Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2014 21:51:10 +1100
From: Robert A. Armstrong <rob.aa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Schoolie - Chapter 26

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 25


Will runs with his board to join Joey, paddling out. It's funny watching
him being swamped as the waves crash over him on his first two attempts at
getting out there. Timing is everything!

He makes it to where Joey is lying on his board, with not much more than
his head visible above the water. I can see their two bobbing heads appear
and disappear between successive waves.

I hear Simon call out and turn towards the sound of his voice. However,
just as I take my eyes off Joey and Will, I catch a glimpse of something
that sends chills up my spine. What was that? I look again, but it is
gone. I thought that I saw, in the second wave behind them, a large, dark
shape... with a fin!

They disappear again as the next wave passes over them and obscures them
from my sight.

Then I hear a scream; a blood-curdling, heart-stopping shriek. I recognise
the voice immediately as Will's.

Then, as that wave subsides, I see only one head. I am frozen in fear.



Chapter 26

My initial reaction, almost ashamedly, is to ascertain whose head I am
seeing - Will's or Joey's - and whose I am not.

I recognise the solo swimmer, and observe as he thrashes about to catch a
wave to make it to the safety of the beach. As the next surge of water
uplifts his body and board, the dark shape reappears. Will screams again as
the animal surges clear of the water directly next to him, close enough to
brush against his body.

Almost hysterically, from the release of my tension and fear, my laughter
erupts as I recognise the shape as a playful dolphin, but Will's face is
still distorted in terror.

This week is the first time, ever, that Will has been in the surf. It's not
surprising that he has no experience or understanding of dolphins. I can't
blame him for thinking that he was being attacked by a shark. After all,
that was my own immediate reaction.

And what has happened to Joey? Suddenly his head pops from beneath the
water, his mouth expelling a spray of water. Then he calls ecstatically,
"Did you see them? Did you see the baby?" It is only then that I become
aware of the other fins, including a small one - all having their own fun
surfing the waves just as the boys had been doing.

I head for the water's edge as Will makes it to a depth where he can run,
or stumble onto the beach. In his frenzied haste he trips, entangled by his
board's leg strap, and falls onto the sand, panting noticeably but
continuing to crawl and scramble as quickly as he can away from the realm
of the fins.

I intercept him and he climbs the security of my body, like a goanna
seeking the safety of a tall gum tree. He is trembling. And crying. And
clinging to me tighter than to any juvenile security blanket after a bad
dream.

Over Will's shoulder I see that Joey is having fun with the family of
dolphins. He turns right and so do they. He shoots off the top of a wave
and the dolphins arch out of the water, almost in unison with him.

I turn 180 degrees so that, looking beyond me, Will may take in the
incredible oneness of man and animal. His grip slowly relaxes and his
crying and sobbing morph into grunts of relief and chuckles of pleasure.

Turning again so that I am partially sideways to Will, and facing the same
direction, I put one arm across his chest, the other around his back and I
rest my linked hands on his opposite shoulder. He hugs me, with both arms
encircling my body.

"Hey, you two!" I hear Simon call, mocking the voice of some agent of
authority as the three guys get close to us. "Hey, this is a public
beach. What are you doing with that man?"

There is an unspoken understanding between Will and me. We turn, as one,
and counter with, "Fuck off, Simon!"

He takes it in good humour then with Luke and Andy, all three head for the
waves to join Joey and the frisky pod of dolphins.

Will and I are content just to stand and hold each other, simply enjoying
both the security and warmth of the other, content to witness the spectacle
in the waves.

He bursts into tears again, sobbing, "I was scared Tom. Shit scared, that I
was gonna die and that I would never see you or be able to hold you again."

"Me too, buddy. In the instant after I heard your scream and feared that a
shark had taken you, my heart almost burst to a stop, and my life felt
instantly empty and meaningless. I can't even begin to explain the pain
that I felt."

Words are no longer necessary. Will leans towards me and gives me a smooch
on the cheek. I respond by kissing him passionately on the neck, broken
only by the whoops and cheers from the guys in the surf. I give them `the
bird' and kiss my dear brother, and lover, again.

"Do you want to go and join in the fun with Flipper and his family?" I ask
Will, expecting that he would. "This is a pretty rare thing to happen, you
know."

"Nah, thanks. I've had enough excitement for the moment," he replies. We
stand together, as one, and watch.

After about ten minutes, the dolphins leave as suddenly as they had
appeared, and the guys all head for the beach. It's difficult to understand
four concurrent descriptions of their pleasure as they simultaneously tell
Will and me about their thrills.

Eventually, a semblance of normal conversation returns. As the others
continue talking, Joey and Andy whisper to each other and then front up to
me, Joey foremost. I know what's coming, but I decide to let them raise the
unresolved issue of their `competition' to determine who is better at
thrilling my body in the showers.

Joey begins, "Umm, Tom? Do you remember what you said yesterday?" He
appears very nervous.

I'm cruel because I want to hear him say the words. "What was that I said,
Joey?"

