Date: Thu, 2 Dec 2004 17:50:57 +0000 (GMT)
From: Veneration <veneration2003@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Whangaroa Part 4

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Whangaroa
By Veneration

Part 4
Chapter 10


At breakfast the following morning, Helen the Toy announced, "We are
running low on supplies and need to go into town to stock up again. It will
also give us all a bit of a break from sailing."

"That's fine, dear," her husband replied. "You and Pam can take the kids
into town while Max and Jack and I go fishing."

Helen was about to object to this, when my father interjected. "Unless we
put it off for a day and we all go fishing together."

Jack the Grouch and Coarse Kev glared at this suggested change of plan, but
Helen abruptly decided not to object after all.

There was a glint in my mother's eye, as she knew a piece of manipulation
when she saw it, but she decided to let it go.

"What about you, Morrie?" she asked. "Are you going fishing?"

"Not likely," I replied, "Fishing is not my thing at all."

"Good, then you will be able to come with us."

"I don't think so. Shopping doesn't do much for me, either."

"We also plan to visit the Kauri Grove, and there is an excellent colonial
museum in town.  Are you sure you wont come along?" Mum asked.

"I don't think so," I replied firmly. "I've seen the Kauri Grove before,
and there's only so often that I want to look at big trees, and I'm not in
museum mode right now. I'm in holiday mode, and I plan to spend the day at
the bach, relaaaxing and reeesting."

"I'm going to stay behind and rest, too," Henry announced.

Quick thinking, lad. He could see a cunning plan at work.

"Oh, I don't think you should be bothering Morrie," Helen the Toy
objected. "You will be coming with us."

"It'll be fine," I reassured her. "I might just be able to keep the wild
lad under control.  We'll chill out, kick back, and do nothing all
day. After all, Henry needs a rest after yesterday's sailing."

Henry smiled at me gratefully.

"What about you, Larry?" Mum asked.

"Oh, I'll be going fishing," he replied.

The Snow Queen looked sour at that and urgently beckoned Larry to join her
on the veranda. It was surprising the adults didn't notice anything, but
they could be remarkably blind to what was going on around them with their
children. Which was just as well, come to think of it, considering how
close Henry and I had become.

I was sitting by the open window, so I could hear Larry and the Snow Queen
talk outside.

"You can't go fishing, you've got to come with us."

"Why not?" Larry asked. "Shopping will be so boring and I don't want to
visit some stupid old museum."

"You've got to come into town," Iris insisted. "There's something very
important I've to tell you and show you."

"What?"

"In town, not here, dummy."

"Oh, very well," Larry grumbled.

And so it was decided. The men went fishing in Coarse Kev's yacht, as he
was the best equipped with fishing gear. The females all went into town,
with a reluctant Larry in tow.  Henry and I were left on our own. We looked
at each other in delight.

"OK, kiddo," I said, "the cats are away. Now it's time for the mice to
play."

Henry looked sly. "Don't you mean it's time for the rats to play?"

"Ouch. You're not going to let me live that down, are you?"

"Nope," he replied with a grin. "So, what are we going to do?"

"How about going for a walk?" I suggested.

"Sounds great. Where are we going?"

"You'll see. We'll need to take some towels, too."

"Ah, so we're going for a swim. Cool. We'll need to bring our togs too,
then."

"No, they wont be necessary," I replied.

Henry was taken aback. "But . . . but . . . we're not going swimming naked,
are we?"

"Skinny dipping is the only way to go," I told him loftily.

"But people will see us naked," he objected. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," was the only answer I would give as we set out, carrying
towels, but not swimming costumes.

We walked along the road towards the shop and jetty for a little while,
then I turned off onto a track leading up the hill.

"Morrie, where are we going? There's nowhere to swim up here."

"You'll see." I grinned to myself.

The track was steep and narrow, so that we had to walk in single file. It
was uneven underfoot, with roots and with ruts where the water washed away
the track. It was often muddy, where water trickled down the hill. The
track was not used very often and so the ferns and shrubs and trees on
either side pressed close in on us. While the air was still cool in the
shade of the bush, there was no wind, so I was quickly sweating and panting
from the effort. I could hear Henry's quick breaths behind me.

