Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2013 15:16:16 +0000
From: Spasm Two <spasm2 (at) hotmail (dot) com>
Subject: Seaside Memories #3

Although I was eager to visit Stu straight away next morning, it was not to
be, my mother had plans for me; `Right my lad,' she announced, `you're
coming into town with me, it's market day and I'll need a hand with the
messages.'

`Oh, mum, I was going to go for a swim,' I moaned half-heartedly, knowing
that resistance was futile. My sister hadn't surfaced yet, and I knew that
even when she did, it would take her at least an hour before she'd be ready
to go out.

`It's not so bad,' she replied, `if we're quick we'll be back just after
the tide turns, and you'll be ok to go swimming, maybe your new friends'll
want to come along with you?'

I felt my face redden at her innocent double entendre, but, certainly,
coming was certainly high on my list of ambitions for the day. `Stu is the
only one around today,' I said, `Tommy's gone fishing with his dad; we were
going to play together this morning.'

`Stu? Is that Katie Bingo's nephew Stuart?' my grandmother interrupted.

`Yeah, he's staying with her at the white house behind the bingo arcade,' I
answered.


'I know where Katie Bingo lives,' she snapped, `I've known her since she
was in nappies.'


Coming from a big city like London, I was always being surprised by how
much everyone knew about everyone else. Even though my grandmother was
crippled with arthritis, and rarely went out of her house, she had a
network of informers who made sure she was always up to date with the news.


`Aye well,' she nodded sagely, `I dare say he'll still be around when you
get back.'


It was obvious that there was to be no appeal, and I didn't have a phone
number (not that it would have occurred to me to call a strangers house),
so I grabbed a shopping bag and ushered my mother to the door. Rattling
down the road in the bus I looked eagerly at the back of the white house,
but there was no discernible activity, and mentally shrugging my shoulders,
I concentrated on getting the messages done as quickly as possible. Despite
my best efforts it was well after lunchtime before we got back to the
house, unusually, my rather dour grandmother was grinning when we greeted
her.


`I've had a telephone call,' she announced portentously. As I may already
have hinted, the phone was used only for emergencies and pre-arranged
conversations, cold calling and double glazing salesmen were a long way
into the future.


`Oh yes?' I said politely.


`It was that Katie Bingo we were talking about this morning.'


`Oh?' I repeated, feeling vaguely alarmed, although I couldn't believe that
we'd been found out.


`Yes,' she continued, `you've been invited round for tea.'


Much as I like my food, in my experience the Northumbrian high tea was a
cultural ordeal, and a social minefield. It frequently started in the early
afternoon, and could carry on for hours. Fortunately in this case, my
gender was firmly on my side, any social gaucherie was generally excused by
the universal; "he's an awful laddie". Cruelly, and unfairly, this
sentiment never applied to girls, who were never cut the slack that we boys
were given.


`You'd better scrub up,' my mother added, `can't have you getting along to
Katie Bingos looking like a scruff.'


`Oh mum!' I protested.


`Don't you mum me,' she replied, `I'm not having you let the side down by
going out to tea looking like an old tramp. Go and put some decent clothes
on and wash your face and hands.'


I hadn't anticipated this, and like most boys of my generation I hated the
whole idea of a formal outing, the bonus, which I concentrated on, was that
at least I'd get to spend the afternoon with Stu. Up to this point I had
only ever met him in the company of Tommy, and the two of them had seemed
to be joined at the hip. Stu was quiet, at least when Tommy was around, and
small for his age (in height at least!), but he had a wicked gleam in his
brown eyes and somehow I was sure I wanted to get to know him better.


After a couple of attempts, both rejected by the stern committee of my
mother and grandmother, I finally managed to find some clothes that met
with their approval. Thinking back, I must have been quite a sight;
polished black shoes, grey ankle socks, tight grey shorts, a long-sleeved
white shirt and in the absence of anything better, my school
tie. Underneath it all I had slipped on a pair of my new nylon pants, white
with a yellow trim this time. I'd no idea if Stu and I were likely to get
any time alone together, but I wanted to be ready for it if any opportunity
presented itself.


So, dolled up like a perverts' wet dream, and carrying a posy of flowers
from my grandmothers' tiny garden, I set off down the road to take high tea
with my new friend. As I walked up the path to the white house, the front
door opened and a tall smiling woman greeted me; `Ah, there you are, glad
you could come, come away in.' She had the same soft accent as Stu, and the
familial resemblance was strong, even down to the naughty sparkle in her
eyes. `Now then,' she continued, `I don't know where that nephew of mine
has got to; nae doubt he's up to no good.' She turned and bellowed into the
house, `Stuart, your wee pal's here.'


`Coming, Auntie,' was the reply and Stu clattered down the steep staircase
to greet me. Like me, he was scrubbed and shiny; his concession to the
formality of the occasion was to wear a kilt, thankfully not in one of the
more strident tartans.


`Right you two,' Stu's aunt said firmly, `tea'll be ready soon, away you go
upstairs and play until I call you, and Stuart, don't you dare get your
good clothes messed up.'


`Yes Auntie,' he said meekly, and turning to me he said; `come on, I'll
show you my room,' Watching the kilt flapping against the back of Stu's
sturdy legs as he disappeared up the stairs ahead of me gave me quite a
frisson of excitement. I'd never got this close to anyone wearing a kilt
before, mind you, before I'd met Tommy and Stu my sexual experience was
strictly limited.

His bedroom was in one of two attic rooms right at the top of the house,
and was dominated by an old brass bed; the floor was covered in the usual
boyish detritus of toys, games and books. Stu flung himself down onto the
bed, which gave a brief musical twang in protest at this unfair
treatment. `Go on,' he demanded, `let's get it over with.'

`What d'you mean?' I asked, puzzled.

`You have to make the joke about my kilt, everybody does, it's compulsory.'

`Eh?' I replied, `I don't know what you mean, all I was thinking was how
nice it would be to slide my hand up it.'

`Oh of course,' he grinned, `you're a southerner, you won't have heard it.'

`Perhaps you should tell me?'

`Right,' he agreed, getting up off the bed accompanied by another muted
chord, `sit down here and I'll explain.' He guided me over to the bed, and
I cautiously and melodiously sat down. `Ok, this is it, you are supposed to
ask; is anything worn under the kilt? Go on, say it.'

Mystified, I repeated his question.

`and then I reply; no, it's all in perfect working order.'

`I don't get it,' I said.

Stu stood in front of me, his legs slightly apart, `go on, see for
yourself,' he urged.

