Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2013 23:16:47 +1100
From: Robert A. Armstrong <rob.aa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Schoolie - Chapter 22

This chapter represents a continuation of the original story. If you have
not read the previous chapters, I suggest that you do, so that you can
fully understand the characters. Or, if you're in a hurry, at least read
from chapter 18!

If relationships between boys and men is not your scene, or if you're under
age, or if it is not legal for you to be reading this, then please leave,
now, before somebody finds out!

Otherwise, enjoy!



From Chapter 21


Dad moves off the desk towards me. Is he going to punch my lights out, then
attack Will? As I begin to cringe, he offers me both of his hands and helps
me to stand. He envelops me in a tight, loving embrace. I burst into tears
and cry out, "Dad, I'm gay. I'm sorry. Please don't hate me!"

He quietly replies, "Grandchildren aren't all they're cracked up to be!"
Then he adds, "Son, I don't hate you. I love you." He releases one arm from
me and indicates for Will to join us.

Will's stoicism suddenly leaves him. "And so do I!" he cries as he throws
both arms around my neck and begins to sob. Dad puts his arm around Will's
back to comfort him.

"It's all right, boys. I'm not angry or hateful. Thank you for telling
us. This must have been incredibly hard for you both."

Mum eases herself out of the chair and heads for Uncle Bill. "Thank you,
Bill," is all that she says, hugging him. Then she joins the three of
us. She manages to peel Will off me and hugs him, and kisses him. "Will,
darling, welcome to the family," she says in a line reminiscent of a mother
having just been introduced to her son's fiancée. She offers her
handkerchief and Will dries his face.

"Thank you, Aunty Susan, for not hating Tom, and not hating me."

Mum replies, "I was right at breakfast, wasn't I? And so were you - one
doesn't need to be a boy and one a girl. I could see it in your eyes."

Uncle Bill says, "Let's talk later. Amelia will be wondering what's going
on up here. If she asks any questions, let me do the talking, OK? And let's
give the boys some time to compose themselves before they come down. I hug
him. So does Will.

They close the door behind them, leaving Will and me in each other's arms,
smiling and trying desperately hard not to continue crying. Will gently
dabs my face with Mum's handkerchief, mingling my tears with his own.

"I love you," is all that is said.


Chapter 22


Will and I are alone. And we are both `out' to my Mum and Dad and to our
natural father.

One hurdle cleared, but with many more ahead of us, I'm sure.

After years of living in fear of being `found out', I feel that I can, at
last, be myself around Mum and Dad. Telling Sis will be another matter -
hopefully it won't be quite as traumatic. I feel emotionally drained. The
lead-up to what has just transpired really sapped my energy emotionally.

Will and I continue to hold one another - rubbing each other's back,
hugging supportively and wiping away each other's tears; me with my fingers
and Will with his thumb, as we re-gain a semblance of breathing normally,
the heaving of our chests subsides, and the semblance of smiles returns.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Will whispers encouragingly in my ear.

"I had no idea which way that was going to pan out. I'm glad Uncle Bill,
your dad, our dad, was here. I couldn't have gone through with it without
him! I was scared of what Mum and Dad were both going to say, and do. Most
of all, I didn't want them to turn nasty towards you! I would not have
allowed that to happen. I would have put myself between them and you if I
had to."

He kisses my neck. "Thank you, Tom. Hey, your mother even welcomed me into
the family. I guess you're stuck with me now!"

His humour, as always, lightens my mood and dissolves any residual
tension. "Don't worry. I'm looking forward to being `stuck with you' later
- in bed."

"Is that `stuck in me' or `stuck on me'?"

What a cheeky young bugger he is! "Both, I hope! In fact, I could do it
right now, except they're waiting for us downstairs." Will runs his hand
down to my groin and takes a handful. I start to respond, physically. "Hey,
Will! Not now! I don't need a wet spot on the front of my trousers! And
neither do you," I say as I feel his semi hard-on. "Bathroom! Wash your
face. You look a mess!"

"You too, bro. Let's go."

