Date: Sun, 16 Aug 1998 02:17:56 +0100
From: Dean Lidster <dean@deans-domain.nu>
Subject: The Exchange

                                                T H E   E X C H A N G E
                                                        by Dean Lidster
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                                   PART THREE
                         (Chapters thirteen to fifteen)

DISCLAIMER
~~~~~~~~~~

This story contains sexual acts between boys. If this is not to your 
tastes, then why in God's name are you reading this in the first place,
huh? If you're curious, then that's fine by me - just remember: an open
mind and an open heart is the secret to a good and happy life. If you
are UNDER the age of concent for state / geographical location / planet
that you're in / on etc, please leave now (unless you want to be
educated and have an open mind that is!)

I spose this story is copyrighted. By this, I mean that I wrote it and
would not particularly want anyone to subtly alter it and pretend it
is their own. However, you MAY post it to any newsgroups, archives
etc, print it, give it to friends without my prior permission PROVIDED
THAT I STAY ACCREDITED AS THE AUTHOR AND YOU DO NOT CHARGE FOR DOING 
SO. Easy :-)

The story is fiction, and whilst there are references to real live
people in here, none of this took place outside of my hormone-driven
mind...

If you like this story, mail me at dean@deans-domain.nu. If you don't
like it, mail me anyway and tell me why! 

The latest version of this saga may be found at my web site:
http://www.deans-domain.nu/ourplace/stories

Cheers,
Dean




               Dedicated to Lee - I will love you forever.






CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Zac's day had dragged by. "When the minutes seem like hours and the 
hours seem like days..." Zac quietly sang to himself as he lay in his 
bed, Gareth sleeping soundly. He reckoned that he must've spent at 
least three hours in Russell's classroom today, and as they didn't 
have PE or Games on Thursdays, he felt he'd hardly seen the light of 
day!! 

"Zac, you awake?" came Gareth's whispered voice.

He took a deep breath. "Yeah," he sighed, bracing himself for another 
verbal assault.

"Look, I'm sorry for what I said... I... It... It's not fair on 
you... I was just jealous... We never said that you couldn't be with 
anyone else... I guess I was just jealous. I... Sorry, man..."

Zac turned onto his side, propping his head up with his arm, just 
being able to determine Gareth's outline. "Gareth, I..."

"Don't bother," he sniffed, fighting the already lost battle of 
holding back his tears. "It wasn't your fault. Don't be unhappy 
because of me. If I'd have been Jon, I would have done the same..." 
His last word was drowned slightly as his voice portmentaued up a 
couple of octaves as the tears broke through his depleted barrier of 
self control.

Zac thought about his situation and for a moment wished he could just 
escape - leave everything behind and start over. Then he realised 
he'd be leaving the love of Gareth - the love he had simply 
overlooked - taken for granted - until now. He never wanted to do 
that. He'd seen Ike get messed up by this "love" thing before, and it 
had managed to change him into an unhappy, unpleasant person that was 
all to quick to chastise and recriminate. But it had happened to him 
without him really knowing it, and there was nothing he could do.

In the split-second it took for Zac to think all this, he recalled 
all the fun he'd had with Gareth in their trailer at the NEC, how 
much he'd felt for him. 

Zac threw his covers back and walked over to Gareth's bed, slipping 
in beside him. He felt Gareth tense as he did this, so he put his arm 
around him and kissed him on the cheek.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his breath moving a wisp of Gareth's hair, 
causing Gareth to smile as it tickled his cheek. "I shouldn't have 
let it happen. I was too dumb to realise how I felt for you... Sorry, 
Gareth."

Those few words from Zac made him drop all inhibitions towards him, 
and even though he knew in his heart that Zac would never ever be 
able to behave himself for any period of time, right then he didn't 
care as the hot body of the stunning twelve-year-old pulled itself 
against him. Gareth breathed a long, contented sigh, the anguish of 
the day having taken a toll on him both mentally and physically.

"See you in detention tomorrow," he whispered to Zac. He kissed him 
gently on the cheek, and the two reconciled boys gradually drifted 
off into the solace of sleep.


==========


"Deadliest," exclaimed Tay.

"What? You can't get 'deadliest' from Dean's name!"

"You sure can," he said as I fed him another bite of his pizza. "You 
could have 'deadlines' too, but 'deadliest' sounds cooler..."

You can tell how boring evenings can be when stuck in a field with 
practically nothing to do, especially when five lads are reduced to 
trying to find the longest anagram from each others' names. Usually, 
cow-pushing was the main attraction but that was out of the question 
as there were no cows in the vicinity...

"I got a good one for Triv," grinned Jamie. "'Teeniest'!"

"No - that's you, bare bone boy... Besides, I don't think you can 
live up to your anagram!"

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"'Creamier'."

"Hey, just coz I can still have multiple orgasms..."

"I can't get anything out of Tony's name," I said, scribbling out my 
scrawl for the umpteenth time on the back of the pizza box.

"It's actually 'Anthony'," Spider sheepishly admitted.

"Anthony?" questioned Jamie, bursting out into fits of laughter.

"What's wrong with that?" he asked, his face starting to go into 
'kick the shit' mode.

"Nothing. Just wanted to see your reaction!" grinned Jamie. 

"Well, that helped a bit, Spidey, the only problem is I now get 
'Hootenanny'!"

"Or 'hothead'," chipped in Tay, peering over the now very congested 
lump of cardboard.

"How the hell can you do that?"

"What?"

"Just look at a word and see anagrams like that?"

"Uh... I dunno... Just can. More pizza, please," he said, holding his 
mouth open.

"You, Mr. Hanson," I said, gently feeding the corner of an 
exceptionally large slice into his mouth while I ran my free hand 
through his hair and up the back of his neck, "are getting a little 
too big for your boots, me thinks!" and with that, I smeared the 
contents of the slice all over his face, causing him to fall 
backwards off his log with surprise. Never one to miss an open 
opportunity, I leapt off my log and landed on top of the now 
pepperoni-smelling Hanson.

The sight of my favourite pop star covered in my favourite pizza 
topping looked good enough to eat, so eat I did, licking the spicy 
tomato sauce from his face and gently nibbling along his eyebrows.

"Fuck it: who needs the pizza?" exclaimed Jamie as he jumped on Triv 
and began licking his face in earnest, initially to Triv's disgust, 
but gradually becoming more and more appreciative, he in turn licking 
back at Jamie. Of course, the licking for both parties naturally 
escalated to kissing and finally to a full-on snog.

"Friggin' hell! Would you guys PLEASE cool off just a bit? Its bad 
enough a STRAIGHT couple doing it in front of you, but... well..." 
Spider looked quite pissed off.

"Just coz you ain't gettin' any!"

