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Toast and Tea (or he who runs the fastest wins the race)

Twas a winters night when a group of fellow tenth grade girls invited myself and associate Ryder G. to their home for the normal social interactions engaged in by high-schoolers. Upon entering the house I noticed through the huge glass patio doors that the family had a hot-tub built into their porch (this detail is important later), now Ryder G. was interested in one of our female companions and I figured that the occasion would at least involve some type of meal so I was willing to accompany him. However the discovery of water heated to near molten temperatures was too good to refuse (after 8 to 10 solid hours of skateboarding I'd hit a hot-tub whilst in a heat wave), so I informed the group that my plans for the evening has been made and that they could carry on with whatever they had planned. Let me say here that there are few equal pleasures to submergement in boiling hot water on a freezing December night after a day of strenuous activity, hells yeah. I guess that everyone thought I was on to something cause after 15 minutes I found I was not alone. I'm sure I don't need to stir your imagination as to what happens when two naked teen boys share a hot-tub with three semi-naked teen girls, if your thoughts dwell to reciting biblical passagesyou would be more than somewhat wrong. As things progressed the floating anti-bacteria wand became the proverbial "bottle" and was spun with reckless abandon, however if fate truly was with Ryder G. and myself the night would have went much smoother than the few minutes following Ryder's spin that stopped pointing directly at the author. One of the ladies, feeling quite playful I would assume, wanted to see Ryder and me touch bums, for real. The old adage "to take the ride, you have to pay for the ticket" comes to mind, however as both of us were secure in our sexualities and beyond the point of questioning any type of self-debasement, we did it. The moment our flesh came into contact a brilliant white light bathed the entire party, causing me to at first ask "is this the divine light of me turning gay, the cataclysmic space in time in which everything I know of myself is rewritten?" Not quite. As I turned my head seeing motion to my right, I saw several sets of huge eyes at the large patio doors locked on to Ryder's and my asses compressed together (I later found out those eyes belonged to one of the girls parents, grandparents, brother, and a few friends of the family). Now when one is caught in a mildly homo-erotic situation, flanked by three nude girlswell the list of options may be a lengthy one, but I settled on an old favorite. I ran. I ran hard, and my feet were swift as they were true (quite a feat in several centimeters of snow), and I can only assume Ryder had the same lightening quick thought process as he was right beside me. Running naked in the snow presents several problems, and having no clear idea as to where to go also opens-up further avenues of conflict. Without boring the reader, 20 minutes later we arrived a Ryder's parents house; cold, clad only in our skin, and hepped-up on the adrenalin you can only have from being naked in public. For everyone out there in SGland, when messing about in strange outdoor aquatic facilities: always have a viable exit-strategy.