Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2006 09:59:31 +1000
From: iarwain7 <iarwain7@ains.net.au>
Subject: Double The Trouble. chapter 20.

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.

Peter talks to Andy.

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If you are offended by male to male sexual content definitely do not read.
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Otherwise enjoy the story and genuine comments will be appreciated.

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for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that
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This story is fiction.

Thank you Nifty for the opportunity to post this story.


Chapter 20.

"Hey, big boy!  Dad's cooking breakfast.  Do you want a quick shower?"

Peter opened his eyes just in time to prepare himself as a towel clad body
descended on his stomach.

"Gah!  Help!  Murder!  What a way to wake someone up."

"Get used to it.  I have to do things or you'd sleep in till it was time to
go to bed again."

Matthew was referring to the tickling he was giving Peter.  Peter wriggled
to make himself more comfortable, pulled Matthew over and held him down.
Matthew responded by wrapping an arm round Peter's neck and trying to roll
him over.

"Peter? What are you doing?  Trying to eat me?"

"You taste nice.  All fresh and clean.  Anyway it's your fault for
squishing my face in your chest."

"Come on, you'd better get up or dad'll be checking to see why we're taking
so long."

They disentangled and Peter glanced at the time.  Twenty to eight.  Yes!
He'd have to move smartly.  Ten minutes later he was enjoying the delicious
crackly bacon Rob had ready, and coffee made Matthew style.  Rob was all
smiles, talking about the food, and stirring Peter about sleeping in.
Peter wondered what Matthew had said to him while he'd been having his
shower and getting dressed.
                                                 ---- Beth looked surprised
and pleased when they all rushed in.  There were hugs for everyone,
including Rob, and Peter could tell she was keyed up about the coming day.
He caught Rob giving Beth a nod and knew he was telling her things were
good with their two sons.  She would know that anyway, with the smiles and
the air of excitement.  They couldn't stay for long as Rob had to get to
work too, and as they drove off Peter felt guilty that he been thinking
about his own things too much.

School was a disaster.  Not really! It went well except that all his
teachers handed out work, and by the end of the day there were topic
mastery sheets for hard maths, an issues question to research for English,
the new assignment for Lit, and a revision sheet for physics.  Andy and
Marty demanded to know where Matthew had been, laughed when he used the
family stuff excuse, then asked when the little Matthew's would be turning
up.

"Don't take any notice of them Matthew.  They reckon you got some girl
pregnant and it's all a big secret."

"God!  How did you find out Marty?  Did someone tell you about Amy?"

"Amy?"

"Yes, we're getting married next weekend."

Marty's shocked look lasted about a quarter of a second before Matthew was
dumped on the grass and the topic was ended.  Later on Peter got a lesson
in how perceptive Andy could be.

"What are you two smiling about?  Is there some secret you're not telling
us?"

They were sitting in the cow paddock near the end of lunchtime and Andy's
question gave Peter quite a jolt.

"What do you mean?"

As he answered, Peter's eyes flicked to Matthew. Andy caught it and
laughed.

"That's what I mean!"

Peter hesitated and instantly realised that once again he'd given himself
away.

"Um....  I'll tell you later."

That meant Andy wanted to know right now, but when Peter said later for the
second time he accepted it with a lift of his eyebrows and a nod.

"What are we doing for training tonight Matthew?"

"All the work you didn't do last night."

"God, you can't get away with anything round here."

That wasn't true.  They'd all worked hard and Matthew already knew it.

"I'm going to get you a metre faster by Wednesday Andy."

"A metre?  Are you serious?"

"Yes, well at least half a metre anyway."

"Wow!  I'll need it too.  Next Wednesday's team was second last year, and
coach has heard they're good again."

"What about me?  I'm the one who needs to build up speed most."

Matthew nodded at Marty's query and answered very seriously.

"Yes, I've been thinking about that Marty, but there's not much you can do
till you build up strength."

"Strength?...  Me?...  Right.  You think so?"

It was a total con but Matthew sounded so much like he meant it that even
Peter didn't realise, and listened in surprise for what Matthew meant.

"Yes, it's your arms and your legs that need the most work.  You can feel
how tired they are even after one lap of butterfly can't you?"

Marty was nodding at this.

"We'll work out some good exercises and you'll need to go on a diet too."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, it'll help you get rid of all the excess torso flesh that's so flabby
and slows you down."

