The Embarrassment of Riches

The Embarrassment of Riches Chapter Four: The Deep End

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.

The halls of residence for students of the King James VI (of Scotland) University had rooms that could hardly be considered generously appointed. It was big enough for a desk and chair, a cupboard and chest of drawers and a queen-sized bed – but not much else. Bathrooms were communal as was the kitchen. Five rooms filled the section of corridor on which Johnnie, Cal, Daniel and Tom lived. The fifth room had lain idle since their friend Victor moved out to lodge in a house off campus at the start of the academic year.

Several other rooms, all grouped in fives, led off down other corridors or were separated by communal rooms – the kitchen or bathrooms or recreation room. When tipsy, inebriated or downright legless, one could usually still navigate by the roadmap of the first floor. Up the stairs; stumble past five rooms – two on the right, three on the left – take the corridor on the right – stumble past another five rooms, past the bathroom and then stumble to the last room on the left. Home sweet home.

Johnnie had had a few drinks the night before but his head was untroubled this morning – he knew he'd need to get up for lectures and seminars today. Wednesday lectures and seminars would all be over by lunch time; by 2pm, all lessons were finished and Johnnie and Calvin could relax. As it was, it was only 7am and they had hours to go before freedom.

When Johnnie reached the showers, he could hear Daniel singing away to himself behind one of the screens. Daniel turned off the water and stepped out to dry himself off when Johnnie walked in. Daniel's smooth skin was a beautiful all-year tan thanks to a Greek father, but he was as reluctant to show it off in the showers as he was anywhere else – he was a bashful boy. He blushed just a little when Johnnie saw his dripping wet body and his flaccid penis but he needn't be embarrassed, his dick was exquisite.

Daniel wrapped a towel around his waist and used another to dry off. Johnnie too was wearing a towel – his hair flat and unstyled. Both Johnnie and Daniel had admirable bodies, their physique the result of frugal student living that encouraged healthy eating (instead of junk) and a gym membership that, although a little pricey, was well worth it.

"Morning." Johnnie said jovially.

"Morning," Daniel parroted, smiling through the steam that fogged up the space between them. "You're up early, aren't you?"

"Yea, a little," Johnnie said. "Calvin, Tom and me are going swimming later. Do you want to come?"

"Been a while since I swam," Daniel admitted – years in fact. "Don't know if I could remember how."

"It's like riding a biker," Johnnie jested and although typically provocative of him, Daniel knew Johnnie was not quite the `player' he pretended to be.

The point was made however and Daniel was at a loss for an actual excuse not to go.

"I'll think about it," Daniel replied.

Daniel walked back to his room wearing a towel and a pair of flip-flops – a second towel hung around his neck. Stepping inside his room he checked the time – plenty in which to have a wank before breakfast. He locked his door and opened his towel – his thick penis was more than four inches before he even touched it. As Daniel lay down on his bed with his feet on the floor, legs bent and spread wide for easy access, he massaged the root of his cock. It responded favourably and began to rise and as he stroked his big hands along the length of the shaft Daniel closed his eyes. He thought of Johnnie – in the bathroom dressed in a towel, the small patch of chest hair between his little nipples...

Johnnie liked seeing Daniel in the bathroom in the mornings. It didn't happen very often because he was not an early riser but it is quality that counts not quality, and Daniel sure was quality.

Johnnie couldn't help but flashback to his adventure in the seminar a few weeks ago, when Daniel had saw him naked. It was one thing to be seen in a shower room but quite another to have your cock out in a storeroom at the back of a university classroom.

Johnnie felt bad about what Daniel had said – all but accused him of having loose morals. It was not, strictly speaking, an unfair accusation or assumption but it was an inaccurate one. Johnnie had never been unfaithful to Calvin because they were not actually an item – no matter what people thought; not that he didn't want...

Fantasy was a wonderful thing which was why, as he stepped into the shower, Johnnie thought very fondly of Daniel and brought his cock to full mast. He was just teasing it though – he wanted to save himself for later and it didn't much bother him when other guys started arriving for their showers. He knew his silhouette would paint a thousand words but he was just keeping everything in good working order.

This rationale for stroking off in the shower reminded him of something Tom had told him in the pub last weekend. Apparently `morning wood' was more clinically known as nocturnal penile tumescence; a spontaneous erection during sleep or when waking up that all men experience three to five times every night, usually during REM sleep.

"It contributes to good penile health," Tom had said.

"Are you coming on to me?" Johnnie had replied by way of joke and Tom reddened. "I'm only joking. Where do you read all this stuff?"

"Hi, I'm Tom. I'm a big fat dork, it's nice to meet you," he replied sarcastically.

"Hi. I'm Johnnie: stud, hero, idol..."

"Yea, yea, yea," Tom interrupted.

