Geeks

The week has stretched out for our gay gang, as they have waited for Saturday to arrive. Everyone has been invited back to Richie's house for a swim and another paint-ball battle. At last, the anticipated day has arrived. Sammy's little brother, Kyle, will fill us in on the particulars.

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Our terrific, warm weather had taken on a typical Fall chill overnight. We were all bundled up as Mom Howe dropped me, Scully, Mic and Jer at Trevor's place again. We got another invite from Trevor and Marc; this time it's supposed to be for a regulation paint-ball tournament. It seems that Trevor's Dad has set up some surprises up for us, according to Marc; but they won't tell us what they are. I'm assuming they have set up some barricades and other hiding places in our make-shift paint-ball field. You need to be able to duck and cover or you're just committing suicide out in the open.

Scully reached up and banged the door knocker while the rest of us stood around holding our equipment. (Not that equipment, smart alack!) There was the sound of bare feet slapping against tiles again; as the sound quickly approached the door I could hear Trevor's high pitched voice. "We have it, Maria." 

The door opened and once again we were greeted by the mansion duo in swim suits.

"Brrrr..." Marc exclaimed, "Get yer butts in here before my thingy freezes and falls off."

We all hustled through the doorway to prevent a lot of warm air from escaping, despite the thoughts of seeing if it would really fall off. 

"Scooter, Possum and Timmy are here already. They're in the pool. You fellows brought your suits didn't you?" Trevor announced.

We all raised our towel-wrapped bundles to show that we came prepared. Last time we swam in the nude, but I think Trevor's parents are home today.

"Follow us up to Richie's room," Marc quipped, "you can change up there."

We followed the boys up the broad, winding staircase and emerged onto a landing with two connecting hallways. The boys shot down the left-hand hallway, their feet quieter on the thickly carpeted floors. They pulled up in front of a set of ornately carved double doors half way down the hall and waited for us. We were all busy gawking, just like we did on our first visit here. None of us, except Marc, had seen the upstairs portion of this mansion yet. Of course Marc practically lives here, so none of this was new to him. But the four of us were staring at the expensive looking vases on the end tables and the oil paintings on the walls. The Hamiltons must have spent more money furnishing this hallway than my Mom spent on our whole house. I just gave appreciative whistles as we slowly walked towards the two boys. Marc had a grin on his face like a dog eating a cat-shit sandwich! He's obviously enjoying our reactions to the surroundings.

Scully was the first one to say anything. He stood looking at the carved, oak doors that must lead into Trevor's bedroom.

"Holy crap..." he said, "is every door in this house a double one? Some mighty fat people musta built this house!" He added with a grin.

"Nah..." Trevor answered, "you know how pretentious us rich people are, Scully. If we could figure out a way to make triple doors then this house would be covered with them. But they probably couldn't figure out how to hinge the middle one."

That's so cute. Trevor's making fun of his family's wealth. Usually he blushes and gets all defensive about it. But I think he feels pretty comfortable with all of us now.

"Okay guys, get yer eyes full of this," Marc said as he swung a door open for us.

We all quickly crowded in behind him, anxious to see what a rich kid's bedroom looks like.

"Holy SHIT!" We all exclaimed at once. This isn't a bedroom - it's a freaking kid's paradise! We all bumped into one another and came to a halt, staring wide-eyed at what was around us while Marc giggled like a maniac.

The room was the size of a small gymnasium - carpeted of course. There were more electronic arcade games along the walls than in the mall arcade. Towards the center, I saw a pool table, a foosball table, air-hockey, slap-hockey, skeeball and on and on! In one corner of the room theres a stuffed animal collection, complete with a giraffe whose head reaches what must be a twelve foot ceiling with a grizzly sized teddy bear propped up next to it. There were literally a couple hundred stuffed animals piled on the floor and on shelves around the room, with another dozen or so on top of the biggest bed I've ever seen in my life. Good God... we could all sleep in that thing and nobody would be crowded. 

I twisted around, craning my neck to take it all in. One walls got a HUGE flat panel television the size of a small theater, with enough couches around it to hold a dozen people, easy.

We finally broke out of our group huddle as everyone began to wander about. Paint-ball equipment, towels and bathing suits got tossed onto the bed as the guys quietly circulated around the room, touching stuff and "ohhing" and "ahhing". I feel like I've died and gone to good-boy heaven.

