Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2014 22:14:30 +1100
From: Robert A. Armstrong <rob.aa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Schoolie - Chapter 23

If you are new to this story, may I suggest that you read from the
beginning, to understand the plot and the characters.

If you are a regular, thank you for your continued interest!

Warning: 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 22


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.


Chapter 23

It was a long night. True to form, Will easily produced another two loads,
while I managed one.

As the brightness of the eastern-rising sun begins to permeate my room,
rousing me to almost full consciousness, I savour the warmth of Will's body
next to mine.

He stirs, rolling towards me, covering my chest with one arm, while he also
wraps on leg over mine and nuzzles his head into my neck. I kiss his
forehead and run my hand slowly form the nape of his neck down his firm,
muscular back, then up over the mound of his glutes. My fingers span his
crack and I rub both cheeks with the one hand, then I cup the nearest one,
giving it a gently massage and squeeze. I sense a firmness in his groin
pressing against my thigh.

"Good morning, bro," he drawls sleepily. "I want to wake up like this every
morning of my life - next to you."

"Do you need a quick shower before heading downstairs?" I ask with some
friendly sarcasm.

"Want to share? Just to save water, of course!" he responds with that
now-familiar impish lilt in his voice.

"Of course! But I suppose that cleaning off the remnants of last night's
fun will just be secondary, eh?" I reply.

He looks down at his body, "Hey, what a mess you made of me!" he retorts
jokingly, knowing that most of it is his. He perks up, "But, while we are
in there, maybe we could just..."

I cut him off. "Bro, I thought you said last night that you wanted to save
some juice for the guys at the beach! The forecast was for the surf to be
up and I'm sure that they'll all be there, expecting a bit of action."

"OK. A quickie it is!" I give him a reproving stare. "A quick shower, Tom,
is what I meant!" he says, melodramatically feigning disappointment at me
taking his comment the wrong way. As if! His batteries are probably fully
recharged by now.

We save water together, and it's hard to resist ogling and feeling his
body. The running water accentuates the shape of his muscles, directing the
flow along its striations. His mat of tight curly pubic hair perfectly
frames his `gear' and I step out to dry myself before I am tempted to
commit my day's energy to loving him, again.

Even as I mop and wipe away my wetness, it's difficult to avert my eyes
from his perfect form as he turns back and forth under the spray.

"I think we'll hit the waves first and then come back for breakfast," I
call as I head for the bedroom. "I'll wait for you out here."

I tuck my semi-hard-on into my blue Speedos and secure a towel around my
waist - just in case I run into `someone' downstairs. I especially don't
want Mum seeing evidence of my excitement and drawing any conclusions
which, however, may be perfectly valid!

Will joins me and I enjoy watching his ample flesh, front and back, being
packed into the pale blue Lycra. He looks at me then secures his towel in
similar fashion to mine.

Mum is in the kitchen. I kiss her `good morning' and explain that Will and
I will eat when we get back from the beach because we shouldn't swim on a
full stomach. She smiles at my repetition of her instruction when I was a
child. My motives are more directed by urgency than safety.

"Can we talk later?" she asks quietly. "It's important."

"Sure, Mum. Maybe after breakfast?" I know that I can't keep putting off
the inevitable. As Uncle Bill said about `stuff' yesterday, it's best to
get it over and done with. At least this will minimise the stress of
anticipation. I'll just have to deal with the consequences. I just can't
imagine why she can't let it go. I'm gay. End of story. All of the `Spanish
Inquisition' questions are personal, surely! Does she want to give me the
`safety' talk? Isn't that a Dad's task for his son?

She receives a `Good morning, Aunty Susan' kiss from Will and we head
straight to the door.

The smell of salt spray as we cross the road to the beach is
invigorating. The occasional wave thumps noisily onto the shore as it
breaks more heavily than most. The light morning breeze tempers the
emerging heat of the still-early sunshine. The topmost sand is already
heating up but, as I dig in with my toes, that which is deeper down is
refreshingly cool and damp. We place our towels far enough from the water
so that they will be safe from any rogue waves.

While the majority of surfers are about 200m away, enjoying the largest
breaks, our four new friends are right here, where we were yesterday,
obviously minimising the risk of us missing one another. Will and I wave to
them. They respond by waving back and begin catching waves back to the
beach.