Johnnie washed and rinsed and waited for his wood to soften then exited the shower and dried off. Half an hour later, Johnnie entered the kitchen showered and shaved. Tom and Daniel were deep in discussion. Although also second year, like Johnnie and Calvin, Tom and Daniel were students of Psychology rather than Journalism and Multimedia.

"Psychology even affects the likes of architecture and design. Think about it – knowing how people think might affect how you design the layout of an office or a supermarket." Tom had said.

"I must have missed that part in my reading last night. I thought we were doing experimental design and statistics?" Daniel said with an edge of sarcasm.

If Tom even noticed he ignored it; "Well, what's going to get the most out of people who are shackled to their desks in a nine to five job? Where should a manager's office be to emphasise their stature? What kind of layout for a shop will make people buy the most? Why do they sell snack foods right next to the checkouts?" Tom's enthusiasm was endearing and honest.

"Well then, next time we're out shipping I'll think about how you helped to decide which shelf the baked beans should go on." Concluded Daniel, not unkindly but with a jest in his voice.

"I had a bath in baked beans once." Said Calvin, joining them in the kitchen and lowering the tone of the conversation.

He was followed Victor and while everyone gave Calvin a strange it was Victor who asked: "For charity, one assumes?"

"No." Said Calvin. "Sex game."

Tom inhaled his cornflakes and began to choke. A sharp slap on the back from Victor saved the day and the whole kitchen filled with laughter. Once Tom coughed and sneezed the milk out of his nose and respiratory tract, Calvin continued.

"Yes, of course it was for charity. Our school was raising money for Marie Curie and Macmillain Nurses." Then Calvin lowered the tone with: "I wanted a sexy nurse to bed bath me, but..."

Johnnie gave him a reprimanding slap to the back of the head.

"I remember that," Johnnie said. "And I remember hosing you down outside the gym hall afterwards."

Cal had only been wearing his underwear at the time. Good memories.

It was moments like this that reminded the others of Cal and Johnnie's shared history. They had been friends since primary school, attended the all-boys Earl of Lennox Boys School together and now attended Uni together. Their competitive relationship was conducive to healthy results too: they both had excellent school exams, their coursework and exams all through first year of University had also been above average. Johnnie liked to think gentle bribing with sexual favours helped to foster a healthy relationship just as much as the friendly competition between them.

Victor was the odd one out; brought into the group last year by virtue or misfortune of having a room between Johnnie and Calvin. He had moved out at the start of term to live with a man who was renting out a room in his house. Victor's landlord was called E.J.; thirty-odds, tall – very tall, blonde and handsome. Calvin and the gang had met him a couple of times now and thought he was pretty cool, especially as he was the deputy manager of the gym they all frequented.

Victor had made a subtle sexual overture but E.J. hadn't reciprocated. Victor was a big black guy; tall (about as tall as E.J.), fuzzy dark hair, brown eyes and black beard that was almost as fuzzy as the hair on his head. He looked, and indeed was, like a big friendly giant.

As much as he liked the King James VI (of Scotland) University, it hadn't been his first choice for studying law – which was another thing that made him the odd one out. Victor had joked (with a bitter undertone) that even if he sold both kidneys he still could not have afforded Oxford or Cambridge. Calvin had suggested, when they had first met, that he could have been a male prostitute – that guys would pay good money for a big black man with a huge cock.

"That's the problem, you see." Victor had replied. "I've a got a little dick."

He had been joking and although neither Johnnie nor Calvin had had sex with Victor, they had seen him naked and they had heard the `war stories' from the few boyfriends they had met. Once, through the walls that divided their rooms, Johnnie and Calvin had heard loud words that resonated with fear and disbelief: "Have you got a third arm? Fuck! That thing will never fit!"

The lads got it printed on a t-shirt for him.

"We're going swimming today, Victor. Do you wanna come?" Johnnie spoke as cups of tea were drained and cups, plates and bowls were stacked in the sink for someone to not do later.

"Busy," he replied. Victor had established a communication system with them early in their friendship. "Busy," meant no quibbling or persuasion was allowed.

"No problem," Tom said wryly. "We'll just have to have fun without you."

"Yea thanks for coming all the way over to deny us," Daniel added, equally tongue-in-cheek. "Why did you come all the way over here?" Daniel asked.

"Because I missed you so damn much," Victor grumbled and then gave Daniel a big scratchy kiss on the cheek.

"It was the free breakfast wasn't it?" Tom asked, astute as ever.

"What can I say? E.J. just won't share his coco pops!"

It was hard to tell if he was joking or not – free breakfast versus the company, it was a tossup.

Twenty minutes later the boys were trudging along the path between the Halls and the University, chatting amiably. Johnnie and Calvin had early morning lectures while Daniel and Tom had late morning lectures but planned to head to the library; Victor had lectures "All damn day," which was probably why he didn't want to come to the Symposium.