The track lead over the hill and eventually ended up, after several hours
walking, in the next bay, but that wasn't where we were going. After a half
hour of climbing, I slowed down and started looking around for landmarks.

We stopped for a rest and Henry stood beside me, panting. "We aren't going
for a swim after all, are we? Then why the towels?"

I grinned at him. "Larry and I found this spot last year. It's pretty well
hidden, so I don't think anyone knows about it."

I walked around a large tree standing on the side of the track, pushed my
way through some bushes, then made my way through the trees, with Henry
following along behind.

After just a couple of minutes we came to a small clearing, where a small
stream chuckled down a steep mossy bank, into a small pool, and then
disappeared down the hill below.

Henry looked around in wonder. "Oh, wow. A secret pool." He looked at me
with a wide smile. "It's a nuddie pool."

"Skinny dipping is the way to go," I agreed and we threw off our clothes.

The water was chill, then refreshing as we became used to it, and the pool
hardly bigger than a hot tub. As we splashed around in the pool and leapt
around the bank, there was a freedom in letting the sun caress our naked
bodies and feeling the cool water sweep over our genitals. There was a joy
in being able to openly look at my boy's beautiful naked body as his cock
and balls waggled with his movements, and knowing that Henry was equally
looking at me.

When we decided to have a rest, we lay on our towels, side by side in a
sunny, dry patch of ground. I gently stroked Henry's arm, then ran my hand
up onto his chest, resting it on a nipple. His cock stirred and swelled,
his cockhead shyly peaked out from the protection of its foreskin, then
stood proudly forward. As Henry's spike jutted upwards, I could feel my
face flush and my own cock became rigid.

Henry was looking at my hard-on. "You're all hairy down there," he
observed. "And you have a nice stiffie."

I looked down at it critically. "It's a bit small."

"Oh, no, it's perfect," he reassured me. "Besides, I don't think I'd like
to have anything larger up my bum."

My heart began to beat faster at the thought. "What do you mean? I mean,
are you going to let me fuck you?"

"Well, we are going to be having, you know, sex aren't we?" Henry blushed
slightly. "And isn't that what blokes do when they have, um, sex?"

Now was my chance to say that it was absolutely compulsory.

"No, we don't have to do anything like that. We will only do exactly what
you want to do."

Henry looked thoughtfully at my hard-on. "Oh, I don't mind."  He looked up
into my eyes.  "Um, what do we do?"

As if I was any sort of expert. It wasn't as if I had done anything like
this before. Well, Studs Manley had, of course.

"Why don't you get on your knees and, ah, you can rest your elbows and head
on the ground."

I knelt behind Henry as he did this. Seeing his bum sticking into the air,
waiting for me, was so sexy. I put my hands on his arse cheeks and pulled
them apart to reveal his little rosebud. I had never seen an actual
arsehole before and it was all pink and puckered and not at all revolting,
as I had imagined.

"Morrie, what are you doing?"

"I'm just admiring your arsehole."

"That's weird. Are you going to do it now?"

I caressed his arse cheeks, aimed my cock so that it was pressed against
his pucker, then pushed firmly.

Ow. Henry's entrance was tight and unyielding and resisted the
intrusion. The pressure on my cock became uncomfortable.

"Ouch, it hurts. Pull it out Morrie," Harry begged.

At that moment, it was the smaller of my two heads that was in charge and
all it wanted to do was to go inside, inside, regardless of any violence it
did to the boy. I shuddered at the impulse, but with the last of my
self-control I withdrew.

Henry lay back down on the ground and looked up at me. "That hurt. Morrie,
I don't want to do it any more."

I sighed, disappointed and frustrated. "That's OK, boyo, we don't have to
fuck. We can still have fun."

"Why don't we just have a nice wank, then," and he reached for my hard
cock.

"Nah, I've got a better idea." I positioned myself over Henry's naked body.

He looked at me apprehensively. "What?"

