Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2006 09:12:16 +1000
From: iarwain7 <iarwain7@ains.net.au>
Subject: Re: Double The Trouble. Chapter 29.

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.

The Hillston comp.

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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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This story is fiction.

Thank you Nifty for the opportunity to post this story.


Chapter 29.

The evening was wonderful.  Andy and Colin were both made to feel very
special, and the food was everything Andy could have asked for and more.
Laughter rang out time after time and it felt to Peter as if everyone was
saying goodnight when they'd barely arrived.

After talking with his mum he had a quick shower and jumped into bed. He
started reading but his thoughts returned to the happenings of the day.

Wishing Matthew had stayed the night he switched the light off and
pondered.  God!  Andy got him doing some bizarre things, and Brent was
nearly as bad.  The plaster of Paris thing started him smiling, and then
the thought of Matthew and the hour and 38 minutes turned the smile into a
soft chuckle.  Mr Long was very interested in that idea and wanted him to
think about it more.

A click sounded across the room and Peter's heart started thudding as he
abruptly emerged from his reverie.  It was the noise his door made when it
opened.  A frisson of fear flickered at a shadowy movement then exploded
when someone touched him.  There was a soft laugh.  Andy??  The fright
dissipated, replaced with relief.

"Have I caught you?"

"Caught me?  You frightened me to death!"

"I mean did I catch you wanking?"

"Wanking?  You didn't sneak in just for that did you?"

"Why not?  After today I reckoned you'd be at it!"

"Well I was, but you've frightened it all out of me!  What is it?"

"Nothing!  I just felt like talking."

Talking?  Peter was puzzled.  It didn't seem like an Andy kind of thing.

"Talking? Is there something wrong?"

"No!  I just felt like it.  We don't talk so much these days."

"Yes we do."

"I mean just you and me.  There's always other people round.  When's the
last time I gave you a treatment?"

"Today!"

"You know what I mean."

Peter did know what he meant.  Exactly.

"Give me one now then."

"Why should I?"

Peter was smiling, and even though he couldn't see in the darkness, he knew
Andy was too.  He reached to the back of Andy's neck and holding a tuft of
hair gave it a small upwards tug.

"Ouch!  Hell that stings.  Where did you learn that?"

It was from Mr Crossman, but he didn't know if he wanted to explain that.

"I looked up protection methods against bullies on the Internet."

"Oh yeah?  Now tell me really."

How did he pick up things like that?  There must have been a tiny instant
of hesitation before Peter answered.

"No way!"

"I can make you talk."

"No you can't."

Of course he could, but pretending he couldn't was the way this worked,
followed by the wrestling with repeated escapes, the various tortures like
red chest and nipple nauger, and finally the confession.  Andy dragged it
out at him, and loved it.

"Oh my God!  Twice?  Does Matthew know you've got the hots for your
teacher?"

"Yes, I told him straight away, but it's not really the hots.  It just
happens."

"Ha, I know you Peter.  I bet you get boners in class sometimes when you
look at him."

Andy laughed knowingly at Peter's non-answer.

"Brat!  You're so randy.  What's this feel like?"

The shivery warm feeling built when Andy tugged gently at the hairs on
Peter's neck.

"Um, it tingles."

"Bull!  It makes you horny.  It means you've got the hots for me too."

Peter didn't really know what Andy was getting at.

"You don't mind do you?  I can't help it."

"Do you like looking at me in my speedos or jocks?"

"I already told you that."

"Do that stuff to my hair without hurting.  I want to see what it feels
like."

"Okay!"

Peter felt for a tuft of hair, and instead of the upwards tug, just pulled
slightly and started playing with it.  Andy hunched his shoulders up and
after a few seconds relaxed them.

"Jeez, it does tingle."

Peter let go, thinking that the experiment was over.

"Don't stop.  It feels good."

Peter started again and then there was a chuckle.

"I must have the hots for you Peter.  It's giving me a bone."

"Um, do I still keep going?"

"Yeah, but hang on a sec. I'm too uncomfortable."

Oh boy!  What was this about?  There was a rustle of movement in the
darkness and when Andy leant back Peter had bare skin under his arm.  After
more movement Peter realised Andy was nude.