"I don't fuckin' want none of that shit, ta very much!"

"You're gonna have to put up with it, I'm afraid," smiled Triv. 
"You're sleeping with us!"

"Oooooooh no - I AIN'T sleeping with you arse-bandits. No way!"

Tay and I sat up from our reclined position and disentangled our 
limbs from one another as we watched the show.

"So where are you gonna sleep then?"

"I can tell you where I AIN'T sleeping!"

"Awwww - come on, Spidey - we're only fooling around..."

"That's what's worryin' me!"

"Triv, Jamie - would you mind if Tay and I  spent the night with you 
in your tent - that way Tony can have ours to himself... If that's OK 
with you, Tay..."

"Yeah - sure! The more the merrier!"

"Triv? Jamie?"

"Yeah - sounds cool..."

"Spider?"

"Uhh - yeah, I guess... Sorry, guys, I'm not kinda queering out on 
you or anything... Just that I wouldn't feel comfortable with... You 
know..."

"Hey, no problem, Tony... Just don't make a mess on the groundsheet!"

"Heh, no I... DEAN!!"

"I'm kidding!"

We doused the fire down in the only way five cola-filled lads knew 
how and went to our respective tents. Triv and Tay dived in first, 
Jamie and myself following closely, both sets of partners immediately 
engaging in the compulsory snog. As things slowed a little and we lay 
there, gently kissing, licking and groping each other, I decided I 
had to know how long Triv and Jamie had been "at it", so I asked 
them.

They smiled gingerly at each other. "Ever since the world cup thing, 
I spose," Triv answered.

"You kept it kinda quiet, didn't you?"

"Yeah... I spose we didn't really want to admit to each other how we 
felt, although I guess we have done now,"

"Big style," grinned Jamie, rubbing his hand over Triv's impressive 
bulge.

"Uh, Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Does it hurt?"

"Does what hurt?"

"You know... Doing it?"

"At first, yeah. But that soon goes away - you won't believe anything 
can feel that good!"

"Do you think you could, um... Could you explain how we..."

"We wanna fuck - how do we do it?" said Jamie, exasperated at Triv's 
floundering.

"We'll do better than that," said Tay, pulling my combats down to 
reveal my boner sticking through the fly of my boxers. "We'll show 
you."


==========


Ike lounged in River House's common room, staring vacantly through 
the TV, oblivious to the programming he was being presented with.

"OK, kiddies, bread's in the kitchen: David, PLEASE wash your knife 
this time before putting it back in the draw..."

"Yessir,"

"Kiddies?"

"Well, judging by the mess you lot left there last night, I thought 
the first formers had moved in!" smiled Jaykes.

"That ain't fair, sir! It's only a select few..." said XXXX, poking 
Dave Marsden in the ribs "...who do that!"

"Yeah, well, perhaps you could lean on those members of the elite to 
actually clean up after themselves..."

"No problem, sir," grinned XXXX, grabbing a cushion and whacking 
Marsden across the head with a muffled thump.

"Isaac, can I see you for a moment?"

"Huh? Me?"

"Yeeeeees - no other Isaac here, so it must be you!" said Jaykesie, 
smiling a gentle, encouraging smile at Ike.

Jaykes led Ike into his private sitting room which was furnished 
quite lavishly with a decor appropriate to the house's age - big 
leather sofa, slightly warped oak bookcase full with volume upon 
volume of title-less, red and gold leaf bound books and a complete 
panorama of dusty oil paintings mounted upon the Oak panelling.

Ike just stood in awe at the richly furnished room, which was so 
different from the parts of the school he'd seen to date. This seemed 
so different, regal almost...

Jaykes flopped down in one of the leather chairs, causing the air 
trapped in the cushion to hiss noisily from the seams, attracting 
Ike's attention.

"Like it?" he asked, already perceiving the answer from the look on 
the eldest Hanson's face.

"This is awesome, man!" exclaimed Ike, gingerly pulling one of the 
leather bound volumes from the bookshelf, revelling in the near 
intoxicating smell of the musty, brittle paper. As he gently leafed 
through the pages, descriptions of life at the school in the last 
century began to unfold themselves. One section that particularly 
grabbed his attention came under the heading "How, then, are the 
dormitories to be organised?"

"Aw man - can you believe this?" asked Ike as he sat himself down on 
the sofa adjacent to Jaykes. "It says here that 'all boys are to 
sleep on their side with their under-side leg semi-folded for 
stability. Sleeping on the stomach and back is forbidden and will, 
upon discovery, render the boy open to punishment at the 
housemaster's and / or headmaster's disgression. Sleeping on the 
stomach impedes breathing and hence the supply of oxygen to the 
brain, making the boy prone to idleness in both choir practise and 
morning class. Sleeping on the back had been proven to induce bad 
dreams and hence may adversely effect a boy's mental and spiritual 
development.'  What a load of shit! Ermm... I mean rubbish, sir..."

"You'd better believe it," smiled Jaykes. "Our great and glorious 
founder had some very strange ideals back in 1874. I found some of 
his old notes and journals while I was cleaning out part of the 
school's attic. He goes into great depths describing how he'd 
observed that boys that slept on their backs were far more likely to 
have wet dreams than their peers who didn't. I spose that's what he 
meant by 'adversely affecting a boy's spiritual development'. Then 
again he didn't exactly help matters by punishing anyone who had been 
caught, or even roumered to have been caught, masturbating."

Ike was a little taken aback by the very frank discussion about 19th 
century boarding school life, yet found it strangely fascinating.

"I just think it was all a clever ploy, though,"

"Huh? In what way?"

"He was a boy lover."

Ike looked at Jaykes in utter disbelief. "But how... How did he get 
away with it?"

"No real social services back then. Boys were to be seen and most 
definitely NOT heard. This place was sold to well-off parents as a 
radical departure from the 'typical' boarding school of the time such 
as your Etons and Reptons of this world. He believed - or so he said 
- that a very subtle balance existed between mind, body, soul and the 
natural world around us - a balance that could be so easily destroyed 
by over-emphasis on any one of those components. That's why your 
brother's stuck in a tent in the Lakes! Anyway, he also suggested 
that the links between each aspect of life should be fully explored, 
and much to his delight, he got not a single complaint when he 
decided to 'investigate' the physical-natural link..."

Ike swallowed hard. "Uhh, how ex... AHEM... exactly did he, uh, 
'explore' that one?"

"Skinny-dipping."

"Skinny-dipping?"

