Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2022 22:49:30 +0000 (UTC) From: James Breitbart Subject: Skinnydip Creek Chapter 4 Saturday was traditionally the day my mom entertained Uncle Fred and Dad entertained Uncle Jack. They had volunteered to put their plans on hold to help me get ready, but I demurred, confident that I could handle it myself. The housekeeper had been through Thursday, so all I really needed to do was move all the breakable objets d'art upstairs, get the Xbox set up in the den, and make sure plenty of sodas were chilling in the fridge. My parents emerged from their rooms and said goodbye to Uncle Fred and Jack about an hour before the guests were due to start arriving and then started `freshening up' so they would look presentable. To reassure the other parents, mostly the Farrellis, they would be `present but not obtrusive.' I had told everyone except the Farrellis to be there before the time printed on the invitation so that we could go over the planning. The idea was to split into separate groups after dinner to give Amir a chance to get acclimated, and then for Adam to lead a gentle probe of his attitudes toward and knowledge of sex. I knew that Austin Fritz and the younger two Sandersons would keep the actual activity from getting too far out of Amir's comfort zone, but Adam, Matt, and Johnny would be able to get each other off if they wanted to. They had also been told to bring loose-fitting bathing suits and sleeping bags that could be written off as a loss if possible. We began the evening in the pool. It had been installed when my father first started showing signs of homosexuality in a vain attempt to keep him away from the creek. He hadn't used it much as a kid, but now my parents put it to good use for sedate pool parties with their friends and one on one skinny-dipping sessions with their lovers. I used it alone to practice my strokes without distraction, but I hadn't hosted friends there since I was old enough to go to the creek. We splashed around, trying to wear out Mike Sanderson, until we heard the Farrelli's Camry pulling into the driveway. I got out of the pool and walked out to the front lawn, where Mom was talking to Mrs. Farrell. Sophia was standing next to her brothers, looking surly. I shook Matteo's hand. "We're out back by the pool if y'all are ready to get wet." Amir stuck close to his brother at first, but gradually grew more confident and started clustering with the boys closest to him in age. At my signal, Austin Fritz whispered in his ear. Amir giggled, but shook his head no. We'd planned for this contingency, so Austin took it upon himself to swim over to where Adam and Johnny Lehman were playing pool ball and yanked down his brother's swimsuit. Adam retaliated by tossing his younger brother into the air and pulling the swimsuit up over his wriggling legs as he splashed back down. This set off a chain reaction. Johnny abandoned the game and pantsed Kevin, while the Sanderson brothers wrestled one another's trunks off. Kevin in turn pantsed Wyatt, who did the honors for me. I had hoped that the example would lead Amir to do it to his brother, but he was looking around hesitantly. Sticking to the contingency plan, I swam over to Matteo. He hadn't been in on the planning, but had obviously figured out what was going on, and he offered no resistance as I undid the tie on his bathing suit. Upon pulling down the bathing suit, I discovered that Matteo was quite well hung and uncut. This was unheard of among white boys in Bartlett (black boys, too, for that matter), and made him if anything more sexy to me. I couldn't look at it as long as I would have liked too, as I had to come up for breath and the chlorine was getting to my eyes. Putting the next element of the plan in motion, I whispered into Matteo's ear. "Go ahead and do Amir." He complied, removing his brother's bathing suit and tossing it on the pool deck with the others. I could tell that Amir trusted Matteo with something that otherwise might have upset him. We hadn't planned anything specific for this phase of the evening, so I suggested a diving competition. It would give me a chance to look at Matteo every time his turn came up, and we got several rounds in before it got dark. I insisted that everyone towel off and put on underwear before we went inside to spare the floors and furniture and phoned in our pizza order. After dinner, we set the younger boys up with the Xbox, and the teenagers gradually slipped off to the barn. "I think things are going well with Amir," I told Matteo, "Does he know about the `prank.'" "I told him it was my idea to keep him from being embarrassed." "And Sophia?" "She was mad about the sleepover, but she hasn't been talking about the