I didn't need any more encouragement and slipped my hand up under the hem
of his kilt, the tartan weighing heavily on the back of my wrist and the
taut muscles of his thigh twitching as my hand continued its erotic
odyssey. I was a little surprised, when my investigations reached his
bottom, to discover warm naked flesh, and not the smooth cotton of a pair
of pants. Stu grunted gently and pressed his warm skin against my hand, I
moved my fingers slowly round his hip and gently caressed the soft pubic
fluff on his balls, which were drawn tightly up against the base of his
hard shaft.

`So it seems,' I murmured, firmly grasping the hot length of his cock.

`Eh?' It was Stu's turn to look mystified.'

`to be working perfectly,' I answered, giving his cock an encouraging
tug. `Shame you're not wearing any pants though, there's a lot to be said
for taking them down.'

`Aye, I've worked out you're a bit funny about pants,' he grinned, `but
it's traditional not to wear them with the kilt.'

`I'm not funny about pants, as you put it,' I retorted, stung by the
implied criticism, `I just find the sight of a well filled pair quite a
turn on, after all, when you're naked you've got nowhere to go, but if
you've got pants on, there's all the fun of taking them off.'

`Yeah, I know,' he smiled, `I was only teasing, I'm looking forward to
helping you out of yours. There's one other advantage to a kilt too,' he
stepped back, forcing me to let go of his erection, and gave a little
twirl. `Stand up,' he commanded.

I did as I was told; Stu was revealing himself to be a much more dominant
personality than I would have thought, given how quiet he had been when he
was hanging out with Tommy.

`There,' he said gleefully, pointing at my crotch. My shorts were pretty
close fitting, and the stiffy that had sprung up as soon as I stuck my hand
up Stu's kilt, was making a very obvious ridge in the grey fabric.

`You've got me there; I guess I'm pleased to see you.'

`and I'm very pleased to see you, but the difference is that in a kilt
no-one else needs to know.'

Any thoughts we might have had of taking matters a little further were
interrupted by a shout from downstairs; `Boys, time to wash your hands and
come down, tea's on the table.'

Swiftly, and a little awkwardly, Stu grabbed my wrists and pulled me
towards him, planting a clumsy kiss on my lips; `I'm very glad you're
here.'

`So am I,' I agreed, `but I have a problem that needs to be dealt with
before we can go downstairs.'

Stu gave my bulge a friendly squeeze, which did absolutely nothing to help,
`come on,' he said, `we'd better get washed up or we'll get in trouble with
my auntie.'

The bathroom was on the next floor down, and despite the proximity of the
boy I desired, splashing about with chilly water was enough to cool my
ardour for the moment. Looking back, a healthy teenage boy can throw a
stiffy at any moment, and I guess in those less repressed times it was
probably observed without any comment.

Tea was less of an ordeal than I had expected, mostly because of the innate
kindness and sensitivity of Stu's aunt, the only other person present was a
taciturn girl with long dark hair, maybe a year or so younger than Stu;
`this is my wee sister Pam, she doesn't talk much.' This introduction
earned my friend a dirty look from beneath her fringe, before she picked up
a book and pretended we weren't there anymore. I wasn't too bothered, my
sister was older than me, and I was used to being ignored or treated with
contempt.

Sitting side by side on the couch, the horsehair stuffing pricking our bare
legs, we consumed bread and butter, and sipped scalding tea from china
cups. Duty done and conventions observed we were allowed to move on to the
things that really interested us, namely the selection of cakes and buns
that filled a china cake plate. Stu's Auntie Kate presided over the feast
with a benign smile, not expecting too much in the way of conversation from
us, but asking gently probing questions about my family and our life in
London. She already seemed to know all about me, something that no longer
surprised me when I came up to the North.

Once we'd stuffed ourselves and it was obvious that we couldn't eat any
more, Stu's aunt asked what we wanted to do now.

`We were thinking of going over to the sea bathing pool.' Stu said.

`Not dressed in your Sunday best you're not,' she retorted, `and anyway,
you're not swimming on a full stomach, you'll get cramps and drown.' She
fixed me with a beady eye; `how about you, I didn't notice you'd brought
your swimming costume with you?'

`No, I didn't,' I stammered, `but I can soon run home for it.'

`Och no,' she protested, `Stuart'll give you a lend you a pair, if that's
what you want to do, but you'll need to wait for your tea to go down before
you go in the water. Why don't you go down to the arcade and play a few
games, mebbe you should run about a bit to help your tea go down. I'll give
you a note for the lad in the coin booth, and he'll let you play on the
machines for free.'

`That's very kind,' I said, `Stu was going to show me how to play air
hockey.'

`You mean he wants to give you a good thrashing,' she grinned, `I know my
nephew and he likes to win.'

Stu made a face, and then started laughing when he saw that neither of us
believed him, he put his hands up in mock surrender; `it's only a game!' he
protested.

`I know,' I said, `and I've seen you and Tommy playing with each other,
remember?'

`Oh yeah,' he blushed, although whether because he was embarrassed by the
memory of his uninhibited playing style, or what we got up to afterwards
who knows.

`Away you go and get out of your good clothes,' Stu's aunt urged, `d'you
need me to come and find a pair of bathers for you, or can I leave it to
Stuart?'

`No, it's ok, I'll find him something,' Stu replied impatiently, `come on,
let's get going.' With that pronouncement, he dashed out of the door
without looking back to see if I was following. I met his auntie's eye; she
grinned, I shrugged and followed after him. By the time I caught up with
him, he was already starting to strip off his clothes; the kilt was already
on the floor, and he was struggling to unbutton his shirt cuffs. Not
wanting to be left behind, I pulled off my tie, kicked off my shoes, and
with a sense of relief, let my shorts slip to the ground. `Can you help
me,' Stu asked, `I can't get these buttons undone, and it's my best shirt,
so I have to look after it.'

`Sure,' I answered, and moved over to him, the buttons were very tight and
awkward, but after a brief struggle, they gave in. As I was there, I slowly
unbuttoned the rest of his shirt; slipping it off his shoulders and
carefully placing it on the bed, leaving him naked but for his dress
socks. His cock was standing proud, not that I was surprised, helping to
undress him had been a serious turn-on for me, and I too was pretty stiff,
a condition that my nylon pants weren't doing a very good job of
concealing.

`Here,' he said, `my turn to help you.' Stu turned to me, his erection
brushing against my thigh. He stood very close to me, pressing his cock
into my groin, as he carefully undressed me. Stepping back, and taking a
look at me he grinned, and said; `Hmm, not sure about the socks, but I can
see what you mean about the pants.'

