Date: Sun, 12 May 2013 11:13:02 +1200
From: bob charles <pennywise3636@gmail.com>
Subject: Washed Up (Gay / Young friends) chapter 2

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 2:

"Callum, Josh, did you know that someone had taken your photo? Because it's
on the front page of the Northland Times." Mum suddenly yells to us. We all
wake up with a start. Mums voice has a huge element of panic in it. I
slowly come back to life, and start to comprehend what she has just said. I
look over at Callum, and he has the same look of horror on his face, as I
do.

"Oh shit! This isn't good. How the hell did that happen?" Callum and I
say. We are now really worried. Pierre gave us a confused look, as he
thought that it should have been a good thing. I know that we are going to
have to tell him what having the picture in the paper really means.

***

I suddenly come back to reality, as I felt the car come to a stop. I'm
feeling really groggy, almost like I have just woken up. I suppose in a lot
of ways I have. As my eyes start to focus again, I take a look around. We
have stopped outside some public toilets in Kerikeri. Mum must need to go
to the toilet, I think to myself. Sure enough mum un-belts herself, and
gets out of the car. Then she pretty much runs into the women's toilet.

************

While mum is using the toilet, I pull the newspaper article from my pocket,
where I had put it during the mad rush to go. Again I take a long look at
it, wondering just how such a simple article could have been so life
changing. To most people it would mean nothing, but to me it is totally the
opposite. It represents the best and worst of my life. I can feel the tears
welling up in my eyes again, so decide that I should put it away, or I will
just end up crying again. Mum won't understand, as she doesn't understand
anything about me. So I really can't break down crying as I will be on my
own.

Callum is fast asleep in the seat beside me. I really can't believe how
easily he falls asleep. The main problem is that he can't help me with my
misery. Well not till he wakes up again. I won't wake him either, as it
would be a selfish thing to do. I put the newspaper article back in my
pocket. Then I wipe the tears from my eyes, and try to hide my face as much
as possible. Mum comes back to the car moments later, and gets back in. She
quickly belts herself in, and we drive off again. I stare back into space,
and start reminiscing again.

***

I am lying there still on the mattress, my arms still wrapped around Pierre
naked torso. Neither Mum nor Callum say anything about it. We have more
pressing issues on our minds at the moment. My mind is racing. Yet again I
know that my life is going to get turned upside down. Callum doesn't know
what the real threat is, as mum and I decided it best that he doesn't
know. He still knows that it is really bad news. Pierre on the other hand
has no idea what the implications are.

"But isn't it a good thing getting your photo in the paper considering what
you did?" Pierre asks. He can't understand how under any circumstance
having our photo in the paper is such a bad thing. He knows that the
headline above it will be calling us heroes. What can be so wrong with
that? He wonders. He really doesn't have a clue as to what he has got
himself mixed up in.

"No. I mean yes it usually is a good thing. For us though it is really bad
news. We are under witness protection, because we have had some major
threats made to us." I say. My voice is wavering as I am struggling to
control my emotions. Having our photo in the paper has made us a target
again, as long as we are still here anyway. I am shit scared as it's not
the first time that I've feared for my life. I had been really hoping that
it was all behind us. But of course someone has to screw things up for me.

Pierre is now looking worried too. It is not what he had expected to
hear. He doesn't ask us anymore about it, as it isn't the right time. He
knows that, and also knows when the time is right I will tell him what it's
all about. But for now he is just worried about our safety. I am starting
to tremble as the fear kicks in. Pierre feels me trembling so rolls over
and hugs me. Strangely I feel a lot safer in his embrace, and my trembling
eases to nothing more than a little shiver.

Callum is sitting up on his bed. He has a petrified look on his face, as
even though he hasn't been told what the threats are, he instinctively
knows that they are serious. He sort of figures that our lives are at
stake, but why and from whom? He doesn't have a clue. He really wishes that
mum and I would tell him more about it, but he does know that we haven't
told him in order to protect him. The threats are made against mum and me,
as far as we know Callum isn't included. We want it to stay that way too.

I reach up and rip the paper from mum's hands and look at it. Sure enough
there is a big picture of Callum, Pierre an I. Pierre is still in his
hospital gown, and it looks like we are all standing at the main entrance
waiting for mum. It must have been while mum was arguing with the
receptionist to allow us to take Pierre home in the hospital
gown. Underneath the picture is a short article about what had happened. It
names the town we live in, as that's where the rescue took place, but
thankfully our names aren't in the article as the reporter didn't know
them. But even without our names the damage has already been done by the
quarter page photo of us.

Mum leaves the room, and rushes through to the lounge to get the phone. She
talks for about quarter of an hour. When she comes back there is obvious
relief on her face. The authorities feel that we are under no immediate
threat. The person who has made the threats is still in prison, and he
isn't seen to be very popular there. There is no chance that he has hired
someone on the outside, to follow through on the threats for him. So for
the mean time we are going to stay here. But now we are going to be in a
position where we may have to drop everything and run, at the drop of a
hat. Mum also tells us that they were going to beef up surveillance around
the area, so that they know exactly who comes into town, and who leaves.

Mum also explains to us how our photo came to be in the paper, and also why
we never got interviewed. It turns out that our protection guys had put a
stop to the reporter trying to interview us in order to protect our
identity. He also had the cameraman delete all the photos that he had
taken. Turns out that the agent hadn't done his job properly as he didn't
physically check the camera to ensure all images had been deleted. So now
because of his faux pas we have our picture in the paper. We always have
someone watching us when we leave town, but due to there only being one way
into our little town we never see them here. The only time we do see them
in town is when they come to brief us on any developments.

It is going to be a bit stressful being under a constant state of alert. We
should in theory, be safe for at least another 6 years. But the person who
made the threat against us is currently appealing his sentence. If he gets
what he wants, then he could be out in 6 months. Then we will have to move
straight away. But there is always the constant threat of him escaping from
prison, but we have always tried not to think about that scenario. Just
mentioning the scenario sends shivers down my spine.

