Copyright 2025 by James Breitbart, all rights reserved
[1,513 words]
* * * * *That night, I had a wet dream for the first time in years. I
had gotten them when I first started puberty, but Sean had explained
that if I masturbated before bed, I wouldn’t have to worry
about it. The trick had worked until I was left with blue balls by
Ethan’s interruption and then didn’t get a chance
to take a shower. I woke up with sticky pajama pants, and decided that
I’d sleep better if I just took them off. I got out of bed
and slid the wet pajamas down to my ankles, trying not to wake Sean up,
but the creaky floorboards betrayed me. He rolled over and turned on
the lamp.
“Joel?”
“Sorry,” I explained what had happened in a
whisper, and Sean was understanding.
“I guess you didn’t get the chance to cum this
afternoon.”
“No, did you?”
“Yeah, I jerked off with Jesse. He said he was going to come
over tomorrow. He’s got a car.”
“Cool.”
I turned over and went back to sleep until morning. Mom let us sleep
late this time, and by the time I got up and through the shower, Dad
had left for work and Eric and Ethan had finished their cereal and were
squabbling over the remote control.
I poured myself a bowl of cereal and was just finishing it when the
doorbell rang. Mom opened it and found Jesse Crowe standing on the
front porch, with a pickup truck parked in our driveway.
“Hi, is Sean busy?”
“Not today.” Mom called in the house for Sean, who
had been in the shower.
“Just a minute!” he called out.
I came to the door to say hello.
“We were gonna show Sean around town,” Jesse
explained, “You and Eric can come with if you ride in the
back with Jordan.”
“I suppose it’s alright if you don’t go
on the interstate,” Mom said.
“No, ma’am, we were just going to ride around town
and maybe back to my house.”
Sean emerged, wearing only a pair of shorts, and Jesse explained the
plan to him.
“Do I need a shirt?” Sean asked.
“Naw, we weren’t planning to meet the Queen of
England.”
“Cool,” Joel called back into the house,
“Hey, Eric? You wanna come see the town with us?”
“Sure!”
That alerted Ethan than something was going on, and he ran out to the
front door – stark naked. “Can I come?”
“I need you to stay here with me,” Mom informed
him, “you still have some unpacking to do that you
didn’t finish yesterday.”
With Ethan out of the way, the three of us followed Jesse out to his
truck. Jordan got out of the passenger seat to let Sean have it and
climbed into the bed of the truck, followed by me and Eric.
“How’d you get kicked out of the front?”
I teased.
“I think my brother has a crush on your brother,”
Jordan responded. It was an interesting statement – that
Jesse could go beyond ‘messing around’ and actually
form a romantic attraction to another boy, and that Jordan at least
would treat it as nonchalantly as he would if it had been a girl.
Eric looked over at me, as though trying to gauge my reaction.
“So does that make you his wingman?” I asked.
Jordan laughed. “Guess so.”
We started driving down the hill and noticed that cars were parked in
front of some of the other houses. “Do you know who those
are?” I asked Jordan.
“Time share people,” he responded, “they
kept the time shares running even when the hotel shut down. They run
Sunday to Sunday, so these people probably showed up yesterday
afternoon.”
We hung a left at a hospital where Jordan informed us his mother
worked, and found ourselves back in front of the
O’Brien’s house. Jesse honked the horn and Logan
and Gavin came out and got in the truck with us for a tour of Jefferson
Springs’ very limited downtown. In addition to St.
Peter’s, there were Catholic and Presbyterian churches, a
fire station, a bank, and three restaurants – a pizzeria, a
burger place, and a ‘café’ that Logan
informed me specialized in greasy eggs.
No one seemed bothered by the fact that we were in the bed of the
truck, and Logan, Jordan, and Gavin waved to some friends of theirs
that we passed on the street. Then Jordan tapped on the window for his
brother to stop.
“I just saw the Foleys,” he explained.
