Date: Thu, 11 Feb 1999 21:26:03 -0000
From: jimmykirk_uk@hotmail.com
Subject: Not Out 4

				  Not Out
				    by
				 jimmykirk

Part Four

With no game on the day we were all rather late to breakfast, and the pace
of the morning was leisurely. After picking up a substantial picnic hamper
from the refectory, I finally got the boys together and ready to leave
about ten o'clock. Mufti was the order of the day, and we all sported
shorts and T-shirts only, though I had insisted on caps as it was turning
into another scorching day.

The west Lancashire coast boasted a selection of seaside resorts, and I
opted for the smaller and quieter one of Southport. It was a good hour and
half or two hour drive away, but we had the radio in the mini-bus and a
test match commentary to entertain us. Nick and Tom sat in the front with
me and we chatted about the test match for most of the journey. I had
originally planned to go straight into Southport and have our lunch on the
pier, but the traffic was so heavy that I decided to take a slight detour
to Ainsdale, a few miles south. For those of you that don't know, Ainsdale
has some of the best natural sand dunes in England and a red squirrel
sanctuary! My main reason for choosing this location was that I knew it
would be easy to park and that there would be plenty of space.

As I had suspected, parking was easy and we were able be quite close to the
beach, which was two hundred yards away through a pine tree wood, after
which the sand dunes started for quarter of a mile or so before a nice long
and sandy beach. Four of the biggest boys were assigned to hamper carrying
(a hamper which could have held two of them) and we set out to find the
beach. All the boys had their caps and a small rucksack or holdall, and we
looked as if we were setting off for a long expedition.

After fifteen minutes we caught our first sight of the sea as we crossed
the top of the first sand dune, but the journey was far from over. There
was considerable amusement as various boys were pushed or slipped head over
heals down the sandy slopes. I made sure that the hamper was kept intact
and at times had to help with it.  Eventually, we crossed the brow of a
sand dune and in front of us opened up the flat beach, which stretched a
half a mile out to sea. To our left (and south) was an excellent view of
the busy shipping lanes into the Bay of Liverpool, and several large
container ships cruised past in the near distance. Behind them was the hazy
outline of the city of Liverpool. The beach to the north soon curved out of
sight, back towards Southport itself.

"We'll set up camp here," I said. "Don't wander too far out of sight! Lunch
will be in fifteen minutes!" With that the hamper was dropped and the boys
disappeared of up the sand dune, running and screaming as they did. I
unfastened the buckles on the hamper and opened it. Fastened to the inside
of the lid were sets of plastic plates and cutlery, and inside were three
plastic cool boxes. In the remaining space were countless packets of crisps
and other savouries. I peeked a quick look in each cool- box to find cans
of drinks in one, sandwiches and sausage-rolls in another, and cakes and
yoghurts in the last. A veritable feast. I made a note to myself to thank
the refectory staff upon our return. Realising there wasn't much for me to
actually do apart from unfasten the plates and take out the cutlery, I
pulled my cap down low over my eyes and sank back onto the sand. In the
distance I could hear laughing and screaming of the boys, and except for
the odd seagull, everything seemed very peaceful.

After five minutes the sun was eclipsed, and I looked up to see the
silhouette of Tom stood over me, in fact I only recognised him from his
brightly coloured bermuda shorts.

"Everything all right Tom?" I asked.

"Sure," he replied, plopping down in the sand next to me. I propped myself
up on my elbows, and turned to him.

"You sure?" I was worried because he hadn't smiled yet. Tom pulled his
knees up to his chest, and folded his arms around them.

"You know that Nick likes you a lot, don't you?" his tone was serious.

"Yes I do Tom," equally serious.

"You won't hurt him will you?" he looked me in the eyes.

"I'll try my very best not to, I promise," I kept looking into Tom's
eyes. "Will you promise me something now?"

"If I can," he replied honestly.

"Will you keep on looking after Nick like you do now?" At last Tom smiled.

"Of course I will," he answered.

"You're a good friend Tom," he just smiled again, "for both of us," I
continued.

"Really?" He fell back onto his elbows and stretched his legs.

"Yes, very much so, if you want to be my friend too," I rolled onto my
stomach.

"Cool!" he slapped me gently on the back to seal the deal.

"Why don't you go find the others then?" I asked. Tom leapt up, but as he
set off, I called after him. "Tom?" He turned, "thanks."

"No prob!" And he was off up the dune.

