Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2003 09:06:01 +1100
From: iarwain <iarwain7@ains.net.au>
Subject: Peter's Mistake Parts Four and Five

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PETER'S MISTAKE.   PART FOUR.


Peter cleaned up and dressed in some good shorts and a casual sports shirt.
The drive to Arthur's place didn't take long and he was met at the door and
welcomed.

Come on in to the kitchen while I finish up there. It will only take about
ten minutes.

Arthur poured a glass of wine for each of them.  Peter enjoyed a social
drink now and then but usually limited how much he drank because he found
it went to his head very quickly.

Peter sipped his and watched as Arthur cooked the stir-fry in a very
competent manner.  They chatted companionably while the food cooked then
went to the living room where the table was set up.  Peter could see that
Arthur had gone to some effort to present this meal and felt a bit
flattered.

Hey! You didn't have to do all this!

Yes I did! If I'm saying thanks I want to do it properly.

Arthur topped up Peter's glass.

Here's to a good meal. I hope you enjoy it.

They drank to that then started on the meal, which turned out to be
excellent.

Where did you learn to cook like this?

It's just the way our family does it. I've cooked for myself for a couple
of years now and you soon pick up a few ideas of your own.

Peter was quite interested in this because he was now in the same situation
of having to cook for himself.  Arthur was keen to finish the wine.

It's a really nice one that I bought just for tonight so we mustn't waste
it.

Sweets was plain ice-cream, with a homemade topping to pour on.  Peter had
a weakness for ice-cream and after several helpings he was very pleasantly
satisfied -and just a bit buzzed from the wine.

Hey! That was great! I could do with a thank you like that any time.

That's the first part! Said Arthur. There's more thank you later.

Peter didn't know what that meant but didn't ask.  After clearing
everything to the kitchen, Peter wanted to help wash up but Arthur refused
that.  They returned to the living room and Arthur put on some music while
they sat and sat and talked.  Peter loved music and he found himself
reacting to the mood. When it was slow he felt dreamy and when it was fast
his toes started tapping and he felt like getting up and jumping round.  He
was completely relaxed and he knew the wine was getting to him.

O.K! Peter! I want you to come over here. This is the second part of my
thank you.

He took Peter to another part of the room where there were two mats on the
floor.  Arthur explained that this was a little formal ritual of thanks
that he had discovered.

I don't really go too much for all the New Age stuff but I like the ideas
in this one.  How do you feel about it?

Peter thought this was unusual but he always liked to have a go at
things. Crystals and vibrations and stuff wasn't going to hurt him.

As long as there's no pain involved I'm game.

Arthur laughed.

No way! But one part I have to ask you about.

He pointed to a small silver platter with some homemade biscuits on it.
These are actually marijuana cookies but if you aren't happy we can change
them.

Peter had never tried Marijuana but had no strong views for or against it.
His mind was just a little bit floaty from the wine and he thought, Why
not? It'll be another experience for me. The fact that they were food
seemed to make them less threatening and he remembered hearing that these
cookies were good for sick people.

No! I'll give it a try. You already know if I'm doing something I like to
do it properly.

Arthur laughed again.

Yes! I've certainly learnt that.  Right! Now take your shoes and socks and
shirt off and sit cross-legged on the mat.  If we were doing this really
formally we are meant to be 'sky clad' which means in the nude but we won't
go that far.

Peter was getting very intrigued by now and decided he'd strip to his
jocks. After all they basically lived in speedos at the surf club.  He took
off his things and sat down on the mat.  Arthur did the same then lit four
candles. He put his hands on Peter's shoulders and leant forward so that
his forehead was against Peter's, their noses almost touching.

What I do you do, and what you do I do.

Peter worked that out then put his hands on Arthur's shoulders.  Arthur
spoke, gently moving his head against Peter's

Ancient wisdom said that all things are comprised of the four elements.
Through these elements I now give thanks to Peter for his gift of healing.
Do you accept my thanks?

Peter quickly picked up the pattern, starting to enjoy this game.

I accept your freely given thanks with pleasure.

Arthur sat up and rested his hands on his knees, so Peter did the same.

Peter! The Earth gift of strength and growth, I accept from you, and return
my thanks till you are satisfied!

Arthur held up the silver platter Peter thought about it and was quite
impressed with the symbolism.  He picked up one of the little biscuits and
put it into Arthur's mouth.  Arthur did the same to him then they watched
each other chew the biscuits together.  Peter enjoyed the taste and
repeated the process.  The cookies were small and there weren't very many
of them so he continued feeding one to Arthur and receiving one in turn
till the platter was empty.

Arthur put the platter down picked up a beautiful pewter goblet, which he
gave to Peter.  He took a bottle of what looked like spirits of some kind
and poured it slowly into the goblet till it was about half full.

Peter!  Will you share my thanks through the Fire gift of energy and
creativity?

Arthur! I accept this gift with pleasure.

Arthur took the goblet then offered it to Peter.  Peter sipped about half
the contents then offered it back.  He felt the fire all right as the
warmth built in his stomach and throat.  This must be very strong stuff.

Peter! Will you share my thanks through the Air gift of inspiration and
understanding? Once again I will give my thanks till you are satisfied.
 
Arthur! I accept your gift of inspiration and understanding with pleasure.

Arthur put his hands on Peter's shoulders again and when Peter had matched
the action he said,

Keep going as long as you can. When I breathe in, you breathe out and then
the other way round.

