Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: SilleyRabbit
Title: The Play Fountain
Part: Part 1
Keywords: bg, bb, ped, exhib
Summary: A young brother and sister meet a new friend at the play
fountain.

   Play Fountain (Part 1) (bg, bb, ped, exhib) Comments? 
si11yrabbit@yandex.com

   This is a work of fiction, depicting people who never existed and events
that never happened.  Nonetheless, it is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  Minors
and others who are prohibited from viewing sexually explicit material must
STOP READING HERE.

   "Is that your daughter in the white t-shirt?"

   Mark glanced over at the young mother standing nearby.  She had rather
large breasts, but their size was obscured by the amount of belly fat
beneath them.

   "Yes," he answered.  He never knew which way the conversation would turn
after that question.

   "She's a really sexy little thing for a single father," said the fat
mom. This was a new approach.  As often as people found it necessary to
express their opinions about his children, there were very few surprises in
these conversations.  This woman managed to surprise Mark.

   "How do you know I'm single?" he asked.

   "No ring."

   "Maybe I'm gay."

   "A girl raised by a single gay father wouldn't know how to be as sexy as
your girl is." The fat mom's perceptive abilities were flawless.

   "She's adopted," Mark lied.

   "She has your eyes.  Besides, they would never let a man like you adopt
a girl like her."

   What did she mean by that?  She was right, of course, about everything.
But how much did she know?  Mark's wife had suffered from severe postpartum
depression after the twins were born.  She killed herself on their third
birthday and even tried to kill them at the same time.  The children, in a
few minutes of what should have been a happy day, had turned into victims
of their own mother and witnesses to her death.  As a single father, Mark
raised his children as he wished.  To them, being raised by a single father
meant watching TV in and out of your underwear, no rules against touching
your private parts - or anyone else's, and lots of chocolate cake and ice
cream.  Is this what the fat mom meant when she said "a man like you?" But,
she hadn't mentioned Mark's son yet.  Maybe she didn't know as much as it
seemed.

   "They should let men like you adopt," she continued.  "Most guys are too
macho, too selfish, or too afraid to love their kids.  The world hates guys
who love kids too much, but its the ones who don't love kids that do the
real damage."

   "Which kind of man is your husband?" Mark asked.  The bitterness of the
fat mom's words had already given him the answer.

   "He's the missing kind.  My son thinks his own Dad hates him.  Which
would you rather have - a father who apparently hates you or a dad who
takes you camping and tickles and kisses you all over, even in places where
he shouldn't?"

   "Are those the only choices?" Despite the question, Mark realized that
those had been the only choices his children had.  Their mother tried to
kill them, and their father abused them sexually.  Mark always wondered how
people believed that children are traumatized by sex but can't say 'no'
when children have no trouble at all saying 'no' to the abuse of being
asked to eat their vegetables.

   "It's okay if they are," she replied, suddenly child-like in tone.  She
sat on the concrete bench next to Mark and gazed across the play area at
her son.  Mark was beginning to understand this woman.

   "Is your son the one in the blue shorts?" he asked.

   "Yes.  He's nine.  Latino like his father." The boy's olive skin and
brown hair gave him the appearance of having a natural tan.  His bare feet
had no tanlines, so he either spent a lot of time barefoot or spent very
little time in the sun.  Even though he was still wearing a shirt, the boy
was clearly slender and well-toned - the opposite of his mother who
suddenly turned to Mark.  "Maybe you can get him to take his shirt off. 
He's so shy in public."

   "If you can't, then I don't see how I can.  A shy boy won't take off his
shirt for a stranger." The fat mom motioned to her son to come over.  The
boy ran over without hesitation or complaint.  He was clearly a good boy,
properly mannered with his mother.

   "I'll introduce you," she said.  "Ray, this is Mr..."

   "Mark." Mark said, realizing that he did not know the fat mom's name
either.  He held out his hand and was met by the soft grip of the small
boy's wet hand.  A handshake was the only time Mark ever got to enjoy the
touch of a child other than his own.  "It's nice to meet you."

   "Ray is short for Ramon, not Raymond," the fat mom continued.

   "Ramon.  That's a perfect name for a beautiful boy." The boy didn't take
the bait, so Mark said what Ramon was probably thinking.  "But, boys aren't
beautiful, are they?"

   Ramon laughed.  "No.  Girls are beautiful."

