Chapter 268: Scouting for a Private Swimming Spot

Tuesday, June 28, 2005 (and some afterward)

Julia, Carol, Ava and I were going to scout along the local rivers, assorted tributaries, and west to the coast if need be, to find one or more swimming locations where we could have Target Game dates. We needed somewhere very private for all the sexual activity I hoped would take place when the invitees feel safe enough to copy the apparent actions of My Girls and teammates. I made a tactical blunder when Julia asked me, "Shall I pack our sexiest swimwear?"

I answered, "Absolutely! We won't be stopping anywhere that's not private, so definitely bring them." That doesn't sound like a tactical blunder, but when we finally found a suitable location and were about to get changed into our swimwear, I found out to my horror that:

• When Julia had asked about "our" sexiest swimwear, she'd deliberately included my male G-string posing-pouch travesty of a swimsuit. Damned technicalities!

• The girls all insisted that if it was good enough for them to wear G-string bottoms (and it was), then it was good enough for me too (which it very definitely was not). They insisted, "It's private. There's no one else here."

I tried to weasel out of it (actually I tried to avoid weaseling into it, but you know what I mean), but the girls clearly had their hearts set on my butt. I didn't have much choice, other than to grin and bare it.

I made DAMNED sure there was no one around. I'd already done that before suggesting that the girls get changed, but there was a great deal more at stake now. I shut my eyes behind my sunglasses and sent a sight blob carefully all around the area and back along the only path. Sight blobs move so fast that it only took me a few seconds to check that the area was clear, so I checked twice - once for each butt cheek I'd be waving in the breeze.

We all got changed, and I did my best to ignore the discomforting and entirely unnatural sensations of the wind blowing on my bare ass and having a thong running up my crack. There's a better and much more easily accessed swimming area near the parking area, to its south. We were to the north. There's a good walking track that goes north from the cars, but it misses where we were by a hundred feet. To get to this spot requires some scrambling along a difficult, barely noticeable track, so we were fairly private. Nonetheless, I made a mental note to check the path every few minutes for anyone coming. I wanted to know in time to get un-obscene.

For the first half an hour we were all cautious, especially me, but there was no sign of anyone else so we started relaxing. We warmed up enough to decide to have a swim. I'd had an idea some time ago for a trick to play on Julia. I'd thought of going for a private swim somewhere (here qualified) and using NP to stop Julia walking IN the water, to hold her up so she walked ON it by making invisible stepping stones under each of her feet, holding her at water level.

At first thought, I should've had enough NP force to do that, but I'd quickly realized it wouldn't work. With all eight minds I currently had about 120 pounds of force, according to the household scales. Julia weighed about 70 pounds - and her bikini sure didn't add much! - so I could easily hold her up with a plate under each foot.

The trouble was that when Julia walked her weight constantly shifted from one foot to the other, plus her feet were also pushing backward to propel her forward. I didn't have enough force to be able to handle those constantly changing weights and vectors. Maybe with a great deal of practice I could do it, but I knew I wouldn't be able to do it properly without that practice. If I'd tried it, Julia would have had a few seconds of very unsteady and erratic walking, before she'd freak out, try to run, and everything would turn into a mess. She could easily fall over and be hurt, so I'd decided against doing that trick.

I was half hoping we'd find a very private swimming hole with a rope swing. Julia would get a very big surprise when she let go the rope and instead of falling into the water, she flew like Peter Pan around the area. Ava would get a very big surprise too, which was why I was only half hoping to find such a swing, since I'd have to ask Ava to leave before I did that trick. [We did find some rope swings today, but there were always other people around.]

I'd had another idea for how to surprise Julia. It was appealing, but Ava was a part of it as it was an extension of my joke about her magic nipples, and I wasn't ready to trust Ava that much yet. Maybe in a few months. I'd keep my eyes open for a good opportunity to show Julia she could fly, but if nothing sufficiently cool offered itself, I'd wait until I trusted Ava enough.

So we had a normal swim. No walking on water, Peter Pan flying, or anything else out of the ordinary.

After our swim, things got considerably out of the ordinary for Carol. She decided to experiment with an activity I'd told her was going to become an important part of her life. She was inspired by the outdoor setting, the privacy, and - I like to think - the Australian bikinis, although that's hard to be sure about because girls react weirdly to very sexy sights. Carol started getting sexy with Julia and Ava. It was WONDERFUL to see this Carol initiate and enjoy doing this. It was also wonderful just to watch her doing it. As a responsible brother should, I closely supervised my sister getting into new territories, especially that territory down there.