"Don't worry, you'll like it."

I lowered my head to his groin. His cock had gone soft and his cockhead was
hiding again inside his foreskin. I kissed the tip and Henry gasped. I
licked the end and his cockhead rapidly came out to meet me. I let his
rapidly stiffening cock expand between my lips and into my mouth. I plunged
down until Henry's cock was tickling the back of my mouth and his pubes
were scratching the tip of my nose. There was a slightly sweaty, slightly
funky boy-smell.

"OH, Morrie!" he gasped.

I sucked that perfect popsicle as Henry groaned, until he went rigid,
quivered and squirted his little deposit in my mouth. I savoured the slimy
feel and slightly bitter taste, then covering his body with mine, I kissed
him. I rested my weight on my knees and elbows, ever the gentleman me, but
our bodies were in intimate contact from head to foot. My still hard cock
was a rigid bar against Henry's belly.

Henry wrapped his arms around me and kissed me passionately. His tongue
explored my mouth, as he had so recently learned to do. Then his brow
wrinkled in a slight frown and he broke contact.

"Um, that's not my spunk I can taste, is it?"

"Of course it is, you silly goose. What do you think happened to it?"

"Yuk, that's gross."

I smiled fondly. "You'll get to like it, boychick, it's the nectar of the
gods, so get used to it." I gave him a friendly peck on the lips.

Henry ran his tongue over his lips and around his mouth, thoughtfully and
rather dubiously. "I don't have to, you know, suck your thing do I? I'm not
sure I'd like to do that."

I smoothed the hair off his brow. "You do still want to do stuff with me,
do you?"

"Oh, yes."

"And you do trust me, don't you?"

"Of course I do, Morrie."

"Then our sex is going to be an adventure. You will do exactly what you
want and only when you are ready for it. I think you will find that as time
goes on, you will want to try new things, and that's when you should do
them. In the meanwhile, I will wait patiently.  I'll be a quivering,
frustrated wreck, but that's OK, don't worry about it," I said sadly and
pathetically.

Henry grinned. "Idiot." Then, "You're still hard. I can feel it poking a
hole in my belly."

"I am," I admitted.

"I can give you a nice wank, if you like."

"Nah, I've got a better idea. But don't worry, you'll like it"

Henry laughed and his eyes brightened at the anticipation of what might
happen. We resumed kissing and our tongues wrestled and explored each
other's mouths. I gently rubbed my erection against his belly and cock and
I could feel his cock stiffen again at the sensation. My cock pushed its
way into the crevice between his balls and thigh, and underneath his balls,
between his thighs. Then the stimulation of my cock and the thought that
the sexy boy was mine set me off. I groaned as I came and collapsed on
Henry, before rolling off him again.

We washed the mess off our bodies in the pool and lay back down on the
towels, wrapped in each others arms. The air was as warm as the smiles on
our faces, the sun kissed our bodies dry, and a pair of friendly fantails
flitted and chirped overhead as they caught tiny flying insects.



Chapter 11

Henry and I returned to the bach for lunch, happy and peaceful, and only
slightly sunburned. There were bits of our bodies that the sun normally
never saw that had gone pink, but fortunately we were not likely to have to
explain that to our parents. And did we have an afternoon of torrid sex
afterwards? No, instead we sat on the veranda, hand in hand, looking at the
view. It was soppy, but sweet.

Henry sighed happily. "I thought it was going to be a good holiday when I
heard that our families were going sailing together and that I'd be seeing
you every day, and then it got better when you agreed to crew on our yacht,
but I never dreamt that it would be this good."

"You know, I could listen to you say that all day, but I'm not quite sure
why you would. I was never all that friendly to you."

Henry shrugged. "I know, but I knew I was too little for you to bother
about and I always admired you."

"Hmm, so you are a somewhat backward and retarded boy, then."

Henry grinned, released my hand, and slapped me sharply on the thigh.

"Ouch. Are you always going to be beating me up?" I complained.

"Yep," he agreed as he took back my hand. "Morrie, I wish this holiday
didn't have to end."

"Yeah, me too."