"Yeah," chuckled Jaykes, standing up and opening one of the 
cupboards, revealing a TV, VCR and a bank of video tapes. "Kinda 
funny, you know - ever since I started digging around with all of 
this stuff, I seem to have been appointed school archivist! One... 
of... the... other... things I found" he said, tracing his finger 
over the spines of the tapes, finally selecting one labelled 
'Swimming Pool Corner', "were canister on canister of old black and 
white 16mm cin' film. It was so old and brittle that I daren't play 
it, much as I wanted to. I eventually hired one of those jobbies you 
stick between the projector and your camcorder and managed to 
transfer the whole lot onto video. Lucky, too - the film was so stiff 
it actually snapped as it went on to the take-up spool!"

He pulled the tape from its cardboard cover and poked it into his 
VCR, grabbing the remote from the top of the machine. He walked back 
over to the sofa and sat himself back down next to Ike and pushed the 
play button.

A slightly off-white screen appeared with a wide white line rapidly 
leaping up the screen, the strobing effect sending shadows of the 
coffee table dancing over Ike's feet in the dimly lit surroundings. 
After a moment, a picture lurched onto the screen and as the camera 
struggled to focus, Ike began to recognise as Football Lane.

"Wow! Look at the trees!"

Sure enough, the wooded sides to Footy Lane that he'd seen were no 
more than shrubs - nothing but open fields could be seen as the 
camera steadily panned round.

"Woah... Can you wind it back a few seconds?"

Jaykes hit the pause button and began to step backwards frame by 
frame, the camera retracing its steps.

"There! What's that?" Ike asked, walking up to the TV and pointing at 
a small stone tower about three feet high with an engraved spiral 
along it's length.

"Oh, that's an Oahkenstone," explained Jaykes. "It was supposed to 
signify the intersection of four or more lay-lines. Supposedly had 
some kind of magical properties like aiding fertility and the ability 
to grant wishes..."

"Is it still there?"

"I don't think so - when the school initially wanted to build a 
swimming pool, i.e. after skinny-dipping started to become frowned 
upon, they were going to build it right on top of the Oahkenstone. 
I'm not sure what happened, but they decided to change the site of 
the pool AFTER they'd ripped the stone out. You never know, the 
bottom half of it may still be buried in the ground..."

Jaykes hit the play button again, the black and white panorama 
resuming its progress and smiled as Ike sat down cross legged on the 
rug in front of the TV like a little kid. He watched, enchanted, as 
the camera played across the games fields that he'd been on that very 
day - everything looked familiar, yet very different at the same 
time. 

He was so lost in trying to determine the subtle differences that he 
was quite taken aback when the video cut to a full frontal of a 
rather well endowed boy preparing to jump off a diving board at a 
bend in the river. He watched, transfixed, as the athletic form 
jumped once, twice, three times, spiralling into the air, 
somersaulting, then disappearing into the grey water to join his 
friends.

"See what I mean? Try a stunt like that now and every child rights 
agency in the country would fall on you like a ton of bricks, even if 
all the lads were willing..."

Ike got up and returned to the sofa, his eyes never wandering from 
the screen. They continued to watch in silence as the swimming and 
general tom-foolery continued, even extending to the masters 
themselves joining in with the boys.

The film progressed to document other sports such as tennis and five-
a-side football, the only difference being that the team that was 
playing in "skins" took the term absolutely - not a stitch of 
clothing to be seen! Ike smiled to himself, the film reminding him of 
one of those shitty naturalist videos he'd seen once - the only 
exception being that there wasn't a single overweight or ugly looking 
boy anywhere to be seen. This struck him as being quite odd as the 
law of averages simply would not allow it. Then again, between what 
Jaykesie had said and the wise-cracks that were going round about 
"Our Glorious Founder", he simply wouldn't have accepted any ugly 
kids in the entrance exams, deeming them as "incompatible with the 
school's ethos, morals and ideals".

Ike jumped as he felt Jaykesie's hand brush through his ponytail and 
rub round the back of his neck. He suddenly felt very scared - 
trapped, almost - and it was a feeling he had not felt for a long 
time: he didn't like it a bit.

"Wh..." Ike's voice failed him, causing him to swallow and mentally 
kick himself for revealing his intimidated state. "What are you 
doing, sir?"

Jaykes looked directly at him then pulled his hand away sharply as if 
he'd been burnt.

"I'm sorry, Isaac... I... I wasn't thinking. That was very unfair of 
me..."

An uncomfortable silence descended upon them, both pretending to 
watch the video, but neither doing so. After what seemed like hoursm 
it was Ike that spoke first.

"I think I'd better go," he said, standing up.

"Yeah... I think that would be best," admitted Jaykes, quite 
obviously regretting his actions.

"Listen, sir, if you're worried I'm gonna say anything, I won't, OK? 
You seem like a straight... Um... bad choice - DECENT enough guy - it 
was a lapse of concentration..." said Ike, walking towards the door.

"Thankyou, Isaac - you're a good lad..."

"I dunno, perhaps under different circumstances... 'Night, sir,"

"Good night, Ike. Sorry..."

"Listen, forget it, man... These things happen. 'Sides," said Ike, a 
mischevous grin creeping onto his face, "If you were as gorgeous as 
me, I guess I'd have tried something too!"

Ike shut the door just in time to hear the cushon hit it with a thud.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I swear if Jamie's eyes had grown any wider they would have fallen 
out of their sockets. I smiled and closed my eyes again as I felt 
Tay's tongue pushing hard against my arsehole, the muscles in my arms 
flexing as they held my legs over my head. Tay stopped his direct 
assault and began a series of long, slow licks which started at the 
base of my spine, ran over my hole, across my balls and finally ended 
at the tip of my throbbing dick, the ecstasy they provoked causing me 
to shudder along with the tips of Tay's hair tickling my arse cheeks.

After a moment of this, he went back to his tongue-fucking, now able 
to get the majority of the slimy muscle into me. He then knealt back 
on his haunches and licked his middle and index fingers and proceeded 
to gently slide one, then the other into me, the base of the palm of 
his hand gently massaging my bollocks.

"OK, now you try it," he smiled.

I opened my eyes to see Jamie enthusiastically shedding every shread 
of clothing on his person.

"I, er, take that to mean it's you that gets fucked," said Triv, 
looking extremely embarrassed and slightly apprehensive, yet 
ultimately horny at the same time - the damp spot on the summit of 
the tent in his trousers testament to this.

Jamie just smiled widely at his lover as he lay on his back and 
pulled his legs over his head, displaying his modest (but aroused) 
boyish genetals and minute hole to Triv and Tay.

"I ain't never gonna fit in there," said Triv as he surveyed the tiny 
puckered orifice. "Dean's seems a whole lot bigger..."

"That's only because he's done it before," explained Tay. "Jamie will 
get to be that big if you work at him..."

"Yeah, Trivett! Get workin' at me!" said Jamie, waving his arse at 
Triv and gently rubbing his bare boner.

"Uh, OK... Wh... What do I do?"