Jesse parked in front of a laundromat and we got out of the truck,
walking toward a family with three boys until the oldest of them
recognized Jordan and Logan.
“O’Brien, Crowe! Who are your friends?”
“These are the Meadows,” Jordan explained,
“Joel’s going out for the swim team next
year.”
“Hi,” I said to introduce myself, and the older boy
did the same.
“I’m Ed, and these two miscreants are Mitch and
Aaron. You guys just move here?”
“Yeah.”
“His Dad is the new manager for the resort,” Jordan
explained.
“Cool. Hey, do you think you could get us in the pool there?
They had practices and meets there before the place closed down.
It’d be great if we didn’t have to go all the way
out to Covington to practice.”
“I’ll talk to my Dad. You’re supposed to
have to buy a pass, but I might be able to get you in on
mine.”
“You know, it’s clothing optional now,”
Logan remarked.
“Yeah, I heard. Mitch is probably going to hang out there
just to ogle all the naked boys.”
“Shut up!” Mitch replied, but he was more teasing
than legitimately angry. We stood there on the sidewalk for a minute. I
introduced my brothers, and Ed told me more about the swim team, and
Jefferson Springs High School more generally. I told him that
I’d ask my dad about the practice facilities and get in touch
with him through Jordan. The Foleys’ mom came out of the bank
and called for them to get back in the car, and the rest of us got back
in Jesse’s truck.
We drove out of town, past the resort’s expansive golf
courses, then turned onto a country road that wound up the hillside.
Jesse turned into the driveway of the Crowes’ house, which
turned out to be a rather imposing two-story white structure in the
middle of a huge lawn.
“My parents are both at work,” Jordan said,
“so we have the house to ourselves. You smoke?”
“No,” I admitted, “swimming.”
“Right. Logan plays soccer, so I never have anyone to do it
with.”
“Invite Nate Kelley if you want to smoke so bad,”
Logan chided.
“Actually, we probably should. But for now, we can finish
what we started yesterday. Gavin and Eric, you guys can use the guest
bedroom.” Jordan led Gavin and Eric to a guest bedroom on the
first floor, and then led Logan and I up to his bedroom on the second
floor. The window overlooked yet more lawn, framing an expansive view
of the ridgeline, but I was more interested in the view inside than
outside. The three of us stripped naked, which took much less time in
shorts and t-shirts than it had in our church clothes, and got to work.
After cumming, we took the towels Jordan provided and cleaned ourselves
off in his bathroom. I asked the question that had been forming in my
mind since I’d gotten here.
“So, are people here, like, pretty cool about guy-on-guy
stuff?”
“Some are, some aren’t,” Jordan
explained. “A lot of naturists moved out here for the
springs, like my parents, but some of them have moved away in the past
couple of years. It’s definitely still more chill than, like
Covington or Lexington, but you still need to be careful.”
“Lucky for you,” Logan added, “we know
who’s cool and who isn’t.”
“So,” Jordan asked, “you guys want to get
your clothes on or just hang out naked?”
“I’m fine to stay naked until we have to
leave,” Logan responded.
“Do you hang out naked a lot?” I asked curiously.
“It’s actually a rule my parents have –
we have to be naked inside the house.”
“Does that apply to guests?”
“Depending on how well my parents know their parents. But
they aren’t home, so you’re fine if you want to put
your clothes back on.”
I shrugged. “I think my parents want me to be naked more
anyway.”
“Watch out for my dad,” Jordan said,
“he’s kind of an evangelist about the
‘Naked at Home’ rule.”
“Mine’s on a kick about that too.” I told
Jordan and Logan about the conversation with my parents after coming
home, and they opened up about their lives some. I got a rundown of
Jefferson Springs High – which students and teachers were
cool, and which I should avoid. We ended up back downstairs in the
family room, along with all the other guys. Everyone was naked, and no
one said anything. We all knew what the others had been up to.