Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2013 11:08:52 +1200
From: bob charles <pennywise3636@gmail.com>
Subject: Washed Up (Gay / Young friends) chapter 11

Washed Up.

Disclaimer:

Warning: this story contains sexual content, contact between young boys,
and other themes that may offend.  If the subject matter offends you, is
not to your tastes, or if you are under legal age for your area, then find
something else to read. In the following story all names and events are
completely fictional.  Although I may mention a specific location, place,
or person any resemblance to said people, location, or places is completely
unintentional.

Chapter 11:

Thankfully the boy and his dad are too busy putting on their swimsuits to
notice me standing there naked. I can see that Pierre must have been
telling the truth earlier as both the man and the boy pull on speedo style
swimwear. I look back at Pierre and he is in my favourite state of dress,
naked. I just gaze longingly over his sexy frame.  He takes the bag off me,
which I don't realise I am still holding. He unzips it and rifles through
the contents locating everyone's togs.

Callum has only just started to take his clothes off. The boy and his dad
are packing all their clothes into a bag, so Callum figures it is now time
to strip. He doesn't want to do it while the well-endowed boy is still
around, but since they are packing up their stuff, Callum figures they are
about to leave. He is standing on the other side of me so the boy's vision
is obscured, as he strips off his clothes.

He now stands there naked like Pierre and me waiting for Pierre to hand him
his togs. Callum is starting to get antsy, desperate to cover himself up
just encase the boy sees him. He will just die in shame if the boy sees his
little dickie.

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"Hey what's your name? Mine is Manuel." The little boy says inquisitively,
as he pulls on Callum's arm to get is attention. He has a strong French
accent, which is similar to François's accent but is different compared
to Pierre's. Callum hasn't noticed the boy approaching him, and as a result
his face quickly becomes red from embarrassment. The little boy doesn't
seem to notice, and other than a cursory glance at all our dickies he
really doesn't pay any attention to them either, although I do notice his
eyes seem to linger on my little brothers cute little package longer than
they do on anyone else's.

"Callum." My bother replies a bit flustered. This is his worst nightmare, a
kid who has a much bigger dickie than him is talking to him, while he's
naked. He doesn't know what to do, but decides not to cover himself because
that will just draw attention to it and he really doesn't want that. I know
my brother and I can tell he is shit scared that the kid is going to make
fun of him, so I brace myself for the worst. It really is just an
instinctive reaction, because I really don't like to see anything bad
happen to my little bro.

"Pleased to meet you. Where are you from?" Manuel says in a cute boyish
voice which is brimming with excitement. Callum is starting to feel a bit
more at ease because the kid isn't hassling him about being small, so he
allows himself to open up further. Seeing Callum's fears ease takes away
all my trepidations, so I relax as well.

"I'm from New Zealand. Do you live here?" Callum replies, his voice now has
a bit of energy in it and isn't showing any hint of the embarrassment it
was before. The kid gives him a surprised look as he was expecting
something like England to be the answer. He knows that New Zealand is a
long, long way away. Due to his fascination with the All Blacks our
national rugby team, Manuel has done some research on New Zealand, so he
knows where in the world our little island nation is.

"Cool, you have come a long way. Yeah I live here. Once you're changed you
wanna play with me in the pool." The kid says enthusiastically. He is so
filled with excitement from having made a new friend who is from a country
halfway around the world that he is really struggling now to contain
it. Callum seems to be feeding of the boy's energy, and is starting to
bounce around like his new friend is, causing me and Pierre to really smile
at the way my little bro has opened up to someone especially given the
circumstances.

"Yeah bro, that would be so cool! I'll see you out there." Callum replies,
and then snatches his togs out of Pierre's hands and quickly pulls them
on. The boy has decided to wait for my brother, so as soon as Callum has
changed they tear off towards the pools like two headless chickens, almost
slipping on the wet slippery floor in the process, causing me and Pierre to
giggle a little loudly at their antics.

"Well it looks like your brother has made a friend." The boy's dad chuckles
to me, before taking off after his son and my brother, to ensure that they
take a shower before getting into the pool. The boy's dad's accent
surprises me, because it is closer to Pierre's Provençal accent, than it
is to his own son's accent.

Pierre and I are giggling away like little school girls at Callum's
enthusiasm. We both decide that we had better hurry up and change so we can
join them. I get no choice as to what I want to wear in the pool, because
Pierre has already pulled out the briefs that I packed and gives them to
me. I'm feeling a little uncomfortable still at the prospect of only
wearing briefs, but I suppose that Pierre's only wearing them to so `what
the hell.' We quickly change and gather up all the clothes and put them
into the bag, before heading off to the showers.

There is a big sign as you enter the shower area, which is along the
corridor leading to the pool. It tells you to take a shower before and
after using the pool. We take note and jump in the shower together and
rinse our bodies off. Then we get out and head down the corridor to the
pool area. Once out in the pool area I put our bag in an empty cubbyhole,
one of a whole line of them against the wall beside the changing room
entrance.

The facility doesn't really cater for kids, but there is one main pool
which has a few pool toys in it to keep kids amused. The place is more set
up for adults, especially the elderly as it offers all sort of therapeutic
treatments and spas. Children under the age of sixteen aren't allowed to
use any of the spas the place has to offer, so the only place we can swim
is in the main pool which is pretty full of kids and their parents already.

I spot Callum playing ball with Manuel on the far side of the main pool so
we head around the pool to join them. The boy's dad is leaning against the
side of the pool watching his son play with his new friend, when he sees us
coming he tells us that he is going to have a spa and will be back
later. He then pulls himself out of the pool and wanders towards the public
spas. We jump into the pool and swim over to where the two younger boy's'
are playing.

Callum sees me swimming towards him so throws the ball at me. It lands with
a splash, just inches from my face, but stops dead because Callum hasn't
put too much force behind it. It still gets water all over my face and in
my eyes. I stop swimming and pick up the ball before heaving it back at
Callum hitting him on the arm. He makes a mock display of being hurt before
throwing the ball nicely back to his new friend.

We spend a while throwing the ball between each other. Sarah swims out to
us at some point to tell us that she is going to go have a spa, but we
don't pay her too much attention because we are having too much fun. After
a while we give up playing ball, and opt for tag instead. After playing
rock, paper, scissors it is decided that Callum is `it' first.

Of course with a game like tag it eventually leads to playful groping,
especially between Pierre and me. Manuel also uses the game to get in some
good feels of all of us. It is pretty obvious when Manuel gropes Callum, as
my little brother yelps and flushes bright red from the contact. He is
still a little worried that Manuel is going to make fun of how small he
is. After a while of being fondled numerous times by his new friend, Callum
stops worrying about what Manuel thinks of his small package. In fact
Manuel seems to spend all his time trying to feel up my little brother,
making me wonder whether the boy has an interest in my brother.

All three of us try to get a good feel of Manuel's oversized appendage, and
pretty soon I notice that he is sporting a boner to go along with the one
that I have. I know Pierre is sporting a boner. Hey I just can't help
myself because his little stiffie just feels so nice in my hand, especially
as it is clad in his skimpy undies. Callum, I'm pretty sure is also
sporting a stiffie as well, well I expect him to be after all the attention
Manuel has been paying it. We soon tire of the game and head to the side of
the pool to relax.

"Your dick feels so cool all stiff." Manuel says to Callum in a hushed
voice, but Pierre and I still hear him. We both look over at the two
younger boys' wondering how far they were going to go given they are in a
public place. I'm pretty sure Callum won't do much as he is too worried
about people making fun of him, but you never know.

"What... you don't care that it's so small?" Callum replies a little
flustered, but he still manages to keep his voice down so no one can
hear. He really doesn't want anyone to hear him talking about his dick, and
even talking to Manuel about it is very uncomfortable for my little
brother. He really is still scared that the boy is going to make fun of
him, so is a little bit defensive.

"You're not that small, anyway having a big dick is nothing to write home
about. In fact it's a pain in the arse. I have got it caught in my zipper a
couple of times because I have been in a rush and didn't make sure I had
tucked it away properly." Manuel replies to Callum honestly. We all wince
in pain hearing Manuel say he has caught his dick in his zipper before. It
really is one advantage with being small. There just isn't anywhere near as
much risk in catching it like that.

