Swimming Series

Swimming Fun

“Blade!” Milton couldn’t keep the exasperation out of his voice. He’d thought this remote corner of Vermont would keep Blade out of trouble. Naive, he chided himself. This boy could find trouble on an uninhabited island.

“We were trying to break the world record,” Blade said, water dripping off his hair and down his flushed face.

“For what? Sheer lunacy!”

“Skinny dipping. The record’s 400. We had 425.”

“How did you find all those people?” Milton asked wearily.

“The Green Mountain Boys’ mailing list.”

“You organized this as an official outing?!”

“Landon and I did, sir.” Blade’s grin was huge.

Swimming in the Buff

“Get that redheaded bastard!”

“Help! Save me!”

“Bro, this was your idea. You’re getting wet.”

“This isn’t fair. It’s freezing.”

“Strip, boy,” an oversized top with an impressive set of abs demanded.

“Do I know you?” Blade stammered. Shit! This guy was built, and he was ordering Blade to strip with an excited gleam in his eye, or maybe the gleam was wishful thinking on Blade’s part.

“Boy, didn’t I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Blade sputtered, feeling like a teenager begging for his first date.

“Now.”

Blade reached for his belt, praying the cold would mask his growing excitement.

Swim, Swam, Swum

“Moy Arbat, Moy Arbat--”

“Tilden, pozhaluysta.”

“Nu?”

“You’re singing; people will look at us.”

“Blade’s singing louder,” Tilden said, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Blade likes public lunacy.” Luke’s fingers hovered at his waist.

“Luke, stop being a weenie. It’s not like you’ve never seen a naked man before.” Mike made a grab for Luke’s jeans, sending them both tumbling into the weeds.

“Rebyata!”

“Oh, please! It’s summer break. They’re 425 naked asses out here,” Mike muttered, pulling Luke from the weeds and yanking his trousers down.

“Mike!” Luke slapped at his partner’s hand as he kicked to untangle his legs from his pants.

“It a wonderful lesson in the verbs of motions,” Tilden said with implacable calm as he stepped between them. “They’re running, jumping, swimming, carrying, and rolling. Uni-directional, multi-directional, past, present, and future. It’s perfect. We can practice the verbs with all their prefixes.”

“Nyet,” Luke and Mike shouted together. Luke grabbed for Tilden’s hand, forgetting his own nakedness as he dragged his partner toward the water. Nude swimming was better than the verbs of motion. Even nude swimming with 400 near strangers was better than the verbs of motion, and he liked Russian. 

After the Swim

“Shit,” Blade mumbled to himself as his ass grazed the sofa. Milton had done way too good of job with that paddle. The glimpse Blade had gotten of the damage in the mirror had been impressive, and the pain matched the color nicely.

“Smarting a bit, boy?”

Blade turned, feeling the flush on his face as his eyes landed on the top’s broad grin. He was heart stopping gorgeous, but unfortunately had the magical ability to turn Blade into a speechless nincompoop. 

“I take it Milton let you have it about this unauthorized party? You like that, don’t you, boy, lying bare assed over a strong man’s thighs, just waiting for the stroke of the paddle?”

Blade gulped. He was usually never short of words. Why did this guy make him unable to utter a single intelligible syllable?

“You don’t seem like the silent type. Do I scare you, boy?”

The god had moved closer. His hot breath scorched across Blade’s face. His body was nearly touching, only the space for the tiniest flying insect between the two of them. Stupidly, Blade stepped back. He wanted to step forward, feel those straining muscles against his skin, be touched by the hands that hung relaxed on powerful thighs.

“Kiddo, did I scare you?” A soft, gentle smiled graced those perfect lips, lips that Blade longed to feel against his skin. 

Blade gulped again. Is that all he was capable of doing?

“Speechless, my boy?” The tease was gentle; the god’s eyes were filled with humor. They flickered a bright, bright blue in his tanned face. The god reached out, his fingers trailing through Blade’s still damp hair. “Pity you're  Milton’s. He does have an eye for redheaded boys.”

“I’m not,” Blade gasped. He had wanted to shout, but he could only manage the sounds of a beached fish, lots of lip movement with almost no noise. 

“I saw him grab you; he spanked you.”

“I’m there on sufferance; I’m Sheldon’s brother,” Blade said in a flustered rush. “I’m looking.” Blade felt his face turn as red as his hair. Had he really said something that idiotic, that desperate?

“A blushing boy--beautiful.”

The man’s arms were around Blade, pulling him close in his powerful grasp. The lips were perfect against his forehead. If only they would go lower, they’d be greater than perfect.

The man, the god, lifted Blade’s chin. “I guess I should introduce myself before we go any further. I’m Ryan Fisher, and I’m looking too.”

This time the kiss wasn’t chaste. It was warm, demanding, and perfect.