Ethan And The Ball Boy
Chapter 10
* 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:
* 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, the picked up their towels, the 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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After Ethan had changed into his clothes, he hopped up onto his bed for a moment to relax and think about everything that had gone on. The ten days in England seemed to have flown by far too quickly. Originally, he had no choice. He'd gone along with his father, on his business trip to the United Kingdom, during the first few weeks of Ethan's long awaited summer vacation.
He'd grumbled about it at the time; not even wanting to go, and telling his father that he just wanted to spend summer break at home with his friends. Funny how things can change in so short a time. Now, with only a couple of days left in England, he found himself feeling more than a little sad that this new found adventure was about to come to an end.
He'd made some wonderful new friends here, and as he lay on his bed thinking about it now, he couldn't imagine anything back home being as important to him. He was twelve, at that most amazing time in a young boy’s life. A time of self discovery, adolescence, puberty; all those unique, and important elements that converge when a boy comes of age.
He could barely imagine what things would have been like if he'd stayed back home. He'd probably have hung out with his old familiar friends. Shooting hoops, kicking a ball around at the park, probably swimming and riding bikes around the neighborhood. All the same things that they did all the time.
He might even have had a sleepover with his friend Jack, and who knows where that would have led. They had talked about jerking off a time or two in the past; but when you're shy, well, talk is usually all it was.
Coming here however, had taken him down some rather unexpected paths, leading him to some discoveries that he may never have made otherwise. Meeting Trevor and Ellis, the two amazing English lads had quite literally turned his world on end. The boys had a different way about them, than his American friends.
They were far less introverted. They seemed to be easy going and curious boys, who were quite open about themselves, and very relaxed when it came to things like nudity, and sexuality.
Ethan smiled slightly to himself, recalling that first time down in the sauna. Two boys he literally didn't know, had stripped down quite naturally in front of him, to relax and lay naked in the small steam room as if it were just a normal thing.
Most American boys were usually quite timid about that kind of thing. Shy to a fault, schooled in modesty and personal inhibitions, as if that were a good thing. Ethan liked the openness that he'd discovered here. It was one of the things that had led to his emerging adolescence. His sexual awakening, as it were. He smiled again at the way things had turned out.
Ethan rolled off his bed, and stepping sockless into his shoes, he headed out the door where he spotted Ashford coming up the steps. "Oh hey Ashford..." he greeted.
"There ya are lad. I was just comin' up to get ya. Everyone's downstairs. We've got some light snacks laid out if you're a bit 'ungry."
"Yeah, sounds good, thanks." Ethan replied quietly.
"You alright then?" The Houseman asked in his light brogue, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder. Ethan looked up at him.
"Yeah... Just kinda sad to be going home in a few days."
"Aye... Parting is such sweet sorrow..." The Houseman quoted.
"Hey, that's from that Shakespeare dude huh? Ethan grinned.
"The Shakespeare Dude, yes." Ashford smiled back. And the two headed downstairs to join the others just outside in the courtyard.
Finger foods of various sorts were laid out on the table. Just light fare mostly, since everyone had eaten a late lunch that afternoon. Ethan scooted in next to Trevor and grabbing a plate he selected several tasty looking items from the larger serving platters that had been laid out.
He tried one of the pasties; which generally were meat and cheese filled pastries of a sort with a thin baked crust. This one also contained minced sweet garden onion, and Ethan found it to be wonderful. Everyone was eating, and chatting in various circles, simply enjoying the company as well as the food. Talk came around to the coming weekend, knowing that Trevor would be working Wimbledon on Sunday, and Ethan and his father would be departing from Heathrow early Monday morning.
"So." Mr. Hetherington began. "We've come up with a bit of an idea for the weekend, if you boys are interested. We thought we'd all head in to London tomorrow morning, and we can show Ethan and his father some of our more prominent sights."
"Oh, that would be cool..." Ethan replied, glancing at the other boys. "Can we go up in the London Eye?"
"Of course. We can take in a number of London's notable landmarks. And then..." Mr. Hetherington directed, looking directly at young Ellis, "In the evening, I have acquired tickets to see a live show in London's famed West End."
"Billy Elliot?" Ellis spouted, quite excitedly.
"Yes, Billy Elliot the Musical." Mr. Hetherington said. Ellis jumped up from his chair, spilling it backwards.
"Cush..." he grinned. "Oh man, I've wanted to see it for so long. Its Bloody wicked..." Ethan looked around, a bit confused about what all his excitement was about. He looked at Ellis, and shrugged.
"So what is it about?" he asked sincerely. Ellis looked at him with excited eyes.
"It's about this kid, Billy. He lives in a mining town up north of London. All the men work in the mines, and after school, the lads all learn to box and stuff, and Billy hates it, but he discovers dancing by accident, and, and he's really good, but his dad hates it, cause boys aren't supposed to dance but, he's so good that his dad finally gives in when he see's how passionate Billy is about it, and, and he gives in to support his son, and Billy gets to follow his dream and..."
"Geeze, take a breath." Trevor laughed. Ethan laughed as well, at the pure excitement exuding from the younger boy.
"So, I'm guessing you like it, because the kid's a dancer, like you?!"
"Yeah course... But, it’s not just that." Ellis explained. "The story is so good. Its sad, and happy and everything all at the same time. It's based on the movie, but it’s so much better. And Elton John wrote the music for it. It’s so cush. I've read all about it, and seen clips of it on YouTube and stuff..."
"Well, I guess we'll find out." Ethan said.
"But... Wait..." Trevor said, "I've got Ball Boy duties the following morning. How's that gonna work?"
"Not to worry son." Mr. Hetherington spoke up. "You know our company has a three bedroom suite that we maintain in Victoria for clients. I've arranged for us to stay there. In the morning, it'll be just a short hop over to the grounds at Wimbledon, and, we have passes for everyone for that event as well..."
"Cush." Trevor replied. "Works for me then."
"It's gonna' be so cool." Ellis said excitedly, as he grabbed a finger sandwich and danced around boyishly in the courtyard with it.
"Ellis has wanted to see that show for the longest time." Mrs. Hetherington explained. It's one of the hottest tickets in the West End. Has been for years."
"I've heard good things about it." Ethan's father said. "It was on Broadway in New York a while back. Seeing London, and the show will be a fine treat for Ethan and myself."
When all was said and done, and everyone had had their fill of snacks and such, the boys all paraded upstairs and piled into Ethan's bedroom. They played a board game for awhile, and then Ellis asked to borrow Ethan's Ipad again.
Hooking up to the internet, Ellis went to YouTube, and selected several clips from the musical, Billy Elliot. "Here Ethan, take a look at these." he directed. All three boys lay on their bellies across the bed, watching the clips. Ethan was quite surprised when he saw the twelve year old boy who plays Billy. The kid was an amazing dancer, and he could certainly sing, and act as well.
"That's pretty cool." Ethan agreed. "How can anyone be so good at that age?"
"Practice..." Ellis grinned as he hopped off the bed. Stripping off his shirt, the youngster spun around the room, doing a series of interpretive dance moves that seemed to almost defy gravity. Both Ethan and Trevor smiled and nodded, and gave mock applause for his efforts.
"He really is pretty good, I've gotta admit." Trevor beamed.
"You should try out for Billy Elliot." Ethan suggested sincerely. Ellis stopped in his tracks, and looked wistfully at the other boys.
"I wish." he breathed. He hopped back up on the bed alongside the others, and they watched one more YouTube clip. This one was a number called 'Expressing Yourself'. An impromptu comedic dance number from the show, featuring Billy, and his twelve year old friend Michael. "Michael is Billy's gay best friend." Ellis offered, "It's one of the sub plots in the show..."
Trevor and Ethan glanced at each other briefly, and then they all laughed at the YouTube clip. "That's pretty cool." Ethan remarked. "It'll be fun seeing that show, and being in London with you guys." For now however, the evening was winding down, and the boys decided to turn in a bit early, since they'd be leaving for the city at Eight thirty the next morning.
Young Ellis was quite excited about tomorrow, and he hugged both Trevor and Ethan goodnight, standing on his toes to kiss each of them on the cheek. And then with his tee shirt in hand, he literally spun down the hallway to his bedroom.
"Well, goodnight then." Ethan said quietly to Trevor. The boys exchanged an extended hug. Both knowing that time was winding down; on Monday, Ethan and his father would be heading back across the pond.
"G-night mate..." Trevor replied softly, and turning he headed back across the hall to his own bedroom. Ethan determined to remain upbeat. They still had two days left, and he wanted to make the most of them. Closing his door, Ethan turned and walked to the window, gazing out for a moment into deepening dusk.
He looked toward the tennis courts, and then the pool. The lights of the pool shimmered back at him, and he smiled as he recalled the fun times he'd had there with his new friends there.
Stripping off his polo shirt and shorts, Ethan slipped under the cool sheets of his comfy bed, wearing nothing but his soft cotton briefs. The boy stretched himself out in the middle of it and sighed, not ready for this experience to end. He lay there for a moment, thinking about everything he'd done since he'd arrived. He thought back to how totally shy he had been when he first got there, and then remembered his decision to 'get over it', and be more bold.
A thin smile spread his lips. "Be more bold..." he whispered into the darkness. Throwing back his bedcovers, Ethan rolled out of bed and padded softly across his darkened room. Pulling open the hardwood panel of his bedroom door, he peeked out into the darkened third floor corridor. The lights were dimmed, only a faint glow filtering up from the staircase from the lower levels.
Ethan stepped out into the hallway, pulling his door shut quietly behind him. Stepping across the hall, Ethan turned the handle on Trevor's door and stepped quietly into his room. Trevor was lying in his bed, and he raised his head to see the other boy in the soft light of his room.
"Ethan? What's up mate?" he asked in a soft, surprised voice. The American boy didn't answer. Instead, he padded barefoot across to the other boy's bedside. Standing there, Ethan smiled and stooped slightly as he slipped off his white cotton briefs, dropping them to his feet and stepping out of them.
Without offer, or hesitation, he slipped in under the covers and cozied his naked body up to the other boy. Putting his leg over the older boy's bare thighs, Ethan settled partially on top of him. "What's this then?" Trevor questioned with a faint smirk.
"What's that British word for kissing?" Ethan queried.
"Snogging." came the reply.
"Well, then this is me, snogging you..." Ethan smiled. He settled his open lips over Trevor's, kissing him affectionately. Trev offered no resistance, and the two boys quickly fell to exchanging warm, wet tongues.
