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Thanks Jeepster. The idea of the stripping gang wasn't in my head when I started writing the chapter. It makes for a quick bit of backstory,
how the Naked Time at home happens for the first time. Imagine the injustice Taylor feels...getting stripped by a gang, then getting punished
for losing his clothes.
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The reasoning for the stripping is amazing, Taylor of course can't question it. He is probably just happy enough to be left alone from the gangs. That being said, he isn't left alone from prying eyes.
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Who is the other DICK?...lol
Or maybe you have two of them, one for each hand to jerk on. That would be awesome.
I have seen photos of a guy with three testicles.
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The Swim Party Crasher
Chapter 13. Swim Party For Two
It's approximately 1:15 in the afternoon, and Taylor eagerly knocks on the door. After what must have been twenty knocks on wood, the door
finally opened. A groggy looking Uncle Owen steps out wearing no shirt, faded and slightly torn cutoff jeans the only thing on, a three day
growth of beard making him look scraggly and tired. Uncle Owen has a beer bottle in his hand, and from the looks of it, that was not the first
beer of the day for him.
"Is Shannara here?"
"Oh...Hi Taylor. Hmmmm...I don't know. Just run up to her room, see if she's there."
Nobody could be found upstairs. Taylor searched every room of the house, getting put to work fetching another beer for his always
thirsty uncle. Finally giving up, Taylor says he can't find Shannara anywhere inside.
"Go around back and see if she's in the shed. She has a paint set in there, and sometimes she wastes time drawing crazy cuckoo shit like girls
do. I don't know what that impressionist painting crap is. Nothing looks like what she says it's supposed to be. The stuff on the canvass just
looks like splotches and spilt paint if you ask me."
Taylor checks out the backyard, ventures into the old wooden shed, but shouting out "Shannara...are you in there?" not wanting to walk in
unannounced. You never want to sneak up on a girl unawares. One might see something you really didn't want to see. The shed smells moldy
with undertones of oil and gasoline. Several posterboards are stacked up against a wall. The designs on them are colorful but bizarre, and Taylor
has no idea what the images are.
Stepping out of the shed, Taylor shouts out again. Maybe Taylor is at the side yard somewhere, maybe having just arrived. Maybe she is
hiding in the bushes and plans to spring out like a wildcat and scare the shit out of him. Taylor looks around at the bushes cautiously.
Seeing nothing, Taylor starts to walk back to the back door.
"Well if it ain't the pretty princess. Why are you hiding those shapely legs?"
Taylor jumps nearly out of his shoes. He turns toward the sound, his heart pounding.
Standing at the chain link fence, mostly overgrown with vines and tall weeds, the familiar face of Dillinger peers out from the shadows of
overhanging branches.
"Whew...you made me jump there, Dillinger. I was looking for Shannara." Taylor steps over to the fence.
"Haven't seen her. Haven't talked to her either."
When Taylor gets closer, he sees Dillinger doesn't have a shirt on. No surprise there, the athletic Dillinger rarely has a shirt on when it's warm
outside. Giving the older boy a high five, Taylor says, "She told me to drop by today. But we didn't have a specific time in mind. I wonder if
she - -"
Taylor's words trailed off. Looking past Dillinger, he sees a swimming pool in the neighbor's back yard.
"So cool. I didn't know there was a pool over there. When I come over, um...most of the time I'm inside with Shannara. You know, in her
room or in the kitchen."
"Yeah. I remember the first time I met you. Was upstairs in Shannara's bedroom. You were looking so pretty that night. What a sight," and
Dillinger smiles, give Taylor a knowing wink.
"Will you shut up about that!" Taylor shouts, feeling the stinging on his cheeks. That night still carries such emotional baggage the mere
mention of what happened on Halloween makes him blush.
The memory of that night must have stayed vibrant in Dillinger's mind as well, as the bigger boy was beaming with an annoying smirking grin.
