Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2022 21:31:57 +0000 From: Ferdin Subject: The Creep In The Changing Room Disclaimer: This story is a complete work of fiction. Any similarities to real world events are purely coincidental. I do not condone engaging sexually with a real child. If erotic stories involving fictional minors are illegal where you live, please stop reading. Category: Gay, Adult Youth, Young Friends Summary: A group of boys catch on to a strange man watching them after their swimming lessons, but first impressions can be deceptive. *RRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE* The bell rang, indicating the end of the school week on a mild, cloudy Friday afternoon. The rush of school pupils shoving books and pencil cases into their bags reverberated around the room, with some kids scrambling to get down the homework that the teacher had written on the board. "But why do we have homework? It's a Friday!" moaned ten-year-old Brian as he rolled his eyes at the board. "Homework over the weekend sucks." "We've got the transfer test later this year, remember?" his twin brother Jack replied. "It's our final year of primary school, and we need to do well in that test if we want to get into a good grammar school." "But still, two pages of English and three pages of maths? We only started school like two weeks ago! Ugh, guess I won't be on Fortnite at all this weekend." "Relax, you'll get it done, it's not that hard." "Maybe for *you*, Mr. Perfect-In-Every-Maths-Test," Brian retorted, jabbing his brother in the flanks. "Briiann no!" yelped Jack, as the dark-haired twins dandered out of the classroom, past the school gates and on down the footpath to their home, playfully giggling and slapping each other on the way. "Man, you're weak," Jack commented, pretending to not feel his brother's slaps. "You sure you're cut out for rugby?" "Dude, I'm so fast, I'll run circles around the other players when I get the ball!" smiled Brian. "Can't wait to finally start that rugby club next month." "I know right! Wanna practice with the ball once we get home?" "Sure, but we can't play for too long, we've got swimming lessons later on." "Oh yeah, almost forgot," said Jack, unaware that this term of swimming lessons would be ones to never forget. The twins arrived to an empty house. Their mum wouldn't be home for another hour or so, which gave them a bit of free time before their swimming lessons. "Homework can wait," Brian stated, "come on, let's get that rugby ball out." "In a bit," replied Jack, "I need to get changed, I'm *dying* wearing my uniform in this heat." Brian followed suit, and both boys got changed in their bedroom. Brian and Jack were non-identical twins, ten years old with short dark hair, and slightly tall for their age, but certainly not early developers. Both were skinny and supple, and as they removed their school shirts they revealed svelte builds with a hint of of muscles in their abdomens. Brian was very pale, slightly skinnier than his brother, and had a small belly button with a slight twirl to it. Jack was a little more tanned but not by much, carried a little more muscle while still remaining quite slim, and had a flat belly button. As clichéd as it is to say, the twins had bodies that made it obvious they did lots of sports. Even though they were in their final year of primary school, they were still content with wearing briefs as underwear, Brian with a sky blue pair and Jack with a light grey pair, neither pair leaving a lot to the imagination, clinging tight to their buttcheeks. The twins were fairly competitive, to say the least. Everything from football, school tests and even the games and challenges they faced at cub scouts. Whatever it was, each twin was determined to beat the other. Jack tended to outdo his brother on most things, although Brian was certainly speedy and frequently came out on top on sports day. "I'll go grab the ball," said Jack, after getting changed before his brother. Soon both boys were dressed in just shorts and a T-shirt, and wandered outside to play with the rugby ball. "You gotta work on your spin, dude," shouted Jack. "Try holding the ball on either end before releasing it." "I'll get there, don't you worry," Brian assured. "Here, try to catch *this*," and with that, he drop kicked the ball into the air. Almost getting caught off guard, Jack snapped his head upwards, his eyes locked onto the ball, until... "Oof," he let out, as the ball thudded into his arms. "Bet you can't do that, can you?" Brian taunted. Jack was about to attempt his own drop kick when their mum arrived home. "Boys! We need to be at swimming lessons in twenty minutes!" she yelled to them. "Coming!" the twins said in unison. *** "We did, like, eight lengths of backcrawl and four lengths of breaststroke!" Brian exclaimed to Jack, and also to two of their friends, George and Peter. The four of them were in the showers after an exhausting thirty minutes of swimming, a real shock to the system after swimming lessons stopped in June earlier that year. "I know, that was a tough first lesson back!" George agreed, "but at least our instructor's nice this year. I mean, he's tough, but he explains it well. I'm glad we got to play with the floats near the end," he smiled. George was eleven, and in the year above Brian and Jack. The ginger boy had a hint of chubbiness about him, but was still slim enough to swim strongly, and was in the process of rubbing the shower gel around his damp body, dipping into his deep innie. Ten-year-old Peter was in his last year of primary school, the same as the twins, and had a similar build and hair length to Jack, but instead of dark hair, Peter sported short blond hair. The boys furiously rubbed shampoo through their hair, letting it run down their shoulders from the force of the showers, dripping down their soaked, gleaming torsos. Soon more boys entered the shower area, and the sight of mostly slim, skinny boy bodies rubbing themselves with shampoo and shower gel was truly something. Well, to the boys it looked perfectly normal, but the boys weren't the only ones in the changing room. The four friends were all chatter as they finished up in the shower and went to grab their towels, and all four of them had no shame in peeling off their wet, clingy boxer speedos and standing there, naked and dripping wet, as they squeezed the water out of their swim trunks. Not a strand of pubic hair in sight; despite being relatively tall, Brian and Jack were still as prepubescent as one could get, with small dicks and tiny ballsacks. Peter and George weren't much bigger, despite George being a year older. "George, you're at the grammar school Jack and I were looking at, right?" "Yep," the ginger boy replied. "Lots of work, I have three essays and a piece of research to do over the weekend." "You *what?!*" Brian exclaimed in disbelief. "And I thought we had it bad with that maths and English sheet." "Oh no, you lot have it easy," sighed George, rubbing his towel in between his legs, making his little pecker bounce in tandem. "But you still have time for Fortnite this weekend, right?" Peter asked hopefully, drying off the dampness on his smooth, slim tummy. "I'll try, but our teacher can be mean sometimes, so we better get our work done. Isn't that right, Jack?" Brian nodded to his brother, only to find that Jack wasn't paying attention to the conversation. In fact, he was barely looking at his friends. "Jack, what are--?" "Psst," Jack whispered sharply, nudging his brother in the arm. "Look." "Huh? Look where?" "There," he indicated, and Brian saw it as well; just a few metres from them, on the opposing bench, was a man putting stuff in his bag, as if he had just finished a workout. "OK, so what?" _It's just some guy getting his stuff together after some time in the gym. We're not the only ones in the building, after all._ "He was staring at me. At *us*," said Jack, still in a timid whisper. "I don't see--," "Just watch," Jack insisted, as he scrambled to get his grey briefs on. Brian, who was still laid back about what was happening, dried his back and head with the towel, still naked... and suddenly he *did* catch sight of the man looking at him. A mess of brown hair, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and his eyes were momentarily locked onto Brian, before looking the other way. "Well, he glanced at me," he whispered back to Jack, the rest of the boys in the changing room completely unaware of the situation. "That's not--," but he was cut off, as the man looked at him again, this time for longer, straight at Brian's slim, athletic build, the eagle eyes scanning along the ten-year-old's skinny tummy and small dick. And when the man looked away, it was only to dart his eyes on George and Peter, and then to some other boys. "Oh, I see." "I'm not sure how to feel about this," mumbled Jack, looking back at the man. Suddenly, their gazes met, and the man rushed to get the rest of his stuff and bolted out the door. "Huh, that was interesting. Do you think he noticed you looking at him?" "I think he did," Jack mused, "I think I even saw him panic." Nothing unusual happened once the strange man left. Jack finished up getting his clothes on before Brian, and the ten-year-old waited in the hall outside the pool changing room for his brother. He replayed the scene in his head over and over again. _Did he really stare at me? Did he actually leave because I looked at him? Or is my mind just playing tricks on me?_ As Jack continued to wrestle with his thoughts, Brian emerged from the changing room, and the two of them walked to the gym reception area where their mum was waiting for them. Neither boy said a word about the encounter until after they got home, had dinner, and worked through some of their homework. Finally, as Brian was doing some comprehension questions, Jack spoke. "I'm still thinking about that guy we saw today." "Who? Oh, the guy in the changing room. I had nearly forgotten about him." Brian put down his pencil, and turned towards his brother. "I think we're worrying too much. We see adults come in there all the time. The pool is partially open to the public near the end of our swimming lessons, after all. And then it fully opens once we're done." "I guess... but why did he run off like that?" "Maybe he suddenly remembered he was late for something? I don't know." Seeing the frown on his brother's face, Brian walked up and put his hand on Jack's shoulder. "Dude, you're overthinking this. Remember last year when that... what's the word again... oh yeah, psychologist came in to talk to our class? And she talked about feeling paranoid and seeing things that aren't there, and overthinking everything? That's what you're doing; overthinking. Chances are he just happened to look in our direction." His face forced a smile. "I mean, do you really think there's some pedo on the loose, and he's out to get us? Come on," he laughed. "I suppose you're right. Now that you say it, it is a little stupid to worry about this." "Exactly! Just relax. Anyway, how much of that homework did you get done?" asked Brian, abruptly changing the subject. "Oh, I finished it. Wasn't hard." "You're *done*? Can I copy? Pretty please?" "Only if you give me some of your Fortnite Vbucks!" Jack smirked. "No way!" shouted Brian, and started to wrestle with his brother, hitting him on the back. The pair descended into a fit of giggles as their mum walked up the stairs. "Boys, settle down please! You should be getting ready for bed now." "OK mum," they called back. *** A few weeks flew by since the encounter in the changing room. The strange man, who Jack decided to call `the pedo' at one point, hadn't shown up for three more iterations of swimming lessons, and since it was only the twins who noticed him the first time, he was practically forgotten about. Well, almost. Life continued on as normal for the most part, but Jack had moments when he still couldn't stop thinking about him. _Did I really just imagine it? Or was he looking at me, and if so, why? Was it because of my body?