Date: Sun, 4 May 2003 10:42:40 +1000
From: iarwain <iarwain7@ains.net.au>
Subject: Peter's Mistake part eleven and twelve.

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offended by male to male sexual content do not read. If the laws in your
state or county forbid this type of material, do not read. Otherwise enjoy
the story and all comments good or bad are welcome and I'll look forward to
hearing them.

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In Part Ten, Peter was tricked by Sam into having a special night with Pete.
Peter asked Pete to model for him then one of Pete's pranks backfired on him.

Part eleven
NUDE BEACH.

The next two weeks were very busy.

Michael had his exams and scholarship, all of which he was happy with, and
his singing coach begged him to come back next year.

Sam and Brian were pleased with their exams but Pete was worried.

Peter had a huge amount of College work, as well as organizing himself for
his four weeks in England.  He'd been invited there by the English National
Photographic Society, who wanted him to put on a show and talk to the
member groups.  He had to pay travel costs but food and accommodation was
all provided for.  It was quite an honor and his reputation would grow
because of it.

Everyone went to the airport to see him off.  He felt sad as he waved
goodbye but it wouldn't be long before he was back.

Michael and Andrew had a five day tour on motor bikes in the first week.
Andrew had a contact who loaned him a 250 cc bike for Michael.  They
traveled North West, to Mildura through semi-desert country, and Andrew
taught Michael how to ride properly.  They swapped bikes in some of the
outback areas so Michael would learn about powerful bikes as well.

All the exam results were posted.  Michael aced everything, winning the
scholarship and getting the highest score in the second year exams.  Sam
was brilliant and Pete scraped through in all subjects.

For three weeks after that Sam, Pete and Michael traveled the coastline of
New South Wales.  Pete was proud of his van and had got his driving licence
three days after his exam finished.  They visited the Southern surf
beaches, had a look at Sydney, then headed North to the tourist area.
They'd traveled so far that they had a mammoth return drive to make in a
short time.

Peter arrived home.  His trip had been very successful with the greatest
interest being in his work with the digital camera.  There was an email
waiting, demanding the five stories.  Peter had written all these while he
was away in times he had to himself.

In Dave's story he made them have a jack off competition because of a dare
but they ended up doing it to each other.

In William's story he seduced him with alcohol and marijuana and described
lots of things they did together.

Peter joined Sam and Pete's stories into one but made it much longer.  Sam
and Pete were evil characters who made Peter their sex slave who had to cum
ten times every night and do all sorts of other things.

Peter made himself the bad guy for Michael's story, and Michael had to have
sex with him once a week or he'd fail all his maths subjects.

The last week of December everyone disappeared and went to visit their
families.

Peter was back at the surf club now and was doing lots extra to make up for
the time he was away.  When he came home midweek everyone was back.

Sam and Michael had started working very seriously on their joint project .
Peter was impressed.  He hadn't really seen this idea before and knew it
was going to work well.

There was an email which said he must spend at least an hour with no
clothes at a nudist beach.  They really did know how to make him
embarrassed.  The thought of himself nude in public made him very nervous.
It would have to be this Saturday after surf club too.  That was the only
time he could fit it in.  On Friday afternoon Peter got ready and was
putting some gear into his car when Michael ran out.

Are you going to the surf club?

Yes! But just for the day. I'll be back tomorrow night.

Oh! Great! That suits me too. Hang on and I'll come with you.

This made things awkward for Peter.  He'd have to sneak off while Michael
was swimming.  After his surf patrol duty was finished Peter looked for
Michael but couldn't see him so he climbed in the car.  He was just about
to drive off when Michael appeared.

Hey! Peter! Where are you going?

Ah! I thought I'd go for a run.

Good! I'll come too because I missed yesterday and need to make it up.

Peter could hardly say no, but now he knew he was going to be extra
embarrassed, as this afternoon was his only chance for the nude beach.

Why are we taking the car?

Ah! There's a beach I'd like to explore not far away with some neat cliffs.
It's called Bell's Beach and is famous for its waves.  The tide is going
out now so we should be able to get along.