Trevor and Marc were sitting on one edge of Trevor's bed, grinning at us as we wandered around in our daze. Marc's still giggling from time to time.

"So, how the heck did ya get Timmy, Scooter and Possum outta this room to go swimming? I don't think I ever want to leave this room. In fact..." Jeremy asked as he looked over at Trevor, "I think I'm gonna butt fuck you and get you pregnant so that you have to marry me, Trev!"

Marc fell backwards, laughing like a hyena, while Trevor turned a brilliant red.

"Good luck, Jeremy," Marc chortled at him. "I haven't been able to get him to go that far yet - and I get to sleep with him! Snicker!"

"Anyway," Trevor said, "the twins and Timmy haven't seen my room yet. They wore their suits under their clothes and just stripped down at the pool." He quickly added "Hurry and change please. My father wants to greet all of my guests down at the pool."

Trevor looked towards Jeremy and Michael and said "Father especially wants to meet you two. He says he wants to thank you boys for making a man out of me!" Then he gave them a grin and a wink.

Marc rolled his eyes and smirked. "What Richie-Rich is trying to say is that his Dad is glad that he's shooting people now instead of playing hop-scotch with the neighbor girls. Ha, ha, ha! We've still got a long way to go to turn my little Ritchie into anybody's version of a man... chuckle!"

Trevor just grinned right back at his boyfriend. He knows that his personality is rather unique. I wouldn't call him campy or effeminate or anything - but he is rather a flamboyant type of a person. Trevor loves to wear wildly colored clothes and doesn't see a thing wrong with playing hop-scotch or jump-rope on the playground at school. Add to that his very pronounced British accent, and he stands out like a hand with five thumbs. The school's bully boys have learned to leave him alone because Timmy has warned them away from him. 

Timmy has become the guardian angel for a number of boys at our Middle School. He has two boyfriends of his own - Scooter and Possum Hughs. These little, red-headed twins seem to spend the majority of their time latched onto Timmy like ticks on a deer! 

Timmy is a black boy, and at age eleven is already built like a line-backer. He has muscles in places where I don't even have places yet. He doesn't try to hide his affection for the Hughs brothers either. I guess he figures that if you don't like it then you can just beat him up - and good luck in doing that! 

We all started stripping off our clothes and tossing them onto the bed. Theres not any shy boys here - shoot, we've already skinny dipped with one another a number of times. In no time there are four naked boys searching through towels to find swim suits. 

Trevor grinned while getting an eyeful and asked "So, where's Sammy and your brother at, Kyle? We heard that our plan worked and got those two back together. We thought they would be joining us today."

I looked over at him while sliding my suit on. "I spent the night at Scully's place, which left Tyson free to invite Sammy to spend the night. It was their first ever night together. And I've got a feeling they'll be sleeping in kind of late this morning... har, har, har... snort!"

Everyone started laughing, whistling and cheering! Marc, who is Sammy's little brother, chirped in with "Ya should've seen my brother for the last three days. He knew he was going to get to spend Friday night with Ty, and he was as nervous as a bride on her wedding night. He says they've only had the opportunity to give each other some kisses and do a bit of hand holding so far. All I had to do was say, 'Tyson', and wiggle my eyebrows at him. Oh my God... he would instantly become a nervous, blushing wreck. And so I did it just as often as I could... ha, ha, ha!"

"Awww... the poor baby!" Scully said. "You should cut Sammy some slack, Marc. We all like him a lot and are really happy that he and Kyle's brother have gotten together. Besides, Sammy is the biggest kid at Jeremy's school; so that gives them a Timmy of their own to guard their backs."

"Yeah..." Jer and Mic agreed together. Jeremy continued "Me and Mic are pretty careful about how we act towards one another at school. But you never know when someone might add two and two together and come up with 'queer'! But, Sammy has our backs now, and he's already put the fear of God into a few of our erstwhile bullies. The Jones brothers don't even say 'boo' to us anymore. In fact, I haven't had my books slapped outa my hands even once all week."

"Me either," Michael added. "In fact, guys are even starting to choose me in gym class for some of the games. I can't say I'm real thrilled about that, though. I haven't got the slightest idea what size bat to hit a football with... har, har, har... snort, snort!"

Everyone is finally dressed and heading out into the hallway, towels hanging over our shoulders. As we followed Trevor and Marc down the hallway, opposite the direction we came up in, Jeremy asked me "Will Sammy and Ty come over here later on, Kyle? We brought a paint-ball gun for Sammy. And we still have your brother's gun. With eleven of us we will have enough guys for two teams of five. The extra guy can referee - and we can take turns doing that."