I supervised that a little too intently, because I heard the sudden sound of several guys hooting obscene comments about the girls' actions. I looked up to see three college-aged guys watching us from the path's exit onto the 'beach'. (Oregon's coast isn't great for sunbathing as it's a little too far north and gets too much wind in summer. Fortunately there are many good swimming spots on the rivers or lakes, quite a few of the spots have 'beaches' of sand or soft grass. I'll use "beach" hereafter to mostly mean riverside locations.) The girls scrambled to cover themselves, while I started a much-needed go-soft.

The guys were something like thirty yards away, but they were rapidly heading our way while making several more comments about how they could give the girls what they really needed, and other crap like that.

As soon as I decently could - a very difficult call given how little I was wearing - I got to my feet and moved to block the guys' access to my girls.

One of them yelled, "Get lost fag! We'll give them the fucking they need."

"Yeah," agreed another one of them, presumably majoring in Math judging by his, "Three hotties and a fag. That's one fag too many. Fuck off gay boy. We'll take care of the girls."

There were only two questions: How much these guys were going to force me to hurt them, and undignified I was going to look confronting them in nothing more than a lurid posing pouch. I interposed myself between the girls and the advancing assholes (making sure they didn't see mine). Despite my discretion, they kept up a continual stream of gay taunts, with the occasional comment about how well they - being real men - were going to take care of the girls.

Behind my back I heard Carol and Ava both make "Oh no"-type comments.

Not Julia though, she just laughed and told the others, "This'll be fun. You haven't seen Mark fight before. They don't have a chance."

Julia raised her voice to call out to me, "DARLING, if they try to stop us leaving, can you knock them out for me please?"

The way Julia had stressed "darling" made me think she may not want us to use our names out loud, so I answered back, "Certainly, darling."

The girls were rapidly getting our gear together, but they wouldn't be ready to leave by the time the 'real men' arrived in front of me. The guys had to walk in single file, with the guy in front presumably being the most 'real' of them, as he was the biggest (asshole). I was standing at a small choke point, where the path had the river on one side of it and some waist-high blackberry bramble on the other. The guys could have gotten around me wading out into the water, but that was apparently beneath the dignity of 'real men' because they showed every intention of plowing straight through the queer. When the front guy got within six feet of me, proximity showing me that he intended to walk straight into me, using his larger body mass to push me out of the way, so I had something like 110 pounds of NP-pushing against my back at the moment of impact. He might as well have walked into a wall.

My immovability surprised him, but he dug his feet in and stated pushing. He was significantly heavier than I appeared to be, but there was no way he could overcome my body's physical bracing and NP support by pushing our chests against each other [[I also still had very solid bones at this time]]. To have any chance of pushing me away, he'd have to bend down and push against my waist, which would put my posing pouch in his face. Neither of us wanted that.

I didn't want to attack him first, so while he was making his second, sustained push against my chest, I politely asked him, "Do you like rubbing your body against fags?"

I was hoping he'd take a swing at me, but proximity showed that he decided to grab me with his hands instead. That wouldn't have been good, so I suddenly stepped backward. I used NP to act like a big obstacle immediately in front of his rear foot, preventing it from moving forward. Because we were on uneven ground and it was out of his sight, it wouldn't seem suspiciously magical to him. As a result, his upper-body moved forward, its support did not, and he toppled forward.

I moved farther back and he fell forward onto his hands. During his fall I taunted, "You dirty pervert, lunging for my cock like that. No way am I gonna let you suck my cock."

He came back up growling and with his fists swinging.

I moved to let one of his punches glance off one of my shoulders. I jumped back a couple of steps, telling him, "You hit me! Stop before I have to defend myself." In retrospect that was quite gay, but that was NOT my intention!

He'd suffered far too much indignity to stop now, and I'd just admitted to being a pathetic wimp (in male-speak) so he came straight at me. My six-foot proximity range told me everything I needed to know about how he was going to move, which made it trivially easy for me to duck his attack, hold his near arm down with one of mine while my other delivered a hard punch to the side of his head. His lights went out and he dropped like a stone.

#3: <I was watching carefully, and I think I know why we're so good at knocking people out. The ki of our punch extends forward, as ki always does, and we've got so much of it I think it helps rattle their brains inside their head. You guys watch when we do the next two.>

The next two were coming straight at me. In the interests of scientific repeatability, I quickly knocked out Real Man #2 in exactly the same way as Real Man #1. Real Man #3 started trying to brake his charge at me, but there was no point in letting him get away, so I stepped forward and knocked him out the same way.

#4: <I think you're right, #3. Our Intention Ki went into their heads so strongly that I think it did help knock them out. It's certainly very convenient to be so good at knocking troublemakers out.>

Carol and Ava rushed to me, to see if I was okay. I laughingly reassured them that their concern was completely unnecessary.

