Date: Tue, 8 Jun 2004 10:25:44 +1000
From: iarwain7 <iarwain7@ains.net.au>
Subject: Take the Track. Part 3.

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Take the Track. Part 3.

In the tent they talked, but Joel noticed that Jarrad was quieter than
usual.

"Is everything all right?  You haven't stirred me all night!"

"Um!  Can I give you hug Joel?  You had me so scared last night!"

"Sure!  But it should be me giving you the hug for looking after me!"

"I'll go first!"

Joel felt strong arms round him and then warmth as their bodies pressed
together.  He thought of how Jarrad had expressed his feelings with a hug
when they reached safety after the long swim and wondered if this was the
same sort of thing.  Oh no!  Joel felt the same reaction he'd had last time
starting as well.  What was Jarrad going to think if it happened again.  He
tried to put it out of his mind in hopes it wouldn't happen, but steadily
he felt himself reacting more and more.

"Jarrad!  We'll have to stop!  This is so embarrassing!"

"No way!  I haven't finished my hug yet!  Is that weapon of yours coming to
life?"

Joel felt Jarrad press against his groin, starting another rush of
sensation.  Oh God!  That really did it.  Joel had to wriggle his body away
because he'd become so hard he had to adjust himself.  He made a bit of a
struggle but then Jarrad's arms just tightened more and Joel knew he
couldn't escape.

"Don't worry about it Joel!  I'm not going to let you go till I feel you
completely relax!  And then it's your turn to hug me back!"

Joel shrugged in his mind.  This impossible creature holding him wasn't
giving him any options anyway, so relaxing was more sensible than
struggling.  After a moment more Joel felt the closeness of Jarrad pouring
through him and suddenly didn't care.  His own arms tightened now and the
hug became more and more important.

"Man!  Joel that's better!  I knew we'd get to have a proper hug
eventually!  And I won't even be able to stir you about your murder weapon
either!"

Now it was Joel who wondered what Jarrad was talking about.

"What do you mean?  I can't imagine you not stirring!  You're a super
stirrer!"

"You're a pretty good hugger Joel!  It's my turn to say I'm getting
embarrassed, except I'm not really!  Are you going to let me go or what?"

With a shock Joel realised what was happening and couldn't help laughing.

"This is too much!  No way!  This is payback and insurance rolled into
one!"

The hug continued for a short while till Jarrad wriggled his body and Joel
felt the Eiffel Tower pressing strongly against him.  Hell!  What to do
now?

"Don't panic Joel!  You can let go now!"

"Ha!  You started this!  So what if I keep hugging for as long as you
have?"

"I like your hugs Joel!  So it won't worry me!"

Joel thought that that would be right, so he let go and things went
quieter.

"Jarrad?  Do you go hiking very often?"

"Stacks!  Whenever I get the chance!  I stick near the beach in the summer,
but I like the mountains as well!"

"If you're ever looking for someone to go along, you could let me know
because I'd love to come with you!"

"Right! Will you come on my next hike, and the one after that and the one
after that?"

"Oh!  When will they be?"

"Joel!  You're amazing!  You're too gentle sometimes!  I mean you can come
on a hike with me anytime you like!"

They talked about different hikes they'd been on and Joel started to feel
sleepy.  When he rolled on his side, Jarrad snuggled up against him and put
his arm across, the way he had when they shared the sleeping bag.  Joel was
used to this now and started to doze off, but when Jarrad's hand moved away
from his chest and rested on his stomach he started to come awake again.
Joel gave a silent laugh.  Here we go again!  A repeat of the other
morning!  He felt himself boning up, and just when he was feeling relieved
that Jarrad hadn't moved his hand any lower, that was exactly what
happened.  It was now a total repeat.  Joel felt himself get harder and
harder and Jarrad's fingers seemed to be making little random movements.
It was too much and Joel felt his boner twitch against Jarrad's fingers.
Just when he was about to move Jarrad's hand away he froze in shock.
Jarrad was awake!  Joel's heart started thumping when Jarrad's hand slipped
into the top of his jocks and started a very gentle squeezing.  He nearly
jumped up by reflex, but realised that he didn't have anything to worry
about.  As the seconds ticked away, Jarrad's actions gradually became more
definite, till Joel couldn't help giving a gasp when his jocks were slipped
down and his straining boner taken fully in hand.  Joel felt Jarrad tug at
him till they were facing each other and then a soft voice spoke in his
ear.

"Would you like to explore the Eiffel Tower Joel?"

"I want to say yes, but I don't know how to!"

