Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2022 23:05:11 +0000 (UTC) From: James Breitbart Subject: Skinnydip Creek Chapter 5 We had scheduled another meeting of the Steering Committee after Sunday dinner, during which Uncle Jack briefed us on the legal case. "There's a precedent in our favor, Dothard vs. Rawlinson. The Supreme Court held that women guards could be barred from certain jobs in men's prisons because of security concerns. I can make a pretty strong argument that girls in a creek reserved for male skinnydippers will present analogous concerns, and the bible-thumpers will actually help my case to the degree they get everyone up in arms about gay sex." "You think it's a sure thing?" "As long as it stays in the state courts. Federal we're either going to need to get lucky with the judge or make a strong case for the security need. My recommendation as the city's attorney has to be that the town attempt to negotiate a compromise that satisfies Mr. Farrelli and gets him to drop the lawsuit. If this case gets appealed, it's going to cost the town a lot of money and generate a lot of bad publicity." It was a subdued group that repaired to Dad's office. We had no idea what would be a sufficient compromise to get Mr. Farrelli to drop the lawsuit, and Uncle Jack seemed prepared to give up the creek to avoid bankrupting the town, and I couldn't really blame him. Things didn't get much better when Faith delivered her report. "It sounds like her dad needs the win. Once we'd gotten a couple of beers into her, she started going off on her parents. Among other things, she let it slip that her dad's firm gave him a choice between moving out here and taking on the emerald lawsuit or being fired. He's hoping for a big win to get back in their good graces. They were originally planning to sue the school for Matteo being bullied, and then this sort of dropped into their lap." "So, that's one more thing we have to worry about," Andy muttered. "I don't think Matteo will go for it," I responded. "He should be pretty much on our side after last night." Faith and Mary both grew nervous. "I don't know about that, Sam. I know you really like him, but Sophia said they did the same thing at his old school. He didn't want to do it at first, because he knew that would make the bullying worse, but they made him go through with it. If what Sophia said is true, they can be a little rough." "What do you mean, rough?" "Not, abusive, per se, but maybe borderline. Well, most of the time. She said there was one time Mr. Farrelli really lost his temper and give Matteo a black eye, and he had to say he got it from a bully at school." "Oh." I half-paid attention to the rest of the meeting. Isaiah officially changed the name of the Committee on Welcoming New Day Students and Their Families to the Committee on Welcoming New Day Students and Protecting Skinnydip Creek and charged Faith and I with recruiting a full membership roster and coming up with a compromise proposal that would protect the creek. Our new committee would meet regularly and provide updates via email, so the full committee wouldn't have to continue meeting outside its regular schedule. When Isaiah dismissed the meeting, I realized with some embarrassment that my eyes had grown moist. Mom immediately noticed that I was upset when I went into the family room. "What's wrong, sweetie?" "Matteo...it sounds like his parents hit him." "I'm so sorry." She pulled me into a hug and my tears escalated into a full-on crying session. Letting it all out made me feel a bit better, and I went upstairs to wash my face and change out of my church clothes. Not in the mood to go to the creek or hang out at a friend's house, I worked on a list of potential subcommittee members until it was time for youth group. Given the potential need to rally public support, and mindful of the lessons on politics I'd imbibed from Uncle Cecil, I decided that interest group representation was of paramount importance. I assumed getting support from adults in the Baptist, Pentecostal, or Adventist churches would be a lost cause, so I concentrated on those with a chance for success. The Episcopalians and AME were already represented by myself and Faith. I decided that Jimmie Clements would make a good representative for both the Methodists and the football team (thanks to scholarship money, Ramsey's team was a good deal more successful than the public school's, and a point of local pride even for those who had no other connection to the school). Although he was in the same grade as me, Erik McCall would be useful because he was captain of the Lower School Baseball team, and still had plenty of ins in the county's Little League. Plus, he was Lutheran, and I knew he attended their youth group regularly. Adrian Concepcion rounded out the group nicely, given that he checked multiple boxes. He was Catholic, Hispanic, leaning heterosexual, captain of the JV soccer team, and had a sister in public school who could serve as a liaison. I called them the next morning and they all agreed to meet at 2:30 on the square, where the girls were already waiting for us. Faith had taken a different approach to recruitment, focusing on skillset over logrolling. Emma Moore oversaw the op-ed page of Ramsey's school newspaper, Lucy Cash was president of the League of Future Women Voters, and Lizzie Hensley had fundraising experience from her time as head of the local Girl Scout troop. The eight of us decided to begin our work in the library and spent the better part of the afternoon reviewing microfiche newspaper articles for any historical precedents that we'd previously overlooked, until Lucy asked me to watch her purse. "I just need to go to the lady's room. I'll only be a second." "That's it!" I earned myself a shushing from the librarian and the rapt attention of my peers. "What?" Jimmie asked. I continued in a library-appropriate whisper. "Men and women have had separate bathrooms and locker rooms since the beginning of time, right?" Everyone nodded, gradually realizing what I was getting at. "And no one's had a problem with it, and no court's going to create a precedent that men and women have to share the same bathroom. So, if we can get the town council to designate an area for girls to skinny dip, then there's no discrimination and no grounds for a lawsuit." "The preachers are going to be even more upset about that