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Part 1 - Boys and girls coming out to play. No sex. Stripping. Caressing. Exploration. Tickling.- General fun and frolics.

"Bloody poof!" snarled Gary as he watched Adam waltz away between the two girls.

"yeah well, I guess they know he's safe" replied Mark whistfully.

A growl grew in Gary's throat as Adam looked back at the two boys and winked. 

"C'mon" encouraged Mark "let's go get a coke."

The pair huddled around the beach railings watching the bikini clad girls playing in the sand and water.

"It's just not right" complained Gary "we get accused of being gay just because we go to boarding school and then, when some real ponce shows up he gets the girls anyway!"

Mark laughed. "Brighton has not been kind to us mate. Maybe we'll do better at my place next time. Drink up, we better be getting back to start packing anyway."

The conversation continued as the boys packed up their belongings in the room that they had shared all summer. The subject changed, of course, whenever Gary's mother popped in with more clothes or helpful suggestions, but the bottom line was a distinct lack of progress with the female of the species throughout the summer. A true catastrophe for two 13 year old boys who would have no tales of conquest to share in the dormitory over the coming weeks.

The drive back to school the following Monday was quiet and uneventful. Conversation was restricted to parentally safe topics, horseplay was minimal and the two hour drive slipped into history.

The relative quiet of the Bentley was replaced by the usual hubbub of boys of varying ages dashing around the school courtyard ferrying bags and belongings to their various rooms. Parents milled about with staff trying not to look too out of place and being eternally grateful when the time came for them to say their goodbyes.

Mark and Gary were not unusual in their partnership. The nature of the families involved with such a prestigious boys school were such that many were often unavailable for holiday periods and "exchange" visits were often planned months in advance. The only periodic difficulty was that boys of that age do have a tendency to fall out over comparatively trivial matters, resulting in frantic last minute attempts at substitutions or, more often, gloomy grumpy teenagers during holiday periods.

Here Mark and Gary did differ. The very occasional cross word was soon put behind them and they had been inseparable ever since their parents introduced them shortly before they were due to start at St Josephs.

Parents gone and bags mainly unpacked the boys stood shoulder to shoulder in the main hall for the evening assembly. New staff members were introduced, rules were reminded and hymns were muddled through before the boys were released for the evening meal.
The dining arrangements were rigid. The boys sat at tables according to their year group. Most of the staff sat at the head of the hall and a few patrolled the gaps between the tables reminding the boys of the need for decent table manners should any have forgotten how to behave during the long summer break.

The small dormitories were also arranged by year group, although the layout was almost identical from floor to floor.

The accommodation block was modern and built behind the ancient edifice of the main school. There was a wide two storey corridor leading to the block at one end and fire escapes at the other. The fire escapes were never to be used other than in an emergency and were alarmed accordingly.

Thus as the students entered their respective accommodation hall they had a staff room to their right and a small kitchenette on their left. The hall continued with the dormitory suites on either side. At the far end of the hall were a common room and the bathrooms.  

The dormitories were built for four. There were no more than 6 to a floor and that automatically restricted the maximum numbers of pupils in each year group. Rarely was the school completely full.

This term Mark and Gary had a room to themselves although they were warned of another student likely to join after Christmas and who would be billeted with them. 

Food over the boys gathered in the common room to swap tales and catch up before heading off for bed around 9.00. The policy was in your room by 9.30 and lights out at 10.00.

The boys soon relaxed back into the routine. Sure enough the gossip in the common room was of who did what with whom and how far they had got with that whom. Mark and Gary, along with a number of others in the room, had little to offer their fellows.

It was a few weeks later that Mark first voiced his idea.

The boys were lying in the darkness on a Tuesday evening. 

"Gary - you awake?" he whispered

"No" came the giggled reply

"I have an idea" Mark went on.

"Great! About what?"

"Girls" said Mark. He heard his friend shift in his bed and pictured him propping himself up on one elbow.

"It better be a good one then" said Gary

"Well" started his friend "I've been thinking about Adam"

Gary almost choked "You what. Are you turning gay?"

