Date: Mon, 7 Apr 2014 22:59:34 +1030
From: Robert A. Armstrong <rob.aa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Schoolie - Chapter 28

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 27

Time to save some more water, to remove both the baby oil and the man
oil. LOL.

As I think of what lies ahead tomorrow - seeing the guys at the beach, Will
telling Amelia that he is gay and us re-visiting Jarrod at the Games shop,
I feel tired, yet sleep doesn't come as easily for me as it does for
Will. His regular, slow breathing indicates that he has `dropped off'.

Many things run through my head - land, house, Karl & Kurt, Uncle Bill,
Monika, Will's art, Will coming out to Amelia, guys at the beach,
authorities arresting me, Chad the cop `fixing things for a price', Andy
being abused, the mother's boyfriend, Mum's funeral, Jarrod, Sam, Marty,
Kurt, cherubs. Sweet dreams mixed with nightmares. Am I awake or asleep?



Chapter 28

I struggle to open my eyes. The conclusion to last night's wrestling match
with Will really took it out of me and finished me off. I don't think that
I can go again with the guys at the beach today, besides, everything
outside seemers darker and gloomier than usual.

I am suddenly aware that I am cold. I've grown accustomed to the warmth and
comfort of Will's body spooned up to me in the morning. I reach and feel
for him, expectantly and hopefully, but he's not here.

I'm suddenly very awake. The bathroom door is open but there is no shower
noise. There are no toilet noises either. He's gone!

I relieve my aching bladder, hurriedly throw on some clothes to go looking
for him.

Much to my relief, he and Sis, Mum and Dad are all enjoying their
breakfast, looking and sounding very chirpy - greatly at odds with how I'm
feeling.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," Mum laughs.

"He looks more like a troll, if you ask me," Amelia smirks, poking out her
tongue.

"Yes, son. You look awful," Dad adds. "If I didn't know better, I'd say
that you were suffering a massive hangover."

"Yeh, Tom," Will adds. "You had a really restless night. It was like you
were in a cement mixer, or a washing machine, or riding in Marty's old
truck, or..."

"OK, Will! Thanks! I get it!" My response is a little snappier than I had
intended. Mum, Dad, Sis and, most of all, Will, all stop and stare at me,
unaccustomed to this harsh tone from me.

"Are you OK, honey?" Mum asks.

I apologise. "Sorry, guys. I'm really sorry, Will! I guess I must have had
a lot on my mind last night. So much has happened in the last week. Maybe
my brain was just having trouble putting all the pieces together, and
wouldn't let me rest until it was done." I look at each of them in turn,
and they nod in considered concurrence, given what they each know.

"Do you want to talk about it, son?" Dad asks

"No. It's OK. Really!"

Amelia comments to Mum and Dad specifically, but for Will's and my benefit
too, "He's been acting really weird since he's been home. Weirder than
usual." I say nothing buy poke out my tongue to her. Then she adds, "Maybe
he needs to see a shrink."

"I do not need a shrink, Sis!" I reply firmly. "I just need to settle a
whole lot of new information in my head."

"Yeh! I knew that's where the problem was!" she declares. Poked tongue!

This now has the potential to turn ugly. Will saves the day - again!
"C'mon, Amelia," he encourages. "I'll give you that drawing lesson, if you
want, while Tom catches up on breakfast. He'll be better with something in
his stomach."

"Yeh!" she exclaims, jumping to her feet and then depositing her dishes in
the sink.

I look at Will and raise my eyebrows, questioning whether he's ready for
what he is going to tell her. He gives me a slight nod in acknowledgment,
and stands to follow her to the sink and up the stairs.

Dad rests his hand on my forearm. "What's really troubling you, son? I've
never seen you like this before." Mum takes her dishes to the sink and runs
the water to wash up, providing Dad and me with a measure of privacy.