"All right.  Give me more goosebumps."

"Um, okay."

"Mmm, that's good.  Hey!  Feel this, it's monumental."

"What?"

"My bone!"

Peter had felt Andy's bone before, when Marty was holding him down and
often when they practised the grabbing game, but being invited was a
totally different story.

"Are you serious Andy?"

"Yes, go on."

Peter went on.  It was quite monumental all right, and Peter felt it tauten
even more in his fingers.

"Do you like doing that Peter?"

"Yes!"

"Well don't let go then."

Peter did let go.  He needed to know what this was about.

"What are you doing Andy?  It's like you're tricking me, except I know
you're not."

"Well I'm saying I'm gay on Wednesday aren't I?"

"Fibs, tell me for real."

There was quite a pause before Andy went ahead.

"When I got home tonight I was thinking about you and Matthew, and Marty
and Amy, and I was wondering what it's like to have someone to do stuff
with.  It feels like everyone knows things I don't!"

Sheba!  Peter's mind whirled.  Did it mean Andy wanted to do stuff with
him?  It almost sounded like he might be feeling lonely?

"We can do stuff if you like Andy!"

"Um, was any of that stuff Brent said this afternoon about experimenting
with other guys true?"

"Yes, Matthew did find that out from Rob."

"Eighty percent of guys?"

"Yes, it's a lot isn't it?"

"Marty's one of the twenty percent!"

"I'm not!"

"What about Matthew?"

"He's not either!"

"Brat!  That's not what I meant!"

Peter knew what he meant.

"It's okay. We,ve talked about that, and he doesn't mind."

"Would you tell him?"

"Of course I would!  We tell each other everything.  Hey Andy?"

"What?"

"Are you still monumental?"

"Find out for yourself!"

                              ...

"What are you smiling about?"

Peter was lying on his side watching Matthew's body make a little jump each
time he found a new spot to softly poke.  Matthew was grabbing the
offending finger then somehow losing hold so it could try again.

"Andy."

"Andy's crazy isn't he?"

"Yes, but it's nice crazy. Guess what he did last night?"

"Last night?  After we finished eating?"

"Way after that. When I was in bed he let himself in with his key and came
into my room in the dark. I thought it was a burglar or something till he
laughed."

"What did he want?"

"I'm not exactly sure. Do you ever think he's lonely?"

"Andy? No!"

"Not me either but he jumped in bed and stayed till this morning."

"Bed? What you mean?"

 "Well he was giving me a treatment, then he was talking about you and me
together, and Marty being with Amy, next he was talking about guys
experimenting with each other and when he undressed and got in with me I
thought that's what he wanted to do."

"But he didn't?"

"Not really. He kept giving me a boner but I could tell it was really to
stir me more than anything else."

"So what happened?"

"We talked for ages. He told me all sorts of stuff and asked about us."

"Us?"

"Yes, what we do in bed and by ourselves. A bit about sex, but mostly not."

Matthew was totally interested.

"What did you tell him?"

"Everything. I knew you wouldn't mind and it felt like he really wanted to
know. I don't know how to explain it but he wasn't just being curious."

"And he was serious about it all?"

"Yes, he even got me showing him how we cuddle and telling him some of the
things we say to each other."

"Show you? You mean do them with him?"

Peter nodded and Matthew said he wished he'd been there.

"Don't say anything to him Matthew, unless he says something first."

"Really? How come?"

"I don't know. It's just a feeling I have."

"Okay. He's complicated isn't he? He seems like he's just a muck around and
he's not."

Peter laughed.

"Mum says he's an iceberg."

"Iceberg?"

"Yes, really cool on the surface, but underneath there's lots of important
things happening.

"Neat!  Rob thinks something like that too."

Thinking about Andy made Peter suddenly grin and shake his head at the same
time.

"He really is crazy!"

Somehow Matthew knew what Peter was thinking about.

"Yesterday afternoon?"

"Yes, he knows how to embarrass people but they all liked it."

"Liked it?  Peter they loved it.  Brian was practically begging to meet up
again when he was talking to Brent on the way back to the bridge."

They both started smiling as the events came back to their minds.

