chlorine and a multitude of shrieks and shouts of echoing delight. As usual it was very busy, as usual all the cubicles were taken, making it necessary to undress in a large back room of stacked metal boxes. Most of them were occupied by the clothes of other bathers. Scanning for a vacant box, following Rex, they rushed round, turned several corners through the metal maze ending up in a dead-end corridor when Rex shouted - "Over 'ere, 'eres some!" After a quick strip, clothes slung into a box and tatty suits donned, they were splashing away with many dozens of others.
Simeon was keen to show his friends that he could swim, swim fast and swim well. He boasted to Rex that he could swim underwater and was thrilled when ordered to prove it. He boasted about holding his breath underwater for more than a minute and again, with the Forresters counting, he scored more points of kudos and bathed in the glory of sweet success. After a while they were admiring the athletic feats of Rex skilfully bouncing off the high board, gracefully flying through space before spearing the water with a million bubbles. He did it over and over, standing proud on that board, massive confident grin, laughing, yelling for clearance, enjoying all the attention, pleased as punch sticking out firm, well formed shining wet pectorals over a rock solid abdomen. The twins were amused, Titch dismissed him as a 'show off' but Simeon - Simeon just watched and watched and watched ...
Ahead of his friends, Simeon decided to dry off and get dressed. He set out to navigate the box puzzle which was peaceful after the ongoing screaming row back in the main hall. He turned the corners, left and right and then left again, made one mistake but, eventually he recognised the cul-de-sac at the far end where they had left their clothes.
The sight which met Simeon's eyes was truly arresting. For a moment he stood frozen to take in and make sense of the scene before him. A big strapping well tanned youth was standing, naked, firm and confident, feet apart, hands on hips, strong and powerful, a la Henry VIII - but the kingdom of this stripling was of another time and another place. This was Big Boy - no less.
Big Boy was smiling with condescension at his one time servant. In two years of fast adolescent growth, the tyrant had filled out in all the right places and was magnificent. The mind-blowing scene was not just the vision of this Adonis, but the stunning eroticism due to his collection of conscientious acolytes. Possibly about seven puerile admiring attendants were busy, touching, tending and ministering. One appeared to be stroking the inside of his leg and one at the back was caressing his bottom. An urchin was doing something else back there in a dark recess and another in front was examining a nipple. His scrotum was being fondled by a fair haired youth and two lads nearer to his own stature were, in turn, giving their best efforts to the one place where it counts. Things had moved on since 1957, and Simeon, mesmerised, was unable to take his eyes off it. The acolytes, some with protruding tongues, some open mouthed, were uttering tiny sounds and sighs of wonderment and scrutiny along the lewd paths of their sensuous journey - but, as to be expected, the big sounds came at the end.
Several squeals of surprise came with a powerful ejection which passed over the heads of two workers. The only indication of this finality was a softening of Big Boy's arrogant smile. It dissolved into a countenance controlled by the ecstasy of that special one moment which had so often been fashioned by Simeon's own hand at Mundy Street Boys School.
Most impressive about this bizarre show to the voyeur was the total lack of fear or embarrassment. Simeon's arrival on the scene had not fazed any of them - why? Was
Simeon was keen to show his friends that he could swim, swim fast and swim well. He boasted to Rex that he could swim underwater and was thrilled when ordered to prove it. He boasted about holding his breath underwater for more than a minute and again, with the Forresters counting, he scored more points of kudos and bathed in the glory of sweet success. After a while they were admiring the athletic feats of Rex skilfully bouncing off the high board, gracefully flying through space before spearing the water with a million bubbles. He did it over and over, standing proud on that board, massive confident grin, laughing, yelling for clearance, enjoying all the attention, pleased as punch sticking out firm, well formed shining wet pectorals over a rock solid abdomen. The twins were amused, Titch dismissed him as a 'show off' but Simeon - Simeon just watched and watched and watched ...
Ahead of his friends, Simeon decided to dry off and get dressed. He set out to navigate the box puzzle which was peaceful after the ongoing screaming row back in the main hall. He turned the corners, left and right and then left again, made one mistake but, eventually he recognised the cul-de-sac at the far end where they had left their clothes.
The sight which met Simeon's eyes was truly arresting. For a moment he stood frozen to take in and make sense of the scene before him. A big strapping well tanned youth was standing, naked, firm and confident, feet apart, hands on hips, strong and powerful, a la Henry VIII - but the kingdom of this stripling was of another time and another place. This was Big Boy - no less.
Big Boy was smiling with condescension at his one time servant. In two years of fast adolescent growth, the tyrant had filled out in all the right places and was magnificent. The mind-blowing scene was not just the vision of this Adonis, but the stunning eroticism due to his collection of conscientious acolytes. Possibly about seven puerile admiring attendants were busy, touching, tending and ministering. One appeared to be stroking the inside of his leg and one at the back was caressing his bottom. An urchin was doing something else back there in a dark recess and another in front was examining a nipple. His scrotum was being fondled by a fair haired youth and two lads nearer to his own stature were, in turn, giving their best efforts to the one place where it counts. Things had moved on since 1957, and Simeon, mesmerised, was unable to take his eyes off it. The acolytes, some with protruding tongues, some open mouthed, were uttering tiny sounds and sighs of wonderment and scrutiny along the lewd paths of their sensuous journey - but, as to be expected, the big sounds came at the end.
Several squeals of surprise came with a powerful ejection which passed over the heads of two workers. The only indication of this finality was a softening of Big Boy's arrogant smile. It dissolved into a countenance controlled by the ecstasy of that special one moment which had so often been fashioned by Simeon's own hand at Mundy Street Boys School.
Most impressive about this bizarre show to the voyeur was the total lack of fear or embarrassment. Simeon's arrival on the scene had not fazed any of them - why? Was
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