It took five minutes or so for all the boys to return, and they sat in
little groups of three or four, spread out across the sand valley we were
in. The food was plenty, and all eat well. Nick and Tom sat with me.

"What we going to do next?" asked Nick.

"Well, I thought we'd stay here a while," I looked out to sea, "the tide's
almost in now, so maybe you could have a swim. Then we'll go into Southport
and go to the funfair and get some tea before going back, ok?"

"Yeah! Cool!" both replied in unison. Nick scrambled away across the sand
to tell the other boys the plan. I watched as they began to kick off their
shoes and pull off their T-shirts.

"Hey!" I shouted, "get some suncream on before you get too far!" That
stopped half the boys in their tracks, and they returned to their bags to
put the required lotion on.  Nick ran back over to us, stripped his shirt
and shoes off, and began to head for the beach.

"Hey! Cream for you too!" I said. I took some out of my bag and Nick knelt
in front of me, so I quickly smeared some on his shoulders, the tops of his
arms and chest and rubbed that in. "Turn around," then I put some on his
chest, and finally a placed a big drop on his nose. "OK, you'll do."

"Thanks Jimmy," and in a flash he was off.

"You not swimming Tom?"

"In a bit," he replied, "I'm pretty full!"

"Me too!" From about a hundred yards away, and still fifty from the water,
I heard Nick calling.

"Jimmy! Tom! C'mon!" Tom stood up and put his hands to his mouth.

"In a bit Nick, OK?" he called. Nick just waved back in reply, and set off
for the water's edge. Tom wandered around the camp, picking up litter and
left-over food, I found a large carrier -bag from the hamper and I followed
him.

"Thanks for helping," I took a half-empty packet of crisps from him and put
it in the bag.

"Saves you doing it all," he offered. Five minutes, and but for the piles
of clothes, shoes and bags, the beach was clear.

"Well I fancy a bit of sun on my back," I said, pulling my t-shirt
off. "Wanna do the honours?" I tossed him the suncream, and then laid on my
stomach.

"Chance for revenge," Tom replied. He then knelt with one leg either side
of my hips, and dropped a large stream of cold liquid on my back. I
grimaced, and Tom giggled to himself. The lotion quickly warmed, and Tom
began to make long strokes along my spine to spread it out, then he seemed
to be moving it out to the side.

"Mmmm, that's feels good," I whimpered. Tom just continued his massage, now
he was sitting on me, and I could feel his balls and base of his hard cock
between my cheeks. I reached forward to my bag, and dragged out my
towel. "Spread this out for me, and then you can do my front too." Tom
spread the towel next to me and I rolled onto it. Now he took up position
sat alongside me, facing the sea. I held my hands behind my head as Tom
squeezed more lotion into a pool between my pecs. Resting on one hand, he
used the other to spread it out over my pecs. Slowly he moved down my
torso, massaging my abs. My eyes were firmly shut, and so I didn't notice
him squeeze some of the cold lotion into my navel, my stomach tensed in
shock and Tom giggled again. He worked this cream in with increasing
circles, eventually his fingers slipped slightly under my waist band with
each down stroke. Millimetre by millimetre his finger slipped deeper into
my shorts, until I felt a moist finger make the lightest of touches against
my erection, my hips lifted up in response. Tom stopped his hand and with
two fingers began to gently flick my end.

Suddenly I became aware of what might be seen from the water's edge, so I
rolled over onto my side to face Tom and put my back to any potential
observers. For a moment he rubbed some of the cream onto my raised hip, but
my position left a loose waistband at the front, and he slipped his hand
inside again. This time, he firstly moved his hand along the inside of my
thigh, so that the back of his wrist made contact with the whole of my
dick, and then he let his hand drop over my balls and he gently rolled them
around in the palm of his hand. I reached over to Tom's lap, and realised
there was no immediate way into his shorts. I took hold of his hardon in my
hand through the material, and his grip tightened around me. The legs of
his shorts came almost to his knees, so I carefully began to push the loose
material along his thigh until my fingers could touch his hipbone. Then I
moved my hand across and felt the edge of the tighter cotton inner, I
pushed my fingers into his soft abdomen, so that the elastication slipped
on top of them. I lifted hand and the elastic snapped down to the back of
my hand, moving my hand further down and lifting my wrist allowed me to
push the inner across his balls. Finally I lowered my hand and took hold of
his surprisingly thick-feeling cock. I pulled it to me and it popped into
the sunlight, a bead of precum glistened.