And his teeth were so freaking straight and white. 'Damn...that guy just has it made', Taylor thinks to himself, finding himself to be envious of
another of the physical features that Dillinger possesses.
"Yep, it's a nice pool alright. It really helps me stay in shape when I can do lap swimming on the side...you know, on top of the regular
workouts and practices I do with the rassling and baseball. Anyway...you want to come over and look at the pool. It has a fancy schmancy
hot tub too. Big enough for four people."
Taylor is delighted at the invitation. So even if Shannara doesn't show up, it won't be a wasted trip. Climbing carefully, super careful not
to get his blue jeans scraped or torn on the metal links, Taylor clambers over the fence. Taylor nearly falls down off the top when
he sees what Taylor is wearing. In fact, Taylor would have fallen off the fence and gone down in a heap if Dillinger hadn't reached out to grab
hold of him. What caused the freeze up at the top of the climb was looking down Dillinger's body to see an amazingly small flash of color.
That color flash was a bright purple speedo that was so snug on Dillinger's body that it appeared to be imbedded right into the bigger boy's
skin. Getting helped over by Dillinger's strong arms, Taylor was able to get a second glance and that confirmed what he thought he saw the
first time. That dark haired kid, formerly known as Tarzan the almost ape-man, had something big hidden in the loincloth he wore that
last Halloween. There was a bulge pushing outward on the loincloth Dillinger wore that night, but Taylor thought the size of the bulge was
partly due to the design of the material itself. Now Taylor knows his cousin's next door neighbor wasn't just showing off a lot of cloth stuffing.
"Ha ha...caught you staring. What do you think of my speedo. The regular sporting goods stores don't carry a model this sleek and with this
color. I had to order it online. It fits just fine don't you think?"
"Uh...sure. It looks great on you," Taylor says, and though the words came out slowly, every one of them were true. That taller kid really
did look great. That purple suit suited Dillinger in ways that few boys his age could be suited up.
"Come on. I'll show you the pool," Dillinger walks quickly toward the water. "I was working on my tan. I had just gotten out here when I
heard you calling for Shannara. Then I head you calling a second time and I had to see what you were up to."
Taylor was impressed with everything. He was impressed with the length of the lap swimming section of the pool. He was impressed with
the nice hot tub that could fit six of him down in there in the bubbly water, and how hard the flow of water was coming out of the jets.
And to top it off, Taylor was jealous of how Dillinger's body was one that attracted girls so readily, when his body is still boyish, and his face
shaped more like a girl's.
"You do lap swimming out here? But it's March. That water will be too cold."
"The pool is heated. But we only run the heater on the weekends. Can't affort to heat it every day. And today is Saturday, so the pool is a
nice 80 degrees. A little chilly for sitting around in, but great for doing a lot of laps. Take off your clothes. Let's get into the water."
Taylor looks down at his shoes. He wasn't ready for that suggestion. The idea is preposterous, but it makes him giggle, and even the giggling
is something so girly like. If only his voice would deepen to counterbalance all that feminism that flowed out of him. Where the hell is the
Puberty Monster?!
Taylor half loves the idea of going swimming in the pool in Dillinger's backyard. He half loathes the idea because it would require taking off
his shirt and jeans, would require his pale face and even more pale body be looked at by a muscular hunk named Dillinger.
"I...hmm, I don't know if I should do that."
"There ain't nobody watching. Lots of trees and bushes for cover. And so what the fucks, let's get wet and act like ducks."
Dillinger's enthusiasm is infectious. His new friend can be quite persuasive. And it would be awkward to hang out in this backyard, staring
at a boy in a tiny speedo while wearing clothes from top to bottom. It would be rude to refuse the invitation.
"I can take off these jeans, but I don't know if I should get my boxers wet. Mom hates it when something gets ruined with my clothes. You
would not believe how unpleasant she can get when she finds a button missing or a torn collar."
Dillinger shakes his head as he laughs, then throwing his arms up into the air he says "Then take it all off. It's just us guys here...oh wait...you
are a guy right?"