"I'm going to miss us not being together like this," he continued.

"We'll still see each other, and we can visit each other."

Henry looked doubtful. "But it will be different back home, with school and
stuff. And how can we visit each other, our parents are going to think it's
very odd."

"I'm going to be moving into a flat after the holiday. You will be able to
visit me there."

Henry's expression brightened, then fell again. "But what about your
flatmates? What will they think when a kid starts hanging around?"

"It'll be cool. I'm flatting with some friends I met in the Varsity Gay and
Lesbian Society.  The girls are a couple, you'll like them. And the bloke's
pretty laid back, he wont worry about you."

Henry smiled. "That sounds great." Then his brow wrinkled in
thought. "Morrie?"

"Yeah?"

"Does that mean that you're gay, then?"

I would have thought it was pretty damned obvious by that stage, but that's
OK. There are none so blind as those who are not ready to see.

"Yes, it does."

"Oh." He thought some more. "Does that mean that I'm, um, you know, gay
too?"

"No, it doesn't," I replied. "It just means that I'm so incredibly hot that
you find me irresistible."

"Skite," Henry laughed, then he changed the subject, not ready to pursue
the thought about what he might, or might not, be.

When we saw Coarse Kev's yacht enter the bay, we smiled at each other and
let our hands fall apart.

"Well, it looks like the cats are back," I said.

"Yes, it does, Ham," Henry agreed.

"What's this ham?"

He grinned. "That's my nickname for you."

"Huh?"

"You know, the pied piper of Hamlin, who lured away all the rats and stole
the boys."

"You little beast," I roared, and lunged for him.

But Henry was ready for me, and he leapt out of the sofa, and with loud
laughter he raced away madly as I chased after him. I cornered him,
giggling, in the kitchen, folded him into my arms, and gave my boy one last
kiss before reality could intrude once more.



Chapter 12

That evening, I was sitting on my bunk, reading. One problem with all that
communal holiday stuff was getting some time to myself. Larry came into the
room and threw himself on my bunk with a groan, jamming me against the
wall. So much for having my own personal space.

It was also completely unlike the Larry of the past 4-5 years to be so
friendly. It was if our conversation of the previous evening had released
something between us. We were hardly likely to return to the easy physical
intimacy of earlier years, as Larry was no longer a little boy, but perhaps
it signalled a return to the previous openness of our relationship.

"What was the important stuff that, um, Iris wanted to tell you?"

"I have no idea," Larry replied in bewilderment. "We just went shopping and
visited the dumb museum, and talked about nothing at all. When I asked what
was so important, she'd just get snotty and wouldn't answer. What's with
girls anyway?" Larry asked in disgust.

"Probably what was important was just that you spent the day with her. It
didn't matter what you did or said," I suggested.

"Well, it was a total waste of a day and I'm getting sick of Iris. I mean,
I don't even fancy her all that much, and if she wont even go past first
base, what's the point?"

Larry scowled and muttered and made himself comfortable, while I felt
rather squashed.  He used to pop into my bed with me on weekend mornings
until he was about 7-8, which was cute, but we were both a lot smaller
then.

"So, how was your day with Henry, anyway?"

"It was nice and relaxing," I replied.

"He idolises you, you know."

"He does?" I tried to sound surprised.

I was discovering that Larry could be alarmingly perceptive. Where was that
dopey teen that I thought that I knew?

"Sure he does, he dotes on everything you do. You know, if you wanted to
mess about with him, I bet he would go for it."

"I'll keep that in mind," I said rather faintly.

"Unless you've already done stuff together. You haven't, have you?" Larry
asked.

"Er, no, of course not."

Larry stared at me with narrowed eyes. "You have! You and Henry have been
foolin' around. Hah! You can't deny it."

I blushed.

"You dirty dog. What have you two been up to?"

"A gentleman never kisses and tells," I loftily assured him.

"I don't believe it," Larry continued in amazement. "There I was with big
plans for the holiday, thinking that you wouldn't be getting any. Now I
find that you've been getting laid and it's me with blue balls."

