Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2022 01:14:12 +0000 (UTC) From: James Breitbart Subject: Skinnydip Creek Chapter 6 I awoke naked in Matty's arms. I would have stayed there forever, but the call of nature proved irresistible. I walked to the bathroom, did my business, and showered to clean the residue of the last night's activities off of me. I toweled off and walked naked back to my bedroom, where Matty was sitting up in bed. "Are you sore?" "No. Hoarse though." I got dressed while Matty was in the bathroom, putting on a pair of casual shorts and a t-shirt from last year's Art Festival. He put the clothes he'd been wearing back on, and by this point we could smell bacon cooking, so we headed downstairs. Mom smiled at Matty and I. "It sounded like you boys were having fun last night." I blushed, embarrassed in a good-natured way. "We were." "Any big plans for today?" "I was thinking of introducing Matty to the photography club." After breakfast I called Diana Marsh, the president of the Ramsey Collegiate photography club and a stringer for the Bartlett Journal. She agreed to meet up on campus and show Matty the school's darkroom. I didn't know what any of the equipment was, but Matty was impressed. "Wow, this is an amazing set-up." "You can thank Mr. Murchison," Diana explained, "He donates money for all the school's art programs. If you're a student, you can use the darkroom to develop any of your own pictures, as long as you reserve the space and respect the equipment. I use it to develop pictures for the journal." "Do you think you could develop the pictures in your camera?" I asked Matty. "I'm only halfway through the roll of film," he responded, "we need to finish it before I develop it." Diana gave us the key so Matty could get back into the darkroom, and then we went back to his house to retrieve the camera. Fortunately, his parents weren't home, and Sophia didn't seem in the mood to bother us. Matty had already taken plenty of landscape shots, so he decided to use the rest of the film on portraits of me. We started out with a couple of pictures of me posed in front of the statue of Grover Bartlett on the town square, then he got some close-ups of my feet. We went back to my house, where Matty took some candids of me on the porch swing. Then I had a wicked idea. "Do you have any objection to shooting me nude?" "I'd love to." I stripped in the living room, and Matty took a picture of me posed by the fireplace with my arm resting on the mantle. We heard the housekeeper come in through the back door and hurried upstairs so that she wouldn't walk in on us. I wasn't really bothered by people seeing me naked, but Maria was less than enthusiastic about nudity and sexuality in general. Matty took a couple more shots of me posing in my bedroom, as I gradually grew tumescent. When I was fully erect, he took off his clothes and got in bed with me for a session of mutual masturbation, trying to keep our voices low so as not to disturb Maria. He used the last exposure to get a picture of me lying back in bed with a look of post-orgasmic bliss on my face. Matty went back to the school to develop the film roll and came back to my house the next day to return the key to Diana and show us the pictures. "The composition on these is really good," Diana remarked. "I wish we could display the one of Sam by the fireplace." "Maybe we can reshoot it with clothes on," I suggested. "You know," Dad said, "these pictures are about as high quality as we can get from a professional photographer around here. Do you think you could do a formal portrait of the three of us?" "I don't have the lighting you'd get at Olan Mills or somewhere, but we can do outdoor shots." "I'll pay you 100 dollars. That's the going rate for portraits around here. I can drop your name and you can get a little business started. That might help with paying for college." "Maybe you can drop by youth group next Sunday and drum up some business," I suggested. Matty rolled his eyes, but agreed to the proposal, which set my next scheme into motion. I called on Pastor Greg, our youth pastor, and explained a little bit of the situation with Matty, not revealing anything that I thought would be betraying a confidence or lead him to engage Social Services. Pastor Greg agreed to develop a series of youth sermons that he thought would be beneficial to Matty, and to talk to Reverend Whaley about addressing the topics in his sermons. Reverend Whaley pulled me aside as we were leaving church and asked me if I'd be willing to move my acolyte rotation from the next Sunday, which happened to be the Fourth of July, to the Sunday following, when he had a sermon in mind that would involve me. I met Matty in front of the church before youth group. He had decided that the optimal time to take pictures would be after youth group ended at 7:00, so he'd brought his camera and film in a backpack. I led Matty to the youth room and introduced him to Pastor Greg. "Pastor Greg, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend Matty. He's new in town, so I thought I'd invite him to youth group." Greg shook Matty's hand. "Pleased to meet you, Matty." Matty was surprised, I think, by Greg's ready acceptance of him as my boyfriend and possibly more surprised that none of the other kids had a problem with it. I made it a point to introduce him to as many of my friends as possible. Some of them were siblings of people Matty already knew, like Adam Fritz's sister Adriana and Diana Marsh's sisters Summer and Ashlee. Others were boys that I knew Matty would eventually run in to at the creek like Connor Sexton. There were a few, like Dillon Hull, who had mostly stopped going to the creek when they discovered girls. I introduced Matty to them, too, half for the sake of completeness and half to prove to Matty that the straight boys he met through church wouldn't bully him. The youth meeting consisted of an hour of games followed by a lesson delivered by Pastor Greg, with time for discussion after, then a light supper. Adam made a point of sitting with us at supper. "Matteo, how do you think your brother would react if we told him about how we arranged the prank at the sleepover?" "Why do you want to do that?" "We were thinking of doing another sleepover. Same activity, but no need to keep up with the pretense." "It would be good for Amir to do more things with friends his own age..." Matty mused. "Maybe we can arrange to meet up at the creek and you can sound him out." I hadn't actually been to the creek much since meeting Sophia, and neither Matty nor Amir had been since their inauspicious first visit. Amir was a little intimidated at first. There were a lot of naked boys at the