Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2006 09:49:58 +1000
From: iarwain7 <iarwain7@ains.net.au>
Subject: Double The Trouble. Chapter 23.

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.

Celebrations.

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 23.

Five minutes after the last bell the whole team was loaded into the school
minibus and heading for Banks High School with coach driving.

"Yo Andy!"

Peter was surprised at the friendliness of the welcome, and then there was
chaos as thirty-five guys tried to grab a spot in the change room.  The guy
calling out had a build almost like Marty's and was making his way towards
them.

"Yo!  Ass features!  Have you learnt to swim yet?"

This brought general laughs and jeers, and Peter watched in amazement as
Andy gave the other guy a great punch in the stomach.  He was obviously
expecting it and just laughed as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, have they let you drop out of kindergarten yet?"

The next thing, Andy was grabbed in a bear hug, lifted off the ground and
carried struggling to the showers, where he was held under the cold water.
The other guy got nearly as wet as Andy and the general laugh as they
squelched to their bags disappeared as everyone resumed changing.  Andy
looked as happy as Larry and he was talking flat-out with the other guy as
they removed, then wrung out their sodden clothes.  As Peter, Matthew and
Marty made their way towards the door, Andy joined up and kind of
introduced them to Brendan, who turned out to be captain of the other team.

"These two are gonna make you a pack of losers today Brendan.  Matthew's
our secret weapon and Peter's King Dick this year."

Brendan's eyes glanced straight at Peter's speedos and he laughed.

"No wonder.  Is he going to put on a show for us?"

"Grab him in the showers and he'll bone like a train."

Oh God!  Why did Andy tell him that?  Brendan was nodding like it was a
done deal.  So much for the understanding that the King Dick stuff was just
for their own team.  Andy just looked pleased with himself.

"They're gonna yank your balls Brendan.  You won't have a clue what's hit
you."

A wary look came into Brendan's eyes as he looked from Andy to Peter and
Matthew.

"You pulling my dick Andy?  They don't look that much."

"Yeah, they're really our team geeks.  Peter only started training this
year and they're both in our Beginner's Club."

"Beginner's Club?  What's that?  Sounds like where you should be!"

Andy said he was, which made Brendan look at him.

The two teams gathered in their own areas while the officials waffled on
for a few minutes, and Andy gave Peter some reassurance.

"Don't worry Peter.  Brendan's a great guy and they're the friendliest team
in the comp.  They muck around like crazy though, even more than us.  So
it'll be interesting afterwards."

Interesting?  He'd just been set up for a boner show if he understood it
right.  The call for the hundred metre sidestroke went up and Peter and
Matthew had to leave.  The comp was on!  There were people everywhere.
Banks High School seemed to have a real following and as their swimmers
climbed to the blocks there was a crescendo of cheering.  There must have
been over a hundred people calling out and it made Peter feel extra
nervous.  He was climbing his own block, telling himself he had to get good
starts today, when there was a piercing wolf-whistle which sent every head
looking.  God!  It was Andy.

"Bluey!  Bluey!"

Andy's chant broke through the silence his whistle had caused, and seconds
later the rest of the team was joined in chanting with him.  Peter forgot
his nerves.  A great wave of determination welled up, and he saw Matthew
smiling at the next block as the chant for `Big D.!' took over.  The
starter stepped forward, and as he raised his pistol silence fell like a
switch being toggled.  At the sharp crack Peter dived for the water.  He
sensed the other bodies hitting just ahead of him.  Damn!  It still wasn't
too good a start.  Matthew would have him practising for sure when he found
out.  The lane ropes slid past and at the turn Peter received a jolt of
excitement.  Wow!  He was in front!  That didn't count Matthew of course,
and at the finish line he was a metre ahead of the nearest Banks
competitor.  What a start for the comp!  The grins and comments were unreal
when he returned to the excited group in the team area.  For the next hour
and a half the excitement just grew, as between Matthew, Brent, Andy and
Peter, race after race was taken with first and second.  The other team did
much better in the distance events, but the relays, with their double point
values totally clinched it.  The last race of the day, as usual, was the 50
m freestyle and Peter managed to win by an arm's-length to Brendan, with
Brent a whisker behind that. After the placings were announced the other
swimmers congratulated Peter and Brendan.  Brendan gave Peter a quick
dunking then shook his hand with a powerful grip when he surfaced.