"TANJ," I agreed.

Larry tugged at his crotch. "I'm so horny. I've got to do something."

"There's always Mrs Palm and her five daughters," I suggested.

"What? Oh, yeah. I've been there, but it gets so boring. I need something
more." Larry looked at me slyly. "You could always help me out, you know."

I froze for a moment. "What do you mean?"

"You could jerk me off."

"Don't be ridiculous," I managed to say.

"Why not? You like to play with blokes' dicks, don't you. Go on," he
encouraged me.

I felt a chill of fear at Larry's words, as I wondered what sort of trap I
might be getting myself into.

"Yeah, right. And if I try something, you'll just laugh at me and call me a
pervert."

"I wont," he promised. "Go on, you know you want to."

"I'll call your bluff," I warned him, "then you'll get a horrid surprise."

Larry just smiled as he lay besides me.

Of all the stupid things I've done, this would have to be one of the
stupidest. Help, Studs, I need you to rescue me. But Studs Manley was
nowhere to be found.

I tentatively put my hand on Larry's bare thigh and ran it up his leg until
my fingers were inside the opening of his shorts. I waited for his
reaction, but he just lay quietly. I lifted my hand and placed it on his
crotch. I could feel his mound underneath, then with the warmth of my hand,
it began to swell as his cock stiffened.

"This is stupid," I muttered. "We can't do this."

"Why not? Tell you what, if you wank me, I'll wank you."

I thought I was getting past being surprised by Larry, but that sure proved
me wrong.

"You don't think that's a bit gay?" I asked him.

"Nah, we're just having a wank. Fellas do it all the time."

"But Henry might come in."

"Nope, he's busy playing cards."

Larry began to undo his fly and the last of my reservations was gone. We
shimmied down our pants to reveal our straining erections. I grasped
Larry's fat hard-on as it lay along his belly, then with that rigid hot
cock in my hand, began to stroke it. The feel of Larry's hand jerking me
off was different to doing it to myself, making the sensation novel and
exciting.  All too quickly, Larry came and the sight of his spunk spurting
over my hand and onto his belly set me off with a gasp.

As our spunk puddled and our cocks shrunk, Larry grinned at me. "Messy."

I agreed and, clambering out of the bunk, we began to clean ourselves up.

"Well, little brother, if you were worried about me molesting you when you
realised that I was gay, I've finally gone and done it now."

"No," he replied thoughtfully, "I wasn't worried."

"So you trusted me?"

"Yes, but that wasn't it. I wondered if you might do anything, but it
would've been OK if you had. It would've been kinda neat to find out about
sex from my big brother."

Larry still had the power to shock me.



Chapter 13

We had only just gotten ourselves respectable, when Jack, the Grouch, burst
into the room.

"Oh, you're here," he said to Larry.

Larry just shrugged, but what could he say to such an obvious and stupid
statement.

"Helen was saying that you were getting a bit too friendly with Iris
today. Where is she now?"

Larry shrugged again, teens being known for their dumb insolence.

"She said she was going to the store for an ice-cream," I replied, being a
polite responsible sort of chap, "but that was quite a while ago."

"Oh, did she now," and with that the Grouch stormed out of the room again.

Larry and I looked at each other and shrugged at Jack's antics.

"That was a bit close," I commented.

"Yeah," he replied with a grin. "We almost gave the Grouch the biggest
thrill he's had in years."

Our bit of brotherly bonding over, brothers that come together stick
together you know, we joined the rest of the group in the living area.

Jack eventually returned to the bach with a tearful Iris in tow. He had
found her in a compromising position with a 20 year-old, who was staying in
a house further up the harbour, and who Iris had met at the store.

It was never quite explained to the fascinated audience what the
compromising position was, but a surprising discovery was that Iris had, in
fact, first met this bloke a couple of days previously and had been
stringing him along, and for that matter poor Larry, ever since.

The scene got thoroughly nasty, the Grouch continuing the Anderson
tradition of having their family fights in public, and ended with Jack
announcing that he was cutting his holiday short and that he was returning
home with his children the following morning.

