The Embarrassment of Riches

The Embarrassment of Riches Chapter Ten: The Watershed

The people, places and events of this story exist only in my (and now your) imagination; therefore, any resembelences to real people, real places or real events would be really cool.

It was colder than an assassin's mercy; November was a month of long nights and cold days. It was early on Wednesday morning on the last day of the month and the sun was struggling from its bed on the horizon; the sun would be tucked in again by 4PM. There was very little to distinguish one grey November day from another, except perhaps that it was St Andrews day and E.J.'s birthday.

Providence had conspired to bring Martin and E.J. together today; a weekday rendezvous or tryst would have been difficult to arrange. Martin's parents never used to especially worry about him; he had never done anything to cause worry. But over the last two and a half months, he had got a part-time job, admitted to having a boyfriend and started getting a social life in the form of Connor and his cohorts. Now they were worried he was a normal teenager.

Martin knew his parents would never let him out on a school night – he may be seventeen but they weren't even happy about him being out after the watershed. He could sneak out but that option did not really enter Martin's guileless brain. But then Connor, Martin still struggled to understand how they had become friends given the circumstances, suggested Martin join them for a practice swimming meet. The Symposium was where E.J. worked... now Martin's brain was engaging with guile.

E.J. was thinking about the day ahead and trying not to think about it being his thirty-first birthday. He knew his facebook page would have a few dozen "happy birthdays" on it and that several cards would be on his doormat once the postman had been.

But quite bedside the marking of his birthday, he had work to go to. Another Wednesday, another day at work; E.J. was dressed in black trousers and a white slim-fitting shirt, the top button undone. Wednesday was hump day, but at the Symposium E.J. usually had a nice schedule that was not too gruelling. For starters he had the swimming team from the Earl of Lennox Boys School to supervise.

It had, from time to time, worried E.J. that he supervised that particular group. He was what was colloquially known as `openly gay' so supervising, instructing or otherwise overseeing a group of teenage boys was something that could be easily misinterpreted; even at a club like the Symposium Athletics Club which was frequented primarily by gay men.

E.J. was attracted to only one seventeen year old and that was Martin and that was already a complicated story worth 71,000 words. E.J.'s rationale if queried on the topic, which he never was, was quite simple. Have you ever seen a baby, a toddler or an adolescent and said "aww, aren't they cute?" Of course you have, unless you don't have a soul. Babies and toddlers and adolescent dafties are cute. But by cute, one does not mean: "I want to fuck them in the face," because that would be an abomination. E.J. has similar feelings about the boys he instructed from the Earl of Lennox Boys School; they'll grow up to be heart breakers, they're handsome young men, they're cute – but that is all. He also read crime novels but he didn't want to murder anyone.

E.J. thought a bit more about Martin as he drove to work; his boyfriend, a term they mutually agreed could now be used, was the one who had encouraged him to wear briefs. E.J. had not worn briefs for about twenty years but he liked them a lot. Today they were pale grey and E.J. liked the way they fit snugly around his cock and balls, they way the shaped over his hips and the way they slid along his thighs. E.J. mostly enjoyed the sight of Martin in his pants – especially the way Martin's balls just (only just) peeked out of the crotch of the briefs where it hugged the thighs.

Sigh. No time for a morning wank. Happy birthday, E.J.

Martin was not used to having friends again. It had taken him by surprise to find himself messaging Connor at half past seven in the morning and asking for a favour. If Martin had to owe Connor, so be it; though given how their friendship had started – a group cum shot in the school changing room – Martin, if he were more savvy, could argue this was settling things with Connor. Connor would not agree, he would argue he had the upper hand. That was true, Connor did know certain things that Martin would prefer was not made public – his job at the Pothos Emporium; more specifically the extracurricular responsibilities of the job.

As it was, Martin asked and Connor delivered.

Martin wanted to join the school swimming team for their practice today. Who was Connor to stop a shit-hot guy who wanted to put on a tiny Speedo and get wet. Connor was almost wet at the thought of it. It was always fun to have Martin along for the Earl of Lennox Boys School football practice; the showers afterward had always been enjoyable thanks to Martin's disinherited nudity around the locker room. And in the shower. Connor had only recently discovered that that disinhibition extended to jerking off in the shop front of a gay clothing shop. And stripping totally naked while he and his friends were clothed and they came all over another stud.

Fuck. No time for a morning wank.

What there had been time for was choosing an appropriate Speedo for Martin to wear.

"It's at least two sizes too small," Sean had pointed out.

"I think that might be the point, bro," Matthew chipped in.

"Well, I for one want no part in this," Kazuo said with mock indignation, doing his best to sound like he was taking the moral high ground. "You think you can just go around exploiting people for their bodies? Just because they're tall, and attractive; long legged with a smashing arse and a big cock..." Kazuo stopped before turning his brown eyes to meet the creased faces of his friends. "Sorry, what point was I trying to make?"

"Fuck knows," Connor said. "Anyway, I've spoken to Mr Pate and he's cool with Martin coming along to swimming today."

Their P.E. teacher was usually laid back but Martin had worried Mr Pate would not let him join the team having expressed no previous interest. That was where Connor came in – to smooth the edges of the request and persuade him.

Little persuasion had been needed in the end; "I don't give rat's arse where Martin goes for class today. He can do cross country with the boys who swim like stones or he can join you. Just don't let him drown or there'll be hell to pay."

"I'll give him the kiss of life myself if I have to sir," Connor shot back.

"Too much information, Connor," Mr Pate had replied.