_ The ten-year-old had never considered doing it before, but since that Friday, he had begun looking at himself in the mirror a little more often whenever he got changed at home, checking out his physique. _Did he like my body? Isn't that what pedos like?_ And there was a part of Jack who actually kind of enjoyed the idea of someone else liking his body, and come to think of it, the man in the changing room didn't look that scary, in fact he might've been friendly... "I swear, if we have to do any more lengths of butterfly, my arms are gonna fall off," moaned Peter. It was another Friday, about a month since swimming lessons had started up again. "I know, my shoulders ache so much," groaned Brian, rubbing them in the shower as the shampoo cascaded down his tired naked body. "Much homework this weekend?" Jack asked George. "Not really, thankfully. Just a few sentences for French and a Geography worksheet. "Oh hey, my parents are talking about us going to Paris next year, maybe you can join and translate for us!" "Ah, let me see... je m'appelle George, j'ai onze ans, je vis au Royaume-Uni." "Fantastique," giggled Jack. He scanned the room, spying Brian, George, Peter, a handful of other boys of various ages (he was among the oldest there, some of the boys in this session were only nine)... and then Jack's smile faded, because he saw *him*. Not wanting to show any fear this time, he sidestepped over to his twin. "He's back," whispered Jack, and that's all Brian needed to infer what his brother meant. The pedo was back, seemingly minding his own business, getting his normal clothes back on. "Ah, well, uh, is he acting weird?" "Don't you see it?" "See what?" "I saw him stare at that boy over there, the younger one, getting dried right beside him." Sure enough, less than two metres from the pedo, there was a nine-year-old boy shifting his towel around his damp, dripping naked body, a slight outie belly button perturbing from his flat tummy, the wetness from the pool exaggerating the smoothness of his skin. His short, spiky dark hair stood up as he dried off his head, and his tiny pecker and tight ballsack danced from side to side as he gyrated the towel along his legs. The twins didn't say anything to each other, but they looked at the boy, then at the pedo, then at each other, and they both knew that they saw the pedo staring at this boy. Brian, however, still wasn't fully convinced. "Let me try something." "Brian, what are you doing?" Jack whispered furiously. "Are you mad?" "Relax," he reassured, and brought his stuff over to the same bench as the pedo. Still naked, the dark haired boy took his sweet time drying himself off, ensuring that the towel was covering as little as possible of the pedo's view. Without making it obvious, Brian stole as many glances as he could, and marvelled at how much this guy was looking at him. _Oh wow, he's staring at me, all right,_ he thought as he grabbed his briefs and slowly pulled them up, looking at the pedo's eyes lock onto his still slightly damp, glistening tummy and dangling pecker. He looked over to Jack, and signalled for him to join. With a nervous pit in his stomach, Jack slowly walked over to the same bench as his brother. _I don't like this... or do I?_ the ten-year-old questioned himself as he witnessed Brian pulling his briefs snugly over his dick and buttcheeks. While draping his towel behind him and drying his back and shoulders, Jack pretended to look around the room while keeping a sharp eye on the pedo. What he saw were the hungry pedo eyes dance from looking at him, to his brother, to that nine-year-old and to the other damp, naked boys. Yet it seemed that the pedo was mostly looking at the twins more than anyone else. _What is it about us that's special? That look on his face... what does he want from us? Why us?_ He looked over at his brother, and scanned Brian's blue briefs, and how they fitted comfortably over his backside, showing relatively decent detail of the boy's cheeks. He glared at the boy's slim, silky-smooth tummy, how there were still drops of water gliding down his prepubescent abs. Then he looked down at his *own* body and saw much of the same, the toned muscles of his body gleaming in the dampness, his small dick hanging softly. _This man, this pedo, is looking at us because he wants to... do things to our bodies? But what things?_ In the midst of trying to process his thoughts and feelings, Jack wasn't only feeling creeped out, but part of him was somewhat enjoying the attention, almost as if it felt good to be admired in this way, almost as if he would like it if the pedo-- _Snap out of it, this guy's a complete stranger, he's not your friend._ Jack rushed to get his clothes on, yanking his navy briefs up and pulling on his trousers, before finishing off drying his upper half and getting his top on. Brian finished at around the same time, and the twins dandered out together. "We should tell someone, don't you think?" asked Jack. "Eh, I don't know...," "Oh come on, we both saw him staring at us. It's only a matter of time before he pounces. Remember that lesson on being wary of strangers?" "Do you really think he'd pounce on us in a public area? He's not following us or anything...," "Yet," Jack said ominously. "... and nobody else has noticed him, right? None of the other boys have complained." "Well...," he trailed off, then looked behind him and saw George walk towards him and Brian. "Hey, George." "Yeah, what's up?" "Did you, uh, notice anything in the changing room?" "Well, there was Peter bitching about constantly getting paired with bad teammates in Overwatch," the ginger boy giggled. Jack forced a smile. "Anything else? Anything, well, that seemed off?" "No, why?" "Jack's just feeling on edge," Brian interjected. "He's, uh, anxious about a bad dream he had last night." "Oh, OK. Well, I guess I'll see you around," he said, before walking over to his mum at the reception area. "Bye," the twins called to him. Once they were out of eyesight, Jack shot his brother a scathing look. "Anxious from a bad dream? Are you *trying* to embarrass me?" "Hey, well, you're the one who's scared over some random guy looking at us. Seriously, this isn't a bad dream, monsters don't exist in reality, right?" "That's not... never mind, let's just head home." *** Another Friday, another period of swimming lessons. The instructor was explaining a detailed technique requiring one of the floats, and he got the children in his group to stand beside the pool so he could demonstrate properly. "Jack, could you hold this float for me please?" the instructor asked. The boy nodded and took the float. "OK, now grab that end... yes, and hold it up, just like I showed you, now swim with one arm." He used Jack as a demonstrator, and stood beside the ten-year-old so he could point out the proper posture and arm motion. Unbeknownst to the instructor, the gentle touches on Jack's inner arm and stomach sent tingling sensations across the boy's body, making him feel uneasy yet somewhat relaxed at the same time. He stood there, nearly hoping the instructor would touch him more and softly grab his skinny flanks, but it didn't last long at all and soon the kids were told to get back in the water. "Hey Peter," Jack called as lessons finished up and the boys walked towards the showers. "Would you do me a favour?" "Sure, what?" "If you see anything unusual in the changing room, could you tell me?" "Uh, OK, why?" "Just trust me, OK?" "Alright," the blond boy replied, looking perplexed. Jack rushed to get the shampoo and shower gel properly rinsed through his hair and body, frantically scrubbing his head, arms and everywhere else. "You alright there?" Brian asked, taking his time cleaning his smooth, supple torso and hairless underarms. "Yeah, fine," replied Jack, and once he was satisfied with washing himself, he walked briskly into the changing room area and immediately scanned the place. And he felt his heart pounding in his chest as he spotted the pedo sitting there, fumbling with his bag. _You again._ He got changed as normal, slipping off his boxer speedos and rinsing them off, all too aware of his dripping wet figure attracting the attention of a certain pair of eager eyes. As he grabbed his towel, Peter walked in and stood beside him. Not wanting to say anything since it was only the three of them in the changing room at the minute, Jack kept on glancing at the pedo, then back at Peter, hoping that his blond friend would notice. "I've got a football match this weekend, we're third in the local league and if we win then we'll move up to second!" "Oh, nice, good luck!" "Thanks!" "I wish I could play more football, but between rugby and cub scouts, I don't have the time. We've got a camping trip coming up soon. Not to mention all this homework for the transfer test." "Oh yeah, our school is giving us so much work, it sucks." The two of them continued to chat, but Jack picked up on Peter glancing more and more at the pedo, who as usual was either looking down at his own things or staring at their general direction. Peter was just as toned and in shape as Jack, the dampness of his skin exaggerating the smooth, lush texture of his warm-looking tummy. Stripping off his swim trunks, Peter dried his thighs and groin area, letting his small boy-cock bob about among the drying fabric. And his eyes were definitely lingering at the pedo. Both boys looked at each other, then at the pedo, then back at each other, and without saying a word, they both knew what was happening. "I LOVE FORTNITE, IT'S THE