`You're wearing socks too,' I protested.

`Yeah, but I can't see them,' he answered cheekily, `however, that's easily
solved.' Turning away from me, he bent right over to take them off, giving
me a view of his bottom and through his parted legs to his low-hanging
balls, leaving him completely bare to my approving gaze.

I bent down and pulled my socks off too, leaving me dressed only in my
undies, my hard cock tenting the fine nylon away from my body; `We started
something earlier that I'd like to continue.' I said, smiling at the naked
boy.

`Oh aye?' he replied.

`Yes,' I said, and stepped towards him, wrapping my arms around him and
picking up on where our kiss had left off. For a moment I felt his body
resist my assault; then he leaned into me and returned my embrace with
enthusiasm, his tongue forcing its way between my lips and tangling with
mine. At the same time I felt his hands sliding down my back and exploring
my bottom, before finally slipping under the waistband of my pants and
caressing the soft skin of my cheeks. After pausing for a moment to enjoy
the sensation, his hands travelled round to my hips and carefully gripping
hold of the waistband he pulled my pants down; my erect cock springing free
of its confinement and clashing pleasurably against his.

As it happened Stu was facing away from the open door, however, my
attention was caught by a movement behind him, and to my horror I realised
that the kid sister had just come up onto the landing, to be confronted by
the vision of two naked and very obviously aroused boys snogging. She
caught my eye, winked, and touching a finger to her lips, smiled
enigmatically and went silently into her own room.

Eventually we had to stop for air, and once we'd parted, I grasped the
nettle; `we'd better get it together, or your auntie will be wondering
what's happened to us.'

`I guess so,' he said reluctantly, `we can't really do anything here, my
bed is much too noisy to do anything other than sleeping in, you've no idea
how difficult it is to just to have a quiet wank.'

I snorted with laughter, `it must be a struggle, we'll just have to find a
way to sort things out. Come on, we should get a move on, see if you can
find me some bathers to wear, and we can go out to play.'

Stu turned away from me and rootled about in his chest of drawers, `here,
try these,' he said, chucking me over a pale blue pair of Speedos, and at
the same time pulling on his faded red pair. I put my pair on, they were a
pretty close fit, cut quite low-slung like his but the elastic in the
waistband had seen better days. `Will they be ok?' he asked anxiously.

`Yeah, they'll be fine,' I said, `as long as I make sure the ties are done
up, I don't know what you've been up to in them, but there's not much life
left in the elastic.'

`I dunno,' he shrugged, `I left them here last summer, and had to get these
ones for school instead, I guess I must have taken them on and off quite a
few times, but they did use to be my favourites.'

`Don't worry, it's cool that I'm wearing something of yours, makes me feel
special.'

`Really?' he brightened.

`Yeah, like I'm really close to you, and that feels rather sexy too.'

`I can see that,' he said drily, looking meaningfully at my bulging crotch,
`but I think you'd better calm down a bit before we go out.'

`Come on then,' I said boldly, confident that my stiffy would have subsided
by the time we'd got down the stairs, `let's go out and play.'

We made our way down the staircase; one unanticipated consequence of my
softening prick was that suddenly my Speedos became a whole lot looser and
I had to pause to adjust the ties or I'd have been displaying my pubes to
any onlookers who might have been interested. Stu stopped in the cool tiled
hallway, and rummaged in a jumble of shoes until he found a pair of
flip-flops which he chucked over to me, further exploration revealed his
sandshoes and he slipped them on.

`Are they ok?' he asked, `I've got some sandals somewhere if they're not, I
think we're about the same size feet.'

`These'll be fine,' I answered, `they're only for walking in the road after
all, I like to feel the sand between my toes.'

`You're quite big on feelings, aren't you?' Stu asked acutely.

`I suppose I am,' I replied, `my mum says I'm a sensualist.'

`What's that when it's at home?'

`I don't really know,' I confessed, `but I think she means that seemingly
small things have a big effect on me.'

`How d'you mean?'

`Simple things; someone lightly touching the hair on the back of my neck,
soft fabrics against my skin (or somebody else's), a gentle hand stroking
my bottom, or my latest discovery; the sensation of your soft, warm lips
pressing against mine.'

`Oh, stop it, you're turning me on again,' Stu moaned, a flush on his
cheekbones and a healthy bulge showing in his Speedos.

`You turn me on all the time,' I said, putting my arm around his shoulders
and revelling in the sensation of his firm flesh pressed up against mine,
`and I'm discovering new things every day. There's something else that
really does it for me too,' I added.

`What's that?'

Instead of answering, I turned my head towards him, and burying my face in
his tousled brown hair I inhaled deeply, without speaking I sniffed my way
around his body, savouring the perfume of a healthy and active boy. Stu
said nothing, just submitted meekly to my examination. Kneeling down, I
sniffed carefully at the bulge in the front of his Speedos; although the
fresh smells of salt and sea water predominated, I could already get a hint
of the heady scent of his arousal.

My erotic reverie was interrupted by Stu frantically patting me on the
head, turning my head away from the subject of my interest, I pretended to
be looking for something in the jumble of old shoes. `Ah, there you are
boys,' Stu's auntie emerged at the end of the corridor, `what are you
looking for in there?'

`Stu said there was an old tennis ball somewhere in here,' I replied, `we
thought maybe we'd play rounders or something if we get bored at the
arcade, after all, you did say we should run about a bit.'

She peered over my shoulder into the muddle; `I don't think there is, but I
know there's some in the shed, I'll fetch you one.'

She bustled off, and Stu collapsed in giggles, leaning helplessly on my
shoulder, eventually he regained enough control to splutter; `if you hadn't
been so quick, she'd have caught you sniffing at my dick.'

`I wouldn't have cared,' I said stoutly, `nothing should get in the way of
the pursuit of pleasure.'

`I don't know how she'd react if she thought I fancied other boys,' Stu
said seriously, `although my uncle Ted has never married and no-one's ever
said anything about it.'

`There you are,' I reassured him, `it probably wouldn't matter to her, I'm
sure that as long as you are happy she'll be cool about it.'

`Mebbe so,' he answered, `but I don't think I'm ready to talk about it yet,
this'll have to be between you and me for now.'

`Not forgetting Tommy too,' I added helpfully, `unless you're just toying
with his affections.'

`Oh Aye, Tommy too,' he grinned, `you know what?'

`What?'