"How was Adrian?  He's nearly as bad as Kenny."

"Well you can't blame him. Mr Long is pretty amazing."

"Idiot, and when am I going to pay you back for the one hour 38 minute
idea?"

"Pay me back?  What for?  I didn't do anything."

"Yes, but Adrian did when you and Brent wouldn't let me move."

"What did you think of Colin?"

"I don't know.  He's hard to work out isn't he?  He hardly says anything."

"He's good.  He smiles all the time and he joins in everything.  He looks
like he can't believe Andy's being friendly with him."

"I was like that for the first few weeks after I met him.  I still am a
bit."

"Me too.  I wonder if Marty was quiet before Andy met him?"

"I wouldn't even have thought of that Matthew.  They've been friends for
ever.  Do you reckon he was?  Matthew?  ....  Matthew?

                                                      ...

Coach must be wondering what was going on.  Peter could see him checking
his driving mirror at each new outburst of laughter.  It was Andy of course
and he was organising everyone to sit with their boyfriend for the day.
Peter thought he might be with Matthew, and instead got Kenny.  Matthew was
with Andy and Marty.  Kenny got into the spirit of things, and instead of
holding hands for a trial moment like most of the others, planted a big
kiss right on Peter's mouth.  Peter didn't mind that at all, he was too
busy worrying that coach might notice the grope that was accompanying it.
When he protested Kenny just made him swap out of the aisle seat, then
continued the grope saying it was boner time.

"What?  Now?  On the bus?  Kenny, you're impossible."

"No I'm not.  It's good luck for Matthew."

Peter gave a laugh while Kenny kept groping.  Kenny was sure putting plenty
of effort in lately to make sure Matthew's luck was high.  When the bus
arrived the Hillston team was waiting to give the welcome that seemed to be
the accepted greeting method.  There were stacks of them, as Matthew had
predicted, and in fact there looked to be even more than the large team at
the last comp.  They were lined up along the sides of the pathway towards
the pool building, and the first few off the bus had a normal greeting.
Matthew left with Andy and Marty and Peter followed right behind with
Kenny.  It only took a few steps and things started.

"Fag!"

"Queer!"

"Poof!"

The comments weren't yelled, just directed loudly enough for Matthew to
hear.  If Peter hadn't been close behind he wouldn't have known they were
being said.  That continued all the way along and it was really obvious it
had been planned.  A dark headed guy acted as if he suddenly made up his
mind to cross the path and shoved Matthew to one side as if he'd
accidentally bumped into him.  Peter felt like cheering when Marty just as
accidentally got his feet tangled and the guy went sprawling to the ground.

"Hey sorry!  I didn't see you."

Andy stayed right next to Matthew through this and a couple of steps
further on a tall guy stepped out and walked alongside.

"Hey, you've got a queer on your team."

He was looking directly at Matthew while he said this, but Andy acted as if
he didn't notice that, and made a show of looking back at Marty who was now
catching up.

"Marty?  Yeah!  We know.  He's cool but."

The guy looked as if he didn't believe it.

"Not him!  Peck!  He's the fag!"

"Fag?  Watch your mouth mate.  Matthew's mine!"

To drive his point home Andy took Matthew's hand and held it as they
finished the so-called welcome.  The tall guy stepped to the side and just
stared.  More comments were directed at Matthew but Andy lifted his and
Matthew's joined hands as if to acknowledge them as a greeting.  Peter's
own hand had been taken by Kenny, and behind them Brad and David had seen
what happened and done the same.  Kenny, looking like he was loving it,
took his cue from Andy and gave a wave each time he heard a comment.  Peter
felt like hugging him for that.  In the changing room Andy's smile
disappeared.

"Bastards!  They had it all planned.  Matthew!  You stay close to Marty all
the time.  All right we're going to lay it right on them.  Justin?  You got
those flags?"