   "You think so?" Mark asked, eyebrows raised.

   "Not really." Ramon looked down at his feet.

   "Yes.  Girls are annoying, but don't tell my daughter I said that. 
She's your age and probably thinks boys are annoying." Mark whispered this
last part as though it was a secret shared between him and the lithe,
tanned, barefoot boy he had just met.  Ramon just smiled sheepishly as
though he knew the accusation was true.

   Mark called his daughter over who came with her twin brother in tow. 
She was a few minutes older but seemed to think that few minutes equated to
years.

   "Caroline, this is Ramon.  Ramon, Caroline." That introduction complete,
Mark turned to his son.  "And this is some kid Caroline follows around
because she likes boys who don't wear shirts."

   "Dad!" both kids said in unison.  Ramon took it upon himself to make his
own introduction.

   "Ray," he said, waving shyly to both.

   "I'm Connor," Mark's son said and then with a child's knack for getting
right to the point, he said stepped next to Ramon and put his hand on top
of Ramon's head and then his own, "We're the same size.  That's awesome!"

   Connor wore soccer shorts and had a lovely habit of pulling the back of
the leg up over his butt, showing that he had nothing on underneath. 
Caroline wore one of her dad's white t-shirts which had gone transparent in
the water 30 minutes ago.  She wore white panties which, also soaking wet,
might as well have been nothing underneath.  The second layer did somewhat
obscure the view of her hairless slit, but the wet material clung to her
skin and gave a clear outline which Ray stared at as though he was trying
to figure out why she didn't have a penis.

   Connor noticed that the fountain had gone quiet, resting like a
water-breathing dragon.  "Come on, Ramon.  Let's see if we can get to the
other end before the fountain comes back on." With a not-so-gentle push at
Ramon's back, Connor was off running with Ramon and Caroline struggling to
keep up.  Connor made it all the way across before the fountain spewed
water again.  His sister and their new friend got blasted and crossed the
finish line laughing hysterically while trying to catch their breath. 
Connor hopped up and down with his arms overhead in victory.

   "You're fast." Ramon said between breaths.

   "And you're slow, like a girl." Connor replied, managing to taunt both
Ramon and Caroline at once.

   Caroline was more sensitive.  "It's okay, Ramon.  He doesn't mean
anything by that.  Connor just can't admit that he's a loser."

   "You both even dress like girls, keeping your tiny titties hidden under
your shirts."

   "I'm not hiding anything!" Caroline said, offended by the suggestion
that she might be ashamed of her tits or that they were tiny, which they
were.  With that, she peeled off the soaking wet t-shirt and stood topless
for all to see.  Since her shirt had been fully transparent for some time
already, Caroline's proud public display drew little attention.

   "Well, Ramon, I guess she's the boy and you're the girl since everyone
can see her flat chest, and you're still hiding your titties." Connor was a
master at turning everything into a playful insult.  He adjusted his
shorts, pulling the front down so that the place where his penis connected
with the rest of his body was momentarily visible.

   Caroline smiled mischievously.  "Look, Ramon, Connor's getting horny
looking at my "boy" chest.  Why don't you take your shirt off and see if a
real boy's chest gives him a stiffy." Ramon liked this turnabout, and
though still shy, he liked the thought of getting back at Connor for all of
the insults.  To the delight of Ramon's mother, his shirt was off in no
time.

   Taking the opportunity to truly get back at Connor, Caroline yanked her
brother's shorts down to his ankles, exposing his hairless cock which was
indeed stiff and would have smacked her nose as it sprang up from his
shorts if it had been any bigger.

   "See, I told you Connor likes boy tits!" Caroline pointed at her
brother's erection as though Ramon might not have noticed it.  Unwilling to
give his sister the satisfaction of having embarrassed him in front of
their new friend, Connor nonchalantly stepped out of his shorts.

   "Well, the only thing I see here are flat little girl tits." he said as
he picked up his shorts and then stretched out on the concrete ledge as
though he were sunning himself, his hard dick pointed straight up away from
his body.

   Caroline took Ramon by the wrist.  "Don't pay him no mind," she said,
momentarily slipping into the southern drawl she had learned from her
original family.  "He likes to get under your skin, like scabies.  Let's go
see if my dad will get us some ice cream."

   "If you want to see what a penis looks like, feel free to come back and
take a look," Connor called after them.  "I might even let you girls lick
it if you can't get any ice cream."