Connor. It had taken months to get the teachers to address him by his preferred name. He was only Ephraim if he was getting into trouble or if the teacher didn't like him. But pretty much everyone liked Ephraim O'Connor.

"There's just one more thing we need to do before swim practice starts," Connor told his friends with a self-satisfied grin.

P.E. on Wednesday was a double period that immediately followed lunch. Usually, they boys would meander their way to the Symposium, meeting the other boys from the team and getting into the pool by the back of two o'clock. Today, they had every reason to be early.

In no time at all, Martin had assimilated comfortably into Connor's group of friends and was a welcome addition. Connor had a boyfriend in Tom and Kazuo had the hot's for everyone; Matt was a mystery sometimes and Connor wondered if he filled the heart of boy and girl with mutual flame. Matt hadn't yet come out as straight to their little group.

It was Sean who Connor had observed taking the most sincere interest in Martin. Connor's motivation was selfish and physical but Sean liked Martin. Sean fancied Martin a lot but he was nous enough to accept Martin was attached.

That was a mystery Connor had, so far, not unravelled. They whole gang knew Martin had a boyfriend, but his lips were sealed on who he was. The boys chatted while they ate lunch and then Connor encouraged them to head over early to the Symposium.

Martin was a little uneasy as he neared the object of his affection. He had successfully manoeuvred events to his benefit – he would get to see E.J. today, maybe even tease him in his Speedo.

Happy birthday, deputy manager.

Didn't have the same ring to it as "happy birthday, Mr President" but it's the thought that counts.

Martin's heart was fluttering when they got to the entrance of the athletics club; he knew there was a risk in this – that Connor or someone might realise he was dating E.J. Chemistry in the sexual sense could be read by some people – generally Martin wasn't perceptive enough to see it but others might be. What if they saw the way he and E.J. engaged; after all, E.J. was an older man. The age thing wasn't an issue in their relationship, except... except, sometimes Martin did think about it. He was seventeen now. When E.J. was seventeen, Martin would have been three years old. Martin shook away that thinking now; actually, he liked to think of himself as the younger boyfriend - the toy boy even.

The boys were in rude humour when they reached the changing room and started to strip off. There was only a few other men around, all handsome enough for a brief check out. But Martin was the sight they wanted to see.

Connor, Sean, Kazuo and Matthew started to undress; pulling off their school uniforms and pretending not to notice the men had not also checked them out. Checking out school boys, the perverts. Martin, either completely forgetting or ignoring the fact he had no swimwear to change into (for it was still secreted in Connor's bag) also began to stip.

Clothes were removed and folded and put away in school bags. Underwear were inevitably the top item; and then Speedo swimwear was pulled on over smooth peachy bums. But not before smooth legs, cocks and balls had been bared. Actually, Connor was the only one who was completely hairless – satin smooth – the other regular swimmers had patches of pubes above their cock's and over their balls with stubble under the arms. Martin noticed his as they pulled on their swimwear; he was only just folding his trousers.

Now standing in just his briefs, Martin pushed them down and slipped them over his bare feet. On top of the pile in the bag which was then sealed in his locker. Poor naive Martin, it hadn't quite twigged he had nothing to wear.

Martin was comfortable in locker rooms; undressing, being naked, showering, noticing other guys. He was not so used to realising he was also being noticed. But he realised now as he had to wait while Connor found his swimwear.

"I swear it's in here," Connor said. "I brought a kit with me too to get you ready for the practice today."

"What... what do you mean, get me ready?" Martin asked uneasily.

"Well, you're a little on the hairy side," said Matt.

"You're going to shave me?" Martin asked a little too loudly so several other men noticed the naked lad and what was happening.

"Not totally. Just a trim," Sean said. "If you permanently join the team you might want to think about it though."

"So what then?" Martin asked, "What do you plan to shave?"

Connor was successful at last – pulling out a toilet bag and a small packet with a swim suit inside. Connor took his time to repack his back and lock it up, extending Martin's nudity time.

Connor answered the question Martin had posed; "Legs, under your arms, pubes..." he teased.

Martin didn't want to lose all that.

"...Can all stay," Connor said with a laugh. He enjoyed subverting expectations. "We're just going to shave the top of your thighs, especially the inner thigh. It's just a bit unsightly when you have a Speedo on and all this hair spouts out around it."

Connor was bullshitting – no-one cared. No-one would notice. The shaving was but a prelude.

Martin in a Speedo – everyone would be looking at the bulge and the naked chest and, rather easily, imagining Martin naked. But Connor liked to tease and control and an excuse to touch Martin during the process was a hell of a bonus.

"Oh, right, ok," Martin replied.

"It'll be easier to do it before you put the Speedo on. Also, you don't want to get shaving foam on them, do you?" Connor said.

An excuse to keep Martin naked while he smeared shaving foam on Martin's thighs and removed what was fairly insubstantial. Martin wasn't a hairy boy, but there was enough to make an excuse to shave. Connor knew many gay lads loved everything saved bald – the last turkey in the shop look for the cock and balls. Connor removed all his hair below the neck for swimming, but couldn't lie he liked the silky feel of his skin too. But with people Connor had fooled around with, it didn't much matter to him one way or the other.

There was a good reason why Connor was not pushing for a full body shave on Martin. One, he was sure it would push Martin away and that he would balk at the idea and two, Connor was looking forward to seeing what went on show when the too-small Speedo were donned.

Speedo that show off a bald pubis was much less humiliating than exposing a bush of pubes.

"Ok, go ahead," Martin said.

"Spread your legs a little wider," Connor asked and Martin complied.

