrily licked his lips, happily cleaning away any lingering residue; then with his forefinger, he wiped Ethan's warm shot of boyseed from his cheek before licking it from his finger.
Outside the greenhouse, Trevor had been furiously working his own rigid pickle, totally mesmerized by the scene unfolding before him. The sounds of Ethan's groans, and the sight of Ellis pulling away, and taking a spurt to the face had set him off as well. Gritting his teeth in the grimace of climax, Trevor suddenly expelled his creamy load; multiple jets of whitish goop spattered the parapet wall, and drooled over his clutching fingers.
He wavered slightly on weak knees, then hunched against the wall, his testicles still throbbing as if wanting to expel more. "Sweet gezzzussss..." he mumbled softly, his thighs still quivering numbly. Trevor rolled against the short wall, sitting down with his back against it to catch his breath; his heart still racing with excitement. Rewrapping his towel around himself, Trevor stood then, and glancing back at the other boys he smiled, and feeling totally satiated, he retreated back to the stairway, and down.
In the little greenhouse Ethan had pulled his hips back, drawing his overripe knob away from Ellis' lapping tongue. His orgasm had been wondrously intense, and as he lay atop the cushion, Ellis twisted himself around and snuggled tightly to him. "That was so cush." The young English boy whispered excitedly.
"I know right..." Ethan agreed. "Too bad Trevor didn't come up with us..."
"Yeah..." Ellis concurred. "I know you guys got a special connection, and stuff. But, I kinda' wanted to do this with just you this time, and we might not get another chance."
"That's cool." Ethan smiled reflectively, looking at the younger boy's girlishly cute face. "I'm glad we got to do that together..." He smiled happily, and softly kissed Ellis on his pursed lips. The boys sat up after a few moments, and feeling sheepishly content, they picked up their towels, then wrapped them around themselves and headed back down the stairs to the third floor, and their respective bedrooms.
"See ya later." Ellis said, and he virtually danced his way down the hallway towards his own room.
"Yeah, see ya Ellis." Ethan watched after him, this cute little English boy, and then with an easy smile, he retreated into his own bedroom to get dressed.
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*Excerpt From Previous Chapter:
*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 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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The following morning, Friday, seemed to be quite laid back around the mansion. Ethan had woken around eight, and he lay in his bed for awhile, recounting everything that had happened the previous day. Top on his mind of course was the 'big event' which had transpired between him and Trevor out at the stone cottage.
This was the first opportunity he'd had since then, to stop and really think about it. He had done sexual things, with another boy. And it wasn't just the little stuff. It was the Granddaddy of them all, he'd had intercourse with another boy.
As he thought about it now, it seemed a bit strange to him somehow. A twelve year old boy, who was still quite a boy, engaged in a sexual encounter in that fashion. It was hard to think of it as just his natural emerging sexuality. The curious wonder that causes all pubescent boys to explore to one extent or another. It wasn't that.
This felt like it had deeper meaning somehow. It hadn't been simple idle curiosity; you know, wondering what this is, or what that felt like. It didn't feel like one of the many unfolding secrets or mysteries of his coming of age.
Clearly he had feelings for Trevor. But at the same time Ethan was a smart kid, and he knew that he and his father would be returning to the U.S. in a few days, and that whatever was going on between he and Trevor would have to come to its own natural conclusion.
The experience had been meaningful... Yes, it was exciting, and fun; and yes it may have been inspired somewhat by curiosity. But he had also wanted to share an intimacy with Trevor that he'd never shared with anyone else. It was all so damn confusing for a twelve year old boy...
Ethan got himself out of bed and strolled casually down the hallway to take a quick morning shower. As he stood under the warm flow of water, he trailed his hands softly over his naked body, as if rediscovering himself for the first time.
He paid special attention to his boyish curves, his youthful musculature, even the softness of his warm skin. Washing into his buttocks, he felt the tenderness of his own youthful boy opening; which he had shared with Trevor, and now, quite gently he inserted his fingertip into that most private of burrows.
His mind wandered back to yesterday, and he relived Trevor's first time entrance into him. Ethan shivered pleasantly with the memory. Moving his soapy hands around his body now, Ethan cupped his balls loosely, feeling of their roundness and sag. He slid his hand upward to cover his soft phallus, gently handling and squeezing the pliable, rubbery appendage.
