Tim at Swim Chapter 10 Part 1

HOLIDAY IN THE SUN

Joey woke me as we were descending into the dawn-lighted brown haze of the LA basin.
“You won’t notice this brown crap once you’re on the ground. Everybody’s too busy running their lives to worry about the shit they’re breathing.”
As we passed through the terminal, I noticed that a lot of people had time to notice me with open stares and glances. I was just wearing jeans and a tee-shirt and couldn’t figure why I got so many looks. Tim 276 Joey gave the cabbie an address on Doheny Drive in Beverly Hills. “It’s really West Hollywood,” he confided, “but everyone here is upwardly mobile.”
We drove past modest homes and commercial buildings that were unremarkable. The LA light made everything seem faded and mute, as New York had seemed grey and colorless, all compared to the white glare of South Florida. Joey pointed out a low building on a major corner as Doug’s club.
“What kinda club?”
“Rock n Roll, my man. What other kind is there?”
“Like the Whiskey a GoGo?”
‘You got it, except that’s up the street on the Strip.”
“Sunset Strip?”
“Yah, yah, yah. Ya gonna ask tourist questions all day?”
I shut up and soon we stopped in front of a large house, close to the street. Joey jumped out and soon returned with a twenty for the cab. We walked into the dark, cool house.
“Doug says we should first get some sleep, but let me show ya around. Want some OJ?”
We went into the kitchen and helped ourselves.
“Check out the backyard,” as Joey slid open a glass door to the patio and a large enclosed yard. There was a pool and Jacuzzi. Set away from the house, a large makeshift structure that looked like a Wild West Indian tee-pee. tim-712
“Check it out, man,” and Joey led me into a dark crash pad. I could hear the breathing of several sleeping boys, spread around the tee-pee.
“You have to sleep out here,” I asked.
“Naw, man. I got my own room. This is like the bullpen. Doug’s always bringing in new talent, ‘cept they’re more like steers than bulls.”
“I guess I’m in the Wild West.”
“Only in Doug’s fantasies. Com’n back to the house. We’ll crash there.”

He took me to a small room, with twin beds, promptly diving under the covers. He pointed me down the hall when I asked about the john. Returning, I jumped under the covers with him.
“I thought you were straight. What’ll Tina say?”
“You’ll always be my first love, Joey, and now you’re my pimp.”
Snuggling up to him, I went to sleep in seconds.

When I awoke and stretched, I first thought I was with Scott. Realizing it was Joey, I felt a twinge of missing Scott so much, but I had thrown off all the covers and my stirring woke Joey up.
“When ya gonna stop wearing those weird orange bikini’s?
“Speedos, man.”
“Well, I hope you’re not Swifty in bed. I promised Doug he’d get his money’s worth.”
“That old big thing of yours not working too quick? Failing to reach the old orgasm?” I teased.
“You boys aren’t planning to leave Uncle Doug out of the action?” an older man with long flowing hair asked from the doorway.
We jumped up with Joey’s huge dick swinging side to side.Tim 56
“Let’s see how you brothers compare.”
I stood there as Joey pulled my Speedo down. The teasing we had done had engorged the head of my dick, while the shaft still hung down.
“Jesus, Joey, he’s bigger than you. At least you can tell you’re peas from the same pod.”
“More like corn cobs or cucumbers, Doug.”
“Why don’t you cool it, while I get to know your brother better,” he motioned Joey out of the room.
With Joey gone, I felt ill at ease, but I decided to be positive and asked him about his club.
“Oh, we have to get you there tonight. A new band is playing, Motley Crew.”
“I haven’t heard of them. They sound English”
“You into rhythm and blues rock? You’ll like them. Crazy guitarist and crazy singer.”

