Naughty and Fun

©2023 by Gamin Paramour

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Gamin Paramour

Naughty and Fun

Chapter One

Maurice eyed his new friend with envy.

"I wish I had money for soda and candy like you," he said. "You're so lucky you get an allowance so you can buy stuff."

Daniel chewed his bite of Snickers for an interminable ten seconds, then took another five seconds to wash it down with Coke.

"I don't get an allowance, Maurice." he said and took another big bite of candy.

"Do you get paid to do chores, then? I have to do my chores for free."

Maurice sat another never-ending fifteen seconds waiting for an answer. It was still early days in their friendship but Daniel was a cool kid and Maurice really liked him already. It seemed like he was being kind of a dick right now though, taking his sweet time answering.

"I don't get paid to do chores either," Daniel said, and before he could get the Snickers back to his mouth Maurice caught his arm.

"Then how do you always have money?"

It was too loud and too angry, fueled by his frustration at the injustice of it all. Daniel's brown eyes widened in alarm, and a teenager who happened to be exiting the 7-11 with a Slurpee jerked his head to look at them. Maurice was instantly mortified by his outburst.

"Sorry," he said, extra-gently releasing Daniel's arm. "But it's not fair. My stupid folks say an eleven-year-old doesn't need money 'cause we have plenty of drinks and snacks at home, but I hate it! All Mom ever gives me is a juice box and carrot sticks. Carrot sticks, Daniel! How is that a treat?"

"You can have the rest of my Snickers," the boy offered with genuine kindness, "and share my Coke."

"No, that's OK Daniel. It's not your fault that my parents are cheapskates. You've been super nice to me since we moved here last month. I mean, I still miss my old friends — especially Jacob — but you're a really cool guy."

The dark-haired boy grinned. His head was a bit on the narrow side and his smile seemed to span his entire face.

"I think you're cool too Maurice, even though I miss my best friend Colin. It's pretty neat how it worked out though. I was all sad when Colin moved away on account of his Dad's job, but then you guys moved in on account of your Dad's job right into Colin's old house! It's like you switched places just so I'd still have a friend next door!"

"I'm not trying to replace your best friend, Daniel, but I do like you a lot, and I hope, ya know, maybe we could be best friends. Like someday… maybe?

"Yeah, I hope so too," Daniel said. "Here, friend. Have a drink of my Coke."

Maurice accepted the can with a shy smile of thanks. The two boys sat silently for a few seconds smiling at one another, but then the moment passed and Maurice's ocean blue eyes turned serious again.

"But if you don't get money from your parents then how do you always have so much?"

Daniel's face darkened red and he looked away.

"Um, it's not that much money."

"It's enough," Maurice pressed. "You buy some kind of treat every day."

"Well…" Daniel stalled, then brightened and said, "I get pretty good birthday money."

Maurice knew it was a lie, or at least not the whole truth.

"No, for real Daniel," he said in grave seriousness. "There's somethin' else, I can tell."

"Um…" Daniel stalled again, making a show out of watching a woman with a baby carriage struggle briefly with the door to the 7-11. Finally he turned back to Maurice.

"I can't talk about it."

"What? Why not, Daniel?"

The boy leaned in and spoke quietly, so the customers coming and going wouldn't hear.

"Yes, I have a way to get money, but I'd get in major trouble if my parents knew about it."

"What's going on, Daniel?" Maurice asked with narrowed eyes. "Are you doing something bad, like stealing?"

"No!" Daniel exclaimed. "I'm no crook!"

"I didn't think you were," Maurice soothed. "Then what are you doing that your parents would get mad at?"

"I earn the money, OK? The thing is…" He leaned in and whispered, "…it's kind of naughty."

"Naughty?" Maurice wondered barely aloud. He couldn't remember the last time he'd used the word naughty.

"Me and Colin used to do it together," Daniel said, "and now I go by myself but it's not as much fun without him."