"Shhhh!" hissed Mark "The girls trust him because they know he isn't a problem."

"Yeah so?"

"So why don't we pretend to be gay?"

"You have to be fuckin joking" snapped Gary "How will that help us get girls?"

"It might help us get close to girls and then, well, you never know."

"Yeah and I'll be a laughing stock for years to come - no thanks" hissed Gary as he flopped back onto his back in the bed. "Goodnight brainstorm!"

A few days later Mark tried again.

"We don't have to say that we're gay."

Gary looked at him with an element of disgust but Mark continued.

"Well, everybody assumes that we might be `cos we go to a boys school and we're always together. If we just let them think that a bit longer......I mean, what could be the harm?"

"Jeez Mark, Brighton is full of queers. If I get that kind of rep I'll never live it down."

"Uh-huh" whispered his friend "so we try it out at my place - we're going there for Christmas."

Silence.

"You think it will work?" Gary finally asked.

"Dunno but it's not a bad idea." Replied Mark

"Maybe - let's think about it."

Nothing more was said that night or for many nights to come. Every now and then Mark would recognise Gary's thinking face but he knew better than to try and persuade his friend further. He simply waited.

A few days before the Christmas break the thinking stopped.
"We don't have to kiss or anything do we?" asked Gary in the darkness.

"What... oh no - course we don't" answered Mark as he caught up with his friends train of thought.

"Well I suppose we could give it a go - as long as we don't have to tell anybody that we're.... you know, queer or anything."

Silence enveloped the room once more.

The following week the boys were alone in their shared room at Mark's home.

"We're invited to the Pearson's tonight Gaz. Ready for plan gay boy?"

"Shut upppp!" snapped Gary "I ain't no gay boy"

Mark laughed "Ok then we'll call it operation tit grab."

Both boys chuckled loudly.

"Will there be many girls there?" asked Gary hopefully.

"Hopefully. Usually the Pearson's invite all the local families. The adults gather in one room and the kids are shoved off somewhere else."

A little after 7.00 that evening the boys and Mark's parents were ushered into the hall of the Pearson's house.

Mr Pearson made a few small attempts at conversation with the boys and then called one of his sons down to herd them to the appointed venue.

It was only a short walk but during that time Pearson junior had made several quips about boys boarding schools and had no argumentative response. Gary had whispered to his friend that Pearson junior might get a kick up the arse but nothing more.

The boys were introduced to the gathered thong of teens and pre-teens and then promptly deserted.

They stood, side by side and silent as the whispers and giggles reverberated around the room. Eyes sought them out, washed over them and danced away. Still they stood alone in a crowded room.

A boy of about 15 marched towards them. "So is it true then? Do all you boarders share the same bed?"

Laughter rippled around his audience. Gary went red and Mark managed to smile briefly. They said nothing.

The boy studied them a moment longer, snorted and turned back to his assembled cronies.

Mark and Gary spent a further two hours standing or sitting apart from the rest of the group. They chatted quietly between themselves and were grateful when they were called to go home.

The air in their room that night was less than peaceful.

"I should never have listened to you Mark!" snapped Gary "You made me look a complete idiot. No don't say anything. Goodnight!"

When Gary awoke the next morning Mark had already got up, dressed and slipped out of the room.

Gary sat up in his bed and thought about the previous evening. His anger rose, fell and was rising again when Mark came back in.

"Jesus Mark" Gary began

Mark held up his hand and Gary gave way.

"Just had a phone call from somebody called Sophie."

Gary took renewed interest.

"It seems that she and a few of her friends felt that we treated rather badly last night and wanted to apologise." He held up his hand again to silence the inevitable interruption "It also seems that she would like us to join her and a couple of friends for some Christmas shopping this afternoon. You up for it Gary?" Mark smiled

"Christmas shopping?"

"C'mon Gaz, this is the start. Once we're in and trusted who knows what might happen."

