By Earth-boy
Quick disclaimers:
- This story contains descriptions of sex between teen and pre-teen males. Do not read if you’re under 18 or it is illegal where you’re living.
- Copyright by the author. Do not upload to pay-to-view sites.
- This story is fiction; references to individuals are coincidental.
- No children or teenagers were harmed in the creation of this story.
Summers in Canada are short. The unofficial start is a long weekend the third week in May; traditionally people who own summer cottages out in the country open them up on this weekend. People also plant their gardens and flower beds, knowing the chances of a killing frost are low. Jackets are usually not needed except for cooler mornings in June. In July and August the weather turns hot. Well, “hot” by Canadian standards. Days over 30° (85°F) are common, over 35° (95°F) are rare, and 40° (105°F) are almost unheard of. Then September comes, school starts, and the days start cooling off again.
My parents didn’t own a cottage, but every year they rented one for a week in mid-July. That week usually coincided with my birthday, so I had two parties: a really nice cookout at the cottage, and another party the following weekend with my friends. This year I turned fifteen, and I joined my parents, Charlene and her boyfriend, and a few friends for a pasta and pizza evening at a local Italian restaurant.
Most of my summer days I spent alternating between my computer and my bicycle. A couple of times a week I got together with friends for a round of fantasy role playing games, and some evenings I just got on my bike and rode around. Not being overly social, I preferred call up one of my friends and ask if he’d be interested in taking a ride with me. The cycling kept me active, and the computer kept my mind occupied. Sure, I was looking at porn on it, but I was also in chat groups, visiting on-line forums, and reading up on things that caught my interest.
I was missing Rhett. To my surprise I wasn’t missing the sex so much as I was missing just being with him. I wanted to wrassle with him again, take a bath with him instead of just showering, and feel him beside me as I read to him in bed. More than once I considered just getting on my bike and riding to his place just to see him, but it was eleven kilometres and I had to cross the river on a busy bridge. And there was the fact he was only ten and I was a teenager. I spent more than a few late nights just watching the videos I’d taken of us together.
On Thursday evening in the second week of August my cell phone rang and the display read “Sabrina.” I answered immediately, wondering why she would be calling.
“Hello.” I was trying to sound, well, professional.
“Hi,” came a young voice. “Is this Chad?”
“Yes, it’s Chad. Is this Rhett?”
“Yeah. I wanted to call and say Hi. I miss you.”
“And I miss you too, little buddy. How’s your summer been?”
“Oh, fun. Mom’s working, but she sends me off to day camps and stuff like that so I don’t have to stay at home by myself. We went to Kamloops last month to see Grandma and Granddad. We also went to Jasper and visited the hot springs there. That was fun!”
“Sounds like it,” I said. “All I did was go with Mom and Dad to a cottage in Bison Creek Provincial Park. That was for a week. Went swimming and hiking a lot.”
“Yeah. Oh, mom wants to talk to you.” And he handed the phone to her.
“Hi Chad!” She was enthusiastic as ever, and as usual launched into a rapid fire speech. “It looks like I’m going to need you before September! The company has a project down in Ontario that’s gone off the rails and the project manager just quit, and they want to fly me out there for four days to see if I can rescue it! They originally wanted to send me for a whole week, but I have nowhere to place Rhett because it’s summer and most of my friends are off doing things, so I managed to talk them down to three days and a bit. So if you’re available to look after Rhett, I’ll be flying out Sunday afternoon and won’t be back until Thursday afternoon or evening. You did so well looking after him on the retreat—do you think you can handle four—almost five days? That’s Sunday afternoon, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday with my return flight arriving in the afternoon or evening. Do you think you can do it?”
“Uh, I think so, but I’m going to have to sell my parents on it. The retreat was only a couple of days, and this one’s longer. Hold on!”
I called for Mom, filled her in on the details, and suggested she and Sabrina talk. I gave her my phone and listened in. Sabrina’s voice came over my phone’s speaker so well I was able to catch both sides of the conversation. A little to my surprise Mom agreed right away, and suggested we all get together on Friday or Saturday to talk over details. Sabrina suggested Friday so she could spend Saturday getting ready for the trip.
When we met by phone the next day to go over plans, I discovered Mom’s quick agreement to me looking after Rhett came with a price: Mom. Her idea was she’d come over for a visit every afternoon with a prepared dinner or to cook one for us herself, make sure everything was nicely tidied up, then head home at about five o’clock in time to get something ready for Dad. Inwardly I grimaced at the thought; it would serve as a reminder we were still kids and it would eat into naked time with Rhett. Rather than get into an argument with her right then, I decided I’d see if I could convince her on Saturday it wasn’t needed, or at least trim her visits from every evening to two or even possibly one.
