Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2002 10:32:12 -0600 From: Gary Subject: England Swings Ch 2 England Swings By Gary_Q Gary_Q@hotmail.com The below story is a work of fiction, none of the events described happened, nor do any of the characters exist. This story contains erotic and/or sexually explicit behavior between consenting males, both adult and underage minors. If it is illegal for you to, or you find this sort of work offensive, don't download or read it! The author reserves all copyrights to this story, it my be printed, electronically recorded or reproduced ONLY for personal use. The reproduction or linking to this story by pay web sites is expressly forbidden. Chapter Two Somehow I wasn't surprised when Elaine greeted me almost immediately after I entered the house, presenting my headgear to me on its tray. Dad and Smyth were waiting for me in the den, sitting on the sofa and drinking coffee as they talked. I had just sat down in an overstuffed chair opposite them when Elaine reappeared, serving me a glass of coke on ice, even complete with a straw so I could drink it while I was wearing my car bumper in my mouth. Most of the meeting with Smyth was routine information about living on an embassy compound, where I had to catch the van that took us to school and back, what time it left and returned, and other exciting things. She gave me a student manual for Westshire and a pamphlet on British cultures, suggesting I read them carefully, and her and dad spent 10 minutes or so lecturing me about how I was a representative of the US and stuff (in other words behave or your dead meat). They went on to remind me of what Smyth and Kevin had said this morning, about having an escort when I left the compound, and how important security was, and that I was told I always had to carry my passport when I left the compound. I got a surprise when they made me walk around the house with them as they showed me a series of buttons hidden in each room, explaining they were part of an alarm system if any of them are pushed guards would respond like they did earlier. When we got to my room I was also surprised that not only had all the broken glass been cleaned up, but the clothes I had left on the floor were also gone. I found out the Jaguar and its driver were indeed for my exclusive use. Normally it was for the Charge-d'Affairs' wife and family, but since Dad was single I could use it whenever I wanted, except going to and from school. It took them a couple of tries before I really believed that a 13-year-old was getting his own car and chauffeur, until Smyth brought up a couple of phrases that got my attention, 'Getting taken hostage' and 'Being kidnaped'. I found myself wondering just what my dad's new job was. "I'm going to be in London all day tomorrow for meetings," Dad said, changing subjects. "I was hoping you would go with my family to church," Smyth added. "It would be nice if you'd come over for lunch afterward, maybe spend the afternoon with us." I started to say no immediately, Dad and I usually went to church once a month or so. I evaluating my dad's face, trying to decide if she was making me an offer or I was being told to go, when the second part of her offer sunk in. Oh, fucking great, now I gotta have a babysitter when Dad's gone? I bit my lip, trying to stay chilled. "Well, Elaine is still here to cook, and I can stay by myself," I tried, complementing myself on being a diplomat like Dad. "Of course you can, and if you go with us, after church you don't have to stay any longer than you wish," Smyth replied. "You're too old to need a sitter, but I didn't think you'd enjoy being alone all day right after you've moved here!" Ouch, so my for my diplomatic skills. "Oh, you met Eric and my son Stanley a few minutes ago, I saw you talking to them." I blushed bright red thinking of what I had said to Stan. "Both of Eric's parents are going with your dad, and he's going to join us. You and Stan and him can get to know each other better!" That settled that. "Yeah, I'd like. . . I mean yes ma'am, that sounds great." "Great, come to our house a little before 10 o'clock!" she bubbled as she stood up. She told me which duplex was her's and started turned toward the door. "Oh, it's Education Week here in the U.K., and the church asked that all the kids wear their school uniforms." I could feel my body go numb as my jaw dropped open. I stared off into space for I don't know how long, not even knowing she had left, when I felt Dad tousling my hair. "Get in the habit of standing up when a lady leaves the room, I thought I taught you that," he said. "Dad, I cant wear that crap in public, I'll look like a bruised geek! And now, it's Purple Boy, the greatest dork in the world!!!" I shouted. "I'm gonna tell her I'm not going." The doorbell interrupted us, from the look on Dad's face probably saving my life. Automatically I stood up and started out of the den to answer it, when Elaine rushed out of the kitchen to the front door. Dad had just turned back toward me when she stepped into the room. "Dr. Richardson, the workers are here to repair Master Brian's window, but a Marine Security Guard has to be in his bedroom while they do so. May I let him in, sir?" As soon as Dad nodded his head she turned to me. "Master Brian, Master Eric is calling, may I show him in?" I was still trying to figure out what on earth she was saying when Dad agreed for me. Dad disappeared down the hall with a uniformed soldier, a pistol on his hip, following him. Eric came into the den, to my surprise wearing a headgear almost exactly like mine. "I saw Mrs. Smyth leave and decided to come over," he said. "I figured you might be strapped in, misery loves company," he added pointing at his facebow. "Master Brian, may I bring your guest some refreshment?" Elaine interrupted. I stared at her for a second before realizing what she said, and asked Eric if he wanted