I let Will go downstairs first. I don't need Amelia seeing us looking like
a pair of love birds, or with my hand in his back pocket. I'm the last one
to sit at the table. I see that there are glasses filled with either white
wine (I hate champagne!) or with some sparkling non-alcoholic
substitute. `What gives?' I wonder.

Dad speaks up, "Tom, your mother and I are so glad that you are home for
the holidays, and that you've found Will and brought him along too. Who
could have imagined that you would travel all that way to find us a
nephew?"

I realise that Sis still doesn't know that Will and I are (half)
brothers. I'm glad that Dad has chosen his words carefully.

"I'd like to propose a toast, to our new extended family, and especially to
Will. Welcome!"

Everybody clinks glasses. "Welcome, Will."

Amelia adds her bit, "To my new cousin, who is going to teach me how to
draw faces like he does!"

We laugh and I say, "Here's to Amelia's new faces." We clink glasses and
drink again.

I attempt to act `normally' towards Will over dinner, and he pays more
attention to Amelia than to me which, I'm sure, pleases everyone at the
table - especially her!

"So when are you going to teach me to draw?" she puts to Will. I can tell
that she will give him no peace until she gets a lesson or two.

I suggest, "What about straight after dinner? I'll do the dishes, Sis, and
you can have Will all to yourself for a while."

She looks surprised and says, "What? You? Do my dishes? Why? Weird! But
thanks!" Then, turning to him and interlocking the fingers of both her
hands, as if praying, she pleads, "Would you, Will? Please? Pretty please?"

Will looks at me and I give him a quick nod and a wink, saying, "Her faces
will definitely benefit from a touch of your magic! Any change would be an
improvement." Sis doesn't seem to realise that she's just been
insulted. Hahaha. Then I add, "While you're doing that, I'll clean up here,
then go and `brush my teeth'. Will looks at me and smirks. Hopefully Mum
doesn't notice! The words are our pre-agreed code for `use the enema kit
and prepare myself for having sex'.

He smiles and replies, "OK. I'll brush my teeth after I've spent time with
Amelia." Mum, Dad and Uncle Bill look from Will to me. I can tell that,
hearing two guys discussing the brushing of their teeth, they sense
something, but they're not sure what! Yes!

Dinner is delicious, and Will is introduced to another gastronomic delight
- pavlova. The combination of the meringue base and freshly whipped cream
topped with pieces of fresh fruit, has him drooling for seconds before I'm
half way through my first helping. "You can thank Amelia for this. She
loves to make it, and we all love to eat it," Dad tells Will.

Amelia asks permission to leave the table, then leads Will off to his time
of torture. It suddenly hits me that I've been left alone with my parents -
all three of them. This could be awkward. I'm suddenly anticipating a
modified session of the Spanish inquisition, especially from Mum. I can
just imagine the loaded questions:

"When did you first realise...?"

"How long have you been...?"

"Have you and Will...?"

"You know all those school friends who used to come over and spend time
with you in your room...?"

Should I be honest with them? After all, honesty is what I am known
for. Hmmm. No way! Not on this subject, Mother!

Thankfully, Uncle Bill hijacks the conversation with his favourite subject
- him! He goes through the list of his recent travels, sites, subjects,
business deals and details of his newest digital equipment. I take the
opportunity to clear the table and wash up, while still making encouraging
remarks and asking questions; both are designed to keep his discourse
going, and to prevent any discourse by Mum from beginning!

After about 20 minutes the kitchen is spotless. I even present the `rents
with some after-dinner drinks. Looking around, Uncle Bill traps me with,
"Good job, Sport! You'd make someone an excellent wife!"

I can't help but bite. "What? That's not funny, Uncle Bill!"

"Gotcha!" is all that he says. Mum and Dad laugh - another victory for
Uncle Bill at my expense!

"He hasn't changed at all, has he?" I ask, turning to them for some comment
of support. "I'd better go and brush my teeth." Then I high-five Uncle Bill
on the way past and say, "Thanks for today! For everything!"

Mum says, "Thomas...?"

"Yes, Mum?"