I quickly perceive that everyone's wearing Speedos today. There's something
about them that stirs a guy's heart and his groin, isn't there? Joey has
his green and white ones and Andy his multi-coloureds from
yesterday. However, Simon and Luke have traded their boardies for the more
revealing material - Simon's are bright red; Luke's are navy blue.

As they exit the water, their Speedos cling, revealing the outlines of
everything - bumps, biggies, balls, and even bum cracks as they bend over
to pick up their boards.

They all come to us, undo their leg straps, drop their boards and give us
each a high-five and either a good pat on the back or the bum. No prizes
for guessing what Will decides to pat back! Or me! LOL.

Simon doesn't seem to be in the least embarrassed by his full erection
pressing outwards and upwards to the left.

The swells are larger than yesterday. Perfect! It's agreed that we will
`freestyle' for a while then have some fun with tandems again before we hit
the showers. Joey shows Will how to do a 360 which he practises until he
looks as though he's been doing them for years. My attempts are not always
100% successful. Actually, about 50%. Would you believe 25%? That's 25% of
a 360. LOL.

Will's having fun and I'm loving just watching him enjoy himself, so far
away from life in The Village.

During the tandems, not one of the guys complains about my stiffness in
their crack, nor do I when they reciprocate.

Even though we have all ridden on each other, the younger two, Andy & Joey,
seem to pair off, as do Luke & Will and Simon & I, for multiple `runs'
together.

There is no mistaking the frotting that is going on between Simon and
me. On one run, his cock is wedged firmly into my crack and I can feel him
pushing hard. His mouth is near my ear. "Tom, do you and Will want to come
to my place after about 9:30? Both my parents will be at work. Luke can
come too. He lives next door to me, up there." He points to a high-rise
almost directly behind Mum and Dad's place. "You get a great view from the
balcony. We're on the 15th floor. I have some really `sick' computer
games. We can play together in pairs, if you like." He tells me his unit
number.

I think of the various pairs and games that we could play, both on and off
the computer! I'm sure that Will won't mind. Am I nuts? He'll love them -
both sorts! I speak for both of us and say that we'll come up about
10:00. By then, Mum will have said her piece and a bit of fun will help me
to get over whatever it is that she feels compelled to burden me with!

As we hit the sand, we head straight for the showers. Will and Luke are
already naked with their backs to the bench, and us, and washing
themselves. `Nice pair of butts!' I think to myself. Luke's is rounder;
Will has more defined muscle.

I slip off my Speedos, rinse them under the shower and hang them on a
peg. Simon does likewise, and we return to the showers to remove the
sand. While I have a semi, Simon is rigid. Both Will and Luke are somewhere
in between.

Without asking, Simon takes a cupped hand of liquid soap and begins to wash
my back, then lower back, then lower! I hadn't thought that my sandy crack
needed that much attention!

By the time that Joey and young Andy come in, Will and Luke are washing
each other - all over. I have my back to Simon as he continues `cleaning'
me. My bobbing cock appears to have the effect of beckoning the two younger
boys. They step under the spray. Young Andy stands face to face with me and
pops his multi-coloured Speedos over his spike which, when given its
freedom, jumps to vertical against his flat young stomach. Joey starts
washing his back.

Andy sheepishly asks me, "Tom, can I wash it for you?" looking nervously
from my cock to my face.

"Sure, buddy." I reply. How could I say `no'? He squirts some soap into his
hand and tentatively takes hold, with both hands. The velvety softness of
his young hands, together with the soap, feels incredibly stimulating. My
cock responds by jumping with each of Andy's downward strokes.

His expression seems to be a combination of absolute delight with a tinge
of guilt at causing such a reaction. I wish that Will could capture his
young teenage face on paper.

"Nice one, dude!" Joey says to him, looking over Andy's shoulder at the
action and seeing the pleasure on my face. "Wanna swap places?"

Andy replies, "No way Joey! I saw it first." Then he reaches behind himself
with one hand and grabs Joey's nuts. Joey's hips rapidly draw back as his
chest bends forward, in a self-preservation reflex. I can tell from the
look on his face that he is planning to retaliate.