After twenty minutes of driving they parked the car and climbed down to the
beach.

Peter and Michael jogged along the beach towards the massive cliff faces.
By coming this way they would eventually reach the Northern and more remote
section of the Point Addis bay.  Peter's nervousness increased as they
passed the rock-slides at the point.  How was he going to manage this next
hour?  He didn't know how to even start the suggestion to Michael, let
alone how he would react.  As they rounded the point the sweep of the bay
appeared and Michael ran towards a sign posted at the shoreline.

"OPTIONAL CLOTHING AREA."

What does that mean? He called out.

It's a nudist beach!  They have to put up an official sign so that no one
can make complaints because they've been warned what to expect.

Does it mean we have to be nude if we want to go along here?

Peter laughed at himself. He was tempted to just say yes.

No! It says OPTIONAL, so obviously we have a choice.  But I've heard that
they think you're a bit rude if you keep your clothes on, like you've just
come there to stare at everyone.

Peter did make that last bit up but he thought it sounded reasonable and
probably had some truth in it.

What will we do? I'd like to keep running for a while.

Michael looked at Peter for a moment then said with a big grin -

Let's do it.  I quite like being in the nude but I've never done it in
public before.  Are you game?


Peter thought to himself that he wasn't really but he had no choice.
Relieved that things had happened so easily he gave a grin back and said, -

O.K!

Here goes thought Peter, and wondering what Michael was thinking of him, he
stripped off his shorts, speedos and shirt and then went up the beach to
some clumps of grass.

We'll hide our clothes here.  I don't want anyone to pinch my keys.

He watched as Michael removed his gear and stowed it away.

Well I won't have to imagine much from now on he thought, as his mind
started storing images.

Peter had worked things out in his mind.  If they ran for another ten
minutes, had a swim and a sunbake, that would fill out the time he was
meant to be there.  He found that he was enjoying a kind of breaking the
rules feeling, by being nude in the open, and the feeling of companionship
that he always felt when running with someone else, was somehow enhanced by
their nudity.

Peter hoped there wouldn't be anyone else on this section but there were
people scattered all along.  The fact that they were all nude reduced his
embarrassment.  They jogged for about a kilometer and Peter stopped and
looked at the ocean.

I'm going in for a bit of a swim.

He ran and dived through the waves, feeling the shock of the cool water on
his body warmed by the exercise.  Very quickly he felt his 'tight balls jut
the penis' syndrome coming on and he hoped it didn't look like he had
partial boner.  Michael, like always, was in a playful mood, splashing and
diving to grab his feet and tip him over.  Peter always enjoyed the mucking
round and horseplay as it was a normal part of both his swimming and surf
club life and he knew Michael had grown used to it as well.  But this was
different.  He found himself becoming very aware of Michael's body, and
started to get nervous when Michael changed to a dunking game where you
tried to grab the other person and push them under.  When Peter dived
through a wave Michael tricked him by coming up right behind him.  Before
Peter had a chance to dodge, Michael jumped on his back piggyback style,
grabbed him round the neck and pulled back till they both went under.
Peter struggled to free himself but Michael hung on like a limpet with his
legs clasped tightly round Peter's waist.  Soon they surfaced gasping for
breath, Michael yelling his success, but the close contact was too much for
Peter.  He could feel his body's automatic response

This damn dick! He thought as it cranked its way up.  I wish I could
control it.

Peter made a dash for the beach yelling that he was going to have a
sunbake, and hoping that Michael hadn't noticed anything.  How do you
explain a boner to one of your students when there isn't a girl within a
hundred metres and he doesn't know you're gay!  Peter dived forward once he
reached the dry sand and lay on his stomach, willing himself to calm down.
Eventually he was able to turn over without too much worry.  Michael was on
his back with his arms behind his head and his eyes closed.  Peter sat
drinking in the sight for a moment then lay back and closed his own eyes.
After about five minutes, the feel of the sun soaking into his skin and the
relaxation of his muscles caused him to start dozing.

