On Midnight's Wings

On Midnight's Wings 3

By Patrik Razmuzzen

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Special thanks to the help from Hooked6 with the ending of this chapter. Enjoy!

ON MIDNIGHT'S WINGS – CHAPTER THREE

“Coming over?”

I had just picked up the phone, and it wasn't an invite Claire was giving me, it was an ultimatum. But that just made it more interesting!

“Ella made some new swimming trunks for you,” Claire went on, “and we have a guest pass to the sports centre, so you can model for us after Mark and I have out tennis lesson.”

“Are you sure I won't get into trouble?” I asked.

“You won't be naked,” Claire said. I could hear sniggering in the background – probably Ella.

But it didn't really answer my question.

I'd been to the sports hall a few times before and it was a really nice place, albeit a bit posh. It did have a good pool though, complete with sauna and jacuzzi.

I headed over and twenty minutes later we were pulling into the car park of the Country Club. They took me through reception and then handed me a plastic bag. “Okay Mark will join you later.. You can change yourself, seeing as we can't go in with you, and it's a bit too public here, but don't look at them until you're undressed. Ella will be in the cafe to watch you and Mark and I will be over after our tennis lesson.”

“I expect to see you out there in five minutes,” Ella added.

I nodded, nervously. Whatever I was holding was bound to be embarrassing and not the kind of thing I wanted to wear in a semi-public place. It was going to be something that wouldn't get me kicked out of the centre though, so I had that to reassure me.

The changing room was thankfully empty when I went in and undressed surprisingly quickly – more out of anticipation than anything else. Finally, once naked, I opened the bag.

The first thing I noticed about the thing was that it was yellow. Bright yellow. And a bit frilly. Not massively so, but it had small ruffles on both hips, not unlike the lower half of a girl's bikini, which is what I'm pretty sure it started off life as. It wasn't actually as bad as I expected, but then I put it on.

It was not only the lower half of a girl's bikini, it was of a bikini made for a girl a few years younger than me. I stood in front of a mirror and it was far lower cut than I expected – from the back you could clearly see either the upper half of my bottom, or the lower half if I pulled it up too far.

From the front it really accentuated my bulge.

Now, I was a reasonably athletic looking kid and I was a bit late growing public hair. I didn't really bother me too much, though, as I had slightly larger than average genitals. Claire later admitted to thinking that I shaved it off regularly and being surprised when she found out I was as well-developed without actually having grown any at all.

One way or the other, it was just as well – because if I'd had even a little pubic hair at the time, it would have been easily visible at the top of the yellow elastic. At the back, I shuddered to think how much of me was on view.

I rearranged myself one more time and headed out to the pool. Sure enough, Claire and Ella were sitting at a coffee table and talking to Angel, who I'd forgotten was a lifeguard there.

“Oh wow – they look even cuter than I imagined!” Ella said.

Claire just laughed. “I wouldn't get out of the water too fast if I was you. Turn around!”

I did a quick swirl. The ruffles floated up around the hips.

“Hmm... One more thing:” Ella turned me round so she was facing my back, grabbed the back of the trunks and wedged them straight up. If some of my bottom was on display before, it was all up for show now.

“Careful!” Claire said. “You'll rip them.”

“They're elastic, they can handle it,” Ella said as she slapped the barer part of my bottom. “Go on!”

I couldn't get into the water fast enough.

In fairness it was a nice enough swim, but a bit boring because I was on my own for most of the time as Claire went to her tennis lesson and Ella disappeared somewhere as well, but apart from a couple of old ladies and the occasional bodybuilder who got in, swam two or three laps and then got out again. I spent most of the time wading about in the deep area and chatting to Angel about life and how I was settling into the new area. She was really cool to talk to and relaxed, and helped me forget about the fact that I was wearing ridiculous swimwear. More so that the place being empty.

A different lifeguard come out to replace her a short while later while she went on her break so I just swam a few lengths back and forth. I really wanted to try out the jacuzzi, but that would have meant getting out of the pool and it was never really empty enough – there was always one or two people

Then I felt hands over my eyes. “Boo!”

“What? Who -”

“I can swim on my break!” Angel said. “No need to panic!”

“I wasn't panicking!” I replied. At least, not yet. Then I felt her hand on my hip.

"So how do you like the new swimwear?"

