Copyright 2025 by James Breitbart, all rights reserved
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* * * * *Mom made sure we were all up and dressed for church bright and early
Sunday morning, in our nicest clothes – the khaki pants and brown dress
shoes left over from last year’s school uniforms, checked button-down
shirts, and sport coats for Sean and myself. It was the first time I’d
worn shoes of any sort since we’d stopped for lunch Friday afternoon,
and I noticed that my school shoes were starting to pinch.
Dad
announced that we were going to walk to the church, which was right
across Main Street from the main hotel. There was a small crowd of
churchgoers milling around in front of the church, a low-slung brick
building with a gingerbread-house portico, and I recognized the Crowes
and O’Briens. As I got closer, I saw that Jordan and Logan were still
barefoot, and Logan still had his earrings in, even though they were
otherwise dressed appropriately for a church service.
Mr.
Crowe waved us over and introduced us to the pastor, Reverend Wells,
and his kids Alec, Gabby, and Derek. Gabby and Derek were both in
elementary school, but Alec would be a freshman at Jefferson Springs
High School next year. Like me, he was planning to go out for the swim
team. After some brief introductions, we filed into the church and sat
in the pew with the O’Briens and Crowes. I had been in enough churches
to know that each one does things a little differently. So I kept an
eye on Logan and Jordan and followed what they were doing. Of course,
this meant that I was looking at them for most of the service, and
having seen them naked the previous day I couldn’t help but picture
them naked. During the sermon, I let my mind wander to a fantasy of the
three of us sitting naked in the church pews, and when the sermon ended
discovered somewhat to my embarrassment that I was hard. Once again, I
hadn’t had time to take care of myself in the shower because we were in
a hurry.
Jordan glanced over and noticed the bulge in my
pants, then looked up at me with a wicked grin. I tried to discreetly
adjust myself, and managed to make it a little less obvious before the
service ended and Mr. Crowe introduced us to what seemed like everyone
else in the church as we left. Once we were out of church, it was a
very short walk to the O’Briens’ house, on a leafy street in the
historic downtown. Mrs. O’Brien told us to make ourselves comfortable
while she got lunch ready, and we all gathered in the O’Brien’s living
room. I ended up squished on a couch between Logan and Jordan.
“Enjoy the view?” Jordan asked in a whisper.
“Yeah,” I admitted sheepishly. He had clearly seen my erection, so there was no point in denying it.
“Cool.”
“You don’t mind?”
“No, Logan and I mess around all the time, don’t we, Logan?”
“Yeah,” Logan answered, “we can go up to my room after lunch and mess around if you want to.”
“Cool.”
Mrs. O’Brien came in and announced that lunch was served – chicken
salad, cornbread, and pimiento cheese. I was eager to finish so I could
get upstairs and see what Logan and Jordan had in store, but it turned
out that Mr. Crowe was a big talker. We had to sit politely for his
whole life story. He had grown up in North Carolina and then moved to
D.C. after college to work as a congressional aide, and then lobbyist,
where he married Mrs. Crowe, who had grown up in the area and then gone
to medical school at George Washington University. They’d made enough
money to move out to Jefferson Springs when Jesse was born, and took
advantage of the hot springs to introduce their sons to social nudity.
When the springs closed down a couple of years ago, they had joined the
O’Briens in purchasing membership in a naturist resort, but were now
eager to experience the newly clothing optional Jefferson Springs.
“I don’t know,” Jordan said diffidently, “I’ve never been naked in front of clothed people before. It might be weird.”
“You’ll get used to it,” his father assured him, “and I bet you could get Joel and Sean to go naked with you.”
I mumbled an unenthusiastic response, but Dad was more into it. “We live in one of the Residences at Jefferson Springs.”
“Oh, that time share?” Professor O’Brien asked, “that’s right off the ski slope, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir. We’re number 23.”
Mrs. O’Brien stood up and asked Logan and Gavin to clear the table. I
volunteered to help them, wanting to get upstairs as soon as possible.
When the last of the dishes had been cleared, the adults continued to
sit at the table and make small-talk, but we were excused on the
pretense that Logan wanted to show me his room.
I followed
Logan upstairs to his room and closed the door behind me. Logan and
Jordan were already undoing their belts. I kicked my shoes off, which
felt really good.
“Ahh...” I let out a little sigh of pleasure.
“Shoes bugging you?” Jordan asked.
“Yeah, I’m about to need a bigger size.”
