Date: Wed, 5 Dec 2007 19:01:30 +1100
From: Andy Hillier <iarwain@aanet.com.au>
Subject: Paul's Story Chapters 8 & 9.

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Paul's Story.

Note for readers. These chapters have been posted earlier than the usual
pattern because I'll be away for more than a week. The next posting will be
just before Xmas.
Iarwain.

Chapter Eight.

The next day was the last day of semester at school and Paul was meant to
go so he could collect Jarrod's certificate.  His too, because he'd stayed
the whole course, but he didn't feel like it and hacked round the city
instead.  Well, he could collect them any time.  He reached the gym just
before three, relieved to have something to do.  The next day was a repeat,
and as he finished up, Alan organised for an extra on Saturday afternoon.
Paul asked for Sunday as well but there was nothing going.  As he walked
towards Roklin he wondered what he'd do for his evening.  Friday with no
Jarrod wasn't going to be the same.  He decided on a run and then listening
to music.  As he was turning in at the front gate his mobile chirped.  Who
would that be?  His sis?  No, not on Friday evening.

"Hello!  "

"Paul, seven o'clock, Market Road.  We'll pick you up."

"...What?   ...No!   ...We're finished."

"Just be there."

The phone cut off leaving Paul angry, cheated, and once again feeling
trapped.  After his meal he rushed to be on time, but the van was already
waiting.

"Get in!"

"Why should I?"

He didn't even bother answering, just jumped out, tilted his seat forward,
pointed to the back of the van, then gave a nasty smile when Paul climbed
past.  There was a strained silence, on Paul's part anyway, for the short
drive but then he spoke up when they reached the studio.

"Why do I have to do this again?  You told me five sessions and it would be
finished."

"Well it's not.  You're hot and they're asking for more."

Paul wasn't clear what he meant.

"Are you talking about Gaycheck?"

"They're the local ones.  How many sites have we booked now Johnno?"

"About fifteen.  And more next week."

Paul listened while the van guy boasted how they had contacts all over the
world and were getting from $200 up to $300 for each set of photos they
sent off.

They arrived at the studio and while the lights and cameras were being set
up by Johnno, the van guy poured a glass of Cola and handed it to Paul.

"Don't drink it yet."

He tapped a little pill out off a small bottle and held that out as well.

"What is it?"

"Just take it.  You know what it's for."

Paul hesitated, but swallowed the pill and washed it down with the Cola.

"Okay, onto the mat."

All evening Paul had to posture, pose and follow directions.

The first half hour, while the tablet kept him stiff, was almost entirely
spent playing with his cock in different ways and with different sets, as
they called them, on a bench, a chair, the mat with different colored
sheets on it or standing in front of different backdrops.  Eventually he
had to wank again, this time keeping his eyes open and smiling at the
camera as if he was enjoying himself.

The tablet gradually wore off but the cameras continued working, and
roughly every quarter hour they would switch to another set.

Typically, this started with him in some kind of garment which came off
after a few minutes and the rest of the time he would go through a routine
of poses.

They worked almost non-stop for over three hours till at the end he was
given $200, told he was coming back the next night, and dropped off about
ten minutes before the Roklin doors locked.

After a long shower, Paul went to bed, his mind troubled.  The only way he
could see out of this was to face them and say he didn't care if they sent
the envelopes.

The next night Paul sat in bed just as troubled.  It had been a repeat,
with another pill, another wank and more hours of rude posing.  Why hadn't
he said what he planned?  Weak.  That's what he was.  They hadn't said they
wanted him again though.  Maybe they'd finished with him?  That was wishful
thinking and Paul knew they hadn't.  He'd tell them next time.  If there
was a next time?  Yes, there would be.

He wasn't weak.  He just hadn't been ready in his mind.

The phone rang on Tuesday evening and nothing went the way Paul had worked
it out.

For a start, it was nearly eight o'clock and that was a different pattern.
They'd always been earlier and in a hurry, so it was unexpected.

"Market Road. A quarter of an hour."

He sounded more abrupt than usual.

"I won't be there.  I'm not coming."

There was a short silence.

"....You'd better worry about your sister before you do that."

Paul was totally thrown.  He'd worked out all sorts of ways the
conversation might go and that wasn't one of them.

"What?  ...What do you mean?"

"It means be there in fifteen minutes."

The phone cut off and Paul had a very bad feeling.  Did that mean that sis
was the first person they'd tell?  No, there was something in the way he'd
spoken that made Paul feel it was more than that.

Now he had to go, just to the van to find out, and without getting in.
Worry about her?  ...What did that mean?

The van was waiting when he reached Market Road, parked just round the
corner, and the door opened when he approached.

"Do you want her to go to jail?  ...It's up to you."

Shock and fear stopped Paul in his tracks.  This was a dread he'd been
living with, and hearing it spoken wiped all his resistance away.

"Get in.  You'll hear the deal at the studio."

Not a word was spoken till the van was parked and they were inside the
building. Paul listened with growing helplessness as the van guy explained
what they knew about his Sis, then made the phone call to Brian that sealed
the so-called deal.

Four days.

He had to stay here at the studio and be photographed day and night.  The
van guy took one of the pills from the little bottle and using a dangerous
looking knife, carefully cut it in half.  Almost meekly, Paul swallowed,
then washed it down.

The camera started and one set of Gymboy was finished before the pill took
full effect.  The van guy handed him a couple of flesh colored bands of
rubber, saying they were cock rings and would make his balls look bigger.

They did, but the main effect was to keep his dick swollen.

For half an hour Paul's boner raged and they made him hold, touch, and play
with it as he'd done the previous times.  They worked through two underwear
sets then informed him that it was toy time.  This involved putting various
devices on his dick and balls, poking his boner into a stupid looking
inflatable guy, and playing rudely with a soft stuffed toy monster.