"All right!  Give me your hand and we'll do it together!"

Joel put felt his hand guided till it was resting on Jarrad's boner.  It
was so big and so hard!  What should he do now?  As if his thoughts had
been read he heard Jarrad speak softly again.

"Just do whatever I do!  Okay?"

"Okay!"

Joel gasped again as Jarrad's fingers started tracing, and his feelings got
so strong it was a few moments before he started doing the same thing.  He
stopped straightaway when Jarrad made the strangest moaning sound but then
he realised it was the same sort of thing as his own gasps.  Joel's fingers
resumed their movements and as his nervousness receded, the impressions
started to pile into his mind.  What a strange feeling it was to hold
someone else!  Jarrad felt so solid somehow and when his hand moved even
lower, Joel marvelled at the smooth texture of the sac he was now lightly
squeezing.  Jarrad's hand moved to the head of Joel's dick and started it's
own squeezing.  With each burst of pressure Joel felt himself try to harden
even more and a kind of tightening in his groin.  The feeling was so
overpowering that Joel couldn't stop himself from pressing up into Jarrad's
hands with each squeeze.  With a sudden guilty feeling he realised he
wasn't doing the same back to Jarrad.  He started to but was soon lost in
the flood of sensations again.

"Oh!  Jarrad!  Faster!  It's too much!"

Jarrad's hand clasped likely round Joel and started quickly rushing up and
down.  He held his thumb so that it pressed on the head with every stroke
and in a couple of minutes Joel felt like every atom of energy was
concentrated in one area of his body, and trying to escape as he clenched
and pumped.  Of course he didn't really faint, but for a moment he
certainly wasn't aware of much.  When Joel recovered his wits he was lying
with Jarrad's hand still holding him.  For a while he just lay there with
the feeling of Jarrad's body pressing tight against him.

"I'm sorry Jarrad!  My feelings took over and I couldn't concentrate on
you!"

Joel reached for Jarrad and this time he did everything himself.  The
Eiffel Tower got a really thorough investigation again till Jarrad started
making his moaning sounds and Joel started the same loose grasp, and thumb
pressure action that Jarrad had used on him.  Jarrad was just as quick to
climax and surprised Joel with a great yell when he started squirting.
Joel's thumb was covering the head and he felt the flood of juice jetting
against it.  Jarrad collapsed too, but when he recovered he rolled on top
of Joel.

"I've got you now Joel!  You're never going to get away from me!"  Joel
didn't particularly want to get away anyhow, and felt himself getting hard
again from all the strong warm muscles pressed against him.  He wrapped his
arms round Jarrad and hugged him as tight as he could.

"Um!  Jarrad!  I hope you don't want to get away from me either!"

"Joel!  You're amazing!"

Joel didn't quite know what Jarrad meant, even though it did make him feel
good, but he hardly thought about it because Jarrad's hands had started
moving again.  During the next couple of hours Joel felt barrier after
barrier crashing down as he explored every inch of Jarrad and felt his own
body responding to a similar investigation.  Jarrad soon had him laughing
and relaxed, and all his embarrassment and nervousness disappeared with the
actions, soft murmerings and intimate teasing.  The Apollo rocket was named
as a companion to the Eiffel Tower, and christened in their own way, before
Jarrad caused a blast off, as he laughingly described it.  In the morning
Joel woke with his usual boner.  Yes!  Jarrad was holding him and with a
kind of thrill, Joel realised that he wouldn't be sneaking out for a quick
wank this time.  With a laugh to himself he realised he did need to go out
for a leak, but when he came back he just replaced Jarrad's hand then
watched himself grow hard again.

"Ha!  You didn't do that the other morning!"

Joel started at the sound of Jarrad's voice, leaned over to give him a
kiss, and then the words sank in.

"You were awake then?"

"I'm pretty good at pretending to be asleep!"

"What?  When?"

"I was awake a few times when you thought I wasn't!  If you lie on top of
me, I'll tell you!"

This only took moments and their naked bodies were pressed close.

"Okay!  Tell me!"

"Um!  Hold onto me too!"

Joel grabbed one of Jarrad's ear lobes and pressed his fingernail gently
into it.

"Kinky stuff now Joel?"

"Tell me!"

"Um!  Promise me you won't wear any clothes today then!"

"All day?  All right!"

"And let me do whatever I like to you for half an hour!"

"Okay!  I will!  So are you going to tell me?"

Two hours later they had to get out of the tent.  It was too hot with the
sun shining on it and they hadn't had any breakfast yet.