Peter came awake with a strange feeling.  His balls were tickling and his
dick was aroused.  He felt strangely heavy in his groin area.  He sat up to
see Michael with that damned big grin on his face and a double handful of
sand, which he had been trickling over him and a pile of sand all over his
genitals.

Oh! My God! Busted again. How many times was he going to be caught like
this.  How long had he been lying there with his boner on view?

Peter dived over onto his stomach suffering complete embarrassment.
Michael, still playing his dratted games, proceeded to kneel next to him
and trickle sand over his back and his butt.  Peter wondered what to say.
He didn't want Michael to think he was being turned on by him, but he knew
he would never be able to turn over while Michael kept horsing around.
Michael stopped anyhow.  He lay down on his stomach next to Peter.

Man! What a beauty!  I wish mine was as big as that. Wow!  I've been
wondering why you got those nicknames.  You can't run back with that woody
though.  They'd think you were carrying a flagpole with you or try and hire
you as a portable stop sign.  You better quieten down you know, cause that
sign didn't say anything about OPTIONAL WOODIES .

Peter was feeling a bit dumbfounded.  Here was Michael chattering away and
making jokes about the size and shape of his hard-on like he was discussing
the weather .  He realized with relief that at least Michael was looking on
it as no big deal.  The waiting time for his dick to go down seemed to take
forever.  Probably because while he wasn't standing up, he knew that
Michael knew he was still aroused.  When he finally did stand up he saw
Michael give him a quick check out.  The cheeky grin started up again and
Peter thought he was going to cop a few more comments but they just started
jogging back along the beach.

Part Twelve.

RAFTING TRIP.

The next day the two Peters, and Anthony and Brian, packed their gear into
Pete's van.  It had to be Pete's so he could drive as much as he liked.

They were going on a rafting trip of the upper Murray River, some of the
wildest water in Australia, but not at this time of the year.  Sam and
Michael could have come but they needed every minute for their photo/sketch
project as they only had seven weeks left to finish it.

The group left just after midday with great excitement.  They planned to
camp along the way then leave early the next morning.  As time went, they
worked out that with steady driving and no stops except to grab some food
they'd make it with about an hour of daylight to set up camp.  They shared
driving and Peter took over for the last section which climbed steadily
into Australia's alpine area.  They pitched camp then organized tea and had
an early night.  Peter woke at 7.00 the next morning and the others were up
soon after.  They pored over their maps and changed their plans slightly as
they were leaving earlier than expected.  Each person had a two-man raft
and eventually everything was packed and ready.  Anthony and Brian headed
off first while the two Peters were finding a good spot to hide the car
key.  Pete wasn't going to lose that in the river.  Five minutes after they
started, Peter and Pete heard a great commotion and yelling ahead.  There
was a one and a half metre drop-off and Anthony had panicked and tried to
avoid it.  He ended up going over backwards and capsizing.  He sorted
himself out O.K. then watched the others come over with their hearts in
their mouths.  They all stopped and talked about this adventure and
wondered if it would be like this for their whole five days on the river.
Peter knew how to use a canoe but none of them had been in rafts before.
By lunchtime they'd got used to what they could do in their rafts and were
looking forward to the drop-offs and rapids rather than worrying about
them.  All their clothes came off and they paddled in speedos and runners.
They put their life jackets on in the spots where they might be needed.
The day was sunny and hot and the long range forecast was for much the same
with the possibility of thunderstorms building in the evenings.

The first camp spot was idyllic.  They stopped at 5.00 p.m. on a bend in
the river where the sun streamed in through the valley and the water was
banked up slow and deep.  They beached their rafts and sat together for a
light snack.  Pete set the scene. He pulled his speedos off and headed for
the water.

Come on you lot!  Shy that a platypus might see you?

Brian and Anthony stripped as well and then they all looked expectantly at
Peter.

O.K! What is this?  Do you expect me to put on a show as well?

This was the worst thing to say because now they did, and cheered and
clapped when he took his speedos off, and gave him a score out of ten and
yelled for encores.