It took more work than I thought. I reminded Mom I was now fifteen instead of fourteen, and she pointed out I was only four months older than I was back in April. I argued for a simplified meal plan: we could go to the mall every day for lunch, and I promised I’d police Rhett’s intake of junk food. I could do hot dogs for supper on Monday, spaghetti on Tuesday, both of which were only slightly more complicated than boiling water, and some of her famous chili on Wednesday. She conceded I could boil water without burning it, but still was concerned I wasn’t yet ready to be a father for a full five days. When I suggested the experience might be useful, she said (with a smile at least) she wasn’t all that concerned I’d become a dad by accident in the next few years.
A lot of back and forth discussion and ideas later, we had a plan. Mom or Dad would drive all of us to the airport on Sunday afternoon, where we’d see Sabrina off. From there we’d return to our house for a barbecue. Rhett would sleep at our place overnight, have breakfast with us on Monday, and Mom would drive us back to Sabrina’s after lunch. Then I could look after Rhett on my own on Monday through Thursday, save for a visit by Mom on Tuesday, as long as I promised to give her a phone call each day just before we went out for the afternoon to let her know things were all right. I wondered why this wasn’t an issue when she was at the retreat, but didn’t press the point because I was happy enough to be with Rhett for nearly four days straight. On Thursday Mom would drive us to the airport to pick up Sabrina, take Rhett and Sabrina home, then we’d head home ourselves.
Of course I wasn’t all that happy with the plan because it would cost me one bath time and an overnight with Rhett, but decided it was worth it because our time together would be almost uninterrupted starting from Monday afternoon. I was also hoping it would lay a suitable groundwork for any future extended child minding sessions that might come my way.
On Sunday Mom and I drove to Sabrina’s house. Both she and Rhett were ready to go, Sabrina with a large travel suitcase and Rhett with an overnight bag. We got to the airport at 2:00 PM, plenty of time for her to catch her flight to Toronto. On the way back to my place I sat in the front seat with Mom while Rhett was left alone in the back.
For Dad this was his first time meeting Rhett, and for Mom it was an opportunity for her to get to know him. Like me, both took an immediate shine to this small, gleeful, outgoing and active ten year old with the wild head of red hair. Dad found a frisbee and we spent an hour tossing it around. Neither Charlene nor I had been particularly athletic as children, so we didn’t have anything like a baseball, soccer ball, or basketball in the garage to play with. The most energetic thing I did was ride my bike around or run like mad on the days I was late for the school bus. Of course I would have loved to have a little wrassling bout in our basement, but I wanted to do it naked and I didn’t want either of my parents coming downstairs to that! To get him to run off steam I took him to a nearby elementary school where we horsed around on their playground structures.
Supper consisted of steak, potatoes, and vegetables followed up with a blueberry cobbler. By now even Charlene was warming up to our young house-guest. That’s actually a little unfair. She seventeen now and had grown up a lot in the last three years, no longer calling me a dork every time I slipped up and said something silly. She was blossoming into a tall and attractive young lady. Like Mom she smiled easily and was more outgoing than I was. So it was no surprise she welcomed Rhett as much as our parents had. Of course Rhett liked her, too, and would chat with her just as easily as with the rest of us.
Having to forgo our usual round of wrassling, sex, bath, and reading, Rhett and I joined Mom and Dad around the TV as a family and watched the original Tron from 1982, for which Dad had a particular affection. Rhett and I sat on the sofa to watch the movie, but I made sure he was sitting by himself and not cuddled into me.
Of course Rhett wanted to sleep with me in my bed, and I had to remind him that while he was here I was his babysitter and not his big buddy. After not taking a bath (probably for the first time in a long time) he had to make do sleeping in the guest bedroom in the basement, wearing pyjamas. Poor kid. At least I was able to give him his bum kisses, tuck him in, and kiss him good-night.
The plan started to go sideways on Monday after breakfast. By now my parents were almost as taken with Rhett as I was, and Mom (Dad was working) was excitedly making plans to do things with him. There was the zoo, the science centre, and a museum or two we could visit. Dad wanted to take him to a small league baseball game. We could take him to the pool for swimming. Maybe go to the beach at Grey Owl Park. In the evening we could go as a family to the water slides or a movie.
I could only watch as I found myself sidelined, my hopes of a steamy naked sex-filled three day romp with Rhett evaporating before my eyes. In a huff I trounced off to my bedroom, closed the door harder than I should have, and sat down in front of my computer to do some angry web surfing.
Half an hour later there came a light knock on my door. “Chad?” I heard Rhett call through it.
It wasn’t Rhett I was angry with, so I decided I could at least talk to him.
“Come in,” I called, trying not to sound too upset.
“Is something wrong?” he asked as he entered.
“Uh, well … can you close the door, please?”
He did so, then came over and stood beside me. I was sitting down, and we were at eye level with each other.
I tried to put my thoughts into order. “It’s just that things didn’t work out the way I was expecting them to. I was thinking I’d be at your house, with you.”
“But I’m here now.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the same. Where did you sleep last night?”
Rhett looked at me funny. “You know where I was.”
“Right, and that’s the point. You asked if you could sleep with me last night, and I wanted to, but because my parents are here we were in different bedrooms.”
It looked like a light just went on in Rhett’s mind. “Oh. And I guess you want to do all the other things we do at my place.”