"How's your new digs?" Tom asked, he had to crane his neck up to look the big guy in the face.

"Good, wee man. Really good," he replied. "I really do miss you lot, but don't tell the others," he said in a lower voice.

"What's that you said?" Johnnie asked above the conversation he had been having with Cal and Daniel.

"You're an idiot and I hate you," Victor feigned.

"You don't hate me," Johnnie said as if it was the most implausible thing ever.

"But you are an idiot."

"Hush."

"How are you getting along with E.J.?" Tom asked interrupting before they got any sillier.

"Nice looking guy but impervious to my charms... can you believe that?" Victor asked.

Tom deliberately waited for a beat too long, "No."

Victor pushed him and the smaller lad nearly keeled over.

"You're a funny man," Victor said, grabbing Tom to help right himself and then patting his shoulder with a friendly paw.

"I think he's got a fella that he's not telling me about. Anyhow, he's planning a Halloween party at the Symposium for the end of the month. He said you guys should come along – all my friends are welcome... and also Johnnie." Victor joked.

"Hey! Watch it," Johnnie said laughing it off.

It came time for them to go their separate ways. Victor sloped off alone and lonely while Calvin and Johnnie joined forces and headed for the John Gierson building; Daniel and Tom meanwhile headed for the library, destined for the George Younger building in a few hours time.

They agreed to meet back at the Halls at half past one so that by 2PM they could head off for the athletics club. Daniel had a car – an old banger, but it ran pretty good – and he had agreed to drive the whole gang over. Besides, none of the others had a car.

The four lads had been swimming at this time before and enjoyed it because it was almost empty. While there was plenty of activity elsewhere in the centre – the weight rooms, the yoga rooms, the badminton courts – the pool today was completely empty. Although it was a school day and the middle of the working week, this was unusual and unexpected, but not an unpleasant turn of events.

The lads liked the Symposium because it favoured men only, as was their preference, and because the staff were friendly, the rules were relaxed and Victor's hot landlord was deputy manager who gave them all membership discounts.

The boys entered the locker room which was bedecked with lockers and benches. There were also group changing rooms (with adjacent showers) to allow parties to change together and store their gear together. There was only a few people around as the four lads stripped off their clothes and pulled on their swimwear.

Johnnie, Calvin, Daniel and Tom were like the four (highly uncoordinated) musketeers or maybe the A-Team (the B-Team?). Johnnie, Calvin and Daniel were each a few inches either side of six foot while Tom was several inches shorter. Johnnie and Tom were fair haired (Tom's a shade between blonde and ginger: "Slightly ginger", Tom called it). None of them were particularly hairy in the chest department and only Tom had a flat boyish chest while the others had developed chests with passable pecs and abs.

Daniel and Tom each wore swimming shorts; blue and yellow respectively. Johnnie was wearing Daniel-Craig-as-007 swimming shorts and Calvin wore red swimming trunks that showed off an decent package.

They each attached their locker keys, which were mounted on bands that strapped around the wrist or ankle, to their wrists as they entered the pool area. In the passage between the locker room and the pool was a bank of showers that lined each side for rinsing off on leaving the pool. As the group entered the main pool area, Daniel made for the diving board; the others contented themselves with making a splash from the edge of the pool - the water was warm and refreshing and wet.

They each spent time doing laps of the pool and during their minutes of respite gazed out of the window which spread the length of the pool; looking out onto grassland beside the Symposium Athletics Club. Johnnie had once wondered how wise it was to have such an opportune method for being pervy since the window ran parallel to a walking path; worse still was that on the other side of the path was the flood-lit football pitch. The walk back from the football pitch afforded the opportunity to peek at the shirtless and wet men inside.

Johnnie ultimately accepted that it was no different to the spectator gallery on the opposite side of the pool. The gallery was located at pool level and on the floor above, overlooking the length of the pool just as the window did, except it stopped just short of the passage that led back into the locker room.

After twenty minutes or so, Johnnie swam closer to Calvin and gave him a kiss. There was something enjoyable about the tenderness of it while being surrounded by water. Kicking their legs to stay afloat, they held hands and continued to kiss until their legs grew too tied to keep them up. As they swept their arms though the water, Johnnie commented on Calvin's physique.

"I love a guy in Speedo," Johnnie admitted.

"I love a guy who's not in Speedo," Calvin returned.

Johnnie smiled devilishly and moved closer to Calvin again. He placed a hand on the fabric of Calvin's swimming costume and groped the cock beneath. Calvin's dick stretched the material slightly but he did not grow completely hard.

"Have you ever swam naked?" Johnnie asked.

Calvin sputtered. Although rarely surprised by anything Johnnie said or did, he was surprised now. "No. Because I'm not insane," He replied and realised Johnnie had said something similar a few weeks ago – right before his denuding in the seminar room.