"Jarrad!  You still haven't told me when you were pretending to be asleep!"

"I'll tell you one time!  When you nicked out of the tent for a wank!"

"You were awake then?  Well you had me tricked!"

"Well I had to take things slowly so you'd get used to it!  You're awfully
shy you know!"

"I'm not that shy!"

"Yes you are!  It's cute!"

"I don't believe you said that!  Cute?"

Joel crumpled under Jarrad's hug.

"Yes! Cutie!  You've got the dreamiest eyes I've ever seen!  You look like
you're thinking about something important all the time!"

"Hmm! I can't believe my ears are hearing you talk like this!  When are we
going to get our breakfast?"

"See what I mean!  That's cute!"

"Asking when we're going to have some breakfast is cute?"

"It is when you do it!"

It was Joel's turned to laugh.

"You're mad!  You're a maniac!  Ha!  You're a sex maniac!"

"So are you!"

"I suppose so!  When are we going to have our breakfast?"

"That's cute!"

"Ah!  Help!  Trapped underneath a maniac!"

When Joel got out, all naked as he'd promised, he organised some food and
went slightly red when Jarrad stared at him all the time.

"See!  You are shy!"

"It just feels different now that we're out of the tent!"

"Hey Joel!  Do you know what I feel like eating right now?"

"Ha!  Well you'll have to wait!  What are we going to do today?"

"Let's see!  There's half an hour when you have to let me do whatever I
like, and then you made me promise to let you take some photos of me!"

They finished eating their food and headed to the beach for a surf.
Putting sunblock on each other was so effective that another hour
disappeared before they actually reached the water.  Jarrad was full of so
much laughter and life.  Every few minutes Joel would feel himself hugged
or held, pulled over or pushed under, or have a smooth wriggling body
jumping up to be carried piggyback till a wave tumbled them into the water.
Joel had his time on the beach where he gave himself to Jarrad to do
whatever he wanted, and it extended for much more than the half hour of the
previous night's promise.  The rest of the day was spent in laughter and
activity, rest and passion.  It was strange, but special, to feel Jarrad's
hands roaming over his body while he lay with his hands behind his head.
He didn't move while Jarrad tickled him and he didn't move while Jarrad's
fingers teased him hard then experimented to find ways of making him feel
good, but then he did move when Jarrad wanted him to.  After their evening
meal they walked slowly along the beach, their shoulders touching while
they talked, Joel often getting squelched by an impulsive hug.  In the tent
their passion peaked again, and Joel marvelled at the way Jarrad, with his
powerful body, would nestle against him like a playful puppy!  For two more
days they was so engrossed in each other that they stayed at the same
campsite, but then something clicked and it was time to move on.

"Hey Joel!  Will I make some coffee?  We should get up!"

"Um!  Not yet!  I don't want you to move for a while!"

Joel was feeling too good.  Jarrad was lying with his leg resting just
below Joel's groin, his head on his chest and his hand moving in little
patterns on Joel's stomach.

"What's wrong with your hand?"

"Nothing!  Why?"

"It just seems to be stuck in one place, that's all!"

The hand went higher and moved smoothly across Joel's left pectoral
muscles.

"There!  How's that?"

"Hmm!  Nice!  But try somewhere else!"

"I know what you want Joel!  Okay!"

The next thing, Joel's side was being tickled, causing him to jerk his body
against Jarrad in a reflexive attempt at escape.

"Is that what you meant?"

"Not really!  But it's waking me up that's for sure!  Okay!  Now somewhere
else!"

After trying a couple more places, Jarrad's hand moved to exactly where
Joel wanted it.

"Hmm!  It took you long enough!  Now leave it there!"  "Hey!  What about
me?  How come I'm missing out?"

"Jarrad!  What an insult!  I let you do what you like to me, and you say
you're missing out!"

Jarrad's hand moved more definitely till Joel started making some happy
noises, then stopped and lifted off.

"Time to get up Joel!"

"Tease!"

Joel rolled over on top of Jarrad and started tickling his lips with the
end of his tongue.

"You've got fantastic lips you know!  Are we still going to get up?"

"Um!  We should!"

Joel moved his hand and started doing what Jarrad had been doing to him.

"I suppose so!"

Jarrad's arms wrapped around and held tight, making Joel laugh and
postponing the coffee once again.  When they did set off they had the long
sandy beach to follow, and apart from a couple of stops to try the surf,
they spent the rest of the day getting to the next campsite.  Jarrad
started off wearing his speedos, but after their first stop he left them
off.

