Date: Sat, 5 Nov 2022 13:21:10 +0000 (UTC) From: James Breitbart Subject: Skinnydip Creek Chapter 12 I spent one last night with Matty before leaving for Greece. We had to wake up early to get through security on time for our flight and said a slightly teary goodbye before Matty headed back to his house. It was our first time being apart, and even though I was excited for the trip, I was worried about how he'd fare without me. He said the counseling sessions seemed to be making his parents less angry, but I had no way to help from Greece if they hurt him again. My fears were assuaged somewhat when I called the house and Matty picked up (we had arranged to communicate using my phone, so his parents didn't get stuck with long distance charges), and I was able to enjoy the trip. My parents needed to spend the first day of the trip recuperating from jet-lag. I was apparently immune, so they gave me a key to the hotel and a subway pass and told me to be home by dark. I started out with a trip to scout out the hotel pool. It was too crowded with grown-ups and young kids for me to have much fun swimming, but I did meet a cute Spanish boy named Arturo who was able to convince his parents to let him explore the city with me. We got a few blocks away from the hotel and discovered a big park with some ancient ruins where we spent most of the afternoon. We made sure to be back by dark and found that my parents were much more rested. We ate dinner that night at the hotel's rooftop restaurant, which had a spectacular view of the Acropolis. Arturo and I went for a swim afterwards, finding that the pool was much less crowded after the younger kids had been put to bed and the adults had gone out to explore the Athenian nightlife. When we were tired with swimming we went back up to my room (we'd gotten a suite with separate rooms, whereas Arturo was stuck in a single room with his annoying younger siblings), ostensibly to watch television. I suggested that we'd be more comfortable if we ditched our wet bathing suits, which in short order led to ditching the rest of our clothes and to a mutual jerk-off session. The opening ceremonies were the next day (they included a very interesting tableau of men dressed as ancient statues that I'm sure didn't make the U.S. television broadcast), and I spent the next two weeks alternating between attending events (my favorite was swimming), touring the museums and ruins of Athens, and introducing Arturo to the joy of gay sex while my parents shopped and took advantage of the hotel spa. He was a year younger than me and a good deal less experienced, not having had the advantages of a Spanish equivalent of Skinnydip Creek in which to learn the ropes. I'm pretty sure he thought I was pulling his leg when I told him about it. After the closing ceremonies, we did a quick day tour of Mykonos and Crete, and then it was back to good old Bartlett. My parents were just as tired coming back to the Eastern Time Zone as they had been the first night in Greece, so they went to bed as soon as we got to the house. I had a romantic reunion with Matty, and then it was off to Scott and Ricky's. They had offered to throw a kegger to celebrate my return, which doubled as a last hurrah before they had to go back to Washington for the start of school. It went pretty much like the last kegger, except I got to top this time with Adam Fritz being the designated gang-bangee. When I'd finished with Adam, I grabbed a beer and sat down on one of the outdoor benches with Adrian and Scott, who filled me in on what had gone on in my absence. Apparently, Reverend Watkins' harsh rhetoric had upset the higher-ups in the Republican Party, who were trying to walk a fine line of reassuring the Christian Right that they weren't going to permit any sort of gay marriage while reassuring soccer moms that they weren't a bunch of raging bigots. They'd dispatched a team of political operatives to do damage control, which included giving the Wray County branch of the party strict instructions to back the incumbents in the upcoming local elections and hastily inviting Uncle Cecil to give a speech at the National Convention about loving his family even when he didn't necessarily agree with their lifestyles. He was probably just finishing at the same time his oldest son was getting off the bench to go inside and fuck Sarah Watkins on his dining room table. I got home late, and woke up late the next morning, but my parents were sleeping in, so it all worked out. At breakfast, mom was busy planning out the time we had left before school started. "We need to get you a haircut, it's getting a little shaggy." I was a couple of weeks overdue for my regularly scheduled hair appointment, which meant that my hair had gotten through the awkward phase of growing out while we were in Athens. "Actually, do you think I could grow it out a little?" I figured this was the best time to update to a more mature look rather than cutting it and repeating the growing out process later on. Mom sighed and looked at Dad, who responded "I don't see any harm in it if it's alright with your mother." "Okay, but you have to promise to take good care of it." "I will, Mom." I stood up and kissed her on the cheek, ready to begin my day, which I spent most of at the creek. I noticed that it seemed like more guys were wearing earrings than had when I left, and Jimmie confirmed that he and Adrian had both had some luck in getting their teammates to do it. "I talked to the guys on the varsity squad, and they're gonna do it after the first scrimmage as a team-building exercise." "Cool." The final Saturday of the summer was move-in day for boarding students at Ramsey. As a class representative for the First Frost Club, I was expected to volunteer to help first years get their stuff moved into the dorms. It was a good opportunity to explain the concept of the First Frost Club and reassure parents that the hazing element wasn't too serious. The first family I helped was the easiest. I'd gotten to know, and hook up with, Tony McLaughlin the last year, and his brother Julian had heard all about me and was eager to join the First Frost Club. Julian's roommate, Samuel Brezis, seemed less enthusiastic, but he didn't want to make waves, and took his shoes and socks off when Tony and I suggested he do so to start getting used to it. The rest of the move-ins went pretty much the same way. Ramsey mentioned the First Frost Club in its marketing materials, so it didn't come as a surprise to any of the new students, and I knew the power of peer pressure would get them through