He asked me how the adventure in New York had gone. I proceeded with a detailed account of the rescue of Tito, with expanded coverage of Joey’s role. I jumped up from the bed, waving my arms about, re-enacting the chase to the subway scene. Doug kept smiling at my exaggerated gestures. I had forgotten that I doing this pantomime in the nude. Tim 105 I observed that Doug was slight of build, with hair that was turning grey. It assured me that nothing was going to happen without my consent and approval.
“Now that you’ve cooled off, I can see that Joey is bigger than you,” he remarked, while staring at my relaxed cock, “but it’s plenty to be proud of.”
I turned red. I sat on the bed, chagrined at my antics. Tim 246
“So, do you love this Tina?”
“I don’t know. I love several people, including Joey; I was even in love with him for a while, but I got over that. Love seems to hurt a lot, especially, at the end. It makes sex better, but it always gets messed up for me. I knew I had to help Tina with her problem, but we’ve never made love. “
“Do you have to be in love to have sex?”
“Well, maybe that’s how I got messed up with Joey. We had sex, then I thought I was in love. I guess I was pretty immature at fourteen. He straightened it out for me.”
“How? I never thought of him as particularly straight.”
“We had so much sex one weekend that by the time my dick wore out, so had my feelings.”
“So, you’re not so immature at fifteen?”
“Actually, I’m sixteen now.”
“So, can you have sex without being in love?”
“Now?”
I had embarrassed him, so I quickly added, “Well, I came out here to have sex with you, to thank you for helping me.”
He looked at me with a smile. “I’m just trying to get to know you. You’re so natural. You don’t realize what an effect that has on people like me.”
“It seemed like everyone was staring at me at the airport.”
“Everyone in LA’s always on the make. Don’t lose your openness or you’ll become conceited.”
I didn’t quite understand his advice, so I jumped in the direction we were going.
“The answer to your question about love and sex is to go ahead and have sex, then see how we feel.”
He looked sharply at me, then leaned in and kissed me. His beard gave me a start, reminding me of being kissed by my grandfather as a little boy. I half expected to smell the tobacco from Granddad’s pipe that still lingered in Joey’s old room. Without my kissing back, he moved away, staring at me with amused attention.
“I guess we should take another tack. Put your suit back on and we’ll get into the Jacuzzi. I like the sweet, sour smell of adolescence, but you need a bath.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, quickly grabbing my Speedo from the floor. Tim 216 He smiled as I pulled it on over what was again a half hard-on.

We walked into the bright afternoon. Several boys were lounging by the pool, watching covertly as we turned on the hot tub. It was agonizingly hot but quickly turned comfortable. Doug proved adept at massage, and I soon was floating while he worked out the kinks in my neck, back, legs and feet. I sat in front of him as he continued to rub my back. While working my lower back, he stuck his thumbs in my suit and pulled it down. I moved closer to him, feeling his hard-on against my back. Moving up slightly and grabbing the tip of his dick with my butt, I let him gently enter me. Leaning forward, I felt his dick throb, so I started to squeeze rhythmically. His breathing came harder, and then he shuddered, while grasping me around my chest. Tim 473 It was so gentle and over so quickly, I hardly had gotten hard. He held me a few moments longer, and then withdrew. I missed his dick. Turning around, I saw his beaming smile as affirmation that it had been perfect.
“Do you want to get off, too?” he asked, caressing my hard-on.
“That was so nice. I’ll wait until next time.”
“You’re not required, you know. This takes care of the airfare.”
“I don’t want to think of it that way. I’ve never been screwed so gently.”
Then we kissed, with passion this time. Tim 80
“You’re a wonder,” he beamed
Getting out of the hot tub, I saw how long his dick was, amazed how easily I had taken it all. Several of the boys by the pool, clapped in appreciation of our performance, which made me turn red from the realization we had been watched. Doug roared at them, pointing to the tee-pee. They jumped up in what seemed like terror. Taking me with him, we followed them to the tee-pee.