"Guys!" I intervene. "Fun is good. Pain is not. Joey, why don't you come
around to my side and I'll wash your back while Andy's doing my front. He
thinks for a moment, smirks and then moves and leans so that his young hard
cock is against my thigh. I reach for some soap then one-handedly rub up
and down his back and butt, occasionally slipping my middle finger along
his crack. He starts humping my leg, like a pet dog, yet tentatively. I
reach for more soap, move a little so that I can lather up his cock and
balls and then pull him against myself again. He understands my permission
and keeps humping, but with more confidence and obviously deriving more
pleasure.

Simon whispers in my ear, "I'll catch up with you later. I'll leave you
with these two." He turns to join Will and Luke.

Andy looks and Joey and the fun that he is having; his eyes narrow and his
lips purse in an expression of both envy and pique. "Hey, don't worry," I
encourage him, taking his spike and balls gently in my other soapy hand,
you can swap with him if you want."

"No, thanks. I'm happy." Andy chirps. He copies every movement that I make
on his body, sliding his hands up and down my cock in sync with my own
actions on him, fondles my boar balls when I jiggle his bantam eggs and
even sticks his hand between my legs when I extend my middle finger under
his balls.

I decide that it's time for them to swap, so I try a bit of
psychology. "Hey, Andy, for a young guy, you're pretty good at this." He
grins broadly as I force my cock to twitch in his hands a couple of times,
then I continue, "And you're probably as good as Joey, or better maybe. But
how can I judge between you? Maybe he is, after all."

"I'll bet he's not!" young Andy shoots back haughtily. Aha, I've got him!
He cockily says, "Hey Joey, get over here. Swap places, NOW!" Joey looks at
me and gives me a huge `thank you' grin.

"OK. Everyone take a handful of soap!" They do. Me too.

Young Andy grabs hold of me and immediately starts humping my leg. In
return I wash his back, massage his buns and run my finger up and down his
crack. He's humming, or is that purring?. He reminds me a lot of
Kurt. Their butts are similar but what Andy lacks in Kurt's girth, he
exceeds him in length - but not by too much.

Joey relishes being able to play openly with my cock, and it's obvious that
he has a pair of experienced wanking hands. If I let him continue, I'm
going to spurt for sure. I don't want to blow - not yet, and I'd rather the
older boys all wait until later too.

"OK, guys. Time to go. Rinse off! Maybe more tomorrow, eh?"

Andy pipes up, "So, who is better, Joey or me?"

Ever trying to be diplomatic, I reply, "I'm not sure buddy. Can I make a
decision after you both try again tomorrow?" Both Andy's and Joey's faces
stretch to enormous grins. They speak in hushed tones and then high-five
each other.

We rinse off the soap, put our togs on, grab our boards and leave. Simon
whispers, "Till 10 o'clock!"

"Unit 1503." I reply. He nods, then he and Luke take off at a run, with
young Andy striving to catch up, laughing and jumping as they all head in a
similar direction to Will and me.

Joey heads in the opposite direction. I turn to see where he's going. He's
watching us, and waves. I wave back, then he turns and runs.

As we head home at a more leisurely pace than the three in front of us,
Will questions me, "Tom, from what I saw, you really enjoyed letting those
two young guys soap you up and play with your cock, and you enjoyed playing
with them too, didn't you?"

It sounds like an accusation more than a question, and I immediately feel
pangs of guilt as I contemplate what I have done and allowed. If a cop or a
council ranger had walked in on us, I would have been a `gonner'. End of
career. Criminal record.

"OMG, Will. I'm so sorry! I got so carried away that I wasn't thinking. I
know that it's wrong, but..."

He cuts me off. "Hey, Tom, lighten up! What I was going to say was, have
you noticed how much young Andy looks like Karl and Kurt, apart from their
hair colour? Knowing how much Kurt fancies you, do you think that you and
he.. you know... might possibly have a bit of fun together, if I do the
same with Karl?"

I'll give him this, Will doesn't beat around the bush!

"And I suppose that you noticed how much Joey is like Jake?" I reply, a
little more at ease than a moment ago.

"Yep, even his low hangers remind me of Jake's," Will jokes.

