Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 14:17:27 +1030
From: Robert A. Armstrong <rob.aa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Schoolie - chapter 9

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of a fantasy. The resemblance of my characters by action, name, location or
description to any real person is purely coincidental - if it seems to be
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From chapter 8:

At some time in the middle of the night, or the early hours of the morning
I have to get up to pee. As I finish, I hear the dogs barking. I go to the
front door, peer into the moon-softened darkness and discern that it's a
police car that is pulling up. My heart begins to pound rapidly and
heavily. My eyes fill, then overflow.

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Chapter 9

The figure getting out of the police car looks like Marty, but I know that
it's Chad. I am instantly fearful of why he has driven all this way from
the big town in the middle of the night.

"Hi Tom. Can I come in?" he says without much emotion in his voice. We go
to the living area, I turn on a light and instinctively put on the electric
jug for coffee. Chad sits in one of the chairs and continues, "I know I
told you that Sean and I would come out tomorrow, but I couldn't wait. I
had a phone call from the hospital about Marty and then I couldn't go back
to sleep. I tried to contact Mum but the phone service is still out, so I
thought I'd better come out and tell you. I've been to Mum's already and
she knows." My body is holding back another outpouring of tears, waiting to
hear the fateful news from Chad's mouth.

The conversation has woken Will up and he gingerly edges around the corner
into the room. "Hey, Chad," he says, then slips silently into the other
chair to listen to the news.

Chad acknowledges `Little Willie', then continues, "Guys, the hospital rang
to tell me that just before midnight... Marty opened his eyes. He wasn't
awake for long. The doctors adjusted his IV drip and he drifted off
again. But, they're pretty sure that he is going to make it. They said that
they'd continue to monitor all of Marty's vital signs, and re-assess in the
morning whether to remove some of the machines. They'll probably keep him
in for a week to make sure that he's OK. Hopefully, they won't have to
amputate his leg, although that is still a real possibility if there is
necrosis of the tissue. I couldn't wait to tell you and Mum. I figured that
you'd want to know so that you could at least get some restful sleep. I'll
bunk down in Marty's bed and go back into town after breakfast. The plan is
to take Mum and Anna with me, and Sean will drive them back out here
later."

This is not the news I was expecting but, regardless, I start with the
water works that I've been holding back - more from relief than the
anticipated grief. Chad gets up, comes to me and wraps me a bear-like
hug. "It's OK. He thinks a lot of you too, Tom. He has told me. You've been
a great friend to him. And, you probably saved his life with those shirts
and belts. I, and the rest of the family, will be forever grateful to you."
Will gets up, finishes making three coffees and hands one each to me and
Chad, who looks at him and then at me, and then back to Will. That look!
He's finally made the connection.

"Yeh. I know. Uncanny resemblance, eh? And don't ask me," I shrug, "I have
no explanation. They reckon that there's a double for everyone in the
world, somewhere. And I've even checked with my dad. He was my first
thought, but he assures me he's never been anywhere west of the Gold Coast
- so we can't give him, and any suspected wild oats, any credit for
William's existence!"

We chat for a while longer before Chad announces that he needs to crash
out. He hugs Will and me, patting us each consolingly on the back, and
heads for Marty's room, closing the door behind him.

I hit the bedroom; Will takes the bathroom. Leaving my underwear on in case
I run into Chad early in the morning, I lie back on my bed, arms behind my
head and, with relief, ponder the news that Marty could be back with us
next week and contemplate in what condition he might be. Will comes in,
closes the door and heads straight for my bed. I make room for him and he
slides alongside, slipping his arm under my neck. However, he just lays his
head on my chest and huddles his body as close as he can. "Are you OK?" I
ask.

For the first time since he heard the news about Marty, Will actually shows
some emotion. I feel his warm, silent tears wetting my body. "I don't know
what life would be like without him, Tom. I'm so thankful that I have you
here, but Marty has always looked after me for as long as I can
remember. He's been like the dad I never had."