It was a marvel, this meaty boy tool. From the mundane discharge of bodily fluids, to the most alluring and appealing prominence of sexual arousal. This source of untold pleasure, which even now Ethan could feel expanding into firmness.
His boy parts seemed to ache slightly. Nothing unpleasant, just a sign of their heavy usage the past few days. He looked down at his now swollen peg; puberty seemed to be ever calling to him, even now.
Ethan smiled slightly as he looked at his youthful erection. Ah, the wonderful pleasures it had brought him already, let alone the joyous adventures to come. He fancied having a yank right now, but thought better of it. Perhaps a rest was in order for his strained boy bits; and he smiled at the thought.
Finishing his shower, Ethan stepped out of the travertine stall and grabbed up a soft cotton towel. He watched curiously in the large mirror as he dried himself. His youthful body still boylike, but clearly on the verge of emergence.
Gone was any fattiness of pre pubescence. His testicles seemed to dangle in their smooth hairless purse, more loosely than they did before; and the cut of his young physique bespoke of his coming teen age years. He turned to examine himself at different angles in the mirror, smiling softly, pleased with what he saw.
Finishing his visual inspection, Ethan finally wrapped the towel firmly around himself, then gathered his shorts and headed back down the hall toward his room. As he neared his room, the door across the hall from his opened.
Trevor stepped out into the hallway and glanced at him briefly, before looking away with an almost embarrassed look on his face. "Morning..." he muttered to the floor, then started quickly down the hallway toward the stairs.
"Morning Trev." Ethan replied, looking after him. "Are you all right?" he asked of the retreating English boy.
"I'm fine." Trevor answered, without slowing or looking back as he hurried down the stairs and out of sight. Ethan stood for a moment, slightly confused. 'What's up with him?' he wondered to himself.
He stepped into his own room closing the door quietly behind him, and then he pulled the towel loose from around his waist. Reaching into the wardrobe, he found a fresh pair of underwear and a polo shirt to change into. When Ethan finished dressing, he combed his hair and headed downstairs for breakfast.
"Morning Ashford." he greeted the Houseman as he entered the kitchen.
"Morning lad." the Houseman returned with a pleasant smile. Ethan crossed to the table and he sat opposite Trevor. The older boy barely glanced up at him, then focused uncomfortably on his bowl of cereal.
"What's up?" Ethan questioned innocently.
"Nothin." Came the simple but elusive response, as Trevor quickly finished his cereal. He got up from the table, returning his dish into the kitchen. "I'm uh, going out to the tennis court to practice." He remarked to Ashford. And with that, he hurried out of the kitchen without another word. Ethan sat, with a confused look on his face, as the Houseman walked over and placed a warm cooked breakfast in front of him.
"Everything alright between you two?" Ashford wondered.
"Yeah I guess... I mean, I thought so. But Trev's acting kind of weird this morning."
"Indeed..." The Houseman said, glancing thoughtfully at Ethan. "He does seem a bit out of sorts this morning doesn't he... What about you, are you alright lad?" Ethan glanced up at him.
"Yeah, thanks." he smiled, then fell silent as he ate the rest of his breakfast. When he'd finished, Ethan walked through the mansion toward the French doors at the back of the study. He peered out across the back lawn to the tennis courts, where Trevor was banging a tennis ball against the rebound wall.
Slipping outside, Ethan walked up the stone path around the apiary, past the pool. He sauntered slowly down toward the tennis courts, and sat on one of the wooden benches along the side. Quietly he watched Trevor practice, volleying the fluorescent green ball against the back wall. It went on for several minutes, and Trevor finally noticed him when one of the balls ricocheted past him.
Trevor glanced in his direction, then retrieved the loose ball. He stood for a moment as if contemplating. "Grab a racquet..." he directed casually. Ethan stood from the bench, and walked to the storage cupboard to select one of the house racquets.
He joined Trevor at the rebound wall, and the two boys batted the ball against it, alternating shots. They played for five minutes or so, without a word between them, until Ethan hit a ball against the wooden backboard, and Trevor reached out and caught the rebound in his hand, rather than hitting it.