Peter nodded and watched Arthur take a deep breath and hold it so he
breathed out.  He certainly wasn't ready for the next part but worked it
out quickly.  Arthur leant forward and covered Peter's mouth with his then
proceeded to blow gently.  Peter felt his lungs inflate. It was
amazing. When the pressure stopped building he blew back till his lungs
were nearly empty. He went to move back but Arthur held him and breathed
into his lungs again.  Peter understood then, and they remained with their
mouths locked together for over a minute as they shared that same breath.
Peter thought that that was one of the most intimate things he had ever
done. It was like a kiss but the formality gave it a different meaning.
His head was spinning. What was it? The marijuana? The spirits?  Lack of
oxygen? Probably all of them.  Peter caught his breath.

Holy Hell! That sure was different! I've never heard of that before. Wow!
That felt good!  Do we do it again?

Peter! I have promised! Till you are satisfied!

Peter took the big breath this time and leaned forward till their mouths
were rejoined and they breathed in counterpoint again. He felt his senses
get aroused and his pulse rate rise as the air once again flowed gently
back and forth between them. He could feel a warmth and tension build in
his groin.  They broke apart and gasped fresh air into their lungs.  Peter
laughed and said he liked this thank you.

I've never had a thanks like this before.  One more time?

Arthur initiated the breath this time and as they became a unit again Peter
felt his penis grow and strain against his jocks.  He hardly worried about
it. Arthur had seen him with a boner before so what did it matter?  His
body was feeling so great. This was neat.  When they finished this time
Peter saw that Arthur was in the same condition as he was.  They just
grinned at each other as if to say - I know what you feel like.

Arthur sat up and resumed his formal attitude but couldn't help grinning as
he went on to the last section.

Peter! Will you share my thanks through the Water gifts of healing and
cleansing.

Arthur! I am sure it will give me great pleasure. Go ahead buddy! You're a
good bloke!

Arthur took a small bottle of oil with the label, 'Sandalwood' on it and
tipped some into a flat bowl. Next he heated some water in an electric
kettle and poured that in as well then he smeared in a dollop of
camphorated cream from a container labeled, 'Vicks Vaporub' and stirred it
around.
 
He spread a large towel next to Peter and prompted him to lie on his
stomach.

Arthur dipped a small linen cloth into the bowl then started to gently
brush Peter's back.  Peter sighed a little. It felt fantastic. The oil in
it made the cloth slide easily over his body, the water was hot enough that
it penetrated his skin, then, as the moisture cooled he felt a tingly
effect from the camphor.  The cloth moved from the base of Peter's spine,
up his backbone, to the nape of his neck, causing him to get goose-bumps,
then over his shoulders and down the flat of his back till no section had
been missed.  Next Arthur slipped Peter's jocks down till his buttocks were
clear and brushed the cloth over each cheek and down into the cleft.  What
a turn on!  Arthur moved gradually down his legs till he reached Peter's
feet.  He rubbed the cloth against Peter's soles, which made him jerk in
reaction, half a tickle and half something else.  Holy Hell! Thought Peter
once again as he was turned over and the cloth started on his front.  Round
his neck across his chest, leaving its trail of heat and cool and the
strong scent of the sandalwood.  Peter was almost beside himself as the
pleasure moved across his stomach and abdomen and along the side if his rib
cage.  Arthur touched the top of the jocks and opened his eyes in question.
Peter's mind was whirling but he gave a nod.  He felt himself exposed as
the jocks were tugged a short way down his legs and then the ecstasy as he
was laved round his balls. The cloth wrapped round his mast and gently
rubbed its moisture into him then left.  The camphor on the sensitive skin
of his genitals left a strange sensation. They felt like they were glowing
with cold fire.  Arthur readjusted the jocks then washed on down till he
finished with Peter's toes.

When he finished, Arthur refilled the bowl, moved Peter from the towel and
lay down with a questioning look.  Peter took the cloth and tried to follow
the exact pattern that Arthur used.  He remembered his feelings as he did
each part and wondered if the sensations were the same for Arthur.

Arthur finished his ceremony with their foreheads and noses rubbing again.

With Earth, Fire, Air and Water I have gifted you. Are you satisfied?

Well! I'm happy but I don't know if I'm satisfied.

They both laughed at what seemed like a really clever joke.  Peter stood up
and gave Arthur a hug.

Unreal! Thanks for the thanks.

Arthur moved towards the table.

I'm thirsty! Let's have a drink...drink.

A what....what?

They both laughed at this incredibly good joke.  Peter stood there in his
jocks feeling incredibly good, incredibly randy and incredibly funny.

Hey! Watch me dance.

 He swiveled his hips and jumped around a bit then struck a muscle pose.

Arthur! I bet you can't fishin ..  Ha! Ha!..  finish this bottle of wine
without spilling it.

Of course I can.

No you can't!

Here give it to me. I'll show you.

No!  Not that way! Here lie down.

Arthur lay down on his back and Peter sat on his stomach with his legs
astride.

Now close your eyes and tell me when you're ready.

O.K!

Peter slipped the bottle into Arthur's mouth from the side.  There wasn't
much left and he watched as Arthur sucked a mouthful at a time.  Just
before Arthur finished Peter reached back and gave him a good goosing.
Arthur gasped and the rest of the wine spilt all over his face.  Peter
laughed.

See! I told you!  You lost.

You cheated

No I didn't! I just said you'd spill it and you did.

All right then! I bet you can't stand in the same place for one minute.

That's too easy and anyhow I know you'll grope me!

No I Won't! I promise!

Peter stood up and Arthur made him close his eyes.  He stood there grinning
for about thirty seconds thinking how easy this was, when he felt a tickle
on his belly button.  He jumped back a mile and nearly fell over.