In a matter of moments, Ethan could feel Trevor's firm English sausage pressing against his leg, and with his tongue still squirming in Trev's mouth, he reached down and slipped his hand boldly beneath the waistband of the English boy's briefs, wrapping his fingers around the stiff fleshy dowel.
"Oh man..." Trevor sighed, as Ethan squeezed the firm link, playfully fondling the warm appendage. He kissed Trevor again, and then slipped downward, nipping at the Brit's pebble-like nipple. Tossing the bedcovers aside, Ethan slipped even further down and wasted no time in stripping Trevor's underpants down his legs.
He settled back on top of the English boy, their naked bodies gnashing and squirming passionately together. The feel of silky naked flesh against your own skin is one of life's finer feelings, and the boys coiled playfully around one another, caught up in a youthful act of innocent, exploratory lovemaking.
They brushed lips, and tongues, softly nuzzling at one another; licking and nibbling on necks and earlobes. They explored one another, skin sliding like warm satin over the others naked flesh. Each boy experiencing, and giving the other all the pleasure they could think of to give.
Neither boy was experienced at such things. They didn't need to be. For long minutes they simple wandered aimlessly across each others valleys and curving mounds. Ethan buried his face in the English boy’s genitals. His tongue danced, searched and probed; licking around the base of the older boy's heated tumescent shaft.
His wet lips slid onto, and sucked at scrotal skin, drawing some of the thin and still hairless sac into his mouth, tasting its erotic boy flavor, and then suckling moistly at his rounded testicular marbles. "Fuckin A..." Trevor moaned as Ethan swirled his tongue over his hanging fruit.
Their movements were simple. There was no plan, no scheme, just raw youthful lust of the heretofore unknown. Ethan slid the flat of his hand upward along the English boy's inner leg, feeling the smooth lambskin-like texture of his hairless and unblemished thigh. "Mmm..." Ethan hummed, enjoying the feel of sweet bare flesh, as the older boy combed his fingers through Ethan's blond locks.
"Oh fuck Ethan..." Trevor mumbled, at the gentle tickle of the younger boy's cheek and lips, gliding across his thigh. "That's so nice." he breathed with contentment. Ethan gently cradled the older boy's penis in his fingers then, gently drawing back the pliable foreskin and exposing the taut shiny knob. He kissed the plum colored bell, searching the tip with his tongue.
He was rewarded with the sweet taste of precum that trickled across his taste buds. "Mmm..." Ethan sighed as he ran his oral digit around the swollen ridge of Trevor's boyhood. The Brit drew his leg up at the knee, randomly exposing his nether regions, and Ethan responded by steering himself there.
The American boy explored that region, nuzzling the soft pale skin, enjoying Trevor's mild boylike aroma. He swirled his tongue beneath Trevor's balls, and back toward the boy's pink rose. Timidly, he examined the 'holy grail' of boy openings, testing it with mild, if not expectant curiosity.
To his pleasure, the gentle musk was not in the least off putting. The boyish aroma was soft, and in truth sexually alluring. Ethan tongued across the pink ring, leaving it wet with his spittle. "Ohhh fucccccck..." Trevor moaned at the erotic stimulation.
With an impishly curious smile, Ethan wetted his middle finger, and massaged it around the puckered flesh, causing Trevor to squirm and moan softly. His eyes alight with curious wonder, Ethan wetted his finger again, and this time sought entry into the mysteriously warm burrow.
The flesh yielded tautly around his finger as he pressed inward, and Ethan could feel Trevor arch his back and squirm pleasurably at the friendly intrusion. He pressed his finger inward, and at the same time he raised his head to encase Trevor's straining penis into his mouth again.
More tasty precum stimulated his oral senses, as he firmed his lips around the glistening fleshy peg, and slid downward over its length. The English boy twisted with delight as moist tight lips strolled up and down his five inch willy. "Ohhh, ohh...." he mouthed, as Ethan's finger withdrew, and then entered him again. His toes curled involuntarily as if reaching for relief, and he twisted his youthful frame against this onslaught of pleasure.
Ethan could feel the English boy's penis twitch in his mouth, and it expelled another sticky droplet of precum. Ethan pulled off, and licked the purple lolly, teasing and demanding more from the reddened slit. The other boy squirmed beneath him, struggling now not to shoot off his boy pistol.
Ethan seemed to sense the closeness of the older boy's predicament, and mercifully he pulled off in time. He slithered his naked horny body, snakelike up Trevor's torso, engaging him tongue to tongue once again. "Mmm... Oh god Ethan..." the Brit sighed into the younger boy's mouth.
The American youngster was a beast unleashed, and he sucked at Trev's lower lip as his hips rocked and squirmed against the older boy. From over stimulated genitals, both boys leaked sticky clear fluids onto one another's soft underbelly and porcelain pubic areas. What few curly pubic hairs resided there, were sticky with the honey-like drippings.
"Shit you're hot..." Ethan breathed, as he looked for a moment into the other boy's sparkling green eyes. Trevor only smiled, then smothered Ethan's red lips with his own. The boys continued to snog, and squirm erotically over each other. They changed positions on the bed, rolling into seemingly awkward positions to suck at, or kiss remote body parts. It was an experimental orgy for the two boys, as they sought to engage every facet of skin from toes to balls and back again.
They both rose to near orgasm on several occasions, each straining to resist the inevitable as long as possible. Trevor corkscrewed around, so that both boys could suck on the other's tuber; cleaning them of the copious amounts of precum and boy sweat that coated their erect appendages. The whole scintillating affair lingered for over an hour of sensuous, uninhibited sexual boy play.
At length, Trevor rolled onto his tummy, and gaining his knees, he raised his hips from the soft mattress. "Shag me..." he directed his horny companion. Ethan glanced at him, and a twisted smile crossed his youthful features.
Sliding over the other boy, Ethan pushed his face between the bubbled rounds of Trevor's raised bum, tonguing the Brit's sweaty boy hole, and lubing it generously with his own spittle. "Mmm..." Trevor moaned as the wet oral digit slathered his pink eye.
The American boy raised up then, and scooted forward till his loins spooned softly against Trevor's curved rump, and his erect boy prong slipped naturally between the older boy's moist cheeks. He playfully slid his penis upward along that crease, like a sausage cradled in a warm buttered bun. Both boys sighed in pleasurable anticipation, and finally Ethan reached down to feel for, and locate the exact point of entry.
He held his own penis, and guiding his tip to the heat source, he pushed the knob of his prong into the erotically moist sponginess. Delicate lips were parted and they ringed tightly around Ethan's invading beef stick.
"Umpfff..... Oh yessss...." Trevor hissed, as Ethan's boy prong began to fill his languid bung, sliding with creamy smoothness deep into the boy's soft bowels. "Oh fucccck..." he moaned breathlessly.
Ethan's thighs settled against the older boy’s bottom, a natural cradle of warm flesh that fit together as if by design. "Mmm." Ethan seemed to hum delightedly, as his skin nestled warmly around the other boy's backside. He lay forward for a moment; settling his stomach and chest warmly against the contours of Trevor's naked back, wrapping his arms around the other boy, and holding him there as if this natural docking was meant to be.
With Ethan molded to his back, Trevor slowly slunk forward till he was lying flat on the bed. Their naked bodies were sandwiched together, anchored by Ethan's prodigious peg. With eyes closed, the American boy gyrated his hips gently, simply enjoying the touch of Trevor's naked buttocks beneath his loins. "Shit that feels so nice." he cooed softly.
Trevor teasingly clenched his bunghole, tightly squeezing the other boy's snake, as if prodding it into action. Ethan rose to the bait... "Mmm..." The American hummed again, and he began a slow tempo pumping, his bare buttocks rising and falling rhythmically, causing his firm tube to slide within the confines of the English boy's rectum.
"Oh god... Ohhhhh yeah...." Trevor breathed as the piston slid within him. Ethan's hips began a more spirited tempo, eagerly bunny humping against the other boy. His robust thrusts banged Trevor's rump, causing the older boy's penis to rub tactilely against the soft sheets beneath him. Sticky stimulated leakage wetted those sheets.
"Ohh.... Oh shit that's nice." Trevor grunted, feeling pleasure at both ends now. It continued for several minutes, until Ethan pulled back, and grabbing Trevor by the hips, he pulled him up till he was kneeling on all fours again. With better leverage now, and still holding firmly to the Brit's hips, Ethan began banging his loins more firmly into the older boy's bum.
The younger boy's testicles swayed in time with his thrusts, banging softly now against the older boy's dangling fruit sac. With the angle changed, Ethan's knob prodded against Trevor’s prostate, eliciting a surprising wave of pleasure within him. It was almost as if his orgasm had begun, and Trev reached beneath himself and began to stroke his own eager erection.
The boys jarred with each thumping of hips, and both boys began to coo with expectant pleasure. Ethan's groin began to charge with feeling. The tingles spread through him like liquid fire, and his weighty balls started to draw upward.
Trevor felt it then. The swelling of Ethan's knob deep within him; and he heard the animal-like grunt issue from the younger boy's throat. And just like that he felt the molten flood squirt into him. "Aaaahhhhhhh, ahhh, ahh....." Ethan's boyish grunts filled his ears; just as boyish spunk filled his rectum. Multiple spurts of creamy ejaculate drained into his bowels.
The rush and excitement was too intense, and Trevor's own testicles drew up tightly, and from between flying fingers, Trevor exploded his soupy load of boy sauce. It clung warmly as it splattered and hung from his torso, some of it even spattering the underside of his chin. "Bloody hell...." he grunted as several waves flooded out of him.
Ethan had virtually collapsed against the older boy's back, spent beyond his youthful limits; and with that weight on top of him, Trevor slumped forward again to lay flat on the bed. Both boys searched for breath, and Ethan's firm boyhood continued to deflate, slipping softly out of the other boy's bum, though it remained cradled limply between his rounded cheeks.
They lay quietly for a moment. Ethan slid to one side, and Trevor rolled to face him. They lay six inches apart, gazing softly at one another. Trev reached up and gently stroked Ethan's hair away from his eyes, smiling quietly at the younger boy.
"That was nice." he breathed softly.
"Cush..." Ethan reminded him, returning the boyish smile. "Thanks Trev." he added.
"Yer welcome." Trevor whispered, then stretched to plant a gentle kiss on the other boy's soft lips. "Fancy a quick shower do you?" he asked. Ethan nodded, and the boys rolled off the bed and padded barefoot and naked into the hallway and down to the bath.