Callum's face also shows relief, and a bit of pride knowing Manuel likes
him just the way he is. I can see Callum's envy still on his face at the
other boy's bigger dick, but for the first time he is really happy with his
own one. Callum's expression changes to one of shock, as Manuel slips his
hand down the front of Callum's togs and takes hold of his little
dickie. The move has caught him off-guard. He quickly recovers, and slides
his own hand into Manuel's speedos to get his own feel.

"I'll show you mine if I can see yours." Manuel says to Callum. Callum's
face instantly flushes red, as he is in a public swimming pool and getting
asked to show his little stiffie to a boy he has only just met. It defies
belief, and I don't think Callum will go through with it. It doesn't matter
whether he is or not, because I decide it is probably a good time to get
them to stop. I know it is only a boy's curiosity but there is still a time
and a place for that sort of activity. It isn't the right time or place, so
enough is enough.

"Look you two little perverts. I don't think you should keep doing what you
are doing. This isn't a good place for that sort of behaviour as there is
too many other people around." I say to them as quietly as possible. They
both jump a little because they don't realise that Pierre and I can hear
what they are saying, and now that they know they have been caught their
faces flush red because they are both a little ashamed at their behaviour.

"I'm sorry. It's just it is the first stiffie I have touched before... your
brothers dickie also looks really cute, so I want to see it all stiff
like." Manuel stammers clearly embarrassed at having been caught. He is
also getting a bit flustered in admitting he likes what my little brother
has to offer. I am really starting to wonder if this kid is gay, but he is
still really young so it is more likely curiosity. I don't care if he is
gay as I would be a hypocrite then. It's just that the kid's behaviour is
rather odd, especially given his age.

"I know your just curious and all, but this is a public swimming pool. Not
the sort of place you should be doing that in. I got an idea follow me." I
tell them. I then swim across to the other side of the pool and get
out. They all follow, Pierre included.

I have to swim to the other side of the pool because I need the shortest
route back to the changing rooms. I can't just walk around the pool,
because I still have a very embarrassing problem, which I didn't want to be
made public. This is the major reason I like to wear togs as opposed to the
briefs I have on now. I also know the two younger boys' have the same
thing, although Callum's togs will hide his little stiffie. I'm not sure
about Pierre, but I presume he is also still sporting a boner.

I make my way through the corridor and straight past the showers to where
the toilets are located. I then wait for the others to catch up, but I
don't need to as they are all still on my tail. We walk past the row of
porcelain urinals, and we enter the cubicle furthest from the entrance to
the changing rooms. Once we all cram in, Pierre who is last in closes the
door and locks it.

"Right this should be private and safe enough for you two." I tell them in
a hushed tone of voice. I don't really want to be here with them, but I
need to make sure they are safe, and that things don't get out of
hand. Especially after all the new information Callum received this
morning. I figure this is private enough for a bit of show and tell, but it
is nowhere near private enough for anything else.

The two younger boys' don't need the hint, because as soon as Pierre has
locked the door they both have their swimwear around their ankles and are
busy ogling each other. Manuel's stiffie is probably another half an inch
longer than his is soft, so in total he is a whopping 4 inches in
length. The other main difference between his and Callum's is it sticks up
pointing towards his bellybutton. His foreskin also fully retracts making
it look like it has been circumcised, exposing his maroon coloured acorn
shaped glans.

Callum's cute little dickie is still stiff and sticking out from his body
with his gleaming pink glans protruding out the end of his foreskin. I'm
quite impressed with Callum having no problem getting naked in front of
this boy, as his balls are starting to do their disappearing act due the
coolness of the toilets. But Callum doesn't try to hide it. Instead he
trusts his hips out a little showing his new found pride in his package.

"Well you've seen us. I think it's only fair we see yours too." Manuel
tells Pierre and me in a quiet voice.

Man this kid really is curious. I sigh knowing I won't get out of it,
Pierre also does the same. We both look at each other and peel our briefs
off our crotch down to our knees. Then we stand back up so that Manuel can
take a look. We are both still proudly sporting boners, but after a quick
glance Manuel takes no further notice. Instead he goes back to ogling my
little brother, before sticking out his hand and grabbing it. Callum gasps
at the contact, and reaches out to grab Manuel's bigger piece of meat
getting a gasp from him.

"Well, well, well, what have we got here? Four cute little boys with
boners. I can have some real fun with you." A man with a heavy English
accent says, causing us to jump in panic.

He is peering at us from over the top of the cubicle wall. Pierre pushes me
back into the corner, along with the two younger boys' and stands in front
of us. We are all terrified, and our bodies are shaking uncontrollably. I
start to cry as I have been here before, but under a different set of
circumstances. Callum clings to me for dear life. Even Manuel grabs hold of
me tightly. Both boys' are crying heavily, as they are scared beyond
reason. Pierre tries to keep his composure as he stands guarding us.

"Fuck off and leave us alone!" Pierre shouts at the man. His voice is
faltering as the fear gets the better of him. He still impresses me by
trying to stand up to this scary man, but the man doesn't seem to listen in
the slightest. In fact Pierre's resistance seems to egg him on.

"Well at least I know you speak English as that will make playing with you
lot so much easier." The man with the heavy English accent retorts. I can
tell that Pierre is starting to lose his nerve. He is still standing his
ground, but he is trembling uncontrollably in terror. He is going to try
and stay defiant as long as possible hoping that it might at least stall
the man long enough for help to arrive.

The man suddenly tries to climb the wall so that he can be in here with
us. We all cower as deep into the corner as possible. We had never expected
anything like this to happen. Pierre is losing his nerve and he backs up
closer to us to try to get as far from the man as possible. Just as the man
is about to scale the wall, a hand reaches around the man's shoulder and
pulls him backwards. The thud from the man hitting the toilet, and then the
ground is sickening. We all feel instant relief, and quickly pull up our
togs and escape from the toilet as quickly as we can.

We pretty much all run straight into Manuel's dads arms. Manuel latches
onto his father like his life depends upon it. Pierre, Callum and I do the
same thing as he has saved us from that evil man. He hugs us all even
though he doesn't know us. We are his son's friends as far as he is
concerned, so he treats us like that. We are all still trembling from
shock, and now in the comforting embrace of a loving adult we all continue
to cry. I don't know why but even though the man is a complete stranger I
still don't think anything of hugging him, there is just something about
him that makes me feel comfortable and safe with him.

"It's alright you are all safe now. I do have one question though, why were
you all in the same toilet cubicle?" Manuel's dad asks. He suspects he
already knows the answer, as he has noticed his son taking a real fancy to
other boys' penis's as of late. He was starting to worry that his son's
sudden fascination of male genitals may lead to trouble, but he never
expected this sort of thing to happen. He has always been more concerned
that Manuel might get beaten up after someone catching him looking at their
privates.

"Um... me and Callum decided we wanted... um... to... show our
stiffies. His brother and friend just came to try to keep us safe." Manuel
replies to his dad in a whisper, and then starts crying heavily again. He
made sure to make it sound like it was all his idea, and also that Pierre
and I had no part in it other than looking after them, which in some ways
is true but it was me who came up with the idea of using the toilets.

"It's alright, it's alright. I'm just so glad I got here in time." Manuel's
dad says, as he hugs us all. We are all still really shaken up by the whole
encounter. It had all been pretty innocent, just satisfying a boy's
curiosity is all it was supposed to have been. Nothing like what eventuated
was supposed to happen, or even crossed our minds. I mean who would ever
have thought such a thing would happen, because it is just one of those
things you take for granted I suppose, being safe while using the toilet I
just never thought it could be such a dangerous place.

"But how did you know something was going to happen?" I sob, after picking
up that the boy's dad must have known beforehand. I don't think anyone else
picked up on the subtle hint, but I did and I'm now curious as to whether
he had seen something that we missed.

"I saw the guy watching you four while you were playing around in the
pool. I didn't think too much of it, until he followed you lot when you
suddenly took off here. I figured that I had better follow him to make sure
he wasn't up to anything. I'm just so glad that I listened to my gut
instinct." Manuel's dad explains to us. We show him how much we appreciate
him watching over us by hugging him tighter.