"Will, there is something that I've been meaning to talk with you about,
and it's probably best that I do it before we go to Simon's place, because
it sort of involves him and Luke, given how friendly they appear to be with
us."

"Tom, there's something that I've been thinking about too. Does yours have
anything to do with what you and I do with other people?"

"Right on, little brother! That's exactly it." I reply. I'm amazed
sometimes at how we can be on the same wavelength.

"So, what do you reckon?" he asks me first before I can put it to him. Then
he continues, "Would you be upset if I wanted to do that? Because, if you
didn't like that, I wouldn't do it!"

"Will, bro, let's not make any promises that we can't keep. We both know
that we have a lot of fun with other guys, and I suspect that there will be
some of that in the privacy of Simon's place. I know that you enjoy playing
with Karl, and your face was absolutely glowing after the time that you
spent with `horse-boy' Sam at the motel. And I've seen how much fun you've
had with these guys at the beach. I would never deny you those pleasures,
but..."

Will cuts in, "Tom, what I feel with you is different to just having fun
with them. The chemistry is different. The magnetism is different. And
don't you enjoy playing with other guys too?"

"Yes, Will. You're right. And I want each of us to be able to have fun,
however, what I was going to say and ask was, how do you feel about `going
all the way' with another guy?" There is a short silence. We look at each
other. I'm sure that he's thought about it before now.

He replies, "Tom, I don't really feel the need to do that with any of
them. Playing is different. Going all the way is something special between
you and me. I don't think of it as mucking around with you. It's part of
the chemistry, part of the `bro' thing, it's how I love you and share my
whole body with you.

Then, smirking that very suggestive smirk that he does when he's thinking
`sex', he adds, "but I'd love to jack Luke off or give him a bj. And maybe
let him give me one, too."

"I'm glad to hear you say that, Will."

"What? You're glad that I'd like to swap bjs with Luke?" he cuts in

"No, smart alec! I'm glad that you feel that all-the-way sex is just for us
alone. I wouldn't mind betting that Simon and I get bjs too." I smirk at
him. He smirks at me. We do our `secret' handshake, as if to say, `let's go
for it!' "Let's have fun but do it safely. So, no `screwing', no `doing',
no `stuffing' and no `fucking' with other guys then. Are we agreed?"

"Hell, yeh!" is said with great enthusiasm, possibly at the realisation of
freedom within an agreed boundary. "I'm all yours for that, Thomas." And he
mockingly pokes out his tongue at the bold use of my full name.

As we walk up our front steps I suddenly recall the agreed rendezvous with
Mum. I take the last two paces much slower. Will notices the change of pace
and looks into my eyes. "Are you OK, Tom? One moment we were happy about
going to see Simon and Luke and now you look like you did before the
meeting with your parents to tell them you are gay. What just happened?"

"It's just that Mum has told me that she wants to discuss something
important and I'm not looking forward to it." My mind again goes through
the possible reasons for mum wanting to talk to me alone.

Is there something that she has against me being with Will? It couldn't be!
She likes him. So do Amelia and Dad. Is there something that I need to know
about Uncle Bill, my biological father? What? Suspense kills me! I don't
like surprises, especially unpleasant ones. I take Will's hand and squeeze
it for my own comfort and to bolster my courage as we enter the house. It
is eerily silent. No TV. None of the usual music from Sis's room. No
clatter in the kitchen.

"Mum?" I call. No answer. Then I spot a note propped behind two custard
tarts on the kitchen bench. She knows how to get my attention all right!
Reading a note is better than talking to her. It says, `Thomas, I forgot
that Amelia and I had arranged to go shopping with Auntie Doris and
Karen. Back after lunch. Talk then. Love, Mum'

A temporary reprieve, but she still wants to talk, and today! At least
visiting Simon and Luke should help me to pass the time, pleasantly. Then I
remember Karen. Ah, yes, the supposed girlfriend-back-home story that I
used to get Anna, Marty's sister, to leave me alone. I remember telling
Will that she was my cousin. She's actually Mum's cousin. She's Amelia's
and my second cousin. We have no first cousins. Well, Amelia does, now - my
brother, William O'Brien-Grant

"Coffee or lemonade?" I ask Will. "I prefer coffee with a custard tart," I
say as I flip the switch on the jug to `on'.