I lowered my voice. “You got it. When you’re here, I can’t even take a bath with you! As far as my parents are concerned I’m just your babysitter, and now Mom’s taken over that job. So there’s not much for me to do. Yeah, you’re here, but I can’t kiss you or hold you, and we sure can’t go downstairs and wrestle naked.”
“So?” he asked. “Does that mean you can’t play with me at all?”
My mind flip-flopped. At the best of times teenagers aren’t well known for introspection, even less-than-social ones like me. But Rhett’s simple question cut through my adolescent selfishness.
“Uhh …” was about the most coherent thing I could say.
Rhett grinned. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head. “Okay, so right now we’re just sort-of friends.”
I had a small inspiration. “Brothers!”
His face lit up. “Yeah! I’m gonna be your little brother today! But maybe you sneak down to the basement tonight.”
“It might not be as as easy as it sounds. I have to walk past my parents’ bedroom door to get downstairs.” Now I grinned. “But we have all day to come up with a plan!”
“Yeah! C’mon, let’s play for a while—even if we can’t be naked!”
I gave him a kiss. Feeling much better now, we left my bedroom and went to find Mom to see if she had anything planned for the afternoon.
Mom told us today’s activity was the zoo. But that still left the remainder of the morning. Rhett and I went to the garage where I pulled an older bicycle out of storage. I found a tire pump and got Rhett inflating the tires while I went inside for a bucket of water and a few rags. We cleaned the worst of the dust off the bike and I oiled the chain. Then I went inside to let Mom know what we were up to.
“I’ve cleaned up my old bike, and me and Rhett are going to ride around a bit.”
“All right. But don’t go beyond 22nd Street and please be back by lunch time.” 22nd was a major thoroughfare that marked the western boundary of our neighbourhood.
“No problem.”
Rhett was an okay cyclist, but I had to keep an eye on him to ensure he didn’t wander all over the road. I respected Mom’s restriction about not going past 22nd Street. In fact, the morning was almost over because we’d spent a good chunk of it getting the old bike roadworthy, so we didn’t go far at all.
We stopped at a park to discuss plans for the night. Rhett suggested he simply ask if he could sleep in my bedroom. I pointed out that in my room all Rhett could do was sleep; if he wanted sex we’d have to do it in the basement guest room. I figured the best way to do that was for us to be in the basement until after the others were in bed. That wouldn’t be a problem; that’s where my game console was, and I could start up a long game after supper and whatever other evening things my parents wanted to do.
After lunch it was off to the zoo. It was just Mom, me, and Rhett; Charlene was working at a summer job. Rhett was again relegated to the back seat, so we couldn’t get up to any monkey business (pun intended,) which was probably for the best. The zoo was a great choice because it meant a lot of walking, giving me and Rhett some much needed exercise. It was also hot (well, hot for Canada); this was mid-August and the temperature was just over 30° (85°F.)
“How did you enjoy the zoo?” Mom asked when we got home.
“It was fun!” said Rhett. “Thanks for taking us!”
“Oh, you’re welcome!”
“Yes, it was good,” I had to admit. “The Big Cat exhibit is better than I remember it from a couple of years ago.”
“I have another idea for tomorrow,” said Mom. “The weather forecast says it’s going to be just like today, so how does going to the beach at Grey Owl sound?”
Rhett loved the idea. It was all right by me, too; the beach would be a fun time with my “little brother.”
“All right,” said Mom, “we’ll do it. Now both of need a shower before we sit down to dinner. Scoot!”
Rhett and I looked at each other and grinned. “Okay,” I said. I thought quickly. “We’ll use the downstairs one—running both at once can cause the water to suddenly go too hot or too cold. Rhett, you take one first and I’ll get one after you.” Rhett’s face fell.
We headed to the basement guest room. “That was for Mom to hear,” I told him. “She’ll be preparing supper and won’t be checking on us. Of course we’ll take the shower together! We’ll just need to be quiet and turn the shower off for a couple of minutes half way through.”
The little plan worked out. For a few minutes I was able to be naked with Rhett and we were able to feel each other all over. For the intermission, when supposedly we were switching around occupants, we had our arms around each other and our mouths clamped together, slowly humping. There wasn’t enough time to get off, even after I turned on the water for “my” shower. We simply cleaned each other again, enjoying our hands on the other’s body for an extra few minutes. After we got dressed and went upstairs, I kept an eye on Mom for a few minutes and she gave no hint she believed anything other than we’d taken separate showers.
After dinner Dad took us to the largest mall in the city. There was a small list of items to be bought, and the mall had several stores even a teenager and his “little brother” would find interesting. We must have looked like quite the odd pair of brothers: rather quiet me with brown hair in a summer haircut and bouncy, excitable Rhett with his long and barely tamed red hair.
Knowing Mom was planning on hitting the beach tomorrow, we visited a big box store where I bought two large pool noodles. I got an orange one and Rhett chose lime green.