Trust the Snow Queen for finding a way to thoroughly spoil the holiday for
everyone else.

The boys' bunkroom was quiet as we got ready for bed that night. There was
no chatter or sexy peeking at other boys' dickies.

I had barely begun to get to know my sweet Henry, and to have our romance
interrupted so suddenly left a feeling of loss.

"I hate my fuckin' sister," Henry muttered savagely as he put on his
pyjamas.

Larry complained from his bunk, "If the bitch was putting out for that
bozo, why couldn't she put out for me?"

Oh, Larry, you might be a spunk, but you're still a boy. What the Snow
Queen was looking for was a man.




Chapter 14

If there had been any natural justice in the world, the next day would have
been grey, weeping with rain, and with a chill wind blowing. But there aint
and, in spite of my mood, the skies were blue, the air was warm, and a
gentle breeze promised a perfect summer's day.

After breakfast, I helped Jack and Henry haul their yacht out of the water,
then pack it up ready for travelling. We returned to the baches so the
Andersons could pack their gear and say goodbye to everyone.

Henry and I went down to the waters edge for our private farewell.

"I wish I wasn't leaving early."

"Me too. TANJ, little buddy."

"TANJ," he sadly agreed. "Will we really see each other back home, like you
said yesterday?"

"Absolutely. We are boyfriends, you know"

"Are we?" Henry looked astounded at the thought that two blokes could be
boyfriends.  "We are!"

His eyes lit up with a joy so intense, it almost broke my heart.

Henry grinned. "We can still do stuff. I might even let you stick it up my
bum."

"Oh, yes. I think you had better go now, otherwise I might stick it up your
bum right here and now."

Henry giggled. I kissed him on the lips and we walked back up to the
bach. Anyone could have seen us kiss, but at that moment I didn't give a
fuck.

After the Andersons had left, the remaining families went sailing for the
day. It felt slightly odd to be back on my family's yacht again. Odd, but
comfortable, like slipping back into an old pair of jeans where the rough
edges had been worn smooth.

And were we all deeply depressed? Oddly enough, no. I missed my Henry, but
our relationship was becoming so intense I was beginning to fear that it
was sure to be discovered. That would have been a disaster, compared to
which the whole saga with Iris would be a mere storm in a teacup. Our
separation gave us the chance to pause and take stock of our love, with the
promise of it developing further back home. My shift into a flat would give
me the independence and transition into adulthood that would allow that to
happen.

Anne was quiet. She had been disillusioned to find that her role model had
clay feet, but was perhaps a little relieved that she could put aside the
intensity of hero-worship and return to the relative calm of family life.

Larry was happy. Iris had led him through all sorts of emotional turmoil
and frustration.  He could now forget about all of that and concentrate on
the pleasures of a sailing holiday, and being a moody, surly, rebellious
teen of course.

Larry and I worked together amicably during the day's sailing. It was as if
our bickering had become a habit that, once broken, was no longer
necessary. I hadn't realised how much I had missed our friendship. This
was, however, noticed by our parents.

"It's nice to see you boys getting on so well, for a change," Mum
said. "That spell of Morrie's on Jack's yacht seems to have done some
good."

"It's just a plot to put you off your guard," I replied. "When you least
expect it, I'm going to murder Larry in the vilest and most painful way
possible."

"In your dreams," Larry retorted.

"You're so right," I said.

Even Larry laughed at that.

The dreaded pirate Captain Studs Manley was especially busy that season,
rampaging through the Caribbean, pillaging and raping wherever he went. He
never raped any women, though, that would be ungentlemanly. Dogs, goats and
other animals were pretty safe from him, too, though not from his evil
bosun, the Snow King.



Chapter 15

I was sitting on the veranda outside the boys' bunkroom after tea that
evening, when Larry sat beside me with a thud. I glanced over at him and he
grinned back at me.

"What we did last night was so hot." Larry said as he adjusted his
crotch. His legs were splayed out, crowding me on the sofa, and one knee
rested against mine. "Of course, I'm horny again. I need some relief."

What had I gotten myself into?