Tom moved his hand along my cock, and wrapped his fingers around me, the
combination of my own precum and the suncream made an excellent lubricant,
and Tom slid his hand slowly along my length. I took hold of Tom's
erection, and slowly I pulled down to reveal the whole of his swollen
cockhead, it was deepest red and shining in the sunlight. I positioned my
thumb and first finger carefully so that I could use his foreskin to rub up
and down his head - trying to avoid pulling too far down, because I guessed
this was the right thing to do. Tom began to moan and his strokes on me
began to get more rapid. I felt him began to harden even more and so I
slackened my grip for a moment. Tom had now pulled his arm so that the
waistband of my shorts slipped backwards to rest on his wrist, exposing my
dick to the fresh air too. His motions on me continued at an even pace, and
as I recognised the inevitable build-up to climax, I tightened my grip
again on him and began to pull his foreskin up and down. After no more than
three strokes from me Tom's dick set concrete solid and he began to
ejaculate, I felt two spurts rise up his shaft and then I was lost in my
own orgasm. My cum landed on the towel and mixed with some of Tom's, which
had mostly shot into the air, but some lay on his thigh. His cum was thick
and creamy like mine, and not at all like Nick's which was still almost
clear and watery.

We continued to gently rub each other, and I felt myself and Tom growing
soft.  Eventually we each withdrew our hands. I looked at Tom and smiled.

"Nick said it was OK to share," said Tom. I wondered when they had had
chance to have that conversation since last night.

"Yes, I'm glad he did," I replied, and I patted him on his thigh. "S'pose
you want to go tell him about it now?"

"Yes," Tom laughed.

"OK, but let me put some cream on you first!" Tom sat up straight and took
his t-shirt off. I knelt up and moved behind him, before squeezing some of
the lotion onto his shoulders. I rubbed it into his skin, taking care to
cover yesterday's burn. I put some on his chest too, and let my hand run
down across his stomach. I slipped it into his shorts causing Tom to moan
in surprise, then I burrowed down to tidy up his dick and inners. "Is that
better?"

"Much, thankyou Jimmy," I pulled him to me and gave him a little peck on
the back of his neck. "Go on! Go tell Nick your news!"

I stayed sat up on the towel and watched Tom sprint off to the water's
edge, the rest of the boys were at least a further fifty yards out, where
at least the water was waist- deep. At such a distance though it was
difficult to keep track of Tom and he dissolved anonymously into the group.

Quietly, over the next half an hour or so, the boys traipsed back to base
camp. Most took the chance to dry out in the sun, but some went off to play
'war games' in the dunes. Nick flopped down next to me.

"Nice swim?" I asked.

"Yeah cool!" he replied. He looked around and then leaned closer to me.

"Thanks Jimmy!"

"What for?" I was puzzled.

"Tom, of course, he was really, really happy," he explained.

"You all right about it?" I needed to be sure.


"Like I said, he's my best friend. And I like to share things with my best
friends," he smiled. "You made him happy, and that makes me happy, so
everything is...happy!"

I sent Nick off to round up the rest of the boys and soon we were making
our way back to the mini-bus. It was 4pm by the time I had found somewhere
to park in Southport, but at least we were on the promenade. I told the
boys to be back by six- thirty, pointed to where the main attractions were,
and then I released them. Most of course headed for the funfair, some
stayed in the nearest arcades, and a few headed straight towards the
nearest fast-food. I walked with Nick on one side, and Tom on the other.

"Can we go on some rides?" Nick was jumping with excitement.

"Course we can," I replied.

"Cool!" Nick ran ahead and returned a few minutes later. In his hand he
held a book of tickets. He held them up to me. "See, I even got some for
grown-ups!"

"Lemme give you some money for them," I said feeling guilty at how much he
must have spent.

"It's OK, I have loads of money," Nick turned and trotted off again. I was
about to call out to him to protest, and Tom nudged my arm.

"It's his way Jimmy, no point getting into a fight about it," I thought
about it, and realised that his parents would have had the same attitude.

"OK, thanks Tom. Let's have some fun then!" I pulled Tom by the arm and we
ran to catch up Nick.