He glances to Andy, off to one side, for an injection of confidence. "You
know. When Andy and I were, umm, washing you."

"Yes, I remember you washing me. Remind me what I said, exactly."

Andy jumps in, "See! I told you that he wouldn't let us do it!"

I wink at Joey with my eye opposite to Andy, so that only Joey can see. He
smiles.

"Do what, Andy?" I tease. Joey is smirking, but Andy can't see what I can
see.

"Just fucking forget it! I'm going back in the water." Then he mumbles
something about all adults being just the same. He grabs his board and
glances at me with a look of disappointment, even a contemptuous sneer, on
his face.

Whoa! I think I've pushed this far enough, maybe too far, already. "So
you're happy to just let Joey wash me today? That means that he'll be the
winner for sure. You don't want a turn? I thought that you had a good
chance of winning, too." I wink again at Joey. He's beaming.

Andy backtracks pretty quickly. "Hey, I didn't say that I didn't want to
wash your... umm... I thought that you weren't going to let us do it."

"Why would I not let you do what I said you could do?"

"Well, mum's new boyfriend is always promising stuff, but he's a liar!"

"What do you mean?" I ask, a little ill at ease with this new revelation.

"He says that I can do stuff to him if I let him do stuff to me, but he
never lets me do it."

"What does he do to you?"

Then he becomes much quieter. "I can't tell you. He'll hurt me if I
tell. And he says that he'll hurt my mum real bad too."

I make a mental note to find out what the bf has been doing to Andy and
determine to, somehow, make him pay, if I can avoid getting Will and me
into trouble too. I hope it's not what I'm thinking. "OK, Andy. I don't
want to get you or your mum hurt. Let's drop it - for now." His smile
appears to be more from relief than anything else.

Will, Simon and Luke strip off their Speedos and shower quickly - more of a
quick rinse - then sit on the bench to watch Joey and Andy compete for the
prize ofthe spitting cobra. All are showing signs of arousal. "Who's going
first?" I ask the two young'n's.

"Me!" Joey shouts, and he jumps in front of me. He tells Andy to go and sit
with the others and to "watch the master", and receives a `you wish!' in
response.

Joey's soapy hands and deft touch soon have me hard. I give his balls and
cock some encouragement too. He's good! He does a couple of things that
make me shudder with pleasure. I whisper, "Where did you learn to do that?"

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you!" he whispers back, smirking, and
enjoying the private exchange.

After a couple of minutes we hear Andy call, "OK. My turn!" I would have
been happy to let Joey finish me off, but concede that fair is fair - well,
Joey's got me all stirred up; hopefully Andy will do the rest.

"Thanks!" I whisper to Joey as he rinses his hands under the shower, then
smirks at me and heads for the bench.

All the other guys have their hands wrapped around their cocks, and are
moving them `playfully'.

Andy smiles at me as he soaps up his hands. I ruffle his hair. "Go on!" I
encourage him. He starts tentatively as though he is exploring my body bits
for the first time.

As he becomes more comfortable and adventurous by rubbing over my cock
head, I show signs of excitement, already half-way there. I run my fingers
up and down his crack, feeling for his hole. When I touch it, he backs away
a little and moves almost behind me. He grips my shaft from around my body
and then starts jerking it vigorously.

"Nice," I whisper, then decide to see whether he'll volunteer any
information. In a very low voice near his ear I ask, "Does mum's boyfriend
to this to you?"

"Yes," he whispers back without missing a beat. Our hushed conversation
continues.

"And more?"

"Yes."

"Do you do this to him?"

"He won't let me."

I pause. "OK. Keep going. You're doing great!"

My groans alert Joey to the possibility that he'd better work on me again
before it's too late. He gets off the bench, stiffy in hand and joins Andy
and me. None of the other three has erupted - yet.

"Move over, Andy," Joey says, nudging him.

"I think he's getting close," Andy replies. "I wanna finish him off."

"So do I."

Encouragement from me. "Guys, why don't you both grab a hold. I'm gonna cum
any time now." Joey works on my head, Andy on my shaft. Both guys take
turns at jiggling my balls. I feel a body behind me press his rod between
the length of my cheeks. Simon and Luke watch on from the bench.

I say to Joey and Andy, "OK. Slow down, but hang on. Don't let go." Will
runs his cock up and down my crack and I feel my eruption coming. But
first, Will bathes my back in his own hot wetness. It pushes me over the
edge.

I take hold of both Joey's and Andy's hands and let them feel me throb and
blow. I steer my hose so that each of their bodies receives at least one
blast of my cum. "Thank you both," I say, rubbing their bodies front and
back.

As things `quieten down', I ask, "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?"

"Hell, yeh!" Will says from behind me.

"Hell, yeh!" Joey and Andy echo.

"Hell, yeh!" Simon and Luke chorus, laughing.

"So, who won?" Andy asks, hopefully, still wanting a decision.

What can I say? "You are both so good. How can I choose? Each one was
different and I enjoyed both. It's a tie!" They both groan.