Each new thing involved a set of photos and the night wore on.  At the
start of the last hour he was given the second half of the tablet and Paul
functioned in a state of shock and denial when he had to use a whole series
of things that pushed into his backside, a slim metal thing that could be
made to vibrate, various plugs, balls on strings, a thicker metal vibrator
which took quite a while to get used to, and finally a soft rubber cock
which he had to push in and out with a feigned look of ecstasy.

At about 11:30 they finished.  Paul was led to a small room off the hallway
where two foam mattresses were lying on the floor, each with a pillow,
folded sheet and towel, and a cheap, thick quilt for a cover.

"This is where you'll sleep.  Use whichever bed you like.  There'll be two
of you from tomorrow."

He gave a satisfied nod at Paul's querying look.

"You'll be doing a heavy session in the morning so get a good sleep."

When Paul had to drink a glass of orange juice he was suspicious but
nothing was said about it.

He went to the bathroom and had a shower.  He had to have one to feel like
himself again for some reason, and then went back to the room.  He spread
the sheet, pulled his boxers on, covered himself with the quilt and tried
to start thinking.

A rough shake registered in his mind.  Another one did the same and Paul
struggled through a bleary mind-fog to open his eyes.

"Have a shower, then there's food in the studio.  Don't take long."

Paul felt awful.  Why was he so tired?  A shower helped, but he still felt
like going back to bed.  He dressed and went to the studio where there was
cereal and coffee.  The coffee cleared his head and he felt like having
another.

There was no chance.  The van guy was impatient and extra tense and hurried
Paul over to the cameras.

"Everything off and listen carefully to what you'll be doing."

Ten minutes later Paul was thoroughly frightened.  He couldn't do what the
van guy was demanding.  He said so and the threats to himself, his sis, and
especially the stranger who would be arriving soon, frightened him even
more.

"The guy's a poof like you so you'll get on well, and you took the rubber
cock yesterday so a real one will be easy."

Paul took all the orders in, wondering how he was going to cope.  He was to
act all the time as if he was loving everything, play up to this guy at
every opportunity and listen carefully to every instruction about camera
positions.

There was the sound of Johnno pulling up in the van outside.

"Time to get you ready.  ...Drink this."

"What is it?"

"The same as usual."

Paul swallowed the doctored orange juice, slipped the rubber cock ring on,
fumbled reluctantly with the leather mask they insisted on, and let his
wrists be fastened above his head to the rings hanging from the ceiling.
This was frightening, as he was now blind and helpless.  It was meant to be
a leather scene and he wouldn't see this other person till it was all over.

The rush of warmth that came with his stiffening dick was stronger today,
and for a few minutes he felt dizzy and strange.  For a while he just hung
there, his boner pumping harder and harder and his nervous tension growing
stronger and stronger, till there were muffled sounds and someone
approached.

Fingers roamed, ever so lightly, exploring his body.  Over his back, his
front, then carefully across the mask and the gag thing in Paul's mouth
that stopped him from talking.

There was a startled exclamation from the guy, who sounded like he was
expecting someone else, but he was just told to get on with it and check
out Paul's dick.  After a short hesitation there was a light touch, then a
soft probing, down and around his balls.  It was soft, tentative and
gentle.

The van guy gave orders for Paul to be oiled.

Oiled?

A hand steadily smoothed its way over Paul's back.  Again his impression
was of gentleness, but that was lost to nervous anticipation as the oil
covered his sides, his chest, down to his stomach, and in response to the
demands, his dick.

Paul let out a gasp at the overwhelming feeling.  It nearly sent him crazy.
The guy immediately stopped moving his hand and gave Paul a hug.  A hug?
It was a real hug and the impression of gentleness became a certainty.

"I'm sorry.  They're blackmailing me."

The gentle hands, the responsive hug, and now the concerned tone meant to
Paul that the person holding him was feeling the same way he was.  Paul
felt an immediate kind of relief and leaned back into the hug.  He couldn't
speak, so he rested his head against the side of the guy's neck and nodded.
There was an instant tightening of the hug, as if the guy was saying thank
you for something, and then they were being yelled at.

"Get him off.  But do it slowly."

The hand closed round Paul's dick and started working.  Paul was shocked at
his response.  He couldn't help himself.  He pushed and pushed, faster and
faster into the slippery grip till he wrenched with an orgasm that made his
legs give way.

His arms took all his weight till his contractions stopped.

The guy behind him yelled and Paul felt warm liquid on his back.

There was laughter and rude comments from the van guy then a demand to keep
moving.

On and on it went, with a rest break after each climax, then forceful
demands and explicit instructions for the next.

For several hours Paul felt like a puppet, responding to everything he was
told.

He learnt soon enough that the guy's name was Peter and despite the things
they had to do to each other, he quickly felt secure with him.

How many of those tablets had he been given?

Paul went through it all with a dazed feeling, as if he couldn't quite
clear his head.

The sex finished.  There couldn't possibly be any more, and they sank to
the mat.  With huge relief Paul heard the command for Peter to take the
leather masks off.  The gag went first, and then Paul was dazzled with the
brightness.  When his eyes adjusted, the first thing he saw was a sad look
that etched itself in his memory for the rest of his life.

"He's just a boy."

Paul didn't think of himself as a boy, but the emotion in Peter's voice
pierced the curtain of fog in his brain and his sadness grew as he
discovered he'd been the bait to trap Peter further.

They had to stay stuck together like dogs, with their artificially induced
boners, taking turns inside each other while more photos were taken.  Paul
felt even sadder at the hopeless look on Peter's face when he was told he'd
also be staying.  They separated and Paul watched as Peter was handed a
phone to let someone know he wouldn't be home for a while.

Peter was just starting to press the number buttons when, with a great
crashing sound, the door to the studio flew off its hinges.

Paul saw it.

An enormous guy dressed all in black came charging straight for them.  Paul
felt a stab of fear at the anger radiating from him.  Everyone froze as
they tried to take it in.  The van guy went first, thrown half across the
studio, landing on his back and knocking one of the cameras over in the
process.  Johnno was next, dragged single-handed from the computer and
dumped on the floor.

Paul's heart stopped when the giant guy looked at him.  Was he next?