Connor's warm hands smeared cool shaving foam all over Martin's inner thighs; his hand moved all the way into the groin and brushed Martin's balls. Martin felt the subtle bush and tied to ignore it but his dick gave a little excited tremble and expanded by half an inch. Connor smeared shaving foam for longer than was necessary and then spent time drawing a decent razor across the skin. He added more shaving foam to Martins belly, but only to tidy up the treasure trail where it met the bush of hair above Martin's dick. There were no cuts when Connor finished; he did a good job thanks to plenty of practice and good merchandise.

"Have a feel guys, it's a big improvement," Connor said.

Connor was aware of half a dozen men still watching as Sean, Matt and Kazuo slid their hands along Martin's upper legs. They too came dangerously close to touching his cock and balls but only teased it out another half inch. Martin's semi-hard cock was bigger than some men's total erections. Once they were done fondling him in front of the captive audience, Connor suggested Martin check the result for himself.

Martin's own hand on his thigh was just as teasing, but he knew his touch well enough to prevent causing any more excitement.

"Why don't you look at the result in the mirror, c'mon," said Connor.

Connor gripped Martin's arm and pulled him towards a big full length mirror. Connor stepped back to let Martin have a good look. His legs did look better, the transformation subtle but effective. His abdomen too, "tidied up" as Connor had put it was very effective. He hoped E.J. would find it a turn on. Without thinking, Martin slid one hand across his inner thigh again to feel and observe the result at the same time, another hand slid over his abdomen but stopped short of touching the six inches of dangling cock.

"What the fuck are you doing?" was the question from Martin's left.

Martin turned and took in the sight before him. Where before, as he checked himself out in the mirror, he had been in profile; the ninety degree turn to face the voice of one of his seventeen year old classmates took him into full frontal exposure.

He was now looking at a dozen boys in school uniform, arriving to change into their swimsuits.

They were still in the main foyer of the Symposium.

Martin had been exposing himself to everyone in the reception area while he gazed into the mirror mirror on the wall.

He still was exposing himself.

Martin's hands fell to cup his cock and balls.

He hadn't realised that the mirror Connor had led him to was the one right at the entrance to the locker room. The mirror faced into the locker room, sure; and it was the last thing you looked into before turning the corner to exit and rejoin the main reception of the Symposium.

The foyer of the Stirling Symposium was big without being grand. It was big enough for a dozen men beyond Martin's classmates to have plenty of room to arrive. Martin could have hoped these men had not seen him, but it would have been a fool's hope: everyone had seen the hot stud naked. Now they all watched him embarrassedly turn to go back into the safety of the locker room and were treated to an albeit brief ass-shot as he went back in.

"Seriously, what were you doing Martin?" asked the boy again, Raymond was his name.

"I, well, I mean Connor..."

"He's thinking about joining our group," Connor explained. "He needed tidied up a bit and must have forgot himself in checking out the result."

"I'll say," Raymond said; "About twenty guys out there saw your..." Raymond didn't finish, a boy too embarrassed to even say "saw your dick."

Connor handed over Martin's Speedo while the other lads moved onto other topics of conversation. Martin was grateful to have something to wear at last; he spotted the school logo on the hip of the swimwear as he slipped his bare feet into them and bent over to pull them up. They were a snug fit that had some trouble containing his balls and his penis.

In the end, Martin slipped a hand into the Speedo and readjusted his cock. His dick pointed long toward his left hip, big enough to appear almost semi-hard although it was not. What worried Martin most was the way the crack of his arse could be seen, the seat of the Speedo not quite sufficient to cover his bum. Although, equally worrying was the fact that Martin's pubes above his dick exploded out of the top of the Speedo.

The result was even more awesome than Connor, Matt, Sean and Kazuo could have imagined. Martin was going to object about how much the Speedo exposed but before he could, he heard E.J.'s voice.

"Alrighty boys, let's get pool side."

E.J. passed Martin before he had a chance to turn so all Martin saw was E.J.'s back.

Nice arse.

E.J., even from the back, looked handsome in his shirt and trousers. Clearly, he was not the only one who thought so.

"I'd totally do that," said Kazuo; everyone was thinking it though.

Martin smiled because he had done that.

E.J. disappeared behind a line of lockers and passed though a wide passage lined with showers (for rinsing off after a swim) and into the pool area. The boys had all changed into their swim wear and followed a few seconds behind E.J.

"That's E.J.," said Sean, who stood a little to close as he shared information; "He's the deputy manager here, supervises our swim class."

"Wouldn't mind him supervising me doing other things," added Connor.

Martin didn't want to tackle that one so he said nothing. He followed the other boys as everyone filed out towards the pool. Martin's butterflies were back; how would E.J. react when he finally spotted Martin? As Martin followed behind Kazuo and Matthew, with Connor and Sean following behind and checking out his arse, he kept his eyes on E.J. who was facing away from him.

Martin passed E.J. who was deep in conversation with another employee; "If there's any more problems, put him through to my office and come get me, ok?"

The boys were all lined up, a couple were sat at the pool edge with their legs in the water, when E.J. turned to face the group.

"Ok guys..." E.J. started.

E.J. had spotted Martin at last.

E.J.'s pulse quickened immediately.

Why was Martin here, was it a trap, was it a trick, was he being made a fool of, was Martin going to expose him, was Martin going to call him a pervert, were these his new friends; had Martin simply joined the school swim team, was he here to surprise him for his birthday, how long had he been not talking for?

"Eh, right," E.J. recovered; "Everyone can begin the usual warm ups. Except, you... I don't believe I've seen you on the team before."

Martin smiled at E.J. it was strange to hear E.J. talk as if they did not know each other.