Taylor feels his face blushing again. Dillinger grins, and he must be aware of the bright red color deepening across Taylor's cheeks. Taylor hates
how his facial color is so expressive of his moods and emotions. Taylor looks down at his feet again.
Dillinger has one more offer to toss into the deal. "I tell you what I'll do. If you are brave enough to skinny dip in this here swimming pool...then
I'll swim nekkid too."
Chapter 13. Swim Party For Two
It's approximately 1:15 in the afternoon, and Taylor eagerly knocks on the door. After what must have been twenty knocks on wood, the door
finally opened. A groggy looking Uncle Owen steps out wearing no shirt, faded and slightly torn cutoff jeans the only thing on, a three day
growth of beard making him look scraggly and tired. Uncle Owen has a beer bottle in his hand, and from the looks of it, that was not the first
beer of the day for him.
"Is Shannara here?"
"Oh...Hi Taylor. Hmmmm...I don't know. Just run up to her room, see if she's there."
Nobody could be found upstairs. Taylor searched every room of the house, getting put to work fetching another beer for his always
thirsty uncle. Finally giving up, Taylor says he can't find Shannara anywhere inside.
"Go around back and see if she's in the shed. She has a paint set in there, and sometimes she wastes time drawing crazy cuckoo shit like girls
do. I don't know what that impressionist painting crap is. Nothing looks like what she says it's supposed to be. The stuff on the canvass just
looks like splotches and spilt paint if you ask me."
Taylor checks out the backyard, ventures into the old wooden shed, but shouting out "Shannara...are you in there?" not wanting to walk in
unannounced. You never want to sneak up on a girl unawares. One might see something you really didn't want to see. The shed smells moldy
with undertones of oil and gasoline. Several posterboards are stacked up against a wall. The designs on them are colorful but bizarre, and Taylor
has no idea what the images are.
Stepping out of the shed, Taylor shouts out again. Maybe Taylor is at the side yard somewhere, maybe having just arrived. Maybe she is
hiding in the bushes and plans to spring out like a wildcat and scare the shit out of him. Taylor looks around at the bushes cautiously.
Seeing nothing, Taylor starts to walk back to the back door.
"Well if it ain't the pretty princess. Why are you hiding those shapely legs?"
Taylor jumps nearly out of his shoes. He turns toward the sound, his heart pounding.
Standing at the chain link fence, mostly overgrown with vines and tall weeds, the familiar face of Dillinger peers out from the shadows of
overhanging branches.
"Whew...you made me jump there, Dillinger. I was looking for Shannara." Taylor steps over to the fence.
"Haven't seen her. Haven't talked to her either."
When Taylor gets closer, he sees Dillinger doesn't have a shirt on. No surprise there, the athletic Dillinger rarely has a shirt on when it's warm
outside. Giving the older boy a high five, Taylor says, "She told me to drop by today. But we didn't have a specific time in mind. I wonder if
she - -"
Taylor's words trailed off. Looking past Dillinger, he sees a swimming pool in the neighbor's back yard.
"So cool. I didn't know there was a pool over there. When I come over, um...most of the time I'm inside with Shannara. You know, in her
room or in the kitchen."
"Yeah. I remember the first time I met you. Was upstairs in Shannara's bedroom. You were looking so pretty that night. What a sight," and
Dillinger smiles, give Taylor a knowing wink.
"Will you shut up about that!" Taylor shouts, feeling the stinging on his cheeks. That night still carries such emotional baggage the mere
mention of what happened on Halloween makes him blush.
The memory of that night must have stayed vibrant in Dillinger's mind as well, as the bigger boy was beaming with an annoying smirking grin.
And his teeth were so freaking straight and white. 'Damn...that guy just has it made', Taylor thinks to himself, finding himself to be envious of
another of the physical features that Dillinger possesses.