"Paul, are you all right?"

That wasn't anger.  It was spoken as if he knew Paul and was concerned.

Paul nodded, totally at loss over the apparent familiarity.

The big guy said something to Peter them returned his attention to the van
guy who'd picked himself up and was mouthing off with threats and
obscenities.  He withered under the big guy's gaze.  Paul listened
carefully as the van guy was told his blackmailing was all finished.  He
listened and discovered that it was Johnno who'd found all the information
by computer hacking, then watched the big guy do something to the computer
which made the screen say there was a fatal error.

"Paul and Peter, go and find your clothes while I talk to these criminals."

Paul walked to the dressing space and was about to grab his clothes when he
heard a loud sob.  Peter had tears running down his face.

"Paul.  ... I ...I don't know what to do.  I've hurt you and I don't know
what to do about it."

Paul wanted to cry himself and his throat started hurting.  He wrapped his
arms round Peter and hugged, feeling good that he could return some of the
comfort he'd been receiving all morning.  They said a few personal things
then got dressed.

Putting his clothes on made Paul feel better.

They found the big guy by himself, doing something to the computer, and he
gave Paul such a friendly smile that he couldn't help smiling back.  His
name was Andrew and he was a close friend of Peter's.  He took the hard
drive out of the computer and explained that he needed the information on
it.

"Don't worry Paul, all this will disappear and we'll fix the troubles
you've been in.

They had seventeen other guys on their blackmail list and this will help me
let them all know they can stop worrying.

The first priority is to get you two rested and checked.

Paul, I'd like you to come to Peter's house."

Paul was uncertain about that but Andrew gave him a very particular kind of
nod.

He was telling him it was a good idea and Peter looked pleased when he said
yes.  Andrew called a taxi on his mobile phone then waited outside with
them till it arrived.  Paul gawked at the gigantic motorbike which roared
off as he and Peter climbed into the taxi.  The drive didn't take long but
Paul sensed anxiety coming from Peter.  He didn't understand that, as
Andrew had made it sound as if everything was over.

The taxi pulled into the driveway of a big double-storey house and Andrew
was waiting for them.  Peter started talking about someone called Michael
and Paul knew straight away that that was what he'd been worrying about.
Andrew said Michael knew some of what was going on and advised Peter to
tell everyone what had happened.  Everyone?  How many people were there?

Paul found out straight away when five anxious faces greeted them inside
the door.  One of them looked like he was going to faint and held Peter in
a huge hug.

Andrew explained what had happened and Paul could see the disbelief on all
their faces.  The Michael guy went white and Peter sat on the sofa with
him.

Andrew organised everyone.  There was a force about him like when he came
into the studio, except this time it was friendly, and a couple of minutes
later Paul was sitting in a large room with a dark eyed, gentle looking guy
called Jeremy.  Jeremy pulled the covers of the bed back and said he was
going for a glass of water in case Paul wanted something to drink.

"Ah!  ...Could I have a shower?"

Jeremy found a big beach towel, led Paul to the bathroom and started the
shower going in the shower recess while Paul stood watching.

"I'll be all right."

"I know, but Andrew told me to stay with you."

He grinned and turned away, while Paul undressed and started washing
himself.  The water was too hot.  Something wasn't right.

"Jeremy...."

Paul opened his eyes and saw Andrew in a swivel chair beside him and Jeremy
sitting on the end of the bed.

"What happened?"

Andrew smiled at him.

"You flaked out. That's what.  How are you feeling now?"

"All right.  ...Tired."

"So you should be.  Peter lasted ten seconds once he was in bed.  I want
you to close your eyes and sleep.  Jeremy will be here in case you wake up
and want anything.  We'll have a big talk later.  Okay?"

Paul nodded and closed his eyes.

He woke at one stage and Jeremy, who was sitting in the swivel chair
reading a novel, rushed off to get him a drink when he said he was thirsty.
Paul snuggled under the covers and closed his eyes.  The next time he woke
the drink was waiting and he swallowed it thirstily.  Jeremy refilled the
glass and a second drink quickly followed the first.

"How did I get here?"

"What do you mean?"

"From the shower.  I can't remember."

Jeremy gave him a big smile and Paul wondered if he was always this
friendly.  He looked like he was.

"I carried you."

"I was all wet and soapy."

"So, I dried you.  I couldn't put you in bed all wet could I. Are you
hungry?  Andrew said you haven't had anything to eat since this morning."

"What's the time?"

"About three o'clock."

Paul looked round the room while Jeremy went to make sandwiches.  There was
a bookshelf and a bench piled with all sorts of electronic equipment as
well as a fancy looking computer.  He picked up the book that Jeremy had
been reading.  It was science fiction.  He didn't know anyone who read that
kind of stuff.  When Jeremy returned, Paul ate a couple of sandwiches and
promptly fell asleep again.

He woke to the muted rumble of the big motorbike.  God, Jeremy was still in
the chair reading.  Paul sat up and was immediately asked how he felt.

In fact he was feeling much better and said so.  He was about to ask where
his clothes were when Andrew walked in.  He was still in the black leather
outfit and for a moment Paul felt nervous.  A cheery greeting and a hand
resting on his shoulder wiped that away though and he smiled back.

"So Paul, what have you been up to?"

"Nothing.  All I've done is sleep."

"Good.  That's the best thing for you.  I took Peter to see a doctor and
found that he'd been given a whole mixture of drugs.  Have you still got
that erection?"

"Uh!  ...No!"

"Okay.  What about your head?  Have you been dopey brained?"

That was exactly how Paul had felt all morning and he nodded.

"Don't worry about it. It was one of the drugs they gave you. They gave you
an aphrodisiac too."

Paul didn't have a clue what that was.

"It increased your libido, gave your body an imperative which made it crave
sex.  The doctor says you'll be uncomfortable but it won't last long.  Have
you got any pain at all?"

Paul didn't know what he meant.

"No."

"From the penetration.  We'll get you checked if you have.  Peter wouldn't
hurt anyone, but if it was new for you he might have."