"Dad, you've never seen me like this before because..., well, for a lot of
reasons. My mind is just processing so much information. I've never had a
brother before. I've never had two fathers before. I've never had my own
land and house before. I've never told anyone that I was gay before. I've
never been afraid of Mum dying before. I've never had the responsibility
for the future of a bunch of kids before. And, on top of all of that, I've
never been in love before!"

There's a few `befores' that I have left out that Dad doesn't need to know
about... Simon, Luke, Andy, Joey, Marty, Kurt...

"And, most of this has happened in the past week." I add.

"Son," Dad starts, "you know, most of the things that you've just mentioned
are positives, but the one negative is also causing me great distress. Your
mother seems to be taking her cancer much more calmly than I am. I think
that you and I will need to be very strong for her, for each other and,
also, for your sister."

Hugging me is something abnormal for him. But he does it. I feel his pain
flow like a wave of negative energy between us. I've never, in my life,
seen tears in his eyes before now. He's right. I don't know how any of us
is going to cope. And I will be so far away for the next 10 weeks!

"Hey, you two!" Mum interrupts. "Can we focus on the future prospect of us
looking back on the miracle of me beating this thing? We all need to be
positive."

"Mum, I want to be positive," I reply, "but it's hard when there is so much
criticism of the effectiveness of chemotherapy, and, so much scepticism
about any other treatment. Isn't there some middle-of-the-road course?" I
ask.

"Thomas," Dad replies, "your mother and I have had this same conversation a
hundred times. She firmly believes any good that the chemo may do, will be
negated by its destructive effect on good tissue and her immune system. And
any alternative treatment, while seeking to boost her body's own
recuperative powers, may not address the spreading cancer soon enough."

"Well, we need to trust in something, instead of being negative about
everything," Mum says, almost philosophically.

I add, "Yes, but how do we know what the right `something' is?"

And so goes the conversation for a few more minutes, until we hear hurried
footsteps on the stairs. We all turn to look. Amelia heads for the front
door and closes it hard behind her as she leaves.

"What was that all about?" Dad asks, looking bewildered.

"I think I know," I say to them both, as Will slowly descends the
staircase. He walks over to us and sits down dejectedly.

"Well, that didn't go as well as I had hoped," he says. "I didn't think
that she would react like that."

I move behind him and massage his shoulders then, putting my arms around
his neck, give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"You told her, didn't you?" Mum asks

"Everything was going so well! We were drawing and laughing. Then I asked
her how she felt about Tom being gay. She answered, `No big deal. I have a
friend with a gay brother and he's a really nice guy.' Then I said, `I'm
glad you feel that way, Amelia, because I am gay too.' She stopped drawing,
said, `What?', looked at me strangely and just ran out.

"Don't worry, darling," Mum says, squeezing Will's arm and giving him a
kiss. "I'll talk to her later. I suspect that she might have been thinking
of you as a little more than her new-found cousin."

"She had a crush on him, you mean?" I ask. Mum nods.

"That's how it looked to me," she replies. "Maybe you have just
short-circuited her fantasy."

"How could I not have seen that?" Will asks, more, I think, admonishing
himself than seeking a definitive answer.

"She'll get over it," Mum continues. "Maybe she's jealous of you and Thomas
being together, and seeing how happy you are around each other. I have some
apple pie and cream left over from last night if you'd like a piece and a
cup of coffee."

Will takes the bait. I decline, and decide to have a quick look for
Amelia. "Back shortly," I tell them. Dad says that he must be off to work,
leaving Mum and Will together. I'm sure that he'll appreciate a bit of
motherly conversation. I always did.

I go outside expecting to take a walk up or down the street - my guess
would be towards the mall. However, I find Amelia, sheltered from some
uncharacteristic Gold Coast drizzle, beneath the broad portico, sitting on
the top step, clutching her knees to her chest. No sobbing. No wailing. No
distressed rocking.

I sit down next to her and ask, with uncommon brotherly tenderness, "You
OK, Sis?"

At first she is silent. Then, sighing deeply, says, "Why didn't somebody
tell me? Now I've made a real fool of myself!"

"What do you mean, you've made a fool of yourself? How?"