"So it's naughty and fun?" Maurice asked, his interest brightening. "And even more fun with a friend? Maybe I could come and do it with you, I mean, since Colin's not here anymore. I'd really like to have money like you."

A tentative smile appeared on Daniel's face.

"Really? It gets pretty naughty," Daniel warned, "but it's real easy and it's great to have money!"

"What do I have to do?"

Daniel grabbed Maurice's elbow and pulled him off the bench. "Not here," he said. "Come on."

Maurice allowed himself to be pulled along and then fell into stride alongside his slim new friend. He waited for Daniel to begin explaining but ran out of patience.

"Where are we going, Daniel?"

"To the park."

"The park is that way," Maurice objected, pointing back the way they had come.

"Not that park. Blackwood Park."

"Where's that?"

"Past the courthouse square."

"Way over there?" Maurice exclaimed, sounding mildly irritated even though he didn't mean to.

Daniel suddenly stopped dead and turned to face Maurice, making him pull up short.

"Look, you have to trust me and don't ask questions, OK? I'm letting you in on something good but you have to promise that you'll keep it secret until the day you die! Promise me, Maurice, or else just go home because I can't tell you."

Maurice found Daniel's gravity a bit frightening. "Are you pullin' a joke on me?"

"It's not a joke Maurice, but it has to be a secret. Do you promise?"

"Yeah, OK," Maurice gave in. "I promise."

"OK, then c'mon," he said and spun away again at a faster pace.

"Just tell me!" Maurice called after him in exasperation.

"You wouldn't believe me," Daniel threw back over his shoulder. "I have to show you."

Maurice hurried to catch up.

"This is crazy, Daniel!"

"It gets even crazier," his friend said. "Now hurry up, it's getting late."

"Why didn't we take our bikes then? We'd get there a lot faster!"

"You can't bring bikes where we're going."

"To a park? Since when?"

In five more blocks they entered the park through a tall brick archway that said across the top, "Blackwood Park" in fancy bronze lettering. Maurice noted that it was nicer than the park in their neighborhood.

A lot nicer.

There were beautiful flower beds and fountains and grownup stuff like that but also really nice playgrounds and basketball courts and sports fields. Surrounding the park were large, obviously expensive homes, and Maurice gawked a little.

Daniel led him straight to the back corner of the park where there was yet another playground area as well as a small old building. It was made of cut stone blocks and had an old-fashioned wooden garage door with criss-cross wooden beams in an X-shape. Maurice figured it was an equipment shed for lawn mowers and stuff.

Daniel led him to the nearby swing set and said, "Let's swing."

Maurice had no idea what to make of anything that was happening, so he sighed in resignation and grabbed the swing next to Daniel. He was eleven years and two months old and didn't play on the swings all that much anymore but he hadn't quite grown all the way out of it either, and he actually enjoyed it when he got swinging nice and high.

They had swung for only a minute or two when Daniel dragged his gym shoes in the dirt, urging, "Let's go."

"I was just getting going!" Maurice complained, but quickly stopped and hurried after his friend.

"Did you really think we walked halfway across town just to play on the swings?" Daniel sarcastically asked. "I just had to make sure nobody was paying any attention to us."

Maurice gave up trying to figure it out and simply followed.

Daniel led him around the side of the stone building and to the back, which was very close to the fence that separated the park from the houses. The fence didn't even look like a fence because it was all tangled with vines of ivy, like a living green wall. Daniel gave one last look behind and then pulled Maurice around the corner, where they were completely hidden between the shed and the fence.

"Where are we go—?" Maurice began but Daniel sharply shushed him.

"Quiet," he whispered. "Nobody can see us but somebody might hear us."

Maurice fell silent as Daniel led him along, poking at the dense greenery as he went.

"Here!" Daniel whispered, finding a slit in the chain-link that someone had intentionally cut. If you didn't know it was there and feel along the ivy you'd never find it. The boy slipped his narrow frame sideways through the opening.

"Don't worry," Daniel whispered from inside the fence and holding it open for Maurice, "there aren't any sharp edges."