That afternoon the boys managed to persuade Mark's mother to drop them into town and they made their way to the appointed meeting spot outside of McDonalds. It was scant moments before a collection of barely recognisable faces rushed up and surrounded the boys. They were led away into McDonalds and seated in a booth as the girls rushed around gathering food and drinks before settling down.

Sophie was the first to properly introduce herself. She was 14 with dark hair and brown eyes. She wore a fitted leather jacket over a plain white tee shirt with jeans and trainers.

Alison was 13 and, apparently cousin to Sophie. She was also dark haired but had hazel eyes. Her jeans and trainers were surmounted by a fleece sweatshirt and a plain wool coat which she wore open. Despite her youth it was apparent that her chest was reasonably well developed judging from the way in which her sweatshirt bulged.

Karen was a Pearson and gushed her apologies for the way the boys had been treated. Marked waved them away and she announced that she was 14, 5' 4", and 34, 24, 32 which had everybody in stitches. When she added that the boys probably weren't interested they fell about some more.

The final member of the gang was Helen. Helen was the traditional blue eyed blond. She was tall and leggy with no apparent upper body development. Despite that her movement captured the attention of every male old enough to recognise pure joy and she revelled in the attention.
Helen claimed to be 13, though Sophie added a "nearly" and Helen admitted to being sister to the loud mouthed 15 year old from the previous evening.

Introductions made the girls dragged Gary and Mark off to the shops. Clothes shops of course.

"What do you think" asked Alison as she burst out of the changing room in her third outfit.

Gary was still thinking about the way in which her breasts had threatened to break loose from the previous change and said whistfully "I think you made a bigger impact in the blue velvet."

"Naughty boy!" snapped Sophie "He's right though, the blue certainly made headlines of your ..... assets!"

Much giggling ensued and the boys found themselves dragged through the lingerie section where the girls took turns to hold their choice of underwear in front of them for the boys to comment on.

Somehow the boys managed to keep their comments neutral enough to be sexy and suggestive without breaking their cover and the fun continued throughout the afternoon.

At the end Sophie looked to her female companions, received discreet nods, and slipped a piece of paper into Mark's hand.

"That's my address. It's not far from Karen's place so you should be able to walk it. Say 11.00 tomorrow morning for coffee and cakes."

And they were gone like Cinderella at midnight. A flash of coats and nervous giggles. 

The boys looked at each other and smiled.

The boys arrived promptly at 11.00. It wasn't difficult, they had been waiting around the corner for 15 minutes having arrived early and now stood shoulder to shoulder as Sophie answered the bell.

Once inside they found the same company of angels, accepted tea instead of coffee and ate cake whilst trying not to stare.

Without outside clothing the girls looked somewhat more distracting. The fact that they giggled and touched the boys as much as each other made it doubly difficult but the boys endured.

As the noise level rose Sophie's mother put her head around the door, reminded them that her father was trying to work and suggested that they go up to her bedroom.

Moments later the group were tramping up the stairs.

"Doesn't your mother worry about you having boys in your bedroom?" asked Mark in a whisper

A gaggle of giggles erupted around him.

"You are sweet" exclaimed Sophie "I explained about you and Gary and she was fine about it."

Gary and Mark blushed in unison, achieving yet more "oohs" and "ahhs" as they did so.

"Whose going first" asked Sophie as she flopped onto the bed alongside a startled Gary.

"I will" announced Alison, grabbing a carrier bag and heading through a door at the side of the room.

"Where's she going?" asked Gary rather pitifully.

"She's off to change silly. We don't know you well enough to change in here do we?" replied Sophie and then seeing the confusion continued on "we thought we'd get together and show off what we bought yesterday is all."

"I didn't notice anybody buy very much" said Mark

"Well maybe you guys need some shopping lessons from us gals then" quipped Helen to more laughter.

Pretty soon Alison shouted that she was ready and the room sank to a respectful silence.

The door opened and in she came.

She wore the blue velvet dress. With it she had matching heels and white silk stockings or tights, Mark couldn't work out which, though his mind raced in the attempt.