BEST GAME EVER!" sang Brian, George and a couple of other boys as they descended from the showers. With the extra noise and clutter, Jack managed to whisper, "You saw him too, right?" to Peter, and a timid nod of the head from his blond friend confirmed his suspicions. He went back to trying to act natural, not really talking much while his twin brother chatted away to George. "So, is it true that in grammar school some of the boys and girls sneak out in the back area to kiss each other?" Brian asked. "Yup," the ginger eleven-year-old scoffed, "and they smoke weed and stuff as well." "Weed? Is that a drug or something?" "Yeah, it's--," but he was interrupted by Peter. "Look," the blond boy whispered, and nudged to the adjacent bench. "What?" "Do you see him?" "See... oh, that guy? What about him?" "He was looking at us." "Huh? Don't think I noticed." "Well look again." George looked, at first not seeing anything weird, but then he saw the man look at him, looking straight at his exposed body, then at Peter, then at a few of the other boys, his beady eyes soaking in the display of glistening bare boys. Then George looked over to the twins and Peter, and the look on their faces told all four boys that they all knew who was in the changing room with them. *** "So, what? We tell our parents that there's some strange man creeping on us? And get the police involved? Do you really want all that hassle for one dude who hasn't even done anything beyond looking at us?" George protested "Well, we need to do *something*," Jack insisted. He had arranged for a meeting for all the boys who went on the same swimming lesson slot on a Friday after school. There were ten boys in total, ranging in age from nine to eleven, all gathered round each other at a local park on a late Tuesday afternoon after school. Most of the boys went to either the twin's school or Peter's school, so it was easy enough to contact them and pick up the rest. "Surely we've all noticed this dude, right? This... pedo, lurking around when we finish swimming, right guys?" There were a few nodding heads, but not every boy was on the same page. "I've no idea who you're talking about," one of the younger boys chimed in, nine-year-old Jeremy, a dark haired boy with a sprinkling of freckles across his face. "This all just seems rather confusing." "No, I know who he's talking about," stated another nine-year-old, the same boy who the twins noticed the pedo staring at. "I'm Carter, in the same class as Jeremy and the same school as Peter. He's the one who told me about the meeting," he said, indicating to the blond ten-year-old, "and as soon as he described the pedo, I instantly knew who he was talking about. I saw him look at me for so long as I was getting changed." He shot a nervous look at Peter and the twins, seeking validation. "Okay, but what are we gonna do?" George asked. "I mean, I'm a little creeped out by this, but isn't this taking things a bit too far? It's a public gym, not much we can do. And I really don't wanna get the police involved." "I don't either," agreed Brian, "but we don't have to. Jack and I discussed this, and we have a plan. We don't even need to tell our parents. It's very simple: all you gotta do is act normally after swimming lessons, then when Jack gives the signal by holding up his arm, everyone walk slowly towards either the same bench as the pedo, or the one right in front of him. Then Jack is going to hand him a note that says, "We know why you're here, pedo," then you all just continue to get dried and changed as normal, with your stuff at the bench near the pedo." "Most likely he won't take the note from my hand," Jack elaborated, "so I'm just gonna set it down on his bag or something. He'll be staring at me while I'm naked, so I'm sure he won't miss that," he smiled, earning some nervous laughter from the crowd. "We'll see what he does then, hopefully he'll get the message and stop bothering us, and we won't have to involve anyone else. Does that sound like a plan?" A few cheers went up, and the twins let out a sigh of relief, knowing that they were all on board with it. "Honestly, I'm kinda looking forward to it," grinned George, "it'll be fun to grab that pedo's attention with me being naked, only for time to read that note." "Yeah, totally!" Brian exclaimed. Jack laughed along, although he was having a hard time deciphering how serious George was. _Grabbing the pedo's attention with me being naked... that does sound fun, yes, and... exciting?_ When he was talking this through with Brian, he knew that getting his parents and the police involved would only further complicate things, but actually the main reason for this plan was because Jack had spent the past few weeks toying with the idea of enjoying the exposure, and that the feeling of excitement that he got in some of his dreams may even be related to the pedo. _I kinda like how he looks, after all._ *** Just like that, the next Friday rolled around. The casual atmosphere that normally surrounded the boys after a period of swimming lessons was subdued; while some of the boys tried to maintain the light-hearted banter, others were feeling tense at what was about to happen. Jack didn't utter a word once he arrived at the pool with Brian, and could barely concentrate on what the instructor was barking at him. _How will the pedo react? Will he attack us? Kill us? Or even... rape us?_ He had heard adults and older kids using the word `rape' before, but he wasn't entirely sure what it meant. All he knew was that he was scared to death, wondering how crazy he must be to want to do something like this. _This guy's clearly a monster, licking his lips, waiting to kidnap us or something._ And yet, a part of him wanted it to happen, to expose himself in front of the pedo and to let him know that he knew what the man was doing, that he knew this random guy found him... _hot? Is that what I am?_ It was the longest thirty minutes of their young lives, but finally swimming lessons were finished for the day. The girls headed towards the female showers and changing room with their usual high spirits, but the boys only exchanged a handful of words between them, their dripping, tender legs feeling like jelly as they walked over to the male showers. Brian bounded into the changing room before anyone else and scanned the place for the pedo. _Well, well, look who decided to show up,_ he smiled as the now familiar tall figure with that mop of brown hair sat his bag on his usual spot at the bench. Not wanting to hang around, he darted back into the showers. "Yep, he's here," Brian alerted the rest of the boys. "Should we try to talk more like we normally do?" questioned Peter. "I feel like the silence might be, I don't know, suspicious?" "Good point," George commented, "so, what's everyone's favourite dinosaur?" A few of the boys laughed, easing the tension. "Stegosaurus!" exclaimed Jeremy. "Wait, really?" Carter looked at the freckled-faced boy. "Yeah, because they can protect themselves from any predator with their sharp tail and hard skin. And eating plants is way easier than having to hunt." "Well, I'll be a T-Rex and eat you up!" he shouted, and the two nine-year-olds started pretending to fight like prehistoric reptiles in the showers, snapping and nipping their small, nimble hands at each other's fatigued arm and tummy muscles. "Eep!" squeaked Carter as Jeremy pinched his lower flanks. "What?" "That tickles," the boy giggled, a phrase that didn't go unheard outside the shower area. One by one, the boys filtered out. The twins took a spot directly opposite the bench that the pedo was at, ensuring that they were in full view. They dragged their boxer speedos down to their ankles and slipped them off, before wringing them while facing the pedo and watching out for those eagle eyes darting all over the place. _Yep, he's definitely checking us out,_ Jack thought as he grabbed his towel and dried off his hands, wrapping it up so that it wouldn't dangle in front of his body, and watched. The pedo sat there, eyeing up the boys in the changing room, like a lion stalking a pack of zebras. Jack was painfully aware of the hungry eyes glaring at his glistening body, his toned boy muscles shining through his smooth tummy, his small dick hanging like a little worm. _Perhaps he'll try to kidnap us all, starting with me... or starting with poor Carter and Jeremy, he sure likes to stare at those two!_ Finally, when his hands were dry, he looked over at Brain, who nodded in approval. Acting as naturally as possible, Jack raised his arm up. At first the pedo didn't notice the boys slowly descending onto the bench spaces near him, but when he looked up and saw five boys on the same bench as him, and another five on the adjacent bench, with all ten boys looking at him, he froze. The changing room was eerily silent, apart from the noise of Jack opening his bag and reaching for the note. It was only about three or so metres to walk from bench to bench, but it felt like an eternity. And when Jack got closer, he saw the expression on the face of the pedo turn from one of hunger and satisfaction, to one of fear. The pedo was frozen on the spot, save for the nervous shake in his arms and legs that had developed. Before he knew it, Jack was face to face with the pedo, his naked body dripping right in front of the man, determined to look strong. Not wanting to waste any more time, he shoved the note in the pedo's hands. *We know why you're here, pedo* It was as if time had stopped. Nobody said a word, everybody stood still, anticipating who would make the next move. The pedo continued staring at the boys, but in a very different manner than before. Suddenly it was as if he was the prey, and the boys were out to get him. Gulping several times, the man grabbed his bag -- still with that almost nervous shake -- and walked towards the shower area. It took a surprisingly short amount of time for the boys to start talking again. The younger ones, being content with scaring off the pedo like that, continued their game of dinosaurs. "T-Rex is gonna get ya!" yelled Carter and jumped at Jeremy, using his towel as a weapon. Jeremy yelped in a mixture of fear and delight -- but mostly delight -- and grabbed his own towel to defend himself. The two nine-year-olds quickly got engrossed in their game of towel slaps, bounding up and down the changing room. A few of the other boys started mucking about, and even George and Brian engaged in a battle of towel warfare. Everyone was relaxed. Well, almost everyone. "Hey, nice job Jack, you really did scare him away!" Brian complemented his brother. "Yeah, I guess," he mumbled. "Are you not happy? The plan worked, after all." "Yeah, it's just... what now? He didn't run off, he's still there by the showers and toilets. What's he doing, planning