Date: Sun, 7 Apr 2019 18:17:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: pensievemind@aol.com
Subject: "Jay-Mond" Chapter Seven for Gay > Young Friends

Author's note: This is the penultimate chapter of the adventures of Paul,
Jay, Mond and Tony.  Sorry, no real sex this time, but it sets up the final
chapter.

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JAY-MOND: CHAPTER SEVEN


	According to plan, Jay, Mond, Tony and I all took off on our bikes
to the big pool, which was about two miles away from Jay and Mond's house.
It wasn't a community pool with free access, but rather privately owned, so
we had to pay to get in.  We also had to stick a quarter into each locker
to get the key out and to stick out clothes inside.

	Mond, feeling like his normal randy self, had suggested we not wear
our speedos under our shorts, but instead we'd strip naked in the locker
room to put them on, as many men and boys did anyway.  Oddly, we all went
along with his plan, and consequently, we were all at least semi-hard by
the time we walked out to the pool.  I looked around and saw no one wearing
the same sort of swim suits we were wearing.  People stared a bit, most
likely because there were four of us together in the skimpy little suits.

	We laid our large beach towels on an open piece of grass on the
large lawn that surrounded three quarters of the pool, claiming our space,
and then ran and jumped into the pool.  Once we were waist deep, we simply
became boys playing in the water.  Aside from the occasional crotch or ass
grab underwater, there was really nothing sexual about our play.  For my
own part, I managed to enjoy our time together without getting hard at all.
As far as I could tell, none of my friends did either.

	"Let's go the the snack bar," Mond suggested after a couple hours.

	"Yeah, I want a hot dog and some fries," Tony concurred.  We had to
go back to our lockers to get some cash, and then we made our way to the
snack bar window.  I noticed the teenaged girl working the window glancing
down at our crotches as she took our orders.  She was probably a year or
two older than Jay and me.  Such was the culture of the pool that we'd
simply left our towels on the grass where we'd first put them, knowing
they'd be there when we returned.  By then, sitting there at one of the
tables supplied for diners, in an admittedly skimpy swimsuit, didn't feel
strange to me at all.  If I stood up, no one would have a problem seeing
the size and shape of my soft dick.  Still, I couldn't have cared less.

	After eating, we splashed and played around for several more hours,
until we became aware of the time, and realized it was time to change and
go to our respective homes.  We made our way back to the locker room.
Normally Jay and I would go into the shower in our swimsuits and rinse the
chlorine from our bodies.  Today, though, both Mond and Tony stripped off
their speedos and stood there naked, waiting for Jay and me.  We shrugged
to each other and slid off ours as well, and then all four of us strolled
over to the showers.

	"Hey Paul, Jay," I heard a voice from behind me and turned around.
I saw two boys from my class approaching us.  They were Alan and Nate, our
classmates and football jock types who almost never acknowledged my
presence at school.  They walked over and held out their fists, which Jay
and I bumped with our own.  "We thought that was you earlier, but we
weren't sure till now."  Both boys were nude as well, and I couldn't help
glancing down to see both of their rather nice looking cut cocks.  They
turned on the two shower heads next to Jay.

	"What's up?" I asked, curious as to why these two jocks suddenly
chose to talk to us.

	"Not much," Nate replied.  "Just thought we'd say hello."  None of
us were using any kind of soap or shampoo.  We were all just rinsing the
chlorine out of our hair and off our skin.  I could tell both Nate and Alan
were checking out our tan lines.  Theirs were pretty typical of boys who'd
worn long shorts all summer, though neither of their upper bodies were as
dark as any of us.  I looked over and saw Mond and Tony smiling at one
another.  At one point they both bent over and rubbed their calves for no
good reason, except to display their bright white asses and tight pink
pussies, like the little teases they were.

	I chuckled a bit to myself before I turned and noticed both Nate
and Alan's dicks had both thickened and got noticeably longer, just enough
to be obvious.  I couldn't say who or what had caused their dickheads to
clearly separate from their thickened shafts, but there was little doubt
they had hardened and risen a bit.  I began to think that all the jokes
we'd told about boys in the school showers getting turned on might not be
as unbelievable as I'd originally thought.  After a few minutes of forced
casual conversation with the jocks, we left the showers and made our way
back to our lockers, Tony and Mond giggling the entire way.

	"They were so checkin' us out," Mond said quietly, grabbing his
soft cock and stroking it a bit.  Tony giggled, stroking his own dick to
half hardness, as if unaware that there were other men and boys in the
changing room.  Then again, maybe it was because he was fully aware that
others might see him.  He'd come a long way since our first night, when
Mond had to talk him into stripping off in front of Jay and me.