`It's been great being with you and Tommy, I've known that I wanted to get
to know you better since we first clocked that you were spying on us,
that's why we put on a bit of a show. Tommy just wanted to fight you, but I
thought there might be more fun to be had if we did things my way, and I
think I was right. I knew who you were, of course, I've seen you in the
arcade, and I knew you liked to go along the banks and watch the birds.'

`So, was that a set-up?' I asked slowly.

`No, not really,' he protested, `that's always been one of the places where
we go to play around, but I'd thought there was a good chance someone might
be watching, and that's one of the things that really turns me on.'

`What about Tommy?' I asked.

`He likes it too, but truthfully, he's so easy going, I don't think he's
bothered by anything.'

This was getting quite deep for a couple of teenage boys, I had thought
things were quite straightforward, but I was beginning to learn that
there's no such thing as a simple relationship. Thankfully our
philosophical reverie was cut short by the return of Stu's aunt,
brandishing a tennis ball; `there you go boys,' she announced triumphantly,
`and here's a note for Brendan at the arcade.'

`Thank you very much,' I said politely, `and thank you for a delicious
tea.'

`Och, away with you,' she said, `off you go and play, and don't be getting
up to any mischief.'

`Come on then,' said Stu impatiently, `what d'you want to do first?'

`Let's go to the arcade, I'll let you try to beat me at air hockey if you
like?'

`In your dreams,' he snorted sarcastically, `you're on, let's go, see you
later Auntie.'

Leaving the cool gloom of the tiled corridor, illuminated by the coloured
pattern cast from the stained glass panel in the front door, we plunged
into the heat of the early afternoon sun. Blinking in the brightness, we
crossed the road and plunged back into the gloom of Johnny Bingo's
arcade. The spotty youth, who I now knew was called Brendan, nodded in
recognition to Stu and, on presentation of the note, handed us a handful of
coins, telling us to come back if we wanted any more.

As we had chosen to play air hockey, we set ourselves up with a stack of
coins on the table and started to play, Stu was very fast and pretty
aggressive, and it became obvious early on that he didn't like to lose. Not
that he was petulant or anything, just that he gained enormous pleasure
from winning. Even though I hadn't played the game before, it was simple
enough, and my reflexes and co-ordination were pretty sharp. When it became
obvious to Stu that he couldn't just hammer me into the ground, he
redoubled his efforts, firing the puck down the table from all angles
towards my goal.

Stu's playing stance was low; his body bending forward over the table, and
his legs spread well apart, anybody who happened to be standing behind him
would be getting a great view of his cute rear end as he jigged
energetically from side to side. Given what he'd said about liking to be
watched, I've no doubt that this uninhibited behaviour was at least in part
deliberate.

Much to my surprise, I was able to match his level of play, and by the time
our stack of coins had nearly run out we were still level on four games
each.

`Let's make this game the decider,' I suggested, when we paused for breath,
`we're missing out on the sunshine, and I fancy a dip.'

`Ok,' Stu grinned, `I'm grinding you down am I?'

`Yeah, right,' I said, `tell you what, to add a little spice to the
competition, how about the loser has to do a dare?'

`What did you have in mind?' he asked quizzically.

`I dunno, I reckon the winner should decide, how about it?'

`You're on,' he said, flashing me a grin, `let's play.'

Our last game was hard and close fought, and it was only as the air
compressor in the machine began to make the slow groan that signified an
end to hostilities that my concentration lapsed and Stu's winning puck
slipped almost apologetically into my goal. Judging by his reaction, you'd
have thought he'd had just won the world cup, not a round of games on a
slightly grotty seaside amusement; he sank to his knees, arms clasped above
his head, and a huge grin on his face.

`Come on then Champ,' I said, `I reckon by the time we get to the salt
water pool our tea will have gone down enough for us to survive.' We
abandoned the tennis ball with Brendan, promising to collect it later and
headed off into the sunshine in search of the bathing pool.

The sea bathing pond, to give it its official title, was an Edwardian
structure made mostly of whitewashed concrete, and was quite isolated down
at the far end of the promenade, past the last of the shelters where
pensioners would sit to eat their sandwiches. The principle was simple; the
sea replenished the water every time the tide came in, but in between times
the sun warmed the water to a pleasing temperature (on the days when the
sun came out, of course). The recent creation of a leisure centre with a
heated indoor pool and vending machines had dented its popularity, and when
we trotted up the broad cement stairs the place was deserted. I felt it was
a little melancholy in its fading glory, but clearly none of this affected
Stu's mood. The deep end of the pool was dominated by a large structure,
reminiscent of a submarine's conning tower, with a variety of diving
platforms at different heights, the very top level had an extra balcony
sort of thing, presumably so that you could observe the view down the beach
should you wish.

`Come on, I'll show you,' Stu commanded, and dragged me up the stairs to
the diving platforms, `just make sure you enter the water straight, it'll
hurt like hell if you land on your belly or your back.' Thankfully, for I
was not an experienced diver, he led me onto the lowest level. I copied his
posture, and we jumped together, entering the warm water cleanly, and then
splashing noisily across the pool. `There, wasn't that cool?' he asked,
once we had climbed out onto the side.

`Yeah, it was, let's do it again.' We raced round the perimeter, and onto
the platform, diving together, like before.

`Right,' said Stu, surfacing beside me, his dark hair plastered down and
giving him the look of a baby seal. He bobbed up again, squeezed my bum and
cheekily parked a kiss on my lips, `time to try the next level up, I
think,' With slightly less enthusiasm, I followed him round, I suppose it
was only about twelve feet above the surface, but to a novice, the blue
water suddenly seemed very far away. Sensing my hesitation, Stu put an arm
round me, `look, it'll be ok, just do like I do.' Teetering nervously with
my toes curled over the edge of the platform, I looked to Stu for
reassurance, he grinned and said; `Ready?' I nodded and we both launched
ourselves into the air.

Thing is, I'm not sure if it was his concern about me that made Stu muff up
his dive, but for whatever reason, I entered the water cleanly, but
alongside me there was an almighty crash and my friend vanished in a cloud
of bubbles. I surfaced immediately; expecting to see his triumphant face
rising to meet mine, instead there was a lot of disturbed water, and no
sign at all. Taking a deep breath, I ducked under again, and straightaway I
spotted him, curled up like a ball in the deepest part of the pool. I swam
down, and tugged at his arm, getting no response. Fortunately, whilst my
education had missed out on diving, it had included the obligatory
"retrieving a brick from the bottom of the pool whilst wearing pyjamas"
classes, and I knew what I had to do. Grabbing Stu's apparently unconscious
body round the neck as we had been taught to do, I quickly towed him over
to the shallow end. As soon as I was able to stand up I dragged him over to
the side and using all my strength, I inelegantly heaved his limp but
stocky body out of the water and onto the sun warmed concrete.