"You don't need me for that. I mean, you do know how to jerk yourself off,
don't you?"

"Yeah, yeah, but wanking's for wankers." He laughed at his own wit. "You
know blow- jobs? Now that would be really hot." Larry paused. "I could
really go for one of those."

I knew what I had gotten myself into, and that was trouble. It looked like
Larry regarded me as some sort of sex object for him to get himself off.

Larry looked at me consideringly as he planned his next move. "It would be
fantastic if you gave me a blow-job. Why don't you, huh?"

"Forget it," I replied shortly. I folded my arms and stared out at the
bay. I didn't like being treated like some sort of tart.

"Why not?" Larry begged. "It's what queers do, isn't it?"

"Queers don't have to do anything." My voice was cold as I stood up. "The
question is, Lawrence, why a straight boy like you is so much into all this
queer stuff."

I walked away to join the rest of the families inside, leaving Larry alone
in the dark.

Later that evening we were changing as we got ready for bed.

"Morrie."

I ignored him, as I had all evening.

"Morrie, we gotta talk. Please, man." At the desperate tone to his voice,
in spite of myself I turned to look at Larry.

He was standing naked, looking at me pleadingly. "I'm so sorry for what I
said. It was really stupid and I didn't mean anything by it." Larry's
shoulders drooped a little. "I thought it was great we were starting to get
on well together again these holidays. All I wanted was for us to have a
bit of fun and now I've gone and stuffed it up."

I sighed. "You're a little twat, Larry. All you wanted was to get your
rocks off."

His expression lightened and he grinned a little. "Yeah, but you already
knew I'm a twat, bro. You tell me often enough."

I smiled and shook my head ruefully. "Well, I guess I'm stuck with you. I
must have been truly evil in my previous life to get landed with you as a
brother this time round."

"Yeah? And fuck you too, Morrie."

"In your dreams, Larry."

"No. In YOUR dreams."

We paused, then laughed.

"Oops. Perhaps that wasn't the best thing to say, under the circumstances."

Larry grinned in agreement.

"Morrie?"

I groaned. "I think I'm afraid to say 'what'."

"Just to make it up to you, how about I give you a blow-job?"

I looked at Larry in shock. "You can't be serious."

He shrugged. "Sure, I am."

"But that's, that's a pretty gay thing to do. Are you sure you're not
. . .?"

"No, I'm NOT," Larry replied. "I don't want to be gay, I mean I'm not
gay. I want to be normal, I mean I am normal. Sorry, Morrie, but I don't
want to be like you."

"Larry, if you were as queer as a three-bob watch, you wouldn't be anything
like me. Then why?"

"It's not gay, it's just a couple of blokes helping each other out and
having a bit of fun. I mean, I wouldn't do it with anyone else, but you're
different. You're my big brother."

I shook my head, doubtfully. "I don't know about this."

Larry grinned. "Why not? Don't try to tell me you wouldn't like a
blow-job."

He gently pushed me down onto my bunk and bent over my cock, that was by
this time hard and quivering. He closed his mouth over me and I gasped at
the sensation of his tongue licking my sensitive cockhead. Larry started to
take all of my cock in his mouth, but choked slightly when it hit his
throat, so withdrew a little so that only half was still inside. I rested
my hands on his head and caressed his short black hair as he began to suck.

The sensation, and the sight of my cock disappearing into Larry's mouth was
too much.  "Oh, Larry . . . " I began to warn him, then I came.

He choked slightly at the sudden squirt, then swallowed. Larry hauled
himself up and lay on top of me, so that his deep blue eyes gazed into
mine. My hands rested on his arse- cheeks, which seemed to be such a
natural place for them to be.

"Your spunk is disgusting," he complained, but he had swallowed, he was
smiling, he didn't look at all disgusted, and I could feel his hard-on
against my belly. For a straight fella, he sure seemed to be getting into
it.

Larry's smile disappeared and he looked a little nervous. "Um, Morrie?"

"What? I suppose you want to be sucked off now?"

"No. I mean that would be great, but I wondered, could I fuck you? Please,"
Larry pleaded.