Closing the door behind them, they turned on a cooling shower and slipped beneath the cleansing wash, rinsing the sweat and other sticky stains from their bodies. The boys stood face to face, and held each other's nakedness close, softly resting against one another. They stood for several minutes.
"I'll never forget any of this." Ethan offered.
"Not bloody likely." Trevor smiled back. They kissed softly, and finally shut off the water. The boys shared a fluffy cotton towel, and when they dried off sufficiently, they crept naked down the darkened hallway to their rooms. Trevor hesitated at his door.
"Me beds a bit of a sticky mess." he noted softly.
"Mine’s not." Ethan offered with a tender smile. "Come on then." The boys slipped into Ethan's room and crawled under the soft cool bedcovers together. They lay quietly, side by side for a time, and then with unspoken word they rolled onto their sides and spooned lovingly as they drifted off to sleep.
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In the morning, it was Ellis who roused them. He had sauntered into Ethan's room, wearing only his underpants. "Oye..." he announced as he neared the bed. "Again, really?" he chided as the other boys opened their eyes and looked tiredly at him. Ethan smiled, and propped himself up on his elbows.
"Morning Ellis..." he offered.
"Come on then. Time to get up." The younger boy said, pulling the bedcovers off the two boys. His eyes widened as he spotted their nakedness. "Bollocks... I've bloody well missed the fun again haven't I?" The boy chirped. The other boys chuckled and quickly pulled the bedding back to cover themselves.
It was seven a.m., and they'd be leaving for London in an hour and a half, so it was time to get underway. There were showers to be taken, breakfast to be consumed, and Ethan still needed to pack his bag. They would spend the day sightseeing in London, followed by an evening performance of the West End musical, Billy Elliot. Following that, they would all spend the night in the city.
Sunday, they'd all attend the Gentlemen's Tennis Final at Wimbledon, with Trevor doing his final ball boy duties. After that, Ethan and his father would say their goodbyes, spending the night in London, before leaving from Heathrow early Monday morning for the States.
Ethan packed his bag while Trevor slipped in for the first shower; and young Ellis stayed with Ethan, solemnly helping him pack. When he'd finished, Ethan took his turn in the bath, where he was not so surprisingly joined by young Ellis; to save time, according to the younger boy.
The shower was innocent enough, with no time to play. The boys did, never the less help each other bathe, with Ellis suddenly taking special care at scrubbing, or perhaps rubbing, Ethan's boy parts. "Just tryin' to help..." the youngster offered with a boyish grin.
Quickly finished and changed, everyone gathered downstairs for a wonderful full English Breakfast. The mood was light, the food was good, and they all laughed and engaged in conversation, as Ashford hurried everyone along to be sure they finished in time.
By Eight thirty, the Houseman had already pulled around in a large silver Cadillac Escalade, one that Ethan had previously not seen, and he had loaded Ethan and his father's luggage, as well as a few other small bags in the back.
Taking charge, as Housemen oft times do, he made sure everyone was out the door, with everything they needed for the weekend. The boys all filtered into the back row of seats, Ethan's father and Mrs. Hetherington sat in the middle row, and Mr. Hetherington chose to sit up front, with Ashford of course driving.
It was a another nice summer morning, perfect for a leisurely drive into London, and Ashford chose a more scenic back route, rather than deal with commuter traffic; which always seemed heavy around the city. The boys chatted amongst themselves in back, looking forward to the weekend, and trying most certainly to forget about Ethan's going home after.
It didn't take long for the run into the town, and they were soon out and about exploring the sights of one of the world’s most amazing cities. They'd seen New Scotland Yard, Big Ben and now, at quarter past eleven, they stood amongst the crowds as Buckingham Palace for the traditional Changing of the Guard.
"Quite the spectacle." Ethan's father pointed out, his arm around his son's shoulders. Always such pomp and circumstance surrounding this age old ceremony. When it ended, the group wandered across for a tour through Westminster Abby.
"Whoa..." Ethan breathed. Even at twelve, he was taken aback by the centuries old structure. The building was a magnificent piece of ancient architecture, and of course of great interest to the boys were the many Tombs in the various Chapels inside. Of course, as is typical for boys, it wasn't so much about the history and grandeur of knowing Queen Elizabeth the first was entombed here, it was just 'cool' that old bodies were enshrined throughout.
They lunched at Planet Hollywood, at Trevor's insistence, and then continued on their whirlwind tour, managing the Tower Bridge and the Crown Jewels in the Tower of London. By late afternoon, they had hopped a boat on the River Thames and crossed to the London Eye. "Whoa..." Ethan extolled, as the glass enclosed capsules of the giant Ferris Wheel took them to nearly four hundred fifty feet in the air. "This is so cool. Look, there's Big Ben, and the Parliament Building. And I think over there is where the Chelsea Football Club plays."
"That's your favorite football club huh?" Trevor remarked, remembering back to an earlier conversation he'd had with Ethan.
"Yeah, they're wicked good..." Ethan touted.
"I like em' too." Ellis chimed in, clinging boyishly to Ethan's arm. Trevor moved back to stand next to Ashford, and he whispered something into the Houseman's ear; to which Ashford nodded with a slight smile.
Later, they took a brief stroll through Kensington Gardens, eventually coming across the bronze statue of Peter Pan, which was one of Ethan's favorite childhood stories. His father had read it to him back in younger days, before his mother had passed away... A memory that Ethan noted, as he stood quietly and held his father's hand; for the first time in years.
With afternoon having run into early evening, the group took a leisurely dinner at Brown's, a nice eating establishment in Victoria, where Ethan and the other boys ordered up some English style fish and chips, and insisted upon some ginger malt vinegar; the secret he'd learned form Ashford.
The group meandered across the square, stopping to take several pictures. Three of London's infamous red Telephone Boxes stood together in a row, and the boys each stood in, and then in front of them for pictures. Ethan's favorite picture was when they'd coaxed Ashford into one of the Phone Boxes, and the three boys all crowded into the same one, with everyone making faces, including the usually stoic Houseman.
From there they wandered over to the Victoria Palace Theater for the evening performance of Billy Elliot. It was a grand old building, though renovation was going on in the surrounding structures. Inside, the adults headed strait for the bar for a pint or two before the show.
The boys however quickly found their seats. They were rather nice ones in the fourth row of the stalls on the main floor, only a dozen feet from the front of the stage. Before long the auditorium had filled, and at eight the live show began. Ellis was beyond excited of course; this was one of his youthful dreams, to see the acclaimed hit.
Ethan didn't know what to expect. Tenuous at first, he wondered if he would like it; but before long Ethan was mesmerized by the wonderful story, and the amazing talents of the cast, and most certainly the twelve-year-old boy playing Billy.
The story was sad, funny and uplifting all at the same time. Ethan glanced at Ellis, who was on the edge of his seat, watching intently, bright eyed and thoroughly engrossed. There were tears at several sad scenes, and even Ethan had to wipe his eyes more than a few times as the story unfolded.
Intermission came after a rousing dance number called 'Angry Dance', which was powerfully choreographed. "This is incredible." Ethan remarked, as they all chatted for several minutes between acts. Everyone in the audience seemed to be taken by the story, and the youngster who played Billy was unbelievable.
The second half proved to be even better than the first. The scenes were filled with drama, yet speckled with great humor. Two huge dance numbers, 'Dream Ballet', and one called 'Electricity' were almost beyond belief; and the boy playing Billy was simply a marvel to watch; and Ethan felt nothing but respect for him.
He glanced at Ellis again, and he smiled, seeing the younger boy so inspired. He reached out and gave the youngster's hand a gentle squeeze. Ellis glanced at him, and his green eyes sparkled with joyful enthusiasm. The boy was quite simply floating on cloud nine...
It was just after eleven when the show let out, and everyone was abuzz over what they'd just seen. Ellis was talking a mile a minute, "Did you see it when..." and "Wasn't that cool when..." and "I loved the part where..." He was a regular chatterbox for the next hour, talking and dancing about happily.
Ethan and Trevor could only laugh at the youngster’s antics, but inside they had been deeply touched by what they'd seen. Ashford motored them around to their London flat, and everyone went upstairs to the three bedroom apartment.
The boys would share the large room, which had two queen sized beds in it, as well as a private bath; while the adults took the other bedrooms. Trevor and Ethan pretty much stripped off, crawling under the covers in just their underwear.
"Oh no... Not this time." Ellis chirped. "I'm not missin' out on anything more." He stripped off, including his underwear, and crawled into the same bed, settling in between the other two boys. Trevor shook his head, and Ethan laughed.
"Guess we'll be cozy then..." Trevor offered with a smirk. Ellis smiled back slyly.
"Cozy it is." he retorted, and then he quickly talked the other two into stripping off their briefs and sleeping au-naturel... For awhile he kept talking about the show, yawning frequently. "Hey, aren't we gonna wank off?" he wondered tiredly, behind another yawn.
Ethan and Trevor looked at one another, both feeling rather tired as well. "I'm kinda beat." Trev offered honestly.
"Me too." Ethan replied. "Maybe in the morning if we have time." He looked at Ellis, but the question had been rendered moot. Ellis had already drifted off to sleep. He smiled at the younger boy, then leaned over to kiss him on the forehead. He looked across at Trevor. They smiled softly at one another, then leaned together over the sleeping boy, and kissed each other affectionately.
"Night then..." Trevor said.
"G-night." Ethan replied. The boys scooted down under the covers and snuggled up against the younger boy. They looked at each other for several moments, and at some point, sleep took them both.
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At seven a.m., a firm knocking was heard at the bedroom door. "Rise and shine lads, rise and shine." Ashford called in to them. The boys stirred, waking slowly as boys do.
Another harried knock came a few minutes later as a reminder.
"We're up, we're up..." Trevor mumbled, in a none too convincing voice, but he dragged himself out of bed regardless; his tumescent todger pointing stiffly toward the ceiling. He stumbled to the bath for a morning pee and a shower.
Ethan heard the water running, the door to the bath remaining open. He threw off the covers and rolled his legs off the side of the bed. Glancing back, a smile spread his lips as he noticed the stout erection sprouting between young Ellis' legs. With a playful indulgence, he bent back over the bed, and playfully kissed Ellis on his erect knob.
"Mmm..." the younger boy mumbled, opening his weary eyes. "Morning Ethan..." he offered sleepily.