something. He asked for a coke, and she disappeared. "This whole place is totally weird!" I whined. "Hey, it's cool you got a maid! Only you and the Ambassador get one full time," Eric replied. "Yeah, but. . ." the doorbell rang before I could finish. I started to go answer it but Elaine beat me to it. A couple of seconds later she was in the den, informing me Master Stanley is 'calling for me'. Trying to keep my brain out of overload I said okay. We went through the same routine regarding if I wanted her to bring him some refreshments. "And may I refresh your's, sir, I mean Brian?" she asked. "Yes ma'am, please," I answered. "Oh and can I just have a can this time?" Elaine looked so shocked you would have thought I had asked her to shoot the Queen or something. "Well, it's not proper to drink from a can in the sitting room, sir!" she indignantly replied. She didn't wait for my answer and left. We found my Playstation in one of the boxes Dad and I had shipped, and headed to my room to hooked it up. I got about a foot inside the door when I saw the Marine I had forgotten was in there, and we beat a hasty retreat. About 10 minutes later he left and we started connecting it. I was behind the TV, hooking the cable up when Stan asked, "You guys aren't going to play any games together, are you?" I wondered what he meant, and look over the TV at him to ask when he continued, "Hey, with all that metal you two could start an electrical fire!" Eric grabbed Stan around the waist and threw him on my bed, pouncing on top of him and tickling him. I watched them for a minute before I hooked up the rest of the wires to the TV. I was debating if I should jump in the fun, along with enjoying watching Eric's wonderfully melon shaped buns appear under the leg openings of his shorts as they rolled over and over wrestling each other, as I walked by my bed. I decided to chill and not screw things up, and had turned away, when a pair of long legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me onto the bed. Almost immediately we got into a three way wrestling match, everyone tickling and poking the other as we giggled uncontrollable. My eyes bugged slightly when felt a hand grab my bum. It squeezed me for an instant like it was exploring before rolling me onto my stomach. Stan jumped on my back pinning me down, while what I was sure was Eric's long thin fingers began tickling my ribs. After a couple of minutes squirming around trying to get free I yelled, "I give," a couple of times and the tickling stopped, but his hands continued to loosely hold me. I waited until Stan relaxed his grip before pushing him away, trying to roll over and pin either one of them. That didn't work at all, as they immediately pushed me down, I was only able to roll onto my side. After another minute or so we all ran out of breath and relaxed, pretty well motionless. It took me a second to realize my hand had ended up between Eric's upper thighs, and that there was a hand again cupping my bum. I was trying to decide if I should remove my hand when I felt his legs squeezing together, pushing my hand into one of his thighs, as the hand laying on my bum gave it a gentle squeeze. I cupped his thin, firm leg in return, and we lay there for probably a minute. "My, aren't we full of energy!" Elaine's thick accent distracted us. "Well here, you lads better refuel." I pulled my hand out from between Eric's thighs as his hand disappeared from my butt cheek. When I rolled over I saw Elaine sitting a large tray full of cookies and milk glasses on my study desk. We all rushed over and grabbed a glass. She again remembered straws, and I downed about half of mine all at once before grabbing a still warm cookie, slipping it under my headgear. When I looked up she was beaming with a wide smile, clearly enjoying watching us eat. After a minute she turned, straightened the bed and left. "Wow, and I thought we were gonna get fucked over and nailed to the cross meat!" Stan exclaimed. Eric and I looked at each other before we both burst out laughing, both of us spitting milk out of our mouths. After we calmed down he leaned over me reaching for another cookie, pressing his thigh against my forearm and giving me a wide, silver smile. We played several different games I had for the next hour or so, Eric making body contact with me whenever he could, sitting closer and closer to me on the floor each time we traded players, and we found ourselves giving each other little grins when Stan was occupied. "Hi, boys," my dad said as he came into my bedroom. Eric and Stan both jumped and were almost into a standing position when Dad said, "No, no, sit down, I am sorry I interrupted you!" As they nervously settled back onto the carpet he ran his finger around the cookie dish, licking the last of the crumbs off the plate before continuing. "I know you guys are having fun, but Brian, you have to have a watch for your new school. I'm done for the day, why don't we run into town and find one." Shit, I don't need no God Damn watch, I'm not gonna wear one! And this dude is too hot to let go! Go fuck off and die old man! I thought. "Yes sir," I replied. Dad looked at my face for a second, making me pray he didn't know what my real thoughts were before saying, "Would you guys like to ride with us?" My heart leapt into my throat as I turned to Eric. "Well, thank you sir, but I better get home," Stan replied. Eric looked up at my dad then back at me before saying, "Ah, well, I have to ask my parents sir. Oh thank you for asking me sir," "You guys go ask, I'll have my car brought around," Dad replied, smiling at us. We were out the door in a flash, both of us sprinting to Eric's duplex. His parents said he could go, after reminding him who my dad was and he BETTER be on perfect behavior, adding that he should change his shorts. He bound up stairs like a long legged colt, climbing two or three stairs with each step, and was back in their