Easy hey! You lost Peter!

But you cheated this time.


No I didn't! I just said you'd move and you did.

They both thought this was very clever and burst out laughing.  Peter was
slightly aware that he wasn't acting his normal self but it was so far in
the back of his mind that he took absolutely no notice of it.

Hey! Arthur! This betting stuff is fun! I bet you can't lie on your back
and keep quiet for five minutes.

I bet I can. You can't hurt me though!

Of course I wouldn't! Right! This is getting serious now. What happens if
you lose?

Umm! Ah! O.K! If I lose I get to make the next bet.

Something didn't sound quite right, but too bad.

Hang on! I need to have a pee first.

So do I! I bet I pee longer than you do.

Arthur led the way to the toilet then nearly collapsed on the floor
laughing as Peter tried to have a pee.

My stiffy's too hard! I can't get it to aim down enough. What'll I do?

He tried different positions, but he couldn't angle down enough no matter
what he did.  He ended up facing into the shower stall and eventually got a
flow going.

Hey look Arthur! I,ve struck oil. Old Faithful's on show!  Don't you feel
good when you've emptied out?

They turned the shower on to wash the base clean then headed back to the
living
 room.


Right! What's happening?

We made a bet that I couldn't lie on the floor for five minutes without
making any noise.  Hey! That's a good idea. You have to keep your eyes
closed too.

Arthur lay down on the floor and closed his eyes.

When do we start?

Now!

Peter said to himself he wasn't going to lose this bet. Someone said this
was serious.  What would Arthur do to me? I know. He'd tickle me.  Peter
started to tickle Arthur but that didn't work. He wasn't super ticklish
like Peter.  Peter laughed when he remembered Arthur making an involuntary
noise back on the beach. He'd solved the problem.  Peter raced over to the
mats on the floor and picked up the little bottle of sandalwood oil.  He
sat knelt beside Arthur and laughed again.  You've lost! He said and pulled
Arthur's jocks down. He trickled a little oil on his hand and smoothed it
onto Arthur's cock and balls.  He worked the cock for a few moments till it
was fully straining hard.  He giggled as he thought of his little plan. He
knew he'd be yelling if someone did it to him.  He poured a little more oil
on his right hand then held Arthur with his left hand so that just the knob
was standing out. He then put the palm of his hand onto the helmet and
started to move it in circles.  Arthur's body was trying to get away from
the powerful sensations but there was nowhere to go. It only took six or
seven circles of his palm when he heard the gasp from Arthur.  He jumped up
in excitement and yelled,

You lose! You lose! Pay up now!

O.K! You have to lie down and let me tickle you for five minutes without
trying to stop me. If you lose you get to make the next bet.

Peter looked a bit puzzled at this.

I think you cheated somewhere there.

No I Didn't! That's exactly what we said.

All right! But you just wait if I win this one.

Peter lay down and closed his eyes - that was part of the game wasn't it?
He felt a delicious kind of dread and anticipation for what he sensed was
coming.  First he felt Arthur attack his belly button. He squirmed and
gasped as the fingers moved to his thighs and caressed rather than tickled.
He remembered this pattern. His balls would be the next target.  Yes!
Arthur's fingers played games, tracing and tickling lightly till they were
churning and pulled up tight.  Peter was getting so excited now that his
cock was just about all he could think of.  When he felt the fingers start
to tickle his aroused helmet he grabbed Arthur's hand and held it against
himself.  Arthur laughed and jumped up.

Hey! You lose again. It's your turn to make a bet.

Peter had really lost it by now and his body wanted to take the game
further.

 O.K! I bet you can't dance with me for five minutes.

Hey! That's not fair! I can't dance.

That's won't matter I'll show you how.

All right! What do I do?

Take your jocks off.

Arthur slipped them down and dropped them to one side.  He looked at Peter
and said,

That's not fair! You should take yours off too.

Peter laughed and followed suit.

Now! Close your eyes and clasp your hands together. You're not allowed to
let them go.

Peter lifted Arthur's arms and moved against his body.  He maneuvered so
that Arthur's arms went over his head then down around Peter's back.  Next
Peter clasped his own hands behind Arthur's back.  The two nude and horny
bodies were now pressed front to front and Peter heard a little moan escape
Arthur's lips.

O.K! As long as you keep moving somehow we'll call that a dance.

Peter felt the pressure and friction against him increase and he hugged
back as he moved his own hips. He felt Arthur's balls pressed against his
own and their cocks entangled from side to side motion.  Their excitement
built as they gradually increased the speed and strength of their thrusts.
Arthur was gasping and Peter yelled as he felt his juice explode between
them.  Arthur made a few more quick thrusts and Peter felt more warmth
spread on his stomach.  They stood for a moment as the spasms of release
faded then settled to the floor and relaxed, still holding each other.

A little while later Peter said,

Arthur! You're holding my cock!

That's all right! You're holding mine!

Am I? Oh Yes! It's nice!

Arthur! I think I should go home. I feel a bit funny.

You can't go home. You'll have to stay here tonight.

I think I'd better go to bed then.

We'll have a shower first.

O.K!

They made their way and Peter giggled as Arthur helped him wash.

Arthur! I had fun tonight! I don't think I'll ever forget it!

Lying in bed they played with each other for a while but Peter was feeling
too disorientated and gradually just faded out.

Peter awoke. His mind whirled as he realized he was lying in bed, nude, and
spooned against Arthur.  His mind replayed the events of the night before

Holy Hell! I don't believe it. I was practically jumping on him.  Was it
the alchohol or the marijuana? Probably both.