"It's a bit tight," I said. "Feels weird."

"They look good on you, though."

I could feel myself blushing a bit. "I'm a bit worried about someone seeing it and reporting it."

"Why? No one would care. As long as you're not swimming naked or being rude. Anyway, the only people who know are Laura and Tina over there, and they seem happy."

I looked over my shoulder and saw two girls giggling, but trying not to look obvious.

"But what if they told someone? I could get into real trouble if my parents found out."

"Then I'd have to call them and tell them that I'm the lifeguard and I didn't see anything offensive," Angel said. She leaned foreard "You need to relax more. And the first rule to relaxing is to know that someone's always looking out for you. We love these rules too, you know, and we don't want them to end."

He hand drifted across on to my bare tummy. I had to admit I was just a little bit worried. But it felt so nice – of all the people who touched me, she was by far the most wonderful. And then her fingers drifted with her tips brushing inside the already-low waistband of my pants. Within seconds I felt my dick starting to stiffen inside and it was actually a bit painful until Angel reached around and pulled it out completely.

“Wow,” she said, “someone's waking up!”

I just stood there paralysed. I wanted to do something to stop her, but I wanted her to keep going at the same time. Even if I'd been allowed to slap her hand away, I don't think I would have.

She reached under and started to caress my balls. Then a hand behind again, feeling my ass and my pants were down around my thighs and there was nothing between my genitals and the water.

“Stop!” I finally managed to say. “Someone will see.”

“They won't, no one can see underwater. Not unless they have the underwater security cameras switched on.”

“What?!”

“Joking. Relax.”

“Don't say things like that!”

Angel stepped away a little as a couple of women came out but went straight to the jacuzzi. As soon as their backs were turned, she continued. The short break felt amazing.

“Aren't you worried they'll say something?”

"Nope. And if they did, I'd just deny it. And you would too, if they asked you, so nothing would happen. It would just be a misunderstanding."

For the first time, I managed to let go and jus let her do what she wanted to do.

"Besides, I really like this," Angel said as she stroked my erection slowly. "And thank you for letting me do it to you."

"It's not like I have a choice!"

"Of course you have a choice. But you choose to let me. And not just because it makes you feel good..."

She pulled the pants down at the back, so that they were completely around my thighs and fondled my backside. Then I felt the warmth of her tummy on my back and her thighs against me bottom. For a few seconds I totally forgot where I was.

At least until I heard a splash, and Mark jumped in. I was almost happy to see him until I realised he was probably going to start doing the same thing. Instead, Angel pulled her hands back then pulled my trunks back up – surprisingly quickly, I recall – almost as if she was worried about Mark seeing something. The only problem, now that I was erect, there was no way of getting all of me into the suit. I had to swim, quite literally, with my dick hanging out of my pants and hope it went down on its own. Thank God there was no one else around!

But whatever Angel had done, there was no way it was going down. I tried thinking about other things, throwing a ball to Mark or just swimming, but all with an erection that wasn't going away. By the time Mark got out, I was starting to get worried.

“Eh... I'll see you in a minute – I just want to talk to Angel...”

“Sure.”

Angel, by that stage, was back at her position of lifeguard. She smiled at me as I swum towards her. “Help! I can't get out!”

“Why not?” she said looking down at me from her chair.

“My dick's still hard!”

“Really? Still?” she smiled. “Wow. I'm better at this that I thought I was. Come here.”

Slowly, I got out of the pool. I wasn't actually covering myself, but I was trying to use my body as a shield so that only Angel could see me.

“Hmm,” she said, hooking her thumbs into my pants. Then she looked around, muttered something I didn't hear and pulled the trunks right down to my ankles. I automatically stepped out of them, “There you go,” she said, handing to me. “They're off. You can go and change now.”

“Like this?”

“Like that,” she said, and, sounding like a true lifeguard she added, “walk back – no running around the pool area, please.”

“Someone might come out!”

“Then walk quickly. But don't run. And just act like it's normal.”

So, still holding the panties and with an erection bouncing in front of me, I was made to walk around the pool and to the dressing room. Every inch of my skin was turned on and every movement my penis made or when my balls swung it felt like a light touch. It was only when I was back in the shower room that I could relax. I kept going until I saw Mark getting dressed in the locker room and sat down.