While we are still in the hug with Manuel's dad a whole lot of other people
suddenly enter the toilet area. They are all dressed in uniforms. There are
two paramedics, and three police officers. The paramedics get to work
first, and they put the man on a stretcher before taking him out of the
place. He looks in a pretty bad way, as it looks like he hit his head bad
when he fell. I don't think any of us really feel sorry for him, because we
all know he was going to do stuff to us without even thinking about how we
may feel about it.

The police then want to have a word with us all about what has happened in
here. I really don't want to have to talk to the police, as I have done
enough of that to last me a lifetime. Pierre, Callum and Manuel also look
uncomfortable at having to talk with the police. I suppose it is to be
expected due to the nature of what led to this event taking place, not to
mention that the policemen look a little intimidating.

Manuel's dad comes to the rescue again, when he tells the cops that he will
tell them everything as long as we don't have to talk with them. They don't
really seem too thrilled at the idea, but agree on the basis that they get
all the information they require. Manuel's dad then releases us from his
embrace, and we reluctantly do the same. He tells us that he thinks we
should all get changed and to wait for him in the foyer, while he talks to
the police. Then they disappear to find somewhere private to talk.

We are all still shaking from the ordeal, but do as we are told. I take
Manuel's hand and we head back to the cubbyholes to get our respective
bags. Pierre takes Callum into the changing room and they head back into
the corner we were in when we first got changed. By the time I lead Manuel
back into the changing rooms, Callum has a tight hold on Pierre and is
bawling his eyes out. Manuel sees Callum crying and races over to my
brother to hug him. He starts crying as he embraces Callum in a hug.

Pierre releases Callum to allow Manuel to embrace my little brother. He
then embraces me once I get over to them and drop the bag. Pierre is still
shaking uncontrollably, and he is looking really petrified. For once I
think that I'm handling this the best, because all my emotions are back
under control, but I have had worse happen before, so this ordeal doesn't
seem too bad. I hug Pierre tightly as I feel him start to cry again.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to drag you into this mess." Manuel
blubbers to Callum. The poor boy is really feeling guilty about what
happened, as he thinks it is all his doing.

"Look Manuel it wasn't your fault. As your dad said that creepy guy was
watching us in the pool. He was just waiting for the chance to follow
us. It was never going to matter where we had gone he still would have
followed us there, so don't blame yourself for it." I tell Manuel. He seems
to listen but is too emotionally distraught to take enough notice.

"But it is my fault. If I hadn't wanted to see Callum's stiffie then none
of it would have happened." Manuel sobs in response. Reluctantly I release
Pierre, who is a lot more stable now, and go over to Manuel and hug him.

"Manuel, that doesn't matter. He would have followed us if we had come in
here to get changed. It was just coincidence he followed us to the toilets
as he didn't know that's where we were going." I tell him. This time he
seems to take note as to what I tell him.

"Thank you for saying that. I just wish that it never happened is all."
Manuel says. He has got his emotions back under control but is still
holding onto Callum as if their lives depend on it. Callum is still crying
but nowhere near as badly as he had been.

"It was nothing because as I said it wasn't your fault. You don't need to
thank me for that. Anyway lets hurry up and get changed so we can wait for
your dad." I say to Manuel, but imply to everyone else that we should all
get changed.

I unzip our bag and pull out our clothes. I sift through then sorting them
into groups and hand Pierre and Callum theirs. Well I put Callum's on the
bench seat by him, as he still hasn't let go of Manuel. Man mum would
really flip out if she saw Callum hugging a boy too. I giggle at the
thought, causing curious glances from everyone.

"Sorry, I was just looking at you hugging Manuel when a thought entered my
head. I was just thinking about how mum would react seeing you like that."
I say to Callum. He looks confused to start with, but then remembers how
badly mum had flipped out because of the way I am with Pierre. He giggles
too. Pierre is also chuckles at the thought. Manuel is left high and dry as
he doesn't know what the joke is about.

"Sorry Manuel it's sort of a private joke." I say to the boy
apologetically. He gives me the sweetest looking sad puppy dog face showing
his disappointment. I feel really sorry for him, as it did feel good to
laugh again, and the incident has temporarily been forgotten about.

"Ok, I let you in on it. My mum really went mad when she saw Pierre and me
hugging, so I was wondering how much more she would flip out if she saw you
and Callum hugging." I say to him. He doesn't laugh as the joke is long
gone, but also because he hasn't fully cottoned onto what I was implying by
it. I see a sudden change in his expression as he clicks. It goes from
confusion to curiosity.

"Are you two... um... you know... like going out and stuff?" Manuel asks
innocently. He doesn't want to use the proper word as he feels that we
aren't in the right place. Pierre and I nod our heads to confirm what he
asked. Manuel smiles a warm smile in reply.

"Cool, dad thinks that I am too coz I like looking at other boys' dickies
and stuff." He replies a little enthusiastically but still in a hushed
enough voice that no one else can hear. I had to try hard not to laugh
loudly hearing him say that. I mean he is still miles too young to have any
idea what sexuality he is. He just seems to be an extremely curious boy
that's all.

"Well if you are then cool, but I think you are too young to make any
decisions about that yet." I tell him. I don't think he really
listens. Either that or he just doesn't care.

"I'm not too young. Anyway I want to be, as boys look nicer than girls do."
He says to me. I decide not to say any more about it, as I will never win
against logic like that. I'm not too concerned, just a bit worried that he
is jumping the gun and deciding too early. But if he is happy then who is
to argue.

I think in Callum's case, he just likes Manuel because he makes him good
about himself and he is fun to play around with. What I mean to say is I
think Callum and Manuel could be really good friends, but I don't think it
will go beyond that. Not as far as Callum's concerned anyway.

I peel off my wet briefs in order to start getting changed. I notice that
Pierre hasn't moved as he is still thinking about what happened. He is
hugging himself and his body is still trembling. I go over to him before I
get changed, and peel his briefs off his wet sexy smooth frame. Pierre is
still in a trance with his feet planted firmly on the floor, making it
impossible to get his briefs off properly. I have to bring him back to
earth, so I hug him and stroke his back.

I take a quick look around and notice that no one is paying us any
attention. Manuel is not even looking at us. Instead he is too busy
stripping Callum's togs so that he can ogle my brother's package
again. Knowing that no one is even paying us the slightest bit of attention
I kiss Pierre. It feels so magical, and Pierre comes back to life
feverishly kissing me back intensifying the awesome feelings that I am
getting. It really does feel perfect kissing him, even if we are in some
changing rooms. The kiss just wipes everything from our minds, as all we
can think about is our love for each other.

"We going to take a shower before getting changed." Manuel says to us. We
break off our kiss in fright, but Manuel isn't concerned. He just grabs
Callum by the hand and pulls him along as they race to the showers. Both of
them are completely naked, which impresses me that Callum will walk right
through the changing rooms in front of a whole lot of people completely
naked, without a care in the world.

I reluctantly release Pierre and grab our towels, before following the two
younger boys' through to the showers. Pierre follows making sure that he
pulls off the briefs he is wearing properly so that he doesn't trip. The
showers are in a sort of cubicle type setup. Each cubicle contains four
showerheads, but they are all exposed at the corridor end as there isn't
even a curtain to pull across for privacy reasons. Despite the fact that
there are four showerheads in a cubicle, Manuel and Callum are both cramped
up under one.

Pierre and I take an individual shower each in the same cubicle. We know
that it is bad enough that we kissed in the changing rooms, so we figure it
best to play it safe and not shower together too. Each shower has its own
soap holder with a bar of locally made soap in it. Pierre and I make short
work of lathering up our bodies, and allowing the tumbling water to rinse
the soap off for us. Manuel and Callum are taking a lot longer because they
are cleaning each other.

They seem to spend most of their time cleaning each other's dicks, which
has them both sporting stiffies as a result. It is hard for me not to
spring a boner watching them, and looking a Pierre he has already lost that
battle. It is just so cute and innocent that it is impossible not to watch
them. Well it was cute and innocent, but Callum starts to get a little
carried away. He starts to properly play with Manuel's impressive dick,
he's doing it the same way that Pierre had shown him earlier in the
day. Manuel seems to be enjoying it, but I know that this has to stop.