The tickets Nick had bought were valid on all parts of the fair, including
the rides and stall and games. We wasted several each on various shooting
and hoop-throwing games, but then we arrived at the coconut shy. Not
wishing to brag, but as an ex- professional cricketer I had a reasonably
accurate and powerful throw, and my two county junior players did too. We
swept the board. I won a cuddly toy each for Nick and Tom, and between them
they won a huge teddy bear for me. The timing was unfortunate, because we
then had to spend the rest of our time at the park carrying them around -
my bear was almost as big as Nick!

Most of the rides were pretty tame and I was happy to let Nick and Tom ride
them whilst I baby-sat the cuddly toys. However, all the while we had been
moving closer to the fair's main attraction. 'The Looping Star' was a new
rollercoaster which had a corkscrew and revolution and we arrived and
watched for a while.

"I love rides like this." I said, watching the cars speed around the
circuit.

"No way!" protested Tom. "I'll watch the animals," he volunteered. Nick
barely reached the minimum height requirement, and that by standing on his
tiptoes. The assistant let him through because I said he was with me. We
took the first car, and the powerful overhead shoulder restraints hissed
shut over us.

"Ready Nick?" Nick answered by taking firmly hold of my hand. In seconds we
were catapulted away, and as the ride progressed and the turns became more
violent Nick's grip tightened on me, and his laughs and screams became
louder. The ride barely lasted ninety seconds, but it seemed an eternity of
physical extremes. We stepped from the ride weakened by its excesses.

"Tom, you gotta do it, it's wicked!" exclaimed Nick. I could see Tom was
worried.

"It doesn't matter that much Nick," I tried to restrain him.

"Go on Tom, go with Jimmy, it's cool!" Nick didn't relent. Tom thought for
a moment.

"OK, then," he acquiesced.

"You sure?" I asked. Before he could change his mind, Nick pushed us into
the queue. We settled into one of the rear cars, and the restraints pressed
us into our seats.  I took hold of Tom's hand and slipped them inside his
thigh and pulled his leg against mine. Then we were off again. Tom screamed
and shrieked the whole way around and was decidedly white when we got off.

"You feeling OK?" asked a concerned Nick when he saw his friend.

"Yeah, yeah," he replied. "Wanna come on again with me Nick?"

"Excellent!" Nick grabbed his friend's hand and they ran off to the
barrier. I watched them go around and I could hear their screams above
everyone else's.

At that point all the tickets were used up, and we returned to the mini-bus
to leave the toys behind before walking along one of the side streets to
find somewhere to eat. A burger and drink all round was my contribution and
we recounted the horrors of the 'Looping Star'. By the time we had slowly
walked back to where the bus was parked most of the boys were waiting for
us, happy that I hadn't lost any, I let them off for another hour to play
in the arcades. Finally at 7.30pm we assembled again and began the journey
home.

The first hour was full of animated conversation as each boy recounted
their exploits in the arcades and on the rides, but eventually things
became quiet as it became darker outside. Soon there was silence, and a
glance in my mirror showed that the boys behind were asleep or dozing. Nick
was sat next to me and his hand reached over to rest on the inside of my
thigh, at the same time he placed his other hand on Tom's nearest leg. By
the time we arrived back at the school, Nick too was asleep and his head
had fallen to rest on Tom's shoulder. As I finally stopped the bus outside
the dorm, I gave Nick's leg a squeeze.  "C'mon, we're back now," I turned
around and repeated the message. Slowly the boys roused and began to gather
their things. Smithy had heard us arrive and was in the door to greet
us. The boys swarmed around him telling him about their day.

"Success?" he asked, as I passed with armful of cuddly toy.

"I guess so!" I laughed. Amazingly the boys found a deep reserve of energy
and the next hour or so was hectic. I guessed that the excitement of the
next day's semi-final contributed too, and eventually, half an hour late,
they were all quiet and in bed.

I slipped away to have a nice long, hot shower. There was still sand in
places where sand oughtn't to be, and the long drive had stiffened up my
back. I was under the water for a good twenty minutes, and I checked each
of the dorms on my way back. In the middle dorm I could clearly see Tom's
outstretched body on the top bunk, and underneath was the much smaller form
of Nick with the sheet pulled tightly up over him. A quick glance into the
remaining dorm and then I crossed into my room.

As soon as I opened the door my attention was caught by a movement under
the sheet on my bed, and then I heard a familiar giggle.

"Nick?" I whispered, more giggling. I pulled the sheet away to reveal the
curled up body of my little lover. "So who's that in your bed?" Nick
uncurled his naked body.

"Some stuffed friends of mine," he could barely talk for giggling.