"King swimmer too hey?"

When he rejoined the team Peter could hardly cope with the excited
treatment as he was hugged, thumped, cheered and dumped momentarily on the
floor.  Oh Man!  He'd never felt anything like this before.  How come so
much was directed at him?  Shortly, the official announcements were made
over the loudspeakers and at the final score Andy leapt to his feet with
his arm thrust high.  Everyone else did the same then followed him to the
other side of the pool to shake hands with the Banks team.  As they headed
for the change room Peter urged Matthew to be speedy.

"Try and be quick so we can be dressed before much happens."

All that got was a laugh.

"Fat chance after your races tonight Peter."

And of course Matthew was right.  Peter managed to get one of the showers,
only to have Justin and Marty grab and hoist him to their shoulders for a
victory walk.  Matthew was hoisted as well by Andy and David and they stood
with the rest of the guys cheering in a loose circle round them.  What a
dumb idea to have a quick shower!  If he'd waited, at least he might still
have his speedos on.  Just when he thought he might be set down, the Banks
team poured into the room.  Didn't they have the ten minute courtesy thing?
Oh boy!  Peter's heart started thumping as Brendan pushed his way through
to face Andy.

"So, you did yank our balls.  You going to pay up?"

This brought a great laugh, and a chorus of demands to pay up from the
Banks guys.  What was this about?  Peter knew somehow that he was moving
into new territory.  How come he was always last to find out things?
Everyone else round him was looking on with knowing grins.  Andy, who was
loving this, turned towards Brent.

"Yo Phillips!  It's your call.  What d'you reckon?  Do these wussies get
their payback?"

Brent was nodding.

"I'm game for it.  And they're clueless anyhow."

There was the murmur of laughter and comments, and Peter knew that Brent
had just thrown out a challenge of some kind.  Marty and Justin lowered him
and kind of presented him to Brendan, while Andy and David did the same
with Matthew.  Before he could think about it Peter felt himself lifted
high in the air by Brendan's strong arms and passed to the waiting hands of
the guys behind.  Oh my God!  Totally helpless, Peter was passed along,
above head height, here and there in different directions, through the sea
of raised, busy hands.  Sheba!  Were those hands ever busy!  Not just
supporting, they were poking, tickling and yanking.  Yank after yank!  He
quickly realised that his groin was a prime target and each guy was giving
a quick yank or grope as he came in reach.  This treatment had its
inevitable effect and as he was passed round his boner was the new prime
target.  When he was returned to Brendan he was lowered to the ground and
it was Matthew's turn.  Andy followed, then Brent and three of their guys
who'd been the stars in the long-distance events.  Everyone of the winners
paid with the aerial treatment, till seven guys, five of them with boners,
were lined up in the middle of the laughing, cheering group.

"Gauntlet!  Gauntlet!  Gauntlet!"

It was Kenny's excited voice and was followed by a clear and general shout
of agreement.  Brendan grabbed Peter from behind and without a word being
said most of the guys formed into two lines facing each other.  While this
was happening Peter was held by Brendan and to his amazement given an Andy
kind of treatment.  Mostly it involved squeezing his chest and grabbing
handfuls of his stomach but a couple of times Brendan laughed and squeezed
his boner as well. Andy led off for the gauntlet and Peter got more and
more nervous as his time approached.  Finally it was his turn, and
following the example set by the others, he set off between the lines of
noisy, boisterous guys.  The process was simple.  You had to shake hands
with everyone along the way. The complication was that while you were
shaking hands with one guy the person opposite was yanking your dick and
anyone else in reach was poking, or tickling.  What a strange mixture of
pleasure and embarrassment.  Every guy was smiling and every guy said
something to congratulate him for doing so well.  Most just gave the
quickest tug, but a few, like Kenny, kept at it for longer.  Peter was
totally relieved when he reached the far end.