"Oh yeah... they're coming all right. Sammy is so impressed with this house that he really, really wants my brother to see it. Besides, Tyson hasn't met most of these guys yet."

I hollered up ahead to Trevor. "Hey Trev. Has your Dad met Scooter and Possum yet? Have the boys been behaving?"

Trevor and Marc stopped in the middle of the hallway, wrapping their arms around one another as they started howling like monkeys. Evidently, Mr Hamilton had gotten an earful of the Hughs brothers' profanity already.

"Oh my God..." Marc quipped when he was able to stop laughing. "One of them already called the other a "ball-sucking, butt-sniffing , goat fucker" while Richie's Dad was in the pool... har, har, har!"

Most of us were now sitting on our butts right in the hallway, laughing our fool heads off. Yep... that's our red-headed twins alright! They are small and look like little angels. Only, when they get riled at one another, an hourly occurrence sometimes, they cuss like Satan! Actually, I think Satan could take lessons from these guys.

"So... so..." I tried to say around a mouth full of giggles, "yer Dad hasn't tossed them out on their ears yet, Trevor?"

"Gosh, no!" Trevor giggles back. "Father's eyebrows sprang up and he got a total look of surprise on his face - then he looked over at me and Marcus. I think he was trying to judge my reaction because he knows I'm very careful not to use foul language at any time."

"Haa... haa... haa," Marc bellows! "You guys know Richie-Rich wouldn't say the word "shit" if you were trying to force it down his mouth with a toilet plunger... haa, haa, haa!"

That kicked everybody else's laughter up another notch and most of us were nodding our heads in agreement. 

Trevor looked skeptically at Marc and replied "Of course I wouldn't say that word... you know that Marcus! Besides, talking while your mouth is full is rude!"

There were a few seconds of total silence as Trevor's remark sank in, then the hallway just totally erupted in laughter! Oh my God... my sides are starting to ache. Poor, little Trevor doesn't even know he's being funny! He figures he's just making perfectly good sense. 

Marc's face is turning purple from his convulsive laughter; he's weeping because he's laughing so hard! Trevor just stood there, hands on his hips, and gave him the evil eye. He knew that he is somehow the cause of all this merriment - but he's not sure just why. And he's starting to do a slow burn towards Marc.

Marc is no dummy, he's learned to read Trevor like a book and he knows exactly what he needs to do to keep peace. He forces himself to calm down and gives Trevor a wistful look. 

"I don't know how you can be so unbelievably witty and charming, Trevy. God, I wish I was just half as smart and witty as you." Marc said as he reached over and pulled Trevor into a tight hug.

Trevor just sighed, I think he knows he's being manipulated. But I truly think he would forgive his Marcus for almost anything. They gave each other a smooch and then Scully piped up again.

"So, what did your Dad say about the profanity pouring out of the twins, Trevor?"

"Well," Trevor replied, "he looked at me to see if I was offended and when I grinned at him he just grinned right back at me. I think he likes the idea that I am surrounding myself with some vulgar types - toughen me up, you know? And I get the feeling he really likes Possum and Scooter, and Timmy too." 

We were treading down a back stairwell that seemed to head right towards the indoor pool area. At the bottom we found more double doors - this time made of glass and giving a view of a group of splashing and playing boys.

We stepped through the doors on the heels of Marc and Trevor and I saw a man, about early forties, bouncing on the end of the low board. I figured right off that this must be Mister Hamilton. He seems to be in trim enough shape in his speedo briefs. The English and Europeans seem to favor this abbreviated swim wear, while our swimsuits seem to get baggier and baggier each year in America. It's just as well, I figure, cuz I don't think I'd be comfortable swimming in public in what is basically a colored jock-strap.

The man bounced into the air, did a perfect jack-knife, and sliced into the water with just barely a ripple. This guy is obviously athletic; something he probably wants his son to be as well. He swam over to the side of the pool near us, and climbed out.

"Hello, hello!" he exclaimed. "I'm Andrew... Trevors Father. But you chaps can call me Mister Hamilton... ha, ha, ha! Just a bit of humor - that. Actually, I know it makes young people uncomfortable to call their elders by first names. But Andrew, Andy or Mister Hamilton will work equally well. However, when you fellows are finally of drinking age... I expect you to call me Andy."