Pete was very careful and checked the water in a pattern to find any rocks
or submerged logs.  Peter unpacked his camera from his waterproof barrel
and started clicking away, Brian and Anthony were self conscious for a
while but were soon ignoring the camera.  Peter took stacks of photos of
Pete.  This was the kind of environment he wanted, where Pete was excited
and playing his games.  He got Pete to put some running shorts on for a
while to get some non-nude photos.  Peter got his foam mat out and lay down
to relax and get some sun before it disappeared behind the mountains and
the other three did the same.  He relaxed more than he meant to because he
awoke to find three very interested onlookers staring at him.  Yes! His
runaway cock was well above half mast.  Pete started talking.

See! That's why it's famous.  But you should see the knob when he gets
really hard.  Peter! Move your hands away. We can't see anything.

Peter gave up. He put his hands behind his head.

There! Are you happy now? I don't think the word privacy exists for you
Pete.

Not really! You're going down, not up.

Well! What do you want me to do?  Jack off in front of everyone?

Once again Peter had said the wrong thing.  There were cheers of
encouragement and they all said they were waiting.  It was amazing how much
Brian and Anthony came out of their shell when Pete got them going.  Peter
dived in the river and had a hard swim for half an hour and Pete joined
him.  After that they set up their tents and organized some food for tea.
Peter lit a small fire in the stones on the riverbank so they could heat
their food and drinks.  They soon put their clothes on because mosquitoes
started to appear.  Pete was in fine form and they talked till it was dark
and their laughter echoed across the water.

It was quite warm in the tent because they had to keep the fly zipped to
stop the mosquitoes coming in, and Peter had to lie on top of his sleeping
bag.  Pete dived on him saying he was kidnapping his cock and with his
games and everything they didn't get to sleep for a couple more hours.

They woke at 8.00 next morning and got going quickly.  At the end of the
day they had to camp at the right spot because they were approaching the
most exciting part of the river called the Gates Of Hell, where it narrowed
and flowed down a canyon.  Their books all said that once they entered
there was nowhere to stop for two days of paddling because of the steep
canyon walls, except for one place where a creek flowed in.

They pulled in early at about 4.00 p.m. because their maps showed they were
close to the Gates and they found a magnificent camping site.  The river
came over a two metre drop-off and down a short chute to a deep hundred
metre stretch.  The far side was a sheer cliff wall and their landing spot
was a sandy spit with a clearing and a four wheel drive track coming in
through the bush.  It looked like it was a fishing spot.

Pete stripped off again and Peter did the same before there was a song and
dance about it.  They swam and mucked round for a good one and a half
hours.  Pete explored the drop-off.  Peter was worried by the strength of
the water but there was one part on the side where it felt like you were in
a spa with the water churning in all directions.  Peter went for another
hard swim then settled on his bush mat again but Pete started wrestling
with the other two in the shallows.  Peter had to get his camera because
there could be some great shots.  He got them to do the same in their
shorts then left them to it.  They stripped again and Pete led them
downriver to explore.  Peter relaxed in the sun with closed eyes, enjoying
the warmth on his skin and the sound of the water rushing over the drop
off, but there would be no falling asleep this time.  His eyes flew open
when his arms were held and his legs pinned.  The three of them had sneaked
up under cover of the sound of the rushing water. Straight away Peter knew
that he was in for something because of the look on Pete's face.

You owe me Peter, and I'm claiming right now so you have to pay up.

What?

Remember? You owe me a tickle-time.  I haven't got any Velcro so Brian and
Anthony are going to help.

Pete! It'll be embarrassing.

Brian and Anthony! Will you be embarrassed if we tickle Peter?

They both solemnly shook their heads no.

I don't think that platypus is going to worry either.  You owe me
twenty-five minutes but we'll make it fifteen here.

My God Pete! You sure know how to pick your times don't you?  And if I
don't let you you'll probably think of something worse.  All right go
ahead.

Pete dived in, and in seconds he had Peter shrieking and writhing.  Pete
got Brian and Anthony to help him and Peter was getting it from all sides.
Once Brian and Anthony started, Pete stopped his ordinary tickling and
concentrated on Peter's thighs and general groin area.  In a few minutes
flat Peter was raging hard and they wouldn't let him turn over.  Peter had
to lie there while they stopped and had a look.