"Come on Joel!  You too!  I like watching the way you flop around when you
walk!"

"Me?  Jarrad!  You flop a lot more than I do!"

"Ha!  How do you know that?  Have you been watching?"

"Maybe!"

This was a joke between them because while Jarrad was longer, Joel had a
larger, tighter sac which caused him to jut forward more.  Joel loved
watching Jarrad.  His skin had darkened to a deep tan with all the sun, and
Joel was fascinated with the way the muscles moved all over his body with
every step.  After fifteen kilometres of trudging along the sand, it was a
welcome change to see more rocky coastline and cliffs approaching.  The
maps came out for a closer look and showed that they should be able to keep
to the coastline and after three of four kilometres of rock scrambling and
beach walking the reached a small bay with a freshwater creek running into
it.  They dumped the packs and had a swim to freshen up.

"Hey!  Look Joel!  Let's check that out!"

A hundred metres from the creek they could see an opening in the twenty
metre rock face.

"Wow!  It's neat! Let's camp here tonight!"

It really was interesting.  Arching back into the rock was a natural cave
with a dry sandy floor.  Several large rocks jutted up and the view looked
directly out at the ocean.

"Grab all our gear Joel!  And I'll see if I can catch something for our
tea!"

Joel organised everything, collected a pile of driftwood for the night's
fire, then went to join Jarrad.

"They're being stubborn Joel!  I've only caught one small one!  I'll try
for another ten minutes then give up!"

No sooner had he said this than the line jerked and a second fish was
landed.

"Hey!  It must be you Joel!  As soon as you arrive we catch a good one!"

Joel laughed at this nonsense even if it did make him feel good, and then
even more when Jarrad pulled in another one.

"See!  It's the biggest yet and it's that kind we like most!  That'll be
plenty now!"

It was a real night to remember, sitting at the entrance of the cave in the
dying light while the fish cooked, and then close together while their
small fire flickered against the darkness.

"Stand up Joel!  Next to the campfire!  Wow!  It makes your skin glow!  Do
a fire dance for me!"

"What?  I can't dance!"

"You can for me!  Go on!  I want to see you moving!"

Rather self-consciously, Joel started to sway and jump around, then relaxed
as he saw the encouragement of Jarrad's flashing smile and glinting eyes.

"Wow!  You look terrific Joel!  Now just stand still while I wait!"

"Wait?  What for?"

"So I can see you in the firelight!  You know what for!  You won't take
long!"

When Joel saw the way Jarrad was looking at him, the blood rushed through
his body.

"Oh my God! I can't cope!  Come nice and close Joel, so I can see if you're
real!"

Jarrad's hands were real and Joel insisted that Jarrad stand next to him.
The two bodies made a slow dance as they twisted and moved against each
other in a long embrace.

"Don't let me go Jarrad!  Hold me all the time!  I think I'm going to
burst!"

Jarrad's hand moved from Joel's back to hold him in front.

"You mean you're close?"

"No!  But you've got me so hard I feel like iron!"

"Wow!  Now I know why they call it a bone!  Is this how you want me to hold
you?"

"It wasn't!  But don't change now!"

"Joel don't move!  I can feel your heartbeat!  It's amazing!"

Joel stood without moving but the feelings from Jarrad's hand got stronger
and stronger till he couldn't take it anymore and he had to start moving.

"I can't help myself Jarrad!  You're making me feel so good!"

"Do you want me to do it for you?"

"Can we lie down?  I want to be on top of you!"

In moments Jarrad was on his back.  Joel lowered himself so their bodies
were moulded together, chest to chest and groin to groin, then started
pushing himself backwards and forwards into Jarrad's encircling hand.  His
dance of passion built with an accompaniment of groans and sighs, and
murmurs of encouragement from Jarrad, till his feelings exploded and he
shuddered his release.  Joel relaxed all his weight onto Jarrad for a few
minutes, making a few slow movements into the hand still holding him.
Jarrad stirred him about the flood and the mess he'd made, then without a
word being said they reversed their positions for Jarrad's turn.  He moved
more quickly, more aggressively than Joel, but he also loved to slow down
and muck around, telling Joel what to do and how to hold him before he got
going again.  This time he gave his funny kind of yell and pressed
forcefully while a new area of warm liquid grew between them.  Joel held
him tight while he recovered.

"How can anything feel like that Joel?  It has to be something to do with
you because it so much better than when I do it by myself!  I think you
must give off special sex-rays!"

He gave Joel a long, gentle bite on the shoulder and then another one on
his neck.