"I like him, Thomas. I really like him! He's fun to be with and he makes me
laugh. And he's handsome, even though he looks like you." I detect a faint
smirk on her face. I poke out my tongue in mock affront. "Why does he have
to be gay?" she asks, heaving another very heavy sigh.

"Sis, he was gay when you met him and he's been gay all week, even when you
were having fun with him. He enjoys being with you. You're not a threat to
him and he's not a threat to you. Can't you just enjoy his company? He'll
only be here for a few more days, and then we're heading back to The
Village, to his home."

"But, I was sort of hoping to, umm, kiss him and hoping that he's kiss me
back." Is she blushing?

"Go right ahead. You can't catch `gay germs', you know. He would probably
appreciate it now, more than ever, to let him know that you're not
rejecting him."

"Really?" she asks incredulously. "You think so?"

I just nod and hum in agreement, then add, "Hey! I really like him too. I
know how you feel."

In typical female teenage manner, her mood changes in a flash. "Thanks,
Thomas," she chirps, then turns and gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Ewww!"
she complains, wiping her lips. "Gay germs!" I give her a swat on the tail
as he giggles off back into the house. I ease myself up off the steps and
follow.

I enter just in time to see her throw her arms around Will and kiss
him. Then, taking him by the hand, she says, "Come on! We have a drawing
lesson to finish."

He is as compliant as a little puppy. He looks at me inquiringly as he
passes. I simply give him a wink.

"What on earth did you say to her?" Mum asks.

"Oh, nothing much, just a little bit of brotherly TLC," I respond. "I've
changed my mind; do you have any more apple pie, or did my little brother
eat the lot?"

When I next see Will and Amelia, they are both as happy as I've seen them
all week.

Sis is eager to show Mum and me her drawings. I try to muster some
enthusiasm as I reach for them. However, I am amazed at what I see. I look
at them more carefully and can tell that Will has drawn the heads, with
hair, ears and a nose on each one. Amelia has added the mouth, eyes and
eyebrows.

The result is a set of faces with discernible expressions - `happy', `sad',
`surprised' and `frightened'.

"Did you do these?" I ask her. She nods. "They're good. They're actually
very good!" She's beaming.

"Thanks. He's a good teacher," she says and feeling a new freedom, throws
her arms around him.

"And she's a great student," Will adds, reciprocating with a hug. She's
glowing.

"Hey. Can you teach me to draw too? You've made her better than me, now!" I
put to Will. Amelia giggles either at the compliment or in seeing me take a
lesser position to her.

"Nah!" Will says, shaking his head. "She at least has some artistic
talent." He pokes out his tongue and Amelia cracks up with laughter. He
continues, "Anyway, two artists in the family is enough!"

I'm not sure which part of his statement to be insulted by, but I accept it
all good naturedly.

"Besides," Will adds, "you have your own talents!"

I cannot believe that he has just said that in front of my sister and my
mother! They both look at him then at me. There is a `pregnant pause' then
he says, "You make great pancakes!" Everyone lets out their breath in
nervous laughter, especially me!

Before we go to see Jarrod at the Games shop I think that I'll take Will to
see some of the largest malls on the Gold Coast. One is so expansive that
it actually has street signs all under the one roof. It has more shops than
the whole of Big Town - many times the number, in fact. The clothing shops
and hairdressers alone would collectively outnumber the whole of Big Town's
various shops.

After a less-than-ideal McDonald's lunch, hurriedly-eaten amid what seems
like a hundred chatty mums with prams and wet umbrellas, ignoring a
thousand squawking children, we decide to stroll Cola-in-hand.

It is easier to go with the pace of the hordes of sheep-like
`shoppers'. Where one moves, the others follow - reminiscent of my
encounter with the mob on the way back from Jake's place to Marty's.

Will and I become sheep, stopping only to defy the masses outside the `odd'
shop that catches Will's attention, or to regard some curiosity. We see
over-priced suits, useless knick-knacks, flamboyant hairdressers,
Facebook-obsessed shop assistants, custard tarts and other tempting
carbohydrate-only delicacies.