Julia got me to dress while - to my surprise - she, Ava and Carol started stripping the three idiots. Maybe they wanted to see what "real men" looked like. It didn't take me long to throw my clothes on, although I really should have taken the time to remove my thong first because it felt unnatural all over again under my shorts. Julia instructed me to take help with the guys, as their weight was making it difficult for the girls. We ended up stripping them of EVERYTHING, even taking their watches. We left them with nothing, not even their dignity, because we used a usefully shaped small hollow in the ground and a few rocks to hold them in position as we arranged them in a loving heap: one of them lying on top of another, but swapped around so they were 69'ing with each other's cocks in their mouths, while the third was placed kissing the lower guy with a finger stuck into the asshole of the guy on top. It was a very touching scene (literally). Unfortunately none of their phones had a camera, so the scene couldn't be recorded for posterity.

We put everything of theirs into their bags and took them with us when we made our way back to the parking area. There were only half a dozen cars there, so it wasn't going to take long to find which of their three key rings had a key that opened a car. The key that worked was one of those remote activation ones, so it took almost no time at all.

Making sure not to leave our fingerprints on anything, we opened the trunk, dropped all their gear inside, locked the car, threw the keys inside the trunk and then closed it. Our actions didn't look the least bit suspicious, even if there'd been anyone around to see us.

We'd briefly discussed phoning the cops to report three gay boys having sex in public, but we'd thought it was too risky, so we simply got in my car and drove off, to continue our scouting for somewhere suitable for the Target Game.

The guys had been well knocked out, but they'd probably wake up before someone discovered them. Even if they missed the indignity of being found, they were still going to be very embarrassed by the tableau we'd left them in and they'd have some difficulty getting home again. Not to mention the shame they'd feel by being so easily put down by a fag in a posing pouch.

^

[[Real Asshole #1 woke up first, about ten minutes after we'd left. Being the biggest guy, we'd put him on the bottom of the 69, so he was very surprised to discover one of his friends was in lip-to-lip contact with him and that he had his other friend's cock in his mouth, and that his friend was returning the favor. He'd pushed his friends violently away from him, which unfortunately removed the asshole-probing finger, so they never discovered that artistic nuance.

He woke the others, never telling them a word about the position they'd been in. Real Asshole #3 told them that he'd seen me knock out #1 & #2, which explained their situation. They searched around for their gear, quickly deciding that we'd robbed them. Now all they had to do was get help.

They crept toward the public area, hid behind some vegetation, waited for someone to come within earshot, and called for help. They said they'd been stripped and robbed, and asked for a cellphone so they could call for help. They got a phone, and also an audience, as the story spread. They were very vague on how the incident had occurred, and didn't want the police called as they could see their car hadn't been taken, which only made the audience more interested and suspicious. They had a very uncomfortable time until their summoned friend arrived with clothes they could wear.

Asshole #2 and #3 stayed behind to guard the car in case we returned, while #1 and his friend drove to #1's home to get his spare car key. They returned to the parking lot and drove everyone home. They discovered their gear in the trunk after they got home, which was a pity because I'd hoped they'd go to all the trouble of getting new keys, credit cards, etc.

The only smart thing they did all that day was not call the cops, but hopefully they'd be smart enough in the future to run the other way when confronted by a fag in a G-string posing pouch. On second thought, it'd probably be unwise to turn your back on such a guy. Backing away quickly would probably be best.]]

^

We spent the rest of the day checking out locations some distance from the one above, finding a couple of suitable ones.

In the late afternoon, we did another piece of Target Game preparation: we cruised through town in my new car. It's a very distinctive car, and with the lid down is very attention getting. Corvallis is a small place, so we saw plenty of people from our school. Over the next few days we found several reasons to be in town, such as my parking outside the movie theater while Julia went in to buy some tickets, deliberately at a time when a popular chick-movie was letting out, giving plenty of girls a chance to see me sitting in the car outside.

While I was doing something very similar to that one day, Chloe Moon came around the corner, and we caught each other's eyes at the same time. She stumbled a bit, and looked to be about to approach me to speak in what looked like a non-angry way. Unfortunately, she was with her mother, who quickly dragged her away. I kind of hoped Chloe would call - not that I really wanted phone calls from insane girls - but she never did. She'd been dressed even more conservatively than she had at school, so things looked sad for her. [[Even sadder a few weeks later, when she had her breast-reduction surgery.]]

Within a few days, all my girls were getting an increased number of phone calls from other girls, many of whom mentioned that they'd seen or heard that Mark was back in town, inquiring about my health, and not infrequently mentioning my new car, especially as it was an easy entrée into a conversation about the $11 million. My Girls had a list of the Targets, so when one of them called it was a simple matter to tell her that "Mark and a group of his friends are going swimming in a few days. Do you want to join us?" Only a minority of the Targets made contact, but we did get a few of them that way. Only a few though, as most of the Targets considered themselves superior, so it was beneath their considerable dignity to do anything that might be misconstrued as chasing me, even if they were greedy and would've loved to go steady with my money.