As he thought back he realized that Arthur had orchestrated things rather
cleverly.  Peter was not unhappy about this. He saw that he had made his
own choices all the time.  He slipped quietly out of bed and went to check
the time. There was nearly an hour before he had to be at College so he
dressed quickly.  He left a note on the kitchen bench. -'Thanks for the
fun. I'll catch up with you later. Peter' then made his way to his car.

Home was on the way to College so Peter had a quick shower and changed into
fresh clothes.  As he was driving to Fairhaven in the afternoon he had a
big think about the previous evening and what had happened.  He'd learnt a
good deal about himself and his reaction to the alcohol and marijuana and
knew that in future he'd be very wary about them.  Not only did they relax
his inhibitions but made him incredibly horny as well.  Peter knew that he
genuinely liked Arthur and enjoyed his company but really felt no great
physical attraction for him.
 He was in the, 'he's a good looking guy but he doesn't turn me on,'
basket.  He knew that all his actions were to gratify his own pleasure. It
was a kind of super wank really.  Peter had nothing against a good wank but
he somehow knew that underneath he needed any relationship to be based on
mutual feelings.  The next day Peter had a good swim and surf then did his
patrol duty till lunchtime.  Arthur turned up and they gave each other a
big grin but nothing else was said.  Peter headed back to Melbourne in the
early afternoon because he wanted to spend some time at home.




PART 5.

Everyone had moved in during the week and he just felt he wanted to be
there to get the feel of how they were fitting in.  When he arrived Brian
and Anthony were out somewhere but Pete and Andrew were there.  Andrew had
organized to have an extra telephone line and an optical fibre cable
connected to the bungalow.  He'd explained to Peter that he needed this
because he did a lot of his work from home and couldn't really share the
house line.  Peter was very happy about this as Pete and Brian both had
computers as well and he was wondering how they were going to share the
time.  Andrew obviously knew about computers so Peter asked him if he had
any ideas of how to get round this.  Andrew explained that his line in was
a special dedicated one and had nothing to do with the house but that the
ordinary house line would allow for two separate phone numbers. He
suggested that one be kept free for voice and the other number used for the
internet.

It would only be the cost of an extra phone connection and with everyone
sharing you'd hardly notice it.  If you'd like me to I can set up a network
so that you can all use the net at the same time without interfering with
each other.  Another bonus is that we can play those interactive games if
anyone wants to.

Peter liked computers and knew a bit about them but he realized that Andrew
must be an expert.  That sounds great to me. We'll see what the others say
but I'm sure they'll be pleased.

Pete was excited about it. He didn't use the net much but did like playing
those games. He called them, 'Death Matches.'

Andrew asked if there would be anyone round next day. His piano was to be
delivered and was looking for some help.

I can manage if I need to but it is a bit awkward.

Pete and Peter both said they'd be there.  Peter sat on his internet for a
while that night before he went to bed and drooled over the new camera
which was getting rave reviews all over the world.  He determined to speak
to the people in the camera shop where he purchased all his equipment, and
ask them to pre-order one.  That way he would have one as soon as they were
available.

The next day was Sunday and everyone was home. Peter did some College work
early on while it was still fairly quiet, and then some outside work to
start tidying the garden from its jungle state .  Pete was doing something
in his room and Andrew said he was getting his computer setup going.  At
about 11.00 Brian and Anthony surfaced.  Pete started to stir them with
comments about bedroom activities and late risers.  Peter felt a bit uneasy
about this. He knew they were both a bit reserved and he didn't want them
harassed in any way.

Pete! That's a bit personal you know. They mightn't be happy with you
joking about their private life.

Pete's head jerked towards the other two.

I'm sorry you guys. I'm so used to being stirred myself that I didn't
think.

Everything was all right though, as Brian, who almost always did the
talking for them, laughed and said,

No worries Peter! He might have been on the right track, but speaking for
myself, I was sleeping like a baby till just a short while ago.

Anthony gave a startled look at Brian for an instant and then realized that
he'd given them away.  Everyone gave a laugh and Brian continued speaking.

At any rate that means we can stir back now, and with your rep you could be
asking for it.

Peter wondered what that was about especially when he saw Pete glancing at
him with a bit of a blush on his face.  Peter was really pleased with this
exchange.  There wasn't going to be anything bad between these three.

At 1.00 Andrew arrived in a moving van and backed up the drive.  With five
people the task of putting the piano in place in the bungalow was no
problem.  Everyone demanded that as payback Andrew had to play something.

O'K! What's your choice?

Pete jumped in first and wanted to hear some music with a good beat.  His
eyes bugged out as Andrew attacked the piano and played a couple of classic
rock and roll tunes.  Brian and Anthony named a current favorite on the
radio.  Andrew needed a bit of prompting to be sure he had the right one
but after thinking for a moment he played a pretty good rendering of it.

O.K! Peter. What do you want to hear?

Peter sensed that Andrew was interested in what he would choose but that
wasn't what he wanted. He was more interested in Andrew.

I want to hear your favorite piece of music.

Touché!  I won't play it all but you asked for it!

Peter watched as Andrew concentrated and focused his mind.  He started to
play.  It was classical music and Peter thought it was Beethoven.  The
audience of four watched in silence as the powerful music seemed to fill
the bungalow.  Peter felt his hair stand on end as the strength of the live
music went through him.  It lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour.  When
Andrew finished he said it was called the Emperor Concerto and it was by
Beethoven.  Everyone was quiet and not sure how to react.  Pete wanted to
know if Andrew was a concert pianist.  Andrew laughed and said he had some
depth but not much breadth.