We do, however, spend considerable time discussing mobile phones and
tablets in the retail outlets of three different telephone
providers. Advantages. Issues. Features. Costs. I progressively narrow our
options in terms of functionality and value. We have a few days remaining
to negotiate prices before we have to leave, so I don't rush into any
`today-only' special deals.

Late afternoon finds us back at our local mall. I suggest to Will that he
go to check out the games while I seek to compare comms packages against
those which we had seen earlier.

While I am sure that he really wants some games, they're not the only
attraction in that shop! I cut him some slack, to simply `be himself'
without any `supervision'. He smiles and says, "Thanks, bro!"

I tell him which shops that I intend to visit and that I'll catch up with
him when I'm finished.

I enter the first telco shop with my `short list' of requirements. I leave
confused, the customer `service' person's `better alternatives' still
playing with my head.

The second shop gives me no satisfaction either. While the sales guy agrees
with most of what was on my original list, when I put to alternatives to
him, he is able to offer no clarification one way or the other, for or
against.

Then I think, `why have I not asked Uncle Bill?' If he doesn't know, he'll
know somebody who does! And I'll bet that it's a female. I snigger.

I thank the salesman for his time (not for his `expertise') and leave. I
bump into Will. He's not looking overly happy.

"Hey, what's up? I thought that you were going to spend some time with
Jarrod talking about games that you could play."

He looks at me and knows that there was a hint of double meaning, but just
matter-of-factly replies, "He was happy to see me, but the shop was full of
customers. He asked if I could come back about 30 minutes before closing
time because it was usually pretty quiet by then. He said that, in the
meantime, when he has the opportunity, he will load some games onto one of
the shop's systems so that he can demonstrate, rather than show me the
packaging and just tell me about them."

We find a coffee shop. Will surprises me by ordering a strawberry milkshake
instead of coffee to go with his custard tart. Then I stun him by
requesting one of their oversized vanilla slices (it's still custard!) plus
a mocha.

"Full of surprises, aren't you?" he grins at me.

I reply with a very suggestive, "Hey, I know what I like but a bit of
variety can be fun too."

"But only to a point, right?" he asks, tuned in to what I was thinking.

"Right on, bro!" I reply. "Especially if his name is Jarrod!"

Will laughs. "There's not much he can do in a shop, you know," he answers.

"That would depend on whether he's in the shop or in the storeroom, and
also on what the security cameras can see."

"Security cameras?" Will asks.

"Yes," I reply. "Didn't you see them? One above the door and one above the
counter? Little blue domes on the ceiling?"

"What? The things that look like half of a plastic ball?"

"Yes, that's them." (I know that I should have said, `that is they' but who
talks like that, really?)

"I wondered what they were for."

"They're video cameras that record everything that they can see. The two
that Jarrod has scan most, if not all, of the shop."

Will concentrates on his custard tart and I can see that he is
thinking. Hopefully he has taken the warning not to do anything with Jarrod
that he doesn't want the security people to see.

I phone Uncle Bill and explain my comms dilemma, and reiterate our
needs. "No problem, Thomas. Leave it with me." It's one of those moments
that I truly appreciate his experience and a non-humorous response.

We manage to fill in the time and I notice the `crowd' thinning
considerably. Soon Will and I probably comprise almost 50% of the number of
people remaining. I say to Will, "I'll come and say hello to Jarrod and
I'll leave you two to talk for about 15 minutes or so and then I'll come
back to pay for whatever you've chosen." He smirks.

Jarrod smiles politely and shakes my hand. He brightens when I tell him
that I'm not staying, but will return later to complete his final sale for
the day.

He flips over the `Open' sign to `Closed' and tells me that he will leave
the sliding door partly open so that I can let myself in. He also points
out the knee-high electronic beam that will trigger a loud `beep' when I
re-enter, so that I won't be startled.

