Inside, I smiled. I’d gotten him there … how embarrassing was that, I thought. Now, what to do with that, I wondered. Then I remembered something that was in my bag.
“Hmmm, Mark?” I said.
“Yeah?” he answered as he turned his head towards me again.
“You’d better get out of bed and clean up first, I think. I’ll shower after you.”
I knew he’d have to walk past my side of the bed to get to the bathroom. I rested my head on the pillow, waiting to see what he would do.
“Fuck,” I heard him say again, whispering.
I felt him move and stood beside the bed. He waited a second … let out a sigh … and then slowly started to move. I noticed that he had his underwear tucked under his balls. I’m sure he didn’t want them cummy and now he had to show it off.
He looked cute. It had a bit of a curve. I looked up and saw that his tummy was covered with cum. He must have cum quite hard. He didn’t look at me and I decided not to say anything. He quickly went into the shower and closed the door.
I got out of the bed and forced my dick a bit to one side as I too got hard now. I went to his bag and found what I wanted. I then got my own backpack out and took the item I was looking for out of it. I then put it in his bag and got back into bed. Just as I was getting back into bed, I noticed there was some of his cum on the headboard as well. He really must have had a big one.
I got back into the bed and just waited for his return. It didn’t take too long until he walked back into the room with his towel around his waist.
“So … you enjoyed that?” I asked.
“Yeah … it was quite nice and refreshing,” he replied … but the look on his face said it all. He knew what I meant.
“You going to go shower?” he asked.
I knew he wanted to see more of me.
“I will in a moment … but why don’t you get dressed first?”
He walked over to his bag and started to get his underwear, socks and t-shirt out. Then he stopped, looked in the bag again and scanned the room.
“You’re missing something, Mark?” I asked.
“Hmmm … well …” he stuttered … but he stopped when he saw the smile on my face.
“What are you up to. Jamey? Come on … what did you do with them?”
“What are you missing, Mark?” I asked.
“You know! What you have done with my trousers?”
“Oh, nothing. I’m sure there’s a pair in your bag, isn’t there?”
I saw the look on his face. I saw his hesitation.
“Sit on the bed beside me, Mark,” I ordered.
He came closer to me and sat down.
“You wanted to know what it felt like, didn’t you?” I asked.
He turned red while slowly realising what I was up to.
“Hmmm … yeah … maybe.”
“Well, I won’t tell anyone what you did this morning if you’ll do whatever I tell you to do over the next few hours. Rest assured, my demands will be light and easy … but enough to show you what Tom is experiencing.”
“Hmmm … you mean you want me to wear those trousers?”
“Yeah … I think you’d look good in them.”
“I don’t know.”
I’d seen that he had a pair of bright red briefs with him and they’d be a very good pairing with the trousers I chose for him.
“OK … but you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone.”
“No, I won’t … if you’re a good boy.”
I saw him blush again but his towel also protruded a bit more than it did a moment ago.
“OK … you get dressed while I’ll go have a shower,” I added.
I got out of bed but stood with my back to him. I moved into the shower and wondered if he’d be doing what I just asked him to do. I had a quick shower and got ready to go out quickly. I opened the bathroom door and was curious to see what he’d do.
He was sitting on the bed with a white t-shirt on and, of course, the white trousers I’d put in his bag.
He smiled. I went to my bag and took my stuff out. I turned around and got dressed. “So how does that feel?” I asked him.
“Like I’m five years younger,” he confessed.
“Good … that’s the idea.”
“Michel’s uncle will be here in five minutes. What will we say?”
“I don’t think saying anything is necessary, Mark. Just tell him you thought it’d be warmer outside.”
I saw him blush again.
“Are you sure you cleaned it all up?” I asked.
He looked at me. I could see that he didn’t know what I meant.
“The cum, I mean. I’m sure you don’t want Michel’s uncle to see any of it.”
He turned red and started to feel in his hair and then slowly he turned to the bed. “Damn!” he said. He got up and walked towards it.
I saw him take his towel to clean the headboard. Just before he started to wipe, I said, “Wait, Mark. I don’t think you need the towel … just lick it off.”
He looked at me in despair … let out a small sigh … and then bent over and started to lick it up. When he finished, I saw that his trousers were bulging a bit.
Good … hope you liked that,” I said.
Then there was a knock at the door.
Nothing happened during breakfast and then we drove off to the square overlooking the church. Michel’s uncle dropped us off and we started to look around. After a few minutes, we decided on a spot about 200 meters from the entrance to the church and sat down on a little wall.
“So what do we do now? Just sit here and wait?” Mark asked.
“Yeah, that’s the idea. We’ve got a soccer ball … we can play around later with that if we get bored.”
“Hmmm … sounds like a plan,” he said. “If we have to sit here a few hours, I’ll definitely get bored.
“Don’t worry … I’ll make sure you’re not,” I said with a leer.
It was very quiet for the first ten minutes … then slowly quite a few people arrived walking and a few cars drove up.
“Hmmm, Mark … I think it’s time to stand up now and face away from the church, OK?”