"Right you two, you've been in here long enough. Time to get out and
changed. Now!" I say to them firmly. Callum senses my disapproval at what
he is doing so quickly let's go of Manuel's engorged prick and gets out of
the shower. He makes sure to give me a disappointed look on his way
past. Manuel quickly follows a little bemused at the whole thing.

Now that I have them back under control, Pierre and I also get out turning
off all the showers on our way. Callum and Manuel have left their shower
running as they got out too quick knowing they are in a bit of trouble, so
it is up to Pierre and me to turn theirs off too. I grab my towel and throw
Pierre his, and we both wrap our towels around our waists. Pierre sort of
has to, because he still has a stiffie which he doesn't want to be made
public. Thankfully I managed to somehow keep mine under control, so I don't
have the same problem.

The other two have run back to our bags completely naked showing the entire
world their little stiffies. I grab the towels I had bought over for them
to use and take them with me, as we head back to our bags. Once we get back
to our bags I throw Callum and Manuel their towels. They both give me a
sheepish look at having overlooked them. They were wondering where their
towels were as they searched through the bags for them. Well now they know.

This time I have no problems with them playing around, and we all quickly
dry off and change. Pierre and me pick up all our togs and towels and shove
them back into the bag. Manuel picks up his togs, wraps them up in his
towel and puts it in his bag. Now that we are all ready, we head back out
to the foyer to wait for Manuel's dad.

"Josh, Pierre, Callum, are you guy's alright? I heard what happened." Sarah
says frantically as we emerge from the changing rooms. She races over and
hugs all of us at once, Manuel included. Tears are trickling down her
cheeks as she feels bad at not being there to look out for us.

"Yeah we're alright. It was just a bit of a scare is all." I reply to
Sarah. I still struggle to believe how different my sister has become. I'm
glad for it, but I just hope it will last. Sarah reluctantly let's go of us
so that we can find a seat to sit on.

"I'm glad that nothing happened. Can I ask why you all had to use the
toilet at the same time?" Sarah asks. Her face is full of relief but I can
see the curiosity burning a hole in her. All of us flush red at the
question, and I almost choke on something.

"Um... I think it's better not to know." I stammer to my sister. She gives
me a puzzled look, but then sort of clicks about the nature of it. Her face
turns bright red, and her mouth drops open.

"You... you weren't... you weren't playing with... well you know?" She
stammers in total disbelief. She thinks that Pierre and I should know
better as it is, but to drag the other two with us is not something she
expected. She really does expect better of us, even if she knows that we
have just discovered new toys to play with.

"No, no no. It's not like that at all. Manuel and Callum got curious is
all." I say a little loudly, at having picked up on what she has been
thinking. I can't believe that she can think that I'm that irresponsible to
do that sort of thing in front of them. I mean even though we have only
just found out how to us our dicks properly we still know where the
boundaries lie.

"Oh... I see... I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions because I should trust
that you know better than that." She says, letting out a huge sigh of
relief. I don't think that she had really expected that to be the answer,
but she can see that it is true. What strikes her most is that she never
realised Callum is so curious as to what other little boys' have, but she
sort of presumes this new boy might have something to do with it. It sounds
like it was all innocent enough, and well boys' will be boys' she supposes.

We all take a seat in the foyer and sit in silence waiting for Manuel's dad
to come back. We are hoping that we don't have to answer any questions, but
I'm already resigned to the fact that we probably will. It seems to take an
eternity before Manuel's dad re-emerges, and is immediately embraced in a
loving hug by Manuel. He gives his son a strong loving hug back. They are
both crying, just happy to still be together, and most importantly that
nothing happened.

The cops come out not long after Manuel's dad. They don't need to question
us properly, but they still want a few details, like our names, which
country we are from, those sorts of things. They give us a funny look when
we tell them that as of yesterday Pierre is our brother, so we have to
explain a lot more about it. Well Sarah does most of the explaining as the
cops more ask her the questions than us because she is the oldest of us, so
they presume she will be more reliable in giving the answers. They then
tell us to try and stay safe, and then they leave.

"Do you lot need a lift back to your hotel?" Manuel's dad asks us after
releasing his son from his hug.

"Yeah that would be great. We will have to walk back to the hotel
otherwise. Mum didn't know how long she was going to be so told us that
once we have had enough swimming to walk back and she will meet us there."
Sarah replies happily to the man. We are relieved at the generous offer
because we don't fancy a walk in a strange town, especially after the scare
we just had.

Manuel's dad motions to us to follow him and heads off outside. We follow
closely behind and head back outside. Boy are we glad to be getting a ride
back to the hotel, because the weather has really packed it in now. There
are heavy squalls of rain blowing through on the back of a stiff cold
breeze. It is horrible, and we all quickly get wet and cold. We now run
after Manuel's dad trying to get to his car as quickly as possible.

Thankfully he has parked just on the other side of the road. The car is a
medium sized silver Peugeot hatchback. Manuel's dad fumbles with his keys
as he tries to unlock the doors in a hurry. He finally gets the doors
unlocked, so we quickly open the doors and pile into the dry interior of
the car. Manuel's dad starts up the car and we set off. After a short drive
we arrive back at the hotel and the man parks up.

"Right here we are. I'm going to have to come in with you as I think that
it is best that I tell your parents what happened." Manuel's dad says to us
as he un-belts himself. Manuel seems excited by the idea and so does
Callum. Pierre and I are a little nervous about what mum and François
are going to make of all this. But we don't argue because we know he is
right and they need to know.

We all scamper out of the car and make a hasty retreat back to the hotel
crashing through the wooden double doors at the entrance. The weather is
really nasty and we are all totally drenched by the time we make it
inside. I'm so cold that my whole body is shivering as a result but I can
see everyone else is in the same boat. We pile into the lifts and take it
up to the top floor, our floor.  Due to how wet we are and that I'm still
carrying the bag, we skip mum's room temporarily and head straight to our
room.

Sarah disappears into her room, so she can dry off and change out of her
soaking wet clothes. The rest of us head to Callum's and my
room. François still has the key to Pierre's room, so Pierre can't get a
change of clothes for himself. Thankfully I have clothes he can
wear. Callum and Manuel are about the same size so Callum lends him some of
his clothes. Unfortunately we can't help Manuel's father out as none of us
have any clothes which will come close to fitting him.

I dip into the bathroom and grab all the towels from the rack. As there are
only three towels I hand one to Manuel's dad. Callum and Manuel will have
to share one, like Pierre and me. Without a second thought all of us boys'
strip off our sodden clothing, and stand there naked. Pierre and Manuel
have the towels first leaving Callum and me just standing waiting our
turn. Well more to the point I am ogling Pierre as he dries himself. Callum
is just patiently waiting his turn not really paying attention to anything.

Unfortunately for Pierre he must sense me gazing longingly over his sexy
body, as his dickie starts to respond. By the time he finishes drying
himself, he has a full blown stiffie. Just seeing that makes me start to
get those tingly feelings in my crotch as my own dick starts to harden. We
aren't the only ones as Manuel's long prick is also starting to rise as he
watches Callum dry himself. Callum and Manuel's dad are the only ones not
erect.

I grab the towel off Pierre and proceed to dry myself. I don't really know
what it is about Manuel but he really does seem fascinated by my little
brother's dickie. He is standing there staring enviously at it. It is
almost like he wishes he has one that small, as opposed to the monster he
currently has. He even seems to be captivated by Callum's balls which due
to the cold wet weather are now hiding inside the warmth of his body. I'm
starting to think that Manuel isn't gay, but has problems with his own dick
so sort of wishes he had something a bit more like what my little brother
has.

Callum's curiosity has waned, as he doesn't seem too interested in what
Manuel has anymore. Well it's either that or he doesn't want to look
because Manuel's dad is in the room.  Instead he seems to be more
interested in drying off and getting changed into some warm dry clothes. He
goes to his bag and pulls out some clothes. Feeling a bit chilled still he
quickly pulls on some cobalt blue cotton jeans, and olive green tee,
followed with a grey thick woollen jersey.