Now! Watch this!

Pete squeezed the knob and Peter gasped as the feeling made him even
harder.

You should feel this.  He's as hard as anything.  Come on! Don't you want
to? I thought you guys were gay.  You won't find a cock as nice as this for
a long time.

Peter could see that they did want to but were too polite.

Go on! It's all right!  When Pete's around there's nothing private any
more.

Brian grinned and went ahead then Anthony followed.  For a couple of
minutes they gave Pete a good checkout.  Pete made sure they felt his balls
as well.

You might as well! You've gone this far.

Now Peter! Are you going to put on that show for us?

What show?

You promised to jack off for us yesterday and you can see Anthony really
wants you to.  Anthony's face flushed because his cock had hardened when he
touched Peter.

Pete! It was a rhetorical question, which means I'm saying the opposite.

Oh! Well! We've still got five minutes of tickle time left then.

Peter endured the tickling and smiles for another five minutes but he
managed to win a game of his own.  Brian and Anthony were sitting on his
legs to hold him down so he lifted his knees to press against their groins
with his movements and was rewarded with two boners and two flushed faces
by the end of the time.  Peter jumped into the river to relax.  Secretly,
he'd rather enjoyed himself but he knew that Pete knew that too.  They
walked up the rough track but it just kept going up and up.  Peter noticed
that some giant thunderhead clouds were building over the mountains.

We'd better get back and get ourselves organized.  We could even get some
rain out of this.

They put their tents up first then started their tea.  Half way through
they started to hear rumblings in the distance, which got closer and
closer.  By the time they finished the clouds were turning black and Peter
made sure they had everything they needed in their tents.  They looked at
the sky in amazement as it turned darker and darker.  There was a brilliant
flash of lightning and a tremendous thunderclap, which frightened the life
out of them.

Quick! All into my tent!

The other tent was a good one but Peter's main tent was very high quality.
He did so much camping he felt it was worth it.  Big drops of rain started
to splatter as they dived in.  A great gust of wind wrenched at the tent
then died down as the rain got stronger and stronger.  The tent opening
faced the river and they could see its surface boiling as the heavy drops
of rain struck.  Occasionally the sky would light up and the thunder would
crash but there was nothing as terrifying as the first very close one.

Wow! Isn't this fantastic?  I've never been in such a big storm before.
We'll never forget this.

Peter could see the others look at him as if he was crazy but then they all
laughed and he knew their fear was mostly gone.  The rain poured down for
forty-five minutes then cleared away.  They checked the other tent and
found everything was O.K.  There was still an hour of daylight left and
they sat and talked and watched the shadows deepen as the sky darkened.
When they went to bed they could still hear the distant rumblings.  Peter
said they might even have another storm go over.

You'll be O.K. in your tent but if you get worried come over here again.

About an hour later the two Peters were still awake and enjoying each other
when another storm came over.  The wind rushed through again and the
thunder grew closer.  Pete was most impressed.

Wow! We can make love in a storm.  That'll be a first for me.  Imagine if
lightning struck close just when you were cumming.

He rolled on top of Peter and worked their two cocks together in his hand
till Peter was gasping

Oh! Pete! I'm almost there. Faster please!

But then they heard Brian's voice right next to the tent.

Can we come in?  We don't like it by ourselves.

Peter unzipped the fly and they tumbled in and scrambled under the sleeping
bags.  Brian and Anthony had heard Peter and apologized for breaking in.

We're sorry!  We wouldn't have come if we thought you were ah! busy.

Yes we would! said Anthony.  I'm sorry Pete but it's too scary by ourselves
and when we're all together it feels safer.

Pete gave him a full on hug and turned everything into a big joke.