He shows me where he has the games set up to demonstrate to Will and for
him to try them out. They are behind a narrow partition adjacent to the
counter that screens off a small back section of the shop. I can tell that
it is not covered by the security camera above the counter, and wonder
whether the one at the front door can `see' it.

As I leave, I stand directly below the front-door camera, turn to them both
and say, "Back in 15 or 20." I walk outside and across the shop front and
cannot see the computer area, even though the back corner is now partially
visible.

So, there is a small `black spot', a `private space', eh? I'm sure that
Jarrod intends exploiting it well, judging by the noticeable lump in his
pants. The little schemer! He's as bad as Will!

After only 5 minutes, another quick lap of the closed and closing shops, I
return to the Games shop. I stand outside and peer in. From no angle can I
see anyone. I think, `should I alert them, or not?'

`Not' wins. I silently slide the door open enough to enter, step over the
beam then close the door fully.

I pick a game from the shelf so that on the security video it may appear
that I want to make a purchase. I move silently towards the desk when a
movement on the opposite wall catches my eye. When I look towards it, I see
a strip of floor-to-ceiling mirror between two display cabinets. Reflected
in it are Jarrod and Will.

Will is holding a game controller in both hands with Jarrod looking over
his shoulder. I can hear Jarrod giving him instructions. Hmmm. Innocent
enough!

Then he says, "Keep holding the controls and I'll help you to get the hang
of it." He reaches around Will with both arms, placing his hands over
Will's.

In doing so, he leans his body against Will's back. Will doesn't flinch,
even though it's obvious, to me, that Jarrod has probably pushed his
now-hard cock firmly into Will's butt.

Then their hands and bodies move as one, sync'd to the game. There is some
noticeable rocking and swaying, but their bodies never part. I can tell by
the way Jarrod occasionally leans his head back and closes his eyes, that
he is being thrilled by this closeness, and by Will's compliance.

Jarrod says, "Do you reckon you can do this hand by yourself, now?"

Will grunts out a `yep'.

I see Jarrod slide his hand off one of Will's, up his arm, rest it
momentarily on his shoulder before continuing slowly and deliberately down
Will's side, before resting it on his hip.

Will remains focussed on the game. Jarrod's hand `slips' to Will's thigh,
first at the side and then to the front, and continues across the front of
Will's trousers. Will doesn't react at all. Jarrod takes this as approval
of his touch and begins to manipulate the alternative game control stick -
Will's hardon.

"This game is really good," Will sniggers.

"Glad you like it!" Jarrod replies. Then, gaining confidence, I see him
take down Will's zipper. Still no reaction. He inserts his fingers.

Their eyes remain focussed on the screen, as if they were unaware of, or
ignoring, what was happening `down below'.

Will says, "Can you take over this hand again? I need to rest my fingers."

Jarrod takes his hand out of Will's pants and takes hold of the
controller. Will takes the opportunity with his unoccupied hand to fish out
his stiffness and let it poke free. Then he reaches behind him and places
his hand between him and Jarrod, with his palm on Jarrod's cock, and begins
to give it a good massage.

"Let me try the controls on my own," Will soon says, thereby intentionally
freeing up both of Jarrod's hands.

"Great!" Jarrod replies. He firstly feels for Will's cock. Then, finding it
`on the loose' and taking this as a signal and invitation from Will, uses
both hands to quickly free his own. I see a seemingly thick sausage
emerge. He gives it a couple of quick jerks to stretch it out and returns
one hand to Will's.

"How long do we have before your brother comes back?" Jarrod asks huskily
in Will's ear.

"I don't know," Will replies. "Maybe 10 minutes. Maybe more. He puts the
controller down and turns to face Jarrod. They each take hold of the
other's `real' game stick and begin to play in earnest.

While they are distracted, ogling and fondling each other, I back off
towards the door. I wait a few moments and hear some contented groaning. I
want to alert them to my return, but I also want to catch them `in the act'
as well. Haha.

I intentionally trigger the beam and then step quickly to the back of the
shop, in time to see Jarrod struggling to his feet, a strand of saliva and
precum still connecting his mouth to Will's cock. Such is his terror and
focus on me that Jarrod forgets that his own is sticking out.