Manuel looks on as Callum changes, but his disappointment as Callum pulls
on his jeans is obvious. Now with the item of his fascination hidden away,
he starts to change into the clothes Callum has pulled out for him. I start
to see his major problem when he pulls on the blue denim jeans Callum has
got for him to wear. His dick is still sticking out the fly as he does up
the top button due to wearing no undies, and he really has to ensure it's
tucked away properly, before zipping up. He seems to struggle to get it out
of the way of the zip, so it isn't a huge surprise that he has got it
caught a few times. He then puts on a plain yellow polo shirt and a forest
green quicksilver hoodie.

I give Pierre my grey track pants to put on along with a plain white tee,
and a black hoodie with a white mambo graphics design on the back. He
quickly changes and then proceeds to watch me as I dress. I pull on some
black denim jeans, a light blue tee which has a surfing picture on the
back, and a grey and white stripped cotton jersey.

Manuel's dad is sitting on the armchair as he waits for us to get
changed. He has the towel underneath him to protect the seat from getting
wet from his soaked clothing. Now that we are all finally ready he stands
up, and then follows us to mum's room. I knock loudly on the door when we
arrive outside her room, and then we wait.

We wait and wait and wait. No one answers. We had forgotten to look for the
van when we arrived back at the hotel. If we had paid attention we would
have noticed that it wasn't there. Eventually we give up waiting for mum to
answer the door, and figure out that she must not be back yet. We head back
to our room to try and find something to keep us occupied till mum gets
back.

With little to do we opt for the TV. The main problem with that idea is
only Manuel, his dad and Pierre understand what is being said because it's
all in French. Pierre and Manuel do try to translate for us, but it just
makes thing harder to understand so in the end they give up. Sarah comes in
and joins us. She has also taken a shower to help to warm up, which is why
she was gone so long.

Manuel and Callum are sitting on the single bed, while Pierre and I are on
the double. Manuel and Callum soon tire of watching TV and start wrestling
on the couch, much to the dismay of our sister who is worried that they
might damage something. They look harmless enough the way they are playing
so she doesn't think too much about it. Pierre and I giggle at the two
clowns wrestling away.

They must have heard us, as they stop wrestling, before leaping from the
bed and racing over to us and tackling us. Callum came straight after me,
leaving Manuel with only one other choice. We get caught totally unaware as
they jump on us. They quickly take control of the situation and have us
pinned, but we managed to squirm free. It is all on now. The four of us
wrestle like mad.

I manage to get Callum pinned, by sitting on his back and holding his arms
behind him. Pierre has a little more difficulty with Manuel, but eventually
manages to get him pinned the same way. We are all panting, and or faces
are red and sweaty from the struggle. Callum and Manuel both submit and
plead with us to let them go. Manuel's dad and Sarah are just sitting their
laughing at the two younger boys'.

I'm not prepared to let Callum go, as I know he will just try to get me
again. I'm not that stupid. I have another plan for him all together. Once
I have my breathing back under control I let go of Callum's arm. Still
straddling his back I reach down to his sides and tickle him. The response
is immediate as he squirms around like mad while laughing hysterically. He
jerks around violently like a bronco trying to buck me off.

Pierre sees me tickling Callum, so decides to do the same to
Manuel. Unfortunately for Pierre Manuel is resistant to his tickles, and
now with his arms free manages to turn the tables. Pierre on the other hand
is ticklish just like Callum, and Manuel quickly gets the upper
hand. Pierre writhes around desperately trying to free himself from the
torture. He is laughing uncontrollably. In fact he is laughing so hard his
side are getting sore. Tears are streaming from his eyes and down his
cheeks as a result.

I'm now caught in two minds. Do I continue the torture on my little
brother, or do I try to help my boyfriend out? It is a hard decision. If I
let Callum go then I know I will be in for it. Then again Pierre and I
verses Callum and Manuel. We should be able to win that match up
again. Sarah and Manuel's dad are laughing uncontrollably at our antics. I
think they are enjoying the free entertainment, as it has to be better than
the crap on TV.

I make up my mind and stop tickling Callum. I leap over and tackle an
unsuspecting Manuel. Pierre is now free, but so is Callum who jumps
straight on top of me making a three person sandwich. Pierre takes control
of Callum by tickling him, while I wrestle with Manuel. Even with how badly
Callum is fidgeting and laughing, he somehow manages to tickle Pierre at
the same time. They end up having a tickle fight.

It looks so funny watching them, as they are both in hysterics, and
writhing around like fishes out of water. Neither of them is going to give
up even though neither of them can see properly as their eyes are full with
tears. Their faces are bright red and they are sweating profusely from the
workout. Manuel is also sweating like a pig making it hard for me to get a
good grip on him. I continue wrestling with him determined to pin
him. After a long hard struggle I get him on his front and pull his arms
behind him, pinning him down.

"Pierre... please... stop... I gotta... pee." Callum manages to say as he
laughs his head off. Callum has stopped trying to tickle Pierre now as a
sign of surrender. Pierre decides to stop as well just encase Callum isn't
joking.

Callum isn't, and squirms himself free and gets off the bed. He runs over
to the bathroom door and stops dead before going in. He looks really
nervous, and is also starting to shake. I'm wondering what has got into him
as I have never seen this reaction from my little brother before.

"Josh... um... I'm scared, can you help me?" Callum asks me nervously. His
face flushes red as he is a little embarrassed by it. I'm not sure why he
has suddenly got scared to go to the toilet as he has never been this way
before.

"Why are you scared? You've been to the toilet heaps and never been scared
before." I say to Callum. He is still looking a bit on edge, indicating
that he is actually really spooked at the idea.

"I... I'm... I'm scared that man might try to get me again." He splutters,
and starts crying. `Shit' how could I forget about that? Now that I know
why he is scared I let Manuel go and get off the bed. I walk over to Callum
and give him a friendly hug before shepherding into the bathroom.

Sarah is really concerned with Callum's reaction, and so is everyone
else. Well everyone except Manuel, as he knows what Callum is going
through. The incident at the pool has taken a far bigger toll than any of
us realised. We just hope for Callum's sake that he can get over it
quickly.

Once in the bathroom I close and lock the door. I lead Callum over to the
toilet and lift up the seat. Callum's hands are shaking like crazy as he
fumbles with the tab of his zip. I can tell he is getting frustrated as he
can't get his fly undone. He really is a mess. I pull his hands away and
reach down and gently unzip his pants. Then I fish around in his fly until
I get hold of his little dickie which I pull out.

His little dick is stiff as a board from all the horseplay, and the
desperate need to pee. The one good thing is it means I don't have to pull
his foreskin back, as it has retracted enough by itself. I position Callum
so I can get his little boner pointing at the toilet bowl, and indicate to
him to pee. I feel his little dick swell up a bit as his pee erupts from
his pee slit, and gushes into the toilet. He lets out a long and audible
sigh of relief. He really must have needed to pee because the surge of pee
escaping his dick is enormous.

Slowly, but steadily the deluge of pee eases back to a steady stream, and
then to a trickle. At the same time his boner starts to slowly deflate. As
the trickle become little more than a few drops dribbling from his dick, I
shake off his tiny little pecker. Once the remaining drops have all gone I
tuck his little dickie away, and carefully zip up his pants. Then I walk
him over to the wash basin so he can wash his hands. Once he has done that
I guide him back to the door, unlock and open it before returning through
to the main room.

"Daddy... can you help me too please, as I'm scared as well." Manuel says
as we re-enter the room. He looks just as nervous as what Callum was, and I
can tell that the two younger boys' really haven't handled the incident at
the pool very well. Manuel's dad just sighs, but gets off his chair and
helps his son on his way to the toilet.

"Oh shit... oh no, no no." Manuel cries. Unfortunately Manuel doesn't make
it. He stops halfway to the toilet and shudders. I see a wet patch forming
in Manuel's pants. It spreads down the legs, and starts to pool on the
carpet. His face turns bright red, and his mouth starts to tremble. He is
mortified by what he has done and he is starting to sob. I let go of Callum
and quickly locate the closest towel, and take it over to where Manuel's
pee is pooling on the floor.