his next move? Is he gonna come and carry out a sneak attack?" "Well...." "I'm gonna check on him," he stated while pulling up his grey briefs, tucking in his little pecker into the underwear. "What? Jack, seriously? You saw how he was looking at us!" The ten-year-old knew this was insane, but he wanted to check the shower area for two reasons. First, because he wanted to alert the rest of the boys in case the pedo was planning on an attack, and if he had any guns or knives or whatever. Second, because before today Jack -- and presumably the rest of the boys -- considered the pedo as a monster, a wild animal whose only purpose in life was to stalk and eventually do horrible things to children. But when he shoved that note into the pedo's hands, he saw something else in that face; genuine fear, almost as if he wasn't so scary. And he looked younger up close, a lot younger than Jack initially imagined. He saw the knife before he saw the pedo. A sharp kitchen knife, but it wasn't aimed at him. The pedo was holding it against his neck, while sat on the floor with his legs tucked in. As Jack got closer, he saw that the man wasn't just holding it against his neck, but he was trying to force it through, drawing blood. The dark haired boy also started to hear whimpers of pain and sniffs of tears as he edged closer, and watched in horror as the pedo dragged the knife across his neck, wincing in pain. "Hey, stop!" Jack couldn't stand it anymore. He sprinted towards the pedo and yanked the knife off of the man, who had such little strength left that the boy easily grabbed it from his grasp. Jack threw the knife away and looked back at the pedo, who looked so different compared to all the times he stood out there in the changing room, watching the boys like a hawk. Now he looked so helpless; tears rolling down his cheek, blood dripping from his neck, arms shaking like mad. Wiping his wounds, he broke the silence. "Why?" "Why what?" Jack replied, softly and quietly. "You grabbed my knife off of me... saving me. But didn't you want me to die?" "I, well --," "Didn't you all want me to die?" he yelled, loud enough for the rest of the boys to hear him. "Didn't you all plan that because you were all scared of me and wanted me to FUCKING DIE?!" Brian, Peter and George peeked around the corner, seeing the pedo hunched on the floor in an absolute state with Jack standing next to him. "Jack!" hissed Brian, "get over here, now!" His twin brother shook his head. "I don't think he's gonna hurt us." "Get those other boys in here, then, if you believe that," said the pedo, "because I have a story to tell. And Jack -- that's your name, isn't it? -- grab that knife over there. Just so your friends feel safe." Jack walked back to the main changing room area, trembling from the shock -- or was it guilt? -- of seeing the man like that, and gestured to the other boys to get to the shower area. Soon the ten boys that had schemed to out the pedo were all standing around him, watching on as the guy who they once thought of as a silent predator was sat on the floor, wounded and helpless. "So, you've all caught on," the man croaked in between tears, "you've all figured out what I've been up to. You probably think of me as some sort of monster, an old, dodgy guy who's out to get you, right? And you probably planned this, or at least the older ones did, in order to get rid of me, right?" The boys stood there in deafening silence. The twins looked as if they might vomit, with no notion that their plan would cause anything like this. "Well, congratulations. You've won. I'm not gonna come here anymore. But before I leave, I want you boys to know the full story." He cleared his throat. "My name is Carl -- there, you don't have to refer to me as `random pervert who's after children' or whatever the fuck you boys called me. I'm eighteen years old...," _Jesus, that's far younger than I thought he was_, thought Jack. "... and it wasn't that long ago when I was your age. Or, well, I was slightly older when it started. I was thirteen when I noticed who I was. Who I was attracted to. You lot know what that means?" There were a few murmurs and nods from the older boys. "So yeah, I was learning about all those feelings. Most of my mates were attracted to girls, but I was attracted to other boys --," "So you were gay?" George asked. "Yes and no. And there's nothing wrong with being gay, I hope you all realise that. Some of you might even turn out to be gay," Carl commented while scanning the room, and Jack shuddered when those eyes met with his. "So anyway, I knew that I was attracted to boys. But here's the catch; even at thirteen, I knew that something was up. Because most of the boys I was interested in weren't my age. They were *younger* than me. Sometimes as young as five. By the time boys got to my own age back then, they were too old for me. Most of them, anyway. Some still looked young enough to be hot. "But time went on -- fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen years old -- and I still had this attraction to younger boys. Once they hit puberty, the interest would disappear." "What's puberty?" Jeremy asked. "Something that happens to you when you get older. You'll learn about it soon. So anyway, here I am, slowly realising that I have this drive, this attraction, towards boys much younger than me. I have dreams and fantasies about doing things with boys. Things that would excite me like nothing else. And I'm told that I can't have these things, because little boys and little girls aren't ready for those things with adults. I'm not saying I disagree with that, but it's still hard to accept." Carl was getting more emotional, more tearful, and Jack found himself inching closer to the man, who suddenly felt much more relatable than before. "Because I was surrounded by peers, by the media, by society, who would constantly go on about sex and relationships, as if they were the best things ever. Everyone around me would at some point bring up the topic, and I felt so alone, because I couldn't talk about the people who tore at my heartstrings. Everyone else can have what they want... everyone except people like *me*. How is that fair? How is that bloody fair?!" he yelled, crying more audibly now. "So I thought, well, if I can't be with a boy, I may as well try and find ways to... fulfil my desires, if you understand. I started on the Internet, looking at various images... nothing illegal, or at least it didn't look illegal. But then when I joined this gym, I learned about these swimming lessons and I thought I'd see what they were like. And they've been fucking fantastic. Getting to see you lot completely naked right in front of me, seemingly without a care in the world. I thought, I'll take this, it's something to look forward to every week, something from my miserable, lonely life that I can actually enjoy. "I had no clue, no damn clue that I was freaking you all out, making you feel scared, that I was out to get you. I only ever wanted to look. I only ever wanted a form of release that wouldn't harm anyone. But now look what I've done. You all think that I'm a monster, and everyone else will find out. I'm done for. There's no hope for me now. No point, now that I have this label. Fucking hell," he cried, weeping into his hands. "Just go away, dammit! Now that you know the story, give me my damn knife back and let me die alone! It's what I deserve, anyway." For an eternity of two or three minutes, the boys stood in awkward, piercing silence. None of them expected anything like this to happen. The twins looked at each other paralysed in shock. Some of the boys started to slowly back off, but stopped when Jack broke the silence. "Listen, Carl...," he started as he inched closer to the man. "Didn't you hear me? You're obviously creeped out by me, so just go!" "No, we're not. I mean, OK, maybe a little bit. But... just listen, OK?" Carl sat up straight, and didn't react with Jack sat beside him. "Alright, I'm listening." Peter opened his mouth to speak, but Brian nudged him in the ribs. "What?" the blond boy protested. "Let Jack speak," whispered Brian. "I don't know about you, but this has gone way beyond us catching a pedo." Jack looked at Carl, and Carl forced his head around to look back. "When I first saw you, just under two months ago, I thought you were creepy," the dark haired boy began, "I kept getting paranoid about you trying to catch us. But here's the thing; I was always the most paranoid. My twin brother, Brian...," "I already know your names," said Carl, propping up a weak smile. "I've been here so often that I've picked up on them." Quiet, nervous laughter echoed from the boys. "Anyway, Jack, continue." The ten-year-old smiled. "So, Brian would tell me that I was thinking about it too much. George and Peter didn't even notice you until a few times of you being here. And hearing you tell your story, that you were never gonna hurt us, I knew then that we messed up, that I messed up. None of us wanted you dead, or hurt in any way. We just wanted to scare you off, partly as a fun joke, partly as way to get you away without involving anyone else. And that was when we thought you were dangerous. We know now that you're not." "Yeah, I don't think you're dangerous," Brian chimed in. "And Jack was totally paranoid, he was acting ridiculous, honestly," he snickered. Jack shot a playful look at his brother. "Seriously, I don't think you're a bad person. Our fear came from thinking you were gonna hurt us. But if you were just gonna look at us then, well, it's weird and whatnot, but not dangerous. I could live with that." "I agree," joined George. "Dude, relax, you're fine. I honestly never cared that much. You never hurt me. And for what it's worth, you can come as many times as you want and look at me if that's all you're gonna do." Jack put his arm around Carl's shoulder. "We're here for you. Nobody here thinks you're a monster anymore. We're not gonna tell anyone, and this can be our secret. And from now on, if you ever come see us on a Friday after our lessons, we won't judge you." "Yeah, I'll make sure to get naked right in front you, perv!" laughed George, lighting up the mood. "Nah, Carl, you're not a perv. Well, maybe a bit, but we're cool with that." "We'll all get changed in front of him!" exclaimed Peter. "Yeah!" exclaimed Carter and Jeremy. Carl smiled, a genuine smile. Then he chuckled, and looked at the boys. "Thank you, I... I'm speechless, honestly. Never in a million years would I have thought anyone would be cool with me, the real me." Jack reached over and hugged Carl, and the eighteen-year-old felt the warm, smooth body press against his own, and the man cried tears of happiness. Or at least, mostly tears of happiness. There was still a nasty wound on his neck, and Carl winced as