"I'm just here for the practice today. I'm not really on the team," Martin said.

There was a sotto voice in the background saying "Too right you're not," and the voice had a point. Most boys on the school's competitive swim team had been practicing for years; Martin was in no position to saunter in six months before they all left the Lord Gower Boys School forever.

In fairness, there were several boys who attended the swim class just to swim. The school's sixth year P.E. allowed boys to attend swimming every week or stay on school grounds and run cross country or play football, hockey, basketball – or whichever activity the teacher chose that particular day.

"Perhaps we should talk briefly about pool etiquette before you get started," E.J. said. He had wanted to go with an innuendo; "...before you get wet," but he bottled it.

The boys started their lengths of the pool as Martin approached E.J. Neither noticed Sean was still watching, pulling attention from his swim.

"What the fuck?" said E.J.

E.J. had to admit that the sight of Marin in Speedo was magnificent but still... WTF?

"Surprise," Martin said in a low voice.

"Very surprised," E.J. agreed; "Did I mention what the f..."

"Yes, I think you did," Martin interrupted. "I came with my school friends. You're not mad are you?"

"Well, no," E.J. said. "Of course not, I'm always happy to see you. Especially so much of you."

Martin laughed and blushed. He really was quite a sight in tiny Speedo that hardly covered his penis or his bum, his pubes showing; and his class mates might not tell all back that the Lord Gower, but bits of these antics would get back around at school. The school was like a gossip magazine and he just hoped to avoid the centre page.

"Well, thank you," E.J. said warmly. "It was a great birthday present, I couldn't ask for more."

The lesson thereafter was without incident – there were laps to be completed and raced between boys and Martin proved himself to be rather a strong swimmer, though no match for the team boys. A half hour before the end of the lesson, the employee E.J. had been talking to at the beginning arrived and whispered in E.J.'s ear. E.J. appeared quite frustrated; not at the lad who was a messenger of bad news though. E.J.'s hand rested on the lad's big bicep as he thanked him and left the pool area. E.J. ma have looked back to see Martin as he left but Martin was mid-length and could not stop. Whatever the messenger had said had necessitated E.J.'s attention and left him in charge.

Martin made an excuse to no-one in particular as he hauled himself out of the pool.

"Where are you off to?" asked Sean who was racing in relay with Kazuo against Connor and his twin.

Quick, lie.

"Eh... I need a poo."

Yup. That'll do it.

Martin hadn't meant it to be so funny but he still laughed at his own joke and Sean still laughed too, missing several vital seconds of his turn to continue the race. Kazuo gave a bewilder growl to Martin who was hurrying off out of the pool area; Kazuo could be very competitive.

Martin's wet feet made a slapping noise on the poolside tiles and he looked down at his big bare feet, his wet legs, his tiny Speedo; the water bouncing lots of light off his body. He was going to make an excuse to the lad left in charge of the school group but it was obvious, even to Martin, that he didn't give a monkeys so he just walked on by without a word.

Martin made it to the locker room and orientated himself. The big room was filled with locker and benches; showers and private changing rooms and a sauna fed off of it. In one of the corners farthest from the pool was the main entrance where he had humiliated himself earlier; in the other was a door Martin had only an intuitive feeling about. He pulled it open and was rewarded – it was a long corridor that ran the length of the back of the Symposium.

The corridor ahead had many doors feeding off of it – toilets, training rooms, offices etc. Martin was as sure as he could be that he had been in one of the offices at the far end of that corridor before. The office he and E.J. had fooled around in after the Halloween party – E.J.'s office.

Martin made his way down the corridor, still clad only in his too-small Speedo and still a little damp. He was half way up when another door opened and two handsome lads in Symposium shorts and t-shirt emerged. Martin didn't want the staff to arrest his progress or stop him from reaching his destination so, before they could turn to see the nearly-naked boy, he turned the nearest handle and dived into the room.

Martin closed the door and intended to wait until he heard them pass; but then he turned to see what was in the room. Apart from exercise equipment, there was nine sweaty men checking him out.

The ground that had opened up to swallow Martin up had also swallowed up whatever had caused the men to work up such a sweat. Martin smiled uncertainly and they all smiled very happily and Martin opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out and then the men opened their mouths and a dribble of drool came out.

Martin heard the lads pass by and, without anyone saying a single word, he turned the handle and escaped their watchful gaze. He didn't want to waste any more time so he ran to the end of the corridor; E.J.'s office door conveniently had a nameplate on it. Without knocking, Martin turned the handle and sauntered in – E.J. saw him and his jaw hit the floor.

"Martin... what?" he asked.

"I came to surprise you again," Martin replied.

"You shouldn't be here," E.J. replied.

E.J. knew it sounded ungratefully admonishing but he really wasn't sure about having a nearly-naked school boy in his office. People might talk and they'd be right to.

"I know," Martin replied with no sense of the jeopardy he was really placing E.J. in.

Martin stalked towards E.J.'s expensive desk, walked around it and kissed E.J. on the lips. Despite the danger, E.J. was grateful to feel those warm wet lips on his. E.J. swivelled his chair to face Martin and opened his legs so Martin could step closer. E.J.'s hands landed on Martin's hips; Martin's skin was smooth and still just a little damp, the Speedo was damp too and the last thing he would want would be for Martin to catch a cold so he helped Martin out of them

Martin's Speedo fell to his ankles and he was naked before E.J. After the longest and most indulgent of oral exchanges, he kiss was broken and E.J. could take it all in. Martin was fucking delicious; but although he was good enough to eat, Martin had different ideas. It was he who had the appetite this time and it was he who wanted to be fed.