That was when Peter got suspicious.  There wasn't an ounce of flab anywhere
on Marty.

"Which is my torso flesh?"

"Well, there's your pecs for a start. You must admit they flop around like
a pair of boobs!"

Marty just stared and Peter held his smile back.

"Your six-packs not bad, but it's getting saggy, and your glutes have that
layer of puppy fat all over them too."

Andy gave it away when he burst out laughing, and Marty's worried look
disappeared as he lunged for Matthew.  Matthew was ready of course and
managed to stay free because Andy started asking Marty to flop his boobies
for them, and then they were all saved from friendly slaughter because the
bell sounded.

Last period of the day was a spare and Peter and Matthew started their
Physics work in the library.  After training Peter went with Andy and
Marty, and Matthew went with Brent.  Peter was busting to see his mum, so
Andy's offer to go on a drive with them fell on deaf ears, and when he was
dropped off he rushed to the house.  When he opened the door he went into
quiet mode.  Beth was talking with a smartly dressed lady at the desk
they'd set up, so all he got was a smile and a `hi'.  He made a quick snack
then disappeared to his room for a quarter hour till he heard the front
door closing.

"How did it go?  Did you like them?  Is it different to your work?  I've
been wondering all day."

They'd had their hugs and were sitting on the sofa.

Beth laughed.

"It was hard work Peter and they all took longer than I expected because
they wanted to talk, so it was just as well I allowed a half-hour gap
between each appointment.  They all seemed to be happy though."

"They all turned up?"

"Yes, they're all through Rob and he said they would."

"Who was that last lady?  She looked pretty posh."

"She is.  If you mean wealthy that is.  She's a relative of Rob's and owns
four businesses, but she's very nice and she's giving me the work from her
newest one."

Peter listened to her talk and was smiling all the time because he knew she
was happy.

"So how are things with Matthew?"

This topic couldn't not come up with the way they talked about everything.

"He's worried about when we swim against his old school and everyone finds
out about him.  He's an idiot mum.  He worried most about what I'd think."

"We can't always control feelings Peter. We just have them. Especially when
it's someone so important to us."

This was accompanied by a big hug, and while he thought about it, he also
knew his mum was proud of him.  Suddenly he felt overwhelmed and sad.

"It's not fair mum!  Why can't people leave him alone?  All he ever does is
help everyone else."

His mum's arm held him close and comforted him as it had so many times in
the past.

"He's on a hard road Peter, but it will be different this year.  He doesn't
feel lonely now.  When you first met him he was sad too, but you helped him
out of both of those."

"He told me he was lonely, but I don't think he was sad."

"Yes he was!  He's not as strong as you, and last year hurt him very
badly."

Peter swivelled to look directly at Beth.

"Mum!  He's way stronger than me!"

"No he's not.  He knows how to act as if he is, but his sad feelings were
getting him down so much Rob wanted to get special help for him."

"Like counselling?"

Beth nodded and a big smile spread as she tightened her grip on Peter's
shoulder.

"The sun started to shine again on the night you invited him round for tea.
That's Rob's words."

Peter went quiet, thinking about what Beth had just said and wondering at
how people were so complicated.  According to her he was strong?  He didn't
think so, but since she seemed to always know about stuff like that it
meant he didn't even understand himself.

"I didn't help him mum.  He helped me."

"So, you helped each other."

Peter stood up because he wanted Beth to relax before Rob's surprise.

"I think I'll have a rest for half an hour.  We worked extra hard at
training and I'll be dopey all night if I don't."

It almost backfired when Beth said she'd have his tea ready when he came
down.

"No way mum!  I want to fix it together tonight, and it's too early anyway,
so you should relax too."

She gave him a look but it still worked perfectly.  She always liked to sit
for five or ten minutes when she got home from work, and she also wouldn't
start anything till they'd made a joint decision.  Twenty minutes later the
hatchback pulled in and a very smartly dressed Rob and Matthew presented
themselves at the door with a beautiful spray of orchids.  By the time
Peter arrived downstairs Beth was smiling happily and looking for a vase.

"I thought there was something strange when Peter wasn't interested in
food.  You shouldn't have done this Rob."

"I don't see why not.  After all Matthew and Peter are paying for it."