"Of course," and the penny dropped. "Come here you little..." I fell on top
of him , letting my towel drop to the floor. Nick squirmed a little under
me, and managed to straighten his body. My hips and groin were on the bed
between his legs, and my chest was flat against his. I wrapped my arms
around him and we kissed. Nick ruffled my hair as the kiss became more
passionate and soon I could feel his dick grinding into my stomach. "You OK
under there little man?" I realised that my 150lbs might be a bit much for
him to take for too long.

"Never better!" he replied. Nick hooked his hands under my arms and tried
to pull me higher towards his face, forcing my dick to press up against his
bum and hole. He moaned quietly as I pressed into him. Then he opened his
legs as far as he could and began to lift his knees. His thighs strained
against my body, so I raised my hips to allow them to pass and his thighs
came to rest on his stomach. I had now propped myself up on my locked arms
and I looked down to see his hardon and balls exposed to me and my dick
resting between his balls and thigh. I pulled my knees up to offer more
support for myself and I let them come along side his hips. I began to kiss
the back of one of Nick's thighs and let my tongue run down towards his
stretched cheek.

With one hand on each side I lifted him slightly up onto my thighs,
bringing his pink little hole closer to my face. I let my tongue wander
further, first to the back of his dick and then to gently flick his
balls. With a thumb only two inches each side of his hole I pulled his
cheeks apart, allowing me to probe further with my tongue. The wet tip
played around the darker rim of his hole, and Nick was squirming with
pleasure, his eyes tightly closed. Gradually, I let my tongue begin to
explore the hole itself. At first only a millimetre, and then with a
twisting motion I started to drill inside him and the first half inch
disappeared. I savoured the taste and feel of the hot and smooth
insides. With Nick in such an unyielding position, I was able to continue
my burrowing so that my tongue was deeply inside him, twisting and turning,
pulling in and out. Soon though I could do no more with my tongue, and I
sat up and took hold of my dick. A thick, long string of precum oozed from
its end as I brought it to press against his bum crack. I used this natural
lubrication to let it slide along until it hovered over his wet hole. I
placed my first finger on my swollen head and pushed it down. I watched as
the small muscles in his rim gently parted to let me in, and my head
entered easily. I held it there, remembering how Nick how let me enter him
slowly and in stages before. My knees slipped along the bed to lower me to
him some more and the next few inches were taken. I felt resistance and
hesitated, but Nick stretched his hands to rap his fingers over my hip
bones, pulling me to him. One low grunt and pubic hair was against the back
of his balls, and my balls rested against his cheeks.

Nick held me there, and wiggled his hips to try and work me as far as I
would go. I was as deep inside him as I could get, and the heat of his body
inside thrilled me.  Very slowly I began to make little thrusting motions,
and Nick's body rocked underneath me. He let one of his hands travel along
my side and to my shoulder and he pulled me on top of him so that we could
begin to kiss. He placed a palm on each side of my face and I could see
that this time he was keeping his eyes open. We stared deeply at each other
and for those few minutes it was as if we were the only two people on the
planet. My hand s had worked under him and I was supporting his body so
that I could keep balanced. I felt an orgasm begin and I held myself back,
before I began to thrust again. I did this several times and each time as
my dick began to swell Nick moaned. Finally though I had to give in to the
feelings I had provoked, and I felt Nick tighten around me too as I
convulsed into my own orgasm. As I was pumping the last few drops into him,
I felt Nick begin to contract even more and then he let out a cry as his
dick shot its own little load onto his stomach. After a minute, I began to
move.

"No, stay there, please," whispered Nick. So I straightened my legs a
little, pulled us both a little to the side whilst being careful to stay
inside him. It took ten minutes for my dick to soften and shrink enough for
it to just slip out of him, and as it did Nick kissed me. We were both
exhausted and Nick turned around so that he had his back to me as we lay on
our sides. I wrapped my arms around him to maximise the bodily
contact. Even though it was hot and sweaty I wanted to touch every single
inch I could.

"I've asked Tom to wake us up again, if that's all right?" This was the
last thing I remember Nick saying.


"Fine," I muttered, "I love you Nick..." Whether he replied or not I am not
sure , but I guess he did, and with that feeling of contentment we both
fell asleep.

"Hey, sleepy-heads," it was Tom's voice and now it was light again. I
opened my eyes to see Tom sat on the edge of the bed by Nick.