Martin dropped to his knees and began to pull at E.J.'s trousers; the deputy manager sitting in his office chair on his thirty-first birthday was powerless before the horney teenager who's cock was long and dribbling pre-cum on the floor. With E.J.'s cock released, Martin knelt down with E.J.'s desk behind him and swivelled E.J. towards him. E.J.'s equally big (almost) cock stood like a leaning tower emerging from his crotch – his trousers and underwear pulled down just a little so his penis and balls were completely freed.

Martin leaned over the mighty organ and licked the head, he tilted his head and eyes up to look into E.J.'s face as he did it and saw the effect it had. Martin's tongue played up and down the shaft, making long licks of it with careful attention paid to the underside of E.J. cock where it was most sensitive. Martin was getting ready to take it properly in his mouth when E.J.'s door opened.

"Hi boss," the voice sounded young.

E.J. nearly jumped out of his skin and luckily not out of his chair considering his cock was out; also because Martin's mouth was now over the fat leaking muscle. E.J. shuffled the chair forward, pushing Martin into the cubby hole beneath the desk. Martin's bare feet touched the back of the desk; it was a good thing it was enclosed or Martin would have found himself edged out arse first towards whomever had entered; his hole proffered to the lad.

"John, hi, what's up?" E.J. was trying to sound normal which is hard to do when your cock is being sucked.

John smiled, "Fine. I heard you got a call from Mr Mendel? Another call, I mean?"

"I did tell Bill he could come get me if he called again. It was a short conversation," E.J. replied.

"Has he taken no for an answer?" John sounded concerned.

"Isaac Mendel is a pig-headed ass." E.J. was, despite the sensations filling him from the blow job, able to be roused to anger at the thought of Mr Mendel. "He has successfully alienated Mr Douglas in Glasgow and Mr Hendry in Edinburgh."

"He seems to want to join the club here in Stirling," John said with a hint of worry.

"You can't always get what you want," E.J. retorted.

Martin was all too aware he could not make too much sound; every such and gulp and lick sounded noisy but John didn't seem to hear. Martin continued his pleasuring by touching his lips to the very tip of E.J.'s hard cock and flicking his tongue across the tip. E.J. nearly moaned with pleasure but stopped himself.

"But if you try sometimes, you get what you need," John replied with an amused tone. "We, the guys and I, just wanted to make sure he hadn't tempted you to the dark side."

"You're safe, no Symposium Athletics Club will be allowing that prick through their doors."

"Thanks boss, you need anything? Tea, coffee..."

Tissues?

"No thanks John," E.J. answered.

The door opened and closed a couple of seconds later. Then E.J. rolled back to allow Martin some space; the tall boy had done well to fold himself into the small space beneath the desk. No words were needed. Martin got to work gobbling E.J.'s cock until he came.

The ejaculation was hot and dribbled out of Martin's mouth despite his best efforts. Martin swallowed and then licked the bendy organ up and down, to save the bits that had dribbled out.

"Martin..."

"Happy birthday," Martin replied.

Martin stood up; once again exposing his long body for inspection. E.J.'s hands ran up and down Martin's smooth naked skin and his cock came to life; E.J.'s hand slid between Martin's legs and stroked the inside of his thigh where it was now smooth and tidy. E.J. lifted his eyes to Martin's face and smiled until they kissed again.

Then Martin caught sight of the clock, "Shit, I need to go."

E.J. didn't argue – he had been happy just to see Martin on his birthday and he understood Martin had to get back before anyone missed him; the other boys would be emerging from the pool and getting ready any minute now. It was a giggle to watch Martin try to fit his eight inch plus cock into the tiny Speedo that had struggled to contain his flaccid penis.

"See you soon?" Martin asked.

"Hope so," E.J. replied.

E.J. had pulled his trousers back up and pushed his dick back in – looking every bit the responsible adult he (usually) tried to be. Martin opened the office door slowly and checked the coast was clear then exited.

The trip back to the locker room was swift. At the last minute he thought to wipe his mouth and a good thing too, traces of slivery cum were on his lips. Back in the locker room the guys were all getting showered or dressed. It was in the shower, once it was just himself with Connor and his cohorts that the questions came.

"Where'd you go to?" Connor asked.

"Nowhere really," Martin answered.

"Does nowhere have a name?" Sean asked.

"And a big dick?" Kazuo added.

"And a Symposium uniform?" chipped in Matthew.

They were all naked under the running water. The five naked teens openly discussed, without any compunction, Martin's disappearance.

"I don't know what you mean," Martin lied.

"Sure you do. We're not totally stupid," Connor said, wiping soap away from his hairless groin.

"Don't be embarrassed. The guys here are totally hot – all of them. It's like a eugenics camp around here; freakin' everyone is attractive. They should give you a job," Sean complemented.

Martin blushed and turned to was his bum, trying not to look at the others.

"I'd rather not say who he is," Martin eventually answered.

"I fuckin' knew it," Connor said; "Kudos, anyone here would be a good catch. You're a good catch too," he added as he left the shower.

Connor was followed by Kazuo and Matthew, leaving only Sean.

Sean wiped water from his face and asked, just loud enough for Martin to hear; "It's E.J. isn't it?"

Martin didn't answer.

"He's a good catch too," Sean said but he seemed sad that Martin was off the market. "But be careful. I mean... he's an older man. Just be careful."

"He's a good man," Martin said to Sean's back. "He's a good man."

Friday night and Johnnie was showered, shaved, dressed and hair done. He thought he looked pretty good and hoped Calvin would think so too. It was hard to be around Cal sometimes; most of the time they were just like the old friends they had always been but sometimes...