"Shit, how long have you been holding on for?" Manuel's dad asks his son
with a huge element of concern in his voice. He looks really worried now
because he knows that his son must have been holding on for ages. I quickly
clean up the pee at his feet before it soaks into the carpet too much. I
really feel sorry for the boy, but certain things take priority. I don't
mean to make him feel humiliated by cleaning up his pee, but we are only
renting this room so we have to take care of it.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I was too embarrassed to ask someone to help... until
Callum did so first... I've been holding on since we left the pool... I'm
really sorry." Manuel snivels. He feels so degraded from pissing his pants,
and starts to bawl his eyes out. His dad quickly hugs him to try to calm
him down.

"Look it isn't your fault. We should have made sure you and Callum were
alright. I'm not mad at you so don't feel ashamed. It was an accident. We
have all had one of those before." I say to Manuel then I stand and give
him a hug as well. He starts to calm down knowing that I'm not mad at
him. He is still blubbering away, but not bawling his eyes out like he was
before.

"Come on let's get you out of these pants and cleaned up... Callum, can you
find Manuel something else to wear?" I say. Manuel doesn't even wait to get
into the bathroom and starts to unbutton his pants. He figures that seeing
as he peed himself that he should just strip here, as he has already
embarrassed himself enough. I also think he is punishing himself for it
too, which alarms me immensely. It really wasn't his fault, as I do
understand how he is feeling. It was just an unfortunate accident, nothing
to beat himself up over.

"Look you don't have to get unchanged here. Why don't you wait until we are
in the bathroom? I understand that you feel bad for it, but shit happens. I
have had more accidents they I would like to count, so don't worry about
one tiny little one." I say to Manuel sincerely. He looks at me and sees
that I am genuine with what I tell him. He gives me a weak smile. His eyes
are red from crying but the tears have stopped.

I can tell from the inquisitive look on Manuel's face that I have some more
explaining to do. I think he is scared of embarrassing me so doesn't ask me
anything with everyone else around. Callum has grabbed some blue denim
jeans from his bag, and bought them over. I take them off Callum and thank
him, then release Manuel from my hug.

"I'll take care of him, you go relax." I tell his dad. He gives me a funny
look, as he isn't sure why I want to help his son out. I think he does
trust me, but it just seems odd to him.

"I think he wants to ask me some stuff." I whisper to him in his ear. He
just nods his understanding, and releases his son from his hug. He then
goes back over to the armchair and sits down.

I lead Manuel into the bathroom. He has to hold his pants up as he had
completely undone them before I told him not to. Once in the bathroom I
close and lock the door then put his clean jeans on the ground, while
Manuel lets his pants drop to the floor. I then start the shower going and
adjust the temperature as Manuel removes all of his clothes. He stands
there completely naked waiting for me. His elongated thin dick is swaying
with the movements of his body making it hard for me not to stare, because
I really haven't seen something so big on someone so small before.

His is looking nervous and trembling as a result. He is still uncomfortable
being in the bathroom after the incident earlier today, but he is also
nervous about what he wants to ask me. I'm happy that I have the shower set
right so motion for Manuel to get in. I figure due to how nervous he is
that I had better join him so strip off my clothes, grab some soap and get
in with him. It feels strange to be in the shower with a boy who isn't
either Pierre or my brother.

"Were you telling me the truth before... you know about having had lots of
accidents?" Manuel asks me really nervously. He is looking at the floor as
he still feels ashamed at having wet himself. I stand in front of him. I
then put my hand under his chin and tenderly lift his head so that he is
looking at me.

"Look I would not lie to you about something like that. Yes I have wet
myself lots of times. Like you, it is because I got scared. The only
difference is the reason for being scared. I get scared when I'm alone with
a man, because of stuff my dad did to me. If I get left alone with a man I
tend to pee myself, so you see your little accident is nothing to be
embarrassed about." I say to him. I can see a sad look come across his face
as I tell him that my dad is the reason I pee myself. He is thinking about
asking me more, but I think he is too scared to find out.

"Thank you for being so understanding, and for telling me your secrets. I
am sorry for wetting myself, but because of you I now realise that I
shouldn't be too embarrassed by it. I really wish that guy hadn't scared me
so much though, because I wouldn't have done it then." He replies with a
little smile on his face. He is still a little nervous and scared, but I
think he will relax after I clean him.

"You could look at it another way. Instead of wishing the guy hadn't made
you scared, you could be grateful because it has given you more time to
spend with us." I say to him. I can see the gears churning away in his head
as he tries to grasp the concept of what I have just said to him.

"Yeah you're right! That is such a good way to look at it. If it hadn't
been for that man then we would have gone back home, instead of coming
here. Thank you again, you have some awesome advice!" Manuel exclaims to
me. He is still tense but I can see that he is coming round, and he has
left me brimming in pride from what he said to me. I decide now to start to
clean him up.

I don't spend a lot of time cleaning his upper half as that isn't the area
which needs cleaning. I only really clean his shoulders, so I can massage
his tension away. It works as I feel his shoulders start to relax. As I
move over the rest of his silky smooth torso he seems to melt in my
hands. I feel a little guilty giving Manuel so much attention, but I think
the boy deserves it, because he really has been through a lot. His body is
pale white from lack of sun, but glistens pleasantly under the water
gushing over him. His skin is soft and smooth and feels really nice under
my hands, but it isn't the same as Pierre's.

"Do you think Callum likes me?" Manuel asks as I start to clean around his
crotch. I'm a little surprised by the question, as I thought I had got
through to him about his accident.

"Of course Callum still likes you. He isn't the type of person to let
something like that get in the way of a friendship." I state to him. I know
that Callum won't think anything of it because he has put up with me doing
things like that all his life. He is a sweet and caring boy who won't bring
up anything embarrassing with anyone.

"No, that's not what I mean. Do you think he likes me... well you know?" He
replies a little flustered. I now see what he is meaning, but I don't quite
know what to say. The question has really caught me off guard and I'm not
sure he will like the answer. I have stopped washing him as we have this
little conversation.

"Look, I don't know how much Callum likes you. To be honest I think he is
too young to know himself. I think you are jumping to conclusions too. I'm
not saying I have a problem with it, but I don't want to see you ruin your
life over a young fascination. What I'm saying is just enjoy being a kid
and do whatever you want, and as you grow up you will know whether you like
boys or not. I think at this stage you are just curious, probably a little
more than most boys' of your age, but there is nothing wrong with that." I
tell Manuel. He listens intently and I can see that he is taking everything
I tell him on board.

"Oh, you really think that I could ruin my life over this. But how, as you
like boys' and you seem happy?" He says a little confused. I sigh knowing
this could take a little while, but I am happy to help him out as he really
is a loveable kid.

"Yeah, me and Pierre are happy, but when we go back to school we are going
to have to act differently. You see a lot of kids don't like people like me
and Pierre so pick on them. They can make life a living hell if you're not
careful. This is why I don't want you to decide too early, as if it does
turn out to be true you are going to have to be very careful who you
tell. Just remember that just because you call someone your friend doesn't
mean that they are going to still like you if you are indeed gay. So just
be careful, and just enjoy not worrying about it as you will know soon
enough." I tell him. He gives me a concerned look, because I really don't
think he realises how other people tend to react to it.

"Thank you for explaining that to me. I will do as you say and not worry
about it, as I don't want to get hurt or anything. I hope you and Pierre
don't get hurt too, because I would be sad to hear that. You have really
been so good to me, and I really love you for it. I have never met anyone
as friendly as you, Pierre and specially Callum." He says and gives me a
big hug. I see tears running from his smiling blazing blue eyes showing me
just how appreciative he is. I hug him back to show him that I really do
care about him, but I think he already knows that.

"Come on let finish getting you all squeaky clean as we have been in here
for ages." I tell him and we both release each other from our little
hug. His face has a big smile on it again, much like the smile that was on
his face when Callum said that he wanted to play with him. I really am glad
to see him so happy again.

I gently take hold of his thin long snake and lather it up with soap. I
still can't believe how big this little boy is, but as I soap him up the
disadvantages to his size become evident. He has a couple of scars on his
dick as a result of getting it caught in his zipper. I wince at seeing them
up close, as I can picture how painful it must have been for him. His is
already starting to bone up as a result of me cleaning his dick, and by the
time I have pulled his foreskin back his has a full blown stiffie, which
makes pulling his foreskin back pointless because it retracts fully by
itself.