So, there it is. Will has divulged his feelings for Marty - as a surrogate
father. That explains why he has never mucked around with him, despite
being aroused by Marty's naked body. Being gay doesn't mean you want to
screw every male that you see. Beyond the satisfaction of animal lust,
`magnetism' (to use Will's word) is also required for a lasting
relationship. Will and I feel it. He and Marty obviously don't. Marty and I
have enjoyed getting physical relief with each other, and I really enjoy
the fun with him, but that same magnetism isn't there.

Will snuggles for a while, comments on how being in this position feels
like two brothers comforting one another, then he gives me a quick,
innocent kiss and returns to his own bed. Nothing sexual. But sincere
emotional attachment. I feel it!

It's unusual not to be woken by the smell of breakfast cooking, so I guess
it's up to me. I relieve my bladder then pull on a pair of jeans and head
for the kitchen. I'm no slouch when it comes to scrambled eggs and
bacon. I'm sure that nobody will complain. I hear the toilet flush again
and Will emerges, in just his underwear. He takes a look at me then
disappears, re-appearing a minute later wearing shorts. "I'll do the toast
and coffee," he says jovially, obviously keen to help, and buoyed by Chad's
news.

"And I'll make pancakes," we hear drowsily from Chad as he walks naked
through the living area to the bathroom.

Will and I look at each other and smirk. Will laughs, "Yup, he's Marty's
brother, all right!"

After a meal that would have done Marty proud and which, additionally, has
satisfied Will's love of pancakes, Will offers to clean up. Chad says, "I'd
best be off. I'll go and get Mum and Anna. Bye Little Willie!" Will turns
his head and acknowledges Chad with a nod but says nothing. I walk with
Chad to the police car.

"Chad, we've all taken to calling him `William'. `Little Willie' no longer
seems appropriate."

"Yeh, I saw what you mean. That's no little willie he's packing, to be
sure." We both laugh. "He'll be old enough to drive soon! Come to think of
it, he turns seventeen on Friday, doesn't he?"

"What?" I ask, stunned. I knew he was sixteen, but I never actually checked
the date of his birth. I feel stupid for not doing that!

"Yeh, his birthday's the day after mine. I'm twenty seven on Thursday and
he's seventeen on Friday. Ten years between us, to the day, almost."

My brain goes into overdrive. "Chad, if Will is seventeen on Friday, he's
old enough to get a driver's licence. Is that right?" He hums a positive
response, nodding. I ask, "Where can he get a licence, and what does he
have to do?"

In reply Chad asks, "Does he know all the rules? Can he answer the
questions in the Traffic Handbook? Can he actually drive? Has he had
sufficient practice? Normally, he'd have a Learner's Licence for up to
twelve months until after he turns seventeen then sit a driving test at the
Motor Registry Office for his licence, as you would know. But, way out here
the testing and issue of licences is done by the police." He smiles and
fixes a silent stare on me, waiting for the penny to drop.

What he has said suddenly hits me. Chad is the one who does the tests and
issues the licences! Then I reply, grinning and contemplating the latent
value of all Will's reading lessons, "He knows the rules like the back of
his hand. And he's been driving with Marty for quite a while. In fact, I
think he negotiates the bumps around here even better than Marty does." I
don't elaborate, but ponder that trip back from Mum's in Marty's truck, on
the weekend when I first arrived.

"Tom, I tell you what we can do," Chad continues. "Think of a good excuse
to have him in town at eight o'clock on Saturday. I'll give him both the
knowledge and practical tests. Let's see if he's good enough. But don't
tell him, or anyone else what's going on, in case he doesn't pass - I
wouldn't want to raise his expectations and then disappoint him. Let's
consider it a birthday surprise. I'll show him all around the police
station and ask him if he'd like to drive the police car around town with
me while there's not much traffic on the road, and I'll quietly ask him
what he knows of the rules while we're about it."