He looked at me. “Come on, Mark … do what you’re told.” He got up slowly and turned around.
“Ok … now open your zipper. Then you can sit back down again.”
He looked at me, then slowly lowered his zipper. He turned around and sat down.
“Just stretch your legs a bit and relax.”
He did as he was told and, with the tightness of the shorts, you could see some red cloth at the opening of his zipper.
“OK … we’ll leave you on display like that for now.”
We kept watching the cars arriving but most of the arrivals came as families. Quite large groups, mainly. There were a few pairs without kids that we saw and we put those licence plates down for checking later. Job done, I thought, although we’d wait until after the service was finished before we could go.
“Time to go and play around with the soccer ball for a while, Mark.”
We enjoyed ourselves for three quarters of an hour. It was time to have some more fun, I thought. I made a goal area with two sticks.
“OK … we’re going to have some fun now, Mark,” I said. “You’re going to shoot ten times on this madeshift goal and I’ll defend it.”
“OK … so what’s the catch?” he asked.
“You need to score at least six times or else you’ll be dropping your pants,” I said with a smile.
“Oh … you mean … here?”
“Yeah … here.”
He looked around. There were quite a few people walking around the square now … mostly with dogs but also some kids playing on the other side of the square in the playground.
“You can’t do that, Jamey. Please … couldn’t it be something else?”
“I’m not sure you’ll like my ‘something else,’ Mark. So it’s this or else ….”
I saw him think. “Yeah … stop it. I’ve done that with Tom before … I’m just coming up with something that is worse.”
“Get ready for it!” he warned.
He sounded convinced that he was going to do it.
“You play football a lot?” I asked him.
“Yeah … so I should be able to make it.”
He was right as the first two got in. He was shooting with his right foot, I noted.
The next one just went a bit too far over to one side. “Damn!” he said.
“Lose your right shoe,” I said in response.
He looked at me. “You mean ….”
“Yeah … I thought I was quite clear.”
He took off his shoe off and looked at the ball before attempting to shoot again.
“Not so sure any more?” I teased.
He did smile and started to prepare.
It seemed that shooting with his bare foot was not that easy as he couldn’t strike the ball firmly enough. His shot was easy for me to stop.
“OK … get rid of the sock on the right foot.”
He did it now without hesitation.
He waited a second before his fifth attempt and missed … two so far.
He used his left foot this time and, although it went just a bit too much to the left, I’m sure the next one would have gone in. He was getting used to my handicaps.
“Lose your left shoe,” I ordered.
“Oh … can’t I take off my t-shirt, Jamey?”.
“No, your shoe.”
He removed his shoe and used his right foot again on the next one … but again he didn’t shoot hard enough.
He got number six in. I deliberately didn’t stop his shot … I just wanted to make him feel a bit more secure. So the score was three in and three out. He was allowed one more miss. Number seven he missed.
“Not so easy, is it, Mark? Lose the other sock,” I demanded.
We had a few spectators watching us now, including a few kids.
He leaned closer to me now. “Please … can we stop this, Jamey? I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Oh … aren’t you looking forward to dropping your trousers soon?”
“No … definitely not. Look at those kids there.”
“I know, Mark. But, with Tom, I’m sure you would have gone through with it, wouldn’t you?”
He hesitated before he answered. “Yeah, I guess I would. He’d have been ….” He stopped mid-sentence and looked down at his crotch.
“Bugger! I’m hard too … just like him.”
“Yea and you are just nicely starting to show off your undies because of that, too.”
He looked down and blushed as now his crotch was showing quite a bit of his undies.
He went for number eight and again I made sure that he scored.
He only had to make two more. Let’s make him really horny, I thought. “Hey, Mark … just think next time before you bet anything. If you miss one more time, then those pants are gone.”
He looked at me, surprised, and then at the kids … as I was sure they’d heard what I just said.
“Oh … he’ll lose them then,” one of the kids yelled. “This might be fun.”
He got up for his ninth one and I allowed him score again. I was just a little too late to stop it but it was close.
He walked up to me again. “Please don’t do this,” he pleaded.
“Are you hard?” I asked him.
“Hmmm… yeah,” he said blushing.
“So you’re enjoying this, too, aren’t you, Mark?”
“I guess so,” he replied glumly.
“Well … one more time … make sure you miss and ….”
He walked back to the ball. I could see that he was nervous but his dick was now almost pointing through his zipper opening.
I knew better then to stop it. I didn’t really want him to lose his pants in public … just enjoy the anticipation of it.
He scored and started to walk around like he’d won a championship.
“Get dressed,” I said with a smile. “You were lucky.”
While Mark started putting his socks and shoes back on, the other kids moved away again.
When he started to adjust his trousers a bit, I said, “no … leave them.”
He blushed more fiercely. We walked back to our original place on the square. It appeared that we’d timed that right as, at that moment, we saw the first people coming out of the church. It hadn’t been as long a service as I thought it might have been. I sat with the ball in my hands and Mark was more or less still showing off his briefs … although he must have softened a bit as the opening had gotten smaller.