Cal should have seen the trap coming.

"I bet it would be really sexy," Johnnie teased – he swam so close that, as his hand again groped Calvin's package, his chest was pressed against Calvin's right arm so his hand could reach Johnnie's own thickening cock.

"We'll get caught," whispered Calvin.

"There's no-one here," Johnnie remarked.

"We'll get into trouble if someone does come in," Calvin pointed out.

"Whose gonna complain about a sexy stud swimming naked? Some people would pay to see it." Johnnie was persuasive and seductive so that, by the time Calvin had made up his mind, he actually though it was a good idea. But it was more than that; Cal and Johnnie had a long tradition of sex games involving humiliation and or danger.

Calvin looked around and saw only Tom and Daniel who were talking at the far side of the pool. Calvin slipped his thumbs into the waist band of his swimming trunks and pushed them down. Water swarmed around his cock and balls and it felt quite pleasant. Then an unexpected kiss from Johnnie caused Calvin to kick with his legs and the Speedo slipped off his feet and into the depths.

He was not very perturbed, the kiss was lovely and Calvin could again feel Johnnie's throbbing member by his hand. The kiss broke at the sounds coming from the showers. Having just exited the locker room, twenty magnificent high school boys wearing swimming trunks entered the pool area.

Calvin shuddered.

The only consolation was that they were all seventeen plus or minus a year and totally freakin' hot! Cal knew they were in their final year at the Earl of Lennox Boys School - the schools symbol that was embossed on their swimming trunks gave them away. For another thing, Cal recognised a few of the boys. He and Johnnie had attended the same school – leaving less than a year and a half ago.

`It would have to be Speedos, wouldn't it?' thought Calvin. Johnnie was already swimming away on a backstroke, which Calvin dared not do for fear of his cock would rise like a periscope above the surface of the water.

Calvin watched the boys - all fit, a few were on the skinny like Tom and had not yet attained a swimmers physique; but most had the robust physical builds of regular swimmers. The boys creamy, nearly-naked bodies, their skinny legs and bare feet caused Calvin's cock to throb. He simultaneously cursed Johnnie who was grinning having retrieved Calvin's Speedos and swam to the far end of the pool.

"Ok guys," shouted the floppy-haired blond bloke who was clearly in charge.

It was only then, as he called attention to himself, that Cal realised the strapping blonde man was E.J. – deputy manager and Victor's landlord. He was big and muscled, handsome, well over six feet tall and had long blonde haired legs and a physique sculpted from swimming, weights and fortuitous genetics.

Shorts and a t-shirt set him apart from the boys in his charge. Never the less, Cal could still admire the man's rugged appearance; for a man of around thirty Calvin would have guessed he was early or mid-twenties. He was a friendly man too and by merit of associating with Victor, E.J. was welcome in their company.

Except now because Cal was naked and desperately hoped E.J. would not notice.

E.J. was firm with the school boys, probably with good reason as he told them: "Friendly practice lengths only today. I do not want a repeat of last week – blood in the water is frowned upon. I am looking at you two... Mike. Simon."

Mike and Simon raised big hands like boxers mitts and made a few feints and parries. Calvin smiled but noticed one of them had a recently broken nose – clearly the last time they raised fists had not been so jovial. After a second, Cal noticed a fit boy with very short hair whisper to them both and they nodded complicity – E.J. may be the lesson master but clearly that boy ruled the roost.

Calvin swam discretely to the side of the pool farthest from the group of boys and was presently joined by Johnnie, Tom and Daniel. Johnnie no longer had the swimming trunks and Cal knew better than to ask where the hell they'd gone.

"Payback's a bitch, isn't it?" Johnnie said, though not unkindly. His tone was more mocking than nasty.

Johnnie and Cal had a tradition of tit for tat. Tit: Johnnie was left naked in a class at University; tat: Calvin's stripped naked in a public pool.

"I wonder what the posh boys will do when they see you," Johnnie added.

Calvin noticed the use of the word "when" rather than "if" and shuddered at the foregone conclusion.

"Ah, private school – where even straight guys are briefly gay." Tom said with a wistful voice. It was hard to tell if he was being half fun or wholly earnest.

"Speaking from experience?" asked Daniel, jumping on the chance to learn more about their elusive friend.

"Yea... kind of... but not really" Tom replied, trying to decide how much to reveal. "Most guys didn't get way extracurricular with it. The gayest' some of them got was wanking themselves till they all came on Ricky Rollands bed. I was I was fourteen at the time. There was about ten straight' guys there. It was funny at the time," Tom paused and looked very serious for a moment; "to be fair, Ricky did steal the last Kit Kat."