We are all feeling a lot more relieved at what mum has told us. I start to
relax again. Pierre suddenly realises that he has an embarrassing
problem. He's had it since he has woken up, but has only just noticed his
problem now. He has a massive piss boner. I haven't noticed his problem,
because of how he is lying. I did notice that he is starting to squirm
around. He is getting desperate to pee.

He can't hold it anymore, and leaps up, and off the mattress. He quickly
covers his boner as he stands up. Then he rushes out of the room, almost
pushing mum out of the way, as he runs towards the toilet. I giggle as I
know that he is desperate to pee, but I didn't understand why all of a
sudden he has covered himself up. I have never had a piss boner. I don't
even know one exists, so I have no clue why Pierre has suddenly decided to
cover his privates. Strangely I have never even seen Callum with one,
although I have seen him with a stiffie before.

Mum is looking really confused, well until she hears the toilet flush. Then
she knows exactly what has got into the boy. Unfortunately for Pierre she
also knows why he has covered himself up, as she has seen Callum in the
same state a couple of times when he is desperate for a pee. Callum is
giggling too, as he knows everything that is going on. He has the same
problem, but at least he has PJ's on to cover it. Once Callum hears the
toilet flush he hops out of bed, and goes to the toilet himself.

Mum hears the shower start up, as she was hoping it would. She has some
things she wants to say to me, but she doesn't want to say it in front of
Pierre. With Pierre now in the shower, and Callum taking a piss, she has me
alone. Now she just has to find a tactful way to approach this. She doesn't
want to upset, or offend me, as she knows that all hell will break loose
then.

"Josh, can I ask you what you were doing sleeping with Pierre? I'm not mad,
just curious is all." Mum asks. Her voice is gentle and friendly. She is
trying her best not to piss me off. But she is wondering why her oldest son
was sleeping with another boy. Not to mention the fact that the boy I was
sleeping with, is completely naked.

"Pierre had a nightmare, so I hopped onto the mattress to wake him. I then
comforted him till he settled down and fell back asleep. I must have fallen
asleep before I got back into my bed. Nothing else happened I swear." I
reply to mum. I' not embarrassed or anything, as I have done nothing
wrong. I have told her the truth as to why I had slept with Pierre. I may
have left out the fact that I enjoyed it, but I don't want an argument
about me being gay. I haven't even told her that I am gay yet, and I'm
really not looking forward to that conversation.

"Ahh, that's alright then. I'm so glad that you want to help Pierre so
much. But have you told him your problem yet?" Mum asks. She pretty much
knows that I haven't. I think she just asked it so that I took on board
that I should tell him. Callum re-enters the room just as mum asks me that
question. I am hoping that he can keep his mouth shut too. I know Callum
better than that, he won't tell a soul.

"No mum I haven't told him. I don't want to tell him because I'm scared
that he will hate me for it." I reply. I am starting to cry now, as I am
really ashamed at my problem. I know that I will have to tell him, but it's
hard. It's not something that I have told anyone about. The only people who
know are my family. Callum gives me a hug to try to stop me crying, he also
whispers in my ear that he won't say anything.

"You should tell him. It will be worse for you if he finds out any other
way. And trust me, he is a smart kid, and he will figure it out if you
don't tell him." Mum says to me. I really hate it when she's right, like
about this. I still don't know as to whether I want to tell him. I will
wait and see how I feel about it later.

"Um, can someone please get me a towel?" Pierre yells from the bathroom. He
has saved me from anymore conversation with mum. I get off the mattress and
head to the linen closet in the hall, to get him a towel.

Unsurprisingly the bathroom door is wide open, and Pierre is standing in
the middle of the room buck naked. He is dripping wet after having just got
out of the shower. The way the light is shining of his body creates a
really sexy sheen to it. He really is gorgeous. I am just standing there
holding his towel looking over his sexy body. He snaps me back into reality
when he reaches out and takes the towel from my hands, before drying
himself off with it. I flush bright red in embarrassment.

"Don't worry you can look. I sort of like it when you do." Pierre says
after seeing my embarrassment. He then jiggles his midsection around,
causing his pecker to sway with his movements. I don't know what to say. My
eyes are fixed on his swaying dick, so much so that everything else around
me ceases to exist.

"If you're going to take a shower, then do so. Don't just stand there
staring, it's rude." Mum says behind me. I jump a mile, and boy am I
embarrassed now. I can't believe mum snapped me staring at Pierre. All I
want to do now is run off and cry somewhere. This is the most embarrassed I
have felt.

I can't take the embarrassment anymore, so I turn and run off outside. I
run all the way to the base of the sand dunes. Tears are running from my
eyes, and down my cheeks like rivers. I don't want to face up to anyone. I
just want to be alone. I want to runaway properly, but I have nowhere to go
as the town is miles from anywhere. I find a little bush at the bottom of
the sand dunes, and sit down behind it. I cuddle my legs, and bury my
head. I just cry like that for ages. I am completely mortified with what
has happened, and just can't contain my emotions. I figure that this is
better than getting in another fight with mum.

I am still bawling my eyes out when an arm reaches around me, and pulls me
into the body that it is connected to. I feel a warm tingly feeling wash
all over me. The hug I am getting makes me feel comfortable, well more than
that. It is a strange feeling. It is one that suddenly makes me forget
about everything that is, or has happened. It makes me feel at ease, and
peaceful. It makes me feel happy.

I stop crying and look up. It is Pierre who has found me, and come over to
comfort me. I give him a smile, and hug him back. It felt like the right
thing to do, and increases the feelings I am getting from him. We sit there
in silence as Pierre lets me get back into control of my emotions. I never
want this to end. It is the most loved and appreciated I have ever felt in
all the twelve years that I have been alive.

"I'm sorry for running off like that." I say to Pierre. I am still sobbing
a little as I haven't fully got my emotions under control. But I feel that
I had to say something. Sorry is the best thing that I can think of.

"It's alright. I probably would have done the same, given the
circumstances." Pierre says softly. I am hoping that he will say more as I
love listening to his voice, and that French accent of his. His voice is
still high, just like mine. But it sounds like something out of heaven, and
his accent just makes it sound sexy.