We hear Timmy pipe up from inside the pool "All right, ANDY! So trot out the liquor and let's all get on a first name basis!" This is said, of course, to the delight of the twins - one clinging to each side of him - who both start a giggling fit.

"Sorry, lads," Mister Hamilton responded. "I'm afraid you'll be sticking to lemonade... for today, anyway. Can't have you all liquored up on the paint-ball field now, can we?"

Listening to his father is just like hearing a deeper toned Trevor. The man's diction and pronunciation is perfect and he sounds just like old-school British. Not that I have any idea what the hell that's supposed to be, but I've heard it on television. At any rate, he doesn't exactly have a Bronx accent. He sounds like upper society; the way you would expect the master of this house to sound, I guess.

Trevor made the introductions, starting with Scully and me. We gave the man a firm handshake and told him we are pleased to meet him. Then, when Trevor introduced Michael and Jeremy, his Dad's eyes seemed to light up as he got a huge grin on his face.

"Well boys, I must say I am delighted to finally make your acquaintance. I can't tell you how happy I am to meet the boys who are doing such a remarkable job with young master Hamilton here. Jolly good that... and you have my gratitude. In fact, I have endeavored to turn that old riding arena into a first-class paint-ball field for you boys."

He looked over at Trevor and Marc and gave them a wink. "Plus," he added, "I think you'll find a surprise or two out there today." That was accompanied by a giggle from the two boys, obviously they were in on it.

Mic and Jer looked at one another with arched eyebrows, evidently trying to decide if the last remark is a good thing or a bad thing. But the elder Hamilton's good humor seemed to break the ice. This man is a captain of industry, so getting on the good side of some eleven and fourteen year-old boys is a cake walk for him.

"Trevor tells me that there are two more of you chaps yet to make an appearance. I'm afraid I'll have to meet them at a later date as I'll need to take my leave of you all right now. Missus Hamilton and myself have a number of company functions to attend to and will be gone until later in the evening. But, Maria will be here to see that order is kept and to prevent any serious damages... dear God, I hope... chuckle!"

Mister Hamilton gave us all a small wave and turned towards the doors we just entered from. As he started walking away from us, Trevor yelled out "Father... you forgot the overnighter!"

Mister Hamilton turned and announced, "Ah, yes! We have given Trevor permission to invite you all to spend the night if you wish. Of course, that is subject to your parents' approval. Maria has our cell phone numbers if your parents wish to discuss it with us. Well... ta, boys." 

He turned and headed through the doorway, his announcement met by resounding cheers and whistles. Spend the night? Hell, I want to spend the rest of my life here! I celebrate by grabbing my Scully boy and flinging us both into the pool.

"Kersplash!" When our heads resurfaced, we both hollered "YAHOO"! The rest of the guys were right behind us, leaping and cannon-balling into the water while screaming "Yes... yes," and "hurrah!"

It's definitely a happy group of kids that are cavorting about in the water. I feel a somewhat familiar "splat" on the back of my head, and see Scully's swimsuit drifting past me. I bet ten seconds don't go by before there are eight more pair of swimming suits flying out onto the decking.

Timmy got everyone's attention. "Listen, guys! Possum and Scooter can't swim: so don't anyone get the wise idea of throwing or pushing them into the pool! Anyone who does will get a thunk from yours truly!"

The twins lost their smiles when they hear this pronouncement. It's probably a bit of an embarrassment to have your friends discover that you can't swim at ten years of age.

"Hold on!" Trevor announced as he climbed out of the pool. His shiny, white butt waggled as he trotted towards an ornate-looking floor locker situated against one wall. He lifted the lid and pulled out two pair of bright fluorescent water wings. He closed the lid and then trotted over to the twins.

"Here you go, fellows. Slip these on your arms and pull them up as high as they will go. They will keep you floating so you don't have to hold onto the sides of the pool all the time."

The twins thanked him and slipped the inflated cuffs up their arms. Even though they were both at the shallow end of the pool, their toes just barely touched bottom to keep their noses above water. With the cuffs on they were floating with their entire heads above water.

"This is kool," one of them pronounced. 

"Heck yes," Timmy replied. "Now I can give you boys a bit of a swimming lesson. Thanks Richie."

The rest of us left Timmy and the twins to their own devices as we started up a game of Marco Polo in the deep end. My Scully-boy is "it" and I keep getting as close to him as I can without getting touched. I'm a heck of a swimmer, besides my longer reach is enough to keep me away from the Skull. 