I quickly looked him over; his eyes were closed and he wasn't moving;
bending down I pressed an ear to his warm chest, apart from the panicky
roaring in my ears, I could hear the steady rhythm of his heart, so he
wasn't dead. On the other hand he didn't seem to be breathing, so I turned
him onto his side and carefully prised his mouth open, checking, as we had
also been taught, that he hadn't swallowed his tongue. I didn't require the
assistance of Einstein to work out that he'd probably inhaled a load of
seawater, so, rolling him over onto his back once more, I straddled his
unconscious body, and began to give him mouth to mouth.

I had fantasised about any number of scenarios where I had found myself
snogging this lovely boy, but to be honest, this had never been one of
them. After a few anxious breaths, however, I felt his chest heave, and he
indiscriminately emptied about a pint of seawater over me and our
surroundings. Once I was sure he was breathing easily on his own, I
carefully moved him back into the recovery position and sat back on my
heels to wait for him to return to consciousness. After what seemed like an
age, maintaining my vigil over his small, immobile body, he began coughing
and spluttering, seawater and mucus dribbling attractively from his mouth
and nose. Eventually his eyes fluttered open, and he struggled to push
himself up. Putting an arm round his shoulders, I helped him to sit up on
the edge of the pool as he hawked up a bit more water from his lungs. He
leaned against me without speaking, as we sat side by side, our feet
dangling in the water.

Eventually, he regained the ability to speak, and said; `Right, that's how
not to do it, I do hope you've learned something from that lesson.'

Hugging his fragile body close to mine, I agreed; `yeah, watch and learn
has always been my motto. Now, do you think you can stand?'

`If you'll help me up,' he answered, `I think I'm still a bit wobbly.'

`Ok,' I answered, and stood up, offering him my hands to grasp on, shakily
he pulled himself upright, and almost immediately doubled over, coughing
and spluttering, concerned, I put my arm around his heaving shoulders once
more, ready to catch him if he fell. Eventually I realised that he was
choking with laughter and pulled him upright, to face me; `What's so
funny?' I demanded.

Tears streaming down his face, Stu struggled for breath, then said; 'I
think you may have lost something.'

`Eh?' I said stupidly. Instead of speaking, Stu put out a hand and grasped
my cock, I looked down in shock and realised that I was completely naked, I
must have lost my Speedos on that last fateful dive. I too began to giggle,
this set Stu off again, although he didn't release his grip. We stood
together by the side of the pool, my cock stiffening pleasurably in his
warm hand. `Well, they do say laughter is the best medicine,' I spluttered,
once I had begun to get over my slightly hysterical giggles.

`Thank you Doctor, I think I owe you one,' he said gravely.

`Yeah, well, I'll look forward to collecting,' I stammered inarticulately,
`but as you have just drawn to my attention; I have a more pressing problem
to deal with.'

`Oh that's not a problem,' he purred, `I can think of all sorts of
interesting ways of dealing with that.'

Suddenly I was dry-mouthed and feeling very horny, twenty minutes earlier I
had been wondering if he was dead, and now we were tiptoeing around our
favourite subject; sex, once again. `I'd better find my bathers,' I
protested weakly, `I'm not quite ready to walk down the prom with my dick
out even if you are beside me.'

`How about this for a solution then?' Stu swiftly stripped his Speedos off
too, and hurled them towards the pool, with a ghastly inevitability they
overshot and disappeared over the lip of the pool and into the tidal rock
pools below. `Oops,' he grinned, `now it's my problem too.'

`You're a complete nutter,' I said, `how're we going to get them back?'

`We'll have to walk back onto the end of the prom, go down onto the beach
and then make our way round by the seawall,' he replied, `that'll be my
dare to you.'

`but won't people be able to see us if we go that way,' I protested.

`What people?' he countered, gesturing, `there's no-one sitting in the
shelter, and this end of the beach is empty.' It was true, the prom was
deserted, `Come on, it'll be a hoot.' He grabbed my hand and pulled me down
the flight of stairs and onto the prom. We ran barefoot along the hot
tarmac surface, our cocks swinging freely in the breeze as we headed for
the steps down to the beach. It was only when we had hit the sand and
headed towards the sea that we came into view of the rest of the beach. I
looked round cautiously, although I was still being dragged along by my
impetuous friend; there were people out on the sands, but they were so far
away that I doubt we'd have registered as anything other than a couple of
cavorting kids.

Although I was beginning to enjoy being naked, and I certainly found it to
be a turn-on, I was quite relieved when we easily located Stu's Speedos
floating in a rock pool, I fished them out and handed them over.

`Right,' he said, `let's go and get yours.'

`Aren't you going to put them on?' I asked, mindful that our risk of being
overlooked was no different on the way back.

`Not `til we've found yours,' he replied. We ran back round to the prom,
past the shelter and back into the haven of the bathing pool. Stu dumped
his sodden bathers on the floor at the top of the stairs and peered
dubiously into the depths of the pool, `hmm, I see a problem.'

`Oh yes?'

`Pale blue bathers, pale blue (mostly) pool and greeny-blue water, I can't
see them anywhere.'

`Ah well, I'll just have to jump in and look for them,' I said.

`Me too,' Stu said, `but I'm going to have to go off one of the diving
platforms.'

`You really are nuts,' I said, `why?'

`It's like when you fall off a horse, or a bike,' he said (tactfully
acknowledging that as a towny I might never have been on a horse), `if you
don't get on again pretty quick, then you can easily lose your confidence
next time you try to do it.'

`Ok, I'll come and dive with you,' I said.

`Will you?' he asked gratefully.

`Yes, of course, just in case you decide to try to drown yourself again.'

`I don't think I want to go through that again,' he shuddered.

We strolled round to the diving tower, Stu leading the way, I was lagging
slightly and admired the smooth curves of his bottom as he mounted the
stairs ahead of me, `let's go off the low one,' I suggested, `we can come
back for a higher one if you survive this dive.'

`Oh hah, hah,' he retorted, `come on then.'

We stood on the edge of the platform, looking down into the clear water of
the pool, I couldn't see my Speedos anywhere, but I supposed that we might
find them more easily when we were in the water. I looked round at Stu, and
realised that he was staring into space and visibly shaking. If there had
happened to be an onlooker, he'd have witnessed two naked boys hugging and
then kissing unselfconsciously on the edge of the platform. After an age I
felt the trembling subside, and released his warm body from my clasp; `are
you sure you want to do this?' I asked.