Back home from the mall, I loaded up Realm of the Dwarf Lords on my gaming console and configured it so we could play our characters together as a team. There was no way we could finish it tonight; it would take nearly two weeks of dedicated evenings to do that. Much of our first run consisted of teaching Rhett how to play. At about 10:30 PM my Mom called downstairs.
“We’re off to bed, boys. Try not to stay up too late. Remember we’re going to Grey Owl Park tomorrow, and I’d like to leave before noon.”
“All right,” I called back. “We’ll probably be at this for maybe another hour or so. Good-night, Mom!”
“Good-night!”
Beside me, Rhett said, “I don’t have a swimsuit here.”
“So? Swim naked.”
Rhett giggled. “That would be fun! I’ve never done it before.”
“Neither have I. But you’re also wearing the same clothes you were on Sunday, so I guess Mom’s going to make a side trip to your place so you can change.”
“Speaking of naked … do you wanna?”
“Not out here in the rec room. The chances Mom or Dad or Charlene will come down are pretty low, but I’m not going to risk it. Let’s play this game for about another half hour, then go have some fun!”
The half hour sort of dragged by. Rhett started getting frisky, putting a hand into my crotch and squeezing when his on-screen character didn’t need his input. It certainly had the desired effect: I was getting really hard. After a few more minutes of this I decided it was time. I saved the game, shut off the console and TV, turned off all the lights, and we headed for the guest bedroom.
I wasn’t planning on setting a record for the fastest sex we’d ever had, but I’m sure we did it that night. We were naked in seconds and I asked Rhett to go on his hands and knees on the floor. I’d stashed mineral oil and paper towels in the room earlier, and wasted no time applying oil to his anus and my penis. Moments later I was inside him and pumping away.
“Try not to cry out or anything!” I told him.
“All right. Oh that feels good! I’ve missed feeling you inside me!”
“Same here! Oh man—I can’t believe I’m—Mmmmmmmmmmmph!”
We’d barely been going at it two minutes.
“You’ve come already?” I heard Rhett ask in surprise.
“Yeah! That’s what you get for teasing me during the game. Do you want a go at me?”
“For sure!”
So I oiled up my rear and Rhett did his penis, and now he was doing me. He enjoyed a longer run than I had, and after five minutes I heard him softly cry “errrrgggghhhh!” He pulled out and we french kissed for a couple of minutes.
We used the paper towels to clean up the oil a a little bit of my semen that had seeped out of his rear end, and squeeze out my penis.
“Are we going to sleep together tonight?” asked Rhett.
I frowned. “Sorry, but no. I can’t recall any of my friends at ten who were sleeping with their fourteen or fifteen year old brother. By then the older brother had his own bedroom.”
“Maybe just for an hour or two?”
I considered it. “Yeah, I can do that. Hey, I have my phone here. I’ll set a two hour countdown timer. Let’s go to bed.”
Leaving our clothes on the floor, we got into bed together. We snuggled and kissed for a while more, then I had Rhett roll on his side so his back was to me, and spooned into him. We drifted off to sleep.
We woke up when my smartphone started beeping. Rhett was still naked so I gave him the customary two kisses on his bum, then we kissed each other and said good-night. I gathered up my own clothes, and using the dim glow of my phone for light carried them upstairs to my room, and went back to sleep in my own bed.
I awoke before Rhett. Dad was already at work and Mom was preparing a picnic lunch, so I told Mom I’d get Rhett out of bed. I got naked as soon as I was I his room and got into his bed, which woke him up.
We kissed, and he asked, “Did you sleep the whole night with me?”
“Don’t you remember? I left in the middle of the night to go to my own room.”
“Oh, right.”
“Now it’s time to get up. We’re going to have breakfast, then we’re off to Grey Owl Park. And Charlene’s coming with us. She’s supposed to be at her summer job, but she was able to get someone else to cover for her today.”
I figured Charlene wanted to join us at the beach because she wanted to spend time with Rhett. Just like I wanted to. Looking to the future, a gay Rhett was sure to disappoint a lot of girls in high school.
We dressed and went upstairs for breakfast. Planning ahead, the previous evening Mom had purchased some water resistant high-SPF sunblock. Just before we headed out I went with Rhett to the bathroom, where I applied it to most of him, to give it time to bind with his skin. As I expected, there was very little hint of a tan on his arms or back.
I was planning ahead, too. Recalling something I’d read a year or two before, I found two old shoelaces and tied them together, then looped one end through a small piece I’d cut off the end of the orange pool noodle. I hid them in a pocket of my swimming trunks.
By eleven in the morning we were in the car, Mom and Charlene in the front, me and Rhett in the back. We lived in a subdivision in the northwest part of the city, while Rhett and Sabrina were in an older neighbourhood south of us on the other side of the river. Fortunately the park was south and a bit east of town, so it was only a minor detour to stop by their house. I had Rhett change into a fresh set of clothes. Having long ago given up the idea of babysitting him at his place, I helped him re-pack his overnight bag for Wednesday and Thursday. I made sure he had a swimsuit, then we were off to the beach about an hour’s drive away.