creek as much. I think she feels a little guilty about what happened to you at the meeting. I don't think she was expecting those people to be on her side." That gave me an opening to deliver my prepared speech, a Cliff's Notes history of Bartlett covering Skinnydip Creek, local politics, my family's history with the Review, and the First Frost Club. "So that's why you guys are always barefoot." "Speaking of which," Wyatt interjected, "why don't you finally show us whatever weird foot sex move you were pulling on Jimmie." "Alright, hop up." Wyatt sat on a stool, giving me space to lie down and access the soles of his feet, which had gone gray from the barn's concrete floor. I pressed each to my lips in turn and cleaned them off with my tongue before sucking the toes and finishing up at the ankles. When I'd finished Wyatt, who'd clearly enjoyed it, I sanitized my mouth with a swig of beer and moved on to Kevin. Finally, I reached the moment I'd been waiting for, actual sensual contact with Matteo. He gave an appreciative little grunt as I worked on his perfect toes. "Oh, yeah. This feels really good." I spent several minutes on each foot, longer than I had with either Wyatt or Kevin. When I'd finally exhausted his feet, I moved up a little bit, pulling down his pajama bottoms. Matteo's erect cock flopped out of his boxer shorts, and I took it greedily into my mouth. I pulled down my own pants and masturbated furiously as I applied everything I'd learned in five years of sucking cock. Matteo was loving it. His grunts grew higher pitched and shorter until I finally tasted his salty sperm flooding my throat. That sent me over the edge, and I shot my own wad onto the floor of the barn as I swallowed. Kevin and Wyatt, who had begun jerking off as they watched, soon added their loads to the mess. Once everyone had recovered sufficiently, I lit a cigarette and we passed it around until I got a text from Adam that Mike Sanderson had fallen asleep, which meant that it wasn't long before the next phase of our operation. Adam's instructions were to coax the other boys into going to sleep and text me once he was sure Amir was asleep. I got the text about an hour later, and we tiptoed back into the kitchen, where I filled six plastic bowls with warm water. The Sanderson boys hadn't agreed to wet themselves on purpose, but Adam had convinced them to let us put their hands in the water, to test whether it actually worked. Wyatt held the basement door open and Matteo, Kevin, and I carefully walked down the basement steps carrying a bowl of water each. Matteo found his brother and gently placed his hand in the bowl of water. The boy appeared to be sound asleep. Adam had wound up in the same sleeping bag as Johnny Lehman, and I took care of him and while Kevin did his brother. Adam grinned as he let loose into his sleeping bag, and elbowed Johnny awake. Before peeing, Johnny rolled over so that his stream would wind up soaking Adam, who giggled slightly, earning him a shushing from me. We went back upstairs and made a second trip to take care of the Sandersons, before closing the door and going back out to the barn. I glanced over at the kitchen clock on my way out. It was only 10:13. "Amir didn't wake up?" I asked Matteo. "He was out like a log. He'd already pissed himself by the time we got there." "Good, then we don't have to worry as much about keeping quiet." "You have something in mind?" "Yep." I went to a panel on the wall of the pool house and flipped on the pool lights. I hadn't told the younger boys about them because we wanted to get them inside once it got dark, but the four of us teenagers could enjoy them now that we'd accomplished everything we set out to. Plus, it would give me the chance to check out Matteo's cock again, and to bump up against him every time I got the chance. We stayed out there for a couple of hours and got pretty pruny. I got sleepy earlier than the older boys but was trying not to let it show. It ended up being Wyatt who suggested that we turn in for the night, noting that he was starting to get cold in the mountain air. We all dried off quickly and clambered into our pajamas. "I'll share a sleeping bag with Kevin," Wyatt suggested, "and then the two lovebirds can share one." The remark was teasing but meant affectionately. I climbed into the sleeping bag with Matteo and laid my hand on his chest. To my surprise, I could feel that his heart was beating just as fast as mine. Between the beer I'd drunk, the tiredness, and the strength of my crush on Matteo, I was in a vulnerable state. "Are you attracted to me?" I asked in a hoarse whisper. "I just let you suck me, didn't I?" "I know, but around here the typical thing is for boys to suck or fuck each other and for it