"Hi Tom," I squinted a little. "What time is it?" I remembered I hadn't set
the alarm.

"Six thirty," he replied. "Is that OK?"

"Sure," I smiled. "Why don't you get in with us?" Tom began to pull the
sheet off Nick (how did that get there?). "Hey," I said, noticing Tom's
boxers, and stretching to hook a finger over the waistband, "you won't need
those, it's pretty warm in here."  He slipped them over his knees, and got
into the bed next to the still sleeping Nick.  Tom faced me and Nick, who
was now the meat in our sandwich. I placed an arm over Nick and let it slip
over Tom's hip. Tom placed an arm under mine and stroked my back. Nick
stirred and turned onto his back. His eyes opened slowly and first he
looked to me, and then to Tom.

"Oh cool," was all he said, and closed his eyes again. Tom rolled slightly
to lie half on Nick, and I felt his knee rest on my thigh. I ran my hand
from his hip along his thigh and pulled his leg up, so that the return
journey with my hand was along the back of his thigh. I could feel his soft
downy hairs, and I gave a little squeeze as got to his bum cheek. The sheet
had stayed draped over mine and Tom's hips and formed a little tent above
Nick's stomach. I looked down and could see the head of Tom's hardon poking
up by Nick's hip, mine was buried somewhere under the smaller boy.  I
brought my hand up and along Tom's side, skipping over his ribs, until I
turned it so that my palm ran along his chest and stomach, stopping just
above his erection. I pushed him away slightly so that I could get my hand
to wrap around it. I just held it firmly and then pulled it so that Tom had
to adjust his position, letting his whole dick and balls now rest on Nick's
hip.

Nick now turned back on his side to face Tom and I was able to hook my
thumb around his hardon and pull the two boys cocks together. Nick was half
as thick as Tom , and about two inches shorter, but I was able to rub him
against Tom's moving foreskin, using Tom's precum as a lubricant for Nick's
skinless end. Whilst doing this I began to kiss the back of Nick's neck and
to push my hardon up and down his sweaty crack. Tom's breathing began to
quicken and I felt him harden, I knew he was close, so I released my grip
on him slightly, concentrating more on my work with my thumb. This time it
was Nick who was to cum first, but the feeling of that was enough to push
Tom over the edge and he followed soon afterwards. I amazed myself with my
dexterity!  Nick gave Tom a little hug, turned around and gave me a big
kiss.

"I gotta go the loo!" Nick said and jumped out of bed. He found his shorts
and put them on, and then disappeared out of the door. I pulled Tom towards
me, across the sticky wet mess on the sheets, and he placed an arm on my
chest. This soon moved down to my stomach and he took hold of my
hardon. His head though had followed the movement and I felt his tongue
lick the precum from my end. I moaned. His hand moved to my balls and his
lips parted to take me in his wet mouth. He made slow turning movements,
his tongue rolling around the edge of my swollen glans. Tom started to take
more and more of me until my whole length was in his mouth, his chin
resting on my pubes. He hand slipped up and down too once I was wet along
my whole length and, like with Nick, it only took a few of these strokes
before my orgasm started in my balls and moved upwards. As I began to shoot
he sucked me deep into the back of his throat and swallowed my full
load. After I was expended, he slowly let me out, kissing the tip before
letting go of me. At that moment Nick slipped in through the door.

"Been busy then?" he asked with a big smile on his face. Tom licked his
lips.

"Well I couldn't just leave Jimmy like that after he had done both of us,"
he explained. Nick jumped onto the bed.

"As if you need an excuse!" Nick countered. I didn't have the strength to
argue with either of them, and I let them continue with their playful
banter. Eventually we settled down again and had a quiet half an hour in a
three-way hug. The time passed quickly and soon it was past seven.

"Time to make a move I guess," I broke the silence.

"Do we have to?" begged Nick.

"Yeah, you gotta win that semi-final for me today," that lit up Nick's
face.

"Yeah, gonna score a ton today!" he said.

"I hope you do Nick, but first you gotta get up!" I explained. Nick sat up
slowly, and so he didn't feel so alone he poked Tom harshly in the
ribs. The two boys moved to the floor and put their shorts on.

"What you forgetting now?" I asked from my prone position on the bed. They
looked at each other and then at me and stepped back to the bed. Each bent
down and kissed me on the cheek simultaneously. "That's better!..Now.."

"Scoot!" they said together, and they were gone.


Part Five to follow soon

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