"Is it all right if I eat you?  You taste really nice you know!"

Joel liked Jarrad's bites.  They made him feel kind of tingly.  Jarrad sat
up and reached for his towel.

"Gosh you make a mess Joel!"

"I'm sorry!  It's the effect you have on me!  I lose all control as soon as
you touch me!"

"Idiot!  It's my mess too!"

"Hardly enough to notice!"

Jarrad used his towel and then moved forward to sit on Joel's stomach with
a bit of a bounce.

"My God!  Squashed to death again!"

"Serves you right for being cheeky!"

"Cheeky?  All I did was agree with you and now you're turning me in a pizza
base!"

"You can tip me off if you don't want me to!"

"No!  I like it!"

"What about when I squish you?"

"That just makes me laugh!"

"So why do you like it then?"

"It makes me feel close to you!  Like you want me!"

"Of course I want you!  You've never been with anybody before have you
Joel?"

"Not really!"

"Not really?  What does that mean?"

"Um!  I had a friend when I was about fifteen, and I touched him one day
when we were sunbathing at his pool.  He got hard, but then he jumped in
the water and after that he never spoke to me again!"

"Oh no!  He wasn't much of a friend was he?  No wonder you're so shy Joel!
And you've never touched anyone since have you?"

"No!"

"And now you want to know about me but you're too polite to ask!  Well I've
been with a couple of girls and a guy from my surf club!  It was fun but
they all wanted me because I'm so good-looking!  That's what they went on
about anyhow!"

"But you are good-looking Jarrad!  I've never seen anyone who looks as good
as you do!"

"Well I have, and I'm sitting on him so he can't get away!"

"Don't be an idiot!  I'm just ordinary!"

"You don't look ordinary Joel!  You look great!  But I can see what you
look like on the inside as well! That's how I know you're so special!"

Joel didn't know what to say to this, but once again Jarrad had made him
feel great.

"Of course if you want to worship my beautiful body I won't make any
objections!  Hey!  What are you doing?"

"Well you've already got one swollen head!  I'm going to give you another!"

"Hmm!  Seems more like worshipping to me!"

Joel moved his hands slowly up Jarrad's legs, but just as they neared his
groin he grabbed at his sides and started tickling him.  This led to a slow
wrestling match with some fairly intimate moves.

"You're a cheat Jarrad!  I can't move when you're holding me like that!"

"It's good isn't it?  But you don't want me to let go anyhow!"

Eventually they snuggled close and Jarrad said they had to get to sleep.

"I've got a big day planned for you tomorrow Joel and I don't want you worn
out by all the rude things you do!"

"What's happening?"

"You'll find out!"

"How do you expect me to sleep now that you've got me wondering?  Hold me
the proper way and then I might be able to!"

"The proper way?  What do you mean?"

"Like you always do!"

"Tell me!"

"Snuggle up against me on your side!  Yes!  That's it!  Reach your hand
over and touch me on the stomach!  Move it slowly down and hold on to me!"

"Hmm!  This is nice!  But isn't it waking you up?"

"Only for awhile!  And you have to be holding me the same when I wake up!"

"What if Eiffel Tower springs up like he is now?"

"Press him against me so I know he's feeling happy!"

"Like this?"

"Yes!  Hmm!  He really is feeling happy!"

"Joel!  We don't have to go to sleep just yet!"

In the morning, when they eventually got up Joel found he was going on the
surfboard.

"It's been there every day and you've never used it once!  I want to see
how good you are!"

"I've hardly done it Jarrad!  I can stand up but I usually fall off
straightaway!"

"Well let me have a look at you!  You've had me puzzled, because you spend
so much time in the water and I know you've got better balance than I
have!"

Before long he had his surfboard freshly waxed and Joel dressed in the wet
suit.

"Don't you pee in it!  I'm the only one who is allowed to do that!"

Joel was feeling worried because the board seemed so short, but Jarrad kept
him going.

"You'll get used to it!  And the waves here are great for practising with!"

Joel could hardly even get to stand up at the start, but Jarrad was out in
the water with him and showed him closely how he did it, and after twenty
minutes Joel was surprised at how well he was going.

"Joel!  You learned all by yourself didn't you?  You could be just as good
as me if you want to!"

After an hour they went ashore and relaxed.  Jarrad was shivering and Joel
had had enough for the moment.

"We'll go back in the afternoon, when the water has warmed up!  The more
practice you get at catching the waves the better, and I'll show you how to
stand as well!"