Scully keeps yelling out "Marco," and we respond with "Polo". Well, most of us responded anyway. I looked around to see why I haven't heard anything from Michael or Jeremy for awhile. After a few seconds I found them, under the diving board. Jeremy's holding onto the board with both hands and Michael has himself wrapped around his boyfriend; face to face and snogging away like crazy. I waved at the other guys to get their attention and pointed to our lover duo. They're so wrapped up in each other that they don't even notice the absence of "Marcos" and "Polos" being cried out. With huge grins on our faces, we all quietly swam up to surround them. 

"Ahumm..." Marc said, breaking the silence, "do ya suppose they both have boners?"

This caused Michael to unlatch from Jeremy. I swear I heard a "popping" sound as the suction was released! He swiveled around to see us all surrounding them and grinning at them like Cub Scouts eating Brownies! Michael, of course, did his classic imitation of a red, neon light.

"Ahh... come on, guys," Jeremy moaned, "don't you guys have some game you can play in pairs?"

Well, my Mom didn't raise no dummy; I know perfectly well what he's hinting at. I looked over at Scully and gave him a huge grin. Now it's Scully's turn to do the neon light imitation. "Kyle Samuels," he said warily, "just what do you have going on in that naughty little mind of yours?"

Instead of answering, I just reached over and grabbed him by the wiener and slowly tugged him towards the side of the pool - he's definitely my favorite pull-toy! 

"Ow, ow, ow!" He half-whined as he followed me nice and docile. There are certain holds you can put on a person to make them cooperate quite nicely; it's a hold that would probably get you penalized in a wrestling match, however! But my opponent is grinning since I'm not being rough by any stretch of the imagination. Speaking of stretch, the pull-string on my toy seems to be thickening up; it's more like a pull-rope now!

I lead Scully to the edge of the pool, with him giggling like a school girl the whole time. The rest of the guys were giggling as well cuz they can pretty well visualize what's happening here. 

"Well then, Marcus..." I heard Trevor say, "I'll race you to the steps!" They were soon splashing away; Marc won the race quite easily, settling his bum onto one of the steps at the shallow end of the pool. Trevor quickly perched on his lap facing him, and they immediately started playing post office.

Out in the pool, Timmy had the twins floating on their backs with their legs scissoring through the water. Both boys are doing a pretty fair job of propelling themselves across the surface. Timmy is grinning at them (more like at their little periscopes sticking out of the water) and he is calling encouraging comments out to them. None of the three seemed to notice the fact that the rest of us have quieted down considerably. In fact, the splashing of their legs and Timmy's voice is all the sound that can be heard. 

Well, that is, until this loud, deep-toned voice announced "Holy Crap! That's what you guys were doing the first time I came over here! Don't you know any other games? Ha, ha, ha...chortle!"

I glanced up to see Sammy Smith and my brother, Tyson, standing at the pool's edge.

Scooter and Possum squealed and ducked their bodies under the water. They'd never met either one of these guys before; Sammy looks enough like a grown-up that they figured they're in trouble for skinny dipping.

My brother was glowing bright red as he stood there next to Sammy. I think he figures he's just caught us all in some pretty compromising positions and is probably embarrassed for us. What he doesn't realize is that we've all been making out in front of each other for weeks now. But my brother has only been out of the closet for about a week and hasn't been around any gay people - well, except for Scully and me kissing in front of him. He's clearly uncomfortable, and probably thinks Sammy is being rude by saying what he did.

Jeremy doesn't help him a bit, as he yelled out "Hey Ty... how's it feel knowing we've all seen Sammy's weiner before you did? Har, har, har... snort, snort!"

All the boys erupted in laughter; my poor brother went from bright red to some shade of purple. Sammy is just braying like a donkey. "Yeah," he responded, "but you guys didn't get to touch it! He does!" That kicked the laughter up another notch and changed Ty's complexion from purple into the indigo range.

"You dork, Sammy!" Ty said as he shoved Sammy over the edge of the pool - clothes and all! With arms pin-wheeling to try to keep his balance, Sammy landed "splat" on his stomach.

Of course none of us found any amusement in that. Like hell we didn't! The place erupts! Sammy is spluttering and the rest of us sound like dogs barking in a kennel. 

Everyone hollers "way to go Tyson," and, "right on dude!" My brother's complexion began toning down a bit as he stood there with a self-satisfied grin on his face.