Justin took a package out of his day pack and grinned as he handed it over.
The Hillston team started coming in at that stage and Peter was conscious
that a number of them were watching Matthew.  More were watching Andy
though.  He'd made himself a centre of attention already.  Justin's package
turned out to be little pink triangular flags with a safety pin, and by the
time Peter received his, he'd seen Justin and Marty fastening them to their
speedos.  Brent and Colin were out of their clothes first and that's when
more things started happening.  They were giving each other a fall on hug.
Oh my God!  They hadn't even put their speedos on.  Justin took Paul's hand
and dragged him towards one of the toilet stalls.  Michael and Jason sat
together with their hands resting on each other's thighs.  Anthony and Ian
stood holding hands, and Brad and David did the hugging thing.  Peter
looked towards the Hillston team and barely had time to notice how most of
them were staring, when he nearly jumped a mile.  In his eagerness to see
the Hillston reaction he'd momentarily forgotten that Kenny was his
partner.  One arm held him tight while the other checked his bags.  God!
Trust Kenny not to use any half measures.  The grope continued and Peter
heard Kenny's voice in his ear.

"Come on Peter. You're meant to be loving this.  Get into it!"

For a moment Peter plastered a dreamy look across his face and leant back
against Kenny, but then he started wriggling when his boner stirred.

"Let go Kenny.  I've got to swim in a few minutes and you're starting my
boner."

"We should show it to them.  They'd forget about Matthew then."

He let go, thank goodness, and Peter yanked his speedos on as quickly as he
could.  Half of them were already looking at him after Kenny's effort.
God!  They were getting a show anyway, as he had to do the sideways
arranging thing to fit in.  Andy checked round to see if everyone was
ready, and as one group, sporting the little pink flags pinned to their
speedos, they all filed past the watchers.  Most of them did nothing, a
couple made comments about queers, and a few, who must have already figured
they were being stirred, were even smiling.  Best of all, not a word was
directed specifically at Matthew.  With all their gear, and obviously very
pleased with themselves, they sat in their team area and got prepared for
the racing.

Starting race was the 50 m backstroke, which meant Peter, Andy and Michael,
and as usual Peter was in a state of nerves, which worsened when he saw the
Hillston guys.  Why was everyone he swam against so much fitter and
stronger looking?  And why didn't any of them look nervous?  Peter couldn't
help smiling at Andy.  Everyone else had pinned their pink flag at the side
of their speedos.  His was right at the front and looking very, very,
obvious.

"Good starts today Peter!"

Peter did make a good start, just as well because he only just beat the
Hillston guy, but this was Andy's race and he won by a good arm's length.
The cheering from the rest of the team was terrific but Peter was too busy
watching the black headed guy who'd tried to shove Matthew outside, as he
spat the dummy.  This was a first for Peter, as at every other comp the
guys had been good-natured about losing, and it was a surprise to see such
as display of temper.  They climbed out of the pool.  What was Andy doing?
It looked like he was playing with his dick as he unpinned his pink flag,
and it certainly drew everyone's attention.  He held it out to the black
haired guy who looked at him like he was crazy.

"What the hell is this for?"

"Aren't you a good enough sport to take it?"

It looked like he was going to refuse, but too many people had heard his
sportsmanship challenged and he accepted it then walked away.  Andy was
happy as.

"Every time we win a race we'll give them a flag Peter.  They can't say no
now."

And win they did, first and second every time for the 50 m events.  Coach
came over after the second flag had been given away to find out what was
going on.

"They tried to get Matthew, coach, so we're letting them know we're
supporting him."

"Get him?  How?"

"When we got off the bus that guy we just raced shoved him, and most of
them were calling him a queer."

Coach's face changed and he demanded details. He looked angry when he heard
it had been an organised thing against Matthew.  He then wanted even more
details.

"Are there any of those flags left?"

Sheba!  Peter watched coach pin one of the pink flags on the chest of his
tracksuit top.  The most exciting event of the day was the 50 m butterfly.
Marty was complaining as usual that he didn't have a hope, and it almost
looked that way when he lined up against the fit looking competitors from
Hillston.  One of them was almost as big and powerful looking.  What a
joke!  He left them in his wake!  By the time he reached the finish line
nearly three metres ahead, the whole team was on their feet yelling with
excitement. Peter felt his heart pounding as an amazing feeling of pride
took over.

"Holy hell!  That is too much!"

There was another huge cheer when the results were announced, and then a
further one when Marty reached the team area with his face all lit up.  He
ignored everyone though and went straight to Matthew, pulling him to his
feet.