He gasps rather loudly as I gently massage his maroon colour acorn shaped
glans. His glans are shimmering under the light, especially with the way
the water cascades over it from the shower. It really looks nice, but yet
again I prefer Pierre's much more.  Again I am intrigued by the way a stiff
dick feels in my hands. The soft sponginess of the glans, compared to the
hard but suppleness of his engorged shaft. It really does feel cool in my
hand as I gently caress it getting a good feel.

As I continue to toy with his hard dick as I lather it up with soap,
Manuel's breathing starts to become hampered. He starts to moan quite
loudly making me think that I had hurt him. I take one look at his face and
no that his isn't hurt, but it also tells me to stop. His eyes are closed,
but his face is full of euphoric bliss. Without realising it I have been
giving him those really awesome feelings from playing with his dick. As
much as I would like to let Manuel experience his first orgasm, I am
starting to feel guilty remembering about Pierre.

I let go of Manuel's dick, and gently soap up his little ball sack. They
are a little bigger than Callum's but still smaller than mine or
Pierre's. His ball bag feels silky smooth but so delicate in my hands. It
is also remarkably light, almost as light as a feather. But then again mine
don't weigh much either, but they still feel heavier than Manuel's. Even
Callum's tiny balls seem to feel a little heavier, when they are out in the
open anyway. I finish cleaning his sack and quickly scrub down his legs. He
is like me, as he has just the faintest trace of translucent little boy
hairs on the backs of his legs.

"All done! Let's get out and dressed so we can head back to the others." I
tell Manuel. He looks a little disappointed, because he has really been
enjoying the special attention he has been receiving. It is the first time
he has had someone pander him so lovingly, and he really doesn't want it to
end. He sighs knowing that it has come to an end like all good things do.

"Thank you so much! I have never had anyone make me feel as special as you
have. I'm really glad that I met you as you are the best!" Manuel
exclaims. He then latches onto me in a tight hug. The hug is so tight that
I can feel his rock hard dick digging into me, but I still hug him back.

"It is no problem. You are a special little guy, and I'm just glad I made
you happy." I whisper in his ear, and get squeezed tighter in response. I
feel all warm and bubbly inside knowing he really appreciates what I have
done for him. It really is an awesome feeling.

After a long moment Manuel finally releases me from his hug. I feel a
little disappointed as his hug really does feel nice, and I know that he
enjoys it as much as me. I release him to but reluctantly. Manuel now free
gets out of the shower and scopes around for a towel. I turn off the shower
and get out. It is now that I realise that we had forgotten to bring a
towel in with us. I can now hear talking coming from the bedroom.

It is Sarah and she seems to be explaining to Manuel's dad what I have been
through because of dad. Her voice is muffled due to the wall in-between us,
but I can still work out what she is saying. Hearing that baffles me a
little, because I am wondering why Sarah has decided to tell the boys dad
that information. Knowing that we need a towel I unlock the door and open
it a crack.

"Psst, Pierre... can you get us a towel." I call out as quietly as I can,
but still loud enough that Pierre can hear me. Of course everyone else
hears too, as they all suddenly looked over to me in the bathroom
door. Even though I am standing behind the door I still feel completely
exposed, from all the gazing eyes. As a result I instinctively try to hide
myself further behind the door. I really don't know why as everyone in the
room has already seen me naked recently.

Pierre doesn't move, but I have to. I have to leap away from the door as it
suddenly crashes open. Callum a little too enthusiastically has grabbed a
towel and rushed to us in the bathroom. He had only meant to gently open
the door but his eagerness engulfed him and he put a little too much power
into his push. He gives me a sheepish look as the door flies open leaving
Manuel and I completely exposed to everyone in the room. I feel my face
flush red.

Callum's expression turns from sheepish to shocked and then to ashamed at
himself. If I feel bad then Manuel must feel even worse. Callum has
inadvertently exposed Manuel to everyone in the room, but what is worse for
the little boy is he is still sporting a big stiffie. Manuel flushes red
from head to toe, especially since he can see my sister clearly through the
wide open door. Being seen by a girl with a stiffie is the ultimate shame
for the little boy. Sarah is just as embarrassed as Manuel, as her face
quickly turns bright red, although she really is amazed at how big the
little boy is.

I hear Manuel start to sniffle. He is completely mortified by being seen
with a full blown boner, especially by my sister. His stiffie has quickly
deflated as a result of the humiliation he is feeling. Tears are starting
to roll from his eyes and drip down his cheeks. I totally forget about my
embarrassment. In fact I now start to remember much more embarrassing
situations that I have been in. I go back over to Manuel and give him a
hug.

"Come on Manuel it's not that bad. In fact I have had it worse. I had an
accident a couple of months ago and my sister had to clean me up. You can
imagine how embarrassing that was for me when I found out." I whisper to
Manuel. His red tear stained eyes look up at me. He wants to believe me but
it sounds too phoney.

"Did she really have to clean you up? Why didn't you do it yourself? I hope
you're not telling tales." Manuel says defensively to me. He says it a
little loudly but I don't care. Sarah instantly knows what I have said to
the boy, and I think Callum knows too. Pierre and Manuel's dad don't know
of that particular incident, but Sarah has told the man about my panic
attacks.

"Look, have I lied to you yet? Yes Sarah did have to clean me up. I was
unconscious at the time. You see I get severe panic attacks and as a result
I loose complete control of my body." I tell him honestly. He has stopped
crying, but now has a really concerned look on his face. He doesn't
understand what could cause me to have such bad attacks, as it just sounds
implausible.

He stands there mulling over what I have told him. He wants to ask me more
but is scared. I release him from my embrace and take the towel off Callum
who is still standing there holding it. I wrap Manuel up in the towel and
lead him through to the bedroom. He is still deep in thought as I sit him
down on the bed. Callum gets our clothes and brings them through to us. I
can't believe that after feeling so humiliated before at being seen naked,
I am still nude and in front of everyone.

"Josh what happened? I mean if you want to tell me, but I want to
understand why you have such bad things happen." Manuel asks nervously. I'm
not sure how to answer him as I really don't want to scare him. I start to
dry myself off and then get dressed as I contemplate what he has asked
me. Manuel is getting helped by his dad to get changed.

"Manuel, I think it would be best if I told you what happened, as it is
hard on Josh to explain it." Sarah says sincerely. I breathe a big sigh of
relief at getting out of it. I'm not scared of my reaction it is more
worried about saying the wrong thing to him and upsetting him. My sister
knows how to handle it a lot better than I do. Once Manuel and I have got
dressed, Manuel's dad motions for me to follow him and heads out of the
room. I sneak out after him wondering what he wants.

"I want to thank you. I heard what you said to Manuel while you were in
the..."

"Shit I forgot that the walls aren't soundproof." I say out loud,
accidently interrupting the man. I had really only meant to think it but
due to the nature of the conversations we were having it is really
humiliating to know he heard us. I feel totally embarrassed now, and I can
feel my face turning bright red.

"Look, don't be embarrassed. What you have done has helped heaps. You have
also saved me from a conversation that I have been meaning to have with
him, but always been too scared to bring up. He seems to listen to you, and
I can tell that he really looks up to you. I also think you are a special
person because of the way you have taken my son under your wing, like he is
your own brother. Not many people would do that, and especially for
embarrassing one on one chats with someone so young who you hardly know."
Manuel's dad says sincerely to me.

His voice is full of praise making me totally forget my initial
embarrassment. The pride he is showing me quickly rubs off and I start to
radiate out the self-satisfaction that I'm feeling. I really am feeling
smug, as much as I try not to. It is just so pleasing to hear such praise
given from an adult. I haven't experienced a lot of that.

"It really was nothing. I have had similar conversations with Callum, so
I'm sort of used to it. Manuel needed to get some things off his chest and
I was willing to help him. Manuel has helped me out a lot too, especially
with a couple of issues surrounding Callum. I'm just thankful we met him,
as he really is a sweet boy, and he and Callum really look good together."
I tell him from the bottom of my heart.

Manuel really has helped me out with Callum in a huge way, as for the first
time in as long as I can remember Callum is actually happy with his
body. The only thing I really did for Manuel was explain things properly
too him, and it helps that I have some experience in what I was talking
about. I also warned him of some pitfalls too in order to try and protect
him from harm. I suppose I do look at the little bugger a little like
another brother, but he really does rub off on you in that sort of way.