Maurice was skeptical because he was somewhat bigger than Daniel but he too wiggled through unsnagged. They were in the back yard of one of the big houses, surrounded by high wooden fences on three sides and the ivy fence in back. It was eerily quiet too, making Maurice feel like they were completely alone.

"Come on," Daniel said, waving him toward the heavy wooden door of some kind of back-building.

Maurice followed with only a bit of hesitation. The situation was definitely weird but he was curious as hell by then.

The door looked about a hundred years old except for a gleaming new electronic keypad that looked just like the one on a phone.

"Don't look," Daniel said. "The code is a big secret too."

Maurice dutifully turned his back. He had trusted Daniel this far, he might as well go all the way.

He heard six electronic beeps as Daniel keyed in the code and then a big metallic clunk! just like in the movies when they open up the secret door to the spy headquarters.

"Come on," Daniel said and pushed the door open. It swung remarkably easily for such a thick, heavy door. They stepped inside to near-total darkness until Daniel closed the door behind them and it clunked locked again. Only then the two fluorescent lights in the ceiling flickered on.

The room was kind of a letdown, actually. Maurice had gotten himself all worked up with the hidden entrance and the spy-tech of the door and fully expected… well, something better than this plain old cloakroom-looking thing.

It was actually more like a changing room than a cloakroom, with wooden benches in front of a full wall of wooden cubbies, cube-shaped boxes about one foot on a side with open fronts. There were clothes in two of the cubbies, and Maurice vaguely remembered something similar at a really old public swimming pool his family went to a number of years ago when visiting relatives in Cleveland. He had been embarrassed to change into his swimming suit right in front of his cousins, who had laughed at him about his shyness.

"Are we at a swimming pool?" he asked Daniel. "These look like kids' clothes."

"It's not a pool," Daniel said, and seemed like he was about to say something else when Maurice's eye fell on something he recognized.

"Hey! I think this is Kyle Harris's shirt!" he cried. "Yeah, it is! The one with the crazy alien face that says Roswell, New Mexico."

"Yeah, Kyle comes here a lot," Daniel said.

Maurice inspected the cubby more closely.

"There's underpants in here!" he exclaimed. "Why do kids take all their clothes off if it's not a swimming pool?"

"It's one of the rules," Daniel said, as cryptically as ever.

"Do they put on a uniform or something, so everybody is dressed alike?" Maurice pictured a Scout troop, or maybe a sports team.

"Yeah, everybody dresses the same," Daniel said with a small smirk.

"Then where are the uniforms?" Maurice asked, scanning the room and finding nothing of the sort.

"You already have one," Daniel said with an even bigger smirk. Something clearly amused him.

"What do you mean?"

"You got it for your birthday," Daniel said, almost laughing.

"What?" Maurice asked, perplexed. "I didn't get no uniform for my birthday."

"Yeah you did. We all did, when we were zero years old."

"Zero years…?" Maurice mumbled, and then it hit him.

"Our birthday suits?!" he cried. "You mean we're supposed to go naked?"

"You have to," Daniel said, still smiling. "You can't go in unless you're naked, and you can't get out until he lets you out."

Maurice looked desperately back at the door. As Daniel had implied there were no handles or keypads on this side.

"What's going on Daniel?" Maurice asked uneasily. "This is scaring me."

"I told you it was naughty, but you don't have to be scared," Daniel assured him. "Nobody's going to hurt you. He just has to be super-careful, that's all."

"Who does?"

"I can't tell you," Daniel said. "When we get inside he'll tell you himself."

"I don't know, Daniel," Maurice said.

"Look," Daniel said, and punctuated it by peeling off his t-shirt. Slim was the word to describe Daniel, but certainly not scrawny. His pre-teen chest showed no surplus fat despite daily Snickers bars and the like. Maurice knew from their month of hanging out that Daniel was no super-athlete or anything but he more than kept up with the other kids at sports and games, and never seemed to get pooped like Maurice sometimes did.