the initiation period. The rare student who didn't join the First Frost Club was usually unhappy about boarding school in general and would never be seen again after Christmas Break. We started the initiation process by telling each of the first years to assemble on the quad at dawn the next day. Not wanting to rely on a 12-year-old's ability to wake up with the sun, we would wake all the new students up by banging on their doors and escorting them to the quad, including day students. To avoid any conflict with his parents, I had Matty sleep over, and Sophia had another sleepover at the Crowders. She had actually been resistant to the idea of joining the First Frost Club, arguing that it was "goofy," until Matty had pointed out that she didn't like wearing shoes anyway. We set our alarm for 3:00 a.m. and slipped quietly out of the house to wake the other first-years I'd been assigned. For day students, we usually assigned the wakeup team kids they either knew already or had similar interests to. In addition to Matty and Sophia, I got Adam Fritz, Brandon Koch, and Jimmie's sister Gina, who shared my interest in music. Once our team of day students was assembled, we had them follow us through the dorms, where we banged on the door of each new student and informed them in as portentous a voice as we could muster that if they didn't follow us out to the quad, they would forever miss out on the chance to be a member. We started with transfer students, mostly fourth-years who had finished eighth grade in their original middle schools before starting at Ramsey, and then moved to the boys' and girls' first year dorms, which stood perpendicular to one another across from the admissions office. The whole assembly moved out to the quad, the new students getting their bare feet wet with the morning dew while the club officers faced them from the steps of the chapel. We were barefoot too to reflect the club's initial emphasis on solidarity, and everyone was in their pajamas except for a few brave students who'd gone out naked (these students would be watched closely for potential leadership positions, the idea being that willingness to show yourself nude in front of a whole class you'd just met the day before showed strength of character). As the first rays of sunlight began to illuminate the clouds above us in a brilliant orange hue, Isaiah began delivering his speech. It was the same every year, starting out by saying how fortunate we were to grow up in or come for our education to the glorious town of Bartlett and continuing into a history of the club. The speech concluded with a call for the new initiates to prove their worth by taking up the challenge of going barefoot until the first officially declared frost, after which they would deserve the title of membership in the First Frost Club. The speech was less convincing to those, like me, who had already been barefoot with rare exceptions since the last frost, but we kept it in because we felt like it build camaraderie. After the speech, every new initiate came forward to receive a red pledge pin from an `usher' stationed at the front of the crowd. This was technically the moment they decided to become initiates, although no one in living memory had ever actually backed out at this point. They would be expected to wear the pledge pin on campus throughout the initiation process, which would distinguish them from full members, who wore green pins and could decide whether or not to go barefoot (the school's colors were garnet red and emerald green to reflect the area's heritage of gemstone mining). Anyone wearing a green pin could give orders to a pledge, within reason, and expect them to follow it. Usually, these orders were to do something silly or embarrassing, although during my initiation I had gotten stuck carrying an upperclassman's books for her. Orders could be appealed to club officers and overruled if they were too demeaning or had the potential to disrupt instruction. I was back on campus the next day for chapel services. Pastor Greg had taken over as the new school chaplain and had asked me to serve as an acolyte for the first Sunday. The school had had a hard time recruiting acolytes for the Sunday service under the previous chaplain, who was older and not very popular with the students, and Pastor Greg hoped that I'd revive interest. Actually, he'd recruited all the Ramsey day students who'd been trained as acolytes at St. Joseph's, which had the useful side effect of freeing up slots for younger acolytes at St. Joseph's. For the first Sunday, I'd be serving with Adam, Mary, and Zoe Foster. Because attendance was pretty low, the chapel at Ramsey combined all the grades into a single Sunday school class, which meant that I got to sit with Matty. Mr. Koch came by to plug the confirmation classes starting up at St. Joseph's. I knew Matty and Adam were already signed up, but he didn't seem to get many takers. The service itself was sparsely attended (Ramsey required all students to attend a secular chapel service Wednesday afternoons at which a guest speaker or a student gave a lecture, but Sunday attendance had been optional since 1982), and the combination of late summer heat and the sound of a lawnmower in the distance lent a drowsy quality to the proceedings. After the service, we proceeded out of the sanctuary and onto the front steps of the church. I noticed the grounds staff had just finished cutting the grass and got an idea. As Matty was leaving the church, I whispered the first order of the initiation process into his ear -- to intentionally walk barefoot through the freshly cut grass until his soles were stained green. I gave the same instructions to Adam as we were changing out of our cassocks and, out of solidarity, went with him. We were all invited back to my house for Sunday dinner, and the three of us had some time to kill while Mom put together a Brunswick stew. We went straight up to my room and Matty and I went to work on Adam. He stripped off his church pants and shirt and lay back on a towel on the floor. Matty sat down on him to hold him still, and we each took hold of one foot and tickled him until he pissed his boxers. After that, Matty turned around and fed Adam his cock, while I lay back so he could give me a foot job. Once everyone had cum, we all cleaned up in the shower and got dressed. I changed into shorts, a t-shirt, and an anklet while Matty put his church clothes back on and Adam went commando under his khakis. We came back downstairs, looking sweet and innocent as could be, just as Mom was finishing lunch.