"Coffee sounds good. Thanks. But I've never had a custard tart. Are they
nice?"

"Did you like Jake's apple pie?"

"Yep. It was great!"

"Then you will love this. Mum gets cakes and pastries from a little Asian
cake and bread shop in the mall. Fresh every morning. She must have been
out once today already. Oh, she and Amelia have gone shopping with my Great
Aunty Doris and my second cousin, Karen."

I pause to see if the penny drops. "Cousin Karen." I repeat and again wait,
looking at him as though expecting a light bulb to switch on.

Then it does! "Your cousin Karen, who is supposed to be your girlfriend?"
he asks, gathering pace as he remembers the conversation. "Will I get to
meet her? At least I can tell the kids that I've met her. And maybe one of
those double-cheek greetings too, then I can tell them that she kissed
me. That will stir them all up!"

"Maybe." I reply. "It could be fun to watch their expressions when you tell
them that - especially Karl, who suggested that it would be funny if she
couldn't tell us apart."

Will makes short work of his custard tart then wets his finger to pick up
every last crumb of pastry. "Didn't like it, eh?" I joke.

"Hell, yeh!" he says. "I mean, Hell, no! I mean... whatever! That was so
delicious. I'll have to have some more of those before I go home." I laugh
at his enthusiasm. Just one more thing that we have in common!

I suggest to Will that we should shower properly before heading over to
Simon's place. "Soap and deodorant can't hurt. Who knows where their noses
could end up." He laughs and heads upstairs.

If it weren't for the fact that I'm expecting some naked frolicking and
happy endings with Simon and Luke, I would jump into the shower with
Will. But I suggest to him that we `clean up' separately, to which Will
playfully pouts. He showers while I brush my teeth - really - with
toothbrush and toothpaste.

I still bone up at the sight of his glorious body - firm and yet youthful;
flawless and defined. I don't know which I want to fondly more - his firm,
round and still-hairless balls, or his cock (a slightly larger version of
my own), or his butt cheeks - alluringly squeezable and kissable and
partable.

"Hey! What are you perving at?" he smirks, noticing the interest of both my
eyes and cock. Then he adds, "I can see why you'd better not come in here,
because we'd never make it to Simon's."

"OK," I laugh, "although the thought had crossed my mind. I'll wait outside
and whatever we don't do with Simon and Luke we can make up for tonight."

"Hell yeh!" he shouts, pumping his fist, knowing that apart from the two of
us, the house is completely empty.

For fun we dress identically in CK underwear, shorts, T-shirt and thongs. I
had previously wondered why anyone would ever call them `flip flops' until
I heard Sis and some of her friends clumping around our pool area one
afternoon. Now `thongs' seems to be the misnomer.

The way I figure it, Simon's place must be one of those multistorey blocks
almost directly behind ours. We head out of the gate, make three right-hand
turns and we're there in no more than two minutes. `Very convenient!' I
think to myself.

Entry to the building is protected by a security intercom. I press `1503',
speak briefly with Simon, and I hear the front door unlock with a loud
click. Will and I enter and the door slams shut behind us. The foyer is
neat, tidy and unpretentious - a small palm provides a splash of green,
surrounded by the fawns and tans of paint and tiles.  We take the elevator
to the 15th floor with rooms 1501 - 1504 indicated to the right which,
according to my sense of direction, should take us to the side facing the
ocean. I'm about to knock when Simon opens the door. He's wearing his red
speedos, tented. He shakes my hand and then gives me a hug.

"Welcome. Come in." he says politely. Will gets the same treatment.

We walk down a corridor, with bedrooms and bathrooms off to the right, and
emerge into a large living area incorporating kitchen, dining and lounge
(all of which remind me of Marty's place). Luke is here. More handshakes
and hugs.

Through the glass doors I can see from the lounge to the balcony and then
the sea beyond.

"Wow!" I exclaim. "You were right. Nice view!"

Simon ushers us to the balcony and we take in the vista - sea, beach,
houses and apartments. He comments, "You can see for miles from up here,"
indicating both north and south.