"You know me and you know Kyle," Daniel went on. "Would we do anything dangerous? And would I bring you somewhere you wouldn't like?"

Maurice thought for a second while Daniel skinned down his shorts and stepped out of them, leaving him in only his white briefs. Somewhere along the line he had kicked off his gym shoes, and he had been wearing no socks.

The slim motif continued to every part of Daniel, his smooth, hairless legs lean and fit, and interestingly shapely.

In fact, Maurice thought Daniel looked great.

"No, I guess not," he allowed. "Are you saying I'll like whatever happens in there? Does that mean you like it?"

"I do like it," Daniel said. "But I guess not everybody does. That's why I didn't want to tell you, because once you come this far you're in the middle of the secret. Even if you decide you don't want to be here you have to swear on your life you'll never tell anybody, or me and Kyle and some other guys will get into a ton of trouble."

All of that made sense to Maurice. Daniel wouldn't do anything bad — not too bad anyway — and Kyle seemed like a good guy too, based on the few weeks he'd known him. Daniel wouldn't bring him here if it was something awful.

Would he?

Maurice remembered that trip to Cleveland, and how after a couple of times at the pool it didn't bother him anymore to change clothes in front of his cousins. He supposed this might be sort of the same.

"You wouldn't get me in trouble, would you, Maurice?" Daniel implored. "And you said you wanted to make money."

"Yeah, I want money," Maurice said, "and no I wouldn't want you to get into trouble."

Daniel smiled. "So come on then. Take your clothes off."

"This is so weird," Maurice said, stripping off his t-shirt.

"It's real fun though. You'll see."

Daniel shucked down his undies and Maurice couldn't help but look. Daniel smiled, perfectly at ease.

Maurice had never seen Daniel's dick but now he stared. It was still very much a little boy's at age eleven and looked nice to Maurice's eye, a short pink tube with a cut, round nubbin head, bobbing just above a hairless, loose-hanging sack with two egg-shaped balls clearly defined.

He had no idea why he enjoyed seeing it, but he definitely did.

Daniel carefully placed his folded clothes into a cubby with his shoes on the bottom and Maurice noted the practiced way he did it.

Daniel had been here many times.

"Hurry up, Maurice," he urged. "We have to stay at least an hour to get paid and by then it'll be time to go home."

As he finished undressing Maurice's curiosity — and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on — made his heart speed up. He needed to know what happens to naked kids on the other side of that door.

Maurice watched Daniel eagerly scanning him, a smile on his face and excitement in his eyes. He had a desperate urge to cover himself with his hands but he tightened his fists and forcibly kept them at his sides. He wasn't going to be a baby in front of his new friend.

Standing there being examined was decidedly weird, but once Maurice got over his knee-jerk reaction he had to acknowledge his own thrill at being naked with Daniel. It was also pretty satisfying to think that if his Mom knew what he was doing she would shit her knickers.

"Are you ready to go inside?" Daniel asked.

"I guess so."

"OK, here we go then," Daniel said with a sly, sideways smile.

Maurice expected some even stricter high-tech security to get past this second door, like one of those scanner-things you put your eye up to, or at least another keypad, but disappointingly Daniel simply knocked.

Maurice heard a bit of shuffling behind the door, like small bare feet on a wood floor, but then came heavier footsteps that he knew belonged to an adult wearing shoes.

"Who is it?" asked a man's voice through the door. It was a gentle question, not a gruff demand.

"It's Daniel, and I brought a friend."

There was a silent pause.

"Were you careful, Daniel?" the voice finally asked.

"Nobody saw us," Daniel replied. "And my friend is OK. He promised to keep the secret."

"So you're both ready to come in?"

"Yes," Daniel answered with another sly smile for Maurice. "We're both naked."

The unmistakable sound of a deadbolt sliding back was followed instantly by the door flying open.

There in the doorway stood a good-looking man with shaggy, sandy blond hair and bright blue eyes. He was dressed in jeans and a tight powder-blue sport shirt that was impressively filled out with muscle. He wasn't a huge bodybuilder-type, just nicely fit.