We changed into our swimwear as soon as we arrived. Mom had chosen a one-piece swimsuit and she looked all right in it. Charlene was a little more daring in a two piece suit and looked great. Following the times both Rhett and I were in baggy swimming trunks that came down almost to our knees. His were red to match his hair; mine were blue and orange. I had a bit of a tan, but not much because I always wore a shirt outside. Charlene’s legs and arms were tanned but her torso was pale. Rhett looked like a light bulb.
It was mid-week and the beach wasn’t as crowded as it would have been on a weekend, but it was far from deserted. Charlene joined me and Rhett splashing around and sword-fighting with the pool noodles. Today my sister and I were actually getting along, mostly because we were sharing time with Rhett. We had fun linking our hands together, having Rhett balance on them, then boosting and throwing him out of the water.
Rhett was a remarkably good swimmer. He told us his mom had signed him up at age five for swimming courses offered by the city’s recreation department during the summer. Not only had he loved it, but the teachers were quite impressed at how well he did. So now he was taking swimming classes every summer and fall. “Maybe I’m part goldfish,” he joked.
One of his goals was to become a lifeguard when he was old enough. Because Charlene was with us, I asked if it was because he wanted to watch all the girls at the pool. He laughed and quipped, “Yeah, especially if they’re as pretty as your sister!” Suck-up! It worked a treat though, leading Charlene to believe he was straight and stopping any questions about my relationship with him.
Following our first round of swimming we found a picnic table in a shady spot for lunch. We re-applied sunscreen to Rhett, then enjoyed a lunch of sandwiches, a bean salad, potato chips and iced tea. The day was hot, so neither Rhett nor I bothered to put on our shirts and Mom didn’t comment on it. I wasn’t anything to look at and Rhett was too young, so Charlene spent much of her time watching the guys going by. I did, too, but since we were still playing the “Chad is straight” game with her I put on a little show by also looking at the gals. Some of them turned even my head.
“You can go swimming whenever you want,” Mom told us. “The idea that you have to wait half an hour or an hour after eating before going back into the water is a myth. Have fun! I’m going sit here and relax with a book.”
“I’m going back to the beach to catch some rays,” said Charlene.
I said, “And I’m going to wander around a while with Rhett. There’s more to the park than just the beach.”
Mom looked at me. “Chad, even though Rhett’s sunscreen is supposed be effective in the water, be careful, okay? He’s already had at least an hour’s exposure, I expect with him the difference between being safe and getting a bad sunburn is as little as twenty minutes. Keep a close eye on him, and at the slightest sign of his shoulders getting pink get out of the water and cover up!”
“Okay, I’ll watch him.”
“Please do. And I’m serious! I don’t want to scare you, but a bad sunburn can turn into melanoma. That’s also known as skin cancer.”
Eep! It was scary to think that a day at the beach could turn deadly.
She added, “Try to keep an eye on the time as well. It’s about two now, and I want to start back at four. We’ll pick up something for dinner on the way home.”
“All right, I’ll try, but my phone’s in the picnic hamper and I don’t have a watch. I don’t want to risk dunking the phone or getting it stolen.”
“No problem. Even if you’re a little bit late it won’t matter very much.”
This wasn’t my first time at the park beach. I knew the lake had an irregular shoreline, so there were parts of the beach that were less public than the main one. I was hoping there would be very few people where I was planning on going. Putting towels around our shoulders and carrying the iced tea, we left the pool noodles behind and wandered away from the beach toward the campground.
During our wandering I was scanning the ground for a large stone or some discarded object, but wasn’t seeing anything. I grumbled; without one I’d have to skip the fun I was hoping to have with Rhett that afternoon. I should have brought something like a large jar along with me. The plan was saved when I spied an empty plastic milk jug complete with a cap that someone had tossed into a garbage basket instead of a recycling bin.
This find in hand, I made straight for the quieter beach area. One advantage of this part, I knew, was the absence of a lifeguard and markers outlining the swimming area. Fortune was smiling on us that day, for there was only a handful of people, mostly younger guys and gals in their twenties. As soon as we got there I set the milk jug down and started scooping sand into it.
“What are you doing?” asked Rhett.
“You’ll see,” I answered with a smile. He helped me fill the jug and I put the cap on it. Carrying it with me, I headed out into the lake. Rhett followed. The lake was large and shallow, and I kept going until the water was up to his chest, a fair distance from shore. I handed Rhett the jug and asked him to hold it.
“All right, now to put my little plan into action! First, some string!” I extracted the shoelace and orange foam tip from the pocket of my trunks. “Now, something to tie the string to.” I ducked under the water for a moment before surfacing again.
I held out my hand to show Rhett my swimsuit.
“Oh, wow!” he cried the moment he understood what I’d just done. His swimming trunks were off in a flash, too. Working underwater, I ran the free end of the shoelace through the jug handle and tied it around our swimsuits. We let the jug go and watched it sink to the bottom, our tethered swimsuits going down with it. The orange tip floating on the surface marked where they lay.
