Date: Fri, 5 May 2006 09:26:02 +1000
From: iarwain7 <iarwain7@ains.net.au>
Subject: Double The Trouble. Chapter 12.

This story is dedicated to Tim Mead and Mickey S for their friendship,
interest and encouragement over the years.


Story Description: Peter, a sixteen year old Year Eleven student, finds his
new High School very different to the one he left.

The people are different and some of the happenings are very different.
A big spend up.

Usual Disclaimer: If you are not 18 years old yet do not read.
If you are offended by male to male sexual content definitely do not read.
If the laws in your state or county forbid this type of material, do not read.
Otherwise enjoy the story and genuine comments will be appreciated.

The author retains copyright (2006) to this story.  Reproducing this story
for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that
copyright.

This story is fiction.

Thank you Nifty for the opportunity to post this story.


Chapter 12.

...

Guess what?  You're coming for tea tonight before we go to the movies
again."

"Neat!  What time should I get here?"

"Not just you!  Beth too!  Dad will pick you up at six!"

They were standing at Matthew's front door so Peter said he'd better check
if his mum could come.

"I'll come with you so she can't say no."

Peter was almost certain she wouldn't say no but he thought it was a clever
idea.

"How come Beth's driving us?  We were going to walk!"

"She's coming with us!  She wants to watch you swimming."

"Me ?"

Peter didn't bother answering.  They were at the car now and he jumped in
the back and watched as Matthew got his usual hug.

"Guess what mum!  Matthew's gone all bossy and ordered us to come here for
tea before we go to the movies."

"Matthew bossy?  I don't believe it!"

"See Peter!  Beth knows me better than you do.  It's dad who's bossy."

"Well Rob's too big to argue with!  It looks like I don't have any choice!"

Peter wondered why Matthew was just sitting there.

"Aren't you going in to tell Rob?"

"What for?  I'm the cook tonight and he doesn't know about it anyway."

"But you said he's picking us up at six?"

"He is!  I just haven't told him about that either."

Beth laughed and complained about con-merchants starting young these days.

The pool was hard work.  It always was with Matthew these days, and after
some warm-up laps the whole time consisted of hundred percenters.  At the
end of each one Matthew told him how well he'd done and what to try for in
the next, then he'd swim his own lap while Peter regained his breath.  Beth
watched about half the time then did her own swimming.  She'd always liked
swimming and had frequently joined Peter in the ocean at their old town.
When they were changed and back in the car Matthew said she was a natural
just like Peter.

"Stop flattering Matthew!  I could never swim like that!  I think you're
both champions!"

She liked hearing it though.

"Mum!  What are you doing?  That was the turnoff for Matthew's place!"

"I know!  I'm dropping you off at the shopping centre!"

Matthew looked round but Peter gave a little shrug.  He had no idea what
she had in mind.

"I'm shouting you some junk food Peter!  You can make yourself sick on
something from the food court."

That was weird.  She usually went birko about how rubbishy the food there
was, and it wasn't till they were parked in the ten minute drop-off zone
that she gave him the real whammy.

"You need new things Peter and I want you to listen to what Matthew says.
He's got a better eye for clothes than you!"

She handed over an envelope with instructions that he had to spend it all,
and that she'd pick them up in two hours.  Peter opened the envelope then
looked at his mum in shock.

"Mum!  What's this for?  We can't afford this much!"

"Yes we can!  It won't take long to catch up!"

"I'll take half!"

"No you won't!  A hundred dollars hardly buys anything these days and I
want you to get a good start.  I've got a plan I want to talk over when you
get home too!"

A plan?  That threw Peter and he climbed out of the car.  The no argument
on this one tone was in his mum's voice anyway.  The car reversed out,
leaving Peter rather overwhelmed.  Two hundred dollars!  He'd never spent
that much on clothes ever.

"What will I get Matthew?  I don't even know what I want!"

"Yes you do!  I've heard you say you want another good pair of cargo shorts
for a start.  Let's get our food and think about it.  I've got some ideas!"

Peter was very dubious about Matthew's first idea.

"Second-hand?  They're probably no good!"