We sit in silence again for a while. We are still embraced in a hug, as it
seems like neither one of us want to separate from it. It is at this stage
that I realised that Pierre must have chased me straight from the bathroom,
as he has his towel wrapped around his waist. He is still a little wet too,
but given the heat outside it won't take long for him to dry out
naturally. I am so happy to know that he is that worried about me, to come
straight from the bathroom and not bother getting changed first. I have
never had anyone care that much about me, well that's not quite
true. Callum probably would have done the same thing.

"Josh, please don't take this the wrong way. But I like it when we hug. It
gives me really nice feelings. It's sort of hard to explain, as it's
something that I have never felt before." Pierre says to me, finally
breaking the silence. His face is a bit flushed at having admitted at
liking to hug a boy. I can see an element of confusion in his face, as I
think he is trying to understand exactly what he is trying to say. But
mixed with the confusion, is a big element of anxiety. I am just relieved
to hear this from him, as it eases all my fears.

"I know what you're trying to say. I feel them too. When you first hugged
me before I knew that it must have been you, as no one else gives me those
feelings." I reply to him. The relief on his face is instant. He was really
hoping that I would understand him. I give him a big friendly smile to
confirm to him that everything is alright. He gives me a big smile back
too.

"Um... You know when you saved me... Um... When you gave me mouth to
mouth... I woke up to the most amazing feelings when you were doing that."
Pierre says. He isn't sure as to whether this is something that he really
wants to share with me, but did so anyway because he isn't really thinking
properly. His mind is sort of zoned out. All he can think about is me, and
I am the same. I can only think about him.

I move my face closer to his. Seeing his pretty reddish brown lips, I know
that I want them firmly planted on my own lips. So I kiss him. I don't know
what came over me, but it is the only response that I can think of. It felt
right. The kiss feels amazing. Pierre's eyes open wide in shock when I
first kiss him. The amazing feelings that he suddenly starts getting
alleviated the initial shock. Pierre then starts to kiss me back. We both
have our eyes closed, and our kissing is getting heated.

Instinctively I slip my tongue from my mouth and into his. It tastes great,
and feels even better. Pretty soon we are tongue wrestling. The only time
we stop, is to get a big breath of air before we resume where we had left
off. It is the best that I have ever felt, just being with Pierre locked in
a passionate kiss. If there is a better feeling than this then I'm yet to
experience it, although I struggle to believe that anything could feel
better than what we are doing right now.

"Pierre. Josh. Where are you guys?" I hear vaguely. I reluctantly pull away
from our kiss, and strain my ears. I hear it again. It is Callum. He must
be looking for us. I am gutted as I want to stay kissing Pierre
forever. But I knew it would come to an end eventually. I look over at
Pierre and his face shows the same disappointment, as what I am feeling. He
seems a bit flushed, and is sweating from the passion we just displayed. I
wipe my forehead, and realise I am sweating as bad as he is.

We try to compose ourselves as best as we can, given what he have been
doing. Then I thought it best that we show ourselves again, before they
decide to send out a search party. We emerge from behind the bush, and
start walking back to the house. Callum suddenly appears from the other
side of the house. He smiles at me, seeing that I am smiling again. He had
been worried when I took off before, but figured that he would let Pierre
find me. He doesn't quite know why, but he feels that there is something
about Pierre, which makes him better suited for the job.

"There you guys are!" Callum exclaims. He is glad to have found us
finally. He is happy at seeing me smiling again, but I can tell that he has
something on his mind. It isn't anything bad, but judging by his expression
it is important. He seems to be trying to remember exactly what he needs to
say, and to whom.

"Pierre, mum says that the search and rescue people want to talk to you,
and fill you in as to how things are going. Also I think the people from
immigration are coming over shortly. Josh, mum wants you to hurry up and
take a shower, and then she wants to have a word to you." Callum
says. Pierre runs off back to the house, and crashes in the door. He is
hoping like crazy that maybe they have some good news to tell him. I'm not
so sure.

I'm not looking forward to going inside as much. I really don't want to
have to face up to mum, let alone talk to her. I have a feeling that this
was going to end up in a big argument. It usually does when mum wants a
word. It isn't until Callum had mentioned the shower that I realise that I
still have my PJ's on. Who cares, as no one can see me any way. Callum
senses my unease, so gives me a hug and leads me back to the house. I am so
glad that I have such a caring brother. It is half the reason that I will
do anything for him.

We sneak in the front door, and I slunk my way down to our bedroom to get
some clothes. Thankfully for now anyway I manage to avoid mum. I grab some
clothes and go to the bathroom to shower. I close the door to the bathroom,
and strip off throwing my pyjama bottoms in the dirty clothes bin in the
process. I then turn on the shower, and adjust the temperature to suit. I
hop in and quickly lather my body with soap. I then rinse off, and turn the
shower off. Then I get changed.

I put on a blue Hawaiian style shirt, with white palm tree pattern and
button it up. Then pull on some black briefs, and follow that with some
grey board shorts. I then look in the mirror and quickly do my hair. It
doesn't take much, as I am more making sure that it isn't too messy. I
don't comb it or anything. Then I take a deep breath, as I ready myself to
face up to mum.

I open the bathroom door and head out to meet my fate. I poke my head into
the lounge to see if mum is in there. She isn't. I am surprised to see that
Pierre is still in his towel, as he is listening to what the search and
rescue coordinator is telling him. I turn around and head for my room. She
is in there. I take another deep breath, and go in. I sit down on my
bed. Mum is on Callum's.

 "Josh, please don't get angry with me. But I don't want you to get too
close to Pierre. I don't want to see you get hurt again. The problem with
Pierre is that he will only be allowed to stay in the country so long,
before they will try to kick him out." Mum says. Her voice is almost
demanding, as opposed to anything else. It is almost like she is just
telling me that I am not allowed to be Pierre's friend. How can I not get
angry with her when she talks like that?

"Get stuffed mum. If I want to be friends with Pierre, I sure as hell will
be friends with him. Whether you like it or not. I will be sad if, and when
he goes. But I already know that it will happen eventually. In the meantime
I'm going to enjoy having a friend for once." I snap back at her. I don't
care what she thinks. Pierre and I have something special, and I am not
going to turn my back on him just because he will move. I am really getting
myself riled up, and I know that if she says anything that could even
slightly offend me, I will snap. I really need Callum or Pierre here to
ensure that I stay in control. But Pierre is busy, and I don't know where
Callum has gone.