"I'd really like to talk with you sometime." Her tone is a little more
sombre than simply inviting me to have afternoon tea and a chat with her.

"Sure, Mum. Any time!" And I think, `...if you can catch me!' It's not
over, I can tell. What the hell does she want, now?

I reach the first floor and I can hear laughter coming from Amelia's room -
male and female. If it was a different 17-year old boy in there with her,
I'd be quite concerned. Mind you, if it was a 14-year old boy in there with
Will, I'd be very suspicious!

I take a dump, retrieve the `equipment' and spend some time ensuring that
I'm clean. I wash everything and leave it ready for Will. Lastly, I
remember to brush my teeth - really - with some strong minty toothpaste. I
need people to smell that I have actually done what I said I was going to
do.

I head downstairs. Amelia and Will are showing bits of paper to our
parents. Amelia is bubbling with enthusiasm. She rushes to me. "Tom, look
what I did," thrusting several drawings so close to my face that it's hard
to focus.

I take them and say, "Let me sit down, Sis, so that I can have a good
look. Will excuses himself and heads upstairs.

"Cup of coffee, Thomas?" Mum asks.

"Thank you Mum, but I've just brushed my teeth." I give her the Cheshire
Cat grin. "You always told me not to have anything else to eat or drink
before going to bed after brushing my teeth." She smiles at her good
parental training. Will smiles, knowing that I am ready for him.

I spread out the five drawings on the table. I can tell that Will has given
her a lesson on eyes. On some faces, he has drawn one, and she has copied
it. On others it's obvious that she's done both. Not professional, but not
bad! A great improvement over circles with a black spot in the middle! An
iris, eyelids and eyelashes make a huge difference! The discussion
continues for many minutes, with Amelia giving details of how to draw eyes,
repeating, almost verbatim, the master's teaching.

She then produces another A4 sheet and shows it to me. It's her! Will has
done a pencil portrait of Amelia. In the lower left corner he has written,
`To Amelia. Love from Will.' In the lower right corner, just above the
date, he has signed it with the initials `W.O'B-G' instead of his usual
`LW'. It seems that `Little Willie' has become `William O'Brien-Grant'!
Many things run through my mind. Is this his own choice? It must be -
nobody but me was alone with him (except Amelia) to coach him in any name
change. Will this only be his artistic name, or is he going to adopt it
outright? Will he need a new Driver's Licence? Hmmm. That's another thing I
should discuss with him. I am immensely proud of my little brother and his
growing maturity.

"Have you guys seen this one?" I ask Mum, Dad and Uncle Bill.

"No. What? Show us. Let me see," all come collectively from the three of
them.

"It's you!" Dad says to Amelia, somewhat surprised.

"Oh, my goodness!" Mum gasps. "When did Will draw this?"

"Just now." Sis says with great enthusiasm.

"You see what I mean?" Uncle Bill poses to them. "Look at the expression
that he's drawn... youthful, energetic, mischievous. Can you see that he's
not only captured her facial features, which are correct right down to the
last freckle on her nose, but also her personality? This boy is a
genius. Make no mistake! Why, he's even better than I am!"

"Whoa!" I say, hitting my open palms on the table. "Everybody please note
the date and time. History has just been made - and we are all witnesses."

"To what?" Will asks, coming down the stairs and looking puzzled.

I can't help myself. "Are you gonna tell him Uncle Bill, or shall I?" Uncle
Bill just stares at me, so I continue, "OK. Don't bother! Will, your dad
has just conceded that you are more of a genius than he is!"

"Wha...at?"

Uncle Bill finds his tongue, "Son, I could tell that you were good, but
seeing what you have just accomplished in such a short time, with
distractions or, should I say, one notable distraction, I'm left almost
speechless."

"Whoa again!" I cry out. "History twice in 60 seconds! First, he's only a
2nd string genius, and now he's speechless!"

"Smart Alec!" And Uncle Bill reverts to his shoulder punching!

I feign pain. "Oww, oww, oww! I'm mortally wounded. I'm going upstairs to
lie down on my bed and die!"