not to mean anything more." "I'd like for this to mean something more." "I would, too. I've known I was gay ever since I was little, but this is the first time I've had a real crush on somebody," I confessed, "and it feels like I can't control myself around you. It doesn't bother you that I'm younger, does it?" "Maybe it should, but I can't control myself either. How old are you?" "I turned 13 in March." "I turn 16 this Wednesday, so we're not quite three years apart." "At the creek, four years is usually the limit." "So, we're fine." "Do you want to be my boyfriend?" The fateful word escaped my lips without me pausing to think, and I waited with bated breath for Matteo's response. "Yes." He kissed the top of my head, and we went to sleep snuggled up in one another's arms. Ironically, I was woken up just after sunrise by my own straining bladder and woke Matteo up in the process of getting out of the sleeping bag. Yawning and stretching, he followed me into the house, and we used the facilities in turn before I started brewing a pot of coffee. "You drink coffee?" Matteo asked. "It's for my parents, but you can have some if you want." "I usually only drink it during the school year, but since it's there and we had a late night..." "Speaking of which, does last night's conversation still apply in the morning?" "Yes." I would have kissed him, but my breath was probably pretty rank from the combination of pizza, beer, semen, and sleep, so I settled for a hug. When the coffee had brewed, we went out to the barn to wake up Wyatt and Kevin. It was time for the big reveal. We went downstairs to the basement, not bothering to be quiet, and started removing the bowls of water from the younger boys' hands. I made sure to nudge Adam awake with my foot before collecting his, so that he could repeat his scripted lines. "Sonofabitch! They made me piss myself!" "Whaa...?" Matt feigned groggy incomprehension. "They pulled that trick with the bowl of water, and look, my pjs are covered in dry pee!" "Mine too," Johnny chirped. "Yeah," Amir interjected a little hesitantly. "Me too, because of the bowl of water." "Well, I must be immune," Matt responded, "because I'm as dry as your mom." Adam launched a pillow at Matt in mock anger while we hurried to dump the bowls in the sink of the basement bathroom. "What are you throwing that at me for?" Adam asked in mock anger. "They're the ones you should be mad at." We had just finished dumping the last of the bowls when the younger boys launched a retaliatory attack on us with their pillows, which devolved into a free-for-all until my dad came downstairs to see what the commotion was about. He politely suggested that we stop destroying his basement and come upstairs for breakfast. The four boys who had pissed themselves hurriedly changed into fresh clothes before doing so. Johnny had thought to bring a change of underwear, but the Fritzes and Amir went to breakfast commando style. After breakfast, Wyatt excused himself and Mom insisted on the Fritzes going through the shower. Since we attended the same church, they would ride over with us and go back home with their family after the service. We extended the same invitation to the Lehmans when their mom came to pick them up. Fortuitously, she had packed church clothes for them to change in the bathroom before hurrying over to the Methodist church in time for Sunday school but was easily persuaded to let them try out Episcopalianism for a day. The Sandersons were Adventists and had already had their fill of religion for the week. I tried to convince Matteo to come along, but he didn't want to show up underdressed. "All I have is a t-shirt and sandals." "Well, I'm going barefooted. We just have to make sure we're clean enough to pass inspection." Mom agreed that I could go to church without shoes so long as my feet didn't show any dirt, which required a visual inspection before getting in the car. I'd already told the Fritzes and Lehmans to take extra care with their feet in the shower to pass the same inspection and relished the thought of supervising Matteo in the shower. "Yeah, but you have nice clothes on." "God doesn't care what you're wearing." Little old church ladies were another story, admittedly, but if they raised questions, I could defend it as spur-of-the-moment evangelism. "I'm not so sure about that." Realizing that the issue might run deeper than clothes, I backed off. "Well, maybe you can come to youth group some time. No one dresses up for that." "Maybe." Matteo was noncommittal, and I could hear his mother's Camry pulling into the driveway. "Are you doing anything for your birthday?" "No." "Why don't you come here? I'm sure my mom would bake a cake for you." Matteo smiled. "Sure, I'd like that."