Apprehension was definitely the dominant emotion displayed on Triv's 
face, so Tay pulled his fingers out of me so he could move closer to 
him. 

"Remember, you don't have to do this if you don't want to,"

"I really want to..."

"OK. Just try, like, licking round him for a while - just to get used 
to the idea."

Triv gingerly lowered his head between Jamie's legs and took a gentle 
lick at his balls. Jamie shrieked with ecstasy, his unbroken voice 
causing any bats in the area to become seriously confused. It was not 
only the bats, though - Triv leapt back from him looking deeply 
distressed.

"You OK Jamie?"

"Fuck yeah! Just get that tongue back where it was!"

Triv smiled sheepishly and went back to his task, dribbling Jamie's 
balls around in their sack with his tongue. Jamie shuddered, moaned 
and smiled as his body reacted to the tactile sensations he was 
recieving, so much so I picked up my discarded boxer shorts and 
shoved them into his mouth the next time I saw him about to groan. 
The smell of my sweatty boxers simply acted as a catalyst to the 
sensations he was getting, causing him to wrythe, shudder and moan to 
an even greater extent.

Spurred on by this, Triv gradually moved his tongue down to Jamie's 
arsehole, tasting the strangely appealing salty-sweet taste of his 
nether regions, his nose filled with the sweet boy-scent of Jamie's 
bollocks. After a moment's hesitation, he let his tongue swipe across 
Jamie's hole and, not tasting anything displeasurable, produced some 
spit and began to probe and push at the tightly shut anular muscle.

In the meantime, Tay was getting so hot watching Jamie having his 
hole eaten for the very first time he was practically wearing a hole 
in the front of his trousers he was rubbing himself so hard. I nudged 
hum with my foot, pointed at his crotch and then at my mouth. He 
smiled and tore his trousers and boxers off, presenting me with the 
most beautiful sight in the world - so beautiful, infact, my dick 
spasmed and lurched desperately trying to hold back a spontaneous 
orgasm that had sneaked up on me without me noticing! Despite the 
confines of the tent, he managed to manouvre himself so that he was 
kneeling astride my head, dangling his ready-to-burst testicles 
directly above my nose. Now it was Tay's turn to groan as I pulled 
him down on to my face, my tongue guiding his love spuds into my 
waiting mouth. 

Breathing through my nose, I formed an airtight seal around the base 
of his sack, exhaled through my nose then tried to breathe in as hard 
as I could through my mouth. I could feel his whole body tense as his 
balls expanded and, when I could suck no more, took a deep breath 
through my nose then tried to exhale as hard as I could through my 
mouth, squeezing his bollocks with the even air pressure. Tay moaned 
a second time and thrust his head between my legs, attacking my hole 
with his tongue with renewed vigour, managing to reach deeper into me 
than he had ever managed before.

Just then, Jamie's hands thumped down onto his sleeping back, his 
entire body tensing as it was racked by orgasm, his dick jerking and 
lurching, but as yet nothing emerging. Triv held onto Jamie as he 
rode his climax, his powerful arse clamping down rhythmically on 
Triv's tongue.

"You ready for the next bit?" I asked as Jamie came down from Cloud 
199.

"Fuck yeah!"

Tay stopped his tonguing and looked underneath himself at me and 
smiled. He shuffled forward and pulled open the zip of the tent 
inner, allowing him access to the "porch" area where we stacked our 
rucksacks. He located his and unzipped one of the side pockets, 
retrieving a now-battered tube of KY. In doing this, he treated me 
and Jamie to an exquisite view of his taught, muscular backside and 
freshly sucked balls - the sight of which turned me on no end. I 
raised my right foot and gently began rubbing his balls with the top 
of it, making him "mmm" slightly and thrust against me. I then took 
the initiative of letting his dick become trapped between the 'V' of 
my big and next toe. Curling them slightly allowed me to pull his 
foreskin back and forth, his helmet being squeesed like a nail being 
pulled with a claw-hammer. He gave one final thrust and wiggled his 
way out of my grip and turned round, his now ultra-hard dick 
straining upwards, the head a deep, angry purple.

"Hold out your hand," he said to Jamie and suqeezed a generous dollop 
of the slimey gunge onto his palm. "Triv - get astride him so he can 
reach, OK? And get your pants off!"

Triv eagerly removed his lower garments revealing a dense patch of 
dark blonde pubes crowning an impressively thick almost-seven-inches 
of boymeat. Jamie practically drowned in his own drool as Triv 
revealed his worldly goods to him, and motioned for Triv to get 
closer. The moment he was within range, Jamie grabbed him with his 
KY-free hand and enclosed Triv's head in his mouth, running his 
tongue around and inside his foreskin, savouring the heavy, manly 
tastes and odours. Triv began to buck his hips as the cute little 
red-head tried to forcably extract the contents of his balls without 
his intervention, and would've been unable to stop his rapidly 
approaching orgasm if Tay had not gently but forcably separated them.

"You'll have time for that later," he smiled. "Just get him greased 
up for now."

I took the tube of KY from Tay and dispensed a similarly generous 
quantity on my hand, proceeding to coat his pole with it. I carefully 
slid back his foreskin to reveal his helmet and, after giving it a 
lick for good luck, gave it a similar treatment. Once he was 'fully 
prepared', I handed him the tube back and he shuffled back down to my 
hips, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. He then stuck the tip of 
the tube into my arsehole and squeezed hard, provoking a yelp from me 
as exceedingly cold gel invaded my insided.

"OK, Triv - your turn," he said as he slid his fingers easily into my 
backside for the second time, making me push hard against him.

Triv wasted no time in applying a large dollop of the gell to Jamie's 
bud and then poking it home bit by bit with his fingers causing Jamie 
to start his moaning / thrashing routine again.

"Jamie?"

"Hhmmmmmrrrnnnnghhh"

"JAMIE!"

"I'm listening, Dean: It just feels so fuckin' good!"

"Remember, when Triv starts to go into you, push down like you're 
taking a shit - that way it won't hurt half as much, 'K?"

"Ooooooooooh yeah..."

Tay ran his hands down the insides of my legs until they may at my 
arsehole. He moved forwards slightly and I felt the tip of his hot 
cock brush gently at my slick opening. Tay looked me straight in the 
eye as he gently thrust forward, my sphincter progressively 
surrendering to his flared head. I felt the slight closure as my arse 
clamped down behind his head and luxuriated in the feeling of my 
bowels being steadily but firmly invaded, the ridge of Tay's cock 
sliding over all the sensitive bits that make me feel sooo good. 
Within moments I felt that jolt of ecstasy as he came into contact 
with my prostate, invoking a small jet of pre-cum to spray from the 
tip of my dick over my chest. 

All too soon, I felt his pubes brush stiffly against my arse cheeks, 
indicating that he was fully seated. I smiled at him and wrapped my 
legs around his back as he lowered himself on to me to coax those 
last few millimetres of his dick into my hole, my sphincter spasming 
and clamping down hard on him every few seconds.