The English boy looked at the ball in his hand, apparently studying it thoughtfully. He bounced it a time or two, before catching it again and looking over at Ethan. "I'm sorry..." he said quietly. Ethan cocked his head, slightly confused now.
"For what?" The American boy asked finally.
"For... For yesterday." Trevor said softly. He walked off to the side of the court and sat on one of the benches. Ethan joined him a moment later, sitting alongside the older boy.
"What are you talking about." Ethan queried, thinking he was missing something.
"Yesterday." Trevor repeated. "You know, what we did out at the cottage." He flushed, quiet obviously embarrassed. Both boys stared silently at the ground for several moments. Ethan thought he understood, in that, it had been an unusual first for the both of them.
"Didn't you like it?" Ethan asked finally. "I thought you liked what we did."
"Of course I liked it." Trevor blushed... "It's just... I don't know, it feels like I kinda took advantage of you or something." he looked stolidly at the ground, as Ethan glanced at him.
"No... I'm the one who asked you to, you know, have sex with me." he said, dropping his voice for the last part.
"Yeah but... That's what I was hoping for, wasn't it. That's why I took you out to the cottage in the first place, you know, so we could be alone and maybe you'd want to do something like that..."
"I did want to do that Trev. You didn't force me, or talk me into anything. That's what I was hoping for as well. I... I've been confused about a lot of things, you know, all the stuff that's going on with me; my body, my urges and stuff... And ever since I met you, well... There was something about you that felt different... Something that, that really interested me." Trevor looked over briefly at Ethan, and then the boys sat silently for a moment, staring at the ground.
"I felt the same toward you." Trevor offered. "I mean, I guess I've known for awhile that I like, boys... But, still I'm only thirteen. I didn't know if it was just natural curiosity, you know, part of growing up. I mean, being around other boys in locker rooms and stuff, and with my cousin staying here and all, well... What with puberty and all, it's only natural that we get excited by the sight of other naked boys. I mean, it's not like we even see girls and stuff; all we ever have around us is other boys."
"And then add puberty to the mix and, well, you get all turned on and stuff... How are you supposed to know if it’s just the situation, or if... Well, if that's what really floats your boat? Messing around, and jacking off, and the like, that's one thing. But I figured that if we actually had sex, you know, that it would remove any doubts. One way or another..."
"And... Did it?" Ethan asked quietly.
"Yeah. Yeah I think it did." Trevor replied thoughtfully. "What about you?"
"I felt the same way you did. It was all so confusing, trying to figure it all out, and knowing where you fit in... That's why I wanted to do it with you too."
"And?" Trev wondered.
"And I liked what we did. I mean, it was weird, and fun, and scary, and... And in the end, it just felt really right somehow."
The boys sat quietly, each with his own thoughts. Adolescence was a strange new place. With so many yearnings. So many complications that you can't just read a book to understand it all. You have to live it. To experience it in real time.
No one can explain what sweet is. You have to taste it, to know what it is. No one can tell you what pain is. You have to feel it, to understand how much it hurts. And no one can tell you what love and emotions are either. You have to experience the feelings, and the draw of it, and the satisfaction of it, to even begin to understand it.
A boy can only do one thing; plunge headlong into the blackness, into the very thick of it. He has to risk feeling the pain, to ever experience any of the pleasure. It’s a cruel trial by fire really. But one every boy goes through in one way or another as they mature.
"I... I'm going home in three days." Ethan pointed out, glancing sadly at Trevor. The English boy looked back at him, a pained expression crossed his face. They both knew that this was coming.
"I know mate." Trevor responded. "It hurts already." He put his arm around Ethan's shoulder pulling him close, and they sat quietly that way for a minute, already feeling the inevitable. From the mansion, Ashford stood, glancing out of an upstairs window at the two boys. He shook his head sadly.
"No way around it is there..?" he muttered to himself with a sincere sigh. He turned and set Ethan's freshly laundered clothes on the bed, and then wandered back out into the hallway to return to his duties.
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Later in the afternoon the three boys went out on errands with Ashford. He had some shopping to do for the Estate, and they were happy to tag along with the Houseman. Not to mention that he'd offered to take them out for a late lunch if they chose to come along.