Johnnie liked to think about Cal while he was masturbating, certainly they hadn't done anything together for months. Had it been that long? Was that how long it had been since Calvin started searching for "the real thing" as he put it?

Not so long ago, and since they started high school, Johnnie and Cal had fooled around and had sex and been naked together; they'd had a laugh playing games, dares, tricks. It seemed like an awfully long time ago. Johnnie appreciated that Cal wanted a proper relationship but it stung that it never even entered his friends head to consider him. Apparently it was obvious how he felt about Cal, so why did his oldest friend not see it?

This way lay madness.

Was this what it was like to covet something? Was this how much it sucked when you weren't getting what you desired? Johnnie had even tried to tell Calvin; the night he came home bummed out about his boyfriend being a total prick. Johnnie had been there for him. Johnnie had tied to say: if you want the real thing, choose me.

Obsessional thinking.

That's what this is called. Thoughts that won't leave you.

His head was starting to hurt.

"What're you reading?"

Johnnie looked up from where he sat on his bed and saw Calvin watching him. Cal looked very handsome, all dressed up for a night out.

"High school yearbook," Johnnie replied, though the words on the page seemed to blur and double as he looked at them.

"Ha, do you remember the yearbook photo?" Calvin said.

What he meant was THE yearbook photo. That was another story.

"How could I forget," Johnnie replied; "I looked shit-hot, right?"

Johnnie was hoping for some validation here.

"You're always shit-hot."

Score.

"Thanks," Johnnie replied with smile. "I was thinking... maybe instead of going out, we could stay in? Just you and me and a bottle of Jack D?"

"Yea? I thought were going out to look at boys?" Calvin said humorously.

"I'm a boy. Look no farther."

"Shut up," Calvin said.

He wasn't taking Johnnie seriously. It hurt; again. Johnnie wanted to tell him, say it straight. He was going to say it; maybe Calvin just didn't get what Johnnie was trying to say, to ask.

"I like you. I want you and I think we should be together."

That's what Johnnie was going to say but instead, what was said was:

"Are you guys ready to go because I'm on my forth drink and want to get rowdy," and it was Daniel who spoke rather than Johnnie.

Johnnie swallowed the bitter taste of missed opportunity; of delay; of being a bloody coward.

"Sure thing, lead the way," Calvin replied; "Do you need someone to carry you or can you still walk in a wobbly line all by yourself."

"I'm wobbly enough without carrying you two," Daniel joked.

"Johnnie, are you coming?" Calvin asked, oblivious to Johnnie's disappointment.

"I'm coming."

Having spent the last two nights thinking about Martin in his Speedo, Connor felt a little guilty; he had a boyfriend after all. It made it difficult for Connor to imagine continuing to push things with Martin – as much as he liked seeing him naked and as much as he longed to do more... He was falling in love with Tom.

Connor knew that Tom wouldn't mind today, if Tom had seen Martin naked or in Speedo, he would jerk off to the image too. It was now Friday night and Connor was getting horney again so he text Tom to invite him over. He knew that Tom had an essay due soon so there had been a good chance Tom would decline. Luckily, Tom was horney too.

It would be late by the time Tom arrived. Well, perhaps not late but the night would certainly be a little mature. It would be after the watershed; perfect for what Connor was imagining.

Connor and Tom had had sex a few times now and always at Connor house. Only once so far while his parents were home; tonight they were home but it wouldn't stop Connor doing what he wanted. Connor was blasé about his sex life even in front of his parents and they had long since stopped admonishing him for it. In fact they were uninterested in most aspects of Connor's life; their apathy went some way towards explaining Connor's exuberant and almost attention seeking behaviour. Tom had met Connor's parents briefly and they had little interest in getting to know him. It worried Tom actually, that they were so offhand about their son.

Connor was, pretty much, and adult – certainly capable of consenting to sexual intercourse and if he wanted to do that then his parents would just do their best not to hear noises of passion. Connor texted Tom a half hour before Tom was due and told him to come right up.

Connor had a surprise for Tom.

Tom thought about how he'd sneaked out while Johnnie and Calvin were busy getting ready for a night out with Daniel and Victor. He had planned to go along, Victor had said E.J was joining them – a drink for the birthday boy was in order. Tom had had little to do with E.J., who Victor was renting a room from, but he seemed a nice guy and Tom liked nice guys. But then he made plans to see Ephraim so snuck out. Honestly, getting past Calvin and Johnnie was like evading a tachyon detection grid – they were so bloody nosey sometimes. Calvin and Johnnie's nosiness was exactly why Tom had sex at Connor's place. Momentarily, Tom thought about those two; their friendship was, on the surface, the same as it always had been. Last year, if you scratched beneath the surface there was just more surface; but not so anymore. Things had changed. Last year those two had sex a lot – the whole Hall could hear them – and their dares, like Johnnie wearing a box at the start of the year, had been common place. But that debacle had been the singular episode of their antics this semester. Something was up.

Tom had taken a bus most of the way; the university, Connor's school and Connor's well-appointed house sat just outside the city of Stirling but the bus service was reliable enough. He walked the rest of the way but messages from Connor, Ephraim as Tom preferred to call him when they were alone, came to a stop with:

[Come right up. Got a surprise for U.x]

Tom was familiar enough with Tom's house to let himself in though the back door; Connor's dad saw him but he barely even nodded acknowledgement. Tom climbed the stairs, expecting to hear the usual sounds from his lover's room – a video game, the T.V. or music – but all was quiet. The door was ajar and with trepidation he nudged it silently open.