Maurice was lousy at guessing adults' ages but this guy wasn't old by any means, though he was no kid either. His smile was beyond friendly and his eyes roamed over Maurice in a way the boy had never encountered before.

It was a little unsettling.

"Oh my!" the man said with a soft intonation that didn't match his masculine looks. "You're an extra-cute one, aren't you?"

Maurice had never thought of himself as extra-anything, and certainly no grown man had ever said anything like that to him, but the compliment seemed heartfelt, and far from making Maurice self-conscious it felt kind of good.

"This is my friend," Daniel said. "Maurice Durand."

"Really?" the man said. He bent at the waist and offered his hand to shake, his kind blue eyes locked on Maurice's.

"What a lovely French name! C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer Maurice."

Maurice looked at him blankly.

"Oh, you don't speak French. Pity. It's such a poetic language. I said it's a pleasure to meet you, Maurice. I'm Callum Blackwood."

"It's nice to meet you too, sir," Maurice said, then realized and blurted, "Hey, your name is Blackwood, just like the park!"

"My family donated the land nearly a hundred years ago," Callum said with a proud smile. "I'm told it used to be our back garden."

"Cool," Maurice said, then suddenly got subdued and withdrew his hand when he remembered that he was naked in front of a strange man.

"Don't get bashful on me, Maurice," Callum said teasingly. "We're all friends here," and he gestured to the two nude boys crowding next to him.

Maurice and Daniel's friend from their block Kyle Harris stood there smiling broadly with another smiling boy, perhaps a year younger, whom Maurice had never seen before. They were both examining Maurice much the same way Callum had, and Daniel before him. Since it seemed to be the protocol Maurice examined them too.

Both appeared completely at ease in the nude, their hairless little dicks pudging out from their immature bodies. Kyle had already impressed Maurice as a cute, fun little brown-haired goofball with dancing brown eyes, always looking for a laugh. The other boy was quieter and physically rather average, also brown-haired and brown-eyed, but a kid you wouldn't look at twice if he wasn't naked.

Their calm, confident demeanor really helped Maurice relax into his own nudity.

Seizing the brief pause as his opportunity, Kyle stepped forward and said, "Hi Maurice. Bet you're surprised to see me here!"

"He already knew you were here," Daniel said. "He recognized your alien t-shirt in the cubby."

"Kyle…" Callum said in gentle admonition. "I've asked you not to wear such a memorable shirt when you come to visit, for this exact reason. Somebody might see you in the park and remember it, and then if they saw you again they might figure out that you come here a lot."

The boy was genuinely contrite.

"I'm sorry, Callum," he said. "When I got dressed this morning I didn't know I was going to get horn—"

He shot a look at Maurice before he finished.

"—that I was going to get to come over today. I'll be more careful."

Callum gave the boy an indulgent smile that might have had a mild warning in it, and from this tiny exchange Maurice knew that Callum had the same gift as Miss Forman, Maurice's favorite teacher of all time. Just like her, he knew how to discipline a kid without making him feel like he was no longer liked and respected. There aren't any bad kids, she used to say, only bad behaviors, and those can be fixed.

Callum pulled the other, smaller boy in front of him and wrapped him in a hug from behind.

"And this is Jeffrey," he said, ducking to peck a fond kiss on the top of the boy's head. "He's been a very good boy today!"

The kid blushed but grinned his widest, eating up the compliment. Maurice thought that Callum was more generous with his affection than any adult he had ever met.

"Hi Maurice," Jeffrey said with unflinching eye contact. He was in a cutely childish pose, the toes of one foot on the instep of the other foot, his knee at a cocked angle aimlessly swaying back and forth. He was perfectly at ease standing nude in front of a stranger while snuggled in a man's arms.

"Are you going into sixth grade in the fall like Kyle?" he asked.

"Yes," Maurice answered. "Do you go to Grove Elementary too?"