"I am glad you want Pierre as a friend. I think he is really going to need
one. But I'm worried you may be getting more attached to him than you are
letting on. I saw the way you were looking at him when he had just got out
of the shower. I know that you are at that age where you like to compare
what you have down there, so I hope that is all you were doing. I really
don't want you to get hurt again, so I don't want you to jump to
conclusions as to how you think you feel about Pierre. You are still young,
just remember that." Mum lectures me. I am now completely embarrassed
again, and struggling not to cry and flip out again. I can't believe that
she even bought that up.

Mum knows that I am becoming emotionally attached to Pierre. She won't let
herself believe that it is anything more than that. She can't accept the
idea that I might be gay, as surely it's just a stage that I'm going
through. I am still at the age of experimentation she keeps telling
herself. There is no way on earth that one of her sons is gay, she won't
allow it. It isn't something that she had thought too much about before,
but after having seen me staring at a naked boy, it struck a nerve in
her. It is something that her gut tells her is wrong, and that she
shouldn't let it happen. It is clouding her better judgement so much, that
she ignores that fact that it might actually make me happy.

"How is the search for Pierre's dad going?" I ask. I deliberately want to
change the subject before we end up in a big fight. I know how I feel about
Pierre, and he makes me happy. That is something that I haven't felt a lot
for a while. If mum can't handle that, then fuck her.

Mum did answer my question, but it isn't the news that I want to hear. They
have located what is left of the yacht, and there is debris spread for
miles. The yacht has gone down about 50 nautical miles northeast of
here. So far they have found no trace of Pierre's father. They have been
doing a grid search southwest from the wreckage. Pretty much on the same
course as what Pierre had drifted. They have also been searching all the
beaches along the coast, just encase he has washed ashore somewhere. So far
they have come up totally empty, as a result they are now treating it as a
body recovery, as opposed to searching for a missing person. I felt totally
gutted for Pierre.

I am really upset, feeling really sorry for Pierre. I just ditch mum, and
run through to the lounge. The search and rescue coordinator has
left. Pierre is sitting on the couch with his knees up. He is in pretty
much the same position that I was in behind the bush. He has left himself
completely exposed, but I really don't care about that at this moment in
time. He is also bawling his eyes out, which I don't blame him for. He has
pretty much just been told that he has lost his dad. I go straight over to
him and sit beside him. I then hug him like he had done for me earlier. Our
heads lean against each other as we both cry.

I am crying as I feel his pain. It sounds strange as I really don't know
what it's like to lose a parent in that way, but I can still feel his
pain. I don't want him to bottle up his feelings either, so figure crying
with him will help him with his grief. Pierre's head drops to my shoulder
as he lets the grief pour out of him. I start to stroke his back, just to
comfort him. I am not interested in trying to stop him crying, as I know
that this is what he needs to do. Callum came running inside hoping that we
are ready to play with him. He sees how we are, and decides it is best if
he plays by himself for a bit more.

We stay like that for ages. I am crying just as much as he is. Mum hears a
car pull up outside our house, so she comes through to see who it is. She
takes a quick glance at us, but turns away instantly. She doesn't want to
look at us anymore. She can't handle it, as I have ignored everything that
she just said. But it is more than that. She can't handle seeing me hug
another boy. She goes outside as quickly as she can, so that she doesn't
have to see more than she wants to.

"Pierre, the immigration officials are here to see you." Mum yells. She has
yelled it from outside as she can't bring herself to come back inside until
we have stopped hugging each other. Pierre finally starts to compose
himself, so I think that I had better too.

"Thank you for being here for me. I really needed that." Pierre says. His
voice is weak, but given what he has just been through I'm not really
surprised. Our eyes are really red as a result of our crying, which we make
worse as we try to rub the last of our tears from them. I never reply to
what he said. Instead I just hug him tighter, and give him a warm friendly
smile. We then release each other, and Pierre gets up.

I get up too, as I know what he is up to. He quickly heads to my room so
that he can make himself somewhat respectable. As soon as we enter the room
he drops the towel. I race straight over to my drawers and pull out my grey
track pants, and a plain white shirt. I throw them to him, while I again
take a good long look at his sexy body. He pulls on the clothes quickly so
that he can see the officials who are waiting for him. I look as long as I
can before he has covered everything up, and then we head back through to
the lounge.

The immigration officials are dressed in normal business attire. One is
sitting on the armchair, the other is sitting on a seat that mum has
grabbed from outside. It is a white plastic deck chair, but he doesn't seem
to be concerned. We take a seat on the couch, as I want to be here for
Pierre. He has already been through a lot, so I want to make sure that he
is alright. The officials introduce themselves, and shake our hands. Then
the questions start.

"Now Pierre, as you know we have to try to track down your closest living
relative. So the first thing I need to ask you is, do you have a mother?"
The official who is sitting on the armchair asks.

Pierre doesn't answer. I look over at him. He seems to be in a trance, as
if he is reliving something. I can see tears welling up in his eyes, and he
is starting to shake. I know now, that he doesn't have a mother, and
something terrible must have happened to her. He lost control as he relives
the event that killed his mother, and bawls his eyes out again. I put my
arm around him, while telling him that it will be alright.

The two officials just look at each other. The one in the armchair just
shakes his head to his partner to indicate that he has no mother. They sit
patiently just waiting for Pierre to get over his grief, before they ask
any more questions. They are used to this, as they have specialised in
dealing with children. Pierre isn't the first case of a child being saved
after a boating tragedy. Most of the time when this sort of thing happens,
the child involved has already lost a parent, so the other parent sells up
everything and travels around the world. They have dealt with about four
other cases like this, so they know how to handle the situation. The
problem now is they have a harder task trying to locate a next of kin.

"What about Grandparents?" The official asks, once Pierre has recovered
again. He has stopped shaking, and he seems to have stopped reliving the
horror of what has happened to his mother. His crying has eased back to
light tears. But he can answer questions again.