Jack brushed against it. "Oh sorry," the boy said quickly. "No, you're alright," Carl reassured. "Well, boys, I still think I'm dreaming. I can't thank you enough for accepting me... all of you accept me, right? Because even if one of you is uncomfortable with me being here, I won't come back. It won't be fair." Nobody said anything. "So, you really all are cool with me being here? I need to be one hundred percent sure." "Yes!" they all said, mostly in unison. "Alright, alright, well listen, I need to head on now. Gotta get this cut taken care of." "Wait!" shouted Brian. "What?" "I have an important question. Out of all of us, who do you think is the hottest?" Everyone in the room burst out laughing, even Carl. "OK, uh, damn this is tough. I think you two, Jack and Brian, would almost certainly be number one if you were a couple of years younger... no wait, Peter, you would be number one if you were a couple of years younger. The three of you are still incredibly hot. But... ah, I think I'll go with Carter, and Jeremy is a close second." "Yippe! The pedo thinks I look the best!" Carter shouted, and the boys started laughing again. "I wouldn't brag about that to your friends, bud," giggled Carl. "Anyway, seriously, I need to get home and get myself cleaned up. You lot take care of yourselves." "Byyyee!" the boys said, this time perfectly in unison. "See y'all next week!" exclaimed Carl. *** A couple of months had passed since Carl became friends with the boys at the pool. During that time, each boy looked forward to getting out of the pool and seeing their favourite pedo in the changing room. The first week after the note incident, George and Peter rushed to same bench as Carl with the twins taking up the bench in front of him. All four boys deliberately took their time drying themselves, ensuring that their damp, naked bodies were in full view of Carl. The eighteen-year-old sat there with a smirk on his face, not believing his luck with the dripping wet hot boy bodies so close to his face. "Psst, Brian," Carl whispered as the ten-year-old shook his butt in full view, "don't make it so obvious!" He couldn't help himself but laugh at the absurdity of these boys acting as his personal strippers. "And besides, I'm not really that into butts." "Oh really?" Brian mused. "Well, I'll just stick to this then," and he slowly thrusted his pelvis less than fifty centimetres from Carl's face, his skinny tummy and thin pecker jiggling about. George and Peter slowly copied Brian, and Carl couldn't help but stare at all the dancing tummies and small, hairless boy cocks. "You boys are nuts," he giggled. "Yeah, we're *nuts*!" exclaimed George and thrusted faster, playing with his tiny ballsack. The other boys were laughing with George, and Carl just sighed at the sight of it all. The following week, Carter and Jeremy took their turn in the spotlight. Carter made sure he was up right next to Carl on the bench, and slowly dried himself off, even daring to `accidentally' brush his arms and legs against his admirer. Just when Carl thought things couldn't get any better than a supple, slender little boy body right up next to him, Carter whispered, "Touch me!" Carl looked at him as if the boy had just grown three heads. "Wh... what?" "Go on, touch me, feel me up. I want you to," he grinned. Carl still looked uncertain, and tentatively raised his hand and stroked Carter's tummy, feeling the soft, warm texture of prepubescent boy skin. He let out a little gasp when his fingertips passed through the nine-year-old's belly button. "Holy fuck," muttered Carl, not really meaning to. "You liiiike it hehe?" asked Carter, giggling from the caresses on his belly button. Carl nodded, and smiled at the boy's giggles. "Does that tickle?" "Yesssss," he snickered, and Carl absorbed the boy tummy softly vibrating from the gentle tickles. Still transfixed, he slid his hand down to the boy's tiny dick and felt it within his grasp, the little organ so soft and squirmy. Before he had a chance to make it hard, Jeremy butted in. "My turn!" he squeaked, and walked briskly until he was right next to Carl, propping the front part of his naked body towards the man's face. Without needing to be told twice, he pressed his hand on Jeremy's skinny tummy and stroked the slightly outie belly button with his thumb. He was in heaven, never in a million years did he think he would get this lucky. _Both of them, Carter and Jeremy, their tummies are so fucking hot, so tender, and those tiny boy cocks, good Lord_. He lowered his hand and cupped Jeremy's skinny noodle, feeling it bob and slide in his grasp. Jeremy let out a small gasp, looking as if he was in heaven. The next few swimming lessons were full of each boy taking their turn in getting felt up by Carl. He would never forget the feeling of dipping his fingers in George's innie, or feeling his way around Peter's and Brian's slim, long tummies, but the boy who was burned into Carl's mind the most was Jack. For whatever reason, he looked more nervous than the other boys, not because he was more afraid of Carl, but the eighteen-year-old sensed that Jack had thought about this a great deal more than the other boys. Out of all of them, his dick was the only one to get slightly hard when it was played with. _I love him_, Jack thought to himself. _Oh shut up, you barely know him. I mean, sure, he seems like a decent guy after the note incident, and sure having him touch your body feels fucking fantastic, and sure you've been dreaming about being in bed with him ever since you saw him. But are you in love?_ The ten-year-old continued asking himself questions as he quietly moaned and sighed in pleasure at having his body played with, giggling a bit as Carl ran his fingertips down his sides. "Oh, so *you're* ticklish as well!" he beamed. "Heheheh yeahhh mayyybe heehhe," Jack giggled. "Oh he is, we still have tickle fights and he always laughs the most," said Brian mischievously. "Shut uuuup," muttered Jack. Before long, it was mid-December and the last Friday of swimming lessons before the Christmas holidays rolled around. The usual banter of the boys showing off and getting briefly felt up by Carl took place. When they were finally dressed and heading home, Jack caught up with Carl in the hallway. "Wait!" the ten-year-old shouted. "Huh?" "I discussed this with a few of the other boys, and we'd all like to meet up at some point over the holidays. We all agree that, while being in the changing room with you is fun, it's also too restrictive. We have to be careful about not spending too much time in there in case our parents start shouting at us, or making sure nobody else sees what we're doing. Remember that guy who almost walked in on you tickling Peter?" "Oh yeah, that was funny. Hey, what if he was a pedo? We could have a whole party in there!" he laughed. "Haha, that would be something," Jack laughed as well. "So anyway, we created a Discord group for us. Brian, George and Peter are already in it. I can add you, then we can chase down the other boys. "Sure, sounds like a plan!" Carl exclaimed and gave Jack his Discord username. "OK, until then, it's been great seeing you all after your swimming lessons, and I can't wait for the same thing to happen in January. See ya, Jack!" "See ya, Carl!" A few days later, Jack and Brian waited in their living room, each taking in turns pacing up and down nervously. They had organised a get together at their house with George, Peter, Carter, Jeremy and of course Carl saying that they would go. "Only 5 minutes," said Brian, looking at the clock. "Peter just said that he'll be ten minutes late," stated Jack, checking Discord. "Well, he was always the last one to arrive for swimming lessons." Just then, a knock on the door, and a familiar face greeted the twins when they opened it. "Carl!" they beamed. "Sup, boys!" "You're early," commented Brian, "not that we're complaining!" "Yeah, I guess I overestimated how long it'd take me to get here. Are you sure that your parents are out of the house today?" "Yep! They're at a Christmas party, and won't be back until around eleven tonight. So as long as everyone's gone before then, we should be good," Jack reassured. The door bell rang, and Brian opened the door to greet George. "Sup Brian," said the ginger boy, "and how's my favourite pedo doing?" he gestured to Carl with a wink. "Ha, well I'm just glad the semester's over. Got a good bit of time to relax before I have to start studying again." "You're gonna be too busy studying *us*!" exclaimed Brian, and gave Carl a hug. The teen stroked the ten-year-old's short dark hair, embracing the boy. Meanwhile, the door bell rang again, and this time Jack let in Carter and Jeremy. "Group hug!" yelled the nine-year-olds as soon as they saw Carl and Brian together, and in the blink of an eye the five boys surrounded themselves around Carl. He could barely move with all the boys hugging him tightly, Jack's face right in front of his chest and Carter's and Jeremy's faces squished into his sides. "Alright, alright," said Carl, "we have plenty of time for fun." As the boys gave him space, he looked at them individually, adoring their sweet faces. "So what do y'all wanna do? Besides getting molested, of course." They all laughed. "We have the Xbox, we can play some games," Jack suggested, "Brian and I have been playing a lot of Halo Infinite." "Oh, Halo!" Carl exclaimed, "one of my childhood games. I got Halo 4 for Christmas when I was nine, such an awesome game." He paused. "I have an idea." Just at that moment, Peter arrived. "Sorry I'm late," he said quickly as Jack let him in. "You're good, just in time to hear Carl's idea! What do you have planned, then?" Jack asked. "Boys, how do you all feel about playing some free-for-all Halo for my entertainment?" "Sure!" they all shouted. "Here's the catch; at the end of each round, everyone except the winner has to take off a piece of clothing!" A few smiles and giggles were exchanged. "But Carl, we've already seen each other naked, and you have as well," Brian pointed out. "I know, but the slow teasing nature of this game will still be fun!" They all piled into the living room. Ideally all the boys would play at the same time, but the twins had just the one TV and two controllers, with George and Peter bringing one each to make a total of four. So at the end of each round, two of the boys would swap out to let the other two play. The first round were the twins, Carter and Jeremy. Since it was winter, each boy was essentially wearing the same thing: jeans, a pair of socks and a long-sleeved shirt. In addition to the underwear, it would take five non-winning games for a boy to be naked. The first game was under way, on the map Aquarius. First to twenty kills would win. Jack picked up a double grenade kill on Carter and