In his old school district Maurice would have been changing schools, because sixth, seventh and eighth grades went to Middle School there. Here he would stay in elementary one more year and start Junior High in seventh grade.

He was actually a bit relieved about that, but he didn't admit it.

"Yeah I go to Grove, but I'll only be in fifth grade," Jeffrey replied to the question. "Maybe if we're lucky we'll have lunch or recess at the same time!"

They'd known each other for all of thirty seconds and already Jeffrey was figuring out how to pursue their friendship. Even in these bizarre circumstances Maurice felt completely welcome.

Callum released Jeffrey and started up the hallway.

"Come on through," he said with a smile back at Maurice, "to the game room."

They all followed, four sets of little bare feet now making that shuffling sound on the hardwood. The hallway opened up into a large room furnished in an old-fashioned style with deep overstuffed sofas and chairs, a heavy wooden coffee table in front of the couch, and a big brick fireplace. They had a fake fireplace at home but Maurice knew this one was real by the scorch marks on the inside and a lingering whiff of last winter's fires.

It smelled good.

There was a beige and brown area rug in the center of the room and a heavy wrought iron light fixture hanging from the ceiling. Maurice would have called it a chandelier if it had been fancy but it was very plain. In fact, none of the main furnishings were fancy and everything was quite old, although incredibly solid and still in great shape.

In stark contrast to the decades-old decorating there was a big flat-screen TV on the wall above the fireplace, paused in the middle of some auto racing game. Shelves on either side held every sort of board game you could think of and more toys than a Walmart, from remote-controlled cars to virtual-reality glasses to Nerf missile launchers. It struck Maurice that they were all boys' kinds of toys, and geared to kids around his own age.

To Maurice it looked like Heaven.

Kyle ran and leaped into one of the deep chairs, landing on his bare ass bouncing and giggling and grabbing up a video game controller.

"I was in the middle of whipping Jeffrey's butt!" he announced while Jeffrey hurried to his place at the end of the big couch next to Kyle's chair.

"You wish!" Jeffrey teased as he took up the other controller and Kyle took the game off of pause. The sound of racing cars thundered from surround-sound speakers, making Maurice cover his ears.

"Turn it down!" Callum yelled over the noise.

Kyle snatched up the TV remote and lowered the volume until the man's scowl turned into a smile of approval.

"Sorry," the boy said, his second apology in five minutes, but Maurice knew he'd be forgiven. It seemed like a kid would have to burn the house down to get Callum to stay mad at him.

"Come sit here with me, boys," Callum said to Maurice and Daniel, gesturing to the big couch.

He settled himself in the middle of the remaining space, so Daniel sat on one side and Maurice the other. Callum gave each of their bare thighs a squeeze with his big hands, and though he presented it as playful and offhand it didn't really feel that way to Maurice.

There was something deeper inside Callum.

"So Maurice," Callum began, "what do you think of the place?"

"It's really cool," Maurice said. "There's so many toys and everything! And you've got that cool door with the keypad."

"Yes," Callum said. "I used to have an electronic lock just like that on the front door of my condo, before I moved here. I thought it was great for security so I had one installed."

"I kind of expected… No, never mind."

"You kind of expected what, Maurice?" Callum gently asked. "Don't worry, I won't be offended."

"It's just that in this neighborhood, with all these big giant houses, I thought it would be a lot fancier inside."

Callum chuckled.

"This isn't the main house, Maurice. This is the old servants' quarters, from when my family used to have live-in staff. You know, butlers and maids and footmen."

"Oh!" Maurice said in new understanding. "You mean like that show my Mom watches, that Down-town Abbey."

"It's Downton Abbey, but yes," Callum said. "That was a long time ago, way before I was born. We had one cook and two maids when I was growing up but they didn't live here. Now I have a cleaning service that comes in every Wednesday morning but that's all."

"It's still pretty cool to a kid like me. I have to clean my own room and dry the dishes and take out the garbage every night."