Maybe one day!

Peter did some more work in the garden then went for a big run down along
the river.  At teatime Andrew wandered in and asked if Brian had wanted to
be on the internet as well. Peter said that once the second line connected
they'd be able to go ahead.

Let me organize that! It'll probably take you two or three weeks but I can
have done for you by tomorrow or Tuesday.

Peter thought that was great. He asked Andrew how would manage that.

Just some good contacts through my work!

The next day after College Peter worked with the same swimming group
again. All six guys were good swimmers and he knew that he would be able to
improve their performance significantly.  Two of them stood out.

James was by far the most talented and motivated. He was nineteen years old
and in his last year. Peter knew that James could go a long way with a
swimming career if he wanted to. He had a natural gift in the water and
broad shoulders and a powerful, wiry physique.  He would easily become very
fit with a training routine.

William was the other guy with natural talent. He was sixteen and just
starting in College. From what Peter had seen so far, William was going to
be the star sprinter of the group as he could put on a surprising burst of
speed when pushed.  Peter thought that William had probably already broken
a few hearts, he was such a good looking kid. He was lean with black hair
and smooth skin. He wore speedos that were a bit small for him and made it
look like he was bulging out of them.

Peter started thinking of special training programs for them both.

The next day, after College, Peter arrived home to find that Andrew had
overseen the connection of the extra phone line.

I'll start getting this network together tomorrow evening and it should be
all ready for you by Friday night.

Peter didn't know it of course, but that next evening was to be a major
event in his life.  After tea Andrew started putting cables throughout the
house. Pete was helping him. Mostly through interest but also because two
people made it much easier.

Peter got ready for Michael's coaching. He felt a bit strange putting on
the dragon shirt but that was what he said he would do, and, he realized,
what he wanted to do.  When Michael arrived and Peter saw his eyes light up
at sight of the shirt he knew he would be wearing it for certain from now
on.  Once again Michael had put a big effort in and impressed Peter with
his understanding.  They started on the next topic and had worked for about
fifteen minutes when the power went off.  At 7.45 p.m, because of daylight
saving, there was still nearly an hour's light left but because they were
inside, Peter had a desk lamp shining on the table where they were working.
Peter wondered if there'd been a black out and stood up to go and check the
fuse box.  Michael started to come with him when they heard Pete yelling at
the top of his voice.

PETER! PETER! QUICK! IT'S ANDREW!

Peter heard the note of panic and raced down to the bungalow where Pete was
yelling from.  Andrew was lying on the floor unconscious with some kind of
electronic equipment next to him.

Quick! What happened?

I think he's been electrocuted. There was a flash and he fell on the floor.

Pete! RUN! Turn the main power switch to the off position and yell as soon
as you've done it.

Peter thought it would be safe. There were circuit breakers, which
automatically turned off if something went wrong, and at least one of them
had worked, because the power had gone upstairs, but he wasn't going to
take any chances.  When he heard Pete's yell, he dived to Andrew.  He
couldn't see any breathing. This was serious.  Peter found a pulse but it
wasn't very strong.  Thank goodness for his First Aid training with the
Surf Club and swimming.  Peter quickly moved Andrew into position, and
after checking his airways weren't blocked, started to give him mouth to
mouth breathing.  When he checked Andrew's pulse after a few breaths, fear
grabbed him because that had now gone as well.  As he started to give full
C.P.R treatment he yelled,

Pete! Ring the ambulance! Say that he's been unconscious for about two
minutes, with no breathing, and he's just lost any pulse, then come
straight back here.

After a couple more breaths and heart presses he looked at Michael.  Oh!
No! He was white as a ghost and looked like he was going to faint.

Michael! I need your help. Come over here and kneel by Andrew's head.

Breathe! Press! Breathe! Press!

We might have to keep going for a long time. Watch me for a moment and get
the timing.

Breathe! Press! Breathe! Press!

Hold his nostrils closed and breathe till you see his lungs rise a bit.

Peter did another round of breathing and pressure to give Michael a moment
to take that in.

I'll do one more round then you be ready to take over the breathing.

Breathe! Press! Breathe! Press!  Michael was a bit awkward for a moment but
quickly got things right and did the breathing.

Great work Michael we just have to keep going now and hope.  If you start
to feel strange I'll breathe a bit till you take over again.

Pete had arrived back by now and after watching a moment wanted to know
what he could do.

We've got this going well now so the best thing for you is to wait out the
front to show the ambulance where to go.

Pete rushed out.  Michael and Peter kept going for about five minutes when
Peter realized that Andrew's pulse was back. Then almost immediately his
body jerked a bit and he started to breathe for himself.  Peter looked at
Michael and his heart raced as he said,

Michael! I think we've done it.

Peter put Andrew into the coma position, on his side and kept monitoring
his breathing and pulse.  After a short while Andrew's eyes opened and he
wanted to know what happened.

You got an electric shock and it knocked you out.

Andrew went to sit up but Peter wouldn't let him.

You stay there relaxed for a while.

Peter didn't know quite what he should do now but he could hear the
ambulance had arrived.  When the officers came in Peter explained how
Andrew had been unconscious and his heart had stopped and what had
happened. He could see Andrew looking at him.

The officer who seemed to be in charge took a quick look at Andrew.

Well! He seems to be O.K. but we'll have to take him to hospital for proper
checks to see if there has been any damage.  We might have got here in time
to save his life but your action will almost certainly have saved him from
brain damage, which happens very quickly once blood stops circulating.