"No, all my grandparents died before I was born. I think that I might have
an uncle still alive. I think he lives somewhere in Massif Central,
France." Pierre answers. He doesn't want to answer too many questions, so
he gives them the answer to the next question he knows that he will get
asked. The official jot down what he told them in a notepad.

"Thank you for that. We will look into whether he is still alive, and try
and track him down." The official in the armchair said. He seems to be the
boss of the two. The other one seems to only be taking the notes, which
sort of implies that he is only the assistant.

The immigration officials then go over what is likely to happen. They tell
Pierre that if they manage to track him down, that it is likely that he
will have to live with him. They will get his passport from the French
embassy once a next of kin is established, and then unfortunately he will
have to get deported. It won't affect his chances of coming back at any
time if he chooses to. If the uncle refuses to take care of the boy then
things will get a lot more complicated. But essentially he will eventually
still get deported, but will end up in an orphanage in France. The official
does tell us that my mum can apply for permanent custody of Pierre, which
she most probably will get. Unless the uncle decides that he wants custody
of Pierre. I really feel sorry for him, as he is at the hands of both New
Zealand and French bureaucracy.

The official shakes our hands again, and leaves. I run outside to find mum,
with Pierre in tow. We are both excited at the prospect that mum can
potentially adopt Pierre. We need to tell her that too. Mum is out at the
garage, trying to shoot hoops with Callum. Callum isn't looking like he is
having a lot of fun as a result. When he sees us, his expression instantly
changes and he looks happy and excited again. He will have to wait, as I
have to talk to mum first.

"Mum you have to try and adopt Pierre, as the officials say that you can."
I state to mum. As far as I am concerned there is no negotiation to be
had. Mum just has to do it. Mum doesn't look impressed in the
slightest. She doesn't like it when I tell her that she has to do
something. But she knows that she will have to approach this wisely,
otherwise I will bring on the guilt trip, and we will end up in a massive
argument.

"Look now is not a good time to be discussing this. I will have a good talk
to the immigration officials later. I want to make sure that it is the
right thing to do. I don't want this to end up hurting either of you." Mum
says. Her voice is sincere this time, meaning that she is good for her
word. She will at least ring them, and then we can start hassling her
again. I just give her a disappointed look, but know there isn't any point
in saying anymore. So I picked up the Basketball, and start to shoot some
hoops with both Callum and Pierre. Mum leaves us to it and goes back
inside.

It is scorching hot outside, and it isn't long before we are all drenched
in sweat. Callum is enjoying the game most, as he really loves playing with
Pierre and me. He has been so patient all morning, just waiting for the
opportunity to play with us again. Now that he is playing with us, he is
making the most of it. He is really having a ball, and his excitement
levels are through the roof. He is so funny to watch as he darts here,
there and everywhere else just to ensure that we keep playing with him.

Pierre is having a lot of fun too. It is taking his mind off everything
that has happened. That's what the best thing is. Although wearing the
track pants is really starting to take its toll, as he is cooking inside
them. He keeps playing despite his discomfort, as he really wants to keep
Callum happy. Seeing Callum so happy and full of life is what drives him to
continue. It makes him feel happy too. But what he really wants is some
alone time with me. He just wants to feel the comfort that I give him, as
he is still feeling really sad after the news about his dad. Not to mention
having his mum brought back up again.

I want to be with Pierre, but my little brother has been my rock for so
long now that I don't want to let him down. He has helped me through so
much, and never expects anything in return. I suppose when I think about
it, I think that he feels that he owes me. I have protected him for as long
as I can remember. I may have even saved his life before, but I'm not sure
about that. If it hadn't been for me, then he probably would have had a
pretty rotten childhood. Much like what I have had. It has been my goal to
make sure the Callum has the childhood that I never got, and I think now he
is trying to repay me for that.

High cumulus cloud is starting to appear in the sky, which is typical up
here. We don't seem to get those crystal clear days all day long, at least
during summer anyway. It's all due to the high humidity, about lunchtime
the clouds start to appear. It's a similar thing as to what happens in the
tropics, but we don't get the wicked thunder storms later in the day. The
cloud does little to curb the heat, and we are really starting to cook. So
we decide to call it quits, and head inside to get some lunch, and a much
needed drink.

I make us some peanut butter sandwiches. Boring I know but we have limited
resources. I also can't be bothered making anything flasher. I also grab a
can of lemonade each, from the fridge and pass them around. We mow down our
sandwiches, and chase it down with a decent gulp of lemonade. It feels so
good having the cool liquid wash down my parched throat. Once finished I
take our plates and dump them in the sink, and then throw the now empty
cans in the bin.

Now full and refreshed I suggest that we go check out the surf. I look over
to Pierre to see whether he is comfortable with the idea. He doesn't look
too concerned either way. If we go then he will tag along. Callum though
almost jumps through the roof at the idea. He is so excited. He loves
surfing as much as I do, but it is more the prospect that he will get to
spend more time with us.

"Callum, don't forget that it's your day to cook." Mum yells from her
room. She hates cooking so much that Callum and I have to cook twice a week
each. It's not a bad thing as I personally think that we cook better
anyway. It's hard to imagine, as our teacher sucks at cooking. Another
advantage is we get to plan what we want to cook, so when we go shopping we
get our own ingredients.

"I know mum. I haven't forgotten, as I have already taken something out."
Callum yells back. He loves his cooking day so he never forgets when it was
his turn. He is also a lot more organised than I am, as I would still have
what I planned to cook in the freezer, until mum reminded me. The only
thing that is of concern to Callum is he had initially only planned to cook
for three, so he doesn't know as to whether he has enough food to cook. But
he will sort that out later.

Before mum can annoy us anymore, we quickly escape the house, and head
towards the beach. We scramble up the sand dunes to our lookout. The murk
in the water has gone, and it is back to its normal aqua blue colour. The
surf has dropped significantly, causing Callum to jump with joy. It is now
only 2 ½ foot, with the very occasional 3 foot set. The waves are again
breaking perfectly, fanned by a light southwest offshore breeze. The other
major difference to yesterday is that there are heaps of other surfers out.