Inside the six boys cowered in submission, as Doug went to a ceremonial chair. I sat at his feet. He took out a short bull whip and cracked it in the air. The boys jumped up and formed a dancing circle in front of us, whooping and crying out as Doug snapped the whip. The faster he cracked, the more manic the dance, with the boys beating themselves and each other, whirling around the room. Doug stood up and using the whip directly on the whirling group for the first time, cracked the lash on one of the dancers. The boy immediately fell to the floor, as Doug whipped him again and again, As soon as he stopped, the other boys rushed in and continued the beating with their hands and feet. Doug cracked the whip in the air. The boys grabbed the fallen boy, lifting him over their heads, and continued their circle dance in front of us. Again a whip cracked, and the boy was dumped at our feet. Doug sat in his chair, while two boys rushed to a chest by the door. An Indian Chief’s bonnet and a peace pipe were presented to him. As he took the pipe and began to fill a bowl (Marijuana I presumed), the headdress was lowered onto his head. Another boy fired up the bowl, as Doug took a deep drag. Leaning over the fallen boy, Doug exhaled the smoke into his lungs, as if giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. The pipe was passed to each boy, who in turn exhaled into the prone boy. I was the last in this ceremony. As I exhaled, I watched the boy’s confused, unfocused eyes. The drug hit my brain. He slyly winked at me, filling me with relief. Unlike the others, I took another hit from the pipe, jumped up and began my own improvised warrior’s dance.  The prone boy lifted himself up and began to dance with me. Doug and the other boys jumped up. Soon everyone was whooping and hollering around the teepee. Without a signal, they grabbed my arms and legs, and carried me over their heads. Out of the tee pee and into the pool I went, followed by all the others. I felt released into my own element and began doing somersaults in the deep end. The others sat on the side, watching my water antics. I felt like Flipper. tim-713 The excess energy drained, I did several laps of butterfly, and then stopped alongside Doug. Tim 66
He smiled at me and asked, “Have you ever heard of Burroughs’ Wild Boys?”
“Sounds like us.”
“He describes boys breathing life back into their dead companions through orange smoke.”
“I’m just a streak of orange in my Speedo.”
“Why that color.”
“Hurricanes, University of Miami; it’s our team color.”
“Man, the smoke, orange hurricanes, whirling dancers;” Doug thought out loud, “it all adds up to Burrough’s vision in ‘Wild Boys’.”
“Yeah, we’re pretty wild. Any more of that weed?”
“We just use it in the ceremony.”
“I thought it was more like bondage than a religious ceremony.”
“It’s enough to make even me religious,” Doug declared.

I laughed, and then dove back into the pool, doing easy laps. Tim 273 When I finished, Doug had brought out face paint and was drawing on the boys’ faces.”
“Dry off,” He told me. “I know just the design for you.”
I sat at his feet again. Taking black paint, he drew curved, vertical lines on each cheek. I wanted to see it in a mirror, but he kept me from going inside. We moved back into the tee pee, where Doug directed the boys to sit in a circle around me. He lit the pipe and passed it to me. Tim 91 As I started to take a hit, he had the six boys caress my legs, moving up to my crotch. As the smoke in my lungs went from my bloodstream to my brain, twelve hands converged on my dick and balls. I was already hard. Doug said to exhale in a circle, and as the smoke hit them, they fell prone on the floor. I took another hit, and Doug led me to the first prone