"Sounds like a good memory." Said Calvin. "Let me picture it... ten guys... mutual masturbation... fingering... oral... anal..." Calvin opened his eyes to three sets of strange looks. "Oh, sorry - I decided to improve on the memory."

Behind them, the swimmers were now in the water. A few cast them a fleeting glance but most were preoccupied. E.J. too was preoccupied as one of the athletic assistants (Cal called them towel boys, which was too bit smutty for a real job title) came in to bend his ear.

Calvin and the others suddenly noticed a few nudges between several of the boys as they looked, pointed and sniggered teenage sniggers. They had finally noticed Calvin's bare arse –for he had tried to protect his modesty by facing away from them. Although the whole group had quickly been informed, only four of them swam towards them.

An Asian guy and a set of twin followed in wake of their leader, the boy who had quietly admonished Mike and Simon. When they finally got nearer Calvin felt a pang of guilt to be ogling the boys who, were two years his junior. But they were pretty; with lean bodies, well-developed muscles and pale skin glistening from the water.

What worried Calvin more was that he vaguely recognised them. By the time he and Johnnie were leaving the Earl of Lennox Boys School these boys would have been completing fourth year; he had no reason to know their names, but what concerned Cal even more was that they might recognise him.

"Did you lose a bet?" asked the boys leader, who had a Fife accent.

Silently, Tom swooned and recalled another school memory involving a boy with a Fife accent and a bottle of lotion...

"Not exactly," Calvin replied and then pointed to Johnnie. "He lost a bet. This is payback."

"Payback's a bitch, isn't it?" the Fife lad said, sharing a conspiratory look with his friends. "My name's O'Connor – friends call me Connor," he added, leaving Cal to wonder how bad his first name must be to go by his surname.

"Calvin McCall," He replied.

Connor extended his hand to Calvin who moved closer to grasp it and as he did, Connor's other hand swept through the water and took Calvin by the balls. Calvin was shocked but not as shocked as Connor when his friends, who had subtly paddled backwards, grabbed his Speedo. They pulled the garment straight down and off Connor's legs. Calvin felt his cock grow hard and a few seconds later, Connor's hard dick had rose to touch the tip of his.

To say Connor was shocked or surprised is a slight misnomer – he had been expecting payback for a while. Indeed his comment about what a bitch it is was, was less of a reference to prior retribution and more a portent of the payback to come. And here it was.

Connor swam a few strokes towards the edge of the pool furthest from his E.J. and leaned on the edge. Calvin and the others could see his lovely arse but quickly joined him. Connor turned in the water to face Calvin, the two naked lads mirroring each other.

"So..." said Connor, waiting for the awkward pause to pass. "Will you give me a hand job?"

Calvin balked at the question and Connor quickly elaborated before Cal actually had a chance t say no.

"They've been waiting to get me back ever since... well, you went to Lennox, you know what the place is like," Cal did and nodded his understanding. "...doesn't matter what this is payback for, I saw it coming the second I spotted your naked arse. Shit, I practically dared them to do it." Connor said.

Cal swallowed hard, "You remember me from Lennox?"

"Who wouldn't? You and your friend, er, Johnnie, isn't it?" Connor replied; "You guys were – are – legends. Me and my friends are following in your footsteps for being completely fucking outrageous. The staff room debacle? Totally awesome! Still not sure why you told people about that one but kudos anyway."

Connor was starting to sound like an overexcited fan boy so Cal brought the conversation back to the relevant issue.

"And why should I give you a hand job?" Calvin asked.

"Oh, well persuading someone to give you a hand job is on our list – mine and my friends – of tasks we need to complete before Christmas. Number eleven: get a wank from a stranger."

Tom and Daniel gave Connor bewildered looks as if the whole idea was mental beyond comprehension. Even Calvin and Johnnie weren't sure about it. Task number eleven?

"Geez, what else is on your list?" asked Calvin.

"Wank on a straight guy is the last thing on the list... still working on how to manage that one," answered Connor.

"I dunno if I want to help stroke things off your list," Cal replied.

"Nice pun."

"Thanks."

Calvin was still unsure. "Again, why would I want to?"

Connor pouted in mockery. "Are you saying you don't fancy me?"

"Are you gonna return the favour?" asked Calvin.

"Oh, well... I've already done number twelve on the list: wank off someone else." Connor replied, though he had clearly realised there was no incentive for Calvin to comply with him.

Which is why everyone was surprised – Johnnie, Tom, Daniel, Connor; all of Connor's peers and even Calvin himself – was surprised when Cal reached out and pulled on Connor's semi-hard cock.

Connor was a good looking boy – tall and lean with hair cut so short it was difficult to tell what colour it even was. His chest and legs were shaven and so was the patch above his cock. Connor had reached behind himself to inset a finger in his arse to speed things up a bit. It was impossible not to be aroused as Calvin pulled on Connor's dick, with all the others still looking.