entryway within seconds, now wearing cargo shorts and a full length tee-shirt. We darted out the door back toward my house. I almost stumbled when I saw what was sitting in front of it, a white, stretched Mercedes limo. Dad was standing next to it talking to a fairly big black man. As we ran up to it the man opened the rear door. "Do you boys have your passports?" Dad asked. Eric quickly pulled his out of his back pocket as I blushed, and turned toward the house. When I opened the front door Elaine was waiting for me in the entryway, holding the little black and gold book out to me. "Ah, thank you ma'am," I said. This lady's weird, I bet I cant get away with shit around her! I thought as I rushed back to the limo. Dad and Eric were already in the car, and the man closed the door behind me before climbing into the front seat next to the driver, still on the wrong side of the car. I was looking at the TV, and three phones in the huge passenger area when Dad asked, "Would you mind making me a Martini, son?" Seeing my puzzled face he pointed at a small cabinet mounted below the glass divider between us and the front seat. As I opened some of its several doors I discovered it was a bar, complete with a small refrigerator and ice maker. "Wow, this is totally neat!" Eric said. "I mean your car is very nice sir," he bushed. "I've seen it but I have never been inside it before. But I got to ride in the Ambassador's car once! . . .Sir." "Wow, pretty neat works fine with me, son," Dad answered. "Don't be afraid of me, okay? If you and Brian become friends, and I hope you do, relax around me like you do around your parents. I think you guys say Chill, or something like that," he said, tousling Eric's hair before accepting his drink from me. Eric turned red faced and giggled. "This is your car Dad?" I asked. I sat down next to Eric and looked around again. "Well, it's used, but it will have to do," Dad snickered. The limo stopped in front of a store, another one that couldn't spell 'shop' correctly. The man in the passenger seat got out, and just like Kevin had done, walked across the sidewalk and looked around through the windows into the store while the driver got out and moved to the rear door. "You may leave those in the car if you prefer," Dad said, putting his finger to his lips. I had forgotten I was wearing my headgear, but Eric and I both stripped our's off in what might have been record setting speed. After a second the black man nodded, and the driver opened our door. As we climbed out of the car the first man opened the shop's door and stepped inside, holding it open for us. As we walked toward the counter he moved next to the door, glancing outside and back at us repeatedly. What we had entered was clearly a upper class jewelry store, and I quickly learned Dad's idea of a watch and mine were totally different. When Dad asked to see their selection of 'Youth Watches', another wax figure looking clerk showed us a bunch of dressy looking watches, that I knew were very expensive. I asked if he had one with numbers on it instead of a clock face, maybe one with some games on it, earning a harshly insulted look from the old buzzard. Eric, unfortunately, drove the final nail in my coffin when he informed us that Westshire did not allow digital watches, and I ended up with a white gold Bolivia, by Eric and Dad's choice not mine. We had walked about halfway across the sidewalk back toward the car when Dad said, "Hey, that looks good!" I followed his gaze down the block and noticed a lady standing next to a wheeled cart. The sign mounted on the top of the cart read 'Frozen Confectionary'. "I think you guys will like this," Dad said as he started toward the cart. "Yeah!" Eric proclaimed. "I meant yes, sir." Dad pulled both of under his arms and started down the street. "Doctor Richardson, perhaps we should get back into the limo," the big black man said. "No, we will be back shortly," Dad answered, ushering Eric and I down the street. "But, Doctor, well. . ." I looked back at Dad's guard, who was so pale he almost looked white. He followed behind us, his eyes darting around the street and the buildings above it. Dad bought each of us a triple dip of 'confectionary', which turned out to be very rich ice cream, and we stood on the sidewalk for several minutes as we munched on it. As I finished mine I noticed Dad's limo was parked almost next to us in the street. After we climbed in the driver closed our door and he and Dad's guard climbed into the front seat I could see the big man's shoulders slump as he leaned back against the glass. When we got back to the compound I was very disappointed when Eric announced he had to go home. I watched as he trotted across the street toward his house, his long legs bouncing his wonderful bum, visible even through his baggy cargo shorts. "You two are getting pretty close already, aren't you?" Dad asked as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and guided me into the house. Shit if you only knew! I thought, but just leaned against him. Elaine had supper waiting for us, and we ate almost immediately. I guess from being full, or maybe from jet lag, I excused myself as soon as we finished and crawled into bed. As I closed my eyes Eric's fantastic body, along with his wonderful hands touching me filled my brain. I rolled over and rubbed my rock hard boyhood against the sheets before falling asleep. The aroma of Elaine's cooking woke me up the next morning, and I wasted no time in getting into the kitchen. A glass of orange juice, along with a large one of milk, several freshly baked biscuits and a huge omelet later I was stuffed, not at all missing the cold cereal I was used to eating when I woke up after dad had left. "Master Brian, perhaps you should begin dressing, you have to be at the Smyth's soon," Elaine suggested, as she picked up my plate. I nodded and went back to my bedroom, giving my school uniforms a