They'd gone to market, and then to the dry cleaners, to retrieve Mr. Hetherington's Brooks’ Brother’s suits, as well as Trevor's Ralph Lauren ball boy uniform, freshly cleaned and pressed for Sunday. With those chores done, Ashford took the boys to a quaint local little pub and eatery for lunch.
"Best fish-n-chips in the village." He promised, and Ethan was certainly not disappointed. Generous, delicious portions of the English classic were piled in his basket, and he wolfed them down with new found passion. Ashford had enlightened him to sprinkling on some of the special ginger malt vinegar; which was the secret, he said. And the fantastic cucumber summer coleslaw was a fine and tasty side as well.
Perhaps the best part though, was the fact that Ashford dined with the boys. It was a very casual, relaxed lunch, and the Houseman showed that he had a marvelous sense of humor to boot. It may have been the pint or two of beer that he had with lunch; but whatever it was, he was a hoot.
They took their time at lunch, then strolled the village for a time, stopping at another little shop for a berries-n-cream shortcake dessert before returning to the estate. The boys all helped with taking the groceries into the pantry, and stocking the shelves. When they'd finished, they decided on a quick swim, and the boys started up the back staircase to change.
Ashford held Trevor back for a moment. Putting his large hands on Trev's shoulders, he looked him square in the eyes. "You lads gonna' be alright then?" he asked.
"Hmm? What do you mean Ash?" Trevor replied. The Houseman smiled softly.
"You and Ethan." he stated with a pause. "He'll be leavin' in a few days... I just don' wanna' see either of ya gettin' hurt is all..." Trevor looked back at the kindly old Houseman. He smiled softly.
"You always know what's going on, don't you Ash..." he stated. The Houseman shrugged dismissively.
"Not always." He said. "But mostly, yeah..."
"We'll be fine." the boy replied. "Thanks for caring Ash." he smiled, and wrapped his arms around the houseman's waist in a tight, thankful hug. Ashford patted him softly on the back, then pushed him along toward the stairs. Turning away, the Houseman rubbed his finger under his nose, as if stopping a sniffle.
It was a unique situation, being a manservant, in such a prestigious household. He'd been with the family since long before Trevor was born. He more or less ran the estate, taking care of everyone's needs and such. A member of the family, but not.
In many ways, the Houseman had been a father figure to Trevor, perhaps, though in a different way, as much so as Mr. Hetherington himself. One of the drawbacks of being a well-to-do family. The parents sometimes work so hard, nonstop almost to secure their stature, their future, and a good upbringing for the children. At the same time though, the journey is oft times missed along the way.
Ashford had been there for all the memorable moments in Trevor's, and even Ellis' lives. He bathed them as babes, bandaged skinned knees as they grew, and been there for most of the major developments in their lives. Yet, he knew his place. Proper etiquette needed to be maintained, regardless of how impersonal that may play out. But then, there was Ashford. A reassuring hug was always just below the surface; and fierce loyalty to the boys was always of paramount importance to him.
Back upstairs, the boys had all changed into their swimwear, and grabbing up fresh fluffy towels they scrambled down to the pool to make the most of the late afternoon sun. They played as boys should. Carefree. Laughing and leaping, splashing and teasing with all the uninhibited freedom that all boys should have.
Had it not been so late in the day, they may well have tried skinny dipping again, pushing the boundaries of that freedom. But the adults were due home at any time, so decorum won out in the end. Though that didn't stop the prerequisite grab ass, and occasional attacks of fondling boy parts under the surface. Ah, boys....
The adults did come rolling in about half an hour later. They'd also had a late lunch as it turned out, so dinner would be just a light snack of finger sandwiches and perhaps some cold soup later on.
The three boys finished their swim and squirreled up the back staircase to get cleaned up. Ethan quickly claimed first shower, but that only lasted a moment, as Ellis entered the shower moments later discarding his white Speedo as he stepped in alongside the American boy.
Ethan didn't protest too much however. The cute younger boy was simply too adorable as he eased in front of Ethan. His tanned naked body looked invitingly nice, especially when he turned to face Ethan in front of the stream, and smiled up boyishly at him.
"You don't mind do you mate? If I shower up with you..."
"No, I guess it’s alright, as long as you...." he stopped short as Ellis' hand suddenly gripped his naked penis.