Andrew was taken in the ambulance, one of the officers sitting in the back
with him.

Peter drove to the hospital with Pete and Michael. They had to sit in the
waiting room for nearly an hour before being allowed in to see Andrew.
Michael was living with one of his relatives and Peter suggested that he
drive him home when they knew what was happening. Michael rang and
explained all this to his uncle.  Michael wanted to know how Peter knew
what to do.

Well! You know I'm in the Surf Club and we have to learn that in case
anyone drowns.

Have you ever done that before?

I've done mouth to mouth a few times but I've never had to do the heart
stuff.

Why weren't you scared? I was so scared I couldn't move.

But you did move though and you helped save his life, and what makes you
think I wasn't scared?  I thought I was going to be sick at one stage just
before you started helping.

This wasn't exactly true but somehow Peter knew that it was very important
that Michael felt he'd been needed.  Peter talked to Pete quite a bit as
well. He'd probably had the biggest scare of them all, having been there
when Andrew was electrocuted.

When they all finally went in to see Andrew, he just looked completely
normal, except for looking a bit funny because he was way too big for the
bed, and his feet were poking out the end.

Hey you guys! It's good to see your faces.  The doctor tells me I'm living
with a bunch of heroes.  They've done all sorts of test but can't find a
single thing wrong with me.  They're keeping me in here for observation and
another checkup in the morning but they're certain I'll be home by 10.00.

They reckon it must have been some fluke of the way the current went
through my heart that made it shut down.  They said if Pete hadn't been
there I would be dead and if the C.P.R hadn't started so quickly I'd be a
vegetable now at best.  Michael! Can you come round for tea tomorrow so I
can somehow say thanks to you all.  I've never had anyone save my life
before.

Michael was looking pretty big eyed about all this but he said he'd be
there for sure.


Brian and Anthony were out the next night so the four guys had the house to
themselves.  Andrew had bought a pile of filet steak and made some salad.
Peter, Michael and Pete had to sit at the table and be waited on.  Andrew
cooked the steak while they talked.

I'm not much of a cook but steak always seems to work for me.

He carried a sizzling, loaded platter to the table and put another round on
to cook as well.

The steak had really worked and was so tender and juicy that everyone
stuffed themselves.  Michael was the only one who didn't eat a great deal.
Peter always had a big appetite and Andrew's meal was enough for two or
three people.

When they finished Andrew made a little speech of thanks and gave them each
a little card with the letters I. O. U. printed on it.

Michael kept asking questions about what it had felt like and did he have
to take it easy and had it done any damage.

Andrew laughed and went to the middle of the room.

Michael! Come here!

Michael went over and Andrew lifted him up and sat him on his shoulder as
if he was a little kid. He then proceeded to do a dozen squats with Michael
hanging on tight.

It looked like it was no effort at all.

Wow! That's pretty good!

No! That was easy Pete! You jump on me piggy back style and hang on as
well.  Peter! You hold my hands to steady me and I'll have another go.

Andrew did twenty squats that way and it still looked easy.

I'm lucky! I seem to have a fairly strong body.

Andrew seemed to be in a mood for talking about himself and Peter watched
in astonishment at some of the things that happened next.  First he praised
Pete.

Hey Pete! You look strong and fit. Are those muscles as good as they look?

Ah! Well! I swim and work out and I don't get any complaints.

O.K! Punch me in the stomach as hard as you like.

Pete hesitated. He didn't want to hurt Andrew but gave what looked like
quite a solid punch.  Andrew laughed.

That was just a little love tap. Come on! Use those muscles.

With an amazed look on his face Pete stood in front of Andrew and gradually
punched harder and harder till he was worried he'd hurt himself.  Andrew
gave a running commentary about the playful taps and feathers hitting him.
Next he got Michael to try and hit him anywhere. Michael tried but somehow
Andrew managed to dodge every attempt.

O.K! Now! If you three can make me move one metre from where I am now, I'll
shout you to the movies.

They tried, but once again Andrew knew his own capabilities.  Andrew
explained that he was a martial arts instructor and had learned a few
tricks
 Peter found that once again he was looking on Andrew in a new light.
After the physical stuff was finished Andrew said he would like them all to
have an adventure.

To celebrate life I guess! Have any of you been abseiling?

Peter had, but Michael and Pete were a bit wary about it, so Andrew
explained about the harness and how safe it was if you did it properly.
Peter thought quickly. He loved adventure and while he didn't know about
Michael, he was certain that Pete did too.

Andrew! That would be great. What do you think of this for a plan? I've got
surf patrol on Saturday morning but it's a long weekend and we could meet
after that. I know an abseiling place and some great camping spots. We'd
have time to do stacks of things and still get home on Monday evening.

Peter mentioned some cliffs and waterfalls and wild beaches they could
explore.  Michael got excited about the camping idea.  He said he'd never
been on a real bush camping trip, only in the back yard or commercial
camping parks.  Andrew had no problems with the Monday and they arranged
for the two Peters to leave the next day and for Michael to travel down
with Andrew on Saturday.  Peter stopped in Geelong to get supplies for
everybody and then they reached the beach at about 6.00 p.m.  They were
both keen for a swim and changed into their speedos. Pete had some classy
speedos instead of his normal ones, and Peter couldn't stop himself from
checking them out. Pete saw his look and grinned.

I like to advertise. I get more action that way.