"Champion!  Champion!"

Brendan and another guy lifted him on their shoulders and carried him, in
another victory walk, to the showers.  Thank God he was getting used to
having a boner in front of the team, because there were curious looks and
rude comments about his size the whole time till he was dressed and waiting
for Matthew and Brent.  Andy, in old tracky-dacks he'd scrounged from
somewhere, and Marty were with Brendan, talking flat out.  On the way home
in the bus Peter didn't know how coach could stand all the noise and
excitement. Every time there was an extra loud outburst he just looked
round with a smile plastered over his face.  Peter joined in with all the
singing and laughter.  He couldn't help it. It dragged you in and carried
you along.

"Speech!  Speech!"

It was Justin and David looking at him, and as soon as they said it
everyone else joined in.  Matthew was laughing and calling too.  Speech?
Why would they want him to say anything?  The minibus slowed, then pulled
in to park at the curbing beside the road, making everyone wonder, but
coach stood up and said he was having his say first.

"I was proud of everyone of you.  A - C - E!  It spells ACE and that's the
team we've got this year.  Yes!  We got some champions, but you were all
champions today, the way you supported each other.  That's what a team's
all about."

He beckoned Peter to the front then sat back in the driver's seat and
waited with everyone else.  God!  This was awful.  Why did they pick him
out?  His first panicked thought was to yell out champions then dive for
his seat, but then his mind filled with absolute certainty.

"Thanks guys. But you've got the wrong person.  Who's the one who helped me
win?"

"Bluey!"  -- It was Brent and Andy calling out.

"Who's the one who made Andy win his backstroke?"

"Bluey!"  -- This time it was half the team.

"Who made Brent win the side stroke?"

"Bluey!"  -- Everyone joined in.

"Who's the one making Marty a winner?"

"Bluey!"

"We wouldn't have won today without Matthew.  Who's the real champion?"

"Bluey!  Bluey! Bluey!"

Matthew was shaking his head, but he had no choice.  There was a struggle
as Andy dragged him to his feet and left him looking lost for words, but
then a special Matthew smile slipped into place.  He held out a hand, like
a policeman was Peter's thought, and everyone went extra quiet.

"Coach is right, not Peter.  We're a team and here's our theme for the
night."

He held his hands out in a dramatic gesture and did two fast claps, a
single clap, then two even faster ones. Looking at everyone he did it again
with a nod to join in.  After a couple of repeats, everyone had the rhythm,
plus his full attention.

"Again!"

"Clap -- clap!  Clap! clap -- clap !"

"Again, and then the words!"

"Clap -- clap!  Clap -- clap clap !"

"Andy's a wanker!"

Everything faltered as laughter roared through the bus.  Matthew started
again though, and this time the clapping was followed by a great swell of
voices as everyone joined in.  Andy's face looked priceless till it changed
to total enjoyment. After a couple more rounds he tugged Matthew to the
seat beside him.  There were more laughs at the look of mock terror Matthew
used at the prospect of being mangled to death.  Andy jumped up to say
something but as he opened his mouth, Matthew did the claps, and Andy's
words were lost in the response.  Andy tried again but everyone had caught
on now and whenever he tried there was a great chant.

"Andy's a wanker!"

Coach laughed as much as anyone, then left them to it as he restarted the
minibus.  Matthew was being quietly mangled, well not so quietly, as they
got under way again, so Peter sat with Marty for the rest of the trip,
which finished in no time with all the carrying on.  >From there, Brent
gave Matthew a lift home, while Peter went with Andy and Marty, since they
were all due for a meal before coaching.  It was nearly nine by the time
they'd finished because Andy and Marty were making hard work of their
newest topic, which they both agreed was insane, and Peter was really
looking forward to an early night.