"Hey there Wee Willy Winky..." Ethan teased back. Ellis frowned in confusion, until Ethan indicated the youngsters stiff willy. The boy glanced down at himself, and then smiled at the reference, cupping his stiff boyhood in his fingers.
Ethan turned and strolled into the bath, where he took a needed piss, and then quite naturally stepped into the shower stall with Trevor. The English boy smiled at him and they exchanged a friendly snog and an intimate hug before resuming the morning shower. It became crowded a minute later when Ellis joined them; the youngster was still sporting his morning wood, and seeking mutual relief.
"Come on then, I thought we was gonna toss off one last time this mornin'..." he suggested. Limited by time, they showered playfully yet purposefully. Soaped hands yanked on lathered penises, and it didn't take long for the impromptu circle jerk to yield welcomed results. Trevor spilled first, happy to shoot his warm spunk on Ethan's naked body one last time.
The result was quick to recruit followers, and Ethan grunted out his own ejaculate in several prominent, gooey spurts. It took a few moments for Ellis to join the club, but his youthful face contorted with pleasure, and a noticeable spurt of clearish liquid suddenly caught air. It wasn't a lot necessarily, but certainly his biggest to date. The other boys steadied him, and they finished their showers on weakened knees.
Finished, the boys all dressed; Trevor looking natty in his Polo Ralph Lauren ball boy uniform, fresh and crisp from the dry cleaners. By eight, everyone had rolled out to the Escalade, and Ashford drove the relatively short distance to the All England Lawn Tennis Club, home of the Wimbledon Tournament.
They pulled in at Car Park Three, and with bag in tow, Trevor quickly headed off inside the venue to check in, and receive instructions for his assignment. Ashford wheeled around parking in the members section, and everyone climbed out of the SUV. They each wore lanyards around their necks, containing their Premier Club Pass; including Ashford, who had been invited to join them.
The group filtered inside, with the early buzz of the crowd, and excitement already in the air. The Gentlemen's Finals were always held on Center Court, and though it was indeed the final event of the two week tournament, the place was filled with tennis buffs and celebrities alike.
There was a little time to kill, and Ethan convinced everyone that it wouldn't be Wimbledon without a nice dish of Wimbledon's famous Strawberries and Cream. A tradition, and one which had become another of Ethan's new favorites.
He and his father, with Ellis in tow, purchased and brought back a dish for everyone, and they all sat under one of the colorful summer umbrellas, enjoying their wonderful morning treat, along with some relaxed conversation.
Across the way at center court, some of the pre event formalities were taking place. The officials, the ball boys and girls as well as the two finalists stood for the taking of traditional pictures, commemorating this year's finals. Trevor was all smiles as he knelt in the front row with the other ball boys. Behind them, were several high rankers, the officials and the competitors, all dressed out and ready to go.
The finals this year featured number one seeded Novak Djokovic, and the number two seed Roger Federer. Both had reached the finals with some brilliant play throughout the tournament, and in the semi finals culminating in this, the Gentlemen's Championship.
Both players took a moment to stand with the ball boys, for more personal pictures. This, a rare treat indeed. After the tournament, the ball boys would also get to keep their official uniforms, which consisted of three Ralph Loren logo jerseys, several pairs of shorts, socks, wristbands, even a fitted track suit, and official tennis shoes; all proudly embroidered with the Wimbledon logo.
With these formalities out of the way, they all marched off court to wait for the coming event. Trevor made his way back to the juniors’ locker room with the other boys to relax and get a final briefing before things got underway.
Spectators filed into the stands. The Hetherington's, Ethan and his father, and of course Ashford took their seats as well. There was much buzz in the air, and then the ball boys and competitors filed out onto the courts to respectful applause.
Six of the ball boys took their places, with the others, Trevor included, standing against one wall, hands clasped behind their backs. Djokovic and Federer commenced their ten minute warm up. Eventually the loud speakers buzzed to life, and announcements were made.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the All England Lawn Tennis Club, and this years Wimbledon Gentlemen's finals..." Huge cheers and ovation. Please welcome our competitors to the stadium; Mr. Novak Djokovic, and Mr. Roger Federer..." Another extended round of applause. Other announcements were made, amidst all the pomp and circumstance of this, one of the world’s premier tennis events.
Trevor and the other ball boys and girls filed off the court; where they could watch from the junket and press boxes behind the end lines; while the first group took their positions at net, and around the court. And just like that, the match was underway. Sterling tennis, as one might expect at Wimbledon. Djokovic took the first set and tie break, which ran nearly an hour. The ball boys rotated teams on court as is custom, and the second set commenced.
The crowd was clearly behind Federer at this point, as he turned it up for the second set, and a gruelingly long tie break which he eventually won, to the crowd’s approval. Into the third hour now, and the third set as a new team of ball boys rotated onto the court again; and this time Trevor was among them.
"There's Trev..." Ethan pointed out. "Whoooo...."
"He looks so handsome." Trevor's mother boasted, in a more than motherly fashion; which caused Ethan and Ellis to exchange looks, and roll their eyes in mock exasperation.
They laughed boyishly, as did Ashford who had witnessed the exchange.
The match dueled on in tremendous fashion. Ethan probably watched his friend Trevor as much as he did the play. And Trevor did himself proud as he rotated through his position with great efficiency, doing a top notch job. At the changeover between games, Trevor stood facing the players as they sat toweling off. His hands clasped behind his back, standing at attention in perfect form.
His eyes wandered into the stands for a moment, catching sight of his family and friends sitting in a group. He could see that his parents were quite proud of him, which caused a slight catch in his throat. And then, he gazed at Ethan, who was looking right back at him, eye to eye.
"Whoooo....." Ethan hollered, pumping his fist encouragingly. For the briefest of moments Trevor showed a small smile, before regaining his stoic composure. That momentary look on his face was one that Ethan would remember, always...
The match resumed, with Djokovic eventually taking the third set. The ball boys rotated off court again, and the decisive fourth set was won a little more easily, 6-3 by the returning Champion, Novac Djokovic. It was a thrilling Championship, and not lost on Ethan that he had witnessed one of the world’s premier sporting events.
Forty five minutes later, after another round of official pictures and interviews, the ball boys and girls were dismissed from their duties for this year’s tournament. As they had previously arranged, Trevor met his friends and family in the Terrace Club, where they had decided to meet and have a late lunch. He was still proudly wearing his ball boy uniform.
Trevor was excitedly talking about the event, and all the wonderful things that had gone on with his participation. Ethan listened intently, happily clapping his friend on the shoulder, and showing equal amounts of enthusiasm for him. The lunch was good, the conversation was better, as the adults chatted amongst themselves, and the three boys chirped happily at one another...
At one point, Ashford handed something to Trevor, who in turn looked at his friend Ethan. "I uh, Ellis and me kinda got you this..." Trevor offered, handing the small box to the American boy.
"What's this?" Ethan questioned.
"Just a lit'l goin' away present." Trevor responded. Ethan opened the small package to find an authentic Chelsea Football Club jersey, with the name and favorite number screened on the back of it. It's what Trevor had whispered to Ashford in the London Eye. Ethan nearly teared up at the wonderful gift, but more so at the realization that his time was winding down.
Ethan looked at his father, and motioned for something. His father handed him a bag which he placed on the table. Reaching in, he pulled out two small boxes, which he handed to both Trevor and Ellis. "It's not much, but..." Ethan trailed off.
The boys quickly opened the boxes, smiles spreading their faces. They were each given a handsomely framed picture. The picture was of the three boys, and Ashford, crammed tightly into one of the red English Phone Boxes, each of them, including Ashford, making a rather comical face. The picture, and gift were an instant classic, and the boys exchanged more than friendly hugs.
Ethan reached into the bag, and pulled out another box as well. He took several steps, and quite surprising the old Houseman, he handed the third box to Ashford. It was an identical frame and picture, just for him. Ethan surprised him further, when he wrapped his arms around the Houseman's waist, hugging him. "Thanks Ash... For everything."
Ashford stood rigidly for a moment, and then put his arms around the American boy.
"Thanks lad, means a lot ta me, it does..." The Houseman sniffled slightly, touching a finger below his nose as he turned away...
Ethan's father then spoke a few words of appreciation for the Hetherington's kindness, to which they all raised their water glasses in a toast. Then he looked at his son, and the two English boys. "By the way..." he began. " I should tell the boys. With this wonderful business partnership, that we've formed, and..." he looked at his son, "With this close knit friendship you boys have formed... I've invited the Hetherington's, and the boys to come and stay with us in Connecticut over the winter break..."
The three boys were silent a moment, as it settled in, and then the three boys whooped out excitedly, causing heads to turn. Ethan threw his arms around his father in a warm hug, and the boys celebrated the exciting news...
It was nearly three in the afternoon when they left the Car Park, and drove through the city toward Hyde Park, and the adjoining Kensington Gardens. Stopping there for a time, they strolled the grounds, casually enjoying the pleasant afternoon, and the beautiful English gardens.
The boys set off on their own ahead of the others, of course, wandering the paths, and chatting boyishly. The mood most certainly lighthearted, knowing that they'd all be together again in a few months. They returned to the bronze statue of Peter Pan, there in the gardens, and with Ethan's cell phone, they decided to stop and take some more pictures. Snapping off several, as the adults finally caught up with them.
Ashford took the phone, and snapped a few pics of the three boys, standing happily together; and of course Ethan wanted one of himself with Ashford. The Houseman obliged grudgingly, embarrassed that Ethan wanted such a picture. Ellis took the cell phone to take that shot.
"Oye..." the youngster directed then, pointing to the two lads. "Let's get one of just Ethan and the Ball Boy. Come on then..." He stepped back and lined up as Ethan and Trevor stood together below the statue. They put their arms around each others shoulders, and smiled the most natural of smiles; two friends, standing below the statue of eternal youth and boyish spirit.
~ Finish ~
*Authors note; Billy Elliot the Musical is currently in its tenth year in London. The show also enjoyed a run on Broadway in the U.S., as well as a National Tour. This production is one of the finest live shows you will ever see, and I highly recommend that you do see it, given the opportunity. Currently in the United States, and in some other countries, the show pops up in various Regional Presentations only. Though I still encourage you to see one of those, please note that it will be highly toned down from the original productions. A regional production lasting only a few weeks, cannot pretend to spend many months in training and development. Nor are they likely to find many boys available, as highly trained in dance, acting and singing, as were brought up in the official productions. Regardless, you will not regret the decision to see it. And hey, there's always London, home of the original...