Triv and Jamie looked on wide eyed as they saw Tay's full six inches 
steadliy disappear into my backside, me obviously enjoying every inch 
of it!

"You want to?" asked Triv, his voice wavering as the question passed 
from his dried lips.

Jamie didn't answer, but instead leant forward and grasped Triv's 
cock, gently revealing the engorged virgin head. Triv carefully 
shuffled closer to his cute partner and looked down at their 
crotches, the difference in size and development being as plane as 
black and white, but nevertheless each at the peak of arousal.

Jamie guided Triv to his target, indicating for him to proceed by 
giving his dick a gentle tug. It was do or die time. He took a deep 
breath and held it as he carefully applied pressure to Jamie's hole 
by progressively moving his hips forward. The feeling of Jamie's 
tight little arse hugging his dickhead was like do other he'd ever 
felt and, as far as he was concerned, nothing else existed apart from 
his dick entering his best friend's hot backside.

Jamie screwed his eyes up and gritted his teeth in preparation for 
the escalation of the slight pinch of pain that shot from his rectum. 
However, instead it very quickly transformed itself into a completely 
new, unique sensation that his bodily senses had never conveyed to 
him before. The fusion of the physical with the concepts, emotions 
and desires of the actions he was sharing with Triv culminated in 
what could only be interpreted as complete, total and inabrogatable 
sensory overload: every muscle in his young body tensed to their 
absolute limits as his heart momentarily stopped beating. For a brief 
instant, Jamie was neither alive or dead. Everything that he was 
focused itself on the almost intolerable pleasure Triv was giving 
him, desperately searching for a method to quantify and interpret it 
into an intelligable form. However, the feelings were so alien, so 
new, it could find none, so had no alternative other than to unleash 
the raw sensations upon his mortal mind.

Triv watched as his lover tensed and trashed about beneath him, his 
arsehole practically pulling his cock inwards. He thrust forward 
implanting three further inches of steely-hard teen dick into his 
friend's bottom and saw him freeze, face contorted as a mammoth 
orgasm shook his very foundations, his balls drawn tight to the base 
of his cock, which itself was leaping around, searching for a surface 
on which to rub itself. Triv obliged by leaning forward, the ripples 
of his stomach muscles gripping the underside of Jamie's  dick like 
pairs of tiny hands all intent on extending the awesome feelings he 
was experiencing for the longest time possible.

Then Triv began the motion that every boy has had hard-wired into his 
mind since the dawn of the species - slowly at first but rapidly 
picking up pace, his cockhead playing havoc with Jamie's tactile 
senses.

Tay and I were mirroring Triv's and Jamie's actions, albeit in a 
slightly more experienced manner. Tay had wrapped his arms around my 
back and was fucking me with long, paced strokes that were sending me 
absolutely wild as I felt myself being rhytmically filled and 
vacated. I squeezed tighter on his backside with my legs and wrapped 
my arms round his upper body, my fingers clawing at his flexing 
spine. Our mouths, too, were being exercised to the full as they bit, 
chewed, sucked and licked on every accessible part of each other, us 
always rendez-vousing to exchange saliva as we swapped sides.

Tay's thrusts became progressively more agressive, accompanied by 
small "nngh" and "uhh" sounds along with the steady beating of his 
bollocks against my arse cheeks. He unclasped his hands from my 
arching back and manouvred them under my shoulderblades, each hand 
grasping my shoulders from behind to act as a brace for his next 
move. With each thrust, Tay began to move his outstretched knees and 
legs closer to me, slowly moving my arse into the air much like the 
back end of a car being jacked up. 

After twenty or so thrusts, Tay was fucking my backside in a kneeling 
position, the new angle causing his dick to bash into parts of me I 
never even knew existed. His thrusts were now those of a horny 
teenager desperate to unload the cargo his balls had been so 
carefully looking after for the last few hours. Suddenly, he 
straightened his knees, shifting our entire weight onto the balls of 
his feet and my shoulder blades. His fucking now became frantic as he 
pounded into me, his now highly acute angle of entry sending yet 
another battery of feelings through me. I could no longer hold on 
and, just as Tay's mouth rejoined mine, I screamed down his throat, 
my dick squirting jet upon jet of my cum over both Tay and myself. I 
squeezed Tay as hard as I could with my embracing arms, legs and arse 
as he to yelled and began pumping his hot, white jizz deep into me 
with such force I felt sure I could taste it in my mouth. 

We both came for what seemed like an eternity, my own jizz turning 
from a thick, creamy consistancy on my first couple of squirts to an 
almost water-like substance and finally to nothing at all, my 
testacles and prostate now completely depleted of all fluids. Yet we 
continued to cum, our orgasms waivering at the brink of ecstasy, the 
once so familiar feeling of orgasm without cum rushing back upon me, 
rather taking me by surprise.

As our orgasms began to fade, Tay slowly relaxed his over-tense legs, 
lowering us back down onto the soft SympaTex cover of my sleeping bag 
whilst the copious amounts of cum that had escaped the barrier of my 
arsehole ran down between Tay's balls and the top of my arse.

As we tenderly licked and kissed each other, both suffering from 
post-orgasmic shock, we suddenly became aware of the increading 
amount of noise and motion from our students. Triv was supporting his 
own body weight on his forearms so that there was about an inch gap 
between himself and Jamie, his biceps quite literally rippling as he 
steaded himself against the rhythm of his bucking hips.

Jamie, who was happily riding out what looked to be his fifth or 
sixth successive orgasm with an air of what could be described as 
nothing but euphoria about him, had one leg wrapped over Triv's lower 
back and the other twisted round one of his legs. Suddenly, Triv 
began to speed up his until now quite astonishingly well regulated 
strokes for a first-time-fuck, pushing Jamie further and further 
towards the back of the tent. Triv shuffled forward to keep his 
position relative to Jamie's migration until the taught canvas 
prevented them from going any further. However, this did result in 
the entire tent frame being whipped backwards and forwards. This, 
combined with canvas' lack of sound-proofing awards would certainly 
not leave a whole lot to the average passer-by's imagination.

But we didn't care. The tent smelled of that wonderful pheromone-
laden hot-lad smell that, in my mind, simply could not be beaten. 
With an eerie yell that reverberated around the sides of the 
glacially formed valley, Triv plunged himself so hard into Jamie's 
arse that the seam joining the tarpaulin-style groundsheet to the 
canvas sides split, sending Jamie's head out into the cold night air. 
Tay and I, still coupled, watched as Triv's bittocks flexed marking 
each squirt of his his orgasm. We counted five strong pulses, closely  
followed by the customary aftershocks.

Triv collapsed as if unconscious on top of his apparantly headless 
partner, his racing respiration gradually slowing to one of rest.