"Yep, it's a nice pool alright. It really helps me stay in shape when I can do lap swimming on the side...you know, on top of the regular
workouts and practices I do with the rassling and baseball. Anyway...you want to come over and look at the pool. It has a fancy schmancy
hot tub too. Big enough for four people."
Taylor is delighted at the invitation. So even if Shannara doesn't show up, it won't be a wasted trip. Climbing carefully, super careful not
to get his blue jeans scraped or torn on the metal links, Taylor clambers over the fence. Taylor nearly falls down off the top when
he sees what Taylor is wearing. In fact, Taylor would have fallen off the fence and gone down in a heap if Dillinger hadn't reached out to grab
hold of him. What caused the freeze up at the top of the climb was looking down Dillinger's body to see an amazingly small flash of color.
That color flash was a bright purple speedo that was so snug on Dillinger's body that it appeared to be imbedded right into the bigger boy's
skin. Getting helped over by Dillinger's strong arms, Taylor was able to get a second glance and that confirmed what he thought he saw the
first time. That dark haired kid, formerly known as Tarzan the almost ape-man, had something big hidden in the loincloth he wore that
last Halloween. There was a bulge pushing outward on the loincloth Dillinger wore that night, but Taylor thought the size of the bulge was
partly due to the design of the material itself. Now Taylor knows his cousin's next door neighbor wasn't just showing off a lot of cloth stuffing.
"Ha ha...caught you staring. What do you think of my speedo. The regular sporting goods stores don't carry a model this sleek and with this
color. I had to order it online. It fits just fine don't you think?"
"Uh...sure. It looks great on you," Taylor says, and though the words came out slowly, every one of them were true. That taller kid really
did look great. That purple suit suited Dillinger in ways that few boys his age could be suited up.
"Come on. I'll show you the pool," Dillinger walks quickly toward the water. "I was working on my tan. I had just gotten out here when I
heard you calling for Shannara. Then I head you calling a second time and I had to see what you were up to."
Taylor was impressed with everything. He was impressed with the length of the lap swimming section of the pool. He was impressed with
the nice hot tub that could fit six of him down in there in the bubbly water, and how hard the flow of water was coming out of the jets.
And to top it off, Taylor was jealous of how Dillinger's body was one that attracted girls so readily, when his body is still boyish, and his face
shaped more like a girl's.
"You do lap swimming out here? But it's March. That water will be too cold."
"The pool is heated. But we only run the heater on the weekends. Can't affort to heat it every day. And today is Saturday, so the pool is a
nice 80 degrees. A little chilly for sitting around in, but great for doing a lot of laps. Take off your clothes. Let's get into the water."
Taylor looks down at his shoes. He wasn't ready for that suggestion. The idea is preposterous, but it makes him giggle, and even the giggling
is something so girly like. If only his voice would deepen to counterbalance all that feminism that flowed out of him. Where the hell is the
Puberty Monster?!
Taylor half loves the idea of going swimming in the pool in Dillinger's backyard. He half loathes the idea because it would require taking off
his shirt and jeans, would require his pale face and even more pale body be looked at by a muscular hunk named Dillinger.
"I...hmm, I don't know if I should do that."
"There ain't nobody watching. Lots of trees and bushes for cover. And so what the fucks, let's get wet and act like ducks."
Dillinger's enthusiasm is infectious. His new friend can be quite persuasive. And it would be awkward to hang out in this backyard, staring
at a boy in a tiny speedo while wearing clothes from top to bottom. It would be rude to refuse the invitation.
"I can take off these jeans, but I don't know if I should get my boxers wet. Mom hates it when something gets ruined with my clothes. You
would not believe how unpleasant she can get when she finds a button missing or a torn collar."
Dillinger shakes his head as he laughs, then throwing his arms up into the air he says "Then take it all off. It's just us guys here...oh wait...you
are a guy right?"
Taylor feels his face blushing again. Dillinger grins, and he must be aware of the bright red color deepening across Taylor's cheeks. Taylor hates
how his facial color is so expressive of his moods and emotions. Taylor looks down at his feet again.