“Now let’s have some fun!” I said. “We just need to make sure we can see the orange foam thing so we know where our swimsuits are.”
I knew from some of the porn I’d watched that it was next to impossible to know a guy was swimming naked as long his waist stayed below the waterline. We were also a long way out from shore. Besides that, the few people there were younger, so I doubted they’d have a problem with it even if they could see that far. Motorboats weren’t a problem, either: the park restricted them to the other side of the lake.
Splashing, diving, swimming and wrestling naked in the lake was great! I showed Rhett he could do a breast stroke and turbulent water would hide his bare bum. He delightedly and expertly swam about a hundred metres out and back again.
“This is so cool!” he exclaimed. “I always wondered what it would be like to swim naked!”
“I sort of wondered about it, too,” I said. “It sure beats wearing these stupid swimming trunks.”
“Yeah, for sure! Although at the pool I wear a Speedo type swimsuit. It’s way more comfortable than that one. Hey, spread your legs apart; I want to swim under them.”
“Okay!” He did that, then I tried going between his. It was easy, for he was only a head shorter than I was. We did it a few more times.
We revelled in the feel of the water all over us with nothing clinging to our bums. There was a bit of groping, but not enough of it that we got hard. Mindful of the hot sun and Rhett’s sensitive skin, I watched his shoulders like a hawk. Even before seeing any change I reluctantly decided we should head back to shore. We found our trunks, put them on, and half swam, half waded our way to the beach. The other people there didn’t give us any strange looks, so either they had no idea we’d been naked or were super cool with it.
“Anyone here know the time?” I asked.
“I do,” came a male voice.
“Very funny!” said the young lady beside him. “It’s about a quarter after three.”
Not daring to risk giving Rhett a burn by laying down on our towels in the sun, we shook the sand out of them dried off in the shade of a large tree. I used my fingers to comb Rhett’s long hair as best I could so it wouldn’t go totally wild on him. I’d brought the jug (along with the noodle tip and string) back with us, and returned the sand in it to the beach. For the next few minutes we sat in the shade, drinking iced tea and chatting, then started back to where Mom was. On the way I tossed the empty milk container into a recycling bin.
The only real downsides to the day were the shortened time in the water and having to wear the wet, clammy trunks back to the main beach. Mom was still under the tree when we returned, dressed in street clothes instead of her swimsuit, but from her hair it looked like she’d been in the water as well. Rhett and I grabbed our clothes and went to the beach to find Charlene and tell her we were heading home. The three of us headed for the change rooms. Of course Rhett and I shared a cubicle on the men’s side. We stripped as fast as we could, grateful to be out of the damned swimwear at last, then dried each other’s hidden areas and got dressed.
The rest of the day was uneventful. Mom bought a roast chicken dinner from a grocery store and we all enjoyed it for supper. Before dinner Rhett and I showered together, neither Mom nor Charlene any wiser about it, and I washed and brushed his hair.
With no other plans for the evening, Rhett and I went downstairs to continue the game we’d started last night. A little while later Dad came downstairs.
“Do you guys want to go to the baseball game tomorrow evening?” he asked. I knew he was asking Rhett more than me; I had very little interest in baseball, basketball, or football … come to think of it, there were only two balls I was interested in. Four if I counted Rhett’s.
“What do you think, Rhett?” I asked.
“Sure! I’ve never been to one before.”
“Then we’ll do it!” said Dad. “It’s only a junior league, so there’s always walk-up tickets available.”
“Check on-line, Dad,” I said. “Sometimes they’re cheaper than buying them at the gate. Oh, just so you’re sure, get one for me. It’ll be a bit of a change.”
“Will do, son. And good idea about looking on-line, thanks!” I knew Dad could handle it himself, so I returned to the game with Rhett.
The game was engaging enough that we played it for the rest of the evening. At 10:30 Mom called downstairs to say they were off to bed and wished us good-night. Every once in a while we heard Charlene laugh when she and whoever she was on the phone with shared a joke. At eleven she, too, was quiet; she would be going to work tomorrow.
“All right,” I said. “Now let’s play a better game!”
Rhett was all smiles as I saved the game and turned off the console and TV. I shut off the lights and we went straight for the guest bedroom.
“Let’s take it easy,” I said. “As long as we’re quiet no one will know what we’re up to.”
Still clothed, we sat down on the bed and started with a long kiss, our tongues sliding around each other’s and exploring our teeth and the roofs of our mouths. He reached for my shirt and began pushing it up. I did the same and we pulled them off. We let our hands wander all over our bare upper bodies, caressing the skin. I licked and sucked on his nipples and he did mine.
I guess with his smaller penis Rhett couldn’t fully understand how badly my erection was straining against my remaining clothes. Unable to stand it any longer, I shoved my shorts and underwear down. Now Rhett figured it out and pulled them off me, and I went for his. We rolled naked on to the bed, face to face, our erections comfortably on each other’s stomach as our hands and mouths continued exploring. Both of us were moaning softly from the sensations.