The peace lasted a whole twenty seconds.

"ARRGH! What the fuck was that?" came Jamie's slightly muffled voice 
from "outside" the tent.

"At a guess I'd say that was Triv," smiled Tay who was now lieing 
half on me, tracing a circle round my very erect right nipple with 
the tip of his finger, his sweat-matted hair splayed across me.

"Unless he's grown shitloads of wool since I last saw him, that 
definitely weren't Triv!" he protested, trying to wiggle his head 
back through the newly created back door.

Just then, we heard a blood-curdling scream from the other tent. We 
all looked at each other for a moment, then started the manic 
scramble for underware to facilitate the rescue of Spider from 
whatever evil had set upon him. In assorted stages of undress, we 
stumbled out into the exceedingly nippy air to see a rather strange 
shadow projected through the canvas of his tent by one of the many 
torches he had been carrying. I ran over to the flap and, seeing that 
it was already half way open, ducked down and stuck my head inside.

What I witnessed will be engraved in my memory for all time and 
caused me to piss myself with laughter almost immediately. "Hey guys, 
have a butcher's at this!"

The others came over and pulled the zip all the way open to reveal 
the source of my amusement. Spidey was huddled up right in the corner 
of the tent, knees drawn up to his chest and face as pale as stone. 
For good reason. Next to him, looking quite bemused at all the fuss, 
was a moderately large sheep, content on chewing Spidey's pair of 
discarded boxer shorts.

"I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT!" laughed Jamie, practically doubling 
himself up.

"Look, Spider - all ya had to do was ask, man," chipped in Tay.

"Just get this fuckin' thing outta here!" yelled Spider, obviously 
not at all amused by the situation in the slightest.

"OK, Tony... Gi's a hand will ya, Triv? Triv?" I looked up to see him 
running back from his tent armed with a camera.

"Say 'Mint Sauce'," he grinned as he squeezed off a few frames, much 
to Tony's horror. On the fourth shot, Triv turned the flash on to 
supplement the orangie yellow glow of the torch and pressed the 
shutter. The sheep looked like it had had a red-hot poker rammed up 
its backside and legged it full pelt into the darkness, sending me 
and Jamie flying - but not before it had time to jettison the 
partially processed contents of its large intestine into his tent.

"SHIT!" yelled Spider at the pungent smell of sheep-diahorea filled 
his nostrils. The brown-green slime started to make its way down the 
slightly sloping floor of the tent towards the cocooned Spider, 
desperately trying to get his hands free so he could execute an 
evasive manouvre. He failed, the lake of crap surrounding his 
sleeping bag. Tay lent in and grabbed Tony under his armpits and 
pulled him out into the open, managing to shrug off his shit-soaked 
sleeping bag and abandon it at the tent's entrance.


"So, where you gonna sleep now?"

"Yeah! You reckon you can put up with us queers?"

"It'll get pretty friendly in there - five in a three man tent..."

"What the fuck else can I do?"





CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Gareth couldn't help himself. He'd done his very best, but he 
couldn't hold out any longer. He laughed out loud as Zac tickled him 
hard under the arms. 

"Shhhh! You'll get us busted!" 

"Stop fucking tickling me, then!" 

The majority of Zac's mind was shouting out to him to completely 
ignore Gareth and continue his onslaught, however his usually dormant 
"sensible bit" had been given a damn good kick up the backside by 
their joint punishment that they had yet to complete. 


"We got to get him back," 

"Who?" 

"That Russell guy." 

"How?" 

"How do I know? It's your school and he IS your housemaster..." 

"Keep it down, will you? Some of us are trying to get some sleep!" 
yelled one of the lads from the other side of the dorm. 

"He's right you know. You wanna sleep here?" 

Again, had Zac not spent every second of his spare time that day 
staring at a sheet of feint-ruled A4 he would've done. 

"I'd better not - I sleep like a log, ya know? If HE saw me in the 
morning we'd be really screwed!" 

Gareth hugged Zac tight to him. "Night, then," 

"Yeah," said Zac, kissing him sloppily on the tip of his nose. 
"Night." and with that, he got from underneath Gareth's covers and 
padded over to his own, cold bed, dutifully stubbing his toe on one 
of the draws under it. 

Gareth smiled, shook his head and rolled over. "Night, Zac." 

"Night, man..." 



========== 



"Uh, hi um... C... Could I speak to Andrew, please?" 

Ike could feel his phone shaking against his ear as he spoke to 
Andy's mum. Was it too late to be calling? Should he have left it to 
the morning? 

"One moment please..." The reciever was placed on a table and Ike 
could hear footsteps walking off, then a feint "Andy? Phone!" 

Ike's heart began to beat faster and faster as he heard a heavier set 
of footsteps approach the phone. 

"Hullo?" 

"Andy?" 

"Hey Ike! How you doin'? Where are you?" 

"I'm good, thanks! You?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine, mate! Where are you?" 

"Staffordshire." 

"You're WHERE?" 

"Yeah! Do you remember Dean?" 

"Lidster? Of course! How could I forget after I did a George of the 
Jungle into that beam?!" 

"Yeah, well, I'm at his school! We're on exchange for a couple of 
weeks, then he and Gareth are coming back over to Tulsa with us for a 
while." 

"Cool... Me dad's a bit upset at the moment - he hurt his back doing 
a gig and I seem to do nothin' but get under me parents feet just 
recently..." 

An awkward silence fell upon the conversation, the only noise being 
the feint hiss of the phone line. Ike had to do something. 

"So, er... Like what are ya doin' this weekend?" 

"Uh, not a lot, why?" 

"Well, I was kinda wondering if we could meet..." 

"Listen, Ike, I gotta tell you... I... What we... When... Shit. I 
gotta tell you, Ike: I've got a boyfriend. Listen, I never thought we 
would see each other again... I love him, man... It was great while 
it lasted, but... FUCK! I'm sorry, Ike, I love him too much to.." 

CALL ENDED - Cost: o0.92

Ike threw the phone onto the bed and ran down the stairs, practically 
sending Jaykesie flying as he passed him. 

"Ike? IKE!" he yelled after him. He heard the sound of the front soor 
slamming and the soft scrunching sound of feet on gravel. "Friggin' 
hell," breathed Jaykes, grabbing his coat and car keys. 

========== 

"Uh, Triv, could you get your elbow out of my crotch?" 

"Shit - sorry, Dean!" 

Five people in a three man tent. Five. Four was feasable, but five 
was just getting a little cramped, especially when the fifth occupant 
was more than a little jumpy at the prospect of "being surrounded by 
a bunch of queers - no offense!" 