"Hell Ty... what ya do that for?" Sammy asks, still sputtering. 

"Duh..." Jeremy replied sarcastically. "You just let everyone know that Ty played with your peter last night... fool!"

A dim light of comprehension dawned on Sammy's face. He got a contrite look and quickly swam to the side of the pool next to Ty.

"I'm sorry, Ty, honest! You know my jaw can work without being connected to my brain."

Looking like a drowned puppy, Sammy stared up at my brother with his lower lip stuck out. Tyson just shook his head and grinned at him. "Well, considering what these guys were all doing with each other when we walked in, I guess I don't have to feel real embarrassed." Ty said.

Sammy, being forgiven, gave Ty a big grin in return and reached up his hand for help in getting out of the pool. When Ty reached down to grab the offered hand, Sammy gave a big yank and jerked Tyson into the pool with him.

"Kersplash!" Now it was Tyson's turn to sputter and gasp. Sammy reached over and hauled Ty alongside him, pulling Ty into a huge lip-lock before he had a chance to say anything. I swear to God, it lasted at least thirty seconds; Ty didn't try to pull away or anything. In the meantime, Scooter and Possum used their arm floats to make their way down into the deep end with the rest of us. 

Ty and Sammy didn't break their lip hold until one of the twins pointed at them and said "Who the fuck are these guys, anyway? And how come they're suckin' tongues in your pool, Trevor?" The twins had obviously been so preoccupied by their swim lessons that they hadn't noticed that the rest of us had all been sucking face just a few minutes ago.

Sammy and Ty's eyeballs grew as big as saucers when they heard this little pip-squeak talking like a truck driver. Then they noticed that there are actually two of them, floating side by side and wearing children's water wings. The twins are both ten but look closer to eight, which made their language seem more shocking. 

The other twin piped up with "You guys can't wear yer clothes in the pool. Get yer asses out and strip like the rest of us! Skinny dipping only... fools!"

Now Sammy and Ty's jaws were hanging open - partly because of what they just heard and partly because the rest of us are laughing our butts off. I swear to God, those little buggers either have no fear or no common sense. Not even Timmy could protect them from a guy Sammy's size if they were to get him riled.

Now, the only way you can tell these munchkins apart is by a small scar on Scooter's forehead. That's how I know it's him when he dog paddled over to Sammy. Scooter actually put his little freckled nose right up to Sammy's and told him "Look, Godzilla... ya heard my brother! Either strip off them duds or start cluckin' like a chicken! And don't make me have to kick yer ass!"

Scooter was having trouble keeping a straight face; he's grinning into Sammy's face with their noses still touching. Sammy let out a "whoosh" of air and started braying like a donkey! He has that same, deep-throated laugh that Timmy has, and now him and Ty are finally laughing along with the rest of us.

"Yes, sir..." Sammy responded. "I guess me and Ty will just get our asses out of the pool and strip then... sir!" 

Scooter looked back at the rest of us, pretty pleased at the tough-guy show he just put on for our benefit. He and his brother are giggling like crazy. Then Scooter turned back to Sammy as Sammy is preparing to haul himself out of the pool. 

"Who the hell are you guys! You look like grownups. How the hell come we ain't ever seen ya before? How'd ya get so damn big? How'd ya..."

Sammy's was out of the pool by then. He reached a hand underneath Scooter's armpit and one-handed him right up into the air! 

Scooter was dangling there, two feet above the water, as he realized what could happen. "Hey... hey... hey! Put me down, ya big, fuckin' gorilla!"

Sammy just grinned at him and then looked over to the rest of us. "I don't know about you guys... but if I were a fisherman, I'd just have to toss this one back in!" 

"No... NO! Don't drop me in the water!" Scooter began trying to swing his legs over towards the decking, the only problem was that he was being held a couple feet higher than he could reach. It was pretty obvious he's panicking about the thought of being dropped into the deep end. Sammy took pity on Scooter and lowered him down to the decking with a grin. 

All this time the rest of us have been laughing so darn hard we're in danger of drowning. If I weren't clinging to the side of the pool, I'd be doing my laughing at the bottom. Even Timmy is doing his usual braying. I think he could sense that someone as big as Sammy wasn't going to do anything to hurt one of his little pip-squeaks. 