creek, most a good bit older than him and doing just about everything a boy's mother would tell him not to do. He brightened when he saw Adam and Austin, though, and it didn't take too much coaxing on Matty's part to get him out of his shorts. We all splashed around in the pool until Adam loudly announced. "I gotta go piss." Connor Sexton overheard him and shouted "then go in the fucking woods!" Although the attitude of the creek towards sexual interests was generally live-and-let-live, Adam's particular kink elicited some consternation due to fears that he would contaminate the water everyone swam in and drank from. "Who wants to go with me?" On cue, Austin and Johnny Lehman announced their intent to follow Adam. Matteo suggested that he and Amir go with them. "Better safe than sorry." Amir cheerfully agreed and we all followed Adam into the woods until he found an appropriate tree and urinated against it. "Oh, yeah. That feels good. Johnny, you go next." Johnny laughed as he made his mark a bit below Adam's. "Adam, you've converted me." "Yeah, `cause piss is fucking sexy!" "What are you talking about?" "Adam and I get turned on by peeing," Austin explained, "that's why we arranged the prank at the slumber party." "You were in on that?" "Yeah, your brother said you wet the bed on accident sometimes and didn't want to be the only one doing it at a sleepover, so we came up with an excuse that we could do it, too." "Wait, you guys know about that? And you don't think I'm a baby?" "No way!" Adam said exuberantly, "wetting the bed is awesome! I'd do it every night, but my mom gets mad about the sheets." "We should do another sleepover!" Johnny suggested. "Adam, can you ask your mom if she'll let us." "I'll ask, but she might not want us to bug Adriana." Adriana was the Fritz's older sister, a rising fourth-year at Ramsey. "I'll see if Faith wants to host another slumber party, and we can invite Adriana. Speaking of which, we'd better get going. I told the Committee we'd be at the Town Square Deli at 2:30." We ended up being a few minutes early and met Faith at the restaurant (Matty having been invited to attend meetings as a liaison), making small talk about church and vacation plans. When everyone had arrived, the waitress took our orders, and we got down to business. Lucy's informal canvas of the town council suggested that the vote in favor of our proposal would be unanimous, and our next step would be coming up with an appropriate site. The situation with the county was less promising. Erik had heard from Stephen Pollard that his father, the county sheriff, was inundated with calls demanding that he raid Skinnydip Creek and threatening to vote him out of office if he didn't. Since the sheriff was a countywide position and the rural areas of the county were much more conservative than Bartlett, his position was more vulnerable than anyone on the town council's. The wrong person in the sheriff's office could do a lot of damage. Even if they ultimately resulted in acquittals, arrests at the creek could deter boys from going there, and gradually erode the tradition. And there were a lot of things besides the creek that Sheriff Pollard had been content to look the other way on. After some discussion, Adrian suggested an idea that might create some electoral breathing room. "A lot of Mexicans in the county are actually citizens, or have green cards, but they don't vote because they aren't in the habit, and they don't see any benefit to them. If we can register them and get them to vote for our candidates..." "Sounds like a great project for the Future Women Voters," Lucy responded. "And there's a merit badge for ballot access," Lizzie added, "I can get the troop out with registration forms by the end of the week." "Set up a booth on the square on the Fourth," I suggested, "that'll give you a nice patriotic sheen." The next order of business related to the welcoming of new day students and their families, specifically Amir and Sophia. I explained the whole business about sleepovers, and Lizzie agreed to host the next girls' sleepover. "As long as I don't have to hear any more about your fetishes." I took that as an opportunity to tease her. "So, I've been getting into guys with earrings lately..." "Guys or one guy in particular?" Jimmie asked jocularly. "It started out with just Matty, but now I find myself checking out any guy with an earring." "I'm the same way with feet," Matty admitted. "Ever since that first night in the barn..." "...We've got to do that again at the next sleepover," Jimmie interjected, eliciting an exasperated sigh from Lizzie. Faith changed the subject. "You know, I know how to pierce ears. I can do yours if you want." "Let me hold off until after the Fourth. Uncle Cecil is going to want me in some of his campaign pictures, and I'll need to look appropriately conservative." Uncle Cecil lived most of the year in Washington with his wife and their three kids Scott (15), Ricky, (14), and Anne (10), but they came down to a house he'd bought in the country near Bartlett whenever Congress recessed. He liked to feature my family in his campaign literature to remind the voters that he was affiliated with the district's largest employer. That Friday, I rode over with my parents to pick them up at the airport in Asheville. Since we were leaving Bartlett, I submitted to the customs of the outside world and wore shoes -- slider sandals that I could slip out of whenever I wanted to. I was pretty sure that a kid waiting in the security line was checking my feet out, so I rewarded him with some shoeplay until he got to the front of the line. Then it was my turn to see a show. It turned out that he had foolishly (or daringly) worn boat shoes without socks, and I got a good look at his bare feet when the TSA made him take them off. Finally, Uncle Cecil's flight landed, and we met them by the Cinnabon, then helped them get their luggage. The three of us boys crowded into the back seat of the Suburban. Ricky shared my preferences in both sexual partners and footwear and had worn Rainbow flip-flops on the plane. Like me, he removed his as soon as we got in the car, and I knew they'd see precious little use until he got on the plane back to Washington. Unlike Ricky and I, Scott was equally happy barefoot or shod, and preferred sex with girls to boys. He used the distance from his girlfriend back in Washington to sleep around with Bartlett girls and had something of a reputation in town as a lothario. On the ride back home, I told them about everything that had happened that summer. Through the rearview mirror I could see Uncle Cecil frown and shake his head. "Why the hell do you have to start all this in an election year?"