"Now that looks like an interesting game, guys," I say, stepping across to
them. "But it looks like a hard one to me." I grasp Jarrod's thick, hairy
piece of steel and give it a friendly tug, or two, or three. It is only at
this moment that he seems to realise his exposure and predicament.

With a face that blushes through all the shades on the red sector of the
colour wheel he stammers, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Tom. Please don't
tell anyone. Please. I'll lose my job and my dad will kill me and my
friends..."

"Whoa, Jarrod!" I say consolingly. "No harm done! Take it easy! My dear
little brother has been looking forward to seeing you again for days. I
think he was hoping for something like this. And, I was kind of expecting
it too, especially after seeing how quickly your pants both started to
bulge the other day when you were flirting with each other. You should have
seen Will's face light up when I told him I'd leave you two alone for a
while. Yours too! As we say, `what happens in private, stays private!' Is
that OK with you? You don't tell: we don't tell."

"Really? Yes. Thank you," he says, relaxing noticeably. Then he looks down
at my hand, still gently squeezing his cock, and at Will's dripping
member. Will reaches for Jarrod's balls and gives them a little jiggle, and
smiles.

"So...," I say to him, "...would you like to finish the blowjob that you
started on him?"

"Yes," he replies coyly, smiling at Will and reaching for his cock.

"Hell, yeh!" Will replies.

"One condition," I put to Jarrod. "When he blows, I want to see you swallow
it. Then you let him do you." He nods. "Then, after that, you have to do me
too." He looks at me as though I'm Santa Claus!

"You're OK with all of that?" he asks incredulously, trying to contain his
excitement.

"Hey, we're only here for a couple of more days. Who knows when you'll get
another chance!" I smile wickedly at him, "Or us!"

I reach for an office chair that is standing close by, and suggest that
he'll be more comfortable sitting instead of kneeling. "Thanks," he says
and sits, legs apart, `flag' flying straight up. Will moves in close
between his thighs and feeds his meat back into Jarrod's waiting and eager
mouth.

I decide to turn up the heat. I move in behind Will and he allows me to
undo everything to enable his pants to drop to the floor. Then, I lower his
undies, giving Jarrod total visibility of, and access to, Will's naked
lower body.

Jarrod instinctively reaches for Will's butt cheeks and pulls him in close
as he suckles on him. Will plays with Jarrod's hair, giving him a scalp
massage.

I move around behind Jarrod and begin to unbutton his shirt, slowly, from
the top down, revealing a thick mat of brown hair. On my way down I cup and
fondle his pecs and gently squeeze his nipples. He pauses his action on
Will momentarily to savour my touch.

With his shirt fully open, I continue to play with his hair, pecs, nipples
and abs. He begins, what sounds like, purring. He allows me to remove his
shirt.

Will begins thrusting. Jarrod appears to be handling it well. He pulls off
Will, takes a deep breath then slides back down on Will's pole. Will's
breathing rate increases. I know the signs - he's close. "Look out," he
tells Jarrod, then freezes as his cock explodes and spasms. Jarrod spill
not a drop and gently milks him dry, with the aid of his fingers, from the
balls up.

I can see that Jarrod has produces a copious amount of precum that has
enveloped his cock and flowed down to his balls, saved from spilling onto
the floor by his hairiness.

I offer to lick him clean and Will cuts me off, "Oh, no you don't! That's
mine! Swap places Jarrod." The guys exchange places and Will, from his
seated position gets to work, licking and sucking the sweet nectar from
Jarrod's body and out of his hairs. "Yum," he croons. "You taste good!"

Jarrod moves in close, between Will's legs and he, too, allows me to
release his black trousers, then his sexy red jock strap. He is one hairy
young dude! I see Will's eyes widen at Jarrod's total nudity.

I'm so horny now that I need to have some of this action. I move behind
Jarrod, drop my gear, rest my pole into his crack, grip his hips and begin
a few sliding movements. My own precum soon slicks up his hairy cheeks.