The rest of us started climbing out of the pool and surrounded the three boys. All except for Possum that is, who hasn't enough upper arm strength to heave himself over the edge; Timmy saw his problem and reached down to help lift him out. 

It's pretty obvious to Sammy and Ty now that we're all naked as Jay birds; I guess thats why they don't seem to have any problem with stripping off their wet clothes in front of us. While they were getting out of their soaked clothes, I figured that introductions were in order.

"Hey Ty... the two monsters who just kicked you outta the pool are Scooter and Possum Hughes, and this big black dude is Timmy. The three of them are kind of a trio."

Ty reached a hand towards Timmy; Timmy squeezed my brother's wrist and then bumped his knuckles against the back of Ty's hand. You know, my poor brother is such a dweeb; he only learned how to give a high-five a couple of weeks ago. I grinned at his confusion and continued.

"And this guy is our host. This is Trevor Michael Hamilton, also known as Richie-Rich."

Trevor reached over and offered a proper hand shake; much to Ty's relief. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tyson. You and Kyle have a strong family resemblance."

Ty grinned at him and nodded; he then looked over towards Marc and pointed at him. "Then, I guess you would be Marc... Sammy's brother... right?" Ty said as he gave Marc a big smile.

Marc grinned back and said "Yeah... I guess I can claim him, since you seem to like the big pecker-head!"

Sammy was down to his boxers by now; he pushed them down to his feet and then kicked them towards Marc. "Pecker-head, eh? You just wish you had this pecker-head, little bro!" Sammy announced as he swung his hips back and forth, causing that big shlong of his to start slapping his waist! 

Scooter and Possum's eyes practically bugged out of their little heads! "Holy Shit!" Possum exclaimed. "No wonder you bray like a donkey! You gotta donkey cock!"

"All right, guys..." Timmy responded a bit huffily, "put yer tongues back into yer mouths. I don't think Sammy's gonna let you guys play Tarzan and swing on his vine!"

"Hell, no!" Sammy said, "I got my Tarzan right here!" He reached over and wrapped an arm around Ty, who was in the process of slipping one leg out of his wet Levies when Sammy grabbed him. Now he's perched on one leg like a crane.

"Cheeta..." Ty giggled, "let Tarzan go! Him need to finish stripping. Bad monkey!"

Sammy giggled at Ty's comment as he let Ty get back to slipping out of his clothes.

Meanwhile, Scooter and Possum wandered back over to Timmy and latched onto their big buddy's hands. I think they could tell he was a little put out by their obvious stares at Sammy's attributes. "It's okay, Timmy," Scooter says, "you're still our Tarzan." To make their point, the boys hunched over and started doing monkey hoots and making monkey faces.

"Hey, Timmy," Sammy hollered out, "feed em yer banana! That oughta shut em up!" 

That got us all roaring! Poor Scooter and Possum are blushing as red as their freckles; it seems that just the offer of Timmy's banana was enough to shut them up. The three of them looked at each other and then the twins put their hands up to their faces, giggling with embarrassment. Obviously they haven't quite got their nerve up yet to try peeling Timmy's banana, which has Timmy braying like a donkey again.

Tyson trotted to the edge and threw himself into the water with a shout. You should see the smile on my brother's face. He has never felt like he fit in anywhere before, and it puts a lump in my throat to see him acting so happy. I jumped in right next to him and gave him a big hug.

He smilingly returned the hug, "What's that for little brother?" 

"I'm just happy you're here Ty. And I'm happy you and Sammy are together." I managed to respond before we were inundated by a huge splash right next to us. 

Sammy's head popped up out of the water, complete with grin. "Good thing you guys are brothers, or I would be jealous right now."

The three of us were suddenly deluged by splashes around us as the rest of the troop jumped into the pool; all except for Scooter and Possum, who ran towards the shallow end before jumping in. But they both threw themselves into the water, confident that their water wings will support them. 

I felt someone wrap his arms around me and push himself against my back; seconds later Skull's cute head was snuggling against my own. Sammy responded to seeing this by pulling Ty in close for a hug. Soon everyone is paired off once again, involved in their own one-on-one activities; the only sounds to be heard are the red-headed twins whooping it up with Timmy at the other end of the pool.

There is just something about bobbing about in the water with your arms wrapped around someone special; if that someone happens to be naked... all the more special! I do hear the occasional giggle around me - of course some of the giggles were coming from me or Scully too.