"Have a look and see then!  There's lots of weird stuff but I've got some
really good things there sometimes!"

The `there' that Matthew was talking about was a large opportunity shop run
by the Salvation Army, where people handed in things they no longer wanted.
It was a ten minute walk from the big shopping complex, but after browsing
to see what was available he was astonished.

"Matthew!  People must be mad to throw out this stuff!  Look at this denim
jacket!  It's like new and it's a Jag for only $20!"

"No it's not!  It's $10!  Try it on!"

He was pointing to a sign which said half price for all jackets and coats
-- 2-day sale.  Matthew was nodding while Peter walked to the mirror on the
side wall.  Wow!  It looked like a million dollars with the big metal
buttons all up the front and on the pockets.  $10!  Now Peter was excited.
Even if he didn't get anything else he'd be ahead.

"What's wrong with it Matthew?  Why would anyone get rid of it?"

They looked very carefully but couldn't find anything wrong at all.  Peter
took it to the counter to be minded and when he asked the lady about it she
said it was probably from some rich person who didn't like the color or
thought it didn't suit them.  The next thing Peter bought was a leather
jacket.  The label said it was pure leather and when he put it on Matthew's
eyes widened.

"Peter!  It suits you!  I didn't think it would!"

Peter had already made up his mind anyway, and took it over to the counter.
Three pairs of jeans at $10 each were next, then a jumper and three pairs
of classy cargo shorts.  The lady was smiling at him every time he brought
something new across, and wanted to know if it was birthday money he was
spending.  He explained that his mum had a new job and had given it to him
to get some good clothes.

"What about shirts?  Do you want any of those?"

Peter nodded, wondering why she was asking.

"Come with me!  There's a whole rack of extra nice ones that just came in
this morning, and we haven't got enough room to put them out yet.  I've
already bought two for my own family."

Peter and Matthew followed through a door to a messy storage area, and
Matthew started exclaiming as soon as he saw the shirts.

"Excuse me?  How much are you selling these for?  There were five dollar
and nine dollar racks in the shop!"

"I'm not sure!  Let's just say they're all five dollars!"

She left them to it because someone had come into the shop, and Matthew
started pulling out shirts, one after the other.

"We can't get all these!"

"Yes we can!  It must be that rich person she was talking about!  These
Mambo ones cost at least $40 Peter, and these two Country Roads with
collars cost even more!  Try them on!"

The lady looked like she was going to laugh her head off when they fronted
at the counter with three designer T-shirts and three collar shirts for
Peter, and three more shirts for Matthew.  The tally so far was $153 so
they went on the prowl again.  Ten books, including a deluxe edition of
Lord of the Rings, then three pairs of running shorts at two dollars each
was the end of it.  The books weren't clothes but at fifty cents each they
were irresistible.  Totally loaded down, they left the shop with eight
large plastic bags for Peter's purchases and three more for Matthew's.
There was $26 left and only one thing Peter still had on his mind.

"Um!  Where did you get your blue jocks Matthew?  I want to get some the
same!"

"At my old town!  But there's lots of men's shops in the centre!  They'll
have them for sure!"

They lugged everything back through the shopping centre and then had a
short wait.  Peter was totally hanging out for the expression on his mum's
face when she saw all this stuff.  She'd think he'd robbed a bank.  It was
fantastic.  She pulled in and parked.

"Look mum!  I got a leather jacket!"

Her smile turned to a kind of frown.  She'd be thinking he'd have bought
something a lot more sensible on that.

"And a denim jacket!  And three pairs of jeans!  And six shirts!  And three
cargoes!  As he said each thing he loaded the appropriate bag onto the back
seat.  She wasn't accepting it.

"Peter!  Where did all this come from?"

"It was a big sale!  It was too good to miss so we used Matthew's credit
card and we'll pay it off over the next twelve months!"

"No you won't!  You can take....  What's the trick?"

The grins were too obvious to miss now, and Peter made a big deal of
pulling two dollars from his pocket.

"It's no trick mum!  Here's your change!"

"Change?"

"Yes!  You said I had to listen to Matthew and he took me to a second-hand
shop.  Everything is like new though because we checked it all carefully.
Wait till you see!"

