Copyright 2025 by James Breitbart, all rights reserved
[1,616 words]
* * * * *
I awoke the next morning to the clatter of dishware. Opening
my eyes, I looked across the room to Sean, who had been woken up by the
same noise.
“You want to see what that’s about?” he
grumbled.
“Sure.”
I walked out into the living room to find Mom and Dad unpacking boxes.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“We’re looking for the frying pans,” Mom
explained, “you boys had better get a move on. Your father
wants you at the springs by ten.”
“What time is it now?”
“8:30, and you’ll need to be showered and dressed
and have breakfast. I sent your father to the store for eggs and
coffee.”
“Actually the boys can go to the springs naked and shower
there,” Dad said, “remember the new dress
code.”
“I think I have time for a shower,” I said, not
wanting to embarrass myself any more than I had to. I went back to my
room to tell Sean what was happening, and he got out of bed as soon as
he heard the part about walking there naked. We got through the
bathroom expeditiously. Fortunately, each bedroom in our new house had
an en suite bathroom, so we didn’t have to share with Eric
and Ethan anymore, and the toilet was in a little cubicle with its own
door, so I could do my business and then brush my teeth and shave (yes,
I was actually shaving, albeit only my upper lip) while Sean took his
shower, and then vice versa. After that we both got dressed in shorts
and t-shirts, at which point I realize that I’d left my flip
flops in the car.
“It can’t be that far,” Sean said,
“you can just go barefoot.”
“Yeah, it seems silly to worry about shoes when I’m
going to be naked.”
We emerged back into the living room. Mom had given up on the eggs, and
she, Dad, Ethan, and Eric were sitting at the kitchen table with bowls
of cereal. Neither Ethan nor Eric were wearing shirts.
“Ethan slept naked,” Eric informed me glumly as I
sat down.
“Yeah, so did we,” Sean answered, “we
couldn’t find our pajamas.”
“Well, I wore my underwear.”
“Yeah, I guess we could have done that.”
After breakfast, Eric went into his and Ethan’s room to
change into the clothes he’d worn the previous day, and then
we set off. Ethan and Dad were both happily naked. Feeling embarrassed
even though there was no one to see us, Sean and I walked a good 20
feet ahead of them until we reached the main hotel.
“It’s around on the right,” Dad called
out. We reluctantly followed him to the pool complex. There was a giant
Olympic-sized swimming pool, a kid’s splash pad, two water
slides and an obviously brand new lazy river. And on a hill just above
all this, there were two small, round, white buildings. I would have
assumed they were just sheds or covers for mechanical equipment, but
Mr. Crowe and his sons were standing in front of one, along with
another man and two boys. They looked strikingly alike, both tall for
their ages and a little on the skinny side, with light brown hair with
blond highlights near the temples. The older wore earrings, which I
took note of as I had been lobbying my Mom to let me pierce my ears.
“Howdy!” He called out to us as we approached. Dad
returned his greeting with a wave, and then turned to us.
“Boys, these are the original Jefferson Springs. Those
buildings are over 200 years old, although we did spruce them up a
little bit.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
We walked up to Mr. Crowe, who introduced us to his friend.
“This is Professor O’Brien, and his sons Logan and
Gavin.”
“Nice to meet you,” Logan said.
“Logan, Joel is going to be in your class in school next
year,” his father informed him.
“Come on Dad,” he teased, “we
don’t have to talk about school.”
“Yeah, school sucks!” his brother intoned. It
turned out that Gavin was going into seventh grade – a year
ahead of Eric, and their father was a professor of sociology at
Covington University, the next town over. Like his brother and Jordan,
Gavin had turned up barefoot. Jesse Crowe, who was going to be a senior
in high school, and both of the adults, had on flip flops. The building
they were standing in front of was the men’s bathouse, and
the other building was the women’s.
Once all this had been explained, Dad suggested that we step inside.
Opening the door led us to a sort of hallway/locker room. There was a
bench in the middle, with a row of lockers on one side and doorways
leading to the central pool on the other. Each locker aligned perfectly
with a door.