Everyone chuckles. Uncle Bill, however, has the last laugh. "I don't have
the number of a local doctor, but I do know where you can get good acting
lessons!"

I good-heartedly concede defeat, then do the rounds. I hug Amelia and
compliment her again on her `new' faces.

"Weird!" is all that she can muster, considering that I should actually
embrace her.

"And thank you for preparing another of your magnificent pavlovas this
afternoon and while we were all discussing Will's future!"

"Weirder!" She shakes her head at the compliment.

I hug Uncle Bill and Dad, then kiss Mum. When I get to Will, I look him in
the eye and say, "You can stay and talk about the drawings, if you
like. I'll see you upstairs, later." The parents all turn in unison, as if
watching a tennis match, and look to Will for his response.

"OK," he says calmly, surprising me and probably them. "I'll be up soon."

Is this his way of deflecting everybody's thoughts about him and me rushing
into bed together? `Genius!' I think to myself, and we do our secret
handshake. I head up and know that he won't be very long. He's bound to be
as keen as I am, maybe even moreso. I'm beginning to think that his libido
has no limits.

I remove my shoes and socks then ensure that the lube is handy, and I grab
some tissues and fresh towels. I lie, fully clothed, on my bed, with my
legs dangling over the edge, and wait for Will. I'll let him undress me,
and I want the pleasure of taking his clothes off too.

As I contemplate the impending fun for both Will and me, two things
happen. I can feel my cock swelling so I jiggle it to allow it full freedom
to expand. Also, images of naked boys flash through my mind: Karl, Kurt at
The Village plus cute young Andy at the beach; Jake plus
green-and-white-Speedo'd Joey; Simon and Luke; and, of course, Will, my
highly amorous little brother.

Finally, there is `horse-boy' Sam. I haven't seen him naked but the bulges
caused by his pulled-up-tight, thin pants, coupled with Will's description
of him being `hung like a horse and shoots like a fountain' enables me to
contemplate his nakedness. `Quite a harem' I think to myself. I'm now
totally rigid.

Will comes in, shuts and locks the door and immediately focuses on the
prominence in the front of my pants. "Thinking of my bum, are you?" he
smirks.

"That, and the rest of you!" I shoot back, lowering my eyes deliberately to
the bulbous lump in his groin area. Then I add, "and the guys at home and
our new friends at the beach."

He considers what I have said, then replies with a smirk, "Tom, if I
couldn't be here with you, which one of the others would you like to have
instead?"

How do I answer that? It's the most loaded question that he has ever asked
me! I think that he has already been exposed to too much of Uncle Bill's
thinking and humour! Imagine Will wanting to know who else I would like to
have sex with, which I am sure was his intent!

I decide to humour him by thinking out loud. "Hmmm. Would I, could I, ever
replace you? No way! But, if I had to choose another `companion' just for
the night... Let me see if I can eliminate them one at a time. Well, it
wouldn't be Jake - he's all yours, and I just couldn't expose myself to
him, the way you do. And Karl is yours too. And young Andy is cute, but I
think I'd be too horny for him just at the moment. So that leaves Kurt,
Joey, Simon and Luke. Hmmm... Joey's a really nice kid, and very desirable
too, but I don't think that I could corrupt him and bring myself to do with
him what I want to do with you. I'm almost certain that Kurt wouldn't mind
being `corrupted', but at the moment there are other fish in the sea (or
the weir). So that leaves Simon or Luke. The circumcised one or the uncut
one? Hey, this is too hard! What about both of them together? Now, that
could be really interesting!"

Will replies, "Tom, It's funny that you should say that,. Simon told me
while we were riding tandem that he and Luke live on the same floor, and in
the same high rise as Andy and that they are really close to the beach, and
that both of his parents are working each day this week. Apart from the
fact that they must be quite close to your parents' place, it sounded like
he was seeing if I, or both of us, was open to some sort of
invitation. After watching the pair of them in the shower this morning, I
can just imagine what they'd be like in Simon's bedroom! Would you be
interested in finding out?"