Lying on the bed, Ephraim was completely naked.

His legs were tied to the bottom of the bed, his hands bound by handcuffs to the headboard and he was blindfolded.

Tom didn't make a sound; avoiding even a gasp, though he was shocked by what he was seeing. It crossed Tom's mind that Ephraim had taken quite a risk; what if it had been one of his parents who had entered? Ok, unlikely but still.

Silently, Tom closed the bedroom door and across the room; he sat on the edge of the bed, right next to Ephraim's hips. Tom put his fingers on Ephraim's skin and teased his way across the smooth hips, finally flattening his hand out as he stroked Ephraim's smooth pubis. Ephraim gasped and shuffled, just a little, under the tender touch.

"Tom?" said Ephraim quietly; with trepidation and anticipation.

"No, its mum, sweetie," Tom said in a silly voice.

Ephraim laughed; "That's not funny."

"Who do you want me to be?" Tom asked.

"Just be yourself. I mean, if you're not yourself, then who are you?"

Tom took time now to drink in the sight of his helpless, hairless boyfriend. Tom slid a finger up Ephraim's body, dancing around a nipple and sliding into the smooth underarm. For a boy who shaved his body regularly, Ephraim had neglected his jaw line which sported short jagged stubble of dark hair. But it worked for him, the slightly scruffy look. Tom's own blonde stubble was maintained if only to add a year or two to his visage; it hardly worked though, at nineteen Tom had always looked several years younger.

Ephraim responded positively to the caress, his cock, although receiving no direct attention, inclined and hardened. Tom wrapped a hand around Ephraim's cock and pulled back; a satisfied sound was made.

"Have you been a good boy today?" Tom asked.

"Good enough," Ephraim replied. "I've been meaning to tell you I've made a new friend."

"Oh yes?" Tom said with suspicion. "Before I go any father, I'm not chucked, am I?"

Ephraim laughed, "No. But you know the stories about your friends Calvin and Johnnie from when they went to my school? Nudity, exhibition, humiliation, one-upmanship?"

"Yes?"

"Well, Martin is almost as filthy as those two."

"I look forward to hearing more," Tom said earnestly. "But as long as I'm still your number one concern I think we have better things o be getting on with."

"Like what?" Ephraim asked innocently.

Tom let go of Ephraim's cock.

"I'm going to take off my clothes now," Tom announced.

"Take off the blindfold so I can watch."

"No."

Tom enjoyed the power Ephraim had handed to him; he enjoyed the put on Ephraim's lips. The boy was tied down and unable to resist anything Tom wanted to do; he had a cheek to talk about other boys being filthy.

Tom slipped off his shoes and socks then stood up. There was a certain amount of sound to undressing when a room was quite and Ephraim strained to hear Tom pull off his top and unzip his jeans/ trousers. Then he felt the bed shift and Tom sitting on his legs, pinning Ephraim down. Tom was still wearing underwear; Ephraim could feel the hard penis inside them against his own exposed cock. Tom bent over Ephraim and kissed his chest, working up to his shoulder before sucking on his neck and kissing his collar bone. Lips found lips next.

Ephraim was delighted to have something to do except sit and wait for Tom's next move; he engaged with reckless abandon, slipping his tongue in and out of Tom's mouth with noisy vigour. Tom broke the kiss.

Tom's fingers danced into Ephraim's palms and then across the binds at his wrists; stroking down muscular arms and tickling Ephraim's armpits.

"Ticklish?" Tom asked casually.

"A bit yea, but tickle play isn't much of a turn on for me, why don't you touch my cock again," he suggested.

"I'll get around to it," Tom replied; "What's so filthy about your new friend?"

Ephraim tried to keep his voice level as Tom began to suck on one nipple while groping the other.

"He works at the Pothos in the shopping centre. He was totally naked and wanked off in the display window." Ephraim said.

"Fuck! Seriously?" Tom asked.

"Yea," the smile on his face lit up the room and, although he was still blindfolded, Tom could see the smile reached the eyes. "I've got a picture of him in my phone."

"A risqué photo?" Tom asked in a salacious tone.

"Eh... depends what risqué means," Ephraim admitted.

"It means rude, indecent, liable to shock, sexually suggestive," Tom clarified.

"Oh, then no. Not risqué."

Tom lifted Ephraim's phone and flipped through the recent photos; "I'm guessing Martin is the handsome one with blonde hair, big dreamy eyes?"

"You think his eyes are dreamy?"

Tom didn't answer; he was too busy thinking about what Victor had said about E.J. dating a younger man called Martin and how this was that Martin. There was a likeness between the two: E.J. and Martin were both tall, blonde and handsome. Something in the back of his mind recalled a psychology article he'd read about how people were sexually attracted other people with similar traits and features, Tom made a mental note to read more on the topic.

Connor added; "And he got naked and came on another boy at school."

"Oh yes, you told me that story. That was a good one" Tom distinctly remembered sharing the story with his friends and the story from Calvin and Johnnie's past that had come out as a result.

Tom made another mental note: tell Ephraim that story later.

"Martin got totally naked though, remember. The rest us didn't; only Martin got naked. And Mitchell, obviously."

"Obviously," Tom agreed; "And now you're naked. Helpless."

A full minute passed.

A minute is a long time for nothing to happen in and nothing to be said when you're naked and tied down and your boyfriend has stopped kissing an touching you up. The anticipation was killing Ephraim.