“You can dry yourself,” he said, “but I still have to dress you!”

I grabbed my towel and as he suggested.

Mark made a show of getting dressed as slowly as possible so as to drag out my nudity. And needless to say, my erection never went away. In some way, I didn't want it to. I liked it. I couldn't help rub it every now and again, which didn't help. Part of me was resigned to going home with an erection, but at least I'd be dressed. In any case, the dressing room was pretty empty and this was a place where I could almost get away with it.

And besides, it felt so good. Better than ever before.

And then I heard a voice. Before I had a chance to reach, he was there.

“Bloody hell – fag-boy has gone full fag,” Walt said. Two friends of his stood beside him, one laughing, one not looking all that bothered. “Having a hard-on while watching your friend get dressed now?”

I instinctively covered myself, but it was too late – he'd seen it.

“This the fag boy you've been telling us about then?” one of his friends said.

Fag boy?! Walt had been talking to him about me? Who else had he told?

“Maybe we should throw in with girls?” one of his friends said. “Show him what he's missing out on!”

“No! Wait!” I yelled

Before I knew it, they were on me. Walt had my legs and his friends had my arms and then were dragging me towards the door. One of them went ahead and looked out into the corridor outside I tried screaming to stop them, but it was no use.

“Coast is clear!”

It happened very quickly, in the end. The door to the girls changing room was directly across from the boys, so it was easy for them to push me out through both doors in one go, and then there I was. Naked and with an erection in the girls changing room. And if I was caught in there and reported, the embarrassment would be the least of my problems: my parents would kill me.

I looked around. There was one woman there and a handful of girls. It was one of the girls who noticed me first. Instead of screaming, she just kind of laughed a little bit. “What are you doing in here? You lost?”

I turned to run, but she was too fast for me and caught my arm, pulling it away from my erection. Then the other girls started looking over, one by one until everyone except the woman had seen me. She had her back to us and was walking towards the showers., and it was just me and the girls.

I had to get out of there before she came back!

“I'm sorry,” I said, “I took the wrong turn and -”

“With that erection? I don't think so! Come on, show us.”

I pulled the arm she held back and clasped it to my groin again.

“Show us, or you're not getting back out!” the girl said.

I looked back to the shower, where the woman hadn't returned. If it sped things up, I might just get out of here.

Reluctantly, I pulled my hands away and revealed myself.

“Wow! It's bigger than I thought it was going to be!”

“And cuter!”

“Can we touch it?”

Before I could say yes or no, they were on me. At least three, maybe four hands on my penis and balls, inefficiently stroking and touching me. I pleaded with them to stop, but combined they were too strong for me.

“What is going on in here?”

I looked up – it was the lifeguard. Not Angel, the one who covered for her when she was on a break.

The girls left me alone and I fell backwards and into the wall.

The lifeguard threw me a towel and marched towards me as the girls fell back.

“I don't know,” one of the girls said, “he was just -”

“Leaving,” said the lifeguard. She took my by the shoulder and whispered something about covering me and led me to the door, but it was too late – I'd had enough. There was no way I was playing on if I was going to be bullied into positions where my parents would find out.

I marched back across to the boys changing room, where Mark was still waiting for me.

“I've had it with this crap,” I muttered as I started to get dressed.

I didn't say another word until I got home – I didn't even wait for them to give me a lift, but walking home wasn't easy with an erection that just refused to go down.

I was only in door when the phone rang.

“Derek?” Claire said. “I heard what happened - you ok?”

I said nothing.

“Look don't be upset – we sorted it out and everything's ok. Angel's going to deal with Walt so you don't be bullied again. I promise.”

I still said nothing.

“Look, you're going to your cousin's tomorrow for the weekend, right? Just chill out there and have fun and when you come back we'll talk, ok?”

“I don't know,” I said.

I could almost hear her smiling. “Look, it'll be okay. Just play on. Please?” For about fifteen seconds, neither of us said anything. “I need you to play again.”

I nodded. She couldn't see me, but she knew I was doing it.

I heard her laugh. “You are so amazing, you know that?” She laughed again. She almost sound relieved. “Have a great weekend and see you when you get back!”

The phone when dead before I got a chance to say goodbye. I put the phone down and headed up to my room.

Now all I had to do was to get rid of an erection I wasn't allowed to play with.

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