That was just a stir and after answering a few questions about her day Beth
excused herself for fifteen minutes to freshen up.  Matthew and Rob went
with Peter to his room where he got a thorough quizzing of what he thought
Beth had really felt about her day.  Matthew told him which combination of
clothes he should wear and he was quickly getting appreciative comments
from both of them when he was arrayed in dress jeans and one of the
designer shirts.  They both laughed at him when he pulled out his leather
jacket instead of the Jag, but as soon as he shrugged it on they both gave
him the nod.  The whole thing was a new experience for Peter.  He knew his
mum was loving every minute of it too.  It was just not something they'd
done on their limited budget.  The restaurant was old with high ceilings
and dark polished wood panelling.  The subdued lighting, crisp white table
cloths and shiny silver cutlery was all very impressive to Peter.  The food
was even more so.  Rob and Beth chose an à-la-carte seafood meal, while
Matthew persuaded, well there wasn't much persuasion involved, Peter to go
the buffet option so they could choose all different things and load their
plates up.  Rob kept picking things from Matthew's plate till the huge
seafood platter for two arrived.  Beth's eyes nearly popped out at the size
of it and Peter hardly noticed.  He was busy eye-popping himself.  Rob kept
everyone smiling, and his on the spot rule said that everyone shared
everything.  Peter was sitting next to Matthew and they kept bumping their
knees together and smiling at each other, which Rob obviously noticed.

"Look at them Beth.  Two grinning monkeys.  Stick food in their mouths and
they're happy."

"Dad.  That's rude.  You just said you and Beth are apes or baboons."

"No it's not.  Didn't we tell you, you were both adopted..... from Africa?"

"What?  You always said you got me from a cabbage patch?"

"Yes that's right.  It was an African cabbage patch...  In the middle of
the jungle."

Matthew was shaking his head in disgust.  Probably because he didn't have a
quick comeback.

"So what were you in the jungle for?"

"I was there on business."

"Business?  Sure too!"

"Yes, monkey business!"

That was definitely too much and Matthew's only response, beside laughing,
was to scratch himself under the arm.  In the car on the way home Beth and
Rob were talking about Hall Accounting.  Peter's ears were half tuned in
and he heard his mum talking about driving to the businesses.  Two of the
clients had asked about it and it was a new consideration.  The rest of him
was tuned to Matthew and he wished they were together for the night.  Well,
he'd just have to wait till tomorrow night after the movies.  When Robert
and Matthew drove off Beth wrapped her arm round Peter's shoulders with a
laugh about how big he was getting and they walked happily to the front
door.  Inside they talked for a short while and Peter felt so close to his
mum he nearly started to open up.  She'd had such a long and full day
though, and he held back. Tomorrow morning would be time enough.  In bed he
lay awake for ages thinking about the last two days.  Mr Long played up
when Peter thought about last night and then got out of control when he
started imagining tomorrow night.

                                                  ...  "Are very busy mum?"

Beth was sitting at the Matthew computer.

"Not really, just getting on top of it all.  Are you sick?"

That was just a joke about his being up early on Saturday morning.

"I wanted to talk to you."

"About Matthew?"

"Sort of.  About me really."

The computer was forgotten as Beth moved to the sofa and instantly cuddled
Peter next to her in their serious talk position.

"Are you worried you like Matthew too much?"

God!  That was so close to the mark, but not something he'd even thought
about.

"I don't think I could.  He's special, just like you always said."

Beth's arm tightened in affirmation and she gave a nod.

"Have you done something physical with him then?"

Any lingering suspicions that she was a mind reader disappeared into thin
air.

"Um.....  Yes."

"Is that what's worrying you?"

"No, it's...  Um...  I like it mum."

There was a quiet pause, and thankfully, no lessening of the comforting
hold.

"Are you are saying you think you might be gay?"

"Yes!"

There was an even longer pause this time.

"You were worried about telling me?"

"Sort of.  I'm nervous it might upset you."

"Duffer!  It's a lot to think about though isn't it?  Are you sure it's not
because Matthew means so much to you?"

"Yes, that's what Matthew said too, but we talked about it for ages and
that made me more certain."

"You're going to tell them at school aren't you?  I wish you wouldn't but I
understand and I'm proud of you."

They talked it out in their own special way, and Peter could tell there was
no change in their closeness.  She was worried about what might happen
though, and wanted to know what he was doing for the morning.

"I'm seeing Andy mum.  And then I've got training for an hour.  I don't
know what will happen this afternoon."