I endeavour to keep any potential enthusiasm to myself, and respond with,
"Maybe. But, tonight, bro, it's just you and me. Our `teeth are brushed'
and I want you so badly!"

I move to him and begin to undo his shirt buttons while looking directly
into his beautiful blue (inherited from our dad) eyes.

I caress the firm muscles of his body - shoulders, back, butt, pecs, abs,
and yes, then I feel the firmness of his bulge! With all buttons undone, I
slowly and deliberately remove his shirt and can tell from his humming and
closed eyes, as well as his deep breaths, that he is savouring the feeling,
in anticipation of more to come. I hug him to me and kiss his neck then
step back a little, expecting him to repeat the same, or similar, on me.

He surprises me by ignoring the shirt and heading straight for my trousers
- undoing the belt, releasing the button and clasp and then slowly lowering
the zipper, allowing the two flaps to drop open. The only thing that stops
everything from falling down is one of his hands squeezing my glutes while
the other is fishing for my cock.

Releasing my butt, he allows the trousers to drop to my ankles then slides
the same hand up inside the leg of my Calvin Klines, continuing his
fondling and squeezing. He explores my crack and locates my hole, merely
rubbing over it rather than probing to gain entry. His restraint is
exciting, and I feel my hole begin to contract each time he touches it.

All the while his other hand is rubbing up and down the length of my cock
on the outside of my CKs, eliciting a growing dark wet patch of pre-cum on
the red material. He kneels and sucks the wetness, drawing as much of my
cock head into his mouth as the tight material will permit. Then he gently
lowers them to join my trousers. He runs his fingers up the inside of my
legs, bypassing my cock and balls and continues up my stomach, which causes
an involuntary contraction of my abs and a shudder from my body. He
continues underneath my shirt as he stands. Buttons undone, shirt removed,
I step out of my ankle restraints. Liberated and fully naked!

He wraps his arms around me and our upper bodies rub skin-to-skin. He
begins to kiss my neck and tease my lips with his own and his darting
tongue. He's turning me on big time! I cannot wait to get him naked too,
and I remove his trousers with some haste. The multiple wet patches on his
undies indicate copious amounts of pre-cum as his cock has altered
positions! They soon join his trousers on the floor.

We press our fully-naked bodies together, caressing, rubbing, frotting,
kissing. He turns his back to me and I rub my cock up and down his crack
which becomes very slippery with all of my natural lubrication. At the same
time I milk his cock and grease it up with his own oil. We both turn and he
wiggles his wet and sticky rod into the length of my crack and begins to do
what comes naturally - thrusting.

I wrestle him to the bed and we roll back and forth, first one on top and
then the other - face down and face up, enjoying each other's firmness,
slipperiness and body heat. We are both breathing heavily.

"You do it first," he says. "but without the lights. Let's see how good YOU
are in the dark!"

Cheeky sod! He turns off one of the lamps. He rolls onto his stomach. I
grab the lube with one hand and lay it next to me. Then I reach to turn off
the second lamp and feel for his bum. I massage it then kiss it.

"Hmmm. Good start!" he groans. I part his cheeks with both hands and
explore him with my tongue. When I touch his hole and begin to lick it, he
shudders, "Hell, yeh!"

He pushes his butt into the air and slowly raises himself onto his knees. I
continue licking and probing and I can feel his hole contracting and
quivering. Then I reach for the lube and grease my fingers. As I insert
one, then two, then three, Will continues to moan, then whispers, "Fuck me,
Tom. I want you in me."

I grease my steely rod and rub the head over his hole, pushing gently until
I know that it can't go anywhere but in. I grasp his hips and draw him back
onto me - gently and deliberately. I feel myself penetrate his privacy and
I push slowly to maximise the sensation.

"Oh, Will," I groan, "fuck, this feels good. Soooo good."

He thrusts his butt backwards, forcing me right inside and enveloped by his
velvety heat. "Do it!" he commands. "Don't be so bloody gentle! I won't
break, you know!"