They raced each other into the water. Pete hadn't had much to do with surf
and when he saw Peter ride a few waves he wanted to know how. Peter showed
him in the shallower water and after half an hour he suddenly caught on.
Peter then took him to the outer break where you had to swim, but the waves
were better.  Pete missed a few, then a big wave came that half caught him
and he half caught it.  Peter was on the same wave and watched Pete lifted
as the wave crested then fly down the front of the wave and be carried
another forty metres.  Peter dropped off the wave to keep with him and was
rewarded for his help as he watched Pete yelling his excitement and
exhilaration.  Pete kept improving till he was catching just about any
suitable wave.  They kept surfing for ages. Pete didn't want to stop but
when he started shivering Peter insisted.  When they came out they went for
a jog along the beach. Pete finally found something where Peter didn't show
him up. He thought it was great when he found he was faster over a short
sprint.  Back at the surf club Peter headed straight for the showers. He
liked to wash the salt and sweat away so that he felt smooth and fresh. The
shower bay was an open bay with three showerheads and Pete stripped for a
shower as well.  Peter thought he looked so sexy and he was really well
endowed.  Shyness and privacy obviously weren't part of Pete's nature and
he was talking excitedly about the body surfing.  Peter watched as Pete
soaped himself all over, starting with his hair and working his way
downward. He soaped his groin and massaged the suds into his balls and
stretched his cock a few times to rub the soap in.  Pete looked at his cock
and said,

I can't wash him for too long as he gets so horny.

Peter had to turn the other way, as the sight and thought of Pete had set
him going.  He got sprung again though because when Pete turned his shower
off, a surge of hot water came through and Peter had to jump out to stop
being scalded.  Pete looked at him with his cheeky grin and said,

Pretty good! Hey!  It must be contagious though, because I seem to have the
same problem.

After some tea they talked a bit then went to bed early. Pete thought it
was great being able to lie and listen to the sea.  Peter was going to
sleep when he heard Pete. He was obviously jacking himself off.  This made
Peter hard and he slipped his towel in and tried to be very quiet.  He knew
he was sprung though because when he came he couldn't help giving a bit of
a gasp and he heard Pete chuckle.

In the morning they both had a swim, the surf had gone down, and then Peter
had patrol duty.  At midday Andrew and Michael turned up. Michael took his
helmet off and raced over to Peter. He'd never been on a powerful motorbike
and it had been an exciting experience for him. Peter watched as he
approached. His mop of fair hair, pale skin and green eyes, contrasted by
the black leathers, was particularly striking.  Andrew's bike was locked in
one of the garage bays and everyone climbed into Peter's panel van.  Their
first main stop was a place called Paradise Falls. Peter thought they would
enjoy this.  They walked about one km beside a river through a beautiful
valley till they reached the falls.  The falls spilled down from an
overhanging rock into a pool of clear water.  Peter set the scene by
stripping to his shorts and standing under the falls. The water hit with
enough force to make it hard to stand up. The others joined in and then
Peter disappeared. He came back and explained about the small gap between
the water and the rock. They all went and sat watching the wall of water
cascade down in front of their faces, while their lower bodies felt like
they were in a spa bath.  After this Peter drove down to the wild south
coast.  The camping spot he was taking them to was one of his special
places.  The tents were set up in the shelter of some vegetation right next
to the foreshore.  For three hours they explored the rock pools and cliffs
and watched the giant waves explode against the rocks. There was nowhere to
swim on this beach. It was far too wild and dangerous.  They made
sandwiches for tea and sat on the sand to eat them while the sun went down
over the ocean.  Peter had brought a couple of two man tents but Andrew was
too long to fit so he ended up sleeping in the van. Pete had a tent to
himself and Michael and Peter shared the other one. Peter stripped to his
jocks and got in his sleeping bag and Michael did the same.  They talked
for a while then Michael got in a playful mood. He climbed out of his
sleeping bag and sat on Peter. He discovered that by holding the zipper he
had Peter trapped and he started to tickle him and bounce up and down.
He'd say,

Do you give in?
 and start tickling.

Yes! Yes! You brute! You're too much for me.

Michael would relax for a moment then do it all over again.

Who's the boss here?

Michael! You are! While I'm in this sleeping bag I'm your slave.

Next Michael grabbed Peter by the hair on the back of his neck. This was
Peter's trick but it was rebounding now.  It was a triple whammy.
Michael's closeness, the tickling and the goose-bump feeling from the back
of his neck gave him a boner in a few minutes.

Michael! I'm getting too hot. You'll have to let me out.

This was doubly true.  Peter was worried that Michael might sit back and
then he couldn't miss that Peter had a boner. Michael climbed off straight
away and Peter undid his sleeping bag. It really was far too hot to be
inside so he just left it on top of him.  When Peter woke in the morning he
realized with a jolt that Michael was lying cuddled up next to him.  Peter
was on his back and Michael was on his side with one arm across Peter's
chest. His leg was bent up and resting on Peter's thigh just far enough for
his knee to be brushing against Peter's jocks.  Peter's boner was back
too. If he moved Michael might wake up so he lay there
motionless. Occasionally Michael's body would give a little twitch in his
sleep and his knee would bump against Peter's jocks. Each time this
happened Peter's balls would jump and his cock would harden till he Peter
reached the stage where he just wanted to grab himself and beat off.

Holy Hell! How do these things happen to me? thought Peter.

After half an hour Michael just rolled away to another position. Peter
eventually dozed off to sleep again.  When he woke again he knew it was
time to get everyone up.

Hi there! Sleepyheads! Rise and shine! We've got lots to do today.