The only consolation was that they seemed to be equally aroused. Actually, not the only consolation – there was another. Connor was seventeen, just two years younger than Calvin, and as such was highly fertile and horney. It did not take long before Connor bucked his hips; humping Calvin's hand as he came into the water.

Connor made a satisfied little noise and looked interested at the immiscibility of water and cum.

"I owe you one," Connor said without conviction and Cal doubted he had any intention of repaying the debt.

Which was fine, Cal had no intention of collecting on the insincere I.O.U. after all, there was worse ways to spend your afternoon than beating off a handsome young man.

Somewhat facetiously, Cal asked: "Will your friends come to inspect the water or take it on good faith?"

He looked over his shoulder and the twins gave him the thumbs up.

"I think we're good," Connor replied. He made to swim off but then decided to give Calvin a kiss on the cheek. As he swam away, he called: "I look forward to seeing you get out the pool."

Calvin looked pleadingly at Johnnie, hoping he had earned his swimming trunks back and hoping too that Johnnie was not mad at him for wanking someone who wasn't him. This concern came from the tiniest of micro expressions that perhaps even Johnnie didn't realise he had made.

"Sorry, Calvin," Johnnie said. "Your Speedo was lifted by one of those lads who's headed into the changing room."

Cal looked over to see one of the twins standing by the passage leading back into the locker room. Then Calvin's concentration was broken by E.J. who was now exasperated with the staff member who'd been yammering away. Frustrated, whatever the problem was it demanded his immediate attention.

"I'll be back in five," E.J. called and, seeing Johnnie et al, who could loosely be defined as responsible adults, added: "Keep an eye on this lot? Don't let anyone drown while I'm gone?"

E.J. hustled his assistant out of the pool area ahead of him and Johnnie took the time to admire E.J.'s nice arse. But this was also Calvin's best chance.

"Time to go? Yea?" Calvin asked rhetorically, swimming across the pool towards the edge nearest the passage into the changing room.

On his way, Calvin could see Connor slipping back into his Speedo and silently chastised himself. He should have asked for the kid's swimming trunks in return for that hand job. When he got to the edge of the pool he braced himself. Calvin knew that all the boys were perfectly aware of his nudity but he was about to stand up tall and in clear view and be seen by twenty scantily clad boys. It should be a dream, but it felt like a nightmare.

As he began to rise out of the pool, Calvin spotted the twin Johnnie had pointed to earlier – the one who had pinched his Speedo. He was standing near the changing room entrance and was slipping a mobile phone into a sports bag. Calvin's heart jumped at first at the idea of photographic evidence – though it wouldn't be the first time that had happened as Cal considered his and Johnnie's back catalogue of adventures. But the phone had been put away before Cal's cock or arse was even in view. Thus Calvin paid no mind and pulled himself proudly out of the pool and the boys all cheered. Calvin tried to ignore them.

"Hey, Calvin?" shouted Connor.

Calvin turned and gave him an indignant eyeful of his cock and balls. "Yea?"

Connor said nothing – instead he pointed. Calvin turned in the direction Connor was indicating. Outside, through the window that spread the length of the pool, were another twenty boys from the school. All dressed in football kits, with muddy knees and big grins. Clearly the boy with the mobile had warned their friends about the show about to unfold and even straight boys like ritualistic humiliation.

Calvin resisted the temptation to cover up and instead turned to give them an ass view. Dripping wet and naked, Calvin felt elated; he only wished he was the one watching the exhibition.

Calvin stood under one of the showers that swimmers used to rinse off before re-entering the changing rooms. He had never been naked while using it before but doubted the Symposium staff would mind – he had heard some wild stories about events at their clubs in Glasgow and Edinburgh. He still felt exposed but exhilarated also.

He was joined after a few minutes by Tom, Johnnie and then a few more minutes later by Daniel. Johnnie approached and kissed his not-boyfriend on the lips; the kiss was long and deep and quite pleasurable. Calvin soon had his hands on Johnnie's hips and was sliding them into Johnnie's swimwear, pushing them down slightly.

Tom and Daniel made a discrete exit but Johnnie and Calvin were quickly interrupted by E.J.'s return. He gave them a look and then just grinned.

"Johnnie, Cal," he acknowledged and nodded then went back poolside.

It was time for them to go.

Calvin had only gotten Johnnie's tight swimming shorts to thigh level; his cock and balls and ass exposed, but only briefly. Johnnie pulled them up and ducked into the changing room with a raging hard on and Calvin followed despite being tempted to wait for the sexy lads. Calvin had perhaps hoped for a hand job, a blowjob or even a quickie from Johnnie for taking his humiliation so well. It was how he and Johnnie celebrated a few weeks ago after Johnnie had been stripped in class.