"Um.  ...No, they made me use things last night so I'd be ready."

Andrew's hand returned to Paul shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze.

"You've been through a rough time.  Don't worry though, I'll have it all
fixed for you before long."

Paul stared at him.  If only he could.

"Tell us your story Paul.  I want you to talk it out."

Paul felt uneasy.  He didn't know these people.  He had no qualms about
Andrew, but what would this dark eyed, smiling Jeremy think?

"Jeremy will understand Paul, and he's your official nurse for the next few
days.  I know he'll do a better job of it than I could."

Paul was startled.  This guy was reading his mind?  He still hesitated,
then felt awkward when Jeremy stood up and said he didn't want to intrude.

"Stay Jeremy.  Paul's worried about you discovering he's gay."

His mind was being read, but he didn't have time to dwell on it because a
great smile spread over Jeremy's face as he gave a nod and pointed at his
chest.  Did he mean he was gay too?

"Um.  ...What do you want to know?"

"Everything, but your involvement with the porn studio will do for a start
since that's what I'll be clearing up first."

Paul went through it all and Andrew kept nodding and prompting for more
details.  He didn't know what to make of Jeremy who gave him hugs all the
time.  It felt wonderful though, especially when he was explaining about
his Sis, and when Andrew left Paul felt disappointed that the hugs would
stop.

Jeremy was sitting on the edge of the bed right next to him.

"Are you still a bit tired Paul?"

"Not really, just lazy.  Who is he?"

"Andrew?  ....He's amazing isn't he?"

"Is he as strong as he looks?"

"Stronger.  He tipped a car upside down with his bare hands once."

"Really?  He broke the door off its hinges when he came in for Peter and
me.  I was scared."

Jeremy was nodding.

"I would be too.  But he's not scary really."

Paul wasn't so sure about that.  He'd been rather unnerved at the way
Andrew seemed to know what he was thinking.

"Um.  ...Jeremy, why did Andrew tell you to stay?"

"Oh that!  He probably thought it was funny.  I'm gay too, so there was
nothing for you to worry about."

"You are?"

"Yes and I know why he's got me looking after you for the next few days
too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I was in a couple of halfway houses before this year, so I know what
it's like."

Paul looked at the dark eyes regarding him.  Wow.

"Is that why you kept hugging me?"

"I'm sorry.  I couldn't help it.  I won't do it any more."

"I didn't mean that.  It surprised me that's all.  My best friend used to
hug me like that."

"Used to?"

"He went to England last Wednesday."

"He?  Was he your boyfriend?"

Paul laughed.

"I wish.  No, just best friends.  We hacked round together all the time."

"What do you mean, you wish?  Was he good-looking?"

Jeremy's smile hit Paul like a bolt of lightning.

"Un-real.  Nearly as good as you."

"Idiot!  Tell me about him.  "

Paul loved being called an idiot. It had the same good feeling as when
Jarrod said it. Some kind of barrier disappeared and his spirits rose.

"All right, but you have to give me another hug first."

The smile lit up and a hug proceeded.

"Now, tell me about your boyfriend."

"Not my boyfriend."

"Well, how did you meet him?"

"In Life Maths at school.  I used to sneak looks at him all the time and
then I started helping him because he was so clueless."

"Was that what made you friends?"

"Not really.  He made me laugh all the time."

"Sounds like Pete."

"Pete?  Is that what you call Peter?"

"No, Pete was here at the house when you arrived.  Andrew sent him off with
Michael and Sam."

Paul vaguely knew who he meant, but hadn't taken all that much notice at
the time.

"So what did you laugh about?"

Paul told the story about the Op shop changing room and the little old
lady, and loved the way Jeremy enjoyed it.

"Did you really?  I would have died of embarrassment."

Jeremy scrambled onto the other side of the big double bed and stretched
out while Paul talked about Jarrod.

"Paul, why don't you send him an e-mail?  My computer's on the net."

"Now?"

Jeremy crawled over the top of Paul and started up the computer.

"It looks like a good computer."

"It is.  Andrew gave it to me when I came here."

"Gave it to you?"

"Yes, Peter organised it and they all gave me stuff."

Paul slipped his legs out beside the bed.

"Um.  ...Where are my clothes?"

"They're in the wash.  Use the towel and I'll go and put them in the dryer
for you."

Paul sat at the computer and composed a message for Jarrod.  Jeremy arrived
about ten minutes later and Paul pulled on his boxers, jeans and T-shirt,
all warm as toast from the dryer.

"Have you had any e-mails back from him?"

"No, he's not really into computers much.  He said he'd mostly send letters
or postcards."

"I bet he answers your e-mail.

Paul, are you upset with Peter?"

"No, it wasn't his fault and he made me feel like he was protecting me.  He
got into trouble right at the start for saying he was sorry and I could
tell he meant it."

"Were you scared?  You must have been."

"I was before he got there but then that aphro drug they gave me made me so
worked up I wanted everything we had to do."

"He'll be worrying.  He's so kind he wouldn't hurt anyone."

"There's nothing for him to worry about.  He was gentle as anything, and
anyway I did all the same things to him."

Paul could tell how Jeremy was relieved by his reply and decided it was
time to find out more about Peter.

"What's he like?"

"Peter?  Well, ...Everyone in the house loves him."

Oh wow, that was a much stronger answer than Paul was expecting, and he
waited for Jeremy to say more.

"He saved Andrew's life twice and helped everyone else in the house.  Me
especially."

"Andrew?"

"Yes, once from being electrocuted and once from being drowned."

"Wow, what happened?"

I don't know all that much about it but I'll get Pete to tell you sometime.

"How did he help you?"

"He stopped me being lonely and asked me to come and live here."

"Were you lonely?"

"Yes, really lonely.  Halfway houses aren't much fun, especially when
you're gay."

Paul didn't say anything to that, he just nodded, then teased a bit.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

Jeremy laughed at the comeback.

"I wish.  No, not really.  Peter is more important than a boyfriend."

Paul had no idea what that meant.