I look at him and say, "Thanks, Chad. You're the greatest! This would mean
so much to him. OK. Eight o'clock it is." He drives off, turns the siren on
for a few seconds instead of tooting the horn, and waves.

By the time I think about feeding the dogs, Will has already done it.

I remind Will that I have some preparation to do at the school and ask him
what he would like to do. I feed him some options. Stay here alone and
visit the men's room? He smirks. Visit Anna? He grimaces and takes a
half-hearted swipe at me, which I duck, laughing. Come with me and perhaps
visit Karl and Kurt? He beams and gives me the `thumbs up'.

I drop Will at the pub so that he can continue walking to the twins' house,
then I proceed to the school. I push the gate open. I've secured the
padlock to the gate itself. I no longer see the need to lock the gate to
the post and unlock it each time that I come and go.

I'm only a half hour into my preparation when I hear them. They come to the
door and, still exercising their familiar good manners, knock and wait to
be invited in. The twins say, almost in unison, "Good morning, Mr Grant."
All three sit on the desk directly in front of me - two pairs of white
underpants and one pair of flesh-coloured shorts. They're going swimming.

Karl starts to tell me about their Scrabble game with their dad last night
and the fact that he beat both his dad and Kurt for the first time. He
recounts some of his high-scoring words. Kurt, however, has a far-away look
on his face. Something else is on his mind. I become aware of the swelling
taking place in his underpants. He catches my glance but instead of
covering up like he did last time he puts both hands behind him a little
and leans back on them, making his boyhood even more prominent. He looks
directly at me and winks. I wink back but say nothing. He suggests that I
join them `for a swim'. I reply, "Yes, Kurt, I'd like that..." I notice the
immediate pulsing and swelling in his underpants. I'm uncertain whether his
overt flirtation with me is noticed by Will or Karl. I continue, "...but I
have a lot that I need to finish here first."

Will saves me. "OK guys. Let's go, and leave Mr Grant to get on with his
work." He turns to me. "Maybe later?" I reply that I might like to cool off
when I've finished. All three smile and then they are gone. I'm alone, I
say aloud, to nobody in particular, `I have no intention of allowing myself
to be seduced by a horny, handsome, well-endowed, blue-eyed, blond 12-year
old boy.' I repeat it multiple times in my head as I try to concentrate on
my work.

It has taken a longer-than-expected while to prepare the week's lessons,
but I've finished. It's late afternoon. Just as I am contemplating
stripping down to the respectable essentials and joining the boys at the
weir, a small ambulance vehicle pulls up behind my car. It's more of a
patient-transport and home-visitation wagon rather than the larger
emergency type that whisked Marty off to hospital. I recognise Sean
straight away in the driver's seat, and go out to greet him. Having seen
the ambulance go past, some of the pub's regulars are curious and form a
line on its verandah, still clutching their drinks and staring across at
what will surely be the new topic for discussion around the bar. Sean gives
the siren a five-second blast; the bunch of patrons swells. It also has the
effect of stirring the interest of three particular boys who subsequently
emerge from the river gums, now reacquainted, thankfully, with their dry
clothing.

Sean clambers out and walks towards me. We shake hands and he says, "Hi
Tom. Good news about Marty, eh? Mum wanted me to let you know that she'll
have food on the table in...," looking at his watch, "...forty five
minutes. You and Little Willie are invited. I'll tell you all the latest
news about Marty over dinner."

"William," I correct him quietly.

"Sorry? Wiliam? What? Who?" Sean asks with the same confusion as everyone
else that I've prompted regarding Will's new persona.

I say, "Look at the tall guy coming towards us from the weir. Do you see a
little willie?" I wait for a second or two until the smile on Sean's face
tells me that he has seen Will's plumped-up cock down the leg of his shorts
and has made the connection.

"No, I guess not," he says. "The kid's grown up all right." As the boys
draw closer he calls, "Hi William!" Will acknowledges Sean and then looks
at me and smiles gratefully. "G'day Karl and Kurt," Sean continues, "I
still can't tell you two guys apart." The secret eyebrow identifier is safe
with Will and me.