dirty look as I grabbed some clean underwear out of my closet. I went into my bathroom, turning on the shower. I had lathered my body and was washing my upper legs when I thought back to Eric rubbing his thighs against mine yesterday, how tight and firm his he felt when I got to touch him, and his hand brushing my butt. I felt my boyhood getting hard as I remembered how wonderful he smelled, and how tight his stomach was when I was tickling him. I soaped up my now rock hard shaft and started stroking it when I remembered how little time I had to get dressed. Looking down at my stiff tool I thought Sorry little buddy, but we get to be with him all day! Hey, I wont forget you, I added as I began shampooing my hair. When I stepped out of the bathroom I was surprised to find a uniform neatly laid out on my bed. Fuck, I don't believe I'm going to do this, I don't believe this is happening! I thought as I looked over the sea of purple and red before me. What the fuck, maybe Eric's shorts are as tight as mine. . . I hesitated before pulling them up my legs and squirming my butt into them. After thinking a minute I went to my closet and exchanged the long sleeve shirt Elaine had set out for a short sleeve one, slipping it on as I walked back to my bed. As I buttoned it I noticed how tightly if fit over my chest and stomach, somewhat showing off my thin body. After I tucked it in I sat down and put the socks on which, as I feared, went up to just below my knees. Fuck, if I had a little beanie cap with a propeller on it, I could be a TV star! I told myself. In the fucking cartoons! Loonie Tunes!!!. After I put the dress shoes the old fossil was kind enough to get me, I stood up and turned around, staring down at the bright red belt and necktie waiting for me. As I put the belt on I tried to think of what to do, I had no idea how to knot a tie! Yeah well, maybe I wont have to wear it! I picked up my jacket and had one arm in the sleeves when I noticed what was laying under it on the bed, a red and purple cap. I stared at it for several seconds before I got up the nerve to pick it up it was the ugliest thing I had ever seen. Shaped sort of like a baseball cap but with a shorter bill, it sort of reminded me of a sliced cloth pie, each triangular slice alternating in color between bright red and purple. "No fucking way!" I said out loud, tossed the cap onto my closet floor. I finished putting my coat on and turned toward the door. As I turned I noticed my reflection in my dresser mirror. "God, is this for real?" I muttered. The shorts were even tighter and shorter than I remembered, conforming to my butt and crotch almost like they were a second skin. The blazer didn't hide anything, it was cut so it sat about halfway up my round globes, sort of accenting my butt. Only about a half inch of my thighs were covered with cloth, revealing another problem. From all the time is had spent on the beach and skateboarding back in California I had a great tan, but I always wore boardie or cargo shorts that went almost down to my knees, and my legs from the knees up were white as sheets. The only part of my tan showed was right at my kneecaps, the rest covered by the bright purple knee socks. Fuck, the whole world is going to get a good laugh out of this! I stuffed my tie in my pocket and stomped down the hall. Elaine was waiting for me near the door. "My, you look stunning!" she bubbled. That's God Damn sure not how I'd put it! I thought. "Thank you ma'am," I replied. "But where is your cap and tie?" she asked. When I explained that my tie was in my pocket, I didn't know how to knot it, she thought for a second or so. "Well, I'm sure Colonel Smyth can help you, or perhaps Master Eric or Master Stanley. And your cap?" I thought for a few seconds, trying to think of a way to tell her I'd die before I'd wear it, in a way that wouldn't make my dad mad enough to kill me when he got home. Finally I blurted out, "I cant wear that thing! It looks TOTALLY DUMB!" I realized I had raised my voice much too loudly, and too high pitched as soon as it came out. "It is not dumb sir, it is one of the most prestigious school caps in the United Kingdom," she answered in a surprisingly calm tone. " I'm afraid you haven't a choice either, the security guards wont let you out of the compound unless you are wearing it." "Well, I guess they're gonna have to bust me! I'm NOT wearing that thing!" I shouted as I started toward the front door. She stepped in front of me, blocking the door so fast she scared me. "Please return to your room and get your school cap, sir," she asked. After I didn't move for a second or so she added, "Immediately if you will sir!" in a voice that sent shivers down my back. You're not my fucking mom, you cant tell me to do shit! What, they got Beanie Cops here? I thought as I tried to stare her down. A second look at her face I mumbled, "Yes ma'am," and shuffled back to my room. She was still standing in front of the door when I came back, beanie cap in hand. "Do you have your passport, sir. . . I mean Brian?" Without bothering to answer I turned around returning to my room again. When I returned and held it up she opened the door, and put put her arm around my shoulder as I started out, then gently tapped on the top of my head. I stared at the floor for a second, and begrudgingly put the cap on. "Enjoy yourself at the Smyth's, and you look positively smashing!" she said, kissing the top of my head. "Please return by noon and put on your brace," she added as I started down the sidewalk. I jerked my cap off and stuffed it inside my coat as soon as I heard the door close. I was nearing the front of Eric's house, staring at the sidewalk and feeling sorry for myself, when I heard his voice yell, "Hey dude!" I turned just as he came out of his house and jogged toward me. Wow! I thought as I looked him over. Despite the ugly colors of his uniform, it showed his cute body off perfectly. His shorts covered slightly less of his long, golden thighs than mine did, and clearly defined his package and the wide crack between his long legs. His blazer fit perfectly, showing off his thin, flat waist. I wonder what that cute butt looks like now! I thought. "Where's your cap and tie?" he asked, pointing toward his silly looking cap. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder giving me a brief hug before we started walking. "I'm not wearing that fucking thing, no way!" I answered. "Fuck! Do we really gotta wear this shit?" I almost sobbed, trying to keep from crying. "It's chilled, you'll get used to it. Besides, you look really hot!" I jumped a little as I felt his hand squeeze my butt cheek. "Where's your cap, you can get busted if you don't wear it." he asked as he moved his hand to my hip, pulling me against his side. Reluctantly I opened my blazer enough to show the cap trapped under my arm. He grabbed it before I could react, and turned me toward him, gently placing it on my head. He adjusted it a couple of times before putting his arm back around me and we started walking again. "Where's your tie?" he asked. "I got it, but I don't know how to do it!" I whimpered. "Fuck, I cant wear this stuff! It looks totally dumb, and look at my legs, I look like a white and purple stripped Zebra or shit!" "It's cool, whatever about your legs, just get a little tan! Chill about your tie, I'll show you. Wait till we get to Stan's house, I got you covered!" He ran his finger under my tearing eyes, licking my tears off his finger as we walked and he held me against his side. "It's chilled," he whispered. Eric stayed very close to me as we said our hellos to the Snyder's. I hadn't snapped to what Elaine had said about Colonel Smyth until I saw him, he was wearing a Marine Uniform with what looked like about a hundred metals on it, along with a stern face and an almost leather-like complection. Stan was busy helping his little brother, probably about five or six-years-old, tuck his shirt in and such, and didn't pay much attention to us. You're the lucky one little guy, I thought; he was wearing short pants and a white shirt, but his shorts were fairly loose and went almost to his knees. I almost wish I was you. When Mrs Smyth asked me were my tie was Eric intervened, excusing us to Stan's bedroom. "Take off your coat," Eric told me as we walked into the room. He wrapped my tie around my neck, and tucked it under my collar before he guided me in front of a mirror and stood behind me, pushing his body against my back as he reached around me. He grabbed the bottom of the tie and pulled it down the front of my shirt, then over my shorts until his hand was resting on my groin, laying lightly over my quickly stiffening boyhood. "That's how you measure where to put the knot," he said, one of his fingers rubbing my crotch. He skillfully knotted the tie, then slid his hands down my chest, to my stomach. "Button your shirt and adjust your tie," he said softly as he pulled me against him. My eyes bugged as I felt his warm, stiff boyhood push into the small of my back. My hands were trembling slightly as I did as he asked. He held me tightly against him with his right hand, and he ran his left hand over my groin, stroking my inner thighs at the hem of my shorts. "Still feel so dumb now?" he whispered, his lips rubbing against my ear, as he moved his hand and scratched my crotch between my legs. Not realizing what I was doing I grabbed his hand with both of mine and pulled it even more tightly into me. "Come on guys, we're going to be late!" Mrs. Smyth's voice rang from the stairwell. Eric squeezed my package for an instant as he stuck his tongue in my ear and whispered, "Come on babe." I almost came, but not the way he meant, before he turned around and handed me my school blazer. When we got downstairs everyone was waiting by the front door. My eyes bugged a little when Mrs. Smyth took a leather strap from a hook behind the door and wrapped one end of it tightly around her youngest son's wrist, slipping the other end onto her wrist. The little guy seemed used to it and, leashed to him mom, led everyone outside. This place is TOTALLY weird! I thought. We walked to the church, only about two blocks away, falling into a loose procession of other families. As we left the compound the Marine guards all snapped to attention and saluted Colonel Smyth, who I later found out was their boss. I started to get nervous once we left the compound, almost feeling everyone's eyes in London staring at me in my stupid costume, but Eric and Stan sandwiched me between them, Eric's hand rubbing mine hand every couple of steps. Every time I looked around he gave me a warm, silver toothed smile. I relaxed a little too as I saw more and more boys in school uniforms, most of them Westshire's stupid purple clown suits, but some other uniforms too. The girls were a lot luckier than we were, most of them were wearing gray pleated uniform skits, white shirts with blue jumpers over them and, of course, knee socks. "Where's your sister?" I asked Eric as we walked. "She spent the night in Kiwi Land," he replied, making Stan giggle. "ERIC!" Mrs. Smyth snapped, turning around to give us a death glare. "I mean she is at the New Zealand Embassy, she spent the night with one of her girl friends," Eric said, turning ashen as he looked at Smyth. "You know better than that young man," the Coronel snarled. "All three of you, get up here where I can keep an eye on you, now!" he ordered, pointing in front of his wife and himself. Shit, I wonder what happens if you do something wrong around here? I thought. I echoed Eric and Stan's Yes Sir and followed them around the adults. It wasn't until we stopped in front of the church, so the Smyth's could say hi to some stiff looking man and his wife, that I noticed Kevin trailing a few yards behind us. He winked at me, but turned away, looking