They soaked up some sun but Joel was restless and after half an hour he
found a large feather.  He used the tip of it to lightly touch Jarrad's
skin, and was watching in fascination at the twitchings and little
goosebumps that resulted.  The next game was to tickle the large orbs
dangling from his groin.  A tiny touch would start them moving all over the
place, the skin tightening and loosening, then when they settled down he'd
give another tickle.  When the Eiffel Tower appeared it received nearly all
the attention, and Joel watched as it gradually lengthened then went
sideways before standing straight up, nice and hard.  All the while
checking to see it Jarrad was awake, Joel kept the feather moving, more and
more till it was continuous.  How could he be asleep still?  Joel watched
Jarrad's balls pull up tight in their sack and then caught a glimpse of the
smile being held tightly in check on Jarrad's face.

"Open your eyes or I'll stop!  I know you're awake!"

The smile grew and dark eyes opened.

"Bully!  It was nice with my eyes closed!  Hey!  What a beauty!"

Joel stared.

"Well I know it is!  But you're not very modest are you?"

"Ha!  Got you!  I'm talking about that Pacific Gull's feather!  Can I have
a look at it?"

Joel handed the feather over and Jarrad had his close look.

"I collect feathers!  Not when I'm hiking though because they get wrecked
in the pack!  This one's in good condition except it's been ruffled on the
end!  Lie down and close your eyes Joel!  Put your hands behind your head!
Good!  Now!  Can you keep them closed and not move till I tell you too?"

"I feel funny but I'll try!"

The feather got to work again, but it was a lot bolder and busier this
time.

"You're moving a lot Joel!"

"Well you're doing a lot more than I did Jarrad!"

"So now you know how nice it feels for next time don't you?  Let's get
something for lunch!"

"What?  Are you just going to leave me like this?"

"Come on!  I want to see you running!"

Laughing, Jarrad led the way back to the cave.

"Funny thing Joel, but I couldn't help thinking of those knights at the
jousting tournaments!  I could call you Sir Lancelot from now on!"

After their lunch Joel had another surprise when Jarrad wanted to know all
about his camera.

"You've been taking stacks of photos of me Joel but there's hardly a single
one with you in it!  When we look at the photos I don't want to be looking
at myself all the time, and we are together now!"

For the next few hours Joel really enjoyed showing how to use the camera.
Jarrad learnt very quickly and they ended up using a couple of rolls of
film with Joel being the subject in nearly every shot.  Jarrad would set
the camera up the way he best understood and then Joel would look at the
settings and explain any reasons for changing them.  At about three o'clock
the camera went away and it was back on the surfboard again for Joel, this
time for over three hours with several rest breaks, and he found himself
getting quite excited with his improvement as Jarrad coaxed him to do
better and better.  There was fish again for their evening meal and a short
walk in the dusk before their bodies were locked together for several hours
of sometimes frenetic, sometimes gentle interplay.

"Joel!  I don't want to finish our hike but my new job starts in nine days!
How much longer can we stay? I could manage seven days!"

"I can stay even longer but I've only got enough food for about four days!"

"What if we catch fish every day?"

"No problem then!  But we might get sick of muesli and rice!"

They talked it all out and Joel felt great because Jarrad obviously wanted
to be with him so much.  They decided to leave early next morning and hike
until they found a really good place to set up for a longer stay.

"How are you going to wake me up Joel?"

"I think I'll sit on you!  It'll be a payback for the way you treat me like
your favourite chair!"

"You are my favourite chair!  What if that doesn't work?"

"I'll start tickling then!"

"Not in the morning Joel!  You know what I'm like!  That would be cruelty!"

"A special tickle!  Like this!"

"Oh my God!  And I said you were shy!  It won't work though!  It's so nice
I'll pretend I'm asleep so you keep doing it!"

"Then you'll make all your funny noises and I'll know you're awake!"

"No you won't!  It'll be sleep noising!"

"Sleep noising?"

"You know!  Like talking in my sleep, except it will be noising in my
sleep!  Oh My God!  Joel what are you doing now?"

"Sleep licking!"

"In my ear?"

"Well if I'm asleep it could be anywhere couldn't it?"

"Ha!  I know where I could expect it from you!"

"Where?  Here?  Or here?  Hmm!  How about here?"

"Oh My God!"

"Jarrad!  That's the third time you said Oh My God in the last minute!"

"Don't worry about talking Joel!  It stops you from sleep licking!"