	Unlike most of my trips to the pool, I felt no need to rush putting
on my clothes.  I saw a number of men of various ages checking out the four
of us, clearly intrigued by our tan lines.  One man, who I guessed was in
his late twenties or early thirties asked us if we were all from Europe.
When we told him no, he explained that he spent a lot of time in Europe,
and he rarely saw boys in the U.S. wearing the sort of swimwear we must
wear to have the tan lines we had.  He then simply smiled and said goodbye,
strolling away naked to his own locker in the next row.  It was all we
could do not to start cracking up, but we avoided the temptation, knowing
he'd hear us and know why we were laughing.

	"I told you," I said, as we peddled home.  "Everyone was already
staring at our tan lines.  You know the boys at school will be staring."

	"Yep," Jay agreed, "it's looking like an interesting fall in the
gym showers."

	As Jay prophesied, come Monday the first gym class shower
experience was indeed interesting for him and me.  We both fearlessly
stripped off our gym gear and strolled into the shower, standing at
adjacent shower heads.  After I'd rinsed off my hair, I looked out with
squinted eyes and saw a fair number of others' eyes looking directly at my
crotch.  I was sure they were trying to figure out how I'd got such
intriguing tan lines.  Just to heighten the curiosity, I turned around to
reveal my near fully tanned ass.  I wished I could have seen how many of my
classmates now realized it wasn't white.  From what I saw, all them had
board short type tans, and some even had farmer tans, as if they'd worn a
T-shirt or a tank top all summer long.  That was, of course, excepting the
four black boys in the shower who put our tans to shame.

	I turned and looked at Jay, who winked at me, with his ass also
facing the rest of the boys.  As if of the same mind, we both nodded and
then spun around.  By then we could easily see at least a half dozen boys
whose cocks were fully erect, or at least nearly so.  I made some quick
mental notes of which boys showed interest, but somehow managed to avoid
getting hard myself, at least for a while.  Once we'd returned to our
lockers and dried off, I was sporting a fairly hard dick, and I noticed Jay
was as well.

	We wasted no time getting dressed at that point, despite the fact
that other boys had shown their erections, seemingly with no
self-consciousness.  After all, there was no evidence that it was our
tanned asses that had turned them on.  For all we knew, they may have been
thinking of their girlfriends, or girls they wished were their girlfriends.
Still, there was no denying that I'd seen several boys staring at my
crotch, and some of those had popped wood.

	"Did you see Wyatt's boner?" Jay asked quietly as we walked towards
the cafeteria.  "He has a nice lookin' dick.  Not all that big, but still."

	"I was too busy checkin' out Phil's ass," I whispered back.  "Man,
that ass was made to be fucked.  It looks like two halves of a white soccer
ball stuck together."

	Jay and I managed to be near the front of the lunch line, and so we
filled our trays and grabbed an empty table.  We chuckled together,
speculating over whether our curious tan lines were the cause of any of the
other boys' shower erections.  As we continued to discuss our classmates,
one of those we'd seen boned up, Dean DeMarco, set his tray next to mine
and sat down.  There was no need for him to ask if he could join us since
any empty seat was up for grabs to anyone.

	"How you guys doin'?" Dean asked.  Offering his fist for us to
bump.

	"Livin' the dream, dude," Jay responded, making Dean and I laugh.
I'd noticed Dean before, and I always thought he was pretty attractive.  In
fact, I remembered my mother talking about some actor from years ago,
saying he was too pretty to be a boy.  Dean was like that, at least in my
mind.  He had some very distinctive features, including a darker skin tone
than many of the boys in our class. I assumed from his name that maybe it
had to do with his Italian heritage.  His hair was jet black and wavy, and
he kept it parted in the middle.  He was constantly using his fingers to
push it back off his forehead, though it never seemed to need it.

	"Hey," Dean said hesitantly, "Can I ask you guys something?"  I
looked across at Jay, and by the grin on his face I could see we both knew
what was coming.

	"Sure," I replied.  "Ask away."

	"I don't want you to think I was perving or anything," Dean
explained.  "But I was kinda wondering..."  He pushed his tater tots around
on his plate for a few seconds, and then looked across at Jay and said, "It
was kinda hard to miss, really."

	"What was?" Jay asked, clearly enjoying playing with Dean.

	Dean cleared his throat before going on.  "I noticed that you guys
hardly had any...  I mean, you're both... tan... like almost everywhere."

	"Yeah," I shrugged.  "I guess we are."  When he didn't continue, I
asked, "So what's your question?"

	"Oh," Dean shook his head as if trying to clear it.  "I guess I was
just wondering... like... what the heck you guys did to get that way."

	"We just laid out in the sun," Jay replied, now obviously
delighting in Dean's discomfort.

	"Yeah, but," Dean nearly stammered, "But... what the heck were you
wearing?"

	"Oh, is that all?" Jay laughed.  "I just found these really cool
things when I was on vacation.  They call them thongs.  I bought one for me
and decided to get one for Paul, just to see if he'd like it."

	"But it looked like... like your whole... butts are tan, too," Dean
persisted.