`Yeah,' he said, `let's do it.' We stood side by side, and once again we
dived together into the water, fortunately, this time we entered the water
cleanly and without incident, less happily, although we searched
diligently, we couldn't find my lost swimmers.

`I've got an idea,' I said, `how about we go right up the tower and see if
we can see them from the top platform? I'm not suggesting that we dive off
it, by the way, but we might get a better view from up there.'

`Good idea,' Stu said, `I've never been up there before.'

`Really, I thought you came here all the time?'

`Yeah, but I have to confess that I'm not that keen on heights,' he grinned
sheepishly, `but if you're there with me, I'll be ok.'

`I'll be there for you,' I smiled, `shall we?' I waved towards the
tower. This time I took the lead, Stu padding softly behind me, we went
straight to the top, and I stepped to one side, allowing him to emerge into
the enclosed space behind the diving platform. `Take your time,' I said,
`you're safe here.' I could see that he was uncomfortable, but he'd shown
his bravery when he chose to dive again, and this was another challenge for
him to overcome. `How about we just sit here for a bit?' I suggested. There
was a moulded concrete bench as part of the facilities and I sat down,
pulling Stu down beside me. He sighed and leaned back, his damp hair
brushing across my nipples; under the circumstances it seemed entirely
natural to give him a snog, our tongues exploring and caressing. My free
hand slipped carelessly down his ribcage, before I allowed it to creep over
his belly and come to rest just above the pubic line. I very gently tickled
the sensitive skin and felt Stu shiver with pleasure.

`See what I mean about sensual pleasures?' I murmured softly into his ear.'

`Mmm,' he moaned gently, `don't stop.'

`D'you mean don't stop what I'm doing, or don't stop exploring?'

`Both,' he whispered.

I needed no more encouragement, and softly ruffled the wispy tufts of his
pubic hair before I slipped my hand along his thigh, feeling his soft hairs
tickling the back of my hand. I was already ram-rod stiff, my prick
pressing against his back as he leaned against me. Stu shifted slightly,
spreading his legs apart, glancing down, I could see that he was in a
similar condition to me. I twisted my hand around, and gently cupped his
firm balls. I could feel the heat radiating from his hard shaft, and paused
for as long as I thought we could both endure before I moved on and took
hold of him at last.

`Ooh, that's nice,' Stu groaned.

`Good,' I responded, `lie back against me.'

Stu shifted his position until he was seated on my lap, my erection
pressing hard against his bum crack, I hadn't relinquished my grip and once
he was settled, I started to masturbate him slowly, rolling my hips to give
me some pleasure at the same time.

`You know what?' Stu asked softly.

`No,' I answered, without interrupting my rhythm.

`I think today's been one of the best days of my life.'

`Eh,' I spluttered.

`Well, not counting my nearly drowning obviously, but apart from that, I've
had more magic moments today and since Tommy and I met you, than I think
I've ever had.'

`It takes two to tango,' I answered, `if it means anything, I've never had
feelings like this, or at least, never when I've known that they were
shared by someone.'

`That's cool,' he said drowsily, `I'm happy to share my feelings with you,
especially if you'll go on holding my cock.'

At that moment a cloud passed over the sun, and I realised that it was
getting quite cool, when the sun wasn't shining on us. `Any idea what time
it is?' I asked.

Stu opened his eyes, blinking slightly, `no idea, we should be able to see
the church clock from up here, if not, high water is about seven I think.'

`We'd better check,' I said, `if nothing else, I'd better try and find my
bathers before they get swept out to sea.'

`Spoilsport,' he pouted, `what about this?' he pointed at his cock.

`Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about it, come on, you can use it to
point out the church to me.'

Grumbling slightly, Stu stood up, helping me up after. He stepped out onto
the platform and ignoring my sarcasm, pointed south, `there it is, and it's
only quarter past six.' He glanced down, and wobbled slightly, I gripped
his hand to steady him, and he squeezed back.

Releasing his hand I stepped over to the edge of the platform, we were only
about thirty feet above the water, but even to me, it felt quite high. I
was secretly very relieved that my dare hadn't been to dive off this
platform, as I'm not sure I could have done it.

`Don't stand so close to the edge,' he said, his voice wavering slightly, I
was startled, this was another side to the confident slightly domineering
boy that I hadn't yet encountered.

`Ok,' I replied, `but I do need to look into the pool.'

`Come back over here then I'll come with you and help,' he said bravely.

I went back over to where he was still standing, `tell you what,' I said,
`let's go on our hands and knees, that way if you feel a bit wobbly you'll
be safer.'

`Ok,' he whispered and immediately knelt down. I got down beside him, and
together we shuffled the short distance over to the edge of the
platform. Stu looked over the edge and groaned unhappily, `I don't like
this very much,' he quavered.

`Never mind, leave it to me, you just get back from the edge and I'll see
if it works for me.' He wriggled back while I took a look, my idea had been
a good one, the whole of the pool was laid out below, and quite quickly I
was able to spot where my rogue Speedos had ended up. `I can see where
they've gone, they've drifted over to the shallow end, near the steps,' I
said triumphantly, then my attention was caught by a flicker of movement,
`oh, oh!' I said, throwing myself down on my tummy alongside the boy.

`What's up?' Stu said anxiously.

`There's a man walking this way along the prom, keep down, or he'll be able
to see us up here.'

`Who is it?'

`No-one I know,' I answered.

`What's he look like?'

I peered at the distant interloper; `Oldish, not especially tall, wears
glasses, he looks a bit like a schoolteacher to me, no-one else would be
wearing a suit and tie in this weather. Oh, and he's walking a little white
dog, a westie I think.'

`Hmm,' Stu mused, `don't think I know him.'

I shuffled back, the sun warmed concrete rough against my knees and Stu
flattened himself alongside me, his arm flung across my back. I kept my
head up and gave a running commentary on the intruder; `he's still walking
towards us with his manky old dog, mind you he looks a bit manky
himself. They're not going to come up to the pool; the dog's much more
interested in going down onto the beach.' While I was describing the scene
Stu had begun to explore my naked body, mindful of the handy hints I had
given him earlier, he started by stroking my hair on the nape of my neck, I
found myself struggling to concentrate on the intruder as he transported me
into a zone of bliss.

`Shit!' I swore, `he didn't want to go onto the sand in his suit, and now
they're heading up this way.' As the dog ambled its way slowly up the
steps, pausing to sniff and pee at every opportunity, and its owner
seemingly content to indulge it; Stu's hand shifted down from my hair to my
bottom, another one of my top ten erogenous zones, I wiggled with pleasure
as he began stroking it gently.