"Is he your best friend then?"

"That's Pete."

"Pete?  I thought he was with that Sam?"

"He is.  But he's with me too."

Paul was feeling bemused by this relationship tangle.

"So, Pete's your best friend, and he's Sam's best friend too?"

"Yes, and Michael and Peter are special to each other."

"Michael?  I thought Andrew was Peter's friend. Where does Andrew fit in
then?"

"Andrew is everyone's friend."

"What was wrong with Michael?  He was the one who looked like he was going
to faint wasn't he?"

Jeremy gave a worry frown.

"I'm not exactly sure.  I think he was the one who found out Peter was in
trouble.  He's been quiet since Monday when Peter first went off by
himself."

Just then a car pulled into the driveway and Paul watched a guy come
rushing to the front door.

"Who's this?"

"Anthony.  He is Brian's partner.  Come on.  We'll see what's happening."

Paul vaguely remembered Brian as someone who hadn't said anything this
morning and followed Jeremy to the large kitchen area where a worried
looking guy in dirty overalls was demanding to know what had happened.

"Shh!  Peter's asleep."

Just then Andrew came in and the Anthony guy rushed over to him.  Andrew
rested one hand on his shoulder, and like magic he went quiet.

"That's better Anthony.  Sit down and we'll tell you what we know.  Peter's
asleep but he'll be okay.  Say hello to Paul.  He was in the same trouble
as Peter."

Anthony's mouth opened in surprise then he came over, shook Paul's hand and
said he hoped he was all right.

Paul liked him straight away.  The shaking hands bit was unusual.

Andrew went through what had happened and Paul couldn't get over Anthony's
shocked, intent expressions.  It was embarrassing when Paul's part in it
was explained and even more embarrassing when Andrew described him as brave
and coping better than anyone could expect.

"Anthony, go and have your shower while we organise food for everyone."

After the meal Paul went back to the bedroom where he was given a run
through of Jeremy's interests.  The books didn't do much for him, though he
could tell how important they were to Jeremy.  The workbench did, and he
was amazed to discover that Jeremy was learning how to build sound systems.

"You build them yourself?"

"Well, I try.  And when I get stuck Andrew helps me."

"I got a sound system not long ago."

"Really?  What sort is it?"

Jeremy was impressed when Paul described it, aghast that he'd only heard it
through headphones, and then quickly organised for them to collect it the
next day.

They talked for a while then went upstairs to see Peter.  He looked tired
and worn out and Paul felt sorry for him all over again.  Jeremy left them
alone and by the time he left half an hour later Paul was starting to
understand why Jeremy liked him so much.

"What did you talk about?"

"Just what happened.  He thinks it was all his fault though and kept saying
sorry.  We had a big hug at the end and that made him feel better."

Jeremy smiled and said they were going for a walk.

"Now?  In the night?  Do you walk in the night time?"

"No but you do.  Well, that's what you said.  We'll only go for half an
hour because you're meant to take things easy."

It was a wonderful walk that Paul would never forget.  Jeremy kept bumping
into him as a kind of friendly game and Paul bumped back each time so he
wouldn't be pushed off the path, and when Jeremy stopped, Paul did the
bumping to keep the game going.  They went through a small park and Jeremy
linked arms.  Wow, it felt great, and Paul slowed his walking so it would
last longer.  By the time they reached the house he had a smile he couldn't
stop.

The end of Chapter 8.



Chapter Nine.

Orders from Andrew were for an early night so they both had a shower.

Jeremy supervised in case Paul collapsed again, but there was no sign of
that, and wrapped in big fluffy towels, they returned to the bedroom.

Paul pulled on his boxers and crawled under the covers of the mattress
which had been set up on the floor for his stay. He couldn't help laughing
when Jeremy wore red jocks.

"What?"

"You haven't got a thing for red jocks have you?  Jarrod wears them all the
time."

"I don't think so.  Let's see."

He jumped out of bed and pulled open the second top drawer of a cupboard.

"Black, blue, red, blue, brown, green, blue, white, ...Blue again.  See,
I've got a thing for blue jocks."

"Idiot!"

Paul was laughing because Jeremy swapped into a blue pair.

He watched Jeremy get into the double bed and pondered about him.  Paul was
good at working people out and Jeremy was easy.

His friendliness wasn't an act, neither was his caring, but he seemed like
one of those guys who kept to himself, so it was surprising how quickly
they'd felt good with each other on the walk.  The prospect of spending a
few days with him was turning into a real plus.

Paul's thoughts swung back to Peter.  The things they'd done were very
large in his mind and the talk with him had brought them all back with even
greater force.

"What's wrong Paul?"

"Nothing.  I was just thinking."

Jeremy slid out of his bed, walked to the mattress and climbed under the
covers next to Paul.

Paul smiled at the big hug that followed then was astonished with himself
when several tears oozed from his eyes.  The comfort of Jeremy's hug felt
wonderful and Paul gradually relaxed and accepted the security and strange,
enjoyable intimacy of it.

Andrew's rule about an early night proved to be right, because the next
thing Paul knew he was looking at a bare back. He thought of Jarrod, but
then woke to another level and stayed quiet, just watching.  It was a
strong back.  The top arm moved slightly and there was a soft rustle.  What
was he doing?  A moment later the same thing happened.

Ah!  ...He was reading.

Paul wriggled up on one arm and looked over Jeremy's shoulder.

"What you reading?"

"Morning corpse.  It's a sci-fi book called Children of the Lens."

"Corpse?"

"Yes, you've been asleep for twelve hours."

To Paul's surprise, and delight, Jeremy rolled over and gave him a huge
hug.

"What's this for?

"Your morning hug.  Everyone needs hugs and I know you like them."

Paul felt his smile grow.  It was like being with Jarrod, but different.

"What's all that noise?"

"What, now you can hear it?  It's been going for half an hour.  They're
putting a roof on the new carport."

Paul scrambled out of bed, grabbed the towel and rushed for the bathroom,
which he needed badly, then had a quick shower.  Jeremy was looking out the
window when he returned and Paul joined him.