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*Excerpt From Previous Chapter:
* 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, the picked up their towels, the 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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After Ethan had changed into his clothes, he hopped up onto his bed for a moment to relax and think about everything that had gone on. The ten days in England seemed to have flown by far too quickly. Originally, he had no choice. He'd gone along with his father, on his business trip to the United Kingdom, during the first few weeks of Ethan's long awaited summer vacation.
He'd grumbled about it at the time; not even wanting to go, and telling his father that he just wanted to spend summer break at home with his friends. Funny how things can change in so short a time. Now, with only a couple of days left in England, he found himself feeling more than a little sad that this new found adventure was about to come to an end.
He'd made some wonderful new friends here, and as he lay on his bed thinking about it now, he couldn't imagine anything back home being as important to him. He was twelve, at that most amazing time in a young boy’s life. A time of self discovery, adolescence, puberty; all those unique, and important elements that converge when a boy comes of age.
He could barely imagine what things would have been like if he'd stayed back home. He'd probably have hung out with his old familiar friends. Shooting hoops, kicking a ball around at the park, probably swimming and riding bikes around the neighborhood. All the same things that they did all the time.
He might even have had a sleepover with his friend Jack, and who knows where that would have led. They had talked about jerking off a time or two in the past; but when you're shy, well, talk is usually all it was.
Coming here however, had taken him down some rather unexpected paths, leading him to some discoveries that he may never have made otherwise. Meeting Trevor and Ellis, the two amazing English lads had quite literally turned his world on end. The boys had a different way about them, than his American friends.
They were far less introverted. They seemed to be easy going and curious boys, who were quite open about themselves, and very relaxed when it came to things like nudity, and sexuality.
Ethan smiled slightly to himself, recalling that first time down in the sauna. Two boys he literally didn't know, had stripped down quite naturally in front of him, to relax and lay naked in the small steam room as if it were just a normal thing.
Most American boys were usually quite timid about that kind of thing. Shy to a fault, schooled in modesty and personal inhibitions, as if that were a good thing. Ethan liked the openness that he'd discovered here. It was one of the things that had led to his emerging adolescence. His sexual awakening, as it were. He smiled again at the way things had turned out.
Ethan rolled off his bed, and stepping sockless into his shoes, he headed out the door where he spotted Ashford coming up the steps. "Oh hey Ashford..." he greeted.
"There ya are lad. I was just comin' up to get ya. Everyone's downstairs. We've got some light snacks laid out if you're a bit 'ungry."
"Yeah, sounds good, thanks." Ethan replied quietly.
"You alright then?" The Houseman asked in his light brogue, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder. Ethan looked up at him.
"Yeah... Just kinda sad to be going home in a few days."
"Aye... Parting is such sweet sorrow..." The Houseman quoted.
"Hey, that's from that Shakespeare dude huh? Ethan grinned.
"The Shakespeare Dude, yes." Ashford smiled back. And the two headed downstairs to join the others just outside in the courtyard.
Finger foods of various sorts were laid out on the table. Just light fare mostly, since everyone had eaten a late lunch that afternoon. Ethan scooted in next to Trevor and grabbing a plate he selected several tasty looking items from the larger serving platters that had been laid out.
He tried one of the pasties; which generally were meat and cheese filled pastries of a sort with a thin baked crust. This one also contained minced sweet garden onion, and Ethan found it to be wonderful. Everyone was eating, and chatting in various circles, simply enjoying the company as well as the food. Talk came around to the coming weekend, knowing that Trevor would be working Wimbledon on Sunday, and Ethan and his father would be departing from Heathrow early Monday morning.
"So." Mr. Hetherington began. "We've come up with a bit of an idea for the weekend, if you boys are interested. We thought we'd all head in to London tomorrow morning, and we can show Ethan and his father some of our more prominent sights."
"Oh, that would be cool..." Ethan replied, glancing at the other boys. "Can we go up in the London Eye?"
"Of course. We can take in a number of London's notable landmarks. And then..." Mr. Hetherington directed, looking directly at young Ellis, "In the evening, I have acquired tickets to see a live show in London's famed West End."
"Billy Elliot?" Ellis spouted, quite excitedly.
"Yes, Billy Elliot the Musical." Mr. Hetherington said. Ellis jumped up from his chair, spilling it backwards.
"Cush..." he grinned. "Oh man, I've wanted to see it for so long. Its Bloody wicked..." Ethan looked around, a bit confused about what all his excitement was about. He looked at Ellis, and shrugged.
"So what is it about?" he asked sincerely. Ellis looked at him with excited eyes.
"It's about this kid, Billy. He lives in a mining town up north of London. All the men work in the mines, and after school, the lads all learn to box and stuff, and Billy hates it, but he discovers dancing by accident, and, and he's really good, but his dad hates it, cause boys aren't supposed to dance but, he's so good that his dad finally gives in when he see's how passionate Billy is about it, and, and he gives in to support his son, and Billy gets to follow his dream and..."
"Geeze, take a breath." Trevor laughed. Ethan laughed as well, at the pure excitement exuding from the younger boy.
"So, I'm guessing you like it, because the kid's a dancer, like you?!"
"Yeah course... But, it’s not just that." Ellis explained. "The story is so good. Its sad, and happy and everything all at the same time. It's based on the movie, but it’s so much better. And Elton John wrote the music for it. It’s so cush. I've read all about it, and seen clips of it on YouTube and stuff..."
"Well, I guess we'll find out." Ethan said.
"But... Wait..." Trevor said, "I've got Ball Boy duties the following morning. How's that gonna work?"
"Not to worry son." Mr. Hetherington spoke up. "You know our company has a three bedroom suite that we maintain in Victoria for clients. I've arranged for us to stay there. In the morning, it'll be just a short hop over to the grounds at Wimbledon, and, we have passes for everyone for that event as well..."
"Cush." Trevor replied. "Works for me then."
"It's gonna' be so cool." Ellis said excitedly, as he grabbed a finger sandwich and danced around boyishly in the courtyard with it.
"Ellis has wanted to see that show for the longest time." Mrs. Hetherington explained. It's one of the hottest tickets in the West End. Has been for years."
"I've heard good things about it." Ethan's father said. "It was on Broadway in New York a while back. Seeing London, and the show will be a fine treat for Ethan and myself."
When all was said and done, and everyone had had their fill of snacks and such, the boys all paraded upstairs and piled into Ethan's bedroom. They played a board game for awhile, and then Ellis asked to borrow Ethan's Ipad again.
Hooking up to the internet, Ellis went to YouTube, and selected several clips from the musical, Billy Elliot. "Here Ethan, take a look at these." he directed. All three boys lay on their bellies across the bed, watching the clips. Ethan was quite surprised when he saw the twelve year old boy who plays Billy. The kid was an amazing dancer, and he could certainly sing, and act as well.
"That's pretty cool." Ethan agreed. "How can anyone be so good at that age?"
"Practice..." Ellis grinned as he hopped off the bed. Stripping off his shirt, the youngster spun around the room, doing a series of interpretive dance moves that seemed to almost defy gravity. Both Ethan and Trevor smiled and nodded, and gave mock applause for his efforts.
"He really is pretty good, I've gotta admit." Trevor beamed.
"You should try out for Billy Elliot." Ethan suggested sincerely. Ellis stopped in his tracks, and looked wistfully at the other boys.
"I wish." he breathed. He hopped back up on the bed alongside the others, and they watched one more YouTube clip. This one was a number called 'Expressing Yourself'. An impromptu comedic dance number from the show, featuring Billy, and his twelve year old friend Michael. "Michael is Billy's gay best friend." Ellis offered, "It's one of the sub plots in the show..."
Trevor and Ethan glanced at each other briefly, and then they all laughed at the YouTube clip. "That's pretty cool." Ethan remarked. "It'll be fun seeing that show, and being in London with you guys." For now however, the evening was winding down, and the boys decided to turn in a bit early, since they'd be leaving for the city at Eight thirty the next morning.
Young Ellis was quite excited about tomorrow, and he hugged both Trevor and Ethan goodnight, standing on his toes to kiss each of them on the cheek. And then with his tee shirt in hand, he literally spun down the hallway to his bedroom.
"Well, goodnight then." Ethan said quietly to Trevor. The boys exchanged an extended hug. Both knowing that time was winding down; on Monday, Ethan and his father would be heading back across the pond.
"G-night mate..." Trevor replied softly, and turning he headed back across the hall to his own bedroom. Ethan determined to remain upbeat. They still had two days left, and he wanted to make the most of them. Closing his door, Ethan turned and walked to the window, gazing out for a moment into deepening dusk.
He looked toward the tennis courts, and then the pool. The lights of the pool shimmered back at him, and he smiled as he recalled the fun times he'd had there with his new friends there.
Stripping off his polo shirt and shorts, Ethan slipped under the cool sheets of his comfy bed, wearing nothing but his soft cotton briefs. The boy stretched himself out in the middle of it and sighed, not ready for this experience to end. He lay there for a moment, thinking about everything he'd done since he'd arrived. He thought back to how totally shy he had been when he first got there, and then remembered his decision to 'get over it', and be more bold.
A thin smile spread his lips. "Be more bold..." he whispered into the darkness. Throwing back his bedcovers, Ethan rolled out of bed and padded softly across his darkened room. Pulling open the hardwood panel of his bedroom door, he peeked out into the darkened third floor corridor. The lights were dimmed, only a faint glow filtering up from the staircase from the lower levels.
Ethan stepped out into the hallway, pulling his door shut quietly behind him. Stepping across the hall, Ethan turned the handle on Trevor's door and stepped quietly into his room. Trevor was lying in his bed, and he raised his head to see the other boy in the soft light of his room.
"Ethan? What's up mate?" he asked in a soft, surprised voice. The American boy didn't answer. Instead, he padded barefoot across to the other boy's bedside. Standing there, Ethan smiled and stooped slightly as he slipped off his white cotton briefs, dropping them to his feet and stepping out of them.
Without offer, or hesitation, he slipped in under the covers and cozied his naked body up to the other boy. Putting his leg over the older boy's bare thighs, Ethan settled partially on top of him. "What's this then?" Trevor questioned with a faint smirk.
"What's that British word for kissing?" Ethan queried.
"Snogging." came the reply.
"Well, then this is me, snogging you..." Ethan smiled. He settled his open lips over Trevor's, kissing him affectionately. Trev offered no resistance, and the two boys quickly fell to exchanging warm, wet tongues.