"Why do they think up stuff like this? Trigonometry!  It must have been
some teacher who hated his class.  No one ever uses it."

Peter had plenty of answers, but that didn't really matter since it was
part of their course and they had no choice.  By nine o'clock Peter wanted
to get home to sleep, but there was too much to talk about that.

"What did you think of Brendan, Peter?"

"He's dangerous!"

"Dangerous?"

"Yes, he's worse than you Andy, and he's nearly as strong as Marty.  He's
rude too.  He kept on groping me when he was holding me that time.  It's a
wonder my balls aren't bruised."

"Yeah, it's a wonder he didn't make you shoot when he knew you were King
Dick.  He did it to Phillips last year."

"Not with both teams there?"

"Yeah, he's their King Dick as well as being captain.  They're the craziest
team in the comp."

"He likes you a lot.  How come he knows you?"

Marty laughed and dug his hands in Andy's neck.

"Tell him Andy."

"We got talking last year Peter, and I ended up staying at his place one
weekend.  He had some of the other guys from his team there and they were
all crazy.  They kept daring each other to do stuff and I joined in because
I'd been drinking."

"Liar, you loved every minute of it. You started half the stuff yourself."

"What did they do?"

Andy exchanged grins with Marty, said that Peter was too young to know,
then proceeded to tell him anyway.

"You name it Peter and it happened.  Strip poker.  A brag session.  Brendan
had this vibrator thing for everyone to try and they played the grabbing
game."

"They know the grabbing game?"

"They're the ones who started it way back.  They started the King Dick
thing too, though I don't think that was Brendan's idea."

"Tell Peter what they did to you."

"Yeah, I lost the grabbing game against him.  I didn't know he was the
expert did I, and I thought I'd be pretty good.  They made me stick
super-glue in my pubes.  I'll never forget it.  They had the vibrator
strapped to my dick the whole time and they kept it buzzing till the glue
was all set hard."

"God!  Did they tie you down?"

"Nah, I had to.  It was my idea and I was sure I was going to win."

By this time Peter was convinced that all swimming teams must be sex mad,
but Andy said there was only one other team with a King Dick and they
didn't do much at all.  Andy and Marty walked Peter across the road at
about half nine.  Well!  Not quite!  For the third time that evening he was
hoisted for a victory ride and then they wouldn't put him down till Beth
answered the doorbell.

"One champion being delivered!"

Beth's eyes lit up, and although it was embarrassing it also felt great.
Inside Beth had to hear the details before Peter headed up to his room and
straight to bed.  He was just about to turn the light off when the phone
rang.  He let Beth answer it, but picked up when she called his name.

"Leave it alone and save it for Matthew!  Guess what?  You're coming down
to Anglesea with us on Friday.  Marty's freaking because he hasn't seen Amy
for two weeks."

"Jeez, I can't Andy!"

"Can't what?  Leave it alone?  I'll believe that."

"I can't come with you.  Mum and I are having an interview with Mr Crossman
and he'll be here for tea."

"Bummer!  What's he want?"

"Mum organised it."

"Okay, I'll let you get back into it again."

Peter replaced the phone and lay back with a smile of his face.  What an
idiot!  -- Still!
                                            ---- The best thing about
school in the morning was seeing Matthew's smile when they first met after
not staying at each other's place.  Then it was good when coach made an
announcement in homeroom about how well the team was doing and everyone
looked at Matthew, Brent and himself.  Training was different because
Matthew borrowed a starting pistol from coach.

"Peter, you've got to get better with your starts.  With your reflexes you
should be hitting the water before any of us."

The crack of the pistol sounded again and again as Peter was pitted against
Andy, Marty and Brent, then Matthew as well when Kenny volunteered to help.

"Blank everything else out Peter, and focus on the gun as if there's
nothing else in the world.  You've only got to manage it for a couple of
seconds at a time."

This idea came from Andy and it worked.  In fact it worked for them all and
smiles of achievement flourished as the time went on.