"Hello, Sean," both boys chorus. Karl says smiling, "I'm Kurt." Kurt takes
his cue from his brother and says triumphantly, "And I'm Karl." Will and I
know otherwise, and I smile in appreciation of their mischievous humour.

I have some explaining to do. "Sorry guys. I was just about to come for a
swim when Sean arrived and told me that his Mum will have dinner ready for
William and me shortly. And, when Mrs O'Brien says, `Dinner', it's time to
get moving." I don't miss the air of disappointment, especially from
Kurt. I add, "But, I promise that I'll come swimming with you soon."

"I'll see you at Mum's then," Sean says to Will and me. He turns to Karl
and Kurt. "Bye guys!" He hops into the ambulance, executes a three-point
turn and drives off. As he passes the pub he activates the siren once more
which startles the now-mob of drinkers, visibly shocking some. One drops
his drink. Will and the twins burst out laughing. I can't help joining
in. Yep, Mum O'Brien's three boys all have a great sense of humour. I love
it!

Kurt turns and looks at me. He doesn't have to say anything. The
displeasure on his face is obvious. "Guys, I always keep my promises," I
say to them all, but specifically looking at him. "And I will come swimming
with you."

"When?" Kurt asks through a semi-pout.

"First chance I get Kurt. You can depend on it. Maybe tomorrow after
school."

He pumps the air and lets out an excited "Yeh!" then he and Karl both run
off.

I turn to Will and ask, "Do you need to collect anything from home while I
lock up?"

"No," he says, then adds with a touch of sarcasm, "I'll just walk around
like this, near-naked with Anna wanting to touch me." Another smirk, and
then he takes off after the twins. "Give me five minutes," he calls back
over his shoulder. It takes me about five to tidy up and lock the door. I
drive towards Will's place and arrive just as he is emerging, dressed
respectably for dinner in blue jeans and a polo shirt. I let him jump in,
do a U-turn, turn right at the pub and accelerate.

"I think Kurt likes you," Will says, opening the conversation and stunning
me. "And before you get mad or ask me, no I haven't said anything to him
about you or about me and you; I've been very careful!"

"So you've noticed it too," I say quietly. It's more of a question than a
statement.

"Tom, do you think I'm totally blind? I told you that I see things that
most people miss. I'm pretty sure that Kurt has the hots for you just like
Anna did for me - before you came along. Thanks again, by the way!" Then he
adds, "The fact that you went so easy on Kurt after he grabbed you seems to
have given him a green light to see how far he can go. I saw him showing
off his stiffy to you earlier, especially after you accepted his offer of
coming swimming. Do you like him? What are you gonna do?"

Now Will's forthright questioning has really thrown me! I lay my hand on
his thigh and he reciprocates. We are both comfortable enough now to do
this with each other privately. I slide my hand up to his crotch and say,
with intentional innuendo, "Will, you are enough of a handful for me." He
giggles. However, I know that this Kurt-centred conversation is far from
over: if not with Will, then certainly within my own mind.

Will seizes the opportunity to take hold of me also, as he is always ready
to do. "You're a handful, yourself." He giggles again, then adds, "And Kurt
is becoming a handful too." I look at him. His smiling expression turns
into a full-on laugh. I join him.

I shower while Will watches on, with the water as cold as I can stand to
help prevent an untimely erection. Will's watching is not a problem for me,
considering that there is only the pair of us here. And yes, his jeans are
tenting. I dry off and dress for dinner.

I am not looking forward to sitting next to Anna, but receive a pleasant
surprise when I discover that the seating arrangement is to be me at the
opposite end to Mum in her usual place at the head of the table, Will to my
left with Sean to my right, next to Anna. I wonder why Anna is separated
from both me and Will. The only thing that is different is Sean's
presence. Maybe the ladies are being a little circumspect and not willing
to have him see the little game that they have been playing with me.