Most of the parishioners stayed outside of the church talking, while a few drove off. Kids started to gather around in little groups, too. I looked to see if I could see Tim but, not surprisingly, he wasn’t around.
I wanted to say something to Mark when I saw two boys walking towards us. Hmmm … this wasn’t what we had planned for. When they got close by the slightly taller one said, “Is that a soccer ball? Are you planning to play with it?”
“We might,” I answered.
I saw that one of them had spotted Mark’s open zipper. Bugger, I thought. Now what? “Can we play some ball with you?”
“Oh, yeah … we could if you want. But aren’t we too old?”
“We would be with the 6 of us … the other ones down there would come over to play as well.”
I looked over towards where he had pointed and saw that there were 2 older boys standing.
“Yeah … that could work … if your parents approve, of course.”
I saw that one of the boys hesitated a bit before he turned around. “Come on … let’s ask,” he said to the other boys.
As they walked away, I smiled at Mark and said, “Now this might be a surprising turn. You’d better zip up.”
“He saw, didn’t he?” he said while he closed his zipper.
“Yeah … and I think the two older ones standing down there did, too.” I looked at Mark. He looked up and saw that the two boys had a smile on their faces and it seemed that they were whispering something to each other.
I followed the boys. They talked with their parents and there was some arguing going on. I thought they wouldn’t approve but then one of the parents took a good long look at us and then nodded.
The boys waved at their friends and they started to walk towards us.
“So … can you play?” I asked as they got closer.
“Yeah,” the one who came up to us before said. “My name is John. This is my best friend, Paul, and these are our brothers, Saul and James. They’re shy, though.”
Yeah, yeah … shy and both gay, I suspected … but in the circumstances, not something you would say. “Hi, I’m Jamey! We’ve something in common.”
I could see that he was startled when I said that so I knew that my conclusion was right. “I too am named Jamey.” I followed up what I had started. I saw a bit of relief on his face then and a slight smile.
“So … 3 against 3. Either John or Paul will join our side … is that OK?”
Over the next 30 minutes we played and enjoyed a good match. I think both Mark and I noticed that Saul and James were a bit touchy feely whenever they could … but I just left them alone. One of the parents came over and we stopped playing and walked towards him.
“Time to go, guys. You’ve had enough fun for a Sunday.”
“Dad,” John pointed out. “It’s just some exercise … good for us.
“Yes, I know … but you need to think about God and respect His wishes. You’re overthinking your actions.”
“We know, Dad … we do. So just a 30 minutes break from God can’t be too bad.”
I saw that the father was considering what his sons had to say for a moment and then looked at me: “Hi, guys. Thanks for keeping them busy.”
“You’re welcome, sir,” I replied. “My name’s Jamey and this is my brother, Mark.”
“Ahhh … another Jamey … just to make it more difficult! Well … thanks but they have to go.”
“So … are you guys going to be here again next week?” John asked.
I knew we might not be … but, on the other hand, we’d made some connections. I thought about the best thing to say.
“We would ask our parents first … but if they’re OK with it … we could … yeah. Would that be OK with you, sir?” I asked John’s father.
I saw that Mark was surprised.
“Yeah … that would be OK. You might even want to join in on the service if you’re here a bit earlier.”
Oh, bugger! I thought that would really involve us deeply. I looked at Mark again. He nodded slightly. We knew both it would mean quite a commitment of time if we needed to be here every week … but, still, if that was the way to find Tim, we would.
“Yeah … we can ask that as well, sir.”
“So … see you next week then, John,” I added.
As the father turned around, that seemed to be that. When they reached he gather of the other parents, we caught some stares. I don’t think that the idea of more games was welcomed but somehow it changed during the conversation. There were more sympathetic looks at us. I think they were told that we might even join in the service before we played next time.
They slowly broke up to leave and the square returned to its normal routine of playing kids and people walking their dogs. I called Michel’s uncle to tell him that he could pick us up.
“So, guys … did you learn anything?”
“Well … there were about ten cars or so that drove in without kids … so that was helpful. We made a list of them so we can do some research.”
“Good … that sounds like a good start. Others can go from there next week.”
“rue … but we’ve got some more. We played some soccer with four of them for half an hour and they want us back next week.”
“Oh! You made some friends?”
“Well … we talked a bit with two of them and they looked like they wanted to know us.”
“They were just happy to play soccer!l” Mark contended.
“Maybe … but the other two were just happy to have us in their neighbourhood.”
“You’re sure they’re gay?” Mark asked.
“Yeah … they are … but they’re shy and deep in the closet,” I said. “And then there’s the fact that we’ve been invited into the church next time.”
“Oh … we need to talk with Karl about that. I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”
Michel’s uncle dropped us off. He told us that he or Karl would be in contact with us to tell us what to do next weekend. He thought that attending church might be a bit dangerous but also might help to get more information sooner.
I called William right after we got home and told him about what happened. I thought about giving Michel a call as well but I didn’t know a lot more so I wasn’t sure what I could tell him.