You're safe here because Peter's got a built in lightning rod and he's got
it all set up right now.  If there's a lightning flash you have to grab it
as fast as you can to earth yourself.  Peter wondered if Pete had a direct
link to mother nature, because ten seconds later, there was a great flash
of lightning and three pairs of hands all grabbed his cock and held on.
This storm lasted much longer and the rain poured down for ages.  For the
first half hour Peter had a constant hard-on because every few minutes
there'd be another flash of lightning and he'd be grabbed again.  He always
knew which was Pete because that was the hand which kept squeezing.  After
they got used to the rain Pete started messing round.  He'd tickle or grope
someone and pretend it was someone else.  Brian and Anthony joined in and
soon there were four nude bodies tangled together in the tent.  By the time
the rain stopped everyone had settled and gone to sleep so they stayed
there, squeezed together, all night.

Peter woke at about 7.00 and wondered why something seemed different.

It was the sound of the river.  He unzipped the tent and looked out.

Holy Hell!

This woke the others and they stared at the river.  Its level had gone up
and it was flowing more strongly.  Everyone clambered out to look and there
was an even worse shock.  Pete saw that his raft was gone.  He'd pulled it
right out on the sand spit but that was now washed away or underwater.
Peter grabbed his jeans, runners and life jacket and headed down the river.
Fifty metres past the deep section he found the raft bobbing in the water
against a fallen tree trunk in a kind of eddy.  He towed it back to camp
and got everyone organized and packed up quickly.

It looks O.K. now, but there could be stacks of water flooding into the
river.  We'll have to wear our life jacket, jeans and crash-caps all the
time.

It didn't take long to pack everything and lash the drums and rucksacks
extra securely.  Peter had a talk before they started.

I'll go first and I want you to try and take my path unless you can see
I've made a mistake.  This is the most exciting part of the river and this
extra water is going to make things interesting.

A couple of hundred metres down from their camp the walls started closing
in and they hit their first long chute.  Peter's adrenaline was pumping
madly as he shot past the giant boulders and bounced over the standing
waves.  He found himself yelling and screaming in the excitement and speed
of it all.  They regrouped at the bottom while the water was quieter and
after talking excitedly to each other about their feelings they went on.
The whole day was like that.  Each time the roar and rush of the water got
louder their anticipation grew along with the feeling that maybe this one
was going to be too much, but it never was.  Anthony and Peter both
capsized at different stages but were able to scramble back in with help
from the others.  By 5.00 p.m. Peter was starting to worry because he'd
seen no sign of a gap in the canyon walls or the creek joining, but then as
he came down a long curving chute which divided round a large boulder and
went over a metre drop-off he saw the flatter area on the left.  He yelled
and pointed, then paddled powerfully into the quieter waters of the joining
creek.  The others all made it and they secured their rafts and climbed to
the small camping area.  Anthony came over to Peter and grabbed him by the
shoulders.

Peter! That was so amazing.  I was as scared as hell all day but I never
wanted it to stop.  I've never had that feeling before.  This is the
biggest adventure I've ever had in my life.

He went over to Brian and grabbed him in a bear hug and swung him round in
circles till they fell over and started kissing.  The two Peters looked at
each other and grinned, then were startled when Brian and Anthony pulled
all their clothes off and kept going.

Pete called out,

Do you want us to go somewhere else for a while?

Brian looked up with a mischievous grin.

Pete! We caught you last night.  You should do the same.  It's the perfect
time.  Your hearts been pounding and you're all keyed up.  Go on!

Peter had about one second to think to himself, Don't challenge Pete like
that, before Pete was stripping his wet clothes off.

Pete wrapped himself round Peter and started kissing him.  By the time
Peter had a chance to object, so much of his clothing was gone and he was
in such a state, that he didn't want to anyway.  Pete grabbed their clothes
and arranged them on the ground then pulled Peter down on top of him.  Ten
minutes later they were still kissing but there was a river of cum flowing
between their bodies.  Pete was still hard and he played with Peter's cock
till he brought it to life again then he took them both in his hand and
worked them together.  Peter had reached the stage where he was gasping and
moaning when he realized they had some interested onlookers.  His body's
imperative meant he couldn't stop and his passion built till he was
involuntarily thrusting into Pete's hand and calling his name.  He yelled
as he came over Pete's chest and collapsed as he felt Pete's cum pumping as
well.  Peter wanted to stay there but soon Pete tipped him off and said
they should explore the area.  There was a narrow track following the creek
and fifty metres away it opened out again into another flat area.  They
liked the first area better because it was closer to the rafts and the
sound of the river was more spectacular.  The tents were set up and they
had to have a cold meal because it was too dangerous to light a fire with
all the vegetation.  They couldn't swim because of the strength of the
river and they couldn't walk anywhere so basically they talked and Pete
entertained everyone.