"It's Andrew and Peter.  Are they building it by themselves?"

"Anthony's in charge and every one helps."

"Jeremy, it's nearly half past eight.  We'll have to rush."

"What's the lock up time?  Isn't it ten-thirty?"

"No, nine-thirty."

"Oh boy, make some toast while I have a shower."

It was a rush, but Peter drove them to the railway-station and they reached
Roklin at nine-twenty.  Brian was still there, luckily, and ten minutes
later the sound system was properly packed, along with a couple of changes
of clothes which Paul stowed in his day pack.

By eleven o'clock they were setting up the sound system and for an hour
they listened to their favourite CDs.  Jeremy kept fiddling with the
controls on the graphic equaliser and saying how Paul had got a total
bargain. At lunchtime everyone stirred them for being slackers and not
helping with the carport, except for Andrew who told them to disappear
somewhere for the afternoon.

They ended up catching a bus and going to the bay.

Paul's eyes bugged out at the evening meal.  There was so much food and it
tasted so good he couldn't believe it.  Jeremy said that was normal when
Sam did the cooking.  Sam was one of the quiet ones, and he looked very
friendly.  Everyone was there and it was quite overwhelming trying to keep
up with all the conversations and stirring that was going on.  Most of it
came from Jeremy's friend Pete, who was carrying on about everything.

Andrew talked to him after the meal.

"I've been working on your sister's situation Paul.  I'm going to see her
when I get back from our tour."

"What.  ...What will you tell her?"

"She's very cluey from what you say, so pretty much everything.  Not the
details.  That's your business.  She won't be accepting any more money from
you for a start.  That's a burden she shouldn't have let you take.  I'll be
offering her all the help she needs, but what happens is really up to her.
We'll play it all by ear as I get to know her."

"Will she.  ...ah.  ...Be in trouble?"

"Some, but not jail.  That was a threat to make you compliant."

Andrew explained things more and when he left Paul was sad but hopeful.

The music played softly for a while then Jeremy gave him a quick hug and
turned the computer on.

"What's your login for e-mail Paul?"

"Runnerboy99."

Jeremy typed that then Paul entered his password.

Wow.  There was an e-mail from Jarrod.  Quite a big one.  Paul's spirits
lifted and he was laughing by the end of it.

"Oh my god Jeremy, listen to this.  His dick got bitten. He was at a pub
and a girl took him to her flat and went crazy.  He says he had to put band
aids on it but I don't believe that."

"Does he make stuff up?  He mightn't have really got bitten."

"He probably did, but not as bad as he says."

The door swung open and Pete came in.

"What's so funny?"

"Paul's friend Jarrod has just gone to England and he got bitten, on his
dick."

"Ouch!  Tell him to bite back.  Was it a guy or a girl?"

"A girl."

"Well, they're the worst, I can tell you.  They don't understand how much
it hurts."

Did he mean that?  Paul couldn't tell.

"Hey Paul, I've got a secret for you."

He was grinning, and Paul looked at Jeremy who was also grinning and
shaking his head no.  It didn't feel right to ignore him though so Paul
went and listened to the soft whisper.

"I haven't really got a secret, but when I give you a nod we'll push Jeremy
on the bed and knuckle him.  Okay?"

Jeremy had said Pete was always mucking round and this sounded like fun.

"Okay!" he whispered back.

"What you up to Pete?"

"Nothing, it's a secret between us isn't it Paul?"

"Um.  ...Yeah."

Pete moved to the other side of Jeremy, looked straight at Paul and gave a
very definite go signal.  Paul jumped, pushed and then got held as Jeremy
went down.  Two seconds later he was squashed flat with Jeremy on top and
Pete laughing from the side.

"Hey Jer, Paul was going to knuckle you.  That was the secret."

Paul struggled and Jeremy let him up.  What an idiot.  He'd fallen for
Pete's trick even when Jeremy warned him.  He couldn't help joining in the
grinning though.  Maybe he could turn the tables.

"Hey Jeremy, I've got a secret too."

Jeremy leaned forward to listen.

"He thinks we're going to do something, but we're not.  Okay?"

Jeremy nodded a very emphatic okay and they both smiled innocently at Pete
who eyed them both carefully for a moment.

"Right.  Who goes first then?"

There was no warning.  Paul thought Pete was going to look at the computer.
For the second time he was squashed flat on the bed and this time a knuckle
started to gouge his chest.

God, that was murder.  It lasted till Jeremy joined in and now it was the
two of them against Pete.  It didn't seem to do much good.  It was like
trying to hold a tornado down.  How strong was this guy?

There was a laugh and Pete gave in, letting Jeremy hold one arm down and
Paul the other.

"All right.  ...Paul gets to knuckle me, but then he does me a favour."

Paul was dubious but this time Jeremy was signalling yes.

"What's the favour?"

"Knuckle me first, then you can't back out."

He was trapping himself somehow, but they were both nodding so it must be
okay.  Paul was careful not to knuckle too hard, but Pete acted like he was
in total pain and had them laughing with his cries of torture and fake
agony.

He sat up and pulled his T-shirt off.

"Hell, look at that.  I'll be bruised for weeks."

"Try five minutes!  So, what's this favor you want from Paul?"

"Well, you know I've got this modelling job next week. Paul can show me
what to do."

"Pete, he isn't a model.  It was porn."

"So?  It's the same thing.  Did they tell you how to stand and all that
Paul?"

Paul had a jolt of surprise when Pete tossed his jeans to one side and
stood there in his jocks and socks.

"What do I do now?  Put my hand on my hip?  No, that feels too gay."

Jeremy was shaking his head, but Paul couldn't help laughing.

"I don't know what to do Pete.  They told me."

"You must remember something?  Have you got any pictures I can copy? "

Paul nearly chickened out, but what the hell, they both knew what had
happened.

"Um.  ...There's some CDs they gave me."

"Neat.  Let's have a look."