“Or you could just join our barefoot bet,” Logan suggested. He had
already gotten his pants and underwear off and was unbuttoning his
shirt as I removed my socks.
“What is that bet?”
“Whoever is the first to put shoes on between now and the first day of school has to let the other fuck him in the ass.”
I was shocked at the casualness with which Logan announced that. “Have you guys done that before?”
“No,” Logan admitted, “I tried to make it with a girl last year, but
never got past second base. So I figure whether I win or lose I won’t
be starting sophomore year a virgin.”
“What if you both make it to the end of summer.”
“Then we sixty-nine each other on the last night of vacation and I keep trying to make it with a girl.”
By now fully nude, Logan got some towels from his closet and spread
them out on the floor while Jordan and I finished undressing.
“You ever do a circle jerk before?” Jordan asked.
“Yeah, with my swim team back in Florida.”
“A whole swim team? You’ve gotta tell us more, man.”
We sat in a small circle on the towels. I took Logan’s cock in my right
hand, he took Jordan’s, and Jordan took mine. We began stroking one
another as I told them about my prior experiences with the swim team.
Both the memories and the current situation were arousing, and I was
almost to the edge when I heard the door open.
“Hey!” Logan
shouted. I looked across the room to see Ethan standing wide-eyed in
the doorway, taking in the scene before him. In a split second, he
mentally calculated what was going on and decided to use it to his
advantage.
“I’m telling!” He ran off.
I jumped up
and dressed as fast as I could, rebuttoning my shirt as I ran
downstairs after Ethan, with Logan and Jordan in hot pursuit. It was
too late. By the time we got to the kitchen, Ethan had found Mom.
“Joel was in Logan’s room, and they were all naked, and they had their hands on each other’s wieners!”
Mom looked up, and I realized that it was obvious he was telling the
truth. I was clearly hot and bothered, and Logan and Jordan were both
still naked. Fortunately, it didn’t seem like Mom was mad at me.
“Did you knock on the door first?”
“Uh…no,” Ethan admitted.
“That was very rude of you,” I could tell from her tone that Ethan was
in trouble, and he could too, “and I know your father has spoken with
you about making fun of other people’s private parts and what they do
with them.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it. I
think you’ve earned a spanking, and since you violated Jordan and
Logan’s privacy, I think it’s only fair they get to see it.”
Mom got Dad, who seemed just as mad. With the three of us watching, he
took Ethan into the family room and pulled down his pants, before
removing his own belt and delivering swift justice to Ethan’s butt.
Logan seemed a little turned on by it, but I was just glad to be
vindicated – and glad it wasn’t me getting my butt warmed in front of
everybody. Ethan, of course, burst into tears, and the noise was enough
to bring Eric, Gavin, Jesse, and Sean downstairs. Eric and Sean had
both lost their shoes at some point, and Gavin was quite red-faced. It
looked like the four of them had been up to some variation of what I’d
been trying to do with Logan and Jordan.
“What’s all the commotion?” Sean asked.
“Your youngest brother was being punished for being rude about other people’s sex lives.”
“He was?”
“He walked in on Joel playing some kind of sex game with Logan and
Jordan and tried to tattle.” I felt my cheeks begin burning as Mom
nonchalantly announced what I’d been up to.
“Uh, that might be partially our fault,” Jesse admitted, “we thought the older boys might be up for it.”
“Well, I certainly don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, but
there is something wrong with Ethan being disrespectful, so I’m afraid
we’ll have to leave. Boys, go ahead and get the rest of your things.”
I went back upstairs to get my shoes, and after a rather awkward set of
goodbyes, I carried them back home with me. Mom and Dad sent Ethan to
his room as soon as we got home and called the rest of us into the
living room. Mom looked me in the eye.
“I’m sorry about the way Ethan behaved, and I’m sorry if he embarrassed you.”
“But,” Dad said, “I think he wouldn’t have thought it was something to
tattle about if we were all a little more open about sexuality. I
understand wanting privacy, but you don’t need to hide it from Ethan
that you’re sexually active.”
“He’ll tell everyone he meets,” Eric objected.
“So? Are you doing anything you should be ashamed of?”
“Well…we’re doing it with boys.”
“That’s nothing to be ashamed of. You know my friends and I did the same thing when I was your age.”
“Did you tell people about it?”
“No, but when you grow up and have children of your own you’ll learn to
appreciate the phrase ‘do as I say, not as I do.’ Now, go get changed
out of your church clothes and help your mother with the unpacking.”