But he was disappointed because Johnnie, Daniel and Tom were already getting dressed by the time he walked in. Daniel and Tom glanced at him and then averted their eyes from the unmissable part of his anatomy that was still on show. Johnnie watched him cross the locker room to retrieve his clothes; which were thankfully still in his locker.

Calvin got dressed quickly, leaving only his laces to tie by the time the others were finished dressing. The four of them could hear some commotion from the direction of the pool and a few seconds later they saw the pale and wet skin of the school swimmers making their way to one of the private changing rooms.

"Daniel?" said Johnnie. "We're going to do something you might disapprove of. Would you mind striking up a conversation with E.J.?"

Hovering around the main changing room was the club's deputy manager who was today charged with keeping an eye on the rowdy gang from the Earl of Lennox Boys School.

"You're going to go perv on boys, aren't you?" asked Daniel, lowering his voice discretely.

"Yea. But when you put it like that you make us sound like child-molesters." Calvin chipped in. "They're all eighteen," said Johnnie.

"Seventeen," Calvin corrected.

"They're all seventeen," said Johnnie.

"Age of consent is sixteen," Tom piped in helpfully.

"Yea, I mean for crying out loud, most of them look older than Tom," commented Johnnie.

Tom remained silent, shyly shuffling his feet. "No offence taken – if you were wondering," he said affably; after a moment had passed.

"Yea, yea," Daniel replied to Johnnie and Calvin. "Fine, I'll talk to him. But I'm not speaking in your defence at the trial." With that, Daniel crossed the locker room and struck up a conversation.

Once Johnnie, Tom and Calvin were sure they were animatedly engaged in dialogue; they too crossed the locker room. Slipping into the door Johnnie had seen the lads go through, they immediately smelled the aromatic blend of chlorine, sweat, shampoo and deodorant carried in the steam from the hot showers. It felt strange to be fully dressed as they rounded a corner to the left and saw a dozen naked boys and to their right the other eight stood beneath the torrent of flowing water.

One of Connor's friends was the first to notice them – the slim Asian guy whose everything was shaved.

"Hi. I'm Kazuo, by the way. And my face is up here," he joked, brining the collective gaze up from his crotch and back to his beautiful brown eyes. Kazuo made no to attempt to cover himself, rather he smiled and nodded to Connor to raise his attention.

"Oh, hi guys," Said Connor.

Connor, at least momentarily, had the decency to appear abashed at being naked in front of three fully-clothed older guys.

Out of the water, Connor was a little shorter than Calvin expected and his hair was much lighter now that it was not soaking wet. His pubes were short and his balls were filling with anticipation. Calvin, Johnnie and Tom looked around the room. Most of the boys paid them hardly any attention and attempted to nonchalantly get dressed without too much exposure.

Suddenly though, the most striking sight was the twins who had accompanied Connor when they all first met. They were growing boys who would probably stop short of off six foot by the time they left school, with short brown hair and their identical lantern jaws added a few years to their real age. They appeared to be hairless everywhere else they could see; but they had towels around their waists.

Calvin smiled and nodded hello. "You guys identical everywhere?" he added salaciously.

No one was prepared for them to laugh and then simultaneously whip their towels away. Above their identical cocks was a tidy patch of pubic hair. There was some uncertain laughter from around the locker room that stopped immediately as Connor grouped one of them and the other stimulated his own cock. The twin cocks mirrored each other as they rose and Tom briefly wondered how Connor told the twins apart and if only one or both was gay: only one twin happily being stroked by Connor but the other, even if not gay, certainly seemed comfortable with being aroused in the company of his brother. There was a sense of familiarity that this was not their first time. Moreover, none of the others, even the lads who cared not to watch seemed particularly surprised or offended.

Two identical boys with two identical 7 inch cocks stood before them and if ever there was a case for premature ejaculation; this was it. Connor's own dick was rising almost, but not quite, to full mast.

Connor smiled and looked towards Johnnie, Calvin and Tom. "You guys wanna leave now? We'd like to finish off in private."

"Sure. We've got our own orgy to get to anyway," replied Calvin with tongue in cheek.

Calvin, Johnnie and Tom removed themselves from the room, stealing one last glance at the perfect nudity before them.

"Oh," said Johnnie who turned back at the last second and left the other two to go without him. "There's a Halloween here at the Symposium in a few weeks; you should come along, maybe we'll see you there."

Connor smiled and cast a look at Kazuo and the twins, "We'll let you know," Connor said nonchalantly; "I got Daniel's number. I'll give you guys a call."

"You have Daniel's number? Why?"

"It's a secret," Connor said evasively.

Johnnie, Calvin and Tom left the boys just in time because Daniel and E.J. were wrapping up their conversation. It was only when Johnnie saw their new friend E.J. that he suddenly wondered if it was really his place to invite the boys – he assumed it was an open invite to the Symposium. Johnnie further wondered if it was appropriate for high school boys to come to a party with twenty-something university guys and probably thirty year olds gym attendees.