	"Yeah, that's how thongs work," I explained.  "They pretty much
cover up your junk in front, but only have a thin band around your waist
and a string that goes... well in your butt crack."

	"So, like everybody can see your whole ass?" Dean asked, his
curiosity clearly overcoming his discomfort.  I noticed his right hand drop
into his crotch to make an adjustment.

	"Well, yeah," Jay responded.  "You just have to decide where you
wear them.  I wore mine all the time on vacation, but there aren't many
places around here where you can."

	"So did you go on vacation with Jay?" Dean asked me.

	"No," I replied.  "I wish!  But I wore mine in a friend's yard that
was real private so I could get an almost all over tan."

	"Well, it looks awesome," Dean smiled, and then seemed to catch
himself.  "I mean, it looks so different than the rest of us with our white
butts and thighs."  He paused a bit before adding, "Some of the other guys
wondering about it, too."

	"Oh?" Jay tilted his head.  "What were they wondering?"

	"Pretty much the same as me," Dean shrugged.  "No one could figure
out how you got your butts tanned.  Some thought you had to lay out naked
or something."

	"Not quite," I chortled.  "Might have looked like that when we were
on our stomachs, though.  I mean, there's nothing covering our butt cheeks,
and just a little band above them and string between them."

	"You guys are wild," Dean snorted.  "I'm not sure I'd have the
guts."

	"If you saw how many guys wore them down in the Caribbean, you'd
probably have no problem," Jay replied.  "There were some guys who
shouldn't have, though.  Like some of them were pretty fat, and some had
really, really ugly butts!"  We all laughed at the thought.

	Dean took a deep breath, and then said, "Well, I think you guys are
really brave.  I mean, you had to know people would notice... y'know, like
in the showers."

	"Only the people who were looking," I chuckled.  "But you're the
only one who's said anything... so far."

	"To you, anyway" Dean said, shaking his head.  "A lot of them were
talking about it, though."  So it seemed that what we'd been predicting had
indeed come to pass.  I felt myself chubbing up a little, knowing that Jay
and I had caused something of a sensation among the boys in the PE showers.
I suspected that Dean would be sharing the details of our conversation with
others who would have noticed him sitting with us at lunch.  Of course, I
couldn't help but wonder if there was a reason that it had been Dean who
broached the subject.

	Wanting to press the issue, I looked across at Jay.  As if he could
read the question in my eyes, he gave me two quick little nods.

	"So, you thought our butts looked awesome, Dean?" I asked, leaning
over just enough to bump him with my shoulder.

	"N-n-no," Deam stammered.  "I just meant it was kinda cool that you
guys... y'know... would let your butts show outside like that."

	"You shoulda been with us this summer," Jay said, joining in with
what had become something of a seduction game.  "We laid out all day with
my little brother and his friend.  They wore speedos, though."

	"I don't have a thong, though," Dean chuckled.  "Or even a speedo.
I'd still be white all over my ass and down my legs."

	"Well, you coulda taken your shorts off and laid on your stomach,"
I pushed further.  "Then at least your butt would be totally tanned."

	"Naked?"  Dean looked up at me.  "No way, dude!"

	"S'no big deal," Jay said. "We went naked in our friend's back yard
sometimes."  He didn't bother to mention it was only once on the previous
Friday.  He was clearly trying to create images in Dean's mind.

	"What, like you were both just... naked?"  Dean asked
incredulously.

	"No, all four of us," Jay replied.  "Me, Paul, my brother Mond and
his friend Tony."

	I took that moment to cast a glance down into Dean's lap.  There
was no doubt that a tent had formed there, and there was even a wet spot at
the tip of that tent.  He was obviously aroused by what he was hearing, and
at that moment I knew that Jay and I could talk him into sharing in our
games.

	However, I thought it best to try to develop a bit of a friendship,
since this was really the first time either Jay or I had really been
engaged in any sort of conversation with this handsome young man.  I
steered the conversation to more mundane subjects, and discovered that Dean
had an older brother who had started college that year.  He also had a
little brother, named Aaron, two years his junior, placing him in the eight
grade with Mond and Tony.  His parents were divorced, and he and his
brothers lived with their father.  He explained that his mother was in a
relationship with another man, whom none of the boys liked much.  They'd
begged to be allowed to live with their father.

	Amazingly, Dean revealed all of this during a single lunch period.
Of course, we shared nearly as much, as was only fair, though leaving out
the best fun we all had together.  By the time lunch was over, both Jay and
I were convinced that Dean would be a prime candidate for some sex play in
the future, agreeing that we both found him attractive.  We would, of
course, have to spend more time priming him, and then choosing the right
time and location, but we felt sure that we could eventually entice him
into joining us in some sensual recreation.

	This was, of course, exactly the outcome we'd hoped our unique tan
lines would produce.  It was like casting a line into the water to see what
you could hook.  And if what Dean had told us was true, about the
conversations among the other boys, then it was likely he wasn't the only
fish who could be dragged into our boat.