"Yeah, that's the ticket." Ellis grinned, as his soapy fingers played squishy over Ethan's soft appendage. It didn't remain soft for long however. The playful handling of his organ was a delightful incursion, and he closed his eyes as his boy peg swelled in the younger boy's hand.
Deciding to join in, Ethan put his own soapy hands on the other boy's shoulders and began a tender lathering. With his eyes still closed, the older boy spread his legs slightly, as Ellis began washing his hanging boy bag, and softly stroking his fleshy parts.
"Oh man..." Ethan breathed as the fondling continued. He slid his own hands down the other boy's soaped up back, until he found the slippery rounded mounds of his boy bum. He cupped the segmented halves, washing the orbs and spreading them slightly, and deliberately.
"Mmm..." Ellis breathed contentedly. "Ohh..." he suddenly announced, as Ethan's finger found his youthful opening and began a soap slickened rub. Ellis looked up at him and grinned impishly. "Shit, that feels so cush..." he breathed.
The boys continued fooling around and washing one another, in an inspired, if not a sensual way; both of them trying not to make too much noise, least someone roaming the halls might hear them. Ellis was sporting a fine stiffy as well, and Ethan made every effort to wash his youthful spike, making sure to get, 'under the hood'... They played like this, working one another up for the better part of ten minutes, until Ellis, still worried about the noise, suddenly had a thought. He looked at Ethan, and smiled.
"I've an idea..." he grinned. "Come on then." Rinsing off quickly, he stepped out of the shower and grabbed up a towel. Ethan rinsed off reluctantly, and joined the younger boy outside the stall where Ellis tossed him a towel. "Come on, towel off..." he urged quickly.
When sufficiently dry, Ellis cracked open the door to the bath and peeked out into the hallway. "Come on..." he indicated, and grabbing Ethan by the wrist he pulled him out into the hall.
The two boys, wrapped only in white cotton towels crept across the hallway to the back steps. Ellis turned and smiled at Ethan, then he opened a discreet door at the end of the alcove, revealing that the back stairs continued up even further. The small flight of steps doubled back on itself, and was somewhat smaller here, no more than a dark passage way really.
"What's this?" Ethan wondered.
"You'll see. It’s kind of a private place. Come on." Ellis padded up the dark steps to another door. He grinned back at Ethan, and then opened the door. Early evening sunlight flooded over them. The door proved to be an access to the mansion's roof, at the top of the three story stone structure.
This area of the roof however, wasn't just the typical jumble of dormers, chimney pots and vents. Instead, there was another, rather small structure toward the middle of the roof. Three sides and part of the roof were mostly glass enclosed, and nearly hidden by the small parapet walls that surrounded the structure, and a smallish twenty by thirty foot deck-like area.
"What is this?" Ethan asked again.
"Kinda cool huh." Ellis grinned. "Its a little rooftop terrace. That small shed thingy used to be a little greenhouse for herbs and stuff. We don't use it anymore. Trevor and me come up here once in awhile, you know, when we wanna' sneak away."
"It’s cool... But... How come we snuck up here with just towels around our waists?"
"Well, what do you think?" Ellis grinned coyly, as the boys padded across the wooden decking toward the rooftop greenhouse. Opening the glass door, Ethan saw that the seven by ten structure had long ago been cleaned out, and modified to be more like a comfy, covered day porch.
Ellis grabbed a handle and turned it, which caused the glass section of the roof to pivot upward like a skylight window; filling the former greenhouse with fresh air. The boys stepped inside.
"Trevor and me moved this old rattan loveseat and chair up here last year. Cush huh?" he offered. "Wanna mess around?"
Ethan glanced around, still holding the towel snugly around his waist. He sat tentatively on the edge of the cushioned loveseat. "You sure about this?" he asked. "Seems kinda open up here."
"Who can see us?" Ellis chided. "No one's been up here forever 'cept for Trevor an me. We've tossed off up here more than once..." he grinned as he sat down next to Ethan.
"You little horndog." Ethan grinned. "You brought me up here to jerk off with you."
"Well, actually... I was kinda hopin' we could do more than a little wankoff this time..." The younger English boy said. Ethan looked at him, and smiled slyly.