`They're up by the pool,' I continued, `the dog just found your Speedos,
he's given them a good sniff, but you'll be relieved to hear, he didn't pee
on them.' I heard Stu snort with suppressed laughter, and I continued; `the
bloke's come up after the dog, he's picked up your Speedos and he's having
a good look at them.'

`Dirty old fucker,' Stu swore, his hand sliding into my crack, I obligingly
spread my knees apart and lifted my bottom into the air a little.

`He's looking all round; there's all our wet footprints around the
pool. Now he's lifted them up to his nose and he's giving them a good sniff
too; he won't smell anything but seawater,' I sniggered, `oh good, he's
dropped them and they're heading away again, back down to the prom.'

In the meantime, Stu was slowly running his fingertips up and down my bum
crack; as I had been with him and Tommy, he seemed fascinated by my anus,
and I found the soft sensation of his fingers circling round it to be very
stimulating. `Why does this feel so nice?' he asked.

`I don't know,' I answered, `All I know is that I've been told that some
people stick things up their bums and seem to enjoy it, I guess it must
just feel good.'

I felt Stu's finger poking at my anus, `but it's so tight,' he said, `how
on earth can you stick anything in it?'

`I don't know,' I said, `I think you have to use some sort of a lubricant
like Vaseline, I was thinking the same thing when I was feeling you and
Tommy up. I'm up for a bit of experimentation, how about you, and Tommy,
d'you think he'd be up for it?'

`Oh yeah, for sure, and Tommy never says no to anything, especially if he
gets to come.'

`You're on,' I said, `I'll get the Vaseline, if you find the boy.'

I couldn't see him, but I knew he was smiling, he stopped his exploration
and I sensed him changing his position. A moment later, and I felt his warm
body slide between my thighs, and the tip of his hard cock begin pushing
relentlessly at my pucker. `Don't try too hard,' I gasped, `or you'll shove
me over the edge.' With that, the pressure abruptly ceased and Stu backed
away. `I didn't mean I didn't like it,' I said, turning to face him,
`look.' Indeed, my cock was very engorged, the tip was red and dripping
with precum. Stu had returned to the safety of the concrete bench and was
sitting with one knee pulled up, his cock was in a similar state of
readiness to mine, a little drop of precum showing on the tip and glinting
in the rays of the sun.

`Do you remember when all three of us had a good suck together?' Stu asked,
softly.

`Of course I do, it was only yesterday.'

`I suppose it was,' he mused, `it seems like an age ago. D'you think you
and I could do it now?' he pleaded, `if I don't come soon I think I'm going
to burst, I've been gagging for it since you came round this afternoon.'

Although the bench wasn't particularly large, there was plenty enough room
for two skinny boys to achieve a sixty-nine, and I was perfectly delighted
to climb over the object of my desire, my erect cock and balls dangling
over his open mouth. With perfect synchrony I sucked Stu's rigid and salty
pole into my mouth as he closed his ruby lips around my glans. Our previous
experiments hadn't yet made us into expert cock-suckers, but each time was
proving to be a little better than the last. I felt Stu's tongue slowly
circling my glans, giving little flicks to the hole and I slowly bobbed my
head up and down, running my tongue as much of his shaft as I could get
into my mouth. Stu had been right, I too was bursting with come, and we
hadn't the experience to make it last, so it wasn't long before I sensed
the familiar buzzing in my head and knew I was on the verge of coming.

As far as I could tell Stu wasn't far off either and I redoubled my
efforts, he too speeded up his tonguing and sucking; suddenly I tipped over
the edge, spraying spunk into his eager mouth, simultaneously I tasted the
fierce eruption from his prick, his ejaculation filling my mouth with his
sweet sperm. My cheeks bulging, I sat up, observing the last few dribbles
of come trickling from Stu's reddened shaft. I helped Stu to sit up, and
kissed him firmly on the lips, the sensation as our lips parted and I
realised that he hadn't swallowed my spunk either, was another moment of
blissful synergy.

As our eager and hard-working tongues mingled our sperms together,
unfortunately I choked slightly, and some of our flavourful cargo escaped,
dribbling down our chins and onto our sweaty chests. With another
simultaneous decision, we both swallowed our loads and grinned triumphantly
at each other.

`I could do that all day,' said Stu, his face rosy from his exertions.

`I don't think so,' I said drily, `the best we've managed so far has been a
few minutes.'

`Yeah, but if we practise maybe we'll get better?'

`There's a thought,' I agreed, `I'm always being told that practise makes
perfect, so maybe if I tell my mum I'm going to meet you to do some
practise, I'll get to spend more time with you?'

`What a great idea,' he agreed, `we'll have to think of something
believable though.'

`We'd better go down and get cleaned up,' I said, `or they'll be sending
out search parties to find us.' Stu's nervousness seemed to have evaporated
and hand in hand we raced down the stairs, our naked feet noiseless on the
cement. `Shall we have a last dive and get cleaned off?' I asked.

`Yeah, why not,' he agreed.

We stepped confidently out onto the lowest diving platform, and it was only
when we were right on the edge that I realised that we were not alone, the
man had returned, without the dog this time, and was enjoying a full
frontal view of two naked boys; pretty obviously post-coital, dribbles of
our come drying on our chests and legs and still in a pleasurable state of
semi-hardness.

With perfect composure, we dived and entered the water smoothly; I swam
underwater to the place where I thought my Speedos should be, and as I had
spotted from above, located them easily. Although I could have put them on
in the water, I tossed them out onto the side of the pool and swam over to
Stu, who was bobbing up and down, wiping the seawater from his face.

`We'd better get out,' I said, `we can't stay in here and pretend nothing's
happened.'

`You're right,' he said, `I was just waiting for my cock to go down a bit.'

Together we swam over to the steps and climbed out of the water, to my
horror, the man had returned and was advancing towards us, holding out the
damp bundle of Stu's Speedos; `I think you might have lost these,' he
smiled, `been horsing around in the pool, have you?'

We both faced him, there didn't seem to be point in making any attempt to
disguise our nakedness. Seen close up he wasn't that old although the suit
made him seem older; 'yeah, we've been practising our diving, and by the
time we got to the high board we discovered we hadn't done the ties on our
bathers up properly,' I said, a little lamely.

`By heck, you must have hit the water at some speed to get them all the way
over there,' he pointed to the damp patch where Stu had dumped his Speedos.