Dinner is delicious. Spinach-filled pastries with a cheese sauce as an
entrée. Roast lamb and vegetables as a main with pumpkin pie and fresh
cream for dessert. Freshly-brewed coffee is complemented afterwards by a
large plate of freshly-baked peanut cookies.

Sean tells us of the miracle that saved Marty's life. When the snake
struck, its fangs hit his shin bone and did not penetrate into the
tissue. The small amount of highly toxic venom was enough to render Marty
unconscious, but there was insufficient to cause his vital organs to shut
down. There was some tissue damage around the site but, again, insufficient
to warrant a potential amputation because the harm was not widespread. He
may be left with ulceration, which should heal with the right
treatment. Everyone is relieved.

I also take the opportunity of introducing into the conversation that fact
that my `girlfriend', Karen, is training as a nurse in Brisbane, and is in
her final year of study. Sean shows professional interest. Anna looks
instantly annoyed. Mum looks thwarted. Will looks devastated, until I give
him a quick sideways glance and a left-eyed wink so that nobody else can
see it, then he brightens. I'll tell him later that Karen is actually my
cousin. I hope my lie throws everyone off the scent of my true feelings for
Will. I wonder whether Anna will resume chasing Will. Maybe that
possibility hasn't hit him yet. Maybe my supposedly having a girlfriend
won't put Anna off me either. Time will tell.

I thank Mum and Anna for the wonderful dinner. Their attitudes are a little
cooler towards me than in recent days, but still very polite. I ask Sean to
pass on our best wishes to Marty if he sees him awake and that, all being
well, I'll pick him up next Saturday. I say that we have to go because Will
needs his beauty sleep before school tomorrow. Everybody, but one, in the
room chuckles, but I let him drive my car back to Marty's and all appears
forgiven.

Will asks if we can both wear underwear to bed. I know what that means - he
wants to play, without violating the `material rule'. He asks if he can
wear one of my sexy thin microfiber pair of boxer briefs, like the ones I
have on at the moment. I know what that means too - the material rule at
its thinnest, and that one of us will probably lose his during the night!

It is a long, hot, wet and sticky night!

One of the first things that I do at school on Monday is to check with Jane
if she is aware of Will's birthday on Friday. "All under control," she
says. "I've been working on William's card for a week. It will be ready
long before Friday. Karl and Kurt lent me their cards so that I can make
copies of the kids' pictures from them."

During lunch, Will asks whether Jake can come and stay for a few days
before we pick up Marty. He's got it all worked out. If Jake's parents
agree to him staying, Will suggests that I have Marty's bed, and Jake can
have mine. Or, he and Jake can share Marty's bed. Ha! Fat chance kiddo! I
don't want to deal with any consequences arising from Di and Reg quizzing
Jake about where he slept, so I suggest to Will that I'm willing to give up
my bed if he and Jake promise to keep their noises down. Will laughs. He
suggests Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. I explain that Jake will have to
ask his parents first, and we'll abide by their decision. Will immediately
does our secret handshake, signs the letter `H', then dashes off;
presumably to tell Jake how cool I am with their little scheme to be alone
together away from Di, Reg and Jane, and even Marty for that matter.

I'm sitting on one of the benches in the shade and watching the children
play when Kurt sidles up to me and sits down. "It sure is hot today, isn't
it Mr Grant?" he says in true ice-breaker manner. I know where this
conversation is going, so I make it easy for him, replying that it is hot
enough for a swim after school. "Did you bring your swimming togs?" he
asks. When I reply that I didn't bring anything special, but figured that
what I was wearing the last time would be OK, he breaks into a huge grin. I
can only guess what he's thinking, or remembering, as he jumps up, adjusts
an apparent discomfort in the front of his pants and then goes off to play
with the others.