Dillinger has one more offer to toss into the deal. "I tell you what I'll do. If you are brave enough to skinny dip in this here swimming pool...then
I'll swim nekkid too."
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I have the feeling Dillinger is up to something? Maybe I'm being too cynical and he's just genuinely wanting to skinny dip with Taylor.
Taylor can't afford to get his underpants wet so it's probably best he takes them off. I just hope nobody steals them and leaves him naked....
Loving this so far.
Taylor can't afford to get his underpants wet so it's probably best he takes them off. I just hope nobody steals them and leaves him naked....
Loving this so far.
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The Swim Party Crasher
Chapter 14. A Showoff and a Shy One.
Other boys and even some girls had made fun of Taylor's less than manly looks. Dillinger isn't the first one to tease him about his girlish
features, but somehow he did it in a way that wasn't quite so condescending. When Dillinger asked "you are a guy, right?", Taylor found it
to be annoying but funny at the same time, sort of like when two brothers tease each other in a good hearted manner.
There was no doubt Dillinger was a guy, all male, even one who could be called studly. The bigger boy has a confidence Taylor lacks, a
real leadership quality. Taylor is more of a follower, and right now he's been asked to strip down to bare skin and follow Dillinger into the
swimming pool.
Taylor pulls the sweater over his head. He looks around for a place to put it down, decides one of two deck lounge chairs is the right place
for his clothes.
"Wow...you really need to get some sun. You look white as a ghost." Dillinger is quite the opposite, having a superb tan.
Taylor kicks off his shoes and socks, slides the jeans down his legs and off. But when it came time to take the boxers off Taylor hesitates, looks
down at his feet. It's only another guy watching him strip down, but still it makes him nervous.
"You know...I've seen everything you got already. Remember how that older girl did that anatomy lesson on you last Halloween. That was so
crazy. That girl actually jerked on your cock for a while." Dillinger does a jerking off motion with his right hand.
"She said I wasn't grown yet, but also said I grew nicely. I was so confused." Taylor looks at the hand jerking in front of Dillinger's impressive
bulge, and the thoughts and feelings going through his mind are once again confusing. "You first, okay."
Dillinger laughs, then when he stops he gives Taylor a wink. "That's only fair. I can see how you might not want to go first. Okay...here goes."
As Taylor watches from less than five feet away, Dillinger reaches into the speedo to untie the drawstring. Then slowly, ever so slowly he pushes
down the waistband of the small purple suit. It was like watching a performance at a male stripper club, but of course Taylor wouldn't know
anything about that. Taylor only knows it is odd how Dillinger is doing a striptease. The front of the suit is slowly lowered until some pubic hair
is showing, then the suit gets yanked up again.
"Do you guys have to shower after PE class?" Dillinger asks. "You ever compare yourself to other guys? That friend of your sister's, Tanya, she
was actually impressed with how big you are. I could tell." The swimsuit finally gets lowered past the crotch, and then Dillinger speeds up to
remove the speedo the rest of the way. The small purple suit gets dropped on the other deck chair.
Standing there like a young demi-god, the son of Zeus or some other ancient deity, Dillinger places his hands on his hips, lets the younger lad
look him over, totally confident and secure in his budding teenage masculinity.
The first thing that popped into Taylor's thoughts was Dillinger's dick isn't super long, but it sure is big around with a large round sack hanging
underneath. The next thing Taylor thinks of is the movie PERCY JACKSON and the OLYMPIANS. Dillinger is too good looking and athletic to be
a mere mortal. No wonder he is good in multiple sports, like he's the son of Poseidon.
"You gonna strip down or what?"
Dang it...he'd been caught doing too much staring. Taylor giggles uncontrollably, and he tucks the thumbs into his boxers. No striptease by
Taylor, he yanks the boxers off with a woosh. The boxers get tossed onto the deck chair, and then Taylor turns to run for the water.
"Not so fast. Not so fast there buckaroo. I didn't say you can get in yet."