Then, looking at the bench, I call, "Hey, you two, get over here. We need
to decide this."

I propose that Andy perform his ministrations on Simon while Joey pleasures
Luke. The young one who makes his partner shoot first will be declared the
winner. No-one is averse to my proposal. Joey and Luke give each other a
big grin. There is some unspoken connection between these two! I also
suggest the possibility that Will could stimulate Andy while I do the same
to Joey.

New soap all round!

I overhear Luke whisper to Joey, "OK, mate, just like usual."

Will is content to simply fondle Andy while the little guy pumps Simon
vigorously - just as he did to me.

I stand behind Joey and reach around him, only to find Luke's hand there
ahead of mine. I rest my hand on Luke's and feel what he's doing to Joey,
who is copying Luke's actions onto him. I can tell instantly that they've
done this together more than once!

Joey, to my surprise, reaches behind himself, takes hold of my
now-semi-flaccid member and urges me closer. When I move, he releases me
and leans his cute, firm butt back against me. As he moves forward again, I
move with him. I can feel the synchronicity between him and Luke.

In a matter of only moments apart, both Luke and Joey explode onto each
other. "Winner!" Joey shouts.

I enjoy the physical connection with Joey as he shudders. He leans his body
fully back onto me as if seeking post-euphoric support. I'm happy to
provide it. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close to me.

Luke washes the white streaks off his own body, and Joey's.

Young Andy, with Will behind him, brings Simon to an eruptive conclusion,
who then returns the favour, although Andy's spurts are fewer in number.

The language recesses of my brain dredge up the word for a group of six
together - sextet - and I think, `how appropriate!' and smile.

Everyone is satisfied. Everyone is cleaned up. Everyone leaves in high
spirits.

Joey heads southward. The rest of us walk in the opposite direction. Will
walks between Simon and Luke, chatting happily. I hold back a little with
Andy.

"Andy, are you OK with what we just did?" I ask quietly.

"Yeh. Why?" he replies.

"Well, I respect what you shared with me about your mum's boyfriend and
just wanted to check that we didn't do anything that upset you. That's
all."

"No. It's all good. Thanks, Tom. You guys are different to him. It's fun
with you. I don't enjoy stuff with him, especially when he..." Then he
stops mid-sentence.

"It's OK." I say, giving him a quick one-armed shoulder hug. "You don't
have to tell me. But if ever you need to talk, I want you to know that I'm
here for you, OK?"

"Thanks, Tom, but I don't want him to hurt my mum."

"Like I said, I'll be here if you need me." My mind returns to the day when
Will shared his `family secret' with me, and I empathise with Andy's
unspoken pain. I just hope that it's not too serious.

We cross at the traffic lights. The three guys continue straight
ahead. Will and I turn right for home.

As we approach the house, I see Karen's car drive off.

We enter and Mum says, "If you two want to shower, I'll put on some
breakfast for you." She's in a good mood. Karen's information must have
been positive.

"Thank you, Aunty Susan," Will calls, heading for the stairs.

"Yes, thank you, Mum," I say, giving her a lingering hug. "Is everything
OK?"

"Yes, I think it's going to be fine, Thomas. I'll tell you everything a bit
later. Now go and get rid of that salty smell." I hope that it's only sea
water that she can smell.

I, too, head for the stairs. This shower will be different to the one at
the beach. It won't be just the hotter water or the mildly-scented soap or
the creamy shampoo and conditioner. I think, `maybe!' LOL

I quietly re-close my bedroom door as I enter. Will's Speedos are on the
floor just short of the bathroom and I can hear water running.

I pause at the bathroom doorway, then take a half step backwards, so as to
watch Will without (hopefully) being seen by him.

My senses draw in his perfection.

I see his lean and sculptured musculature - his arms, his pecs, his abs,
his thighs, his back. But, most of all, his backside - perfectly formed and
muscled with firmness and dimples in exactly the right places. His muscles
contract with every movement, and my heart thumps.

What is it about him, I ponder, that is so much more exciting than simply
looking at my own posing reflection in a mirror? We are so physically
similar, yet different.

His penis and testicles, framed by his dark curly pubic hair, are not so
dissimilar to mine. Our faces, height, and frame are enough alike to
identify us as brothers, perhaps even fraternal twins. But his
now-manly-featured face still has a flush of youthful innocence about it.

Then, as I watch him, it dawns on me. I get it! I glimpse his soul and
personality which create the magnetism and love that I feel for him - the
very things that he is able to capture of people in his portraits of
them. His ability to see past the physical makes him the wonder that he is,
and I am thankful for this brief `flash' of insight to the deeper him. I
feel a tinge of jealousy that he can see people that way all of the time.

I step, naked, through the doorway and face him. He sees me and stops
moving. He stands still. His eyes lock onto mine and he smiles. Not
seductively. Just happily.

As traces of shampoo glisten down his body, his flaccid manhood seems to
lengthen; then it begins to expand in girth and to move slowly away from
his body, continuing until it is standing well above horizontal.

How could I resist him?


To be continued...

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