"Hey, you're not going to fuck me are you?" he says somewhat
apprehensively. "I'm still a virgin back there."

Will pull's his mouth off Jarrod's thick pole and responds with, "He'd
better not! He's only allowed to do that to me." Then, realising the
implications of what he has just said and revealed, says, "Oops!" and goes
back down on Jarrod.

Jarrod laughs, "So, you two brothers are also fuck buddies, eh? That is so
hot!"

"Ever done it with anyone?" I ask, enjoying my slide up and down his crack.

"Nah, Tried it with a girl once at a friend's party when I was thirteen. It
freaked me out. After that I knew that I was gay. And I haven't found
anyone else willing to play with me and teach me how to do it properly, so
I just look at porn and jack off."

"Hey," Will butts in. `Stop thinking about that girl. You're going soft!
Think about this..." And with that, Will manages to swallow all of him.

"OMG," Jarrod cries. "That feels fantastic. Do it again." Will complies,
multiple times, then he starts humming and Jarrod squeals. I can feel the
vibrations from Will's voice all way through Jarrod's body. Did I teach him
that? "Fuck. What are you doing in there? That's sooo amaz..." He doesn't
finish. He rapidly starts pumping then freezes. He spasms.

Will almost manages all of it. Some sneaks past Jarrod's thick plug in
Will's mouth and leaks out. I reach down and scoop it with one finger then
suck it in. "Nice," I say. "Next time, I'd like it direct!"

Jarrod giggles, "Next time?"

I hug Jarrod's body back against me while Will cleans him up, then I reach
for, and play with, his gear - jiggling his balls and squeezing his
slackening cock.

"Righto!" Will says to Jarrod. "Let's see you do the big brother!" He
corrects himself, "I mean older, not bigger!" and laughs at his own joke.

Jarrod sits and I move in close. He wraps his legs around mine, grips my
butt cheeks and pulls me into his mouth. I decide to give him a couple of
lessons. "Lick my balls first." He does. "Lick up my shaft and around my
head." He does. "Hold my cock with one hand and pull all the flesh towards
my body - it makes my cock head really tight and sensitive. Now suck." He
does. "Wow, that is so good! He repeats everything until... I groan. I
moan. I spurt.

"You're good!" I compliment him. "You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Only a few times with a high school friend. I don't see him any more since
he went to uni." Then he says, "We'd better get dressed and I'll close up
before the security guard does his rounds."

I ask Will, "Did you get to see and play enough games? Do you know what you
want to buy?"

"Can we have him?" he says to me, giving Jarrod a squeeze on the
bum. Jarrod and I both look at him. "Only joking!" he adds, laughing. I
wonder!

I ask, "Are you in tomorrow, Jarrod?"

"Yes," he replies, "but there will be other staff here too, a girl,"
implying that he'd like to do more with us, or just Will, but won't have
the opportunity.

"I tell you what..." I say, thinking quickly. "We'll both be busy all day
tomorrow. Is there any chance that you can make up a bundle of stuff for us
- console, plus an extra controller and half a dozen games?"

"Yes. No problem!" he replies.

"And if you have any maths or reading games, I'll have some of them too."

"Sure!"

"Can you take a credit card over the phone?"

"Yes, why?"

"Ring me tomorrow when you have a list of everything and the final
cost. We'll talk and I'll give you the details then."

"OK. Thanks."

Then I look directly at Will when I ask Jarrod the next question. "Is there
any chance that you might be able to drop everything off at my place after
work, and show us how to set it all up, and make sure that we know how to
play everything?"

I smile. Will smirks. Jarrod grins broadly than says with enthusiasm, "Sure
thing!"

To ensure that he gets the message, I add, "One of us, or both, may need
some extra personal assistance. Oh, and I have a very private attic room."
I give him my address and mobile phone number.

"Thank you so much, for everything," he says, and hugs us both.

Dressed respectably, we all leave with smiles on our faces.




To be continued...

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