boy, pushing me on top of him. My stiff dick slid between his butt cheeks, across the fine butt hairs. Doug turned the boy’s head and had me exhale the smoke into his mouth. His butt started to respond as the weed hit his brain. I wanted my dick slick enough to smoothly enter him. Doug led me to the second prone boy, where I was pushed on top, given another hit, and exhaled it into the writhing body beneath me. Again, Doug led me to the third prone boy, where I repeated the rite, but this time Doug was busy lubricating the first boy’s dick and guiding it into the asshole of the second boy. Doug pulled me off number three and prepared him to be fucked by rolling the two boys on their sides, lubricating the boy being fucked and moving the third boy beside him, so the three were all fucking.. Doug and I completed the rite on each boy, resulting in a pile of six boys fucking and being fucked. My dick was aching to thrust into one of the squirming asses. The first boy, who was the top of the pile, was about to climax. Doug positioned me behind him and I mounted him. Tim 90 My dick was being squeezed tightly by his throbbing ass while he shot his load into the second boy. The writhing pile continued to rock with a slow motion as we fucked in unison. The boy beneath me groaned and his limp dick slipped out of the boy beneath him. Doug pulled him out of the pile and I started fucking the second boy who was reaching his climax inside number three. From the various moans under me I knew several boys were about to orgasm simultaneously. Pulling the boy I was fucking to his knees which caused him to do the same to the one he was fucking, and everyone was soon in the doggie style position. Moving in and out, I felt in complete control of the fucking mass.Tim 79 Squeezing number two’s hard tits, he squealed in painful ecstasy. He straightened up and came into number three, who was taller with long brown hair. As that boy reached climax, I pulled his hair so he leaned back against me, thrusting his squirting dick into number four’s ass, who was riding like a cowboy on a bull. It seemed like he could last forever, as evidenced by the two underneath him coming and being pulled out by Doug. I grabbed his unattached dick, squeezing and stroking as I pumped him. Now he was the bull being ridden. I pulled out, turned him around, then lying on my back, and wrapped my legs around his waist.   He quickly understood, lifting my butt up so he could stick his throbbing dick into my ass.Tim 635 I loved the feeling of his fucking away at me without even seeing me; I turned his face toward me, looking into his blue eyes, as they became focused on me. We smiled at each other, an intimacy that turned a switch in his groin and soon he was squirting inside me, long, arching thrusts that hit deep inside my belly. By now the original boy had become hard again. Pushing aside the boy who had just fucked me, he grabbed my legs, and then knelt so his knees were under my butt. Pulling me down on his dick, he began to vigorously thrust his long thin dick into me. Tim 19 The others gathered around me, and as number one approached his second climax, they alternatively gave me head and masturbated my bulging cock. I felt the dick inside me thrust and explode. I thrust as deeply as possible and held steady. While his jism spurted, deep moans escaped my throat. With five hands on my straining dick, the cum flew into the air, huge gobs of it, five, six, seven times. Other hands reached to catch it before hitting the floor, licking it off their fingers and spreading it on each other’s bodies. As I looked up, two boys were working on Doug’s long dick, as he attempted to cum with us. Collapsing in a heap of overheated bodies, I fell asleep.