Jeremy, and continued on a streak, but he was narrowly beaten by his brother. "Boo-ya!" Brian yelled triumphantly, keeping up the rivalry between the twins. Jack, Carter and Jeremy took one of their socks off. The games continued. Brian and Jack were the dominant forces, having played several hours of the game already. George and Peter weren't bad, but couldn't quite match the skills of the twins. Carter and Jeremy had no hope. The two nine-year-olds didn't even own an Xbox and had never played a first person shooter before. It wasn't long before the two of them were just in their underwear, and the final game for them was drawing to a close. "Hell yeah!" cheered Jack, winning that game and forcing George to remove his jeans, along with Jeremy and Carter stripping off their underwear. At this point, Carl had lost all interest in the Halo matches. He just stared at the two naked boys, both sporting flat, skinny and soft tummies, Carter with a pale complexion and medium length dark hair, Jeremy with a slightly more tanned look and slightly shorter hair, and a sprinkling of freckles. _His face reminds me a little of a young Haley Joel Osment_, Carl thought to himself, looking at the freckle-faced boy. Jeremy looked back, and grinned. Not wanting Carl's attention to turn elsewhere, the boy started playing with his dick, bouncing it up and down, still grinning at the teen. Carl giggled back, before exaggerating licking his lips at Jeremy. Meanwhile, the twins exchanged two more victories. The first was won by Jack, forcing George to strip off his underwear and sit the next one out, and the second was won by Brian, leaving Peter to take off his underwear. Now there were four naked boys sitting on the sofa, watching the final match as the twins were down to just their underwear. "Mind if sit here?" Carl asked, gesturing in between Carter and George. "Anything for you, Carl," flirted the ginger eleven-year-old. He made room for the teen, but as Carl sat down, Carter jumped onto his lap. "He's mine now!" the nine-year-old insisted. "No, he's *mine*," retorted Jeremy and sat on Carl's right side, pushing Carter a bit to the left. "It's OK, I can have both of you on my lap." "But what about us?" George and Peter asked, and the two boys nestled themselves right beside Carl, hugging onto him. Now Carl had two small boys on his lap and another two slightly bigger boys right up next to him, all of them naked. Their smooth, warm bodies squirmed against him, and Carl wrapped his arms around Carter and Jeremy and stroked their slim tummies, eliciting soft giggles from the pair of them. He was about to unleash a full-on tickle assault when another yell of victory was heard. "HAH, take *that*, Jack, you suck!" Brian had just destroyed his brother, prompting Jack to remove his underwear. Truth be told, Jack wasn't paying attention to the game. He was sitting closest to the four naked boys sprawling over Carl, and he had a mad desire to join them. But even more so, he wanted to be the one right next to Carl, to feel his warmth. Now that he was naked, Jack walked over to the boy pile and cemented himself on George's lap. "Oof," the ginger boy grunted. "Bruh." "What? This is comfy, and you're nice and fat," Jack laughed. George was indeed the pudgiest in the room, but calling him fat was a stretch. The eleven-year-old was still in decent shape. "That's rich, coming from someone who couldn't score the easiest goal yesterday," George launched back. "Hey, the sun was in my eyes that time." "Yeah, sure," and jabbed his fingers into Jack's sides, causing him to spasm and shriek in laughter. "EhhehehHAHAH GEEORRRGE," squeaked Jack, fighting off George. "Hmmm, I think I've just thought of our next game," said Carl. "From getting to touch you in the changing room, I got the sense that you all seemed to be at least somewhat ticklish. And it's probably no surprise that tickling is kind of my thing. So, let's see who can go the longest without laughing, while getting tickled!" "Oooo," the boys jeered ominously. "Wait," said Jack, "let's do this in our room. I have something for this." He darted upstairs, and the gang followed. The twins' room was decorated with Fortnite, Minecraft and Chelsea FC posters, along with a sizeable desk with a laptop and two Switches. And of course, two beds and two chairs. Jack rummaged around one of the drawers until he found what he had been hiding from everyone, even his brother. "Uh, Jack, since when did you have those?" asked Brian with a puzzled look on his face, unsure what to think of the four soft handcuffs the ten-year-old had in his hand. Jack felt himself going slightly red in the face; in the excitement of finally getting to use these, he had forgotten how he was going to explain why he had them. "Never mind, that's not important," he said quickly. "Anyway, whoever is getting tickled can be cuffed to my bed." "Kinky," George muttered under his breath, and Peter and Brian giggled. "Who wants to go first?" Carl asked, feeling himself getting aroused just at the thought of this game. "I'll go," volunteered Peter. He leaped onto the bed and straighten his arms and legs, exposing his naked body. "Tie me down!" Carl didn't need to be told twice, and once Jack showed him how to use them, he tied Peter's ankles to the end of the bed using two of the cuffs and the boy's wrists to the other end using the other two cuffs. Helplessly bound, Peter had a nervous grin on his face. "Ready?" Carl asked. The blond boy nodded. The teen handed Jack his watch. "Use this to time how long he goes without laughing. I want my full attention on Peter," he grinned. Straddling over the bound boy, he started the countdown. "Three, two, one, go!" Peter shut his mouth tight in preparation, and the first several seconds weren't too bad. Carl took it easy, lazily gliding his fingertips across the long, taut boy tummy. He felt Peter ever so slightly squirm and flutter under his hands, quick small breaths as his fingertips passed around the blond's torso. Carl changed tactic, moving his hands faster, walking them up and down Peter's sides. The boy twisted and squirmed more vigorously, straining his face to keep his mouth closed. "Mmmmmphhhh," he wailed, shaking his head. "You're a tough cookie," teased Carl, and went for rapid strokes on and just under Peter's belly button with his right hand, and quick squeezes up and down the boy's right side with his left hand. Finally, Peter opened his mouth in laughter, the tickling sensations overloading his mind. "There we go! How long was that?" "Twenty-five seconds," announced Jack. "Me next!" Jeremy shouted, jumping onto the bed the moment Peter was untied and back on his feet. "Someone's eager," the teen commented. "Perhaps he's horny," whispered Brian, and everyone except the nine-year-olds burst out laughing. "What's a horny?" Carter asked innocently. "Never you mind. Now, Jeremy, let's get you tied up," said Carl while getting the boy's wrsist and ankles in place. Straddling over Jeremy, he started the countdown, "Three, two, one, go!" Wanting to keep things fair, he used a similar tactic to before. This time, however, Jeremy was already buckling and wheezing as he tried to keep his laughter in. Carl was only slowly tickling the boy's tummy, petting the flat belly button and prodding at the lower flanks, but the freckled nine-year-old was clearly more ticklish than Peter, as Carl didn't even need to pick up the pace for him to start giggling. "HeeeheHEHEHEH," squeaked Jeremy, tugging at the restraints. "Five seconds," declared Jack. "Aha, someone's very ticklish indeed!" Carl cooed. "It's always been my weakness," grinned Jeremy, as the teen undid the cuffs. "I'll go," declared George, "and truly live out your fantasies." "Oh George, you wee slut," Carl sighed, "you're always one to show yourself off for me." The pair of them laughed as the ginger boy was bound to the bed. "Alright, and... go!" George went for the same tactic as Peter, shutting his mouth to hold in his laughter. Carl brushed and squeezed his way around the thin layer of pudge on his tummy, paying attention to his deep innie. The boy held on strong, sinking his head back into the pillow and closing his eyes. "MmmmmmmMMMmmmm," he moaned in pleasant frustration as Carl crept up his flanks and scattered his hand all around his soft torso. "I'm gonna get you!" he teased, running his fingertips into George's underarms. Rapid tickle waves cascaded through the boy's body, but still he was determined to keep his laughter in. Even when Carl sprinted his hands up and down from the armpits to the hips of the eleven-year-old, even when his tummy panted and fluttered like mad, George wouldn't budge. Finally, when Carl attacked the area below his belly button, tickling the soft bit of skin, he broke. ".....hehehHEHEHHEHE. "Thirty-five seconds!" Jack exclaimed. "And we have a new leader! Well done, George," said Carl, tousling the ginger hair. "I'm glad he didn't go for *my* underarms," Peter whispered to George after he got up from the bed, "that's my worst spot. One time my friend tickled me under the arms while I was on a climbing frame, and I almost fell off!" "OK, who's up next?" Carl asked. No response. "Alright then... Carter!" The nine-year-old jumped onto the bed, and Carl tied his wrists and ankles down. "Three, two... wait, why are you laughing already?!" he accused as Carter started giggling. "I'm not even tickling you!" "You're close to it," the boy protested, his eyes lingering on Carl's poised hand, just a few centimetres away from his skin. Remembering what the point of the game was again, Carter shut his mouth. "Alright, three, two, one... go!" and the teen strolled his hand along the slim tummy, prodding and stroking the flat belly button. Already Carter was thrashing in ticklish agony, desperately pulling on the restraints. Carl went for rapid strokes, left to right on repeat over the tummy, while the boy shook his head as if there were a swarm of wasps on it. "HAHAHAHHAHAHAH," he broke into loud laughter as Carl dug into his tummy. "Seven seconds." "Not quite as ticklish as Jeremy, but still pretty ticklish! Now, just the twins left, I believe." Brian dandered over to the bed, helping Carl uncuff Carter. The panting nine-year-old wandered over beside Jeremy and gently poked the freckled boy just below the ribs. "Eeeepp," he squeaked, and poked back at Carter. While to two youngest boys engaged in chuckles and pokes, Carl set up Brian on the bed, after reminding the boy that he still needed to take off his underwear. While the teen thought that Carter and Jeremy were the two most attractive boys of the group, that was partly because they were younger and closer to his favourite age. The twins would've almost certainly been his favourite if they were three or so years younger, and