The Other Side of Midnight 5

The Other Side of Midnight – Chapter 5

By Patrik Razmuzzen

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Every Saturday afternoon, when I was a kid, I went shopping with my Mum and Dad. Normally, I was okay with the shopping but I hated the routine. That weekend, however, they agreed to drop me off at the sports centre on the way, provided Claire drove me home and I didn't cause any trouble. This annoyed me a bit, because I rarely got into trouble as a kid, despite this summer, but she was always suspicious.

We pulled into the car-park and my Dad commented about how posh the place looked.

Mum agreed. Then she turned to me in the back and added, “have you got your pass?”

“Yes, Mum.”

“Okay, now - I don't want to hear any complaints - we're still new here, okay?”

I groaned to myself. Somehow, though, I had a feeling that was not going to be easy.

Once inside, I showed my pass and made my way to the changing rooms. Then I showered quickly and went out to meet Mark and Claire. There was no sign of Claire when I got there, but Mark swam over to me as soon as he saw me. Before I even got into the pool, I could see he wasn't wearing normal swimming trunks - from the distance the looked like rags, “Go on then, lets see them,” I said.

He looked around and stood up. It was difficult to see then, because they tangled around his crotch the moment he stood up, revealing most of his is bottom and even the root of his dick. From what I could tell, they were actually rags - just a bunch of worn and transparent patches sewn together. Then he sat down almost as quick as he got up.

“Very nice,” I said.

“They don't hide anything!” he complained. “There's no elastic and they're full of holes.”

“Well, you did ask for it.”

“Yeah, I know,” he replied. And at the bottom of it all, he was enjoying it.

Where's Claire?” I asked.

“She's in the gym, but she'll be here a bit later.” he replied. "And some of those little kids were feeling me up!"

I looked behind him to see three or four kids aged about eight or nine with evil looks on their faces. A quiver of excitement ran through me. The idea of a bunch of little kids feeling Mark up and having more control over his body than Mark did really turned me on.

“Tell them to fuck off,” I suggested, regardless.

“I can't,” Mark said. He pointed over at the lifeguard. “That's Angel. She teaches me piano teacher and she knows Claire. Claire told her to make sure I 'played nicely'.”

I just giggled.

“I'm not even allowed to pull up my togs,” he said, “unless my dick falls out. And even then I have to wait three seconds.”

For the first quarter of an hour, we just hung out throwing a ball around. The kids who were molesting him lost interest and some of them got out anyway. I kept overthrowing the ball, meaning Mark had to get out of the water to get it and expose his wet shiny bottom to the pool. I think he knew I was doing it deliberately, but I made it look like a joke rather than trying to see him naked. He was good though - every time his dick fell out he just acted natural and pulled it back in, but I knew the truth, and it turned me on even more.

I kept looking over at the lifeguard, but she seemed to take no interest in what we were doing, until Claire showed up after her workout. They spoke for a bit, then Claire swam a few lengths before coming over to us. “I'm getting into the jacuzzi if you want to join me?”

“Sure,” I said.

Mark just muttered something I didn't catch.

We swam over and climbed into the jacuzzi. It was a bit hot, so I got in slowly while Mark sat on the edge and waited. With his swimming togs half way down his bottom, it looked like he was naked and sitting on a towel. I looked around awkwardly, but no one seemed to be paying us any attention.

“Okay, Mark, time you got in, but I want you to take off the togs first and give them to me.”

Mark took one last look around, pulled the shorts down and handed them over, all while sliding down into the water in one quick movement. I was actually kind of impressed.

I looked around again - was she really forcing him to be publicly naked again? This time in a place where people were more likely to see him? What if they saw us and kicked us out? My mother would kill me if I got kicked out even if it wasn't my fault.

“Derek, you need to relax a bit,” Claire said, suddenly. “No one can see him under the bubbles and anyway, they probably wouldn't care.”

I wondered who could possibly not care about a kid running around publicly naked, but back when I was young, she was right - they probably wouldn't have paid him much attention.

Still, I was terrified. “But what if -”

She just turned her head and looked at me. “It is now my mission,” she said, “to get you to relax. Now calm down or I'll get Angel over there -” she indicated the lifeguard” “- to give you a massage.”

“Can I have one?” Mark said.

“Maybe - if you're good.”

I looked over. Angel was kind of hot in fairness and a massage sounded nice, but more about her later.

We stayed in the jacuzzi chatting for about ten minutes before Claire decided it was enough. A few people did walk past but none of the really suspecte anything was off and no one got in.

Claire then got out, jumped into the pool, swam a few more lengths and then came back. “I'm going into the sauna,” she said. “Be there in five minutes, okay?”