The local views aren't bad either," he adds, pointing downwards and
sweeping his hand across a number of houses, many of which have pools in
their backyards. "Some of these people even skinny dip. I don't know
whether they think nobody can see them or they just don't care." I look
down at my own pool and suddenly realise that Simon could even be speaking
about me! With all of the family out, some of my friends and I used to swim
naked regularly and have a bit of private fun to boot. I say nothing. Will
looks down and, recognising our house, is about to say something, but I
catch his eye and give him the `H' sign.

He closes his mouth but looks at me inquisitively. "Later!" I mouth to
him. I have to know what Simon has seen! "So, what stuff do you see you
down there?" I ask him, indicating a couple of houses with pools in the
opposite direction to mine.

He's happy to share what he's seen. "Mostly, people just swim, have
barbecues, play with the kids and dogs, but some do like to take their
clothes off. That house has a man and woman, probably about 30, who are
always naked and always `going at it' in the pool, sometimes on the pool
steps and sometimes they do it on the sun lounge.

She has big tits and he's got a long cock, even when it's not stiff. I
don't need porn to wank to. I just watch them. My dad says that I shouldn't
watch them, but I've seen him having a good look too!" He mentions a couple
of other houses. Nothing extraordinary. Then he points to my place, "And
THAT house just below us has a man, woman, girl and a teenage guy. Boy, is
he hot! I can rarely see his face, mostly just the top of his head and his
dick when it sticks out. He used to have other guys over - usually one or
two at a time and you wouldn't believe what we've seen him do, eh Luke?" he
asks, turning to his friend for confirmation.

"Too right!" Luke adds, "Simon and I learnt a lot from watching them." Two
things cross my mind - how embarrassing and how ironic! These guys, with
whom Will and I are about to muck around, have gained a lot of their
knowledge from watching me and some of my mates playing. I'm glad he
doesn't go into details in front of Will. Unfortunately, my horny little
brother isn't satisfied with that snippet of information. Smirking
malevolently at me, but directing the question to Luke, he asks, "What
exactly did you see them doing?" My heart sinks.

Well, there were a number of different guys but many of them seemed to be
regulars. They'd start by just swimming naked then start fooling around,
like playing tag and grabbing each other's cock. Then they'd just settle
down to playing with each other and wanking each other."

"What? In the water?" Will asks.

Simon cuts in, "Yes, but sometimes they would lie on the deck and do it."

"Is that all?" Will asks, fishing for more. Thinking of other things that I
used to do, I really hope that Simon stops here!

"Hell, no!" Luke says. "The good stuff was when they started sucking each
other - sometimes taking turns and occasionally at the same time - you know
69-ing.

Simon adds, "And I loved it when they'd wrestle and lie on one another. I
never actually saw them fucking, but they certainly pretended to, just like
us playing tandem on the body boards, eh Tom?" Hs mention of my name brings
me back to reality, and I am thankful now for never having gone all the way
with anyone, but recall many fun sessions of jacking, sucking and frotting
with a few selected mates from high school and college. Then he adds, "but
I haven't seen him for months. He and his friends seem to have dropped off
the planet."

I have to cut in. "OK guys. You've got me horny now," indicating the front
of my shorts.

"Me too," adds Will.

"You're not alone." Simon laughs, pointing to the front of Luke's and his
Speedos. "Do you want to ditch some of your clothes? You look way
over-dressed."

Will immediately loses his shirt and shorts, revealing a very tented pair
of CKs. How can I not do the same? And bare-footed.

Luke heads for Will and tentatively touches Will's erection, then takes
hold of it. Will reciprocates and begins to rub Luke's shaft through the
material. Simon says, "Not out here, guys! Let's go inside." He offers us
lemonade which we accept.

Luke and Will settle onto the lounge and are `exploring' one another. It's
only moments before their hands are inside each other's pants.

Simon and I are standing in the kitchen area, still able to see the
others. He moves so close to me that our cocks are brushing each other's
leg. It just comes naturally that we both reach down and begin fondling
each other. He then pushes his Speedos to the floor, so I drop my CKs as
well. Two rampant erections!

It's different playing with him `dry' and not in the surf or the
shower. His hand on my cock feels really good and then it becomes very
slippery. I always was good at producing pre-cum!