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At the same time, down on the third floor Trevor walked down the hall to the bath, wanting to get his shower in. He knocked lightly on the wooden panel, but getting no answer he opened the door to peek inside. Glancing around the vacant room, a wry smile crossed his features.
The shower was freshly vacated, on the counter was Ethan's swimsuit. And there on the floor near the stall was Ellis' discarded white Speedos. It hadn't been long enough for both of them to have taken separate showers. "Those cheeky bastards..." Trevor mumbled with twinkle in his eyes.
He stepped inside, and peeling off his own swimsuit he walked into the shower stall and turned on the water, wondering humorously just what had transpired here in the shower stall. "Cheeky bastards..." he repeated to himself with a little chuckle...
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On the rooftop, the two boys sat rather timidly, side by side on the padded rattan loveseat, just inside what had formerly been a small greenhouse for the manor. The boys were still slightly wet from their shower, and still wrapped in the fluffy cotton towels from the bath.
Ellis glanced at Ethan, and somewhat innocently he rested his hand on the other boy's towel clad thigh. Both boys were still feeling the flush of their little play session in the shower, and the simple contact caused both of their boy parts to start swelling slowly.
"You really are corrupting me." Ethan accused, with a naughty smile.
"Eh... Just means you were corruptible." Ellis smiled back. The youngster took the initiative, and he slid his hand under the edge of Ethan's towel, touching the soft warmth of the other boy's bare flesh.
They looked at one another and the natural draw of being adolescently horny took over. Ethan reached over and tugged the end of Ellis' towel, pulling it open slightly and exposing the younger boy's naked, and rapidly inflating dowel. He took it lustfully into his fingers and began fondling the warm fleshy peg.
Ellis sighed delightedly, and closed his eyes for a moment, as Ethan manipulated his boy parts. He loved the gentle squeezes, and the way it made his insides feel as the pleasurable touch of physical contact swept over his stimulated organ. Feeling inspired, Ellis moved, twisting his body toward the cute American boy. His towel fell away completely as he moved, and naked now he straddled Ethan's thighs facing him.
Ethan was still sitting on the loveseat, with the younger boy kneeling across his thighs. Ellis placed his hands to either side of Ethan, resting them on the high back of the loveseat as he looked down at the older boy and smiled.
Ethan was truly worked up now. This beautifully naked, young English boy with long blond hair, and sparkling green eyes was perched across him in a very seductive manner. Reaching up, he placed his hands on the other boy's lean sides, feeling the warm firmness of the youngster's torso. He pulled the young Brit closer, then gently nuzzled and kissed his bare dime sized boy nipple. Ethan's tongue reached out and he licked at the little brownish nub; while the younger boy arched into him, enjoying the sensuously supple tonguing.
"Oye..." he breathed delightedly, as Ethan continued tasting his boyish spigot. Lowering his head then, Ethan softly kissed on the other boy's flat tummy, probing his tongue into the rounded indent of his navel. He still held the other boy lightly on his sides, and he pushed him away slightly now, creating a small space between them.
Ethan eyed the young Brit's tumescent penis, which was pointing nearly strait up, just off his sweet barren pubic mound. He slumped his head, and in a first for the younger boy, Ethan teased the little nubbin of bunched flesh at its tip. "Sssshhhh...." A sharp intake of breath from the youngster.
With impish intent, and natural desire, Ethan took the boy's three and a half inch rigid prong into his mouth. He suckled at it, causing Ellis to shiver with delight. The younger boy raised up higher on his knees, giving Ethan a better angle to continue. And he did. He swaddled the younger boy's fleshy prong with his tongue, wrapping it snuggly within the moist confines of his mouth.
Ellis trembled in the grips of these joyful sensations. Ethan's hands had slid across his hips, and then cupped one firm buttock in each palm, rubbing seductively over the curving orbs... "Oh.... Oh shit Ethan." Ellis muttered. The other boy began a playful pumping on his organ then, sliding the unicornlike appendage in and out of his mouth. "Oh man... Ohhh..."
Ethan's fingers delved into the younger boy's crease from behind; it was still moist from the shower, and his finger quickly found the soft pink ring, and played at that entrance, causing Ellis to shudder anew. "Hells bells that's bloody awesome..." Ellis mumbled, as the various sensations continued to wriggle through him.