"Look, Spider, we are NOT going to try anything on, OK? I'm sure we 
can lay off the you-know-what for the rest of the evening, CAN'T WE, 
GUYS?" said Tay, poking Jamie and Triv in the ribs as they stared 
vacantly into each others minds. 

I'm not quite sure what woke me: It was one of those strange, almost 
dream-like sensations that whistled through the deserted halls of my 
unconscious mind, stirring me back into the real world. As I woke, I 
became aware of the rhythmic sounds of my peers breathing in sleep, 
combined with the eerie whistling of a moderately strong wind 
outside. 

But something wasn't right. As I stared upwards to where the tent 
canvas was cloaked in darkness, I tried to figure out what. 
Carefully, I pulled a torch from the pocket beside me and twisted it 
on, cupping my hand over the end to shield the intolerably bright 
beam. My hand glowed an incandescent red, giving me quite an 
impressive view of my bones and blood vessels, the glow it produced 
just bright enough for me to make out the forms of my sleeping 
companions: Jamie and Triv were lieing practically on top of one 
another, inextricably linked by their entwined limbs. Spider was 
huddled up in a ball, sucking his thumb and making little squeaking 
noises, and Tay was... NOT THERE! 

My mind, dispite it's lethargic state, reasoned that I was in a tent 
and hence there were not a whole load of places to hide. My logic 
therefore carried through he was not in the tent - not a bad 
deduction for three in the morning... 

I switched the torch off and replaced it in its pocket on the sloping 
side of the tent and pulled on my fleece that I'd been using as a 
pillow, being careful not to wake the others. I moved towards the end 
of the tent and winced as I pulled the zip up, it's distinctive sound 
somehow seeming a hundred times louder than it did during the day. 
Progressing more slowly this time I opened the "door" notch by notch 
just enough for we to wriggle through it. 

As I stood up outside, I was greeted by a very surreal scene: Our 
camp ground was lit by an intensely bright full moon that highlighted 
everything with a quite stunning silver sheen. I looked around and 
saw the stationary clouds that were the sheep dotted around in the 
field next to us. I continued my panorama and noticed a single, 
solitary tree positioned at the top of the surrounding valley, now 
coloured the same ghostly, inanimate silver. 

Everything seemed so calm, so unearthly. My mind raced at the 
realisation that this is how life should be, the way God intended it. 
Everything my eyes fell upon seemed preserved and untouched by man - 
even the old farmhouse a couple of hundred metres away had taken on 
that limbo state of quasi-existance - was it there, wasn't it there. 
Does it even matter if it is or it isn't? Schrodinger would've been 
proud of me... 

Then I spotted him. He was lieing in his sleeping bag just outside 
the log circle, staring directly upwards into the heavens. The moon 
was again performing her magic by making his blonde hair appear an 
etherial silver, his eyes now two brilliant stars embedded in the 
universe of his lunar-paled complection. Quietly, I padded over to 
him, my bare feet being tickled by the damp, sheep-cropped grass 
beneath them. Gently I lay down beside him, not wishing to disturb 
his idyllic form. 

Without moving, he whispered to me. "How can people say He doesn't 
exist? When you look up there and see each of the stars, perhaps with 
planets like ours, how can people say that they're there because of 
an explosion?" 

I let my gaze follow his up to the pinpricks of light in the deep, 
deep blue of the night, suddenly realising how insignificant 
everything was, how petty we were in the grand scheme of things. 

"See that star there?" he whispered, pointing to a very dim one, 
fairly detached from the others. "Just think - there might be two 
souls there lieing outside looking at these stars from the other 
side, wondering why..." 

We lay there in silence for the best part of an hour, watching the 
universe slowly rotate about us, a couple of stars that were at the 
horizon disappearing over the lip of the valley, only to be replaced 
by an equal number appearing on the opposite side. Not a word was 
spoken, yet we spoke volumes to each other just by our physical 
closeness. 

On an urge, I suddenly looked over at Tay to see a single, silver 
tear roll down his ashen cheek. He looked at me then leapt into my 
arms, sobbing. 

"Dean, please don't ever leave me!" he cried, his whole body 
trembling with emotion. 

"Sssshhh, Tay," I whispered into his ear as I hugged him close, 
gently rocking backwards and forwards. "I will never leave you. You 
mean so much to me..." my voice waivered and trembled as all of my 
emotions burst through and hit me in one giant rush, quite 
overwhealming me. Every time I thought I realised how much I loved 
him, I was prooved wrong. We had become so close, so intimate, so... 
one. We knew each other as well as we did ourselves, not a single 
secret being hidden. I pulled him back slightly and kissed him 
tenderly on the cheek. "I will always be here for you..." 

He hugged me close again and began to whisper-sing into my ear: 

"Kiss the rain whenever you need me 
Kiss the rain whenever I'm gone too long 
If your lips feel lonely or thirsty 
Kiss the rain and wait for the dawn to come 
Keep in mind we're under the same skies 
And the nights are as empty for me as for you
If you fell you can't wait till morning,
Kiss the rain, kiss the rain, kiss the rain..."

Gently, I lay back with Tay still holding onto me as if I was life 
itself. For the next hour or so, we simply lay on the ground and 
cuddled, the chilly breeze making us glad of each other's warmth, 
just gazing, thinking and trying to come to terms with how lucky we 
were to have even met, never mind share in a love so fundamental it 
would bond our spirits forever. My eyelids were getting very heavy 
indeed and, seeing as we had a full day of walking ahead of us, 
whispered to Tay that we should get back into the tent. Reluctantly 
we picked ourselves up and re-entered the cramped, boy-smelling 
canvas structure and very soon fell asleep in each others' arms. 

========== 

Ike shivered as he sat on the parapet of the bridge, legs swinging, 
as the cold breeze blew over his T-shirt clad torso. Looking down, he 
could see his moonlight-silhouette in the sparkling black water below 
him along with the ghostly leafless skeletons of the surrtonding 
trees. 

What'd he done to deserve this? How come his younger brothers didn't 
get this strife? Tay had a quite astonishing relationship with that 
british lad and Zac could throw himself at practically anyone AND 
still end up with his boyfriend. WHY COULDN'T HE? 

Why had his dad gone so ape when he told him he thought he was Bi? Of 
course, Taylor "Perfect-I-can-do-whatever-the-fuck-I-want-and-get-
away-with-it" Hanson only got a "Well, you know your own mind, Taylor 
- we're your parents and we'll always support you..." whereas he'd 
been given the full nine yards! For the next week his dad would 
barely look at him, never mind talk to him. 

And Zac, the cocky little fuck: he was always winding him up and 
whenever he tried to retiliate, mommy and daddy would always come 
running to the rescue. 

AND his boyfriend had dumped him. AND he'd been hit on by a frigging 
teacher. 

