The Swim Party Crasher

[TeenFan]

The Swim Party Crasher
Chapter 1. Pretty Boy Look in Mirror Too Much


"Taylor Gerald Clark...where the hell are you."

The shout came from the kitchen. Taylor hated hearing his full name called out. It was never a good sign. His momma only used the full name
whenever he had done something wrong, or when he had caused momma some sort of distress. Not once did he hear a remark resembling "Taylor
Gerald Clark...would you like to go with me to get something from the ice cream parlor?"...nope, it was never anything like that.

"Where is your scrawny ass?"

Taylor didn't even know his mom had come home. He was in the shower, and mom must have slipped in while the water was running. When he
heard the shouts, Taylor was busy looking at himself in the bathroom mirror. He had one hand raised up over his head, the fingers of the other
hand desperately feeling around for any signs of armpit hair growth.

It's a routine Taylor picked up as the months he is a Twelve year old dwindled and the Thirteenth birthday approached. He wanted
ever so desperately to have some pubic hair by the time he became a teenager. Boys aren't real teens until they get some little bushes growing
next to the tree trunk down under. Oftentimes girls won't take you seriously until some evidence of maturity can be presented to them,
mainly in the form of armpit hair, which Taylor could show somebody...or pubic hair which Taylor might let his buddies at school get a glimpse
of. Two of his classmates had proudly and boldly dropped the front of their shorts right in front of him at the gym.

"Look at that Taylor. I got hair down there now. Do you have hair?"

Taylor could not match those other boys in pubic hair development, but he could outshine them in another way. Taylor knew his penis
was twice as nice as what those two boys had sticking out, but Taylor wasn't confident enough to whip it out, not in the middle of the gymnasium floor with girls prowling about.

With mom having called out twice, Taylor responds, "I'm in the bathroom." And that is another thing that hasn't matured enough, his voice
is still too high pitched.

Taylor wonders why his mom has to say "where the hell are you?" There are only four rooms in the apartment. He's obviously not in the living
room or the kitchen, so he could only be in the only bedroom or in the bathroom. How hard can it be to figure it out?

The bathroom door swings open. Cool air rushes in, making Taylor's reddish/brown nipples harden instantly. He lowers the upraised arm.

"Staring at yourself in the mirror again. I swear...you must think you are as pretty as a princess. Now I admit your long blond hair is fetching
and your baby face does have a certain boyish charm. But looking at yourself like that isn't gonna make you grow up faster. You are growing
too fast as it is. Are you listening to me?

Taylor turns his body to face in his mom's direction. He feels a bit underdressed, having only the bath towel around his waist.

"I just went through the laundry basket. I found two rips in your best pair of underwear. Did you roll around in the yard like a dog? Or maybe
you got them stretched out while rassling with that no good cousin of yours. She's the same age you are but I swear she acts more like a boy
than you do. Well...did you at least beat her at rassling?"

Taylor looks down at his feet which are too large, which cause him to outgrow his shoes way too often. His feet are clean now, but an hour ago
they were filthy dirty.

"No mom...she beat me up pretty good this time. But Shannara plays soccer and basketball. And she beat both of us in tennis. I might have
a chance against her in swimming though. But I need a new swimsuit. The one I have has holes in it, and the mesh liner got ripped."

"Oh, so you are afraid something might slip out while you are swimming, huh...but who is going to care if the weenie of a twelve year old
slips out?" and she reaches out to grab hold of the towel around Taylor's waist. With a quick woosh the towel is in mom's hand and Taylor
is left standing in a pitiful girl like cower as he bends over slightly, shoulders hunched, hands grabbing boy bits to get them covered up.

"NOW you are shy. You sister told me she caught you playing video games with nothing on. She says your joystick was sticking up as you were
playing with the joystick. Kiara says you were making superb jumps on the motocross bike while your other hand twisted the throttle real
good....ha, it's true then. Your blushing cheeks never lie."

Taylor is not a good liar. He would twiddle his thumbs, he'd shift from one foot to another, and his pale skinned face turns pink as a
carnation. Taylor didn't even have to say a word; his body was its own lie detector.

"But back to your clothes. Your shirt and shorts are a filthy mess. I want you to do the laundry tonight. Put your hands down and stand up normally when I talk to you. There, you see...what have you got that any other boy ain't got?"

Taylor stands up straight like a soldier, but he wishes he could have something, anything to put on. Sure, he's been seen naked by his mother,
times too numerous to count but having to stand at attention while listening to a lecture is beyond reason.

The sound of the front door slams shut.

"Kiara...we are here in the bathroom. I'm telling your brother for the last time I don't want him to wear out his clothes so fast."

A moment later Taylor's sister, sixteen years old and thinking she's the goddess of girlhood, stands at the door. Kiara sees her brother standing
at attention, his body straight as an arrow, the penis sticking straight out with a partial hardon, and she chuckles as she stares.

"Tore his clothes again? I knew something would happen when I saw him run off toward the park with Shannara. But how can you expect little
boys to take care of their things. He takes care of that thing a lot these days...but I won't mention nothing more about that. One would never
think he is a boy with him reading the fashion magazines at the doctor's office waiting room. A boy his age should look at the Hunting and Fishing magazine, or the Boy's Life. But Taylor was reading "Allure" and the "In Style". He thinks he can be a designer. Can you believe that?"

"What is up with the tag team on me. Stop it. Can I go now?" Taylor wants to run, but the way is blocked by the two women in his life, a
pestering mom and a bitchy sister.

Taylor's mom backs away a couple feet, stops at the doorframe. "What do you think we should do with him? All his clothes are dirty."

Kiara tilts her head from side to side as she contemplates an answer. When her face brightens up and a big smile flashes across that bitchy
mouth, Taylor knows he isn't going to like the next words that come out.

"Taylor can stay just as he is until the load of clothes is washed and dried. I'm going to do my homework in my room. But I want him to
curl my hair just the way I showed him. That won't take longer than half an hour or so. Taylor is only twelve. Kids his age don't need nothing
to wear around the house. That's the way it is in India and all over Africa. Isn't that right?"

Taylor looks down at his feet again, his half hard dick partially blocking the view. "I know I know...boys in Africa don't have clothes to wear
so I can't complain. Just like they don't have enough food to eat...so I can't complain if it's Tuna Helper and Ramen soup again."

[Themarble]

An amazing first chapter! I'm glad that we will see a back story to Taylor, it's interesting to hear how his joystick acts while having to go around in the nude! I hope we have him naked for quite the while as this story progresses!

[Jeepman89]

Loving this so far.

[Trundle]

Brilliant first chapter, really sets the scene.

Really looking forward to the next chapter, Taylor having to act as hairdresser whilst naked