Tom's hand stroked just above Ephraim's cock and then pushed down on the hard-on. He gripped it again and stroked it a few times until it was totally hard again and leaky. Tom let go of his penis and the bed shifted as Tom moved around. When Ephraim felt Tom over him again, he knew Tom was totally naked now. Tom's upper body hovered over Ephraim's own torso and his cock and balls dangled just low enough to touch Ephraim's groin. Tom lowered himself until the two naked bodies were pressed together and they could kiss again.

Face to face, chest to chest, groin to groin; the two lads rubbed and writhed together in simulated sex. Dry humping until Ephraim's heart was racing and it all stopped again.

"Oh com' on!" Ephraim protested.

"I plan to tease you for ages yet," Tom said.

Ephraim knew then that Tom would deny him an orgasm for as long as possible and he had tied himself into this of his own free will.

Things continued much like this for half an hour: kissing, touching, stroking and caressing.

Then Tom moved onto playing with Ephraim's bum hole. He felt a wet finger edge it's way along his perineum and pressing and pulling away from his hole in quick little movements. Then Tom started to move his finger in little circles around the sphincter; it was very erotic and Ephraim wished he could cum but without being able to grip his cock, there was no way.

A finger pushed in easily enough, wet with saliva and sweat. Ephraim gasped and bucked his hips. The finger played in and out before a second one joined it; in and out – the finger fuck continued.

Ephraim moaned and bit his lip, a low "fuck," escaping his lips so Tom stopped to prolong the experience. When Tom next touched him it was not with a finger; Ephraim's legs were not so tightly bound that he could not move them. He had enough leeway to bend his legs to forty-five degrees; enough leeway for Tom to get his face in and press his tongue into Ephraim's hole.

Ephraim moaned more and more, still bucking, still unable to cum. When his tongue tired, he stopped and licked the outside of the round peachy bum and up to Ephraim's balls. A testicle slipped into Tom's mouth and Ephraim was so close to orgasm again so he stopped.

The next thing Ephraim felt was smooth and wide and pressed against his bum hole. Not a cock, not warm enough but...

Ephraim felt the vibration; the head of his own vibrating dildo as it simply rested against the sphincter. It must have been lubed because Tom started to slip it in and it entered without too much difficulty. Tom didn't push it in too far, to fast or too hard; the vibration was still minimal too.

Once it was buried, Tom turned the vibration up a little and moved up so they were on top of each other again: face to face, chest to chest, groin to groin. They kissed again until Tom sensed Ephraim getting close to orgasm, when he turned the vibration off and lifted himself so their penis's had no contact and friction against Ephraim's cock was removed.

"I'm going to fucking explode," Ephraim whined, sounding every bit the seventeen year old boy he was.

Minutes passed.

The vibration returned and Tom's hot mouth found Ephraim hard dick. Tom's tongue was generous and his mouth formed a warm cocoon for Ephraim's penis as the whole thing was swallowed up. Licking and sucking continued; the vibration turned up. Then it all stopped.

Ephraim was virtually quivering as the vibrating dildo popped out his arse; "How long... have we been... been doing this?"

"About an hour and a half," Tom said in a quiet voice.

"Please let me cum?"

"Not yet."

Ephraim couldn't even see Tom's face but he knew the older lad was smiling with self-satisfaction. Despite the torture of it all – the denial of cum almost a physical pain now – Ephraim had to admit, Tom was a wonderful master.

A rubber clad cock pressed against Ephraim's hole now as Tom pushed his penis inside and started pumping slowly. Tom was a gentle lover; his hands resting inside Ephraim's hairless thighs. It was hard, difficult that is, for Tom too to stave off orgasm but he was getting very, very close.

"How badly do you want to cum?" Tom asked.

Tom deliberately pushed in as he asked and held himself there, buried deep.

"So badly. I'll do anything," Ephraim replied.

Tom smiled; "I'll remind you you said that."

Tom pulled his cock out and ripped off the condom. That action in itself, the stoke, was almost enough to send Tom over the edge. Ephraim was still quivering; desperate to cum, sweat soaked and balls so sore he felt num.

"I don't know if you're old enough to watch this," Tom teased, though it was well after the watershed, as he slipped off the blindfold at last.

Ephraim screwed up his eyes, expecting them to be assaulted by bright light, but the room was dim; pleasantly mood-lit. Tom was magnificent – his skinny frame and ginger-blond hair messy from now two hours of excretion. Tom kissed Ephraim and then moved down again.

Still bound, Ephraim could not actually do much; though he did buck his hips a few times, pushing his smooth groin towards Tom's face. Tom rewarded him by tightening his lips around the head of Ephraim's cock. At last, Tom shuffled around so his slightly-hairy balls were nestled against Ephraim's hairless testes; he gripped both expectant organs in his hand stoked them together.

In no time at all the both erupted, shooting straight up like a volcano of cum that rained down on them both. The next shots Tom aimed at Ephraim's face and body. The seminal-fluid filled cum was hot and fluid and abundant.

It made a fucking mess.

The sound Ephraim made when he finally came was wonderful but it was minutes before he had the capacity to speak.

"Untie me," he whispered.

"Why?" Tom asked.

"Because I want to hold you."

Tom was touched by the sentiment and by the beauty of the expression; the gratitude in his lover's voice. Tom obliged, unbinding Ephraim's hands and feet. Ephraim grabbed Tom and kissed his lips with passion and adoration. Tom found himself pulled down beside Ephraim and they lay on their sides facing each other.

Ephraim pulled Tom close, the cum on his chest gluing them together.

"I'm so happy you came over," Ephraim said quietly.

"Good," Tom replied; "What else are you thinking about?"

Ephraim took a moment to figure that one; "I'm thinking about how much my balls hurt."

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