"Great, we'll do this again next Tuesday."

For the last half-hour they did one hundred percenters till they were
gasping with exhaustion.  It was a good feeling though, and Peter liked the
way he could do stuff he wouldn't have dreamed of when he first started.
Kenny was hanging round and Matthew spent ten minutes swimming with him
till they headed for the change room.  Andy and Marty were in a great rush
to pack the wagon and organise themselves for their weekend trip and were
out the door while Peter was still having his shower.

"Gaah!"

Someone had grabbed him.  His eyes flew open, but that was a mistake, and
he had to quickly shut them tight against the suds.  Whoever it was had
picked the vulnerable moment while he was soaping his hair.  It wouldn't be
Matthew, he'd be gentler, and anyhow he'd wait till they were alone. Peter
leant his head back to the fall of water, hurriedly cleared all the suds,
then had to rinse the soap from his eyes.  The whole time the hand kept
tugging at him.

"God Kenny!  What are you doing?"

"Come on!  King Dick!  I've got a head start on you."

Blinking his eyes to help see properly, Peter finally managed to push
Kenny's hand away.  After a couple of seconds it darted back, this time
with a stronger grip.  Head start was right!  His half boner filled out
while he blinked his eyes, trying to clear the effects of the soap.

"Kenny I've got soap in my eyes.  Wait a minute."

"Okay!  Sorry!"

Sure he was sorry!  Maybe he was, but he didn't let go, and the squeezing
kept on while Peter had to stick his head under the water again in an
attempt to stop the stinging.

"Third time and I've got you."

Third time?  What a cheat!  Peter made his own successful grab and grinned
at Kenny.  There were two boners now. Peter let go and readied himself for
the next round.  Kenny didn't have a hope now that Peter's eyes were clear.
There was a flurry of arms and bodies moving and dodging but just as Peter
decided to go to full offensive his right eye blurred with some residual
stinging.  That instant he lost his focus was enough for Kenny, who grabbed
his target and crowed with delight.  His hand set to work and he definitely
wasn't going to stop.  What should he do?  The one who lost always had to
put up with something, but this was more than usual and wasn't really fair.

"We won yesterday so you're meant to shoot for us all."

Peter hadn't heard of that. He'd been stirred about putting on a full show
for the team, but despite what he'd said to Andy, his real feeling was that
basically it was his choice.

"Um..  Now?  The team's not here."

"I'll tell them."

"Hey, they'll all miss out.  When you win the re-run then you can do it."

Brent had approached and Kenny looked taken aback.

"Re-run?"

"Yeah, if you win I'll put on a show as well.  Go on.  Get going."

Kenny was reluctant, but then Matthew nodded too and he was outnumbered.
He let go and stepped back.

"All of you?  Sheba!"

He tried a surprise grab but didn't have a hope.  Peter was ready now and
properly focused.  What?  There was a squawk from Kenny as one hand grabbed
him from behind and an arm wrapped across his eyes.

"Get him Peter.  Three times and he's yours."

"Cheats!"

It was a good payback and Kenny enjoyed it as much as they did.  Three
grabs were quickly done and Peter thought it was all over.  Brent didn't.

"You lost Kenny, so who's going to do it for you?"

Kenny struggled, but not very much it seemed to Peter.

"Big D.!"

What?  Was he really meant to?  Two nodding heads, plus what could only be
interpreted as a lot of anticipation, convinced him he was, and he took
hold again.  After a couple of squeezes Kenny's eyes closed.  God!  He
really was loving this.  Brent winked at Peter and motioned for him to move
away.

"What?"

"Sweet dreams Kenny!  Time to cool down.  Grab his feet Matthew."

With three of them it only took a moment to be holding Kenny under the cold
water, and with stirring and laughter they all finished their showers.
Brent dropped them off at Matthew's and after their snack they headed up to
the bedroom.  Their plan was to get into the horrific amount of school work
that had started last Friday.  But!  They'd had a whole night apart.