"Well I'll be home this afternoon.  I need some expert advice first
though."

"Expert?"

That made her smile.

"Rob.  He's been through it all hasn't he."

Ten minutes later Beth was gone, after a big confidence boosting hug, and
Peter was heading across the road.  Andy's mum took him to Andy's room,
amused that he'd be woken at half past ten, but a sleepy looking eye
blinked open as soon as they entered.

"What's up brat?  Is this a payback or something?"

Peter sat on the bed, suddenly a bit at loss for words as Andy's mum left.

"I just wanted to see you."

"Oh yeah?  Well I'm going back to sleep. Unless you can keep me awake."

He closed his eyes and made some very natural sounding sleepy sighs, but
the grin indicated he was expecting something to happen.  Peter's tension
disappeared as he poked at Andy's stomach through the sheet then tried to
dodge the arm that reached for him.  He didn't try too hard, the whole idea
of the game was to let himself be caught.  Caught he was, and in seconds he
was thrashing about with no chance of escape, while Andy tickled him
mercilessly.  Poking Andy in the chest and stomach meant nothing except
perhaps to galvanise him to greater efforts, and a desperate attempt at
giving him a nipple nauger resulted in a great upheaval, with Andy rolling
Peter over, squashing him and returning the nauger.  The movement stopped,
and with a squawk every now and again when his nipple was tweaked, Peter
regained some of his breath.

"Rapist!  Rudey!  Pick on someone your own size!  Ow!  Help!  Sex-fiend!"

They were grinning at each other full on and Peter knew he'd just earned
himself a treatment of some kind.

"Rude hey?  I suppose you expect me to wear clothes all night in case you
attack me when I'm sleeping peacefully?  We'll see who's the rude one.  Put
your hands up behind your head."

Peter did that, and promptly let out another squawk.

"What was that for?"

"To make sure you leave them there.  Now, let's see your belly button.  I
haven't done this for ages."

Ages?  It was five days ago in fact, after they'd finished coaching on
Monday.  In about thirty seconds flat there was evidence in his shorts that
the belly buttoning was having its effect and Andy was laughing at him.

"Now who's the rude one?  Now who's the randy one?  Look how quick that
was."

In fact Peter was feeling things rather strongly.  With his hands behind
his head he couldn't adjust himself either, and he rapidly got so
uncomfortable he had to wriggle his hips to ease the tightness, and that
set Andy to laughter.

"What you doing?  That looks so gross!"

"Um, my shorts are too tight and some rapist says I'm not allowed to move
my hands."

"Gross again.  You're asking me to let the pole escape, and you call me
rude?"

He didn't wait for any answer, just undid Peter's buttons and peeled his
shorts down past his knees.

"Whooee!  You've got your sexy jocks on again, but they're not big enough
Peter.  Let's see!"

He set to work on Peter's belly button again till Peter was so hard he
popped out. He gave a quick check, then tickled even more, laughing at
Peter all the time for being so rude and randy.

"Are you worried about what might happen if we win on Wednesday?"

"Yes, Brent says he's surprised no one's given me a shooting
competition. He thinks Kenny or Justin will try it soon."

This was close to the truth.  They had talked about it, but Brent hadn't
said anything about it being soon.  Peter waited to see Andy's reaction.

"Kenny or Justin?  He's more likely to be the one to try that himself."

"No he won't.  He's a good friend Andy.  He says he won't do anything like
that unless he knows it doesn't worry me."

"How come you're friends with him?  He's a wanker!"

"He's not.  It's all a show.  He's kind as anything underneath."

"Phillips?"

"Yes, Matthew worked it out and he was right."

"Hell!  Well he had me fooled then.  He's always mucking round and stirring
people."

"So do you!"

"That's different!"

Peter laughed and Andy grinned back at him.

"Watch it.  You're asking for it again."

"What do you think I should do about the shooting stuff Andy?  What goes on
exactly?  Brent says since I'm the mascot everything will happen to me."

Andy nodded at that.

"Yeah, it will.  But they all like you and I reckon they'll go easy for a
while.  They know you're kind of shy."

"Do you reckon it will be Kenny or Justin?"

"If Phillips says it won't be him, it'll be Kenny for sure."

"Have you ever done it to anyone?  I know Brent did it to you."

"Yeah ..To Kenny.  I did it twice last year.  He never gives up trying
stuff.  What do you mean?  Do you want it to be me?"