His wish is granted and I begin to pump, in and out, pushing hard. I love
the feel of his firm cheeks each time they make contact with my pelvis!

I reach around and grasp his cock with one hand. It throbs in unison with
my thrusting. My hand is wet with his excited pre-cum which I rub up and
down his hard meat, even around his manly balls which feel so good to
fondle and jiggle.

As I sense my pleasure begin to build to a crescendo, I begin to ease off,
wanting to delay my explosion, but Will is having none of that. "Don't
stop!" he growls. "Just go for it! I want to feel you cum and feel the
excitement of your body enjoying itself."

I resume my rhythm and can feel the eruption grow from a deep tingling to
an unstoppable rush, my sperm needing to escape my body via my beefy
probe. I hug Will hard and pump my juice into him. The voluntary thrusting
gives way to uncontrolled spasms, as I relax onto him.

"Fuck, that felt good." Will groans.

"Hell, yeh!" I whisper back. He giggles at my use of `his' expression.

We collapse together, my cock still plugging his hole. We roll into a
spooning position and I caress his body and kiss his upper back and neck.

"That felt like one huge load that you let go," Will chuckles.

"Well, it's been building all day." I reply. "You can thank our new friends
at the beach for kicking that off. You know it's all going to pour out when
I start to shrink. We can do without that." I reach for a towel to prevent
too much `spillage'.

"We're both gonna need a shower," Will says. Then he adds, "Tom, can I
please do it to you in the shower?"

I don't ask why, but, as I consider his request I ponder whether the reason
might have anything to do with the guys showering at the beach. Besides,
this will be a first for us - good enough reason, anyway. "OK. Why not?" I
reply.

As I pull out of him, I use one end of the towel to plug any leakage and
the other end to wipe myself of spunk and lube. I leave him with the towel
and make it to the shower first, adjust the water temperature and step
in. "OK, bro! Come and get me!" I say, wiggling my butt at him. His holds
his still-rigid cock as he joins me. We share the water. I let its warmth
run over my hair and down my body.

Reaching for the soap, I begin to wash myself when Will insists on taking
over. Standing face to face, he cleans my cock, balls and legs then adds
extra soap and reaches around for my bum. I press myself against him and
his stiffness pokes into my stomach. I take the soap and wash his backside
while he's playing with mine. He turns me around and I lean forward for
him.

He uses soap instead of the strawberry lube to prepare me. Then, just as he
is lining up his cock, I sway my hips to one side. "Hey, keep still!" he
says. He lines me up again and I wiggle the other way, causing his cock to
slip past my hip. "What are you doing?" he asks, a little miffed. "Keep
still!"

I do it again. This time he slaps my bum cheek. It stings but I'm enjoying
the playfulness of it all. He grabs me around the chest with both arms,
pushes me against the wall and forces his cock into my crack, then he bobs
up and down until I can feel his head right at my hole. I push back onto
him to ensure that he won't miss this time.

"That wasn't fair, you know!" he moans as he guides himself slowly into me
and then begins thrusting.

"Hey, you enjoyed it as much as I did." I tease him.

Silent thrusting. "Yeh, I suppose! But I did enjoy giving your bum a good
slap! And, I'm enjoying this a whole lot more! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" While he
pumps away in and out of my hole, he reaches around with both hands and
holds my swelling-again cock with one and my balls with the other. "Pull
away again and it could be painful," he says, enveloping my balls with a
still-firmer grasp, as a warning. He repeats, "Very painful!"

I decide to tease him a little and paraphrase his earlier question to
me. "Will, if I couldn't be the one in here with you, which of your
friends, old or new, would you like to have instead?"

He slows momentarily and then continues his rhythmic pumping and heavy
breathing. "All of them!" he jokes as he thrusts really hard.

Then, with each subsequent push, he recites one of their names... "Karl...,
Kurt..., Jake..., Sam..., Simon..., Luke..., Joey..., Andy..., Tom...,
Tom..., Tom..., To......om!" and, as he wraps both of his muscular young
arms around me for support, I feel my insides being bathed with the heat
and fullness of his explosion.



To be continued...

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