"I also want to tell you how sorry I am to hear what you have had to put up
with. No boy deserves what you have been through. The only good thing that
seems to have come from it is Callum, as he really does look up to you. He
idolises you more than I think you realise. I suppose technically another
good thing to have come from your horrible past is Pierre. Your sister
explained, along with Pierre how you two came to be together. It is a
really unbelievable story." He tells me, and then embraces me in a big
fatherly hug.

Oh how I miss this feeling. I latch onto the dad as tightly as I can. It
has been too long since my dad hugged me so lovingly that I have almost
forgotten how it feels. Manuel's dad must have sensed this as he continues
to just hold me in the embrace. I can feel the love of a father emanate
from him, which causes me to weep with happiness. I had never imagined this
trip to France would be so meaningful. The whole objective was to get
Pierre and take him back to New Zealand, but now I seem to be growing my
family. First it is François, and now Manuel and his dad. I'm so happy
with my makeshift family.

I cling to him for ages. I really don't want to let him go, because he
reminds me of the love my dad used to show me. I have long since forgotten
my dad actually loving me, but at one stage he did. Now I have found
another father, but this time I know he won't do anything to hurt me. I
feel safe in his arms, and I wish I could be with him forever. Reluctantly
I realise that we have been out here for ages, and the others must be
starting to worry about us, so I release Manuel's dad from my embrace. He
does the same, and then we walk back through to my room.

Manuel has a tight hold on Callum as we enter the room. It looks like he
has been crying again, but this time it is Callum who comforts him. Manuel
sees me as I enter the room again, and releases Callum from his hug, gets
off the bed and races over to me and latches onto me for dear life. He
starts crying again, leaving me wondering what has got him so emotional. I
have forgotten that Sarah has explained to Manuel what my dad had done to
me, so I don't have a clue as to what has got into the boy.

"I'm so sorry to hear what your dad did. I feel really bad for you." Manuel
eventually blubbers. Tears are still streaming from his eyes and rolling
down his cheeks before splattering on the floor. I try to wipe away his
tears with my hand, but they are quickly replaced by fresh ones. I smile a
friendly smile and caress his forehead.

"Thank you, but it happened a long time ago now. I have also found lots of
great people who have helped me get over it. You don't need to feel sorry
for me, because if it hadn't happened then I would never have met you." I
tell Manuel. He gives me a really confused look, but he still hasn't
stopped crying.

"But how did what your daddy do to you help you meet me?" Manuel asks
totally bewildered by the idea. I know it is a long story to tell so I try
to think of an abbreviated version which he will understand. It isn't easy
to come up with but I think I know what to say.

"Well let's put it this way. If dad hadn't done those things to me then he
would never have got arrested. Then I would never have moved to the town
where I rescued Pierre. If I had never met Pierre then I would never have
come to France and met you." I reply. He now realises what I mean, and I
see him give me a big smile. He finally stops crying, but hugs me even
tighter.

"I'm so glad that I met you... and Callum and Pierre. You have all been
really awesome. You especially, I always wanted an older brother and now I
have you. Your better than I ever imagined an older brother to be." He
tells me. His voice shows me that he is talking with his whole heart behind
it. He means every word that he says. I hug him tight, and plant a little
peck on his forehead.

"I would be honoured to have another little brother, and you are just the
special person who fits." I tell him sweetly. Callum is still my most
special brother, but I still have enough room in my heart for the sweet
little boy who is currently latched onto me. He gives me another warm
smile, and then kisses me on the cheek.

"Thank you." He says. He then releases me and goes back over to Callum who
hugs him tightly. Now free from Manuel I head over and sit beside my sexy
French boyfriend. Manuel's dad heads over to the armchair and sits back
down with a huge smile on his face. He really can't believe what has
happened today, but he is really grateful for it because he hasn't seen his
son this happy and loved ever.

"Welcome to the family, little brother." Callum says to him happily, but
also puts Manuel in his place by making sure he knows that he is the
littlest brother. Manuel just hugs Callum really tightly. He is thrilled
that Callum hasn't been offended by the thought. I am sort of glad too,
because I automatically presumed that Callum would be happy to call Manuel
a brother, so I am relieved to be right.

"Ow man, I now got four snot nosed little brothers, when do I get a
sister?" Sarah says mockingly. We just all poke our tongues out at her, and
then laugh.

Sarah has a big smile on her face as she is starting to get used to the way
I keep adding to our family and she really does like Manuel. She is a bit
worried that the only reason I'm doing it is to try and replace my dad, but
for me that isn't the reason. There is just something about Manuel, and he
really does feel like a brother. She gets off her seat and heads over to
Manuel and Callum. She ruffles Manuel's hair.

"You really are lucky. You have the most loving, caring brothers, even if
two of your brothers are husband and wife." Sarah says to Manuel. Manuel
and Callum crack up laughing at my sisters dig at me and Pierre.

"Hey that's not fair!" I say pretending to be hurt by what she said. Sarah
just pokes her tongue out at me, but she has a big smile across her face. I
am really glad to have a sister again. I had hated it when we were both at
each other's throats, but I still wonder as to whole long this will
last. I'm not scared of us going back to hating each other, but we have
never been as close as we are at the moment. I am worried that we will
drift back to just being a brother and sister who tolerate each other.

For the moment I'm just going to enjoy almost having a full family. I wish
that mum could set aside her differences and be happy for me and Pierre. I
know that will never happen. She may somewhat accept our relationship
because she can't do anything about it, but she will never approve of
us. It does upset me, because I know it is just going to create a constant
source of tension between us. I should be used to that because we haven't
totally agreed with each other for years, but it is different now as I have
pretty much forgiven mum for her screw ups. I should probably tell her that
one day too.

Sarah returns to the spare armchair, and we all sit around chatting. The
conversations aren't too serious just friendly mindless chatter. With so
many young boys' in the room the conversations get rather loud and
animated, and we are constantly getting told to quieten back down by the
older two. It really is nice just sitting round and talking about nothing
too important, as it's a good way to get to know everyone a little better.

While we continue to aimless talk about random stuff, I become aware of a
presence at the door. François is standing there, he smiles but is a
little surprised to see so many people in the room. If he is here then it
means mum must be too. I can see Callum and Manuel suddenly looking really
nervous, and I'm feeling the same way too. Manuel's dad is now going to
want to tell mum about the incident at the pool, and none of us want her to
know the full story as we are scared of the potential backlash.

"Hello... um... your mum is back so when you're ready she wants to see you
in her room." François says to us. He is a little unsure as to why we
have company, but doesn't say anything about it.

"Ok we will be through shortly. Oh by the way this is Manuel, and his
dad. We meet them at the pool." I tell François, and introduce our
visitors. I don't tell him any more than that as I know it is all going to
come out soon, which I'm really starting to feel uncomfortable about.

"Hi, I'm François... um... I will see you when you come through to your
mum's room." François says and quickly turns around and disappears. I'm
not sure why he felt he had to leave so quickly, but I wonder if he thought
he was intruding or something. Either way I am really surprised by his
reaction.

"Do you really have to tell mum what happened?" Callum asks Manuel's dad as
soon as François has gone. His voice sounds really scared and nervous
because he doesn't want mum to know what he and Manuel had been up to. I
don't blame him as mum seems to really freak out at anything that can be
seen as being gay.

"Look don't worry about it. I won't tell her all the details as I know it
will be really embarrassing for all of you. I'm sure your sister will back
me up as well. Manuel's dad says with a hushed voice just encase mum or
François are close by. Sarah nods her head indicating to us that she is
happy to go along with Manuel's dad with anything he says. We all feel a
little more relaxed knowing mum won't know the full story, but we are still
really nervous just the same.

Half-heartedly we get up. We all take a big long stretch to try to draw out
heading to mum's room. Manuel's dad doesn't try to hurry us, because he
realises how much we don't want mum to know what happened today. I sigh
deeply as I know the moment of truth is upon us, and that I can't draw it
out any more than I already have. The other's I think have come to the same
conclusion but are waiting for me to take the lead. I figure it's now or
never, and start to trudge off to mum's room.

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