up and down the street. Eric touching my arm informed me we were going inside. I was a couple of steps inside the church when he grabbed the cap off of my head, snickering as he handed it to me. Just before we sat down in the pews Stan's mom slipped the leash off her wrist and onto Stan's, tightening it snugly. As if an everyday occurrence Stan guided his little brother to sit next to him. I wonder if he's taking care of his little brother, or if she's chaining them together? I asked myself. Thankfully the church service was pretty simple, even shorter than the ones I was used to attending. I almost died when the preacher introduced me as a new guest and made me stand up, but soon we were walking out of the church, at least that was over. As soon as we got outside I reached up to my neck to loosen my breath robbing tie. Eric grabbed my hand before I could and whispered, "No, not EVEN! Button your coat, and remember your cap too." We stopped when we got to the sidewalk, and Stan stuck his wrist out toward his mother, calmly waiting for her to remove the leash from it. After I watched her slip it back onto her own wrist I looked around and saw Kevin was standing off to the side as we walked out of building, but he looked too busy looking around to notice me. We were waiting behind another group of people to get past the compound guards when I saw him again, this time about 20 yards behind us. This time he waved and flashed a wide smile at me before mouthing something I couldn't understand. He winked at me again and was gone. "You know Kevin?" Eric whispered as we followed the Smyth's toward their duplex. "He's totally cool," he added. Still trying to digest everything I just nodded, and kept walking. "Dad, can we go change?" Stan asked as soon as we got back to the their duplex. "No, I want to take some pictures first, I want some of you guys and Brian," Mrs. Smyth replied. "NO WAY!" I shouted. "I'm not EVEN gonna get my picture took in this stupid Sh. . " Realizing what I had said I tried, "Ah, please ma'am, Please!" "Get over there so your mother can get her pictures, boys," Stan's dad commanded. The tone of his voice and his leathery face told me not to even consider crossing him. Begrudgingly I stood next to everyone while Smyth, then her husband the Colonel snapped pictures of our group. "Now please?" Stan asked. Stan's dad nodded and Stan was gone, darting toward his room as he stripped out of his school blazer. "Come on, dude," Eric said as he headed to the door. "Come right back, boys, we're going to eat soon," Mrs. Smyth called after us. As soon as we were outside I started to loosen my tie, stuffing my cap in my coat instead of putting it on. "No, dude, sorry," Eric said, stopping me. "If some Brit was somewhere and saw you you'd get nailed BAD!" I looked at him trying to figure out what he was saying, but allowed him to put my beanie cap on and walked next to him. "What's with the leash thing, is there something wrong with Stan's little brother or something?" I asked as we walked. "The Brits use them a lot," he replied. "What, your dad hasn't gotten you one yet?" I froze dead in my tracks as my chin bounced off my chest. "Got'ya!" he hooted, poking me in the stomach. "They use them on little kids a lot, when you go into London you'll see a bunch of them." "Come on, I got an idea!" he announced as we neared his duplex. Before I could respond he was running toward his house, his wonderfully round globes swinging like a pair of pendulums in their tight purple covers. I ran behind him, my shorts pushing against my hardening boyhood. He darted up the stairs again climbing taking three of them with each step, and ran into his bedroom. "Here, get out of your uniform and put these on," he told me after he dug through one of his dresser drawers for a second. "I'll be right back," he added before dashing out of the room. I looked at the flimsy, ivory colored garment he had tossed to me. They looked somewhere between the casual trousers Dad wore on weekends a lot and coaching shorts, with a zipper fly and a no belt loops, a band across the top of the fly instead. They seemed to be made of stretch fabric like baseball pants back in California, but pretty well didn't have any legs, they ended with just a thin hem at the crotch. I started to toss them away, having enough of walking around with everyone getting a look at my legs and butt, but decided they cant be any worse than what is was wearing, so I striped out of my school uniform and put them on. I only had the shorts and my knee socks on when Eric came back into the room. "Fuck, I'm not wearing this shit, it's just as stupid as those barfy uniforms!" I declared. "Chill little buddy, and get those socks off!" Eric answered. Before I had a chance to respond he knelt in front of me and pulled my hated knee socks down to my ankles, and slipped them off my feet as I lifted my legs. "They're just football pants. I'll wear some too, if it will make you feel any better." "These ain't football pants, where do you put the pads?" "Brit football, they also call it rugby, now stand still," he pretty well commanded. "This is some shit my sister uses to make her tan real fast," he said as he began smearing some cream on my thighs. "I don't know if it will work completely, but chill and let's try!" he suggested as he ran his fingers under the bottom of my shorts, bumping against my balls and groin as he applied more of the cream. I leaned my head back, partly trying to believe this was really happening also trying to keep from cuming as he stroked and coated my inner thighs then my legs. "Oh, God, Dude are you really for real?" I groaned as he ran his fingers under the tight shorts he had dressed me in. "God, I love you Eric," I said, leaning over and kissing the top of his head. I almost fainted when he responded by kissing my boyhood through my shorts. He stared at my groin for several seconds before slowly