Taylor returns to standing next to the lawn chair. Out in the open like this with nothing on is unnerving. It makes a boy feel twice as naked as
regular naked while indoors, which is something Taylor is only too familiar with. But somehow, being naked under the sun in the middle of a
backyard doubles the feeling of exposure.
"Why do you want me to stand here?" Taylor wanted to cover up, but his friend stood his ground without covering up, and Taylor wants to
be the equal in having guts and nerve.
"You're not snipped on the dick like everyone else. Every kid on the teams I'm on has their dickhead showing. What's your story?"
Taylor looks down at his feet again, but his eyes focus on the end of his long but hairless penis, only the tip of the head peaks out when he's
limp, giving one a glimpse of the pee hole, but Taylor would have to lift it up to see it or show it to someone else.
"I don't know. I'm not ready to ask my mom such things."
Taylor now really wanted to cover up. Being asked questions about his manhood and why he wasn't circumcised is both weird and awkward.
Looking over at Dillinger again, the older boy has a huge mushroom looking head on display, and boy howdy does Dillinger seem to like displaying
himself.
"Yoo hoo. I love the show. Wow. Two hot hotties!" The shouts came from Taylor's right side, and from above. Looking in that direction,
Taylor sees the upper story of the house next door, on the opposite side that his Uncle Owen's house is. Sticking out of a window are the
heads of two girls. They are waving and yelling.
"Who's your long haired friend, Dillinger?" says one girl.
"Yeah...he's cute," says the other one.
Taylor clamps hands over his crotch. "You said nobody could see us."
"That was from the ground level. It's hard to see through the fence line anywhere. Those two girls are only eleven, so I don't worry about them
seeing me. They are twins. Gertie and Bertie. They like to spy on me with binoculars. Sometimes I give them a thrill."
Shocked and horrified, Taylor runs for the swimming pool. His feet barely touch down on the ground as he speeds along the ten feet between the deck chairs and the swimming pool. Leaping like a ball shot from a cannon, Taylor jumps off from the side off the pool to land five feet beyond
the wall into the mid-deep part of the pool.
The cold is shocking and instantly numbing. Taylor practically screams when his head breaks the surface. This water isn't heated. It's fucking
freezing!
Chapter 14. A Showoff and a Shy One.
Other boys and even some girls had made fun of Taylor's less than manly looks. Dillinger isn't the first one to tease him about his girlish
features, but somehow he did it in a way that wasn't quite so condescending. When Dillinger asked "you are a guy, right?", Taylor found it
to be annoying but funny at the same time, sort of like when two brothers tease each other in a good hearted manner.
There was no doubt Dillinger was a guy, all male, even one who could be called studly. The bigger boy has a confidence Taylor lacks, a
real leadership quality. Taylor is more of a follower, and right now he's been asked to strip down to bare skin and follow Dillinger into the
swimming pool.
Taylor pulls the sweater over his head. He looks around for a place to put it down, decides one of two deck lounge chairs is the right place
for his clothes.
"Wow...you really need to get some sun. You look white as a ghost." Dillinger is quite the opposite, having a superb tan.
Taylor kicks off his shoes and socks, slides the jeans down his legs and off. But when it came time to take the boxers off Taylor hesitates, looks
down at his feet. It's only another guy watching him strip down, but still it makes him nervous.
"You know...I've seen everything you got already. Remember how that older girl did that anatomy lesson on you last Halloween. That was so
crazy. That girl actually jerked on your cock for a while." Dillinger does a jerking off motion with his right hand.
"She said I wasn't grown yet, but also said I grew nicely. I was so confused." Taylor looks at the hand jerking in front of Dillinger's impressive
bulge, and the thoughts and feelings going through his mind are once again confusing. "You first, okay."
Dillinger laughs, then when he stops he gives Taylor a wink. "That's only fair. I can see how you might not want to go first. Okay...here goes."