“Do you think we can turn the light off?” asked Rhett. “Somehow I just want to feel you tonight.”
“Sure.” I set the baby oil and paper towels out where we could find them and switched off the light.
Feeling up each other naked in the dark was amazing! Up to now we’d always done this with a light on in his room. There was something magical in relying on our other senses—touch, hearing, and even smell—to make love with. With my lips I sought out his and we started kissing again, while one hand went to his bum and fondled it. He did the same, then came around to the front for my penis and began stroking it. I moaned into his mouth. I put a finger between his butt cheeks and started poking his anus, bringing an audible response from him.
I removed my lips from his. “What do you want to do from here?” I whispered.
“Go on your back,” he whispered back. In the dim light filtering in the window from the outside I saw him reaching for the baby oil. He oiled up my penis and I saw him doing his. Then he lowered himself on to me, his erection and mine side by side, his stomach compressing them between us. He began moving back and forth.
“Put a finger in me!” he said.
I obliged; he’d already put oil there and it went in easily. He was masturbating us with his belly. I added my own actions to his. Wanting even more, I pulled my finger out of his rear and put it in my own, replacing that finger with one from my other hand. Rhett carried on humping me, stimulating my penis while I did my prostate. He seemed tireless, never once slowing down, keeping up a steady rhythm on us both.
“Oh man, Rhett, I’m getting close! Are you okay with me coming on you?”
“I don’t care!” he replied. “This just feels too good!” He sped up a little, increasing the pleasure on my penis.
I forced a second finger into him and started running them back and forth. Rhett moaned loudly at the additional stimulation. I felt the starting wave of my orgasm.
“Here it comes!” I warned him.
He said nothing in response, but raised his back off my chest and weighed down on my penis, bucking his hips against mine. I came, semen spilling out on me. I twisted my fingers around inside him and tried to pull them apart, which triggered Rhett. “Errrrgggghhhh!” he let out his characteristic cry as he came, too. As soon as it was over he rolled off to his back beside me, where he lay until his breathing settled down.
“You did great, little buddy!” I whispered to Rhett. “Did you get any of my semen on you?”
“No; that’s why I got off you when you came.”
“Good thinking. Can you hand me the paper towels, please?”
I cleaned off the semen, then told Rhett, “I’ll be back in a moment. I just want to wash myself.” That done, I set a timer on my phone, then kissed his bare bum as I always did; a day with him was never complete without it. I slept a couple of hours with warm, naked Rhett before returning to my bed and he became my “little brother” for the rest of the night.
Wednesday, and our last full day with Rhett. In a repeat of yesterday I went down to the guest bedroom, stripped naked, and got into bed with him. This morning he had an erection, so I woke him up by sucking him. Not wanting to raise suspicions by taking too long, I stopped early and we got dressed for breakfast.
“Mom, can we stay home today?” I asked over breakfast. “We’ve done the zoo and the beach, and we’re going to a Caribou game this evening. I wouldn’t mind just relaxing a bit at home.”
Mom thought for half a minute before she replied. “Well, today was planning on going to the Provincial Museum, the city art gallery, a walking tour of the historical district, taking in a concert at the bandshell, and visiting the dog show at the convention centre.”
I was incredulous. “What? All that?”
She smiled. “Yes, and I still haven’t figured out what we’ll do this afternoon!”
She’d got me! “Mom!” I exclaimed. “So I’m guessing you haven’t planned anything at all.”
“No. I might go out somewhere myself this afternoon, but your Dad’s taking you the game this evening I don’t want to crowd your schedule. You can stick around home if you want, but I think you and Rhett should get some exercise this afternoon, like taking a bike ride or going to a pool.”
We did the bike ride as soon as we could in the morning before the day got too hot. After lunch we sat down to a movie in the basement den, sitting close enough on the couch to be touching but without arms around each other. At about two o’clock Mom called downstairs.
“Boys, I’m off shopping for groceries and other things. I’ll be back around four to start preparing something for dinner.”
“All right, Mom!” I called back. “See you!”
As soon as the car pulled out Rhett looked at me with a grin. “Shall we?”
“Oh, for sure!”
Right there in the den we got naked and started making out. We kissed and fondled each other before moving into a sixty-nine. After a couple of minutes I suggested we go the guest bedroom because that’s where the mineral oil was. Then I had an idea.
“Let’s go upstairs. I want to have sex in my room for a change!”
We grabbed the baby oil and headed up to my bedroom, not even bothering to bring our clothes with us.
“Do you want to do me,” I asked, “or do you want me in you?”
“I want to do you,” he said. “You did me on Monday.”
“All right. Hang on while I get some paper towels.” I pulled a couple off the roll I had hidden in my closet. “These are really handy,” I told him. “No need to keep an old sock or shirt hidden under the bed. Those get smelly after a while.”
I got on my back on the bed. Rhett oiled up both of us, shoved his hard penis into me, and started going at it. With a paper towel on my stomach, I put a hand on my penis and masturbated while Rhett’s filled my rear. We weren’t frantic; we maintained a leisurely pace to stretch out our pleasure. This was the sex I loved, being completely free for us to really enjoy each other instead of being quiet and furtive in the guest room.