Taupo Bay is one of the more popular surf spots in the far north. Also
given that it is school holidays and summer, a crowd is to be
expected. Thankfully the beach is long enough, and there are enough peaks
breaking to spread the crowd. There is still heaps of room for us, without
making the place too crowded. Also being locals we technically should have
priority. But we don't care as long as we get some waves.

We run back down the dunes, sliding more than anything. Then we run to the
garage. Pierre stands at the entrance not sure what to do. I have been too
caught up with the prospect of getting a surf that I haven't thought about
Pierre. Now that I see him a bit confused at the situation, I think that I
had better ask him what he wants to do.

"Pierre, do you want to come for a surf with us? I have a spare board that
you can use, and I can teach you what to do." I say. My voice is full of
excitement. I am sort of feeling like a kid in a candy store. Pierre thinks
really hard about what I have just asked him. He isn't too sure as to
whether he is ready to get back in the water just yet.

"I don't know. I really don't. It sounds like fun but..." Pierre says. His
voice is full on concern and worry. He is a bit scared, not just through
what happened the other day. But he also knows nothing about surfing, so is
a bit scared about that too.

"Look you will be fine. Callum and I will look out for you. I think that it
is important for you to go back out into the water. As for surfing, well we
all had to start at the beginning. Don't worry about that either." I say,
interrupting him. For some strange reason I can sense exactly how he is
feeling, so I try to put his mind at ease. He still looks a bit scared, but
nods his head to say that he will give it a go.

"What's the water like? Do I have to suit up?" Callum asks. He has already
grabbed his board and is now waiting to see what I do. I am tempted to make
him put on his wettie, just to see whether he will actually get naked in
front of Pierre. But I think that I had better be honest, or I will pay for
it later. He has a knack of getting me back, after I have set him up.

"The waters really warm. It's up to you as to whether you want to put on a
wettie or not. I'm just going out in boardies." I reply to him. He gives me
a big smile. I think he is relieved not to have to put on his wetsuit. He
is alright as long as it's only me with him, but if there are other people
around then he tries to avoid getting naked. Even for something like
putting on a wetsuit. I have seen him freeze his arse off before, as he
decided to go for a surf in cold water just in his boardies. He was too
embarrassed to get naked in front of someone to put on his wetsuit. I spent
ages that day trying to warm the little bugger up again.

Callum is already wearing some bright yellow board shorts, and an orange
printed tee shirt. So he rips his shirt off and is ready to go. He is amped
so I tell him to go on ahead, and that we will catch up to him. Callum
isn't really sure that he wants to go on ahead, as he just likes hanging
with us. But the excitement of having a surf is overwhelming him, so he
decides to go. I am glad as it gives me a little alone time with Pierre,
who is still looking a bit uncertain at the whole thing.

I tell Pierre to wait there, and race off inside. I make sure that I make
as little noise as possible once I am inside the house, as I don't want mum
to know that I am here. I make it to my bedroom without seeing her, or
arousing her suspicion. I head straight to my chest of drawers, and rummage
through them. I need to find something suitable for Pierre to wear out in
the water. I find something that I think will work, and sneak back through
the house again. Once back outside I race back to the garage.

Pierre is standing there waiting for me. He is still looking very uneasy
about going for a surf. I drop the shorts on the ground and go over and hug
him. I want him to know that he can trust me. I also want him to know that
I won't let anything bad happen to him. I know that Callum will help out a
lot with that too.

"Pierre, it's alright. You have nothing to be worried about. Callum and I
will make sure that nothing bad happens. We will make sure that you have
fun too. I know that you will enjoy it, as long as you give it a go." I say
to Pierre. He gives me a warm smile. I think that I have convinced him. He
never says anything in reply. Instead he plants a lovely kiss on my lips. I
kiss back, as I'm really enjoying the love that I am feeling radiate from
him. It is a pity that we have to end it, as I suddenly remember about my
little bro. I can't let him down, as it will tear me apart.

"We better get ourselves ready, as I can't just forget about Callum." I
say, reluctantly pulling away from our kiss. Pierre nods in
agreement. Before I even realise it, he has started to get ready by
dropping his track pants on the floor. He then steps on one of the legs of
the pants to pull his foot out, and then he repeats it for the other
foot. Now all he has on is his shirt, which he quickly discards, and throws
on the floor with the pants.

I again just stand there staring at his sexy naked body. He just stands
there for a moment letting me take all of him in. This time he can't
control his body though, as his prick starts to grow on him from all the
attention it is getting. My eyes open wide in amazement as his dickie grows
and stands up right in front of my eyes. I have my first ever look at a
boy's boner who isn't my brother, and I am not disappointed.

With the foreskin included it doesn't look like it has lengthened at
all. But I can see that his head is now further up his foreskin, it looks
like it has grown to about2 ¼ inches. The head of his dick looks like it
has got a lot bigger, as it is now really obvious where his dick ends and
his foreskin begins. It stands almost straight up, pointing towards his
bellybutton but is angled away from his body just a bit.

I am in heaven. I really want to just reach out and touch it. I'm not sure
why I feel this way, but there is just something intriguing about his stiff
little pecker that I just want to touch it and see how it feels in my
hand. Then I will pull his foreskin back and expose his head. I wonder what
colour it is, whether it is cherry red like mine, or pink like Callum's.

I am dreaming about touching it, as I really want to know how it feels in
my hands. I know that now isn't a good time, but it is still taking all my
effort to resist. Pierre solves my problem as he pulls on the blue togs
that I have brought out for him to wear. His hard dick is forming a little
tent in the togs, but it isn't really obvious due to the bagginess of the
shorts, but it is there if you take a really good look.

Now that I am back in reality, I pull my shirt off. I walk over to the
board rack, and grab a 7'8" classic Malibu board for Pierre, whilst telling
him that it is the best board that I have to learn on. I grab a 4'9" fish
for me. A fish is just a short board, but it is a bit wider than a normal
short board, making it perfect for small surf. Now that we are ready we run
off to the beach to find Callum. We race across the dunes and onto the
beach. I look out to the water trying to find my little bro. I can't see
him anywhere out there.