As Taylor watches from less than five feet away, Dillinger reaches into the speedo to untie the drawstring. Then slowly, ever so slowly he pushes
down the waistband of the small purple suit. It was like watching a performance at a male stripper club, but of course Taylor wouldn't know
anything about that. Taylor only knows it is odd how Dillinger is doing a striptease. The front of the suit is slowly lowered until some pubic hair
is showing, then the suit gets yanked up again.
"Do you guys have to shower after PE class?" Dillinger asks. "You ever compare yourself to other guys? That friend of your sister's, Tanya, she
was actually impressed with how big you are. I could tell." The swimsuit finally gets lowered past the crotch, and then Dillinger speeds up to
remove the speedo the rest of the way. The small purple suit gets dropped on the other deck chair.
Standing there like a young demi-god, the son of Zeus or some other ancient deity, Dillinger places his hands on his hips, lets the younger lad
look him over, totally confident and secure in his budding teenage masculinity.
The first thing that popped into Taylor's thoughts was Dillinger's dick isn't super long, but it sure is big around with a large round sack hanging
underneath. The next thing Taylor thinks of is the movie PERCY JACKSON and the OLYMPIANS. Dillinger is too good looking and athletic to be
a mere mortal. No wonder he is good in multiple sports, like he's the son of Poseidon.
"You gonna strip down or what?"
Dang it...he'd been caught doing too much staring. Taylor giggles uncontrollably, and he tucks the thumbs into his boxers. No striptease by
Taylor, he yanks the boxers off with a woosh. The boxers get tossed onto the deck chair, and then Taylor turns to run for the water.
"Not so fast. Not so fast there buckaroo. I didn't say you can get in yet."
Taylor returns to standing next to the lawn chair. Out in the open like this with nothing on is unnerving. It makes a boy feel twice as naked as
regular naked while indoors, which is something Taylor is only too familiar with. But somehow, being naked under the sun in the middle of a
backyard doubles the feeling of exposure.
"Why do you want me to stand here?" Taylor wanted to cover up, but his friend stood his ground without covering up, and Taylor wants to
be the equal in having guts and nerve.
"You're not snipped on the dick like everyone else. Every kid on the teams I'm on has their dickhead showing. What's your story?"
Taylor looks down at his feet again, but his eyes focus on the end of his long but hairless penis, only the tip of the head peaks out when he's
limp, giving one a glimpse of the pee hole, but Taylor would have to lift it up to see it or show it to someone else.
"I don't know. I'm not ready to ask my mom such things."
Taylor now really wanted to cover up. Being asked questions about his manhood and why he wasn't circumcised is both weird and awkward.
Looking over at Dillinger again, the older boy has a huge mushroom looking head on display, and boy howdy does Dillinger seem to like displaying
himself.
"Yoo hoo. I love the show. Wow. Two hot hotties!" The shouts came from Taylor's right side, and from above. Looking in that direction,
Taylor sees the upper story of the house next door, on the opposite side that his Uncle Owen's house is. Sticking out of a window are the
heads of two girls. They are waving and yelling.
"Who's your long haired friend, Dillinger?" says one girl.
"Yeah...he's cute," says the other one.
Taylor clamps hands over his crotch. "You said nobody could see us."
"That was from the ground level. It's hard to see through the fence line anywhere. Those two girls are only eleven, so I don't worry about them
seeing me. They are twins. Gertie and Bertie. They like to spy on me with binoculars. Sometimes I give them a thrill."
Shocked and horrified, Taylor runs for the swimming pool. His feet barely touch down on the ground as he speeds along the ten feet between the deck chairs and the swimming pool. Leaping like a ball shot from a cannon, Taylor jumps off from the side off the pool to land five feet beyond
the wall into the mid-deep part of the pool.
The cold is shocking and instantly numbing. Taylor practically screams when his head breaks the surface. This water isn't heated. It's fucking
freezing!
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Re: The Swim Party Crasher_New Feb 13
Love it! Hopefully the twins get to see a closeup of the naked boys and come down to the pool.
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