After several minutes, Ethan pulled off the Brit's straining sausage. He looked up with a wicked smile, then moved, awkwardly holding onto the younger boy, as he half stood from the loveseat, and with a quick tug he pulled off his own towel freeing his inflated member. Switching positions, and guiding Ellis, he rolled onto his back on top of the cushioned loveseat. The young English boy quickly got the picture, and he crawled back on top of the older boy in the infamous sixty nine position.
Ethan quickly engaged the younger boy's fleshy penis. He slid the Brit's foreskin down off the tip, and began probing his tongue over the reddish pee slit, teasing the sensitive knob and inflamed opening.
On the other end of things, Ellis eyed the American boy's stout appendage. There was a glistening bead of precum just there on the rubbery tip, and with eager anticipation Ellis licked the pearlescent drop from the opening. "Mmm..." he hummed, tasting the sticky sweet droplet.
He opened his mouth with a near smacking sound, and then lowered his head to encompass Ethan's boylike root. This was also a first for the youngster, but he took to it eagerly, wrapping his mouth wetly around the warm flesh. "Mmm..." he hummed again, sliding down the length of Ethan's four and a half inch sausage link; then pulling back to the tip with firmly rounded lips.
"Shiiii....." Ethan sighed as the English boy suctioned his stem. "Oh god that's wicked." He moaned pleasurably under his breath. Ellis was excited, and he was spurred on by hearing the other boy's joyful sounds. Craning his head forward, Ellis nuzzled the soft rounded pouch of Ethan's boy nuggets, licking playfully at the floating marbles and the soft flesh of his perineum.
It was the English boy's first time in this position, and he was thoroughly intoxicated by it. He could smell the divine scent of Ethan's private area; indescribable in words, yet enticing to the palate and olfactory senses. It was a freshly clean, vaguely vanilla soap scented skin, and boy. All boy...
Ellis burrowed himself further in; Ethan's thighs were virtually wrapped around the sides of his face as his tongue played over the older boy's perineum, dangerously close the pink eyed clutch of Ethan's bung. He glanced at it furtively, sniffing the rounded wrinkle. It was the same enticingly boyish scent. Without any further thought, the eleven-year-old licked across the puckered skin.
Ethan shivered as the wet digit played across his opening. "Oh my god..." he muttered, feeling his clutch tighten, and his penis twitch, spilling another listless drop of boy honey, which dripped from his knob.
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Downstairs Trevor had just turned off the water after finishing his shower. He stepped naked from the stall and grabbed up one of the remaining white cotton towels. He dried himself, smiling again at the two discarded swimsuits of the other boys.
"They must be messing around." he snickered to himself. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he stooped and picked up Ellis' Speedo, then gathered Ethan's from the counter. Clutching both skimpy suits, he left the bath and walked down the hall to Ethan's bedroom. He knocked quietly, opening the door, and hoping to catch the two other boys in one incriminating act or another.
To his surprise, the room was empty. Not only that, but Ethan's clothes were still laying on the end of the bed. Turning from the room, he continued down the hall to the door of Ellis' bedroom, where he repeated the gentle knock and opened the door.
This room too, was empty. And just like the other bedroom, Ellis' clothes were piled on the bench at the foot of the bed. "What? Where are they?" Trevor wondered. It appeared that neither of the boys had gotten dressed, and they weren't hiding, or messing about in either bedroom.
Trevor walked back down the hall, leaving both wet swimsuits back on the counter in the bathroom. He glanced around then, and chance to notice several damp footprints on the floor, heading away from the bath. With Sherlock Holmes curiosity, and a cunning smile, he took several steps toward the back stairway.
He spied another wet, partial footprint near the closed door, and a broad smile crossed his features. "Those little wankers..." he said to himself in soft audible tones. Opening the door, he climbed the smaller stairway which led to the roof access. Discreetly this time, he opened the wooden door at the top, and peeked out onto the roof. He couldn't see anyone, but the small parapet surrounding the terrace and the former greenhouse, blocked most of the view.
With a smile, he crept stealthily along the wooden decking that entered the terrace. His smile broadened, as he just spied the two other boys, lying on the rattan furniture inside the old greenhouse. The boys were entangled in a very compromising position. Both were quite naked, and both had their faces buried in the other's private business...