A few minutes later we heard the voice of Trevor's servant, Maria, coming over the intercom. "I am bringing some hot dogs to the sun room for you and your guests, Señor Trevor. It is lunch time."

Trevor hollered out "Okay, Maria. Thank you!" Then he turned to the rest of us and said "Well, everyone, I guess we better find our swim suits so we don't embarrass poor Maria."

Maria had still been listening, as the intercom replied "Are you niños naked again? Madre mía!" 

Her response causes all of us to giggle as we climb from the pool. Scooter and Possum immediately rushed towards their suits, squealing because some grown-up knows they are naked and she is obviously coming in their direction. Timmy managed to get to their suits before they did; he grabbed them and proceeded to hold them up over their heads.

"Gimme that, gimme that!" Possum squeaked. "That lady is coming, Timmy!" He has a look of pure panic on his face; despite their bravado, the twins are still pretty shy about certain stuff. Being seen naked by a lady definitely isn't high on their list of things to do. 

Timmy relented and handed the boys their suits. By this time though, the rest of us had put our suits on. Marc decided to have a little fun with the boys, so he said "Oh, there you are. Hi Maria!"

There were two squeals as the twins became a couple of red-headed blurs, throwing themselves into the pool - into the deep end! Luckily, their floats bobbed them right back up to the surface. But their suits, forgotten for the moment, were floating away with the ripples on the surface of the pool. The twins glanced around, trying to see who Marc was talking to. Shortly they realized there was no one else in the pool area but us boys.

"Marc... ya shit head! That wasn't fair!" they chorused.

Of course that has the rest of us howling as we watched the twins paddle over to their suits. They decide to put them on while in the comparative safety of the water; still mumbling and grumbling about a joke they don't find funny at all. Once they had their butts safely covered with their suits, they start to giggle along with the rest of us. 

Both Sammy and Timmy reached a hand down to help the boys out of the pool as the rest of us began following Richie towards the solarium doors. In no time we were all in the same room we ate lunch in last weekend. Everyone gathered around the tables and found a seat; making it just in time as a rather hefty, short lady pushed a loaded cart through the door.

"Here you go, niños. There are hot dogs and buns and whatever you like to put on them. I have brought chips and lemonade too." Maria announced.

She pushed the cart towards the center of the tables, causing a mad dash in her direction. You think there might be a few hungry boys here? She managed to escape before being trampled; her sacrifice acknowledged by the chorus of 'thank you' from the horde. Once at a safe distance, she watched and giggled at what must have looked like a pack of hyenas feeding on a carcass. She then pointed towards the Hughes twins. "It's too bad you got dressed so quickly. I'll bet those two have very cute backsides!" She commented with a chuckle.

Since the twins were now appropriately attired, they just grinned back at her. Scooter turned and gave her a butt wiggle, causing Maria to chuckle as she turned and left the room.

I turned my attention back to the food. Wow... she brought dishes of chili, salsa, and everything under the sun to put on the hot dogs. There's lots of it too; there seems to be enough for everyone to have three or four apiece. (Most of us do too; can't waste good food now!) It didn't take long before everyone had stuffed themselves to capacity. We finally sat back, just sipping our lemonade, nibbling on some chips and digesting the big lunch. Trevor was the first one to speak up since the feeding frenzy started.

"So, fellows, everyone up for a paint-ball battle? Or, since you are all spending the night, we could go up to my room and play some games. We always have tomorrow to play paint-ball."

Jeremy shrugged his shoulders. "We have to get our paint-ball stuff from your room anyway, Richie. It might be a good idea to do a little digesting while playing some easier games than paint-ball. It'll be warmer outside in an hour or two anyway."

There doesn't seem to be any disagreement as we all file out towards the pool door. We headed towards the back stairs up to Richie's room, the same ones we came down.

"Say, Richie," Michael asked, "what did your Dad mean by we'll find a surprise or two on the paint-ball field?" 

Marc and Trevor looked at each other with wide grins on their faces. "Well now, Michael - I guess you'll just have to wait and see. A surprise is a surprise after all!" they replied as they both started giggling again.

Hmmm... I suppose he's right. We'll just have to wait and see. But I recall how Mic, Jer and Scully managed to scare the crap out of those two, and the twins as well, when we had our first paint-ball war. I think there might be some comeuppance in store for the geeky boys.

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In the next chapter, the big sleep-over! And, of course, the second epic paint-ball battle. I wonder what Trevor's father has helped the two boys dream up in the way of surprises? 

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