In the morning Jarrad tried to pretend he was asleep but it didn't work.
They managed to get on their way by 7 a.m. and had their slowest travelling
day yet.  The first few kilometres involved making their way along rocky
beaches and past small headlands, but then they came to some cliffs and had
to scramble up through tea-tree thickets to bypass them.  Twice more they
had to do this before finally descending to several hundred metres of rocky
platform and a sandy beach stretching in the distance.

"Look!  The map shows it's only six kms Joel!  But it's taken us four
hours!

Four hundred metres along the sandy beach they found the creek shown on
their maps and dropped their packs for a break.

"Jarrad!  Let's stop here!  It looks perfect to me!  There's freshwater,
rocks for fishing and exploring and you've got at least a kilometre of
beach for your surfing!

"Not just my surfing Joel!  You're going to do more of it than I am!  Now
let's have a snack before we do anything else!  I've got pasta and rice!
Have you got anything better?"

"I've got rice too!  How about putting sugar and powdered milk with it?"

The afternoon was spent in the surf.  Mostly taking turns with the
surfboard, but sometimes body-surfing because they could do it together.
On the beach they relaxed, wrestled, talked and shared themselves with each
other.  Jarrad loved lying with his head on Joel's stomach and when they
were talking he'd often sit astride and act like he was the boss.  At about
six o'clock they headed for the rocks to see what the great hunters could
catch for their evening meal, and Jarrad was the first one to notice more
abalone on the rocks.

"We've got it made Joel!  If we don't catch any fish we can just grab as
many abalone as we feel like, and look at these!  We'll try them tomorrow
night!"

"What are they?"

"Periwinkles!  But most people call them peris!  The aboriginal people used
to cook them on their fires and you sometimes find heaps of their shells,
called middens, in their old camping spots!"

"How do you learn all these things?"

"I don't know!  It's just interesting to me!"

It took half an hour but they ended up with six reasonable sized fish,
which Jarrad cleaned and filleted while Joel held the line.  They stuffed
themselves with the delicious food they'd caught then wandered slowly along
the beach while the last light disappeared from the sky and then it was
their special time together in the tent.  Joel thought about it and looked
forward to it all day long.  Yes!  It was several hours of sex, but it was
more than that because Jarrad turned it to fun, happiness, and a lot more
at the same time.  As he felt himself getting affected by it more and more,
Joel's logical mind couldn't work out what was happening.

"What are you doing Jarrad?  It's like you've got some special power over
me!"

"Aha!  So it's working is it?  I hypnotise you when you go sleep!  That's
it!  Sleep hypnosis!  I wait till you're asleep and my hands make magical
passes all over your body while I hypnotise you to be my love slave!"

"Ha!  I know about the hands all over me bit!  I'm not that much asleep!"

"Yes you are and when you wake up tomorrow you'll be a different person!
You'll throw all your clothes off whenever you see me and do whatever I ask
you!"

"I don't see what's going to be different about that!"

"Well that just proves how well it's working doesn't it?"

"Oh My God!  So now I'm a mindless robot am I?"

"Of course!  But only on the first level!"

"The first level?  All right!  This I've got to hear!"

"Well it all happened on the first day I met you!  I took one look at your
dreamy eyes and you hypnotised me!  I remember it now!  I came out of the
water and stripped off right in front of you, and everything I've done
since then is what you made me do!  You hypnotised me into hypnotising you
to be my love slave!  You're pretty sneaky you know!"

"Oh My God!  Did I say I needed to hear this?"

"Joel!  That's twice you've said Oh My God in the last minute!  You're
sounding like a mindless robot!"

"Oh My G!.....Help!"

"Joel!  I think you'd better go to sleep now!"

"This early?"

"Yes!  You've had a big day, and besides, I want to make magical passes all
over you!"

"Oh!  I see!  All right!  I'm asleep!"

"Ha!  Why am I suspicious about that?"

"Don't worry!  Just get on with the magical passes!"

"So you want to be under my control then?"

"I can't answer that!  I'm asleep!"

After the passes, the games continued with Joel happily acting the part of
the mindless robot who could only do what he was ordered, till they finally
snuggled together in Joel's favourite position, ready for sleep.

The next four days passed in a whirl of activities, adventures, and
happiness which set Joel's heart singing.  He finished his last roll of
film at the cliffs they'd passed to the east, and watched in awe and worry
as Jarrad surfed on huge waves which built when the swell came up for a
day.

"God Joel!  I can hardly believe this!  There must have been a storm way
out in the ocean to make them this big, and it's dream conditions with this
light breeze and the waves coming in so evenly!  Are you going to have a
go?"