"Close your eyes and don't move."

"Yes Boss!"

Oh wow!  Peter shivered and tingled as his clothing was steadily removed
and he received a standing electricity bath.

"Can't I open my eyes?  It's too much Matthew."

"No, this is fun."

Peter had his revenge of course when it was Matthew's turn and then passion
took over.

"Did you lock the door?"

"What for?  Andy's not going to walk in here."

"Rob might!"

"He'd just laugh and tell us to pull the sheet over."

"Wouldn't you be embarrassed?"

"With Dad?  No way!  I never have."

That was true.  It had taken some getting used to, the way Matthew and Rob
wandered round in just a pair of jocks or even sometimes nude, and neither
of them gave a thought about what they were wearing if they wanted a talk,
or to bring each other breakfast or something.

"Do you want me to talk to dad about it?"

"No, it's different that's all.  I'm getting used to it anyway from when he
wakes me up and you've pulled the sheet off."

"I've pulled it off?  Fun-nee!"

"How much are you thinking about Monday, Matthew?"

"All the time.  I wish you weren't dragged into it."

"I wish you weren't either."

"Did Andy say anything last night at coaching?"

"Yes, he said you're a wanker and you're going to get a payback."

That set them both smiling.

"Mr Long's been very busy hasn't he?"

"Well he likes meeting Mr Fat!"

"I meant at Banks and with Kenny!"

"Banks!  You should have heard what Andy said about Brendan.  We were lucky
they didn't do anything else."

"What else could they do Peter?  There were thirty guys groping on our
boners."

Peter related the story about Brendan's party.

"He's their King Dick Matthew, and he's challenged me at the grabbing
game."

"What's to worry?  You'll beat him."

"I don't know.  Andy says he's the one who started it all and he beat Brent
last year."

That was very interesting news and they decided to talk to Brent about it.

"He's coming in tomorrow after training to try the guitar so I'll ask him
then."

"I thought that was going to be Monday?"

"It is.  This is just an extra."

"An extra?  Ha, I bet you spend half the time wrestling with him."

"You're the one who says he's so sexy Peter.  Anyhow you were liking it
this afternoon when Kenny cheated."

"Boy!  He was really after Mr Long today wasn't he?  That was the most
obvious he's ever been.  Do you think that rule about me having to shoot
because we won was true?"

"I think so.  You could see Brent kind of agreed with him about it."

"What you think I should do?"

"Don't do it Peter.  No one should unless they don't mind."

"I know.  But I sort of don't mind."

"Really?  Wouldn't you be embarrassed?  I would."

"I've been embarrassed so many times it's getting like its normal.  Someone
gives me a boner nearly every time I'm in the changing room."

"That's because it's the best boner in the school."

"The school?"

"Well, the whole world."

"No, that's Mr Fat.  He's so good.  See how perfectly he fits in my hand."

"Mmm!  That's because your hands perfect for him.  Seriously Peter, they're
all pleased you're the mascot.  You can tell by the way they smile when
things happen to you."

"I know.  It feels good too, but it seems silly just because I've got a big
dick."

"It's because you're perfect for a mascot.  You're friendly and you try all
the time and you're a good sport even when you're embarrassed, and you're a
winner too.  Hey!  What was that pinch for?"

"To make you stop.  You'll give me a big head."

"You've always got a big head."

"You're rude Matthew!"

"How many of them have said something to you about shooting?"

"Um...  Andy, Justin, and Kenny all the time, Brent, and Paul...  And David
and Jason carried on about it too."

"Where's my name?"

"You want to see me shoot for the team?"

Matthew laughed.

"Well I have to be honest don't I?  It's just daydreaming."

"Daydreams.  All right I'll do it then."

"What?...  Don't be crazy!"

"And when it happens, I'll close my eyes and pretend it's you."

"Idiot!"

"And then I'll say your name over and over so they all know what I'm
thinking about."

"Oh my God!  You are crazy!"