"How much do you know about what happens here?" Callum asked, gesturing vaguely to the boys playing nude Nintendo.

"Nothing," Maurice replied. "Just that Daniel comes here to earn money doing something naughty."

"Naughty, eh?" Callum said with a teasing look at Daniel.

"Yeah. I didn't know what he meant by that until I found out kids have to get naked."

"So why did you come?" Callum asked. "Do you often go places where you have to get naked?"

"No," Maurice said. "Just, like, changing for swimming or something."

"Why didn't it scare you off? I mean, you came to a strange house owned by a strange man and took your clothes right off. Does that sound like you?"

"No sir," Maurice said, "but I didn't know the naked part until I got here. Daniel said it was OK though, and I trust Daniel. He said I could make enough for soda and treats and that it would be naughty and fun."

He fixed Maurice with his piercing, ice-blue eyes.

"…sexy."

Maurice's eyes popped wide and he let out a small gasp. He was only eleven and his over-protective Mom kept him pretty sheltered with her juice boxes and carrot sticks and all that, but he didn't live in a cave on Borneo so he had gleaned at least a general concept of sex from pop culture. He didn't know exactly what it was or who did what to whom, but he knew it was something so delightfully naughty that it made grownups giggle like schoolchildren.

"C'est vrai, Maurice," Callum said. "It's true. If you stay you will make money and have a good time doing it, but it'll get pretty sexy. Would you like to hear what I think is sexy?"

It took him a second to find his voice.

"Yes, Callum."

"There's one big rule that you have to agree to first."

"Keep it secret, right?"

"Oiu, Maurice," he said. "The most important rule is never to talk about me or anything that goes on here, not to anyone. If someone asks about me you are to say you've never heard of me. Do you understand, Maurice?"

"Yes Callum," Maurice said.

"And do you promise?"

"Yes. I already promised Daniel and now I promise you too."

"OK then," Callum said, relaxing back against the couch cushion. "I like you, Maurice. I can tell that you're a good kid. If you promise not to tell then I trust you to keep your word. So do you want to stay or do you want to go home?"

Maurice felt the seriousness of the situation and he hesitated. Both Callum and Daniel were eyeing him, waiting for his decision, with little smiles of anticipation on their faces. Clearly both wanted him to stay, and in fact he had seen nothing so far to change his mind. Apart from being naked it seemed like a fun time hanging out with friends.

"I want to stay," he said, and both Callum and Daniel relaxed with bigger smiles.

"OK then, Maurice. Here's what I think is sexy."

Again he locked his big blue eyes onto Maurice.

"I love naked boys. I don't know why but I've always loved them since I was a boy myself back in boarding school. I love their smooth, soft skin, their fresh boyish smell, and especially their lovely boy-parts."

Making no effort to hide it, Callum's gaze traveled slowly down Maurice's body.

"You are an exceptionally beautiful boy, Maurice, just exactly the kind I like. You have such beautiful, honey-blond hair, captivating deep blue eyes, and your face is simply exquisite. Your body absolutely rocks, too. Your legs are long and slim and gorgeously smooth, your chest and arms are strong but delicate, and you have the prettiest dick and balls! I just love seeing them, and I just love seeing you."

Maurice was shocked, but somehow not scared. He had never heard anyone speak this way before, coming right out and admitting something that most people would think was horrible. He'd been hearing about "Stranger Danger" since the first grade and he knew that this absolutely qualified in anyone's book, but the fact that Callum was stating it simply and straightforwardly rather than trying to trick him or — God forbid — force him, counted for a lot. It was also reassuring that Daniel had been coming here for some time and obviously nothing bad had happened, since he kept coming happily back.

It struck Maurice what a risk Callum was taking allowing him into his deepest feelings and opening his inner soul, and he felt rather honored to be so trusted. He reflected on his own feelings looking at Daniel in the changing room and the way his new friend had looked him over with such obvious excitement. He felt closer than ever to Daniel, too.

Callum went on.