The first CD was the least embarrassing, so that was the one Paul got.  No
sooner was it in the drive than Pete took over.  He certainly knew how to
use the computer because in seconds he had a picture of Paul in white
bikini jocks on the screen.

"Ho--ly!  ...Look at that!  No wonder you've been keeping Paul to yourself
Jeremy."

Jeremy blushed and Paul sprang to his defence.

"No he's not.  Andrew told him to."

"Yeah, and I bet he's enjoying it too.  What's on those other CDs?"

"Um..  Some swimming things.  They're..."

Pete took charge and kept jumping up and down to copy the current pose of
Paul on the screen, and Paul couldn't help laughing and soon lost his
embarrassment.  Pete loved the see through thong pics and pulled the sides
of his jocks right up over his hips till they looked like they were going
to tear.  It looked awfully uncomfortable, then he blithely stretched his
dick up to match Paul's in the picture, and said he was going to have a
hernia.

"Jeremy, get a jug of water so we can tell if they're see-through."

Jeremy raced out and Pete gave Paul wink.

"I like making Jeremy laugh.  He's too serious."

Paul nearly defended Jeremy, but he was a quick learner.

"Only to make up for you not being serious enough."

Pete loved that, told Paul he was cheeky, and that he should stick around.

Paul knew he meant it and just like that they were friends.

Jeremy arrived with the jug and Pete said it was Paul's job to pour the
water.  There was a great screech because the water was out of the fridge.
Pete yanked the jocks off, grabbed one of the towels Jeremy had made him
stand on, then after a quick rub, pulled his jeans on.

"Have you told Peter that Paul's coming on the hike with us?"

"Not yet. I'm asking him tomorrow."

Pete left the room, giving another wink while Paul stared after him.

"Was that serious?"

"Yes.  You'll love it.  I know."

Paul started to simmer with excitement.  He'd heard everyone talking about
the hike but it hadn't even entered his head that they might take him with
them.

"Oh wow. Do you think Peter will mind?  And what about all the special
gear?  I haven't got anything."

"Peter will love you going, you'll see.  And I haven't got any gear either.
We hire it all from College for about five dollars."

"Pete didn't really come in about modelling did he?"

"No, it was his way of getting to know you.  He likes you."

Paul knew that.  It was from the special moment when Pete said to stick
around.

Jeremy tidied the wet towels and took Pete's soggy jocks out while Paul sat
down to answer Jarrod's e-mail.  Fancy having a computer for whenever you
wanted it.

He started typing, but Jeremy called him a hunt-and-pecker and took over.
His fingers flew over the keyboard as fast as Paul could think of things to
say.

"How come you can type like that?"

"From a course I did back in High School.  I've got a lot better since I
had my own computer though."

"Does that mean you practice?"

"No, I like writing things.  Let's go and see Sam.  He's my other best
friend."

Sam had a back pack out and was organising clothes and other things to take
on the hike, so most of the talk was about that.  He was totally different
to Pete, kind of quiet like Jeremy.  Paul kept staring at all the pictures
and sketches hanging round the room which Jeremy had said were quite
famous. He must have been too obvious because Jeremy said something quietly
to Sam.

"Sure...  Sit here Paul and we'll do a ten minute sketch."

Paul sat in a chair and Sam turned on a soft studio light.  The ten minutes
turned into half an hour, with the three of them sometimes talking,
sometimes not.  Jeremy was watching intently over Sam's shoulder while Sam
was lost in concentration.

"Here you are.  It's the best I can do till I know you better."

"What?  Is it for me?"

"Of course it is."

Paul didn't quite know what to make of it.  At first glance he didn't think
it was him, but then it was.  Did he really look like that?  Jeremy said it
was fantastic and pinned it on the display board when they got back to the
room.

"You're putting up there?"

"It's too good to put away."

Paul didn't have an answer, but once again Jeremy had made him feel good.
He smiled even more when they were going to bed and Jeremy put the red
jocks on.

"Do you want to talk?"

"Sure.  What about?"

Jeremy pulled the covers of his double bed back.

"I mean in bed, like last night."

He looked nervous, as if he was asking something but wasn't sure if he
should, and Paul's heart leapt.  Yes, yes, yes!  He nodded to the dark,
waiting eyes, and in moments was receiving the same intimate hold he'd
fallen asleep to the previous night.

"So, what are we talking about?"

"Are you comfy?"

"Yes!"

"You don't have to come on the hike if you don't want to."

That was crazy.  Jeremy already knew he was all excited about it.

"Jeremy, you know I do.  What do you really want to talk about?"

"Um!  ...What were you thinking about when you got upset last night?  You
haven't said anything about it."

"I was thinking about the morning with Peter.  It was all so weird I can
hardly believe it happened.  They had me blindfolded nearly all the time
and it's a wonder I didn't freak out."

"That's why I think you're amazing."

Paul pulled Jeremy's arms round him a little tighter.

"It wasn't me.  That drug stuff stopped me thinking about it, and then
Peter made me feel like it was him and me against them."

"Of course it was you.  Andrew says so too.  He says you came through it
better than Peter did."

"Peter had more to worry about than me."

"I don't see how?  Didn't you do the same things to each other?"

"Yes, but he did them first and then he found out I wasn't eighteen.  He
looked so sad."

They were both quiet, then Paul said what he needed to say.

"I'd never done anything with anyone ever, Jeremy.  It was a shock when I
started thinking about it."

"It didn't...  Hurt, did it?"

"No, what I told Andrew about them getting me ready was true, and Peter
went into me easily."

Jeremy was quiet and Paul could tell he wanted to say something kind but
couldn't figure out what.  He pressed Jeremy's arms round his stomach and
changed the subject.

"Jer, I like you hugging me."

Pete's pet name for Jeremy slipped out.  Paul liked the way it sounded when
Pete said it and hoped he wasn't intruding on something personal between
them.

"Good, I'll keep hugging then."

"How come you changed halfway houses Jeremy?  You said you went to two
different ones."

"The guys found out I was gay and I had to fight all the time.  I had to
change schools too.  You know what it's like."