Peter nodded.

"Peter!  You'd have a heart attack if I really did it."

"Not like I would if it was Kenny.  I'm used to you mucking around with
me."

"Not like that.  You'll freak out.  Watch!"

Peter's mouth dropped open at the shock of Andy holding him, then there
were a series of steady purposeful squeezes.

"God!  You get a hard boner."

Andy stopped the squeezes and used both hands to test the degree of
hardness, playfully bending this way and that, then lifting it vertical and
laughing as it sprang back into place when he let go.

"Aren't you freaking yet?  I must be training you well.  Will I stop?...
All right. Here we go again."

With a laugh he started, rubbing on the end this time, in a way that was
sending Peter crazy.

"This'll get you!"

He kept going but just as Peter was close to losing it he stopped and let
go.

"What is it Peter?  You're doing your quietness thing again.  Are you
getting upset?"

"Do you like doing this Andy?"

"What?"

"I mean you always muck around with me and you get a boner every time too."

"It's just wanking Peter.  Everyone likes wanking."

Peter nodded his agreement.

"Are you going to keep going?"

"I thought you were getting upset?"

"No, I like it."

"Randy bugger!  You're really close aren't you?"

"Go on Andy!"

Andy grabbed him again and Peter closed his eyes.  There were a couple of
squeezes then he opened them again when everything stopped.  Andy was still
holding him but he had a puzzled look.

"You still want me to keep going?"

"It feels good."

Andy gave a couple more squeezes but then let go completely.

"So Peter?  What kind of game are we playing now?"

"Um... None really."

Andy knew straight away that he was.

"What's going on Peter?  And why do you keep saying you like it?"

"Because I do Andy!  I'm nervous to tell you but I have to.  I like it when
you or Matthew or Marty or Brent do things to me."

"So? We all know you're randier than the rest of us."

Peter didn't know what to make of that.  Maybe he was, but it didn't make
any difference.

"That's not why!"

Andy went thoughtful and Peter could see the understanding grow as he knelt
there staring.

"Holy shit!  Do you mean you're a gayboy?"

He was looking stunned, but there was no sign of anger or any other
negative reaction.

"You're not tricking like you did about me and Marty wanking?"

"No!"

"Are you sure?  ..I mean are you sure you're a gayboy?"

"Yes!"

"Oh wow!  This is unreal!  How do you know?"

"I just do!"

You don't look like one."

"Yes I do!"

That set Andy smiling after he thought about it for a second.

"And all this wanking stuff was because you were nervous about telling me?"

"I wasn't sure what you'd think."

"What?  Like I'm going to punch you up or something?"

"I didn't really think so, but you might stop being my friend."

"Silly! ...Brat, we'll always be friends."

A tinge of humour flashed across his face.

"I know you like hugs.  Come on Peter."

"Um...  I've got a boner."

"So?  I have too!"

Before Peter could even think about it Andy had pulled him to his feet and
the strong arms were holding tight.

"Gaaah!  Are you trying to kill me?  You feel like like a boa constricta."

Andy's grip slackened fractionally and he gave a chuckle.

"How's that for thanks?  I give you a hug and you say rude stuff to me."

"You're an idiot Andy.  I didn't mean that."

Andy's hug was great.  It was way different to the ones from Matthew and
his mum.  There was nothing cuddly about it. Rather, it was forceful,
reassuring and protective.  He'd had lots of shoulder hugs and sideways
hugs in the course of things but this was the first full on frontal hug
from anyone apart from Matthew, and Andy's magic scattered Peter's worries
like leaves in the wind.  Somehow Andy must have sensed Peters tension
disappearing and the stir came back into his voice.

"So?  You're a gayboy are you?  Go on.  Prove it."

Oh boy!  Here we go!  Suddenly everything was back to normal and Andy was
challenging him in some outlandish way.

"How can I?  I'm being crushed by a boa and another one's going for my
stomach!"

The pressure slackened further.  This was typical Andy and Peter understood
exactly what he was being challenged to do, even if he could hardly believe
it.  His hand slipped between them and started playing with Andy's boner.
Playing wasn't really the right word.  All the practices and boner checks
had been playing, well mostly. Now there was a more definite intention
which Andy reacted to strongly.

"God!  You're rude Peter!"

He didn't tell him to stop though.