   As the two children approached, both barefoot and bare chested, their
dad said to the fat lady, "I bet they want ice cream." Mark and the fat
lady had been talking while their children played together.  Actually, the
fat lady had been doing most of the talking while Mark had been reluctantly
listening until Caroline exposed her brother's hard cock for all to see, at
which point the fat lady breathed, "Wow...  He's so beautiful," and fell
silent.

   "Dad, can we get some ice cream?" Mark was tired of listening to the fat
lady and wary of do-gooders seeing his naked son's erection and filing
complaints.

   "No.  We have to go home.  Why don't you go tell your brother..."

   Ramon, whose mother was telling him that his shirt was too wet to wear
as she looked over his shoulder at his naked friend in the distance, turned
and nearly shouted excitedly, "I'll go!" Like a flash he was off running
across the fountain area through columns of water spraying up from the
ground.

   "You're back, and no ice cream.  I guess you really wanted to lick it,"
Connor said.  "Go ahead.  I won't tell anyone." Of course, everyone at the
fountain would have noticed a boy using his friend's dick as a popsicle. 
Ramon looked at his friend's dick which he thought to be less impressive
now that it had softened.  It was different from his own penis which
generally stayed the same size when it was soft as when it was hard.  He
liked the thought of touching and licking and making his new friend's cock
grow to its full size again.

   "Um, your dad wanted me to tell you that it's time to go."

   Connor was up in a flash, almost forgetting his shorts as he began his
dash across the fountain.  "Wait, wait, wait," he said, stopping suddenly
and holding his arm in front of Ramon.  "I'll race you back so you get
another chance to beat me."

   "Ok!"

   "But you have to be naked too."

   Ramon looked around, suddenly feeling as though all eyes were on him
with his naked friend.  He had no problem being seen with a boy who
happened to be naked and even felt some pride at being friends with a boy
who had no problem stripping his clothes off in public and could get away
with it.  He did not have the same courage.  "Here?  No way!  Why?"

   "Your wet pants will slow you down.  I guess that's okay if you want me
to have an advantage." Connor turned and wiggled his ass at him.  If Either
one of them had been older, it would have been overtly sexual.  "Besides,
it's not fair that you'll get to look at my butt in front of you the whole
way, and I won't get to see anything." Connor's dick was getting hard again
at the thought of Ramon staring at his bare butt.

   "Sounds fair to me," Ramon said, smiling.  He was surprised to hear the
words come out of his mouth.

   "So you're willing to lose just so you can look at my butt," Connor
teased.  "I knew there was something I liked about you."

   "Okay.  I'll owe you a naked race.  I couldn't do it here in public."

   "Fine.  You owe me.  I'm running anyway.  You can look at my naked butt
all you want."

   By the time Ramon caught up, Connor had already asked his dad if his
friend could come over one day.  Caroline was as naked as her brother,
still drying herself with a towel which Connor snatched away from her,
leaving her completely exposed but without a hint of embarrassment.  Ramon
hoped the bulge in his shorts wasn't as big as it felt.  There was
something about seeing a normal sibling relationship play out in the nude,
and in public no less, that was both arousing and endearing.  They had no
fears, no secrets, no pretenses.

   "Of course, he can come over any time," Mark said, sure that the fat mom
would agree.  She was lost in thought, staring at Connor who looked at her
now for a response.  Mark knew what she was thinking even if Connor did
not. "I assume you agree?" Mark prompted.

   "Yes," she suddenly replied as though snapping out of a daze.  "Yes, I -
I mean, would you like that, Ray?" Ramon nodded excitedly.

   Eager to limit his time with the fat mom, Mark suggested that he could
pick Ramon up from school on Friday, and he could stay the weekend if he
wanted to.  The fat mom said she would pack some extra clothes for him that
day.

   "It's up to him," Mark responded.  "As you can see, he doesn't really
need to wear clothes with us." He turned to Ramon.  "We won't make you do
anything you don't want to do, Ray."

   "But, you still owe me a naked race," Connor chirped as he stepped into
a dry pair of shorts.  After the battle with Caroline in which she finally
won the towel back by grabbing his balls and squeezing tightly, his penis
was erect again.  He tucked the tip of it under the elastic waistband of
his shorts.  Then smiling, he added.  "I might let you beat me."