"I won't do it for a while.  I'll wait till they're used to the idea of us
being together."

They both went quiet then.

"It's not long is it Peter?"

"No, and we'll hardly see Andy and Marty till next Monday either.  They're
nicking off tomorrow at lunchtime so they can pick up Amy when she finishes
school."

"Yeah?  Do their folks know?"

"No, but Andy's mum's pleased with his school stuff at the moment and he
reckons she won't mind.  Marty couldn't care what anyone thinks as long as
he's seeing Amy.  Did you tell them to do any training while they're away?"

"Yes, and I know they'll do it too.  Marty's so close to getting his
butterfly right he's all excited about it. I've told him he's going to win
every time."

"Really?"

"Sure, no one will come near him."

"Except you!"

"I don't know about that.  I'm not very good at butterfly."

The hatchback pulled into the drive so they tossed some shorts on and raced
down to give Rob a welcome.

"So, what have you been studying since you got home Peter?  Biology or
anatomy?"

"Dad!"

Peter's blush got him a squeeze on the neck from Rob and grins from both of
them.

"Matthew!  What have you been up to?  Peter seems to be overheated."

"Dad!"

"You must be over-exerting him with all that exercise you do."

"Dad!"

Rob burst out laughing and so did Matthew.

"Hey, where's my meal?"

"Um....  We didn't know what you'd want."

That just set Rob laughing again.  It really was a very lame excuse,
because he'd enjoyed every meal that Peter had ever seen Matthew serve up
to him.

"So, you didn't even think about the meal?  You must have had a busy
afternoon."

Matthew had an answer this time.  Thank goodness!

"Yes, I was shooting Peter with a gun."

"And what does that mean?"

Matthew explained about the starting practice session but they both grinned
the whole time.

"All right, I know what I'd like.  Peter can order three pizzas, and you
make a salad while I have my shower.  Large pepperoni for me."

The pizzas were finished soon after seven and the next four hours were full
on study.  In the morning Peter woke from his toes being tugged.  That
seemed to be normal in this household.

"Hey, Big-Boy! Matthew sent me up to wake you.  He's made pancakes and you
have to choose your own fillings."

Big-Boy?  ...Matthew sent him up?  God!  Matthew was going to die!  He'd
left the sheet off on purpose for sure.  There was a rush because they were
dropping in on Beth again for her second day of working from home, and then
they reached school earlier than usual.  It was strange seeing the grounds
so empty, except for the teacher's car park and the public car park for the
pool.  They met Andy and Marty at morning recess but all they could talk
about was the weekend.  They were both freaking because Amy had organised
for them to stay at her home and they were having a meal with the family
that night.  Kenny was at training and Matthew spent time with him again,
then in the showers he held Peter and checked his bags till Peter's boner
sprang to life.  Jeez!  It was like it was his mission in life.  Brent and
Matthew took him under the cold shower again but he just laughed them off
and wrestled with Brent.

"What's with Peter's dick Kenny?  You got the hots for it?  You've boned
him every day this week."

"Yeah, I'm meant to."

Three sets of eyes fixed on him and he laughed when they all spoke
together.

"What?"

"I'm meant to.  Every time there's team guys here.  Andy told me to."

"Andy?  What did he say?"

"He said there's something big coming up in the next few weeks and I could
be in it.  I have to bone Peter if no one else does, and come to training
whenever he does."

"Something big?  That's Peter for sure.  What else did he say?"

"Nothing really.  Except it was a big deal.  I thought Peter knew."

"Every day?"

"Yeah, we'll show them won't we Peter."

Every single day?  Oh my God!  What was Andy's plan and why hadn't he said
anything?  They discussed it in the car, well, carried on, as Brent talked
about the big show and Matthew said he was going to sack Kenny and
takeover. Peter was laughing about it too by the time they dropped him off,
particularly when Matthew pointed out that Andy had talked with Kenny on
Monday and they didn't really notice anything unusual all week.

The end of chapter 23.

Author's Note.

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