Joel's expression at this made Jarrad laugh.

"All right!  I'll let you off this time!  I must admit it is pretty scary
out there!"

Another day they clambered down the cliffs to a tiny cove they'd seen and
it was Joel's turn to surprise Jarrad by making him swim 500 metres out to
a rocky island.

"Joel!  This is kind of spooky! It's reminding me of when I fell in!  I'm
not used to going out past the wave break and it feels like we're heading
for Antarctica!"

And the nights!  They dined like kings from their fishing efforts, and
would laugh as they sat next to each other by the campfire making sounds of
satisfaction at the delicious tastes.  A little ritual started where they
collected water from the creek to give each other a wash after finishing
their meal.  Joel loved the way his skin felt fresh and smooth after the
day of salt water, sun and sunscreen, and the assault of comments while
Jarrad's hands probed and ministered, had him laughing, excited, and eager
for their time together in the tent.  Amongst all his happiness there was
one cloud and somehow Jarrad sensed Joel was thinking about something.

"Come on Joel!  Tell me what's on your mind!  You've got that thoughtful
mode going full blast!"

"Um!  It's just that I don't want our hike to be over and am wondering if
I'll be able to see you much when it's finished!  I mean I can't push my
way into your life just because that's what I'd like!  We'll be able to do
other things together won't we?"

Joel felt a kind of fright when Jarrad didn't move or say anything, but
then that was forgotten when a great weight descended on his stomach and
his arms were pinned to the pad beneath his head.

"I've never met anyone like you Joel and I can hardly believe you're real
sometimes!  You don't have to wonder about that!"

Jarrad told Joel he had to leave his hands where they were and proceeded to
tug lightly on the tiny hairs round his nipples and then trace with his
fingers, searching all over for any other places with little hairs, and
Joel's attention shifted focus.  The next morning, after they'd both had a
surf, Jarrad told him to put his runners on.

"Come on Joel!  I want to show you something!"

Wearing just their runners and red speedos, they made their way to where
the beach ended and the rocks started.  Jarrad drew a large J in the sand,
inscribed another on top of it, then held Joel in a fierce hug.  Hugging
was a frequent occurrence with Jarrad, but even as he laughed breathlessly
in his enjoyment of the moment, Joel was puzzled by the intense and serious
look on Jarrad's face.  He seemed to be searching for something and then
Joel followed till they came to a large rock-face, some way back from the
ocean and facing partly towards their camp.  Using a hard rock he spent ten
minutes scratching their superimposed initials in a large size at roughly
chest height.

"Okay Joel!  Your turn!  Scratch it as strongly as you can so that we've
both done it!"

Feeling rather good about seeing their initials together like this, Joel
put in all the energy and effort that he'd watched Jarrad use.  The idea
came to his mind of bashing with the rock in his hand instead of scraping,
and it had a good effect of making a little spark each time it hit and
leaving a deeper pit mark.

"Hey!  That's perfect!  Now come here!"

Jarrad's powerful arms held Joel again.

"You hold me too Joel!  And don't let go till I do!"

The intense look was back while Jarrad held him without saying a word.
Joel felt his heart speeding, a sense of wonder at seeing Jarrad look so
serious, and a kind of apprehension at what this was all about.

"Joel!  We're together now!  Those letters in the sand will be taken away
by the ocean, just like I would have been! But you fought the ocean to help
me and won! Then you let me see what you're truly like inside!  You're not
getting away from me like some letters in the sand washed by the tide!  Do
you understand?"

A spring of excitement started to well through Joel as he nodded.

"Now!  This is so you don't have funny thoughts like you did last night.  I
want to take the same track as you for as long as our initials are in this
rock!  Next year, when we come back I'm going to chisel it as deep as your
thumbnail!  You know what I mean?  So can we do that?  We're going to do
everything together for as long as you want and the more you push into my
life the better!  No one could make me happy like you do Joel!  No one is
as kind as you are and no one is as strong!  Will you look after me
please?"

Totally stunned, Joel looked at the strange, puzzling creature who was
holding him, and as understanding of what he was saying filled his mind,
the cloud of the previous night was burnt away by the sunlight of
certainty.  The serious look in Jarrad's dark eyes disappeared at Joel's
smile of pure happiness and as their grip tightened on each other, all Joel
could see over Jarrad's shoulder was a promise locked in the surface of the
rock.

The End.

Author's Note.  Thanks so much to those who have contacted about the story
so far.  Any further comments and feedback will still be greatly
appreciated.  My email address is iarwain7@ains.net.au