"Bout time you two showed up. I was about to come look for you." A cheeky
voice says from behind us. Callum had figured that due to the number of
people out in the surf, that it would be easier for us to find him if he
waited on the beach. He has been waiting for a good quarter of an hour, and
was starting to wonder whether we were coming or not.

"I'm sorry. It took a bit longer than I expected, as I wanted to avoid
mum." I say to my brother. It seems like a believable excuse, and it is
half true anyway. He seems to buy it. He is just happy that we came. We
stand there for a moment and scope out the surf, trying to decide where to
go out. Right out in front of us seems to be as good as anywhere, and there
are a little less other people. So we put on our leg ropes. I have to show
Pierre what to do, and then we walk out towards the water.

It takes a bit of coaxing to get Pierre back into the water, because he is
a bit hesitant about it. Not that I can blame him, after everything that he
has been through and all. But once I have finally got him out, he takes to
the water literally like a duck. The water suddenly becomes like a long
lost friend. He is really in his element. I can't say the same about his
surfing ability. He most definitely doesn't have any natural ability in
that regard. But he seems to be having a lot of fun regardless, and I try
to give him some pointers to help him in the right direction. It isn't much
use, as the best way he seems to learn is from trial and error. I must say
that a lot of error is involved.

He seems to be having enough fun, and there isn't much that I seem to be
able to teach him. So I decide to leave him to it, and have some fun of my
own. I notice that Callum is also getting a bit impatient waiting for
me. Sweet little bro isn't going to allow himself to have fun without me,
so hasn't caught a wave himself yet. I paddle out the back finally,
receiving a huge smile from my younger brother. He is too sweet for his own
good at times. I tell him that too, as well as, he shouldn't have waited
for me. I like seeing him have fun, and I really don't need to be out there
with him all the time. He doesn't see it that way though, as the only time
that he really likes having fun, is when I am there with him.

We surf for a while. Callum and I catch about the same amount of
waves. Mainly because Callum won't catch another wave until after I
have. Pierre is having an absolute blast trying to surf, with a lot of
emphasis on the trying part. He did slowly improve, but still isn't
catching the white-water consistently. Let alone riding it properly. It
didn't bother him none, he is just enjoying trying something new.

The best part for Pierre is because of the concentration that it involves,
he has taken his mind off everything that has happened to him. Pierre
eventually tires out and he heads back to the beach. He watches Callum and
me a little enviously. He can't believe how good we are. We don't realise
that we are any good until he tells us. We just have never really cared as
to how good we have gotten.

After a good couple of hours, Callum and I head back into the beach. I tell
Callum that he should probably get home, as it is most likely close to time
for him to cook dinner. The look on his face is a bit gut-wrenching, as it
is full of disappointment. He really wants to spend more time with us, but
he knows that I am right. He heads back home, with his head sagging. He
really doesn't want to leave us. I can tell that, as he is also literally
dragging his feet through the sand as he leaves. I feel really sorry for my
little bro, but I am also looking forward to a little alone time with
Pierre. He has come to greet us as we get out of the surf. He has also
tried to comfort Callum a little, by giving him a hug. It sort of backfires
a little, as it makes Callum even more reluctant to go.

With Callum finally gone, Pierre and I head back to our little hiding spot
behind the bush, on the house side of the sand dunes. Pierre just rabbits
on about how much fun he had, and I just listen smiling to myself. I am so
glad to make my sexy friend so happy, and I will try and do anything to
keep him this way. Almost as soon as we are back behind the bush, Pierre
launches himself at me. He embraces me in fiery kiss. I fall backwards, as
a result of the unexpected assault. Pierre falls on top of me.

Despite the fall Pierre somehow manages to maintain the kiss, and the
passion behind it. I am now able to reciprocate what I am receiving. I
quickly slip my tongue into his mouth, and again we are tongue
wrestling. Both of us are enjoying the flavours we get from the others
mouth. Being with Pierre is most definitely the happiest that I have been
in a long, long time. Somehow I know that he is feeling the same way. I
know that he has been through a lot, with losing both his mother, and now
potentially his father as well. But somehow he keeps a brave face. He seems
to be happy while I am around. I sort of wonder as to how bad things will
be for us, if we are ever separated. The thought sent shivers down my
spine.

We are frantically trying to swallow the others tongue, as we make out. I
start to notice something stabbing into my midsection. I know what it is,
and for some strange reason it gets me even more excited. I gently roll
over, so that Pierre is now lying beside me. We somehow stay embraced in
our kiss in the process. In fact the only time we stop kissing is to
breath.

Now that he is lying beside me I have the opportunity to get a good feel of
his boyhood. I have wanted this since I had first laid eyes on his gorgeous
looking pecker. Just thinking about it makes me shudder in excitement, and
I start to feel an unusual tingling feeling coming from my groin. The
feeling is really unusual as I haven't felt that before, but I'm in too
much ecstasy kissing Pierre to take much notice.

I am too scared to just reach down and grab it. I decide to be a bit more
subtle about it. I let my hand slowly caress his sexy chest, and gradually
I start caressing lower and lower down his naked torso. Pierre must want
the same thing, but he isn't so subtle about it. No he just reaches
straight down and grabs a hold of my boyhood, as well as a handful of my
board shorts.

It is only now that I have realised that I am also sporting a boner, which
would explain the tingling feeling I had down there. I instantly stop
kissing, as he takes hold of my jewels. I gasp as the feelings are
insane. I never thought that my prick could generate such powerful
feelings. The intensity of them is a little scary as I really didn't expect
it.

With my fears now at ease about what Pierre will think. I go for gold. I
slide my hand right down his smooth hairless body, and straight under the
waistband of his togs. I grasp his boner in my hand. The skin on skin
contact is electrifying. I feel him shudder, or is it me who shuddered? It
doesn't really matter. It just feels so good having his throbbing little
boner in my hand.

Pierre gasps out loud as I take hold of his little member. He also goes a
little rigid, as the pleasure overwhelms him. When he slowly comes back
down to earth, I feel him release his grip on my pecker. He then slides his
hand down the waistband of my board shorts and takes a hold of my rigid
prick.