A simple string of pearls dragged his eyes, and everybody else's, back to her throat and then slowly down the pale flesh to her generous cleavage. 

The girls all looked at the boys.

"That" said Mark trying to recover his composure and his gay demeanour "is simply delightful. What do you think Gary?"

Mark wasn't certain that Gary had caught his tone but his friend didn't disappoint as he allowed his mouth to drop dramatically before whispering "a vision, a true vision, enough to turn a young boys head"

"You two are just too much" said Alison "just too naughty."

"Well" said Mark thoughtfully "If I'm already too naughty I may as well ask the burning question...." He left it hanging in the air

Alison rolled her eyes "Yes I am wearing a bra - boys honestly!"

"That wasn't the question" whispered Mark and then when all eyes turned to him "tights or stockings?"

The room collapsed.

"Is that how a boy thinks?" chimed Karen

"It's how this boy thinks" replied Mark with a grin.

"What do you think girls" asked Alison

"Go on - I dare you" responded Helen.

Alison turned sideways to the group, pushed one leg out and slowly hoisted her dress. The velvet material crept slowly up the white silk as the dress rose higher and higher before giving way to a band of light blue ribbon and then pale flesh.

"Well" she asked "do my dress critics approve?"

"Milady" said Gary rising and performing an elaborate mock bow "you have made the perfect choice."

And thus the scene was set. The morning passed in a haze of costume changes upon which the boys were invited to comment. Where comments suggested changes the girls borrowed and swapped to achieve the results the boys suggested and by mid afternoon the boys were hailed as fashion heroes. The accolade was confirmed during multiple telephone conversations the following morning when Sophie confirmed that the boy that she had her eye on had been taken with the outfit she wore to last nights party and had spent all evening fawning over her.

The boys in their turn, tried to conjure suitable phrases or nuances that might both convey a cheeky sexual overtone and still maintain their heterosexual innocence. They weren't entirely successful but for many days their gaffs were simply accepted as being that little bit of boy left within rather than as any kind of threat.

And so came Christmas and a break from the girls.

The following Saturday Helen's brother opened the door to the boys.

"What do you want?" he growled.

"er, Helen invited us round" replied Mark a little unsteadily.

The boy thought for a moment before turning his head slightly so that he maintained eye contact with Mark as he shouted for his sister.

Helen appeared in an instant. "You're not being horrible again Steve are you?"

"I'm going out" he replied "I guess you'll be safe with these two."

He pushed past the boys and stormed down the path.

"Boys" hissed Helen and then "No not you two, come on in and forget the big lout."

The boys followed the shapely almost 13 year old into the lounge where she flopped down on the sofa and beckoned to the boys to grab seats too.

"Slight change of plans" she announced. "Family stuff I suppose but Sophie can't make it, Karen won't be here until about 2.30 and Ali might not be here until closer to 5.00"

"You should have called us" said Gary

"Naw, the folks are out shopping and my big bro isn't much company, I figured we could hang out for a few hours huh. C'mon, I'll show you my room."

It was pink. It was very pink.

"cool huh!" the blonde girl gushed.

The  boys made appreciative noises without actually saying very much.

Helen through herself onto the bed and rolled over onto her back. She wore tight hipster jeans and a white halter top which rode up as her arms arrived at their destination under her head. The taut flesh of her stomach seemed particularly inviting. The boys looked at each other ad then back at the girl.

"What?" she asked

"Tickle fight" announced Mark

and as Helen squealed her mock protest the boys dived to either side of her. Each one holding one arm out of the way whilst attacking the bare flesh of her ribs  and sating "tickle tickle tickle" as they did so.

The squeals got louder as their hands moved up her ribcage in unison and even louder as the material of her top slipped past the bottom of the slight rise of flesh which evidenced where breast might one day grow. The smile grew too and showed no signs of abating when one after the other her nipples pinged into view.

Somehow, despite the nipple arrivals the boys managed to concentrate on the tickling and climbed to her armpits to drive yet more squeals from the now bare chested girl. The hands were on automatic pilot though, both sets of eyes were fixed on the dark erect nipples.