Beth was still dubious, so when they reached home there was a mini fashion
show for half an hour while they showed off their purchases.  Matthew and
Beth both kidded him about how rugged he looked with the leather jacket and
wondered where he'd wear it, but Peter didn't care.  It was his favorite
purchase.  Matthew was definitely the hero of the day.  Matthew had to be
dropped home and on the way back from that Peter wanted to know about the
plan Beth had mentioned.  It had been on his mind because it sounded like
it was something to do with money.

"An allowance?  Mum!  I don't need one!"

Peter wondered what was going on.  The $200 start, as she'd described it,
was understandable, but otherwise they'd always happily worked money things
out between them.

"I know!  But I want you to have your own money so you can do what you like
without having to ask me!"

"I like asking you!"

He did too.  It made him feel special, the way they'd talked money things
over for the last three or four years, from serious decisions to everyday
needs.  This got him a hug.

"This is still the same thing Peter.  I want to give you $40 a week so you
can concentrate on your schoolwork and not think you need a part-time job
as well.  Study time is important for you and I don't want anything taking
it away."

"$40?  Mum!  That's way too much!"

"Well we'll make it $30 then and put it up when you find it's not enough!"

They talked it over for a while then Peter went up to his room for a read.
Well, in fact he wanted to try on his new jocks.  First was the blue pair
like the ones Matthew had given him, and they looked and felt just as good.
Next were the red ones.  They were the same style and fit but it was
amazing how changing the colour made them look different.  The last two
pairs were the more expensive ones that Matthew had persuaded him to get.
Gosh!  They felt great but they sure showed him off.

He arranged himself in different ways and made different poses while he
looked in the mirror on the inside door of his cupboard.  All the fiddling
round was having its effect and after laughing at himself in the rude poses
the jocks came off and he locked the door for a while.  The meal and the
movies were enjoyable and Rob kept pretending he didn't recognise Peter and
Matthew in their new clothes.  Beth dobbed Peter in to be the cook for next
week when the movie trailers turned out to be must-sees.  The next day
Peter had a happy hour in the morning, working and talking with his mum
while they made a double batch of ginger beer to build up their supplies,
which were being used at a surprising rate.  The rest of the day was
reading and school stuff and in the evening he dropped over to Andy's to
get a print-out of his Literature assignment.  That ended up taking ages
because Andy was in a boisterous mood and kept giving him treatments while
they caught up with their different happenings.

"You got a leather jacket?  Oh My God!  Now I'm getting scared!  Does this
mean you're going all tough?  Wait till I tell Marty!"

He certainly wasn't acting very scared as he squelched the breath out of
Peter with a scissor lock and gouged his ribs with his knuckles.  Every
time they were together they had this wrestling, where Peter came out a
mangled but laughing wreck.

"Holy hell Peter!  You'd better not wear those to school!  You'll never get
Phillips to leave you alone!"

"What do you mean?"

"God!  They're sexy!"

They'd started stripping for another practice, and the stylish jocks
Matthew had picked for him were in view.  No one had ever said he was sexy
before and it made Peter feel funny.

"Turn round and let's see them from the back!"

Peter turned round automatically, he'd heard the same thing so many times
yesterday, then leapt in the air when Andy checked his bags.

"See!  You trust everyone so much you're easy to catch.  Get the jocks off
so I can check if Matthew shaved you smooth enough!"

"He did Andy!"

"I know! But I want you to be ready for Phillips!"

"Phillips?  What's he going to do now?"

Andy grinned and Peter knew he was about to find out by demonstration
rather than being told.  He slipped the jocks off and jumped when Andy's
hand reached towards him.

"That's better!  Be ready for anything!"

They were into the grabbing practice and Peter was so much better he was
able to grab Andy twice before he was grabbed himself.  Sheba!  Andy was
doing that rude squeezing.

"You're getting too good Peter!  Keep one hand behind your back so I can
still beat you!"

The feelings were getting too much for him.

"Andy!  We'd better stop!"

"No!  We're only half finished!  Dodge harder!"