Peter kept a close eye on the river but he didn't see any change.  In the
morning its level had gone down a little and he stopped worrying about it.
About 8.00 they set off and the second part of the canyon was as exciting
as the first. At one big drop-off, of nearly two metres, they all got
tipped out.  Later in the day Peter's raft got stuck on some rocks near the
bottom of a long chute and all the other rafts rammed into each other and
jammed up.  It was a dangerous spot because the water was rushing so fast,
but they managed O.K.  In the afternoon they came out of the canyon and
they started to encounter some deep slow sections and sandy banks.

They stopped at another great camping spot.  The river widened as it came
round a bend with large flat rocks.  There was a kind of backwater near a
sandy shore and the fast flowing water was on the other side next to a
steep bank.  It was great to get out of all the gear they'd had to wear for
the last two days and in moments they'd all followed Pete's example and
were clothes free.  After setting up the tents and a quick snack it was
time to relax and explore.  The two Peters had a hard swim then went to
explore the big rocky barrier they had come around.  There were a number of
large rock platforms with smooth surfaces.  They lay down to enjoy the sun.
It was a neat feeling because the heat stored in the rock warmed you
underneath and the sun warmed you on top.  Pete soon got restless and Peter
watched as he started to scratch patterns on the smooth rock surface with a
smaller rock.  When he stopped he looked very satisfied and yelled out for
Brian and Anthony.  He explained the rules for his game, which he called
Rock Twister.

It's just like ordinary twister but I've got circles, squares, dots and
lines.

Anthony wanted to know what they'd use for a dice.

Don't worry about that.  I'll make your calls for you.  Now! Here's the
special rules for today.  If you collapse on the rock you have to give me a
kiss and the one who lasts longest takes over here.

They all looked at him.  He'd just taken the game to a different
level. Typical Pete!

Anthony, then Peter, then Brian. That's your order.

Right hand square! Anthony! Left hand circle.....

In moments Pete had their bodies tangled and twisted together.  He had the
advantage of being able to plan each move as he wanted it.  Anthony was the
first to collapse.

Yes! Great! Come here Anthony! I've been waiting for this.  Eat your heart
out Brian.  You can't do anything to stop me.

Anthony went over and Pete started to kiss him.  Peter could see that this
wasn't just a friendly peck.  He was giving him the full treatment.  Peter
was next to collapse and he felt himself starting to tingle and respond.

You're a devil Pete! He whispered.

I know! It's good fun isn't it?

Pete made Anthony collapse again, then kissed him till his cock started to
fill out.

Hey! Brian! I know why you like this so much.  Peter and Anthony were both
semi-hard by now and Pete made then move to positions where they were
pressed close together.  Peter murmured quietly.

Anthony! I can't help this. Pete is doing it on purpose.

Yes! I know, but don't worry, we'll get him.

Pete made Brian collapse now, and stirred Anthony that he wasn't keeping
all the goodies for himself.  Peter collapsed, then Anthony for his third
time.  Pete said this meant Brian had to take over his job.  Brian swapped
places and took over.

The rule this time is that whoever falls, has to hold Pete's cock for a
minute.

Pete objected.

Hey! They're meant to do something to you, not me.

Who said that?

Pete realized that he'd been caught by his own game.  It was three to one
now.  Brian and Anthony because he'd stirred them and Peter as a payback
for the tickling event.  Peter was first to fall and he used his minute
well.  It was more of a massage and stretch rather than a hold but it had
its effect.  Anthony was next and Pete was quite hard by then.  Brian made
Pete collapse next and he had to hold himself for the minute.  Brian
delighted in stirring him.

What are you doing Pete?  Putting on that show for us instead of Peter?