climbing to his feet, taking of his blazer as he did. "Dude, I wish we didn't have to get back to Stan's house," he grumbled as he stripped out of his shirt and shorts. I studied his wonderfully tight, brief clad butt as he pulled a pair of identical shorts out of his drawer and climbed into them. He was putting on a pair of sandals when I realized I didn't have any shoes or shirt. "What am I gonna wear?" I asked. " I don't wanta go to my house because Elaine will make my put my headgear on, I'll be stuck in it all day." "Its chilled," he answered, opening his closet. He threw me a shirt before getting another one out. "Here, these should work," he said, handing me a pair of sandals. I slipped the shirt on and discovered it was a sleeveless half shirt almost like he was wearing yesterday. When I looked up from putting the sandals on he was wearing an almost identical shirt. "Yeah," he said I a low voice. "God you got a hot body." "You're the hot one," I answered. He pulled me into a hug, running his hands up under my shirt and rubbing my back before he kissed me on the lips. Almost instinctively I put my hand around his neck and pulled him back into a longer, really passionate kiss. We kissed for over a minute, open mouthed before releasing our lips. "Fuck the Smyth's, let's stay here," I whispered. "I wish we could, Dude," he answered into my ear. "My parents would kill me." I raised up onto my toes as he pushed his tongue into my ear, cupping my butt cheeks with his hand. He put his hand around my bare waist and started down the stairs. "Maybe we can go somewhere when our parents get back," he said. To my disappointment he released my waist before opening his front door, and we went outside next to each other. As we walked back to the Smyth's house I found out they were babysitting him, and he had to stay with them until his parents returned. He was surprised I could leave whenever I wanted. After a minute I suggested, "Hey, maybe they'll let you go to my house, I mean Elaine's gonna be there." "I doubt it, they're pretty strict." "Well, I gotta go get my headgear at noon, will they let you go with me? Maybe we can find some excuse to stay there then." I thought for a minute before adding, "Yeah, maybe we could say Elaine said I gotta finish unpacking and you wanta help me, then we tell Elaine old lady Smyth said we gotta go right back, and we can do what we want!" "You're a crocked little dude, aren't you!" he snickered. "Stan might want to go." "Is he, well, ah," "He's not sure, he thinks he's straight, but he's cool. He knows I'm gay." "We'll tell him we gotta unpack my braces stuff, tin grins only," I quipped. "But can we sneak you out from old lady Smyth? She's a bitch but she's sorta dumb too!" He stopped walking and turned to look at me. "You're nuts! It's a good thing you're the Chief's kid, anyone else they'd already locked up for thinking shit like that! Fuck, I hope they don't come get me for talking to you!!! We both started laughing, then giggling and got to the Smyth's door before he could answer. Mrs. Smyth picked up on our dress right away. "Were's our little surfer boy?" she teased. After getting some more teasing for being dressed alike we explained why I was wearing the football pants, and the tanning lotion. "Well, you are going to have to stay in the sun for it to work, you guys going to play outside this afternoon?" she replied. When we finished our meal Eric and Stan began clearing the table without being told. I joined in, and as soon as we were done I announced I had to go get my headgear. "I better put mine on too," Eric said. "I have to go get tightened next week and I better get some extra time." "Oh, I have to call the orthodontist tomorrow and get you an appointment too, Brian," Smyth said. "You guys want to come back here, or go play?" she added. "You mean I don't have to stay here? Ma'am?" Eric almost begged. "Just so you stay with Brian," she answered. "And you two don't leave the compound." "Can I go? Stan asked. "You have a book report to finish," his dad snapped. "But I can write it tonight! I mean yes sir," he whimpered, staring at the floor. "If you would have written last week when it was due, you'd be able to go play now, wouldn't you?" his mother added. "I think you can stay inside this afternoon." "Yes ma'am," he whimpered. "Wow, they are strict! I'm glad we got outa there!" I said after we were outside. "Yeah, but Stan didn't come with us!" Eric snickered, giving me a wide matallic grin that almost blinded me. "You're a nutty rebel and Smyth trusts you? That's weird!" "Yeah, hey, I'm your babysitter now, ain't I!" I teased. "Maybe I should get you one of those leash thingies! Yeah, you gotta do whatever I want now!" "Dude, I promise I'll do ANYTHING you want," he answered, brushing his hand across the back of my leg. We stopped at his house to pick up my uniform, and a little to my surprise he got his headgear out. He was about to put his facebow on when I, without thinking, stopped his hand. We stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds before we embraced in a long kiss. I stiffened as he pushed his tongue into my mouth, but after a second or so relaxed and closed my eyes as he ran it over my tongue and teeth. After what had to be at least a minute he withdrew it, pulling my head under his chin as we released our kiss. "You have to be home in about five minutes," he whispered, stroking the back of my head. "Wow! Where'd you learn to do that?" I mumbled, still trying to catch my breath. "Fuck Elaine, fuck my headgear, I want you," I added, wrapping my arms around his tight back and pulling him against me. "You've never been French kissed before?" he responded, sliding his fingers under the waist band of my shorts. "I never knew no one that was French before, wow I didn't know your are! Shit, if French kids kiss like that I wish I was one!" He giggled for several second. "Did you ever