We agreed.

Then, much to my amazement, she grabbed Mark's discarded swimming shorts and ran with them over to the women's changing room. My mouth fell open. Then I turned around to see Mark jumping out the jacuzzi and running naked over to the boys changing room. His tanned skin was so beautiful and red I had to pause to savour the moment as he disappeared into the changing rooms, before I took a deep breath and got out as casually as I could. I looked over my shoulder at the pool, but no one other than Angel seemed to have noticed.

I took a quick shower to cool off before I went into the sauna. It was mixed, so everyone had their swimwear still on. Everyone except Mark of course. It was a bit dark as well, but there was no mistaking the fact that he was sitting with his legs open and his dick pointing straight up in the air. Angel was sitting on one side of him and Claire was sitting on the other.

“Hi Derek,” Claire said as I took a seat across from them.

“Nice to meet you, Derek,” Angel said. She reached out to shake my hand and I got a jolt of electricity through my hand when she touched me. Only then was a struck by just how beautiful she was. I took a seat directly opposite where Mark was sitting so I could have a pure unobstructed view of his erection.

A couple of people came in and Derek pulled the towel he was sitting on over his privates, but as soon as they left, he had to expose himself again. The only exception was when two girls came in from the womens' entrance. Apparently there were rules over who he could hide from and who he couldn't.

The girls took a seat above me on the bench and then started giggling.

“Oh my God! He's totally naked!” one of them whispered.

“And he's been wanking! Look at him!” the other replied.

I don't think Mark heard them and if he did, he didn't react. In the darkness of the sauna, I couldn't tell if he was blushing or not. They stayed there and giggled for a while, and by the time they left, Mark knew all right.

“Please can I get dressed, now?” Mark said as soon as they left.

“As a matter of fact, I do have something you can wear,” Claire said. “Don't move.” She reached behind her and pulled a strip of material out from under her towel and tied it around Mark's eyes.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Mark asked. He didn't get a reply. Instead, Angel just got up and led him, still naked and with a fully erection penis wagging about in front of him, straight into the ladies changing room. Both girls giggled a bit. Then the got up and went out after Claire and Mark. I so wanted to go as well, but there was no chance ofthat happening.

“Where are they going?” I asked Claire once they'd gone.

“Never mind,” Claire said. She got up and crossed over to my side of the sauna. “You know,” she said, “it's okay to like him?”

I was genuinely a bit confused. “What do you mean?”

“I know you want to do things to him,” Claire said. “Touch him, feel him, really play with him. He is beautiful, isn't he?”

My heart nearly expoded. Even if we hadn't been in a sauna, I would have been red and sweating.

“You shake a little every time you see him. You stutter a bit -”

“I-I do not!”

“- and you can't take your eyes off him,” she went on, “and you usually have an erection.”

I felt my mouth opening, but no words came out.

“In fact you've got one right now, don't you?”

I was horrified. She was, of course, correct.

“Look, you don't have to be so scared. It's okay to do things. He enjoys it, you enjoy it and no one's going to tell anyone.” She leaned into me. “No one is going to going to get you into trouble.”

That wasn't all that I was worried about, though in fairness, it was most of it.

“Then what's happening in there?” I said pointing at womens' changing room.

“Nothing that isn't under control.” Claire said. “Sometimes, you just have to let go and trust people.” She put her arm around my shoulders. It felt nice. “You're a good kid - I'll bet always have your homework done, polite, help out around the house, always in bed when you're supposed to be?”

I nodded.

“But sometimes you wonder... what happens on the other side? What happens when the sun goes down or what happens when you sneak out after midnight or go some place you're not supposed to go.” Her hand sank down over my shoulders to my chest and my belly and she began rubbing it. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. It wasn't easy.

“Well, now's your chance to find out,” she said slowly. “Would you like that?”

I said nothing. I coudln't say anything. I think I might have just nodded.

“Good. Because over the next few weeks, I want you to help me.” Her fingers dipped under the waistband of my shorts. Just enough to make me jerk back, but not enough to touch me.

“Help you?”

She nodded. Her hands drifted around to my hip. I wanted her to go further but to stop at the same time to stop. “But you have to promise me one thing.”

“What?”

Suddenly she pulled her hand free. It suddenly felt like something was missing.

“This is not a spectator sport. You join in, you help.” She got up and swept over to the sauna door. “You look after him, control him, make sure he's playing by the rules. Add in a few things of your own.”

“Okay - but what -”

“We like a bit of imagination,” she said. And then she was gone and I was alone in the sauna. I waited until my erection had gone down and then got the hell out of there.

Mark was surprisingly quiet when I met up with him, but I never did find out what happened in there.

(The End)