In a matter of moments, Ethan could feel Trevor's firm English sausage pressing against his leg, and with his tongue still squirming in Trev's mouth, he reached down and slipped his hand boldly beneath the waistband of the English boy's briefs, wrapping his fingers around the stiff fleshy dowel.
"Oh man..." Trevor sighed, as Ethan squeezed the firm link, playfully fondling the warm appendage. He kissed Trevor again, and then slipped downward, nipping at the Brit's pebble-like nipple. Tossing the bedcovers aside, Ethan slipped even further down and wasted no time in stripping Trevor's underpants down his legs.
He settled back on top of the English boy, their naked bodies gnashing and squirming passionately together. The feel of silky naked flesh against your own skin is one of life's finer feelings, and the boys coiled playfully around one another, caught up in a youthful act of innocent, exploratory lovemaking.
They brushed lips, and tongues, softly nuzzling at one another; licking and nibbling on necks and earlobes. They explored one another, skin sliding like warm satin over the others naked flesh. Each boy experiencing, and giving the other all the pleasure they could think of to give.
Neither boy was experienced at such things. They didn't need to be. For long minutes they simple wandered aimlessly across each others valleys and curving mounds. Ethan buried his face in the English boy’s genitals. His tongue danced, searched and probed; licking around the base of the older boy's heated tumescent shaft.
His wet lips slid onto, and sucked at scrotal skin, drawing some of the thin and still hairless sac into his mouth, tasting its erotic boy flavor, and then suckling moistly at his rounded testicular marbles. "Fuckin A..." Trevor moaned as Ethan swirled his tongue over his hanging fruit.
Their movements were simple. There was no plan, no scheme, just raw youthful lust of the heretofore unknown. Ethan slid the flat of his hand upward along the English boy's inner leg, feeling the smooth lambskin-like texture of his hairless and unblemished thigh. "Mmm..." Ethan hummed, enjoying the feel of sweet bare flesh, as the older boy combed his fingers through Ethan's blond locks.
"Oh fuck Ethan..." Trevor mumbled, at the gentle tickle of the younger boy's cheek and lips, gliding across his thigh. "That's so nice." he breathed with contentment. Ethan gently cradled the older boy's penis in his fingers then, gently drawing back the pliable foreskin and exposing the taut shiny knob. He kissed the plum colored bell, searching the tip with his tongue.
He was rewarded with the sweet taste of precum that trickled across his taste buds. "Mmm..." Ethan sighed as he ran his oral digit around the swollen ridge of Trevor's boyhood. The Brit drew his leg up at the knee, randomly exposing his nether regions, and Ethan responded by steering himself there.
The American boy explored that region, nuzzling the soft pale skin, enjoying Trevor's mild boylike aroma. He swirled his tongue beneath Trevor's balls, and back toward the boy's pink rose. Timidly, he examined the 'holy grail' of boy openings, testing it with mild, if not expectant curiosity.
To his pleasure, the gentle musk was not in the least off putting. The boyish aroma was soft, and in truth sexually alluring. Ethan tongued across the pink ring, leaving it wet with his spittle. "Ohhh fucccccck..." Trevor moaned at the erotic stimulation.
With an impishly curious smile, Ethan wetted his middle finger, and massaged it around the puckered flesh, causing Trevor to squirm and moan softly. His eyes alight with curious wonder, Ethan wetted his finger again, and this time sought entry into the mysteriously warm burrow.
The flesh yielded tautly around his finger as he pressed inward, and Ethan could feel Trevor arch his back and squirm pleasurably at the friendly intrusion. He pressed his finger inward, and at the same time he raised his head to encase Trevor's straining penis into his mouth again.
More tasty precum stimulated his oral senses, as he firmed his lips around the glistening fleshy peg, and slid downward over its length. The English boy twisted with delight as moist tight lips strolled up and down his five inch willy. "Ohhh, ohh...." he mouthed, as Ethan's finger withdrew, and then entered him again. His toes curled involuntarily as if reaching for relief, and he twisted his youthful frame against this onslaught of pleasure.
Ethan could feel the English boy's penis twitch in his mouth, and it expelled another sticky droplet of precum. Ethan pulled off, and licked the purple lolly, teasing and demanding more from the reddened slit. The other boy squirmed beneath him, struggling now not to shoot off his boy pistol.
Ethan seemed to sense the closeness of the older boy's predicament, and mercifully he pulled off in time. He slithered his naked horny body, snakelike up Trevor's torso, engaging him tongue to tongue once again. "Mmm... Oh god Ethan..." the Brit sighed into the younger boy's mouth.
The American youngster was a beast unleashed, and he sucked at Trev's lower lip as his hips rocked and squirmed against the older boy. From over stimulated genitals, both boys leaked sticky clear fluids onto one another's soft underbelly and porcelain pubic areas. What few curly pubic hairs resided there, were sticky with the honey-like drippings.
"Shit you're hot..." Ethan breathed, as he looked for a moment into the other boy's sparkling green eyes. Trevor only smiled, then smothered Ethan's red lips with his own. The boys continued to snog, and squirm erotically over each other. They changed positions on the bed, rolling into seemingly awkward positions to suck at, or kiss remote body parts. It was an experimental orgy for the two boys, as they sought to engage every facet of skin from toes to balls and back again.
They both rose to near orgasm on several occasions, each straining to resist the inevitable as long as possible. Trevor corkscrewed around, so that both boys could suck on the other's tuber; cleaning them of the copious amounts of precum and boy sweat that coated their erect appendages. The whole scintillating affair lingered for over an hour of sensuous, uninhibited sexual boy play.
At length, Trevor rolled onto his tummy, and gaining his knees, he raised his hips from the soft mattress. "Shag me..." he directed his horny companion. Ethan glanced at him, and a twisted smile crossed his youthful features.
Sliding over the other boy, Ethan pushed his face between the bubbled rounds of Trevor's raised bum, tonguing the Brit's sweaty boy hole, and lubing it generously with his own spittle. "Mmm..." Trevor moaned as the wet oral digit slathered his pink eye.
The American boy raised up then, and scooted forward till his loins spooned softly against Trevor's curved rump, and his erect boy prong slipped naturally between the older boy's moist cheeks. He playfully slid his penis upward along that crease, like a sausage cradled in a warm buttered bun. Both boys sighed in pleasurable anticipation, and finally Ethan reached down to feel for, and locate the exact point of entry.
He held his own penis, and guiding his tip to the heat source, he pushed the knob of his prong into the erotically moist sponginess. Delicate lips were parted and they ringed tightly around Ethan's invading beef stick.
"Umpfff..... Oh yessss...." Trevor hissed, as Ethan's boy prong began to fill his languid bung, sliding with creamy smoothness deep into the boy's soft bowels. "Oh fucccck..." he moaned breathlessly.
Ethan's thighs settled against the older boy’s bottom, a natural cradle of warm flesh that fit together as if by design. "Mmm." Ethan seemed to hum delightedly, as his skin nestled warmly around the other boy's backside. He lay forward for a moment; settling his stomach and chest warmly against the contours of Trevor's naked back, wrapping his arms around the other boy, and holding him there as if this natural docking was meant to be.
With Ethan molded to his back, Trevor slowly slunk forward till he was lying flat on the bed. Their naked bodies were sandwiched together, anchored by Ethan's prodigious peg. With eyes closed, the American boy gyrated his hips gently, simply enjoying the touch of Trevor's naked buttocks beneath his loins. "Shit that feels so nice." he cooed softly.
Trevor teasingly clenched his bunghole, tightly squeezing the other boy's snake, as if prodding it into action. Ethan rose to the bait... "Mmm..." The American hummed again, and he began a slow tempo pumping, his bare buttocks rising and falling rhythmically, causing his firm tube to slide within the confines of the English boy's rectum.
"Oh god... Ohhhhh yeah...." Trevor breathed as the piston slid within him. Ethan's hips began a more spirited tempo, eagerly bunny humping against the other boy. His robust thrusts banged Trevor's rump, causing the older boy's penis to rub tactilely against the soft sheets beneath him. Sticky stimulated leakage wetted those sheets.
"Ohh.... Oh shit that's nice." Trevor grunted, feeling pleasure at both ends now. It continued for several minutes, until Ethan pulled back, and grabbing Trevor by the hips, he pulled him up till he was kneeling on all fours again. With better leverage now, and still holding firmly to the Brit's hips, Ethan began banging his loins more firmly into the older boy's bum.
The younger boy's testicles swayed in time with his thrusts, banging softly now against the older boy's dangling fruit sac. With the angle changed, Ethan's knob prodded against Trevor’s prostate, eliciting a surprising wave of pleasure within him. It was almost as if his orgasm had begun, and Trev reached beneath himself and began to stroke his own eager erection.
The boys jarred with each thumping of hips, and both boys began to coo with expectant pleasure. Ethan's groin began to charge with feeling. The tingles spread through him like liquid fire, and his weighty balls started to draw upward.
Trevor felt it then. The swelling of Ethan's knob deep within him; and he heard the animal-like grunt issue from the younger boy's throat. And just like that he felt the molten flood squirt into him. "Aaaahhhhhhh, ahhh, ahh....." Ethan's boyish grunts filled his ears; just as boyish spunk filled his rectum. Multiple spurts of creamy ejaculate drained into his bowels.
The rush and excitement was too intense, and Trevor's own testicles drew up tightly, and from between flying fingers, Trevor exploded his soupy load of boy sauce. It clung warmly as it splattered and hung from his torso, some of it even spattering the underside of his chin. "Bloody hell...." he grunted as several waves flooded out of him.
Ethan had virtually collapsed against the older boy's back, spent beyond his youthful limits; and with that weight on top of him, Trevor slumped forward again to lay flat on the bed. Both boys searched for breath, and Ethan's firm boyhood continued to deflate, slipping softly out of the other boy's bum, though it remained cradled limply between his rounded cheeks.
They lay quietly for a moment. Ethan slid to one side, and Trevor rolled to face him. They lay six inches apart, gazing softly at one another. Trev reached up and gently stroked Ethan's hair away from his eyes, smiling quietly at the younger boy.
"That was nice." he breathed softly.
"Cush..." Ethan reminded him, returning the boyish smile. "Thanks Trev." he added.
"Yer welcome." Trevor whispered, then stretched to plant a gentle kiss on the other boy's soft lips. "Fancy a quick shower do you?" he asked. Ethan nodded, and the boys rolled off the bed and padded barefoot and naked into the hallway and down to the bath.