fool around with someone before?" he asked. I told how Ronnie and I liked to explore each other's bodies and such, and that we had kissed on the lips a few times. "God, you are SO cute, I love you!" he whispered, rubbing my back. "Come on, we gotta get to your house." he added breaking our embrace. "Fuck them, let's stay here! My dad will just yell me out and stuff and wont do nothing, I don't care!" "If you're late for checking in Elaine will call Mrs. Smyth, and she'll send security looking for us! They might say we cant go anywhere together or shit. Chill, okay? Come on, we gotta go," he said, pushing his facebow into his mouth. "Come on, little buddy, we got to," he said, stuffing my uniform into my arms. He grabbed a frisbee of his desk, and I followed him down the stairs, still captivated by the feeling of his tongue probing my mouth, his hands probing the crack of my bum. As expected Elaine met us just inside the door, tray in hand. She deftly scooped my uniform out of my arms with one hand, and after I took my headgear off the tray she disappeared down the hall. I was trying to decide if I should ask Elaine if we could go outside, or if I had the nerve to just tell her I was, when she reappeared. "Well, a couple of football stars," she said, wrapping an arm around each of our shoulders. "I'm baking a fresh apple pie, it will be ready about three o'clock if you guys want some," she added, ushering us out the door. "Come on, I know where we can go," Eric said, pushing the frisbee into my hand and running into the yard. "Throw me one." We tossed back an forth for a couple of minutes as he led the way behind my house and across a small field. Soon he stopped at a high fence, tucking the frisbee under his arm instead of throwing it back. "It's the training place for the Marine guards and stuff, but no one uses it on Sundays. Oh, there's a couple of wires on the ground, don't touch them or you'll set off the alarm. I'll show them to you," he said before deftly climbing the fence. After we cleared the trip wires he wrapped his arm around my bare waist as we walked. I had just put my arm around his waist when I felt him slip his fingers under the waistband of my shorts, rubbing my hip. He stopped when we got to a grassy knoll, tuning me toward him and pulling me into an embrace. As he did my hand slipped down onto his round firm bum. I jerked it back up into the small of his back, but feeling his hand on one of my butt cheeks, still inside my shorts, I nervously slid my hand back down. After a second I softly squeezed him. As I did he groaned softly and pulled me against him, his warm, hard boyhood pressing into my stomach. "Oh God, I want to eat you so bad," he whispered, moving my butt side to side, making my rock hard shaft rub against his thigh. We both let out soft moans, and without thinking about it I put my other hand behind his head, pulling his mouth to mine. "Shit!" I cried as our facebows crashed together. "I forgot I was wearing the fucking thing!" I reached up to take the straps off my head, but he pulled me closer to him, pushing his facebow into my neck as he began licking it. After several seconds he let go of me and stepped back slightly. "Be still," he told me as I reached for my headgear straps. He slipped his fingers under my half shirt, deftly pulling it over me head and arms, tossing it the ground. After slipping his off he guided me to sit down, then lay on my back in the grass. He lay next to me and, turning on his side, he raised my arms over my head and began licking and kissing my chest. "Oh God, please don't stop, ever," I moaned as he began licking my left nipple, his facebow rubbing it with each swipe. My dick was throbbing so hard I was sure it was going to rip my shorts as licked his way across my thin chest to the other nipple. By the time he had moved to my flat stomach my hips were involuntarily humping up and down, and when he pushed his tongue into my belly button my entire groin started burning like it was on fire. "Oh God, oh shit, I think my dick's going to explode," I whimpered. "Can you make cum yet?" he asked in a soft voice. Before I could answer I felt the zipper of my shorts being slowly pulled down. I just moaned and rolled my head back into the grass. "Guard Shack, this is King Tango." a deep voice rang from nearby. "It's just a couple of staffer's kids. Cancel your response team, I can handle it," it continued as Eric leaned away from me, bolting into a sitting position. I jerked my head sideways just in time to see Kevin pushing a huge gun into a shoulder holster. "Roger that, King Tango," a voice crackled out of the walkie talkie he had in his other hand. "Oh fuck," I mumbled. Eric had jumped to his feet, and I followed, standing next to him as I tried to zip my fly. I was trembling so badly I only got it about half way up. "Having fun boys?" Kevin snickered. My knees kept trying to buckle as he walked toward us. "Eric, Eric, you know you're not suppose to be here." "Yes sir," Eric whined. Unable to control myself I started sobbing loudly as I looked up at the huge man. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," Kevin said as he picked me up, cuddling me like I was a three year old. He held me with one hand under my butt as he pulled my head against his shoulder. "Calm down, take some deep breaths." After he held me for a minute or two I settled down slightly. "See, I'm not going to hurt you," he reassured me. "But my dad's gonna kill me," I whimpered between sobs. "I don't tell on my kids, remember?" I looked down at Eric as he pulled his walkie talkie out of his belt. "Guard Shack, this is King Tango. Write this up as a false alarm, it was a new kid that didn't know he was off limits. I'm going to show him around as long as he's here, I wont be available for a while." "Roger that, King Tango." "Now, where were you guys," he snickered, pulling Eric against him. To be continued. . .