That was a shock.  Andy had that definite tone which let you know he meant
it, so Peter went into a kind of overdrive of concentration.  It worked and
he was able to hold Andy off till eventually he lapsed and the squeezes
started again.  God!  This was impossible.  He'd started leaking and he
thought Andy would never stop.

"Andy!  Let's stop for now and finish after I've done my printing!"

Andy gave one last squeeze then held his hand up and looked at it.

"Randy bugger!  Keep trying!  I'm after you one more time!"

It didn't take long.  The one handed defence was just too hard.  Andy's
hand gripped and held him steady and almost instantly Peter knew that
something different was going to happen.

"This is what Phillips will probably do Peter.  Are you ready?"

There was no time to answer because Andy's other hand moved down to cup
Peters balls.  The sudden shock of it caused Peter to jump but the hand
came straight back.

"You're meant to hold still while I check how smooth!"

Peter tried, but after a couple of seconds the roving fingers were too much
to take and he broke away.

"Andy!  I...  Um!..  I can't stand...  That!"

"It gets you doesn't it?  Were you really close?"

How come he always gave himself away when Andy caught him with these
questions.  He hesitated so long that in the end he just nodded.

"What will you do when Phillips does it to you tomorrow?"

"It won't be as bad Andy!"

"How do you figure that?"

"Well this time I think he's the only one who might beat me, so I won't be
as stirred up as you made me tonight."

"Yeah!  You're probably right, but you still have to watch him.  He's made
three people cream so far when he's won his bets!"

"What?  In front of everyone?  I thought you were kidding when you said
that the other day."

"Sure!  That's the whole point of it!  It's very embarrassing!"

"You?  He got you Andy?"

"Yeah!  I go off real easy!"

"And everyone saw it?"

"They would have!  But I tricked him and it ended up with just him and
Justin and Kenny and Marty."

There was silence for a moment.

"Can we have some more practice?  But without that squeezing?"

That made Andy laugh and stir that Peter liked getting his dick squeezed,
but they went ahead for another ten minutes anyway.  Finally they were
dressed and Peter felt normal again.  Well almost, and was able to get his
assignment printed out.

"God!  When did you write all this?  I'm glad I'm not doing Lit!  It would
take me weeks!"

"I like it Andy, so that makes it easy!  I planned it out this morning and
wrote it this afternoon."

"That's unreal!  Do you think Beth was stirring when she said I was King
Arthur?"

The sudden change of topic caught Peter unaware but he reckoned Andy was
genuinely wanting to know.

"No way Andy!  She really meant it!  You're the one who makes things happen
out of all of us.  It was your idea to take mum up the river with us wasn't
it?"

"Yeah!"

"And you took over when Burns had me down at the beach.  That's what she
means.  Everybody does what you want without hardly thinking about it.
It's like mum said, you're a natural leader!"

"I don't think I'm a leader!  I don't order people round!"

Peter knew how to answer because his mum had talked about this very thing.

"Ordering people round isn't being a leader, it's just being bossy.  Mum
says real leaders don't have to be bossy.  Everyone does what they want
because it feels right."

Peter started thinking about himself and couldn't help smiling.

"What?"

"Look at me! The things I do for you Andy!  When I get home and think about
it I can't believe it's happened."

"Can't believe what?"

"Like I've had a boner in front of people and even asked them to touch me.
I can't work out how you get me to do stuff like that."

"God Peter!  Do you think about everything?  Anyhow I'm just trying to help
you!"

"I know!  I think you're fantastic!"

"Idiot!  You don't say things like that!  Lie down on the bed so I can give
you another treatment!"

He looked very pleased though and Peter was glad he'd said it.

The end of chapter 12.

Author's Note.

I hope you're gaining some enjoyment from this story.
Any comments and feedback would be greatly appreciated.
My email address is iarwain7@ains.net.au

Should you be interested, my other stories can be found by looking under
'Iarwain' in the authors section on Nifty.

Contact me if you'd like to read the stories in their original Word format.

My apologies to Jeff in France, and David in Texas. I tried to respond to
your emails but my replies wouldn't go through.

Iarwain.