Johnnie could hear Daniel and E.J. talking now.

"...I'd rather not talk about my love life," said E.J.

"But there IS something to not talk about?" Daniel persisted admirably.

"G'bye, Daniel."

With that, E.J. made his way to check discreetly on his charges, nodding to Johnnie, Cal and Tom as he passed them.

"Are you guys done?" Daniel asked.

"All done." Johnnie said.

A while later, Victor was being given the details of their misadventure – by the end of the story, he'd come to rue not being present for the changing room lust-fest.

Johnnie and Daniel were in the recreation room back at the Halls where a few less familiar students were also milling around. Daniel seemed to have something on his mind but, like Tom, approached the issue gently for fear of causing offence or disturbing the status quo.

"I was surprised when Calvin gave that Connor boy a hand job." Daniel said eventually, after that particular part of the story was recounted.

"That Connor boy looks like one of those twenty-four year old American guys who plays sixteen-year-old high school guys on T.V." Johnnie said, concerned that Daniel's conservative approach to relationships was about to express disapproval.

"Fine, Connor's sexy looking – that makes it less wrong," Said Daniel sarcastically. "He fancies Tom too – said so after you guys followed Calvin to the showers," Daniel said.

"You guys were talking? Why? What about?" Johnnie's curiosity was raised.

"Nothing very important," he replied evasively.

"Connor said he had your number," Johnnie offered. After a pause, he asked: "Do you fancy him?"

Daniel shook his head, "I have his number... but it's not for me."

Johnnie thought for a moment, "Tom. You just said Connor likes Tom. You gonna set them up?"

"Dunno," Daniel replied and that was the end of that line of questioning.

Daniel still had something in his mind though.

"I was just wondering what you thought about what happened in the pool today," Daniel paused before adding: "Y'know, about your boyfriend... sorry not-boyfriend... getting frisky with other guys."

"At least he let me watch," Johnnie joked.

The truth was he had a felt a pang of jealousy. One he was keen to suppress. He did not like the idea of being dependant on anyone and if he was reliant on his relationship with Calvin, he would be vulnerable. Johnnie didn't want to feel like that.

"Yea," said Daniel slowly. "Well, since you tried to stroke me off a couple of weeks ago, it's no surprise you don't mind him messing around." His was a response was a little stronger, and more bitter, than he meant it to be.

"What? Is that what this is about? You're upset because Calvin and me aren't shiny happy people who... go for walks in the park and hold hands? Just because we're not looking for the same thing you are doesn't mean I'm a crap person." Johnnie was calm and measured in his response but felt very defensive – not the least because he had never really taken the time to evaluate how he felt about Calvin or the longevity of their relationship.

All Johnnie knew was the Daniel was devout to monogamy, so much so he'd been single (at least as far as Johnnie knew) since they'd met. Johnnie bit his tongue at forming that into a retort; it wouldn't have been right to throw it in his face.

"Do you even know how you feel about each other?" Daniel asked, having recomposed his compassionate approach.

Johnnie did not reply right away, he didn't want to answer it at all.

"Look... maybe I want to find someone someday. But I'm nineteen and I have the rest of my life to plan the rest of my life. I don't think I'd know the right person even if I did find them," Johnnie looked around to make sure Calvin was still out of the room and out of earshot. "Even if I already have found him. I don't know... well, I just don't know."

Daniel said nothing; neither approving nor disapproving.

"I guess I'm keeping my options open." Johnnie said. "In case Brad Pitt becomes available or Calvin runs away with Victor."

Daniel smiled and chuckled, "Sorry if I upset you. I'm like an old man – old-fashioned," Daniel explained. "It's just that... I've been burned before and the next time I meet someone I want to get it right. Sex doesn't mean that much to me, so I'm waiting for the right person." Daniel went quiet again. "I'm jealous of you. And Calvin. Seems like you don't even know how lucky you are."

Daniel rose to leave the room but Johnnie stopped him and said, teasingly: "You're just a big softie, aren't you? You're kinda wonderful too."

Daniel allowed himself to smile at the compliment but Johnnie continued; "But if you're waiting for life to happen - or waiting for Mr Right to just spontaneously appear in your life - you'll have a long fucking wait. Because Mr Right is probably just like you and he's waiting for Daniel Helm to spontaneously appear in his life."

"Probably," Daniel admitted, though he had never thought about it like that.

"Stop waiting for life to just happen to you, Daniel. Go out and find a guy. Find a couple of guys. That way when the right one comes along, you'll know; because you'll have met the wrong ones already."

Daniel smiled and parroted Johnnie words back to him; "You're really just a big softie, aren't you?"

"It's my best kept secret." Johnnie replied.

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