even as they approached their eleventh birthday, their skinny figures and cute faces still broke Carl's heart. And now he had full access to Brian's naked body, the slim boy with a hint of muscles on his stomach gazing up at him in anticipation. "Three, two, one... go!" Carl began stroking Brian's supple torso, wiggling his fingertips in the small, swirled belly button. He felt the ten-year-old wriggle under his grasp, his torso fluttering as he glided his hand around the lower tummy and sides. Brian had his mouth shut, but it only took a slight increase in pace from Carl to break him. The teen scurried his hands across Brian's tummy, moving from the left side of the waist to the right side and back, and the boy buckled and shook his head in desperation. "HeehhaaaaaaaAHAHAHHHA," he laughed. "Twelve seconds," announced Jack. "Even at your old age, you're still very ticklish," chuckled Carl. "And I loved it! You're a much better tickler than Jack, and you weren't even trying that hard!" "Ha, thanks. Now let's find out if your brother is as ticklish as you are. Come over here, Jack!" Legs feeling like jelly, Jack nervously walked over to the bed. "Here, you time me," he said to Brian, handing him Carl's watch. Then he lay down on the bed, his heart racing as his wrists and ankles were secured. The eighteen-year-old marvelled at Jack. _Just as fine of a specimen as his brother, I love these two and their delicious, svelte bodies and their thin, hairless peckers._ Jack was equally captivated by Carl. _Even when I thought he was dangerous, I still liked him. I daydreamed about him so much, and now he's right here, waiting to touch me, just like in my fantasies!"_ "Alright Jack, ready... go!" The brown haired lad descended his hands onto Jack's body, hands that were now coated in sweat from all the naked boy bodies he had just tickled. He gracefully curled and prodded the slightly tanned tummy and flat belly button, soaking in the little prepubescent abs and V-line. Jack twisted his head, more desperate than anyone else to let this go on for as long as possible. The boy's tummy quivered in reaction to the light tickles, then as Carl picked up the pace he couldn't hold it in any longer, and let out a stream of giggles. "AehehehHAHAHAehehhe," he gasped, red in the face. As he calmed down, he looked across at Carl smiling at him and noticed his own dick. It was harder than before, and Jack had only recently learned what this meant. _I really do like him_, he thought, transfixed by his older friend. "Sixteen seconds," stated Brian. "So, in first place we have George!" Carl exclaimed. "Hah, losers!" the ginger boy yelled triumphantly. "Second was Peter, followed by Jack, then Brian, then Carter, and in last place we have wee Jeremy!" "Hey, I'm not wee, I'm taller than Carter!" He jumped up to his fellow nine-year-old and compared heights. "See?" "Eh, about the same height," commented Peter. "Grrrr," growled Jeremy, and punched the blond boy as hard as he could. Which wasn't very hard. "Dude, what are you doing?" Peter chuckled, and grabbed Jeremy, pinning the younger boy to himself. "I've got you now," he taunted and rapidly scribbled his free hand up and down Jeremy's chest and tummy. "HAHAHAHHAHA STAAAAAAHHHPPPP HAHAHAHAHAH," shrieked the freckled boy. George joined in, and soon poor Jeremy was double teamed. Peter held up his arms while George went for those defenceless, hairless armpits. "HAHAH NOOOOO HAHAHAHHA," he wailed, kicking his legs about like crazy. Eventually the older boys stopped the tormenting, and let Jeremy collapse on the floor. "I think he likes it," snickered Brian. While the rest of the boys had fun with Jeremy, Jack looked over to Carl. "So, what now?" The teen smiled back at his young lover, and removed his own shirt and shorts, leaving him in his boxers. "I can tell that I'm also thought of as hot, sweetie," he teased as he lay down on the bed. "Come on, I know you want to." Jack felt himself blushing, and slowly walked over to Carl, hypnotized by his beauty. _That's right, he's... hot!_ But before he got a chance, the other boys butted in. "Oooooo, look who's also stripping for us!" George cackled. Everyone looked up, and in a flash Carter and Jeremy bounded onto the bed, landing on top of Carl. The pair wrestled each other, rubbing themselves on the teen's chest. Their nimble legs and petite feet scrambled across Carl's hips and thighs, and the teen felt their tiny toes press against his legs. As they slowly calmed down, Carl gazed into their sweet faces, and stroked their cheeks and short, dark hair. "You two are lovely," he whispered, caressing the back of Jeremy's ear and neck, while running his fingers through the length of Carter's hair. After a hectic day, the nine-year-olds' energy reserves were finally depleting and the two of them simply rested on Carl. Carter slipped down a tiny bit on the teen's left side, exposing more of his soft, skinny tummy. Carl reached out and caressed it, eliciting only the most gentle of giggles from the boy. Not wanting to miss out, Jeremy also let himself slip down, and soon Carl was massaging two young boy tummies, feeling their warmth. Brian looked over at his brother. "You want to join in, don't you?" "Yes, but...," Jack started, then went silent. He followed his twin to the bed, and poked the two nine-year-olds. "Give us room, please," instructed Brian. "We can't have you hogging the pedo's attention." Carl chuckled, and Carter and Jeremy climbed back up on top of the young adult, allowing Brian to fit underneath Carter and on Carl's left side, while Jack slid underneath Jeremy and on Carl's right side. Now the teen had four naked, sweaty boy bodies right up tight against his own almost-naked body. Just when he thought his brain would explode, George and Peter moved onto the bed, squishing up next to Jack and Brian respectively. "I think we're gonna need a bigger bed," muttered Carl, as the seven of them just about managed to snuggle together on the bed without falling off. There was no denying that the eighteen-year-old was hard now, which didn't go unnoticed. "We've got you excited," snickered George, feeling Carl's erection as he moved his leg around the bed. "Damn right, and it's because you boys are so fucking hot." He made an effort to feel as much of the boys as possible. His left hand travelled through Carter's warm tummy and squishy dick, the soft noodle rubbing on his hand, and reached out along Brian's skinny dick and tummy before reaching Peter's equally small and skinny dick. Now there were three hairless cocks that randomly bounced against Carl's left arm as he rummaged through the supple tummies. He did the same with his right hand, scurrying through the treasure that was Jeremy's and Jack's slightly toned bodies and hairless noodles, before reaching George's delicious innie belly button. He reached down to the ginger's small cock, rubbing it with his fingers before travelling back up and letting his fingertips feast on the sweat inside the deep belly button. The boys shifted in position a few times. Brian made his way past Carter and positioned himself directly on top of Carl, looking down at the older one's eyes. Carl pressed his hands on Brian's hips and rubbed the boy up to the underarms and down to the hips, repeating a few times. He turned his head to the left to see Peter right up next to him, the muscular and skinny ten-year-old rubbing himself against Carl. His left hand ventured from Brian and onto Peter, feeling the lush tummy and hairless dick. Meanwhile, Brian's dick was gyrating on Carl's lower tummy, and the teen quietly moaned at the skinny pecker rubbing on his own skin. Meanwhile, George managed to sandwich himself in between Jack and Jeremy, and Carl used his right hand to rub up and down on the flanks of the three boys, continuing to moan as he embraced the different textures of tummy and boy dick within his reach. Nobody kept track of how long they kept this up. The boys constantly changed positions, giving Carl new areas to grab and rub. Sometimes he wasn't even sure whose foot was pressing against his thigh, or whose dick was getting harder than the one he previously felt, or who decided to grab his boner. _Probably George. Or Jack_, he thought to himself. Eventually, the energy rush of boy bodies squirming and piling on top of each other wore off, and Carl's moans grew louder and louder until he too calmed down. Soon, all seven of them just lay there peacefully, some of them closing their eyes for a nap. "I love you all," whispered Carl, a tear forming in his eye, "I love you all so fucking much. You have no idea how much this means to me, to be accepted by boys who I could only admire from afar at first, to be allowed to do this. You're all fucking amazing." _And you have no idea how much it means to me_, thought Jack, _I just wish I could have some alone time with you._ Carter was the first to speak. "I need the bathroom," he announced, prompting giggles from the other boys. "Piss on the bed," suggested George, "Carl's probably into that, he's just too embarrassed to tell us." Everyone broke down into hysterics. "To be perfectly clear, I am *not* into watersports," Carl stated. "But having said that, it might be a little hot...," "NO!" screamed the twins. "Not on my bed please, Jesus Christ," Jack yelled, trying to sound harsh but he was still in fits of laughter. Carter slid off the bed, still with a smirk on his face, and went to the bathroom. Some time later, everyone had their clothes back on. It was time for the four visiting boys to leave. "My dad's here," announced Carter. "I'm getting a lift with you, remember," said Jeremy. Then, to the rest of them, "thank you all, thank you Jack and Brian for letting us visit, and thank you Carl for all the... lovely moments." "Yeah, lovely moments!" Carter snickered. Carl smiled endearingly. "Bye, boys," he said, reaching for a hug. The nine-year-olds hugged him, and he felt their warmth ooze around him. "Bye, mate, today was awesome," said Peter, giving Carl a hug as well. George joined in on the goodbye hugs. "Bye, my favourite pedo. Hopefully we'll meet again soon." "Hopefully we will," said Carl. "Bye boys!" he waved as the four of them walked out, Carter and Jeremy getting into Carter's dad's car, while George and Peter walked home. Now, there were just three in the house. "Hey, why don't you stay for dinner?" Jack suggested. "As we said, our parents won't be back until eleven." "Awww, that's so kind of you," he beamed. "Do you boys cook or something?" "Ha, only if ready-made pizza counts as cooking," said Brian. "Hey, you're just as good as some people my age!" The three of them dug into their pizzas, and chatted about life. The twins talked about how much work they had to do for the transfer test, and how excited they