"Hmm. Shouldn't waste that!" he says and immediately drops to one knee and
licks my cock head before enveloping it totally in his mouth and commencing
some slow sucking. I groan in pleasure. As I back against the kitchen bench
for support, Simon reaches around and cups my bum cheeks in his hands, and
rubs over them. He feels my crack but doesn't push into it. I let out
another moan as he takes me deeper into his mouth and sucks hard as he
withdraws.

"What are you guys doing?" Luke asks. I turn my upper body and look over my
shoulder to see that he and Will have their pants off, reclining on the
lounge with their legs stretched out in front of them and are jacking each
other.

"Just enjoying a lollipop!" Simon replies.

Will and I just smile at each other, then he returns to concentrating on
Luke.

Despite enjoying the feel of Simon's mouth, I don't want to cum too
quickly. I tap him on the shoulder. "Swap." I simply say.

He stands and I kneel. He's leaking too. I place his cock head on my tongue
and then, with one finger I `milk' him from under his balls, all the way to
the top. I take his head into my mouth and spread his pre-cum over it with
my tongue. Then I surprise him by taking his whole length into my mouth and
the upper part of my throat.

"Shit!" he lets escape. "That feels fantastic!" I pull back then swallow
him again. He groans loudly.

"What?" Luke asks.

"Mate, you've gotta learn to do this!" he replies, followed by a squeal of
ecstasy when I do it again.

Suddenly, Luke and Will appear and watch as I suck him right in.

"Wow!" exclaims Luke. "What does that feel like?"

I motion Luke towards us, and I look up at Simon. He grins and nods. I
release Simon and reach for Luke's cock, give him a couple of preliminary
sucks, then take him in too.

"Fuck!" he cries out, and holds my head while I continue. Then he turns to
Will and asks, "Can you do this too?"

"I can always try," he replies, "or practise `till I get it right."
Everyone laughs.

With Simon and Luke standing alongside each other, Will and I service them
together. We keep glancing at each other and smirking. I couldn't have
imagined yesterday, that he and I would be doing this today!

With both guys `on the boil', Simon alerts me first. "Gonna cum!" he
rasps. I decide to give him another thrill. I grasp his butt and hold him
close so that he can't pull out of my mouth. "Tom! I'm cumming! Look out!"
he cries with some desperation. I take all of him as he shudders and holds
my head for support. Allowing for his increased sensitivity, I gently suck
him dry and clean his cock before releasing him. He continues to hold me
while he tries to recover his stability and breathing.

"That was gross!" he says, "but it felt bloody fantastic. My best orgasm
ever, I reckon!"

We hear, "Gonna spurt, Will." I don't know if Luke's expecting the same
treatment, but Will pulls off him, stands, and jerks him to completion,
allowing it to spurt onto his own cock and pubes, then he uses that as lube
to jerk himself off, all over Luke's stomach. It runs down into his pubic
hair and dribbles beyond.

"That leaves just you, Tom." Simon says, as if he needs to remind me! He
reaches for some of the cum on Luke's body, spreads it down my cock and
massages me. I shudder with every downstroke. I warn him when I'm far
enough gone that it's impossible to stop. I'm not sure what he's going to
do with it. He wraps his arms around my body and pulls us together. I feel
my cock throb and spurt between our stomachs, and I can feel the hot
stickiness begin to run down, even reaching my thigh.

"Wow!" is all that Simon can say.

"We need to shower, man," Luke prompts him. We head for the bathroom and do
an encore performance of washing each other at the beach. Even with a
double-sized shower, it's crowded. Delightfully! `Many hands make light
work.'

We clean up, thank each other profusely, finish our lemonade and declare
our wish to get together again. Simon and I swap mobile phone numbers. Will
doesn't have a phone (something that I need to remedy), so I take Luke's
details as well.

When we get home, the house is still empty. Will and I go through to the
deck at the back. There is something that I want to check out. I look
upwards towards Simon's place and can clearly see him and Luke leaning on
the balcony railing. I had never noticed people up there previously.

I put my phone on the outdoor table, strip naked and tell Will to do the
same. We step to the edge of the pool and wave our arms to attract their
attention. After a few moments they acknowledge us. Will and I hold each
other's cock with one hand and wave with the other.

I soon hear the message tone on my phone. It's from Simon's number and it
reads `OMG. It's U!!!'




To be continued...

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