"Come on Andy!  We'll show them what we think of Matthew!"

A stunned looking Matthew was hoisted on their shoulders.  Andy beckoned
everyone to join in and the whole team set off round the pool.  Everything
stopped.  The judges, officials, Hillston swimmers, and all the spectators
watched the cheering group parade in a complete circuit of the pool.  Most
of them wouldn't understand why, but in the way of things, the message
would rapidly spread that was it Matthew who trained Marty.  Past the
officials, where coach was smiling happily, and another guy who turned out
to be the Hillston coach, who was also smiling.  Past the Hillston team
area on the other side of the pool, where their cheers for "Matthew" and
"Bluey" got even stronger, and then finally past the spectators, most of
whom were smiling at this strange outburst, where there was even a
spattering of applause.

Matthew won his hundred metre events, but then Hillston gained the lead by
winning all the long-distance events.  They really were very good, and
three or four of them looked magnificent.  Matthew said they were the ones
who trained the most.  The relays pulled them back though.  The combination
of Matthew, Brent, Andy and Peter was way too powerful.  The last race, the
50 m freestyle feature race, really clinched it and when Peter saw he was
against the dark headed guy again, he poured in every bit of effort he
could.  Yes!  He and Brent came first and third with only a metre between
them.  At least the guy didn't get angry this time.  He did look rather
surly though, and when he took the pink flag, the third Peter had given
him, he mumbled something under his breath.  The official announcements
were made and amidst cheers and excitement, Peter made his way with the
rest of the team to the changing room.  Peter and Matthew had been given a
victory walk and Marty and Andy were in the middle of theirs when the
Hillston guys started coming in.
 By the time Marty and Andy were lowered to the floor almost their whole
team must have been there.  God!  Peter wondered what would happen.  There
were twice as many of them, thirty-two he found out later, and the room was
really crowded.  The black headed guy, with the tall one next to him,
fronted up to Andy.

"What's this pink flag crap?"

It was definitely a challenge but Andy just smiled.

"Hey, great swimming you guys.  You did really well."

Was he being sarcastic?  Peter didn't think so.

"Where's your 800 metre guy?  That was a fantastic swim!"

He knew very well which one it was, and with Marty, walked past the two
guys to the wiry looking redhead who'd done so well in the distance events.
To the dumbfounded looks of nearly everyone he was lifted to their
shoulders and carried round the room.

"Champion!  Champion!"

The cheers built, Hillston joining when Andy and Marty paraded through
their midst, then stopped and became silent when he was lowered and Andy
made a big show of unpinning the pink flag from his purple speedos and
offering it.  Wow!  He took it, pinned it to the side of his light blue
speedos, and to Peter's astonishment lifted Andy's arm in the air and with
a grin made a call.

"Gays forever!"

Once again Peter was astonished at how Andy could figure out what to do
without seeming to think about it, as here he went again, grabbing the guys
arm and returning the action and the call.

"Gays for ever!"

There were a few laughs and Andy turned to another of their winning guys
and went through the same procedure, this time using the flag from Marty's
speedos.

"Gays forever!"

"Gays for ever!"

There were more laughs this time and lots more smiles.  Andy collected the
bag of flags from Justin and offered them round to any Hillston guy who'd
take one.  Wow!  About ten of them did.  Right then, a man in a tracksuit
entered the room, took a look round at everyone, gave a nod to Matthew then
faced Andy and smiled pleasantly.

"Better get a move on.  Your bus is waiting."

Sheba!  He had one of the pink flags pinned on his chest.  The showers were
left running for quick pass through, and the team was on the bus ten
minutes later.  The journey home was monumental.  Coach stopped the bus
again to give a talk and told everyone they were no longer the ace team,
instead he was calling them the top team, explaining that the win was
totally unexpected by Hillston, who'd already beaten last year's winner and
were expecting to be unbeaten.  He didn't say anything directly about the
support for Matthew but he did congratulate everyone for having the best
spirit of any team he'd coached.  Peter's throat was getting sore from
joining in all the chants and cheers.  Marty was looking almost dazed,
since much of it was directed at him.

The end of chapter 29.

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

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