"But it's really hard for a grown man to see naked boys, especially in America. So when I inherited this house and a fair sum of money I decided to create my own opportunity. I bought a bunch of toys and games and videos and invited boys in to play. If they got naked and stayed for an hour I gave them five dollars."

"That's it? All I have to do is let you watch me play naked for an hour?"

"You gotta keep your promise, Maurice," Daniel urged. "I'd get in big trouble if you told."

"And I'd get in even worse trouble than that," Callum said.

"I don't want you guys to get in trouble," Maurice said. "I'll stay and play naked, and I won't ever tell."

Daniel and Callum both smiled broadly.

After a pause Callum added, "There is one game you can't play however."

Maurice peered up at the man. "Which one?"

"Strip poker!" Callum said, and both boys laughed.

"You'd have to make it so the punishment for losing is to put clothes on!" Daniel joked.

"Oh no!" Callum insisted. "That would be a punishment for me!" and they all laughed again.

"So what do you think, Maurice?" Callum asked after the laughter died down. "It's fun, right?"

"Sure! This is real fun, and I'm already getting used to being naked."

"It doesn't take long," Callum said with a big smile for Maurice.

"I love being naked," Kyle piped while executing a Fast and Furious-style sliding turn. "I wish I could go bare all the time!"

"In the winter you'd freeze your weenie," Jeffrey cracked, and beamed when it got a laugh.

"I'm glad you decided to stay, Maurice," Callum sincerely said. "You're very beautiful and a really nice boy."

"Thank you, Callum," Maurice said. It was very new to him but he thought he could get used to being called beautiful.

"If you have any questions just ask," Callum said. "You know I'll always be here watching!"

"Come on," Daniel said, gesturing Maurice off the couch. "Let's build a Lego castle."

It seemed a little too kiddie for a couple of almost-sixth-graders but if Daniel wanted to play Legos Maurice was OK with it.

Daniel went straight to the shelf where the Legos were stored and dumped them onto the rug. Maurice dropped to his knees and sat back on his haunches to begin picking through the bricks.

"Don't sit on your heels," Daniel said. "Get up on your hands and knees so Callum can see your butt."

Maurice looked at him in surprise.

"It makes Callum happy if he has a good view, especially of new kids like you."

Maurice liked Callum and wanted to make him happy, so he rose up on his knees with his butt prominently displayed in Callum's direction.

"Oh, he likes it," Daniel said with a smile. "Don't turn around, but you should see the look on his face. You're gonna do real well here, Maurice."

"What does that mean?"

"Callum sometimes gives extra to boys he especially likes."

"Cool," Maurice said. "Do you ever get extra?"

"Sure. He likes me too."

"Are there any boys he doesn't like?" Maurice joked but Daniel didn't laugh.

"No," he said in all seriousness, softly so nobody else could hear. "There aren't. When Callum says he loves boys he doesn't just mean he likes us. He loves us for real, like with his heart. He's not only super-generous with money, he says nice things all the time that make you feel, like, really special. I love the way he makes me feel. I'd probably come visit him even if he didn't give me money — but don't tell him that!"

"So what does he do?" Maurice asked. "He just says, 'Hey Daniel! I like you so here's some extra money?'"

"No," Daniel said. "I have to do something extra for it."

"Like what?"

"Different things," Daniel said, thinking for a second. "Here, watch this."

Daniel hurried over to Callum with a big smile on his face and jumped into the seat beside him, landing on his knees. He leaned in and whispered something into Callum's ear, getting a smile in return. Callum said something in reply and Maurice was pretty sure he read his own name on Callum's lips, confirmed by the man's glance in Maurice's direction. Daniel said something back and Callum shrugged his shoulders.

"Sure. Why not?" Callum said out loud, and Daniel grinned as he jumped up from the couch. He quickly stepped up onto the coffee table facing Callum.

"Hey, c'mere you guys!" Daniel called. "I'm gonna give a show!"

Thanks for reading Chapter One of Naughty and Fun. Chapter Two will be along shortly.

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