A few minutes after school is dismissed, I'm sitting alone in the
classroom. The boys have gone back to the twins' place to `change' and the
other students have dispersed. I hear some heavy footsteps on the wooden
verandah and look up to see Reg striding towards the door. He knocks and I
call to him to come in as I get up to greet him. "Hello Tom. Young Jake
tells me that you've invited him to spend a few nights with Will, while
Marty is recovering. Is that right?" I assure him that the invitation is
there, if he and Di agree to it. And that Jake will probably keep Will
occupied so I can get on with some long-overdue reading. "Are you sure you
can handle the two of them together? They're pretty lively, you know!" He
gives me half an O'Brien smirk.

I have to laugh, "Reg, I don't think that those two together will be too
much, considering I have a dozen children every day of the week." He smiles
and nods, as though that thought had never occurred to him. "Besides, I'll
give William plenty to do around the house, and I'm sure he'll get Jake to
help him. They can set and clean up after meals. I'll cook dinner, but I'll
let them prepare breakfast. Then there are Marty's dogs to look after. And
the house could probably do with a bit of a spring clean, even though it's
nearly the end of summer." Reg looks satisfied and says that he will check
with Di. We exchange pleasantries, and he leaves. I wave to Jake and Jane,
waiting in the Land Rover. They wave back as Reg crunches the old girl into
gear and chugs off.

Within minutes of Reg and the kids leaving, Will and the twins arrive,
`dressed' ready for swimming. This time it's Kurt who takes the
conversational lead. "You coming now, Mr Grant?"I tell them that I just
have to get out of my gear and that they can go on ahead if they like. Will
and Karl head for the river, but Kurt stays. "It's OK, Mr Grant. I'll walk
over with you." I start to peel my clothes off, in which Kurt takes more
than a cursory interest. When I get down to my black boxer briefs, I look
up at Kurt, who is sporting an obvious boner in his now-even-tighter white
briefs. It takes all of my self-control, with a visualisation of Anna's
sour face at dinner last night at the mention of my `girlfriend', for me to
remain soft. When he is Will's age, Kurt is going to make someone a
stunning boyfriend! He's already well on the way.

Kurt walks beside me, depriving me of a rear-end view. Maybe it's just as
well. I am beginning to feel a stirring in my loins as thoughts of the weir
and our potential `mucking around' start to invade my mind. As we reach the
river, I see Will's shorts and Karl's undies on the log. Kurt whips off his
underpants and puts them with the others. He turns to see what I will do,
intentionally giving me a full frontal view of his body in its erect
state. He even thrusts his pelvis forward, smiles at me then turns and
runs, diving into the water, just upstream of the weir. All three boys turn
together to watch me.

If they were expecting a strip show, I disappoint them by simply wading in,
still fully covered, but starting to chunk up. How could I possibly explain
being found naked with three of my young male students if somebody should
happen by? Too great a risk!

There is an instant melee of three-on-one splashing, ducking, pushing and
grabbing. I feel two different people grasp my package. I can tell that one
is Will from the size of his hand. He grabs quickly and then swims away
under water. The other slides his hands up my thighs and stops only when he
has a handful of me. This one is not so quick to release me. I recognise
his modus operandi. Kurt has now had a hold of me for the second
time. Without grabbing him back, although I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I
did, I dive away and head upstream under water.

I surface about 25m away, alligator style, and look back at the boys. They
are swivelling left and right, probably trying to predict where I will
surface and who will be my target. Will spots me first. "Hey, Mr Grant,
come back and wrestle. Two-on-two will be great fun." He says something to
Karl, then submerges, rising with Karl on his shoulders. Kurt motions me
towards him. I oblige and swim up to him, then ducking behind him and
putting my head between his legs, I come up with him riding my
shoulders. While I hold him by his thighs, he tucks his feet into the small
of my back and I can feel his erection pressing against the back of my
neck. Will wades closer and then gives me the rules. "Only the riders can
wrestle. The horses just have to balance and not fall over. The horse and
rider that fall over, lose. Losers have to let the winners grab them. OK?"
I ponder that Will's games with the twins seem to be all about grabbing and
holding; maybe nothing more - for the moment.