Closing the door behind them, they turned on a cooling shower and slipped beneath the cleansing wash, rinsing the sweat and other sticky stains from their bodies. The boys stood face to face, and held each other's nakedness close, softly resting against one another. They stood for several minutes.
"I'll never forget any of this." Ethan offered.
"Not bloody likely." Trevor smiled back. They kissed softly, and finally shut off the water. The boys shared a fluffy cotton towel, and when they dried off sufficiently, they crept naked down the darkened hallway to their rooms. Trevor hesitated at his door.
"Me beds a bit of a sticky mess." he noted softly.
"Mine’s not." Ethan offered with a tender smile. "Come on then." The boys slipped into Ethan's room and crawled under the soft cool bedcovers together. They lay quietly, side by side for a time, and then with unspoken word they rolled onto their sides and spooned lovingly as they drifted off to sleep.
* * * * * *
In the morning, it was Ellis who roused them. He had sauntered into Ethan's room, wearing only his underpants. "Oye..." he announced as he neared the bed. "Again, really?" he chided as the other boys opened their eyes and looked tiredly at him. Ethan smiled, and propped himself up on his elbows.
"Morning Ellis..." he offered.
"Come on then. Time to get up." The younger boy said, pulling the bedcovers off the two boys. His eyes widened as he spotted their nakedness. "Bollocks... I've bloody well missed the fun again haven't I?" The boy chirped. The other boys chuckled and quickly pulled the bedding back to cover themselves.
It was seven a.m., and they'd be leaving for London in an hour and a half, so it was time to get underway. There were showers to be taken, breakfast to be consumed, and Ethan still needed to pack his bag. They would spend the day sightseeing in London, followed by an evening performance of the West End musical, Billy Elliot. Following that, they would all spend the night in the city.
Sunday, they'd all attend the Gentlemen's Tennis Final at Wimbledon, with Trevor doing his final ball boy duties. After that, Ethan and his father would say their goodbyes, spending the night in London, before leaving from Heathrow early Monday morning for the States.
Ethan packed his bag while Trevor slipped in for the first shower; and young Ellis stayed with Ethan, solemnly helping him pack. When he'd finished, Ethan took his turn in the bath, where he was not so surprisingly joined by young Ellis; to save time, according to the younger boy.
The shower was innocent enough, with no time to play. The boys did, never the less help each other bathe, with Ellis suddenly taking special care at scrubbing, or perhaps rubbing, Ethan's boy parts. "Just tryin' to help..." the youngster offered with a boyish grin.
Quickly finished and changed, everyone gathered downstairs for a wonderful full English Breakfast. The mood was light, the food was good, and they all laughed and engaged in conversation, as Ashford hurried everyone along to be sure they finished in time.
By Eight thirty, the Houseman had already pulled around in a large silver Cadillac Escalade, one that Ethan had previously not seen, and he had loaded Ethan and his father's luggage, as well as a few other small bags in the back.
Taking charge, as Housemen oft times do, he made sure everyone was out the door, with everything they needed for the weekend. The boys all filtered into the back row of seats, Ethan's father and Mrs. Hetherington sat in the middle row, and Mr. Hetherington chose to sit up front, with Ashford of course driving.
It was a another nice summer morning, perfect for a leisurely drive into London, and Ashford chose a more scenic back route, rather than deal with commuter traffic; which always seemed heavy around the city. The boys chatted amongst themselves in back, looking forward to the weekend, and trying most certainly to forget about Ethan's going home after.
It didn't take long for the run into the town, and they were soon out and about exploring the sights of one of the world’s most amazing cities. They'd seen New Scotland Yard, Big Ben and now, at quarter past eleven, they stood amongst the crowds as Buckingham Palace for the traditional Changing of the Guard.
"Quite the spectacle." Ethan's father pointed out, his arm around his son's shoulders. Always such pomp and circumstance surrounding this age old ceremony. When it ended, the group wandered across for a tour through Westminster Abby.
"Whoa..." Ethan breathed. Even at twelve, he was taken aback by the centuries old structure. The building was a magnificent piece of ancient architecture, and of course of great interest to the boys were the many Tombs in the various Chapels inside. Of course, as is typical for boys, it wasn't so much about the history and grandeur of knowing Queen Elizabeth the first was entombed here, it was just 'cool' that old bodies were enshrined throughout.
They lunched at Planet Hollywood, at Trevor's insistence, and then continued on their whirlwind tour, managing the Tower Bridge and the Crown Jewels in the Tower of London. By late afternoon, they had hopped a boat on the River Thames and crossed to the London Eye. "Whoa..." Ethan extolled, as the glass enclosed capsules of the giant Ferris Wheel took them to nearly four hundred fifty feet in the air. "This is so cool. Look, there's Big Ben, and the Parliament Building. And I think over there is where the Chelsea Football Club plays."
"That's your favorite football club huh?" Trevor remarked, remembering back to an earlier conversation he'd had with Ethan.
"Yeah, they're wicked good..." Ethan touted.
"I like em' too." Ellis chimed in, clinging boyishly to Ethan's arm. Trevor moved back to stand next to Ashford, and he whispered something into the Houseman's ear; to which Ashford nodded with a slight smile.
Later, they took a brief stroll through Kensington Gardens, eventually coming across the bronze statue of Peter Pan, which was one of Ethan's favorite childhood stories. His father had read it to him back in younger days, before his mother had passed away... A memory that Ethan noted, as he stood quietly and held his father's hand; for the first time in years.
With afternoon having run into early evening, the group took a leisurely dinner at Brown's, a nice eating establishment in Victoria, where Ethan and the other boys ordered up some English style fish and chips, and insisted upon some ginger malt vinegar; the secret he'd learned form Ashford.
The group meandered across the square, stopping to take several pictures. Three of London's infamous red Telephone Boxes stood together in a row, and the boys each stood in, and then in front of them for pictures. Ethan's favorite picture was when they'd coaxed Ashford into one of the Phone Boxes, and the three boys all crowded into the same one, with everyone making faces, including the usually stoic Houseman.
From there they wandered over to the Victoria Palace Theater for the evening performance of Billy Elliot. It was a grand old building, though renovation was going on in the surrounding structures. Inside, the adults headed strait for the bar for a pint or two before the show.
The boys however quickly found their seats. They were rather nice ones in the fourth row of the stalls on the main floor, only a dozen feet from the front of the stage. Before long the auditorium had filled, and at eight the live show began. Ellis was beyond excited of course; this was one of his youthful dreams, to see the acclaimed hit.
Ethan didn't know what to expect. Tenuous at first, he wondered if he would like it; but before long Ethan was mesmerized by the wonderful story, and the amazing talents of the cast, and most certainly the twelve-year-old boy playing Billy.
The story was sad, funny and uplifting all at the same time. Ethan glanced at Ellis, who was on the edge of his seat, watching intently, bright eyed and thoroughly engrossed. There were tears at several sad scenes, and even Ethan had to wipe his eyes more than a few times as the story unfolded.
Intermission came after a rousing dance number called 'Angry Dance', which was powerfully choreographed. "This is incredible." Ethan remarked, as they all chatted for several minutes between acts. Everyone in the audience seemed to be taken by the story, and the youngster who played Billy was unbelievable.
The second half proved to be even better than the first. The scenes were filled with drama, yet speckled with great humor. Two huge dance numbers, 'Dream Ballet', and one called 'Electricity' were almost beyond belief; and the boy playing Billy was simply a marvel to watch; and Ethan felt nothing but respect for him.
He glanced at Ellis again, and he smiled, seeing the younger boy so inspired. He reached out and gave the youngster's hand a gentle squeeze. Ellis glanced at him, and his green eyes sparkled with joyful enthusiasm. The boy was quite simply floating on cloud nine...
It was just after eleven when the show let out, and everyone was abuzz over what they'd just seen. Ellis was talking a mile a minute, "Did you see it when..." and "Wasn't that cool when..." and "I loved the part where..." He was a regular chatterbox for the next hour, talking and dancing about happily.
Ethan and Trevor could only laugh at the youngster’s antics, but inside they had been deeply touched by what they'd seen. Ashford motored them around to their London flat, and everyone went upstairs to the three bedroom apartment.
The boys would share the large room, which had two queen sized beds in it, as well as a private bath; while the adults took the other bedrooms. Trevor and Ethan pretty much stripped off, crawling under the covers in just their underwear.
"Oh no... Not this time." Ellis chirped. "I'm not missin' out on anything more." He stripped off, including his underwear, and crawled into the same bed, settling in between the other two boys. Trevor shook his head, and Ethan laughed.
"Guess we'll be cozy then..." Trevor offered with a smirk. Ellis smiled back slyly.
"Cozy it is." he retorted, and then he quickly talked the other two into stripping off their briefs and sleeping au-naturel... For awhile he kept talking about the show, yawning frequently. "Hey, aren't we gonna wank off?" he wondered tiredly, behind another yawn.
Ethan and Trevor looked at one another, both feeling rather tired as well. "I'm kinda beat." Trev offered honestly.
"Me too." Ethan replied. "Maybe in the morning if we have time." He looked at Ellis, but the question had been rendered moot. Ellis had already drifted off to sleep. He smiled at the younger boy, then leaned over to kiss him on the forehead. He looked across at Trevor. They smiled softly at one another, then leaned together over the sleeping boy, and kissed each other affectionately.
"Night then..." Trevor said.
"G-night." Ethan replied. The boys scooted down under the covers and snuggled up against the younger boy. They looked at each other for several moments, and at some point, sleep took them both.
* * * * * *
At seven a.m., a firm knocking was heard at the bedroom door. "Rise and shine lads, rise and shine." Ashford called in to them. The boys stirred, waking slowly as boys do.
Another harried knock came a few minutes later as a reminder.
"We're up, we're up..." Trevor mumbled, in a none too convincing voice, but he dragged himself out of bed regardless; his tumescent todger pointing stiffly toward the ceiling. He stumbled to the bath for a morning pee and a shower.
Ethan heard the water running, the door to the bath remaining open. He threw off the covers and rolled his legs off the side of the bed. Glancing back, a smile spread his lips as he noticed the stout erection sprouting between young Ellis' legs. With a playful indulgence, he bent back over the bed, and playfully kissed Ellis on his erect knob.
"Mmm..." the younger boy mumbled, opening his weary eyes. "Morning Ethan..." he offered sleepily.