Trevor felt both amused, and at the same time a little left out. The boys were playfully going at it, and Trev could feel his own boyhood start to inflate as he discreetly watched the erotic action that was unfolding before him. He could hear both boys moan quietly, as each was being knobbed by the other.
He wanted both to step away and leave the two to their business, but also to join them for some rooftop fun. He stood, and without realizing it, began to rub himself through his towel. He was fully erect beneath the cotton wrap, and he was more than a little excited by what he was witnessing. He'd deliberately not jerked off when he took his shower, hoping that the boys might get together later in Ethan's room for a little boyplay.
Now though, he was more than a little turned on, and it was a rather delightful feeling to watch the other boys engage in sex play... Trevor couldn't seem to turn away, and he began fingering and stroking himself with purpose
In the greenhouse, both boys continued to suckle one another's boy parts. Ellis was bobbing his head in a steady rhythm, savoring the occasional leakage of precum, and still delighted by the taste and feel of Ethan's warm appendage in his mouth.
He sucked with intent, spurred on by Ethan's joyful moans. "Uhhh fuuuuu that feels so good...." Ethan moaned. "I'm... I'm about to pop Ellis... Fuuuuchhhhkk, I can't hold out anymore." The younger boy pulled off just to the tip, and with his fingers he began a furious paced masturbation of the older boy's fleshy spike.
"Uhhh, uhhh, uh........ I can't, uh can't.... Oh god...." Ethan groaned, and Ellis could feel the bell end of Ethan's penis expand against his lips, and in the next instant a thick warm fluid filled his mouth. He sputtered, pulling away for a moment as another pearlescent squirt jetted onto his face. The boy had the presence of mind to take Ethan's peg back into his maw, just in time to absorb the next gooey spurt...
Ethan groaned in exotic pleasure, as the last dribbles pulsed from his tip. Ellis pulled off it again, but licked the swollen bell like tasty candy. The older boy writhed beneath the tongue washing, finally drawing his hips back, unable to take anymore...
The younger boy hungrily licked his lips, happily cleaning away any lingering residue; then with his forefinger, he wiped Ethan's warm shot of boyseed from his cheek before licking it from his finger.
Outside the greenhouse, Trevor had been furiously working his own rigid pickle, totally mesmerized by the scene unfolding before him. The sounds of Ethan's groans, and the sight of Ellis pulling away, and taking a spurt to the face had set him off as well. Gritting his teeth in the grimace of climax, Trevor suddenly expelled his creamy load; multiple jets of whitish goop spattered the parapet wall, and drooled over his clutching fingers.
He wavered slightly on weak knees, then hunched against the wall, his testicles still throbbing as if wanting to expel more. "Sweet gezzzussss..." he mumbled softly, his thighs still quivering numbly. Trevor rolled against the short wall, sitting down with his back against it to catch his breath; his heart still racing with excitement. Rewrapping his towel around himself, Trevor stood then, and glancing back at the other boys he smiled, and feeling totally satiated, he retreated back to the stairway, and down.
In the little greenhouse Ethan had pulled his hips back, drawing his overripe knob away from Ellis' lapping tongue. His orgasm had been wondrously intense, and as he lay atop the cushion, Ellis twisted himself around and snuggled tightly to him. "That was so cush." The young English boy whispered excitedly.
"I know right..." Ethan agreed. "Too bad Trevor didn't come up with us..."
"Yeah..." Ellis concurred. "I know you guys got a special connection, and stuff. But, I kinda' wanted to do this with just you this time, and we might not get another chance."
"That's cool." Ethan smiled reflectively, looking at the younger boy's girlishly cute face. "I'm glad we got to do that together..." He smiled happily, and softly kissed Ellis on his pursed lips. The boys sat up after a few moments, and feeling sheepishly content, they picked up their towels, then wrapped them around themselves and headed back down the stairs to the third floor, and their respective bedrooms.
"See ya later." Ellis said, and he virtually danced his way down the hallway towards his own room.
"Yeah, see ya Ellis." Ethan watched after him, this cute little English boy, and then with an easy smile, he retreated into his own bedroom to get dressed.
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