Yesterday Peter had noticed once again that despite his bursts of energy
Michael had tired very easily. He'd originally planned to hike five km
along the coast but instead he drove the van along a secluded track. This
meant they only had to bush bash through three hundred metres of scrub, and
then they were there.  Peter could never understand why this place wasn't
visited by more people.  It was an inlet carved by a small creek. One side
was a beautiful sandy beach and the other curved away from the ocean with
fifty metre cliffs, rock pools and a sheltered bay. About a hundred metres
out in the water was a small island.  Pete and Michael were both keen about
the abseiling but feeling apprehensive as well.

I guarantee you'll never forget this! Your heart will pound and you'll be
so scared, but if you like adventures you'll love every minute of it.

Peter wondered if Andrew was making it any easier but it certainly matched
his first time experience.  When they saw the cliffs, Pete and Michael's
eyes nearly bugged out.

No way! You'll never get me going over there.

Andrew laughed.

Want to bet?

Peter explained that they would start them on a short drop and then go with
whatever they were comfortable with.  They found a drop of about ten metres
and set everything up. Andrew had provided a commercial harness. When Pete
put it on it accentuated the shape of his groin. He looked down at himself
and said,

Well! That would be interesting in mixed company!

Peter thought it was interesting enough anyhow.  Andrew went first and
Michael said for Pete to go next.  Pete was all connected up and knew what
he should do. He made his way to the edge and after some hesitation he went
over. Halfway down he stopped and yelled back up.

Michael! It's easy! You just let yourself go.

He unclipped at the bottom and raced back up with the harness.  In his
typical Pete manner he told Michael all about it.

Mate! You've got to do it. You think you're going to die but then suddenly
it's easy.

Michael looked so scared. Peter could see the battle going on in his mind
between the determination to have a go and his fear. Peter could see that
all he could think about was his fear so he tried something.

Michael! If you're traveling at 10,000 kph and it's 400,000 to the moon,
how long will it take to get there?

Michael looked at Peter as if to say, Are you mad? I'm just about to die
and you ask me that?

Then suddenly, click, came that smile that Peter liked so much and he was
all right. When he got to the bottom he looked up at Peter who gave him a
thumbs up sign.  They moved to a fifteen metre drop and both Michael and
Pete had no trouble.  After a break for some lunch Peter took them to the
particular cliff they had in mind. Almost half way down the cliff became an
overhang and you could no longer rest your feet against the wall and had to
hang suspended in mid air. This was an adrenaline rush for everyone.  When
the abseiling was finished Peter took them down to the rock pools and
showed them how to use a snorkel and mask. They'd borrowed some of the surf
club equipment. None of them had done this before. Pete had tried in a
swimming pool but that wasn't very interesting.  Peter's biggest surprise
was to find that Andrew could hardly swim at all and was very uneasy in the
water.  He'd started to think that Andrew could do everything.  Before long
everyone was exploring, with Andrew sticking to places where he could stand
up. It was a great spot with crabs, starfish, sea urchins and fish in
abundance.  They'd fluked it with the tide out and Peter discovered some
crevices with crayfish in them.  He grabbed a glove from his pack and soon
had caught four good-sized ones, which he tied in a netting bag.  There was
a great commotion at one stage when a stingray flapped past Pete and
Michael.  For a while they relaxed on the sandy beach then Peter coaxed
Andrew into the water and taught him how to float.  He knew this was the
single best thing he could do to build his confidence.  The two Peters left
the others and swam out to the island which was just a big curved rock
really.  Eventually they made their way back to the van, and then the
campsite. Peter lit a fire down on the sand and one by one they cooked the
crayfish in a big billy. Peter couldn't eat it because it made him sick but
the others raved about the taste.  They sat on the beach and watched the
sun go down then Michael yelled,

Look! What is it?

It was the glow of the moon as it started to rise. It was a full moon and
looked enormous as it came up and glimmered over the ocean.  Peter showed
the others how you could see satellites easily at this time and then was
explaining how the tail of the Southern Cross always pointed to the South
when Michael once again yelled,

What's happening now?

The shiny surface of the moon had started to lose color near one edge.
They watched in wonderment as the color faded and the Earth's shadow
started to eat its way across. It wasn't a complete eclipse but it was
still spectacular.  They talked about the day's events then headed for bed.
Michael and Pete climbed into their sleeping bags and organized themselves
for the night.  Peter thought to himself,

I'm not going to miss this opportunity!  He unzipped his bag and started
getting out of it.

What's up?

Nothing Michael! I just remembered something.

Peter reached across and grabbed Michael's zip. It was Michael's turn to be
trapped. Peter moved and sat on Michael's stomach and started to gently
bounce up and down, squishing him.

Now who's the boss Michael?

Michael had already caught on to this game and threw Peter's words back at
him.

You are! You big brute! You're too much for me.

Peter waited a moment and said,

I seem to remember something else though!

Michael writhed as he knew what was coming.

Peter tickled and poked him.

Do you give in? Who's the slave now?

Michael broke the rules by saying he'd never give in and he was the boss,
so Peter had to keep tickling for a while longer till eventually Michael
gasped out that he gave in.

There's one more thing though!

And Peter grabbed the hair on the back of Michael's neck and gave a few
friendly tugs. He moved back under his sleeping bag because he certainly
wasn't getting into it. That would be asking for it. He heard Michael
getting out of his.

Good night! Michael! Thanks for a great day!

Michael went quiet for a moment then Peter felt Michael's hand rest on his
chest.

Are you crazy? It's the other way round. I've just had the best day ever in
my whole life.  Peter felt great. For some reason he wanted good things to
happen to Michael and today had worked. They lay like that for a while then
Peter said,

Well! I guess we better get some sleep. Hey!

Night! And Michael rolled away.