As Karl and Kurt wrestle, I hook one leg behind Will's knee and lean into
him. He tumbles backwards and Karl makes a huge splash as he hits the
water. Kurt and I win. I head for Will, and Kurt pounces on his
brother. The vanquished pair remain almost motionless while they pay their
penalty. I whisper into Will's ear, `You're a real handful, bro.' Then I
realise that I have just been the first one to break the `material rule'
and I fully bone up. I make an `H' sign, and he gives me one back.

"Swap horses!" Kurt calls out. "And the two winners this time will get to
grab both of the losers!" I fear that I am quickly getting involved deeper
and faster than I had ever anticipated. Quickly processing the
consequences, I see two scenarios: if I lose then both Will and Kurt get to
grab me, and I have to let them indulge themselves. If I win, then Kurt
will finally feel me grabbing him - which, I think, is partly what he
wanted all along.

I have to say something. "Boys, as your teacher, I'm not really comfortable
with where this seems to be going, but I did promise to muck around with
you. I'll go through with this only if you swear to me that nobody will
ever hear about it. Otherwise, I'd better get out and get dressed now." All
three smile at each other, then agree, crossing their hearts and hoping to
die!

I now have a decision to make. Am I going to `throw' the match and let both
Will and Kurt fondle me, or will I fight to win, and get to grab hold of
Kurt for the first time? "Game on!" I shout, and Will charges at me,
spurred on by Kurt, hooting and hollering as though he was riding a real
bronco. I lean to the side and, as Will charges, Karl pushes Kurt. Will
nearly loses his balance but recovers sufficiently to keep the game
alive. A real contest rages of pushing, pulling, wrestling and
struggling. `Win or lose?' I keep thinking, assuming that I will have
control over the ending. In the end, I decide that I should strive to win,
as much for Karl's enjoyment as for my own. As Will comes towards me again,
I crouch a little, lowering my centre of gravity, then spring upwards
pushing my shoulder into Will's chest just as he and Kurt come within
range. I then continue walking directly towards them so that there is no
chance of Will recovering his footing.

My rider, Karl, lets out a loud "Yee-haa!" than pats me on the head and
says, "Good boy, horsie!" He releases his legs and slides down my back. I
am tempted to put my hands behind me and catch his package on his way down
but I resist. What I wasn't expecting was for him to grab my cock as he
slid his hands down below the water level. And it isn't just a quick
grab. It's more like an extended fondle while he remains under the water,
hopefully so that the others cannot see what he is doing. Then he surfaces,
mischievously grinning directly into my eyes. It's obvious that he thinks
his brother is getting an unfair share of fun.

"Hey, cowboy! That wasn't in the rules!" I remonstrate playfully with
him. He shrugs and gives me a cheeky smile. Then I continue, "C'mon. Let's
get `em." He heads for his brother and I take Will, who turns to face me,
smiling. I give his firmness a few quick pulls and I envelop his balls
gently with my other hand. Then I call, "Swap!" By contrast to Will's
front-on approach, Kurt backs up to me, nestling and rubbing his cute, firm
butt cheeks hard against my erection which is restrained by my boxer
briefs. He's getting another good feel of me, this time without using his
hands! I reach around him and take hold of his cock, which I can feel is
rock hard and it starts to jerk at my touch. "Nice game, Kurt. Well
played." is all I say, getting an unrestrained caressing of his thick
boyhood and large, round, balls, then I release him. Will is right, he is
becoming a handful.

I need to get home and jack off. I can tell from his eyes that Will is as
horny as I am. He may even want to join me again at the bath. Yet again, we
could use the men's room together, side by side, while we abuse adjoining
holes. Both naked. Yep, the men's room gets my vote, and, I would love to
see the muscles of Will's powerful young bum in action.

I am not disappointed by my choice! Neither is Will.


(no cliff hanger this time. LOL)

To be continued...

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