In fact he'd probably be better off dead. No-one'd mind. No-one liked 
him, anyway. He wasn't a particularly talented guy - the group could 
find a replacement. WHY DID HE BOTHER? 

He sighed and looked down at his reflection again. No - he didn't 
want to die. He just wanted to start over, do things a little 
differently. So thinking, Ike spun himself round and alighted back on 
the bridge's Tarmacadam road surface. He was about to set back off 
towards river house when a car sped round the corner on to the 
bridge. He spun round to see a second car coming from the opposite 
direction at a similar speed. The cars saw each other and pulled hard 
towards their respective side of the road, completey oblivious of Ike 
due to his taste in dark clothing. 

Faced with the rather unappealing prospect of making contact with the 
speeding vehicle's front bumper, Ike leapt back onto the bridge wall 
just as the vehicle's bumper sent a shower of orange sparks into the 
night as it made contact with it. 

Ike had been a little over-zealous with his jump. He not only made 
the wall, but cleared it. He was left hanging by the tips of his 
fingers onto the loose sandstone capping, nothing but five metres of 
air beneath him. Everything had suddenly gone very, very quiet. Ike 
took a deep breath and tried to pull himself back onto the wall top, 
but the weathered stone was in no condition to support his weight and 
gave way, plunging him into the near-freezing water below. 

Ike surfaced, gasping and spluttering, his muscles cramping with the 
intense cold of the surrounding water. Then the stone that had been 
dislodged fell onto him. 

Jayksie got out of his car, swearing to himself, and walked round to 
the passenger side bumper. 

"SHIT!" he exclaimed, seeing the patch of missing chrome where he'd 
come into contact with the bridge. Running his fingers through his 
short hair in an exhasperated manner, Mr. Jaykes grabbed a torch from 
the glove box of the car ans started to walk back along the road to 
find the place where he'd actually hit the bridge. As he was 
approaching, he heard a feint cry, then a splash. Not quite knowing 
what to expect, his walk turned into a trot, then a jog, then a full 
speed sprint as assorted scenarios flashed through his head. He 
reached the edge of the bridge and looked over, shining the bright 
beam of his torch into the darkness below. 

The sight that met his eyes made his blood run cold. He saw Ike 
steadily floating under the bridge, face down and motionless. As if 
playing some perverse game of pooh-sticks, Jaykesie raced over to the 
other side of the bridge. A moment later, Ike floated into view, 
still hopelessly unconscious, his lungs now full with the muddy 
waters of the River Dove. 

Jaykes raced down to the side of the bridge and leapt over the 
rickety fence on to the sheer bank the other side. Almost immediately 
he lost his footing and rolled down the bank, disorienting him. 
Frantically he got up and looked for his torch. Nothing. The fall 
must've blown the bulb. Dismissing it from his mind, he ran over to 
the muddy river bank, his shoes being sucked from his feet within the 
first few steps. Undeterred, he waded into the icy water, the intense 
cold causing him to quickly draw breath. In the light of the full 
moon, he could just make out Ike's limp, lifeless form. Gritting his 
teeth, he strode into the river's gentle flow and grabbed Ike's arm 
and began to pull him back to dry land. 

Everything was black. 

"That's OK," thought Ike. "It's night time - it's supposed to be 
black..." 

Then he realised he wasn't cold any more. Come to think of it, he 
wasn't hot either. He couldn't tell what temperature he was. He 
couldn't smell anything. He listened. Nothing. Complete and absolute 
silence. Not even the vague rumble of the blood through his ear 
drums. Nothing. 

Ike tried to get up. He couldn't. He didn't know why he couldn't, he 
was just incapable of it. He decided to try something less 
challenging. Carefully he extended his arm, and brought it towards 
his nose. Nothing. No sense of movement. NO SENSE! 

"HOLY SHIT!" he thought. "I'm in a coma!" 

Ike began to think. Images of Tay, Zac, little Mackie, his mum and 
dad flashed before his mind in a way he'd never experienced before. 
All of his thought processes seemed to have taken on a whole new set 
of dynamics, now that they were no longer hampered my the regiment of 
consciousness or the restrictions of his physical form. His mind was 
free do think - and comprehend - whatever he wanted. 

"Isaac," came a familiar voice. Not loudly, but it was such a 
contrast to the soundless void he was in it took him by surprise. 

"Grandma?" 

"Hello, darling," she cooed, her voice penetrating Ike's mind to the 
very core, symbolising to him all that was good and right. 

"Grandma, ummm, arent't you, like, dead?" 

"That's one way of thinking of it," she continued. "Come to me." 

Not knowing how, Ike began to move towards the voice, now culminating 
in a pinprick of light. As he moved, the spot of light began to 
expand into his field of vision, revealing what he remembered as his 
Grandma's farm back home in Tulsa. 

Ike stopped at the lip of the blackness. "Do you really want to leave 
your family, Isaac?" she asked. 

"I... I... No... Where am I?" 

"You're nowhere. You're everywhere. Does it matter?" 

"I guess not" 

"It is not your time," she said. "Go back to your family. They need 
you more than I." 

"How?" 

"Just walk away from this place..." 

"I don't wanna leave you, grandma..." 

"I'll be with you in your dreams, Isaac. Remember me." 

Ike turned from her and began to move away from the light, back into 
the vast expanse of nothing. He faultered. 

"I'll be with you, Isaac..." 

"COME ON YOU SHIT!" yelled Jaykes as he desperately pumped on Ike's 
rib cage with all his weight. Pinching Ike's nose and tilting his 
head back, Jaykesie filled his lungs for the fifteenth time, wishing 
that their lips meeting had occured in a far different curcumstance. 
He exhaled gently into Ike's lungs then resumed his chest 
compressions, his hope of reviving him ebbing with each push. 

Ike moved away from the voice and as he did so, he started to feel 
the "restrictions" of his body begin to return. Shit it was cold! 
Then he became aware of the awful sticky, tight feeling in his chest. 
He wanted to throw up it made him feel so bad. Summoning up all his 
strength, he coughed. 

"Jesus Christ thankyou," yelled Jaykesie as Ike spluttered back to 
life, gasping for breath. Quickly, he pulled Ike into the recovery 
position to allow whatever fluid was left in his lungs to drain out. 
"Fuck you had me worried there kid," 

Ike continued to expel the murky water from his lings and replace it 
with the fresh, still air of the night, his breath clouding out as he 
exhaled. 

"Come on - we're getting you to the San..." Ike was in no position to 
complanin. 

With a fair struggle, Jaykes managed to heave Ike up the slope to his 
car and gently sat him in the passenger seat. He ran round to the 
other side and got in, turned the car around and drove back up to the 
main school estate where the Sanatorium was located. Ike just looked 
at him as he hung on to the steering wheel. 'Oh no,' he thought. 'I 
mustn't....'


END OF PART THREE