“You disrobe here and leave your clothes in a
locker,” Dad explained.
Without further ado, Jordan, Logan, Gavin, and Jesse each selected a
locker and began taking off their clothes. Not wanting to be the odd
one out, I did likewise, followed by Eric and Joel. Ethan
didn’t have any clothes to worry about, so he started running
toward the pool until dad stopped him.
“This isn’t like a regular swimming pool where you
can do cannonballs and be silly. It’s for relaxation, so we
can’t splash around or make noise.”
“Ok, Dad.” Ethan got in the pool, a bit more
slowly, and I followed him, not wanting to be in a too obvious hurry,
but eager to submerge my junk beneath the water. It was warm, a little
like being in a hot tub. Dad got in next, followed by Mr. Crowe.
“Mmm…it’s been too long.”
“Yeah,” Jesse quipped, “last time this
place was open, Jordan didn’t even have pubes.”
“Hey,” his brother objected.
I couldn’t help but check Jordan out. His pubes had come in
nicely since the last time the pools were open, and they sat above a
decent sized uncut cock and a plump pair of testicles. He clearly kept
in shape, and had the beginnings of a six pack.
To my embarrassment, I felt my own cock start to stiffen. It
wasn’t exactly a surprise that I got hard around a guy. I
found myself attracted to boys and girls pretty much equally and had
enthusiastically participated in the grab-ass that was an inherent part
of the swim team’s locker room last year, but I had no idea
how Logan and Jordan would react, let alone their fathers. I looked
away but the damage was already done. Within a minute I was rock hard
and couldn’t get it to go down. No one said anything, but
Jordan clearly noticed. He did a double take when he saw it, and then
kept looking over at me. After a couple of minutes, he turned over so
that he was floating on his back, with his own erection poking out of
the water. The effect seemed to be contagious, and after a few minutes
all the boys except for Ethan were obviously hard. The adult men sat on
submerged benches around the edge of the pool, apparently oblivious
until Ethan called out.
“Hey, look at Joel’s wiener!”
“Ethan!”
Before I could hit him, Dad interjected. “Ethan,
it’s not polite to talk about other people’s bodies
like that, especially their penises.”
Jesse sensed my discomfort and tried to help.
“Don’t worry about it, everyone gets hard in the
pool, especially your first couple of times.”
“The nice thing about these pools is that they promote social
nudity,” Dr. O’Brien explained.
“Actually, that’s part of the reason we decided to
live here. It’s a much more open environment for the kids to
grow up in than anywhere else in commuting distance. When they closed
down the pools a couple of years ago, we bought a membership at White
Tail Resort, but we let it lapse this year.”
“I hope you’ll be buying a day
membership,” my Dad remarked.
“Oh, yes.”
“You know, we have lockers at the front desk so our day
members can drop their clothes off and enjoy the facilities
nude.”
“Cool,” Logan said, “I want to try that
waterslide you built.”
“I’m sure we’ll get plenty of chances to
try out everything the resort has to offer,” his dad said,
“which reminds me, Suzanne wanted me to invite you to church
tomorrow, and lunch after.”
“And today, Jesse and Jordan can show your boys around
town,” Senator Crowe added.
“I appreciate the offer,” Dad responded,
“but my boys are spoken for. Mei-Xing has plenty of work cut
out for them today. Actually, we’d probably better get
going.”
We got out of the pool, using the towels that had been hung on hooks
next to the doors to dry off with, and then everyone except for Dad and
Ethan put their clothes back on. I quickly discovered that the fabric
rubbing against my dick made my problem worse, and I was rock hard with
aching balls by the time we got home.
Dad took note of my predicament, which judging by the bulge in his
shorts, was shared by Sean. “Boys, why don’t you go
to your room and take care of those hard-ons real quick?”
Ordinarily, Sean and I masturbated in the shower for privacy, but we
had been in too much of a hurry this morning, and we knew that Mom
would complain about us wasting water if we got in the shower again so
soon. We both masturbated in the bedroom, using handtowels to clean up
afterwards, and then got dressed and went out to see what Mom wanted us
to do.