`Once we realised that we were going to lose them every time we dived, we
just gave up trying, it's not like it's crowded here,' Stu said defiantly.

`True enough, boys,' he winked, `in fact I think you remind me of the
ancient Greeks.'

`What d'you mean?' I asked.

`All of their athletes competed naked; boys and men on the field of contest
together, no women were allowed of course, but then they were so much more
open and honest about how they behaved in those days. I've seen plenty of
you and your blondie pal,' he said to Stu, `but I haven't seen you around
here before?' he asked, fixing me with a look.

`No, maybe not, I'm up here on my holidays,' I stammered.

`Ah well boys, I won't intrude on your fun anymore, it's been a great
pleasure to meet you, it's quite brightened up my day. I'd best step along
and give the dog his tea, hopefully I'll see some more of you in the next
few days. If you're passing or it's raining do feel free to drop in at my
place for a cup of tea; mine's the last cottage at this end of the
prom. I've got a book all about the ancient Greeks if you're interested;
it's got lots of pictures, I'm fascinated by ancient civilisations.' He
stepped a little closer and handed Stu his bathers, before turning, and
strolling carelessly down the stairs onto the prom and away.

We looked at each other, and collapsed in helpless giggles, `I don't think
it'd be possible for him to have seen any more of us,' I said through my
splutters.

`Oh, I don't know,' Stu said thoughtfully, `I suppose we could have put on
a bit more of a show.'

`He's obviously seen you and Tommy around,' I said, thoughtfully.

`Aye, well we do come down this end of the beach from time to time,' he
answered, `and I suppose we're quite noisy.'

I looked back over my shoulder, and realised at once that our lofty perch
on top of the diving tower might not have been as secluded as we'd thought,
even allowing for our boyish height the whole of the bench was plainly
visible from the ground; `hmm,' I said, `if he'd turned back and happened
to look up, I think he'd have had a better view of the action than we might
have intended.'

Stu followed my gaze, and after a moment of embarrassed horror, he started
to laugh again, `Ach well, that's another pervert exposed,' he giggled.

`He couldn't have been any more exposed than we were,' I grinned. `Just as
long as you weren't thinking of inviting him to join in with our games,' I
said firmly, `he's way too old.'

`Ugh no, of course I'm not, I'm just a bit turned on by the thought he
might have been watching us sucking each other on the bench.'

`Let's just leave it there, judging by what he was saying just now I reckon
he copped the lot,' I said firmly, `I for one hope that we never see him
again, but whatever, we'd better get dressed and head back, or we'll be in
trouble with our folks.' We pulled on our wet Speedos and recovered our
footwear from where we'd abandoned it; the warm summer sun and a gentle sea
breeze soon drying our costumes as we strolled along the prom towards
Johnny Bingo's house.

Stu's auntie opened the door for us, `well now, did you have a good time,'
she asked, `I can see you've been in the water, did you go up to the pool?'

`Yeah,' Stu answered, `we were practising our diving, I think we'd like to
do some more practise together, it was fun.'

`Well my lad, before you mess my nice house up, you need to take a wash and
rinse all that salt off you, did you no see the fresh water shower at the
bathing pool?'

`No,' I answered, `where is it?'

`It's round the back of the diving tower, ah well, you'll know for next
time. I've put your good claes in a bag for you to take home, no sense in
messing them up, just be sure and wash that salt off your skin, or you'll
end up as wrinkly as I am.'

This was as definitive a dismissal as I could imagine, so, picking up the
bag with my clothes in, I stuck my hand out and gravely shook Stu's
aunties' hand, `thank you for tea, and for letting me play with Stu.'

`You're welcome,' she replied, with that twinkle in her eye again, `now,
I'll leave you boys to say goodbye, don't you be plotting any mischief,
mind.'

If there is anything less articulate and awkward than two teenage boys
struggling to express their feelings, then I have yet to find it. Stu tried
first; `that was such good fun, we should try and do it again.'

`Yeah,' I agreed, `although perhaps without an audience next time. Maybe we
should meet up with Tommy and see what he thinks.'

`Ok, we'll do that, can we meet tomorrow?'

`Yeah, let's meet in the arcade, tomorrow morning,' I said.

`Cool, goodnight then.'

As the door closed behind me I turned and headed for my Grans', there was a
general level of consternation at my appallingly dishevelled state, and I
was ordered into the bath forthwith. When I emerged, clean and scrubbed, I
was subjected to a gentle interrogation about my day, thankfully my story
was accepted without question and I was allowed to have my supper.

Much later, when I was thinking of heading for bed, my mother stepped over,
and tilted my head up, `Hmm,' she said, `I think you need to put something
on your lips, salt water and sun don't do them any good you know. Just
because you're not doing any kissing now, doesn't mean you shouldn't look
after them.' She saw me blush, and thankfully misinterpreted it, `dinnae
worry, your time will come, I'm sure they'll be queuing up to kiss you
before long, but in the meantime, Mam!'  she broke off to bellow at my
gran, who was fixated on the telly, `have you got any petroleum jelly?'

`In the medicine cupboard,' she bellowed back.

`Stay there,' my mum commanded and disappeared into the bathroom,
returning, to my delight, with an enormous tub of Vaseline. `Now, you don't
need very much,' she said, `just smear a tiny bit on your lips whenever
you've been in the sun for a while. This tub is too huge to carry about,
I'll see if I can get you a little jar in town tomorrow, your sister's
coming in with me, so you're excused, unless you want to come with us of
course.'

`No, it's ok,' I said, `I thought I might meet up with Stu and Tommy down
at the arcade.'

`Don't you go spending all your time and pocket money in there,' she said
sternly, `I don't want my son turning into a wastrel.'

`It's ok mum,' I reassured her, `it's just a good place to meet up, and
Stu's auntie lets us play for nothing if it's not busy. I think we were
going to go along the banks and maybe swim in the rock pools, I'm not sure
I'm ready for another day of diving tomorrow.'

`That's ok then, but if you're going to go swimming again, be sure and take
your new bathers, not those saggy old things you came home in.'

`Yes mum, they were all Stu had to lend me, and I was never that sure what
was holding them up.' With that, I headed for bed, secretly delighted that
I had been given a supply of the mysterious lubricant and an excuse if I
was found carrying it. I crawled into bed, suddenly weary, my balls felt
completely drained, hopefully they'd be working overtime while I slept, for
I had a feeling that they'd be needed again in the morning, with that
pleasing thought I crashed into a deep and dreamless sleep, ready for
whatever the new day might bring.

To be continued...