I awoke on a rug, surrounded by other sleeping boys. Doug was nowhere to be seen. It was still light outside, so I dove into the pool in an attempt to clear my head. Tim 320 As I swam slow, easy laps, the images of the last few days flickered through my thoughts, intermixing Miami, New York and LA memories. These memories did nothing to clear my head, which I blamed on the excess of pot I had smoked. Needing to regain my focus, I increased the effort I put into the swimming, I varied the individual strokes and soon was moving through the water like a sleek shark. My thoughts focused on the swimming, removing the adventures and weird feelings I had been going through. After thirty minutes of workout, I felt refreshed and more relaxed. As I pulled myself up onto the deck, I remembered that I was still nude. I went to the hot tub and retrieved my Speedo, where Doug had discarded it. Turning on the water jets, I jumped into the hot water and felt the heat revive my muscles. Tim 639

Appreciating the positive effects of working out, I rededicated myself to competitive swimming, vowing to be more dedicated once I returned home. Thoughts of home made me think about Scott and how distant we had become. I wanted to call him. I got out, shaking off the water until I was fairly dry. Nobody was stirring inside the house; Joey’s room was empty, and other rooms had closed doors. The study was open. I felt welcome enough to enter. Pictures of Doug with celebrities lined one wall. I smiled at one with him in short, dark hair and followed his transformation as hair styles changed over the past fifteen years. The other wall had pictures of young men, styled as the times changed, although these guys didn’t age. I wondered if he ever kept anyone long enough for them to get older, which led me to think about what it was like to be kept. The boys’ expressions all seemed the same, the flashy smile that showed each was trying to look his best, most often smiling at Doug. It must be hard to always have to please someone else. In most of my school and team pictures, I always looked so serious, rather than these pleasing smiles. The photo in the Miami Herald when Scott won the State Championship was an exception. We were so spontaneous in our excitement that our mouths were open, exposing two rows of teeth, instead of these set smiles with their clenched lips. Before I got too carried away with this analysis, I heard a polite cough behind me. Doug was at the door.
“Is it okay I was looking at your stuff?”
“See anyone cute?”
“They’re all cute, but kinda all in the same way. It’s like they’re all trying to please you.”
“Well, that’s okay with me.”
“Sure, but it makes them all look older than they really are.”
“You sure are different from your brother.”
“Joey’s really my cousin. We’re so close because I’m an only child. He tends to exaggerate.”
“I know. I expected to be a little disappointed after all he told me about you, but for once he couldn’t have said enough.”
“Thanks.”
“You seem calmer and more relaxed than earlier.”
“I worked out in the pool. It made me more focused. I was thinking about home and came in to look for you to see if it was okay to use the phone.”
“You want to call your folks?”
“No, just Scott. He’s my best friend. He lives with me, kinda like my boyfriend.” It was weird to say it to someone, for the first time.                        Bleach Ichigo 06
“Do you miss him?”
“Yeah, but we’ve grown apart lately. Everything’s been happening so fast. He’s the one I need to check in with.”
“Use the phone behind my desk. Is that swim suit still wet?”
“Naw. They dry off fast. Something to do with my high metabolism.”
“You want to be alone during your call?”
“No. We’re not that weird.”
He sat on the couch across from the desk, while I settled into the large leather chair and dialed Lydia’s number. I figured Scott would be there.
She answered after six rings.
“Hi Lydia. It’s me. What are you guys doing?”
“Oh, Tim. Nothing,” she sounded out of breath. “Just hanging out in my room.”
“You sound out of breath.”
“It’s just Scott giving me a bad time. He wouldn’t let me get the phone,” she squealed, as I could hear Scott in the background messing with her. “He’s being a jerk.”
“You guys need me around to keep him in line. Let me straighten him out.”
“Here he is.”
“Tim. What’s up? You still in New York?”
“No, LA. I got in yesterday.”
“LA, no way. Why’d you go there? Did you help Tina? How’s her brother?”
“We got that all settled. Everyone’s okay. I came out here with my cousin Joey. I told you before I left.”
“Man, you move fast.”
“What are you guys doing?”
“Nothing, just messing around.”
Oh well. He just didn’t want to be upfront with me.
“I miss you, Scott. I should be back tomorrow night. Can you get Steve to pick me up?”
“Sure. We miss you, too, man.”
“Say bye to Lydia for me. I’ll fill you guys in on everything when I get back.”
“Bye, man. I love you, Tim.”
I almost gasped in surprise. “I love you, too.” Tim 577
I hung up. Doug was laughing at the surprised look on my face. “You guys are cute, but who’s the girl?”
“Lydia’s his girlfriend. We used to all be just friends, but after I went for Tina, he went for her. I saw them fucking, but they don’t know I know. It’s kinda a wedge between us.”
“Makes you jealous when he’s with a girl?”
“Naw. We’ve fucked girls together. It’s that he won’t talk to me about her. I feel him moving away from me. It was great what he said. Thanks for letting me call.” The glow of happiness from hearing him say he loved me spread out from my stomach.
“I swear you look like you’re blushing.”
“Yeah, ain’t love grand?” I moved over to the couch and gave Doug a hug. Tristan04
“You’re pretty lovable yourself,” he said.
“You just like kids,” I kidded him.
“You know how that can be. Most kids are just into themselves.”
“You mean your ‘braves’ out there in the tee-pee?”
“They’re okay. I keep them out there, so I don’t get overly involved.”
“Not if you’re gonna whip and beat ‘em.”
“That’s just a game. They like some discipline.”
“Is that how they see it?”
“Who knows what they think.”
“What happened today was just typical for you?”
”That was incredible. You whipped them to new heights.”
“You were doing the whipping.”
“You had them pussy whipped.”
“More like butt whipped, or as we say, butt lust fever.”
“How do you keep your head on so straight”
“I don’t think I’m very straight.”
“Do you always have a snappy comeback to whatever anyone says?”
“We’re just having a bull session, Doug. I can relate to you.”                      Tristan09
“You want to stay in Hollywood? I’ll set you up.”
My response was automatic. “That’s cool, but I like my life as it is. I like being just a kid on a swim team. A jockhead.”
”You’re way smarter than that.”
“But I like that. You know how I feel about Scott. That call made me want to be there so badly.”
’You don’t have to make any decisions now. We’ll go out to eat, and then you can check out the club. There’s a lot here you can’t imagine without seeing it first.”
“Cool.”                                                      Tristan07

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