"I think we should tickle her properly" said Mark

"Whatever" hissed Gary

Mark looked around, focused on her bathrobe hanging behind the door and leaving Gary to control both arms sprang across the room for it. He was back in seconds and endured plainly mock protests as he bound Helen's wrists before securing them to the headboard. The boys stood to either side of the bed then and briefly the room fell quiet.

Mark could almost see the tickertape of thoughts behind her eyes.

"Tied up, topless, two boys. Tied up, topless, two boys. Tied up........"

He signalled to Gary and two full pairs of hands attacked the tickle prisoner. Squeals replaced thoughts and then altered to "tied up, topless, two boys who don't care"

"Top of the thighs" shouted Mark above the squeals.

"What" came the shouted response from Gary.

"Top of the thighs are the most ticklish place" his friend assured him as his hands reached for the girls jeans.

"No Guys. Hey stop. No Listen." The panting girl managed.

The boys stopped to look at her.

"I'm having fun and all but you mustn't undo my jeans....ok?"

"But we can tickle you if we don't undo your jeans?" queried Mark Even around the top of your thighs?"

The blond grinned "I'll get you back you know - when the others arrive."

"Tickle her Gaz" commanded Mark as he moved around to the foot of the bed.

Helen was already barefoot. "That makes it easier" he thought as he grabbed the bottom of each trouser leg.

"Keep tickling mate" he said as he pulled sharply.

"NOOOOO!" wailed Helen "I said you couldn't"

"You said" relied Mark as the denim slipped off her buttocks "that I couldn't undo your jeans but I could tickle your thighs." He stopped pulling the denim. "That is what you said isn't it?"

"That's not fair" giggled the girl "you tricked me" she giggled some more and Mark reapplied his pressure on her jeans.

They were soon off and the boys stood together at the end of the bed each holding one ankle.

Their prize giggled a little nervously as their eyes travelled from her eyes, to her smile, to the halter top rucked up beneath her chin and on down to the slight swell of her breasts and the dark firm points of her nipples. Down past the firm abdomen to the brief white thong that was the last vestige of clothing covering her innocence.

"You swines" she hissed in mock venom "unhand me or I shall call the police!"

"I think" said Mark to his friend "That this young vixen needs more tickling. I think" he went on over her delighted squeals "that we start with her feet and then move up her legs to those delightful creamy thighs."

She wriggled of course, not too hard and certainly not hard enough to discourage her "attackers" but sure enough they tickled their way all the way up to that plain white thong. They dragged her legs open and taking a side each they tickled that most delicate of areas just below the material. Helen made no attempt to close her legs, not even when the boys allowed a hand each to travel upwards to her abdomen. She did make a mandatory giggle every now and then but it was almost entirely pretence by that time and the gasp was one of fulfilled expectation when first one and then both nipples were gently "tickled".

She closed her eyes as hands caressed the front of her thong and when her hands were untied and the boys helped her to her feet she happily rested between them. She obligingly lifted her arms as her top was finally removed and she stood stock still as she was deprived of her thong.

No pretence of tickling was needed now. The boys fondled her nipples and her mound and her firm buttocks as she stood between them.

"You're not gay are you?" she hissed as Mark finally penetrated her with his forefinger.

"that milady" he replied "can be our little secret"

Helen giggled and the giggle rippled through her body. Even as she allowed her hands to seek out the boys crotches the piercing shout of her brother filled the room.

"Are the bum boys still here Helen?"

There was a rush to clothe her, at least in part. The jeans were tugged on over her nakedness and her top was hastily dragged back into place before she stumbled shakily out onto the landing.

"Be nice Steve - they're just leaving."

Taking their cue and not asking for any promises the boys moved past her, down the stair and let themselves out of the front door.

They were halfway home before they spoke and then the first few sentences were a rush of excited unintelligible babble.

"Do you think she'll tell?" asked Gary

"Who - her parents, her brother? No I don't think so."

"What about the others?"

"I hope not" replied Mark "If she does we're as good as dead."

End Part 1