were to start playing rugby at grammar school next year. "If we get in," Jack commented. "Oh, I'm sure you will! You're both smart cookies. I remember when I was your age, I was completely overwhelmed with all the work I had to do for the transfer test. I thought I wasn't good enough, but I got into the school I wanted easily. And now I'm at university, studying computer science." "Oh wow! I wanna work with computers when I'm older!" exclaimed Jack. "Well, it's not easy. But you can always message me if you want a hand with anything." "If we send nudes, would you pull some strings and get us in the university?" Brian asked. "Dude, I wish I had that much power," scoffed Carl. A few minutes of silence, then Jack spoke. "So, it was... difficult for you, when you were younger, right? When you first realised that you were a... pedophile." Carl looked at the ten-year-old, his eyes heavy with emotion. "Yeah, you could say it was difficult. I felt so alone, so helpless. I thought that I was doomed to never know what love is, to be discovered by my own friends and family. And every time I saw someone my age in a relationship with someone their age, it felt like a punch in the stomach, because I wasn't allowed to have that, and I had to somehow hide my true feelings from everyone. I had a massive crush on this boy at my school last year. He turned twelve around the time I turned eighteen. Mop of blond hair, big glasses, very hyper and nerdy. You could've sworn he was eight, rather than twelve. I loved him so much. He hung around the lunchtime science club that I used to help run, so I got to see him several times. I thought about trying to get his number or something, but I was too nervous. "And when I learned about your swimming lessons at the gym next to my university, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I thought it would be a fun way to finally get to see naked little boys in real life, not just half-naked ones on the Internet. You're all so fucking hot, and I didn't even stop to think that I was having an effect on you...," "But we're OK now," Brian reminded him. "That was when we thought you were a monster, and that you were planning to kidnap us. But you weren't. You were just trying to make the most out of your bad situation, and that's OK." Carl chuckled. "You have quite the emotional awareness for a ten-year-old." "Eleven in March!" "Yeah, whatever. Still young enough to be hot. Look, I can't thank the two of you enough, you've done so much for me. I still feel like I'm dreaming." They finished off their pizzas. While Carl ran up to the bathroom, Brian spoke to his brother. "Come on, Jack, just tell him. I could see you sitting in agony while he talked about feeling alone. You've been alone this whole time." "I don't know, what if he thinks I'm weird? What if he thinks it's a trap and runs out of the house?" Jack was mumbling, visibly upset. "You're scared, and I get that. But if he thought that any of this could be a trap, he would never have arrived. And he clearly doesn't give a crap about you being weird. We're all weird. Just look at what we got up to today!" Brian put an arm around his brother. "You got this," he whispered. A few moments later, Carl walked down to the kitchen. "I have... something to tell you," Jack said quietly. "And what is that?" the eighteen-year-old asked, intrigued. "I...," he stammered, his throat chocking, trying to fight back the tears. "I love you, Carl," he finally got out, and started crying. "Oh Jack, it's OK," he reassured, giving the boy a long hug. "Everyone's feelings are valid." Jack didn't say anything for a while, he just embraced his older friend. Hearing those words was all he needed; a massive weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. "You must've felt so alone, just like me." "Yeah. I even had fantasies about you, and part of me would get a little excited about getting to strip for you in the changing room," he said in a mixture of giggles and tears. "Awwww, that's cute. So we both think we're hot, then?" Carl laughed. "I guess," agreed Jack, gazing up at his lover. "Do you two want a room?" Brian suggested. The three of them laughed. "Alright, come on Jack, let's live out those fantasies of yours." He grabbed the boy's hand and led him upstairs, both of them giddy with delight. Jack felt a rush of adrenaline take over, and flung his bedroom door open. "Time to tease you," he winked at Carl, and slowly dragged his shirt over his head, revealing the slightly tanned, muscular abdomen and flat belly button that the teen knew and loved all too well. "Go on," the boy indicated, "sit on the bed." Carl obliged, and Jack walked gracefully towards his lover, shoving his tummy directly in front of the teen's face. "You like that?" "Oh yesssss," sighed Carl, sniffing and pressing his cheeks against the soft, warm skin. He placed his hands and slid them all around the exposed upper body, rubbing his fingers on the ribs, flanks and stomach area. Jack giggled gently whenever the hands passed just below his belly button. "Ah, your tickle spot," he cooed and ran his nose and lips down from the bottom of Jack's ribcage to the waistline of his jeans, soaking in the delicious tummy. "Take them off for me," insisted the ten-year-old. "It's hotter when you do it." "Very well then," said Carl, and slowly hooked his fingers along the waistline of the jeans and pulled them down, showing off Jack's long, skinny legs and navy briefs. _Even at ten, he still wears briefs. That's hot._ He pressed his hands on either side of the briefs and felt the material of them, all the way round to where they covered the small, prepubescent pecker. Jiggling with it a little, Carl moved his hands down the thighs of the boy, causing the legs to flutter a little. "So your thighs are sensitive as well, huh?" he asked innocently, and quickly scattered his fingertips up and down Jack's thighs. "Eeeeheheheheh," he squeaked, his legs dancing a bit. Once Carl got to the bottom of the legs, he got Jack to step out of his jeans, then the man grabbed the navy briefs and pulled them down. Already Jack's dick was getting hard, but even at its hardest Carl knew that it would still be quite small. He played with the excited boy cock, bobbing it about like a cat playing with a toy. He then dragged his hand up and caressed the front of Jack's tummy, massaging the belly button. The sizable, shallow outie felt like a gift from heaven, and Carl spent a few minutes just caressing the belly button, travelling down to the hard dick and repeating. "Come on, lie with me," he indicated, positioning himself onto the left hand side of the bed as viewed from the end. Jack joined in, lying next to Carl and leaving his jeans and briefs on the floor. Noticing that Jack still had a couple of tears on his cheeks, the teen wiped them off. "You're amazing, dude. No matter what you feel, you're worthy of dignity. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, and don't ever be afraid of who you are," he whispered directly into the boy's ear. "The same with you. You're not a monster. You've treated me better than any other adult has. I'm so happy we met, this is the best day of my life." Carl continued stroking Jack, running his right hand up and down the smooth body and caressing the boy's hair and cheeks with his left hand. They stayed that way for several minutes, just gazing at each other. Carl lost his own shirt and shorts, giving Jack a nice view of his body. The prepubescent pecker grew a little bigger, rock hard as Jack's crush stroked it. The ten-year-old couldn't stop staring at Carl, in love with everything about him. "Tickle me," said Jack, "but do it gently, so I just giggle softly." The boy grabbed the pillow from behind and lay on his back, so his underarms, torso, legs and everything in between was fully exposed. Carl didn't need to be told twice; he lazily circled his right hand around Jack's taut tummy, randomly digging his fingertips into the skin, making the boy jump with laughter. Every so often he'd slide his hand up and down Jack's side, feeling the boy quiver at the tickly sensations through his body. Upon reaching Jack's armpit, an audible yelp reverberated around the room as his arms twitched behind the pillow. "You're just so cuuuuute when you laugh and squirm," said Carl softly. He returned to Jack's tummy, caressing the middle section before bringing his hand down in between the boy's legs. Massaging the thighs, Carl felt Jack's dick and small ballsack brush against him, as the teen inched closer to the boy and wrapped his left arm around Jack's shoulders. Now Carl was stroking up and down from Jack's tummy to his thighs, gently pressing against the delicate skin and ensuring to give the hard little pecker extra attention on each journey. The ten-year-old continued to giggle and moan, lifting his hips up and down slightly. Slowly, Carl brought himself close enough to press his mouth on Jack's tummy. He swirled his tongue around the boy's belly button and kissed the smooth, hairless torso all over. Jack's moans were more audible now, with laughter thrown in there as he felt the teen's mouth nibble at his sensitive lower tummy and flanks. While Carl used his mouth to work on Jack's tummy, his right hand covered the boy cock and played with it, feeling the stiff pecker bob between his fingers. "Oooooo Carrrrllll," moaned Jack, louder as his dick was played with. The dark haired boy gyrated faster, in tandem with Carl kissing and caressing his tummy with one hand and jacking him off with the other. The teen kept at this pace, focusing on Jack's tummy and dick, until eventually the boy was brought to climax. "OOOOO CARRLLLLL OOOOOOOOO!" Moments later, Jack lay there peacefully. Carl went back to lazily circling the boy's tummy with his hand, letting his young friend recover. "Wasn't that nice?" "That was... fucking... amazing," he panted. The two of them just lay there for another several minutes, cuddling on the bed, their faces right next to each other. "You're so fucking hot," Carl whispered in Jack's ear, stroking the boy's torso all over, "and you know it. That's why I love you." He kissed Jack on the cheek. "And you've let me do this, that's why I love *you*," he replied, kissing Carl back. Some time later, Jack and Carl were fully dressed. They played a few Halo Infinite matches with Brian, and the pair of them snuggled together on the sofa, holding hands in between games. _Carter and Jeremy may be the hottest_, Carl thought to himself, _but I've fallen in love with Jack_. Eventually it was time for Carl to leave. "I better get moving. Your parents will be here any minute." He gave the twins one last hug. "Until next time, boys." "Bye," said Brian. "Love you!" exclaimed Jack. "Love you too!" shouted Carl as he made his way outside.