I came first, catching my emissions on the paper towels. Rhett was right behind me. He kept his penis inside me for a couple of minutes before pulling out. We kissed. Still naked, I went to the kitchen to dispose of the evidence, then we went downstairs again.
“I want to watch another movie,” said Rhett, “and hold on to you on the couch.”
“Sure. But let’s set our clothes out so we can put them on fast as soon as we hear a door open. I’m not sure if Charlene’s going to be home before Mom or not. Either way, they won’t come downstairs right away so there’s not much danger they’ll catch us naked.”
We watched the movie our favourite way: Rhett in front of me between my spread legs, his back against my upper body, bum up against my penis, legs parallel to mine. I held him in my arms. Every once in a while he wiggled his butt to try to get a reaction out of my penis, and more than once reached behind him to stroke it to an erection. I did the same to him. For us this was just playing around, little different from two boys playing tic-tac-toe on a sheet of scrap paper. Close to four o’clock we heard the garage door opening and got dressed. Mom asked us for help with the groceries, so we carried them from the car to the kitchen for her.
After dinner Dad, Rhett, and I were off to the baseball game. Our city was too small to host a Major League Baseball team, so we had one from a minor league. The crowds weren’t as big, but from what little I gathered by watching MLB on television this game was more lively. Certainly the crowd was enthusiastic. Dad kept up a running commentary for both of us so we could follow the action. He was also generous with the snacks, although I warned Dad to make sure Rhett’s drinks were caffeine-free.
Despite my misgivings about attending a spectator sports event, I actually enjoyed it. Only a couple times I opened the book I’d brought with me to stave off boredom. Dad lightly ribbed me about it but otherwise didn’t comment. Rhett was his usual active self, applauding along with the rest of the crowd and asking my Dad loads of questions (some of which were even about baseball.) To top off a great evening, the Caribou won handily, gaining the lead in the fifth inning and never looking back.
Back home, Rhett and I continued with the Realm of the Dwarf Lords game we’d game been playing since Monday. One change tonight was we got naked once we knew Mom, Dad, and Charlene had gone to bed. But we put a light blanket over ourselves in case someone come down. To make it look like there was no-one downstairs, I turned off all the lights save for a small one in the den and set the sound as low as I could but still hear it. We played like this until after one in the morning.
There was no sex tonight; it was late and we’d already had a round in the afternoon. Instead I kissed his bum as I always did, we kissed and bade each other good-night, and curled up naked and went to sleep. At four in the morning my phone’s alarm sounded. Rhett didn’t wake up. I slipped out of his bed and returned to my own.
I got Rhett out of bed on Thursday the same way I had all week. After breakfast we re-packed his overnight bag in preparation for taking him home. With a grin he pulled out his pyjamas from where they’d been since Sunday. “I didn’t wear these at all!” he exclaimed. “I slept naked the whole time!” (Actually, he misremembered; he’d worn them on Sunday night.)
“Do you enjoy it?”
“Yeah, it was all right. But I think I’ll start wearing them again when I go back home.”
“You can do whatever you want there. I’ve been sleeping naked for a few months now, ever since I started doing it with you. Now it feels silly to be wearing clothes in bed and waking up to find them all tangled around me.”
“It’s not a problem for me,” said Rhett as he put the pyjamas back into the bag.
Sabrina’s flight was expected in the late afternoon. Rhett and I did some bike riding in the morning and played Realm of the Dwarf Lords in the afternoon until we joined Mom going to the airport.
Rhett greeted his mother with a huge hug and kiss when she finally showed up. After collecting her luggage, Mom asked if she’d like to join us for dinner. She accepted. On the drive home she filled us in on the project: it wasn’t the disaster she’d been expecting to walk into, and over three days got it back up to speed and made decent progress.
So we had another dinner with Rhett at home, and Dad and Charlene got to meet Sabrina. She was of course delighted to hear her son had been so well taken care of, and expressed her gratitude to all of us when we told her he’d stayed at our place instead of me just babysitting him alone at hers. Thinking back to the zoo, swimming, bike riding, and the baseball game even I concluded it was for the better. We’d all had a lot of fun, and Rhett and I had even managed a decent amount of nude time and sex.
As expected, Sabrina wanted to get home quickly. She needed to unpack, unwind from the trip, and prepare for heading back to the office tomorrow. Using the pretext of checking the guest bedroom for anything Rhett may have left behind, he and I headed downstairs. In private I gave him a big hug and a kiss, telling him how much I enjoyed our time together. He kissed me back and said he’d had a lot of fun as well. Neither of us were sad; we knew we’d be back to our normal child minding routine in a couple of weeks.
I had one last thing to ask. “Can I kiss your bum good-night right now?”
“Oh, for sure!” he said. Smiling, he pulled down the back of his shorts and underwear, and I finished off my week with him with a pair of kisses.
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