Peter fell then Brian made Pete fall twice in a row.  This meant Anthony
became the boss and everyone had to hold Pete's balls.  Pete stayed hard
because hold seemed to mean squeeze, tickle, jiggle, massage, pull, twist
or anything that came to mind.  Peter became the boss and Pete looked
shocked when the rule was to rub his cock for two minutes.

What's wrong Pete?  Is it you who's worried about the platypus now?

It was amazing how Brian and Anthony kept collapsing and Pete only got to
stand with his legs stretched wide apart.  Brian, Anthony, Brian and then
Anthony again. Pete put on a great show as his cock exploded and his cum
shot out over the rock.  After he'd stopped gasping he gathered himself
with a grin and called them a pack of cheats.

It wasn't meant to come out that way at all.

Peter caused a great burst of laughter by saying,

I thought it came out really well.  In fact it looked like it was never
going to stop.

Pete slipped into the water for a swim and Peter went with him.

I like your games Pete! Especially when they backfire.

It was meant to be you not me.

Now! How would I ever guess that?

Anthony produced a hand-line and stuck a couple of grasshoppers on the
hook.  There was great excitement when he actually caught a nice trout,
surprising himself as much as everyone else.  Peter made a small campfire
and they cooked the fish by poking a stick down its throat and baking it
over the coals.  As dusk was approaching Pete saw something in the water.

What is it?

Peter laughed.

Pete! You didn't frighten him away after all.  It's a platypus.

The last section was enjoyable but after a few rapids at the start the
river flattened and it was mostly a day of paddling.  At about 3.00 they
came round a bend and saw the road.  The two Peters dressed in jeans and a
shirt and moved onto the road to hitch a ride. By the time they arrived
back with the van it was too late to leave so they camped for one more
night beside the river and drove home in a leisurely way the next day.

When they got back in the evening there was great excitement and laughter
as Sam, Michael and Andrew caught up on what had happened.  You could see
they were really wishing they'd gone.  When everything had settled down
Brian and Anthony asked Peter to come into their room.

Brian started.

Peter! We want to thank you so much for the trip but we don't know how.
It's the best adventure we've ever had and we'd never have been able to do
something like that ourselves.  The biggest thing of all is how happy we
were.  Pete was a big part of it but no-one's ever treated us as kindly as
you have, and we want you to know that we think you are just about the best
person in the world.

Peter was completely embarrassed by this.

Brian! You don't have to say that!  I haven't done anything special at all.
I just treated you like a friend and had lots of fun myself.

Anthony jumped in now.

Well! That's not true.  Who else would pay for all that rafting equipment
for other people, and who showed us how to do everything, and who made us
feel safe in that terrible storm, and who makes us feel like we belong and
who helps everybody.  You're the best person I've ever met.

There was silence after this strongly felt outburst then Brian spoke again.

There's one other thing.  We hope we didn't do anything to embarrass you.
Somehow Pete had us doing things that we can hardly believe when we think
about it.

He's amazing isn't he?  I wouldn't have dreamed of doing that stuff either,
but somehow he knows whether you really mind or not.  I hope I didn't do
anything to embarrass you as well.

No! We had a great time.  It felt like we were being natural with each
other.  Do you mind if we ask if you're gay Peter?  It looked like it but
ordinary rules don't seem to apply when Pete's around.

Brian! I'm completely gay and it's nice to be able to tell you.  Pete
trusts you and he knows I do too, otherwise none of that stuff would have
happened.

Anthony went a bit red.

Ah! If you want to you can jump in bed with us.  We've talked it over and
we'd like you to.  We can have some sex if you like but it would mostly be
to feel close to you because we don't have many friends.

Peter was overcome by this.  It made him feel humble or honored that they
would offer him a special place in their life like that, but it made him
feels sad that they were lonely too.  It was direct from the heart and he
couldn't have refused even if he wanted to.  After a shower they all
climbed in the double bed.  They made Peter feel very special, as they
explored his body and got him to do the same to them.  Soon they all came,
but after that, sex wasn't really a part of it, and Peter was given a
wonderful gift of closeness.


The end of Part Twelve.