"Oh?" I replied coldly. "Is that was this is all about? You just want a
fuck and Iris isn't here, so you thought that if you blew your queer
brother he would oblige?"

I couldn't get up and walk out as Larry had me pinned to the bunk.

"No, it's not," he insisted. "I mean, we are going to keep on doing stuff,
aren't we? OK, so I do get horny. But we are just helping each other out
until I start doing it with girls, and you like blokes anyway, so why
not. We are going to mess around, aren't we?'

Did I really want all the trouble that sex with Larry was likely to bring?
But then, how could I stay angry at the sexy naked boy in my arms?

I shrugged. "Maybe."

"And if we are going to be doing all sorts of stuff, including fucking, it
would be fantastic if I could start with a fuck. Then I would know what
it's like and I wouldn't be a virgin anymore. Please."

I sighed. "Oh, I guess so. You're just a sex-obsessed horny little monkey,
aren't you."

"Yep," he replied with a big smile. "Thanks, Morrie."

Larry paused and looked a little uncertain about what to do next.

"What you need is to put some lubrication on your cock."

After the experience with Henry, I had learnt the problems with dry
fucking.

"Oh?"

"So it'll go up my arse easily."

"Ah. Um . . . "

"There's some handcream in the bathroom that you can use," I told him.

"Right."

Larry leapt to his feet, hesitated as he looked at his underpants lying on
the floor, then dashed out of the room. He was back in the room a few
moments later, stiffie waving in the air.

"Meet Mum and Dad?" I asked.

"Nope," he replied with a laugh

Larry sat on the bunk and I watched with interest as he applied handcream
to his erection.

"Now you can grease up my arsehole."

"What? I don't want to touch your shitty hole." Larry screwed up his face
in distaste.

"And where do you think your cock's going?"

"Yeah, but . . . Oh, OK," he agreed with a sigh.

I turned over onto my belly and pretty soon felt Larry's hand wriggling up
my bottom. It was a most peculiar sensation, feeling someone else's fingers
probing and fiddling with my hole. Then he slipped a finger inside as he
greased my ring. I gasped at the sensation. I had never in my wildest
imagination dreamed that there could be a feeling of pleasure from my
arsehole.

Larry's finger was withdrawn and a moment later I felt his cock pressing
against my entrance and forcing its way inside.

I groaned at the pain. "Careful, Larry, not so fast," I begged, but he
drove ahead regardless until I could feel his groin press against my butt.

Larry lay heavily on my back, the weight of his body pressing me to the
bed. My face was turned to one side on the pillow and his cheek rested
against mine. The pain transformed into discomfort, then into a sense of
fullness. I felt complete. He kissed me on the cheek, then began to thrust
into me. I began to groan at the waves of pleasure that emanated from the
core of my being.

Larry began to fuck harder, his breaths against my cheek came faster, then
with a shudder and a sigh, he was done. I felt his cock shrink and pop out
of my hole, with a sense of loss and regret.

Larry rolled off me and I turned to face him. He loosely draped an arm
across my waist and gave me a sweet, slow smile.

"Did you, I mean, was that OK?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," I sighed, "that was very OK."

"It didn't hurt?"

"Only at the start. After that, just the opposite."

Larry looked thoughtful. "Oh? Well then, maybe next time . . .  Thanks,
bro, you've always been the best," and he gave me a friendly kiss on the
lips.



Afterword

I now had two beautiful boys to deal with and to make my life
complicated. Henry was my boyfriend, my lover, for as long as that might
last. We can hope, but never be certain how long a love may last, and can
only give thanks while it does.

Larry was my brother and that was completely different. Was he gay, bi, or
straight? This was a question he didn't want to face at his age, he was
simply sexual. Whatever the future, our sex together wasn't likely to last
long, as we were not lovers. But as brothers, we could be friends and
allies for the rest of our lives.

And what did Studs Manley think about such pansy stuff? I didn't care what
he thought.  Studs Manley could go fuck himself with his 8 inch schlong, as
I had no use for him any more.



THE END