"Hey there Wee Willy Winky..." Ethan teased back. Ellis frowned in confusion, until Ethan indicated the youngsters stiff willy. The boy glanced down at himself, and then smiled at the reference, cupping his stiff boyhood in his fingers.
Ethan turned and strolled into the bath, where he took a needed piss, and then quite naturally stepped into the shower stall with Trevor. The English boy smiled at him and they exchanged a friendly snog and an intimate hug before resuming the morning shower. It became crowded a minute later when Ellis joined them; the youngster was still sporting his morning wood, and seeking mutual relief.
"Come on then, I thought we was gonna toss off one last time this mornin'..." he suggested. Limited by time, they showered playfully yet purposefully. Soaped hands yanked on lathered penises, and it didn't take long for the impromptu circle jerk to yield welcomed results. Trevor spilled first, happy to shoot his warm spunk on Ethan's naked body one last time.
The result was quick to recruit followers, and Ethan grunted out his own ejaculate in several prominent, gooey spurts. It took a few moments for Ellis to join the club, but his youthful face contorted with pleasure, and a noticeable spurt of clearish liquid suddenly caught air. It wasn't a lot necessarily, but certainly his biggest to date. The other boys steadied him, and they finished their showers on weakened knees.
Finished, the boys all dressed; Trevor looking natty in his Polo Ralph Lauren ball boy uniform, fresh and crisp from the dry cleaners. By eight, everyone had rolled out to the Escalade, and Ashford drove the relatively short distance to the All England Lawn Tennis Club, home of the Wimbledon Tournament.
They pulled in at Car Park Three, and with bag in tow, Trevor quickly headed off inside the venue to check in, and receive instructions for his assignment. Ashford wheeled around parking in the members section, and everyone climbed out of the SUV. They each wore lanyards around their necks, containing their Premier Club Pass; including Ashford, who had been invited to join them.
The group filtered inside, with the early buzz of the crowd, and excitement already in the air. The Gentlemen's Finals were always held on Center Court, and though it was indeed the final event of the two week tournament, the place was filled with tennis buffs and celebrities alike.
There was a little time to kill, and Ethan convinced everyone that it wouldn't be Wimbledon without a nice dish of Wimbledon's famous Strawberries and Cream. A tradition, and one which had become another of Ethan's new favorites.
He and his father, with Ellis in tow, purchased and brought back a dish for everyone, and they all sat under one of the colorful summer umbrellas, enjoying their wonderful morning treat, along with some relaxed conversation.
Across the way at center court, some of the pre event formalities were taking place. The officials, the ball boys and girls as well as the two finalists stood for the taking of traditional pictures, commemorating this year's finals. Trevor was all smiles as he knelt in the front row with the other ball boys. Behind them, were several high rankers, the officials and the competitors, all dressed out and ready to go.
The finals this year featured number one seeded Novak Djokovic, and the number two seed Roger Federer. Both had reached the finals with some brilliant play throughout the tournament, and in the semi finals culminating in this, the Gentlemen's Championship.
Both players took a moment to stand with the ball boys, for more personal pictures. This, a rare treat indeed. After the tournament, the ball boys would also get to keep their official uniforms, which consisted of three Ralph Loren logo jerseys, several pairs of shorts, socks, wristbands, even a fitted track suit, and official tennis shoes; all proudly embroidered with the Wimbledon logo.
With these formalities out of the way, they all marched off court to wait for the coming event. Trevor made his way back to the juniors’ locker room with the other boys to relax and get a final briefing before things got underway.
Spectators filed into the stands. The Hetherington's, Ethan and his father, and of course Ashford took their seats as well. There was much buzz in the air, and then the ball boys and competitors filed out onto the courts to respectful applause.
Six of the ball boys took their places, with the others, Trevor included, standing against one wall, hands clasped behind their backs. Djokovic and Federer commenced their ten minute warm up. Eventually the loud speakers buzzed to life, and announcements were made.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the All England Lawn Tennis Club, and this years Wimbledon Gentlemen's finals..." Huge cheers and ovation. Please welcome our competitors to the stadium; Mr. Novak Djokovic, and Mr. Roger Federer..." Another extended round of applause. Other announcements were made, amidst all the pomp and circumstance of this, one of the world’s premier tennis events.
Trevor and the other ball boys and girls filed off the court; where they could watch from the junket and press boxes behind the end lines; while the first group took their positions at net, and around the court. And just like that, the match was underway. Sterling tennis, as one might expect at Wimbledon. Djokovic took the first set and tie break, which ran nearly an hour. The ball boys rotated teams on court as is custom, and the second set commenced.
The crowd was clearly behind Federer at this point, as he turned it up for the second set, and a gruelingly long tie break which he eventually won, to the crowd’s approval. Into the third hour now, and the third set as a new team of ball boys rotated onto the court again; and this time Trevor was among them.
"There's Trev..." Ethan pointed out. "Whoooo...."
"He looks so handsome." Trevor's mother boasted, in a more than motherly fashion; which caused Ethan and Ellis to exchange looks, and roll their eyes in mock exasperation.
They laughed boyishly, as did Ashford who had witnessed the exchange.
The match dueled on in tremendous fashion. Ethan probably watched his friend Trevor as much as he did the play. And Trevor did himself proud as he rotated through his position with great efficiency, doing a top notch job. At the changeover between games, Trevor stood facing the players as they sat toweling off. His hands clasped behind his back, standing at attention in perfect form.
His eyes wandered into the stands for a moment, catching sight of his family and friends sitting in a group. He could see that his parents were quite proud of him, which caused a slight catch in his throat. And then, he gazed at Ethan, who was looking right back at him, eye to eye.
"Whoooo....." Ethan hollered, pumping his fist encouragingly. For the briefest of moments Trevor showed a small smile, before regaining his stoic composure. That momentary look on his face was one that Ethan would remember, always...
The match resumed, with Djokovic eventually taking the third set. The ball boys rotated off court again, and the decisive fourth set was won a little more easily, 6-3 by the returning Champion, Novac Djokovic. It was a thrilling Championship, and not lost on Ethan that he had witnessed one of the world’s premier sporting events.
Forty five minutes later, after another round of official pictures and interviews, the ball boys and girls were dismissed from their duties for this year’s tournament. As they had previously arranged, Trevor met his friends and family in the Terrace Club, where they had decided to meet and have a late lunch. He was still proudly wearing his ball boy uniform.
Trevor was excitedly talking about the event, and all the wonderful things that had gone on with his participation. Ethan listened intently, happily clapping his friend on the shoulder, and showing equal amounts of enthusiasm for him. The lunch was good, the conversation was better, as the adults chatted amongst themselves, and the three boys chirped happily at one another...
At one point, Ashford handed something to Trevor, who in turn looked at his friend Ethan. "I uh, Ellis and me kinda got you this..." Trevor offered, handing the small box to the American boy.
"What's this?" Ethan questioned.
"Just a lit'l goin' away present." Trevor responded. Ethan opened the small package to find an authentic Chelsea Football Club jersey, with the name and favorite number screened on the back of it. It's what Trevor had whispered to Ashford in the London Eye. Ethan nearly teared up at the wonderful gift, but more so at the realization that his time was winding down.
Ethan looked at his father, and motioned for something. His father handed him a bag which he placed on the table. Reaching in, he pulled out two small boxes, which he handed to both Trevor and Ellis. "It's not much, but..." Ethan trailed off.
The boys quickly opened the boxes, smiles spreading their faces. They were each given a handsomely framed picture. The picture was of the three boys, and Ashford, crammed tightly into one of the red English Phone Boxes, each of them, including Ashford, making a rather comical face. The picture, and gift were an instant classic, and the boys exchanged more than friendly hugs.
Ethan reached into the bag, and pulled out another box as well. He took several steps, and quite surprising the old Houseman, he handed the third box to Ashford. It was an identical frame and picture, just for him. Ethan surprised him further, when he wrapped his arms around the Houseman's waist, hugging him. "Thanks Ash... For everything."
Ashford stood rigidly for a moment, and then put his arms around the American boy.
"Thanks lad, means a lot ta me, it does..." The Houseman sniffled slightly, touching a finger below his nose as he turned away...
Ethan's father then spoke a few words of appreciation for the Hetherington's kindness, to which they all raised their water glasses in a toast. Then he looked at his son, and the two English boys. "By the way..." he began. " I should tell the boys. With this wonderful business partnership, that we've formed, and..." he looked at his son, "With this close knit friendship you boys have formed... I've invited the Hetherington's, and the boys to come and stay with us in Connecticut over the winter break..."
The three boys were silent a moment, as it settled in, and then the three boys whooped out excitedly, causing heads to turn. Ethan threw his arms around his father in a warm hug, and the boys celebrated the exciting news...
It was nearly three in the afternoon when they left the Car Park, and drove through the city toward Hyde Park, and the adjoining Kensington Gardens. Stopping there for a time, they strolled the grounds, casually enjoying the pleasant afternoon, and the beautiful English gardens.
The boys set off on their own ahead of the others, of course, wandering the paths, and chatting boyishly. The mood most certainly lighthearted, knowing that they'd all be together again in a few months. They returned to the bronze statue of Peter Pan, there in the gardens, and with Ethan's cell phone, they decided to stop and take some more pictures. Snapping off several, as the adults finally caught up with them.
Ashford took the phone, and snapped a few pics of the three boys, standing happily together; and of course Ethan wanted one of himself with Ashford. The Houseman obliged grudgingly, embarrassed that Ethan wanted such a picture. Ellis took the cell phone to take that shot.
"Oye..." the youngster directed then, pointing to the two lads. "Let's get one of just Ethan and the Ball Boy. Come on then..." He stepped back and lined up as Ethan and Trevor stood together below the statue. They put their arms around each others shoulders, and smiled the most natural of smiles; two friends, standing below the statue of eternal youth and boyish spirit.
~ Finish ~
*Authors note; Billy Elliot the Musical is currently in its tenth year in London. The show also enjoyed a run on Broadway in the U.S., as well as a National Tour. This production is one of the finest live shows you will ever see, and I highly recommend that you do see it, given the opportunity. Currently in the United States, and in some other countries, the show pops up in various Regional Presentations only. Though I still encourage you to see one of those, please note that it will be highly toned down from the original productions. A regional production lasting only a few weeks, cannot pretend to spend many months in training and development. Nor are they likely to find many boys available, as highly trained in dance, acting and singing, as were brought up in the official productions. Regardless, you will not regret the decision to see it. And hey, there's always London, home of the original...
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