"Hey, am I sexy to you?"

"No, you're ugly!"

Andy laughed again.  In their code of speech he'd just been told that Peter
thought he really was sexy.

"And you really do like playing with my dick?"

"Um...  Yes!"

He separated and sat on his bed, looking down at his boner, then motioned
Peter to sit next to him.

"You're a brat.  You nearly tricked me into giving you a wank didn't you? "

"Sort of.  I thought you'd believe me more than if I just told you."

"Oh Boy!  You've got the hots for my sexy body.  You're gonna die when I
tell Marty."

"What do you think he'll say?"

"Marty?  He won't care a scrap.  He'll just think it's another good reason
to stir."

Peter could tell that that was going to be a big feature with Andy too, and
half expected something right then. Instead, he was given a fairly serious
look.

"So?  Why did you tell me?  You'd be better to keep it a secret."

"It's complicated, but Mum said I should."

"Beth told you to tell me?"

"Yes, It was my idea, but she said it was the best thing I could do."

"Yeah?  I wonder what she means?  I won't tell anyone, except Marty of
course."

"Well they'll know anyhow.  Because of Matthew.  He's gay too!"

Andy's eyes bugged and Peter got a substantial whack on the arm.

"Now you're tricking?"

Peter shook his head and watched the range of expressions chase across
Andy's features.

"Bloody hell! ... Matthew?"

The surprised look transformed to a grin as he thought for a moment.

"Man!  He's your BF isn't he?"

"Yes!"

"Oh My God!  You dogs!  Are you real boyfriends?"

"Um...  Yes, I think so."

Andy caught Peter's uncertainty as to what he meant and pushed him over.

"Dweeb!  It means do you do stuff with each other?"

"We might!"

"You might?  That is so funny!  Marty's gonna have kittens when he hears!"

Peter didn't understand what was so funny but the grin on Andy's face
practically spread from ear to year.

"Going at it like rabbits every time you stay at each other's place!  Oh my
God!  This is so good!  Who's randiest?  You or Matthew?"

"Matthew of course!"

"You wait till I tell him you said that.  I bet he says it's you."

"I really don't know Andy.  Matthew only told me on Thursday night, so we
haven't exactly been thinking about a randiness competition."

"Thursday night?  That's when you found out he's gay?"

"Yes, I never even thought he might be till then."

"Was that the family business thing?"

"Yes, he was really upset. He found out his old school is in the
competition in three weeks and they're really nasty and they'll tell
everyone."

"What are you talking about?"

Peter explained the whole story of why Matthew had to shift, and his fears
that the same thing might start up again.  By the time he finished he was
feeling really pleased.  Andy got so angry when he heard some of the stuff
that happened his restraint about swearing disappeared, and he had plenty
to say about Matthew's old swim team.

"Matthew's swimming and that's that!  You wait and see!  It won't be just
me and Marty either!  Everyone will back him up!"

Peter was very dubious about that and it must have showed.

"Peter!  They won't care a dog's breakfast about Matthew or you.  Kenny's
as bent as a pretzel and we all reckon Phillips is gay.  Marty and I
suspect Justin is too, or at least bi, and everyone's friendly with all of
them. David says stuff but he doesn't mean it.  We'll tell them on Monday."

"Monday?"

"The sooner the better.  Wednesday's no good.  It's an away comp."

Peter protested.  That was way too soon, so Andy changed it to the next
Monday.

"Okay!  Fair enough!  I suppose you've only been gay for two days."

Andy stood up and started swinging his dick from side to side, supposedly
to give Peter a thrill, but all it did was make him laugh.

"Sexy hey?  You're pretty weak for a gay, Peter.  You're meant to be
swinging it for me by now."

How Andy made him do these things Peter would never understand, but for the
next while he had to practice being a `proper' gay, with his wrist bent
down, doing funny walks round the room, and working on perfecting a lisp.

" Ooh yeth!  Andyth thuch a thexy boy!"

What made it even funnier was Andy demonstrating it all.

"Come on Peter.  Stop perving on my dick and we'll get Marty and Matthew."

"Matthew'll be at the pool at twelve o'clock.  We're doing an hour of
training."

"Yeah?  Well we'll pick Marty up and tell him everything after."

The end of chapter 20.

Author's Note.

My apologies to David (Boxerdude) again. I tried to reply but got the same
`blocked' message.

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.

Iarwain.