than the boys," Lucy pointed out. "Well, that's why we need to be persuasive." Emma worked with me to type the proposal into something official sounding that we could present at the town council meeting, and I went home that evening much more optimistic about our chances. The next day was dedicated to preparing for Matteo's birthday. First, I stopped by one of the tourist shops in town to buy his present, a leather anklet that I thought he'd look sexy in. Then, I went off to find Matteo himself. Mom had tasked me with asking what he wanted for his birthday dinner, and I figured it was better to bring the situation with his parents up now than during the dinner. I found him on campus again. This time he'd brought a camera. "What'ch you taking pictures for?" I asked. Matteo shrugged. "It's a hobby. I was in the photography club at my old school." "Cool! You'll have to show me some of your pictures." Matteo frowned. "We threw them away when we moved." "Oh. Well, maybe when you get those developed..." there was an awkward silence that I was the one to finally break. "So, your sister was quite talkative at her sleepover." "Did she tell you enough to stop the lawsuit?" "She told enough to make me worried about you." The blood drained from Matteo's face, and it was obvious that he knew exactly what I was talking about. "She shouldn't have told you that." "Is there anything I can do to help?" "No. Look, just try to forget it, okay?" "Okay, so, um, what do you want for your birthday dinner?" After some consultation, we decided on steak with baked potatoes and corn on the cob, with a cherry icebox cake. I volunteered to shopping for the groceries with my mom. In the winter, I hated shopping with my parents because my presence always felt superfluous, but in summer that was made up for by my enjoyment of feeling the cool tiles under my bare feet. After helping Dad prep dinner, I went upstairs to take a shower and make sure my insides were thoroughly cleaned out. I masturbated while in the shower so that I would last longer that night. Mom drove me to the town council meeting again, although she was nervous about the protestors. Fortunately, they had decided to gather on the square, where the crew from Asheville's TV station could get better footage and sent only one delegate into the council chamber itself. At Uncle Jack's suggestion, the council had solicited proposals from the public for how to deal with the creek situation, and the delegate submitted a plan to have a sheriff's deputy stationed at the creek to arrest any skinny dippers, citing the county's public indecency ordinance. (They must not have read the ordinance very carefully. Last updated in 1950, it specifically exempted the creek, and by accident or design, the exemption was worded to include public fornication as well as simple nudity). After they'd had their say, it was our turn. Faith introduced all eight of us and read off the proposal. I could see looks of relief on the council members' faces. It looked like we'd found a way out of the predicament. Matteo had been in the audience and rode home with us. He was wearing the same jeans and t-shirt he'd worn to the initial dinner party, but this time his feet were totally bare. We ate dinner on the porch, and for the occasion Matteo and I were permitted a glass of red wine each. Dad explained that it would help us prolong the experience, and it was enough to get me enjoyably tipsy. I kept the conversation light and prompted Matteo to tell Mom and Dad all about his photography. In turn, he asked about my hobbies, and I told him that I'd been a boy soprano in the church choir until my voice started to crack a few months before. I'd switched over to being an acolyte, and I was planning to continue my interest in singing by going out for the school chorus next year. When everyone had finished their dinner, Mom brought out the cake, with sixteen lit candles. Matteo blew them out as the three of us sang happy birthday, and I'm pretty sure I caught the glimmer of a tear in his eye. For a brief moment, I wondered if he'd ever had a birthday cake before, but I immediately suppressed the thought and enjoyed the cake. As I was finishing, Mom asked if I'd like to give Matteo his present. "I think I'll save it for when we're upstairs." "You'd better get going, then." I needed no second invitation and led Matteo up to my bedroom. I motioned for him to lie down on the bed and fastened the leather cord around his right ankle, immediately transitioning to worshiping his luscious feet. I kept at it for a good long while, with Matteo's encouragement, until the need in my cock was too pressing, and I pulled off to strip. Matteo was already at half-mast when he stripped, and I took his erection in my hand to get him fully hard. I gently pulled the foreskin up over the head, which was fascinating to me and clearly felt good for Matteo. "Have you ever fucked a guy before?" I asked. "No, you're my first." I retrieved the Vaseline from my bedside table and showed Matteo how to get me lubed up, signaling to him when I was ready. "How do you want it?" "I'm going to ride you." I straddled Matteo and sank down onto his cock, which I estimated at a good eight inches. I let out a deep moan and held it there for a few minutes while I adjusted. "How does it feel?" I asked, in between heavy breaths. "Tight." I began moving my body up and down on his cock, very slowly at first but gradually faster as my muscles relaxed. Matteo's beautiful blue eyes rolled back in his head, and he began to call out my name. "Sam, Fuck, Sam you're so tight!" "Yeah, you're so big. Yeah Mattttttyyyyyyyyyy!" His name devolved into a wordless scream as he began to buck against me. I kept screaming as he fucked me in earnest, not caring that my parents could probably hear or that I would be hoarse the next morning. He wasn't as experienced as some other guys who'd fucked me, but he was hitting my prostate, and my own pleasure was enhanced by the knowledge of how much pleasure I was giving him. I totally lost control and was overcome by an incredible full-body orgasm, my body milking the semen out of Matteo. When I came down from the orgasmic high, I was thoroughly exhausted, and for several minutes we were too out of breath to talk. Finally, Matteo broke the silence. "That was incredible." "Best fucking I ever had." "I really like it when you call me Matty."