"School?  What happened there?"

Jeremy explained how his aunt had told a classmate about him and the story
spread through the whole school.  Things had got so bad he had to leave his
aunt and live with a foster family in a different area of the city.

Paul knew what it was like to be lonely, but he'd never had to go to school
every day wondering whether he'd be in a fight or have to face scorn or
nastiness.

Paul started to feel angry about what had happened to Jeremy and then
laughed silently because his boner was starting up.  He nearly told Jeremy
then wondered why he wanted to, but decided against it and lay there
wondering what it would be like if Jeremy were to touch him.

Jeremy went quiet and it was time for sleep.

The next morning it was Paul who woke first and he stayed still and
relaxed, watching Jeremy's face.  He'd done that at Jarrod's place too.
Jeremy's eyes flickered open and he smiled.

"Hi Paul, did you have a good sleep?"

Paul smiled back.

"I'm waiting."

"Waiting?"

"For my morning hug."

"Um!  ...In a minute."

Paul was surprised.  He'd expected an immediate hug just like yesterday
morning.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing.  I'm a bit rude when I first wake up that's all."

"Oh.  ...Right ...We can still hug."

He didn't wait for a response, just wriggled himself close and wrapped his
arms round Jeremy, who turned on his side to accommodate them.  Paul
accidentally on purpose bumped his thigh against Jeremy's groin area.  Oh
boy, he sure was a bit rude.  Paul's dick sprang to life.

"You just checked me out then didn't you?"

He was smiling, so Paul nodded.

Jeremy's hand traced gently and very deliberately up and down Paul's back.
It wasn't a tickle, it wasn't a feeling Paul had ever felt before and it
brought his whole body alive.

"Is it all right if I do that?"

All right?  He could do it for ever as far as Paul was concerned.  Jeremy
tightened the hug then suddenly jumped out at the bed.

"What?"

"Nature calls.  I'll be back.  "

He laughed, pointed at Paul and said it again in deep voice.

"I'll.  ...Be.  ...Back!"

Paul followed him."

"What are we doing today?"

Jeremy's face lit up.

"Going out with Andrew."

"Where to?"

"You'll see."

"Aren't you going to tell me?"

"I might.  "

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"See if you can make me."

Jeremy laughed at the funny look Paul gave him.

"Last night you said you missed wrestling...  In your e-mail, and it made
you smile so you must like it."

"I do, but I was smiling about Jarrod.  He has special wrestling tactics."

"Like what?"

"Well.  ...Um.  ...He likes wrestling in the nude."

"Really?  Sounds like Pete.  All right."

There were some movements under the covers and Jeremy dropped his jocks
beside the bed.

"Don't worry, I'll be easy on you."

"You will?  I'm fairly strong Jeremy.  Jarrod didn't have a hope against
me."

"From your gym and running?  I exercise too you know."

The challenge was given and so it was taken.

Paul was astonished to find himself pinned under Jeremy in nothing flat.
Was everyone in this house extra strong?  Jeremy let him up and they
struggled again, with the same result.

Wow, and he acted so gentle.

Again he was released, and again quickly restrained.  Well, it felt like
the right time to resort to the other tactic that Jarrod used.

There was a gasp from Jeremy.  God, Paul felt like gasping too from the
size of the boner he had hold of.

"Is this how you wrestled with Jarrod?"

"I told you he had special tactics.  If I didn't give in he'd start
bending."

"So, I'm meant to give in am I?"

Paul gave a bit of a bend to get the message across then really did gasp at
the response.  Jeremy rolled to the side but kept his hold.

Two sets of eyes locked in understanding.  Neither was going to give in.
Neither was going to let go either.

Paul bent the beast in his hand and the action was returned.  He gave a
squeeze and the same thing happened back.

God, this was really happening, and Jeremy was following his lead.  Paul
moved his hand again, exploring lightly and expecting the same. Instead
there was a whimper, Jeremy's eyes closed. His boner pressed rapidly
against Paul's hand then started pulsing.

Paul could hardly believe it.  So quick?

Jeremy opened his eyes, said his dick had gone mad, and started very gently
working Paul's boner.  Now it was Paul's turn to close his eyes.  Well, he
closed them a number of times, because it was another five minutes before
he thought he was dying.  He snuggled close for a while and listened
happily while Jeremy said how special he was.  They started wrestling, if
that was the right description, but that didn't last long because they both
quickly got excited again.  This time everything lasted a lot longer.
Jeremy threw the covers off because he said Paul looked so good he had to
be able to see him, and that suited Paul just fine.

"Jeremy, you're so big!  "

"Paul, you're so hard!"

That set off a big round of laughing, comparing and experimenting till
Jeremy held their boner's together and made them finish at the same time.
There was more hugging and lots of talking and just when things started to
build up again the door opened and Pete walked in.

Total embarrassment!

Paul stopped moving and looked for the covers but they'd long since
disappeared onto the floor somewhere.  God, what was Pete going to think?

He laughed.

"You dog Jeremy!  What's this?  Morning exercises?"

"We're ah ...Wrestling."

Paul relaxed. Jeremy was smiling nearly as much as Pete.

"Looks like you're losing.  I better give you a hand."

Paul yelped.  He'd just got a whack on his behind.  Now he was dragged off
Jeremy, flipped on his back and held in a choke hold.  There was no escape
and he was stuck with his boner waving round in full view.

"Looks like he's good at wrestling.  Did he pin you down?"

"About ten times."

Paul made another useless try at escaping.

"Andrew's in the kitchen, in case you ever decide to get up."

Jeremy was off the bed, into his jeans and gone in a flash, leaving Pete
laughing and Paul still trapped.

"Having a shower this morning Paul?"

"Um.  ...Yes."

With that, he slung Paul over his shoulder and walked him to the bathroom.

My God.  Straight through the kitchen and past Andrew, Jeremy, Michael and
Anthony.

After breakfast Paul found out why everyone had smiled so much and Jeremy
was so excited.

The end of Chapter 9.



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