This time I know that it is me who shudders. The feelings getting generated
in my crotch are amazing. The best that I have ever felt. I feel his hand
explore every little bit of my small hard boyhood. As his hand brushes
against my ball sack, I feel it shrivel up under his light gentle touch. I
shudder again, and gasp out loud. The feelings in my prick are slowly
increasing in intensity, but are also starting to get really quite scary. I
am no longer able to fully comprehend what was going on in the world around
me.

"It feels really nice. Do you mind if I take a look at it? You have seen
mine, and I really want to see yours." Pierre asks me. He whispers it into
my ear, just encase someone is close by. He knows that it won't be good if
someone finds us, especially with how we were currently positioned. My mind
is still floating far away, so it takes me a while to comprehend what he
has just asked. I am just about to answer him.

"Joshua! Pierre! Dinners almost ready." I loud shrieking voice yells
out. It is mum. My heart almost skips a beat, as it sounds like she is
pretty much on top of us. I quickly withdraw my hand from Pierre's togs, as
a result of the fright. Pierre does the same thing. He also jumps a mile,
as the voice was so sudden that it has scared the shit out of him.

I quickly scope around, trying to find out where my mother is. I see her
only a couple of meters away, near the top of the sand dunes. She is
looking for us out on the beach. We pick up our boards and I escort Pierre
slowly around the bush. Then we run like a bat out of hell towards the side
of the house that is furthest from where mum is. Once at the safety of the
house we drop the boards, and we slowly wander around to the front, and
sneak out the gate. We then re-entered the property. I am trying to make it
look like I have been showing Pierre around.

"Joshua! Pierre!" Mum yells again. It is good news for us, as it means that
she hasn't seen us sneak off.

"Yes Mum." I yell just as we get back into the property. We are both
walking as casually as we can, trying to make sure that we look like we
have just come back from exploring the town. One look at either of us
closely will tell a different story. We are both flushed red, at not only
what we have just been doing, but also at almost having been
caught. Thankfully mum is too far away to see us properly, and we quickly
disappear inside before she sees us up close.

Once inside we walk down to the bathroom, and splash our faces with cold
water. Then we wash our hands, and go into our room. I know that mum will
make us change before dinner, so I figure that we should do it before we
get told to. It also gives us a little bit more time to get ourselves
composed.

Callum the little angle has brought our shirts back in from the garage, and
put them on my bed. I throw Pierre the shirt that he had been wearing, and
then I go over to my drawers. Finding Pierre pants to wear is getting a lot
harder. I am down to the last pair of league shorts, and don't have any
more track pants. The rest of my pants are all button up and for my
waistline, so they definitely won't fit Pierre. He is a little skinnier
than I am so the pants will just fall off his slimmer frame. I also don't
have any belts to help stop that.

I throw the remaining black league shorts over to Pierre. Unsurprisingly he
is already standing there naked on the bottom half, as he has already
stripped his togs off. He put on the shorts while I take something out of
the drawers for myself. Pierre is again not going to get a look at me, as
we hear mum's footsteps coming down the hall.

Pierre quickly leaves the room, to stall mum whilst I get changed. I am so
glad that he has done that, as I would have died in shame if mum had seen
me naked. I quickly ditch my board shorts, and pull on some plain navy blue
knee length shorts and do them up. I don't worry about undies, because I
know that Pierre will only be able to stall mum for so long. As it happens
I have only just finished zipping up, when mum enters the room.

"Where the hell did you get to?" Mum asks, with a demanding tone in her
voice. She is again worried that I have been misbehaving with Pierre, but
she isn't going to say that.

"I was showing Pierre around. Is that alright?" I reply back. The lie is
blatant, but I am pretty good at it. It isn't like it's the first time that
I have lied to mum. She still can't pick when I am lying which makes it
easier. I suppose that if I had more respect for my mother, then I probably
wouldn't lie to her. But I don't have much respect for her in the
slightest, so I will continue to tell her what I want her to hear.

Mum gives me that look as if she is trying to decide whether she believes
me or not. In the end she shrugs her shoulders, and leaves. I let out a big
sigh of relief. Then I finish getting changed by pulling my shirt on. I
pick up my board shorts, and Pierre's togs, and throw them in the dirty
clothes bin. Then I head back through to the lounge to get my dinner.

Pierre is waiting for me on the couch, as much as he tries not to make it
look that way. Mum has just taken her seat on her armchair, and Callum is
starting to dish up. I take a seat in the middle of the couch, next to
Pierre. I look over to what Callum has served up for Pierre. It looks
really good. Callum has made hamburgers, chips and a salad. It looks pretty
flash for our household, and I can't wait till I get mine, so that I can
taste it.

Callum has really shown how much he is improving as a cook. The food he has
cooked tastes better than anything that I have ever had. That doesn't
really say much, as I have only had mums or our cooking, or a really cheap
restaurant cooked meal. But his cooking has really improved, and his meal
is really good. Definitely better than Mc Donald's, or anything like
that. Callum has overcome his previous problem of not having enough for all
of us, by cooking chips and making a salad. Originally he was only going to
cook the burgers. He has done really well, and I am so proud of my little
bro. I let him know that to.

Once I have finished I go around and collect all the empty plates. Everyone
has thoroughly enjoyed Callum's cooking. I'm actually not too sure about
what Pierre is really thinking about the food we have been giving him, as I
know that the French are really good cooks. But he does finish everything,
and praises Callum on a job well done. So I suppose that he can't be too
disappointed in what we have been giving him. It is as I am collecting all
the plates that I remember that I have something to tell my mother.

"Mum, we need to get Pierre some proper clothes. I don't have enough that
fit him, and well... Um... he sort of needs some undies too." I say to
mum. I am a little embarrassed at having to tell mum that he needs undies,
as it means that I have to admit that I am looking at his gorgeous little
dick which is hanging out of his shorts. Mum takes a quick look, and sees
what I am talking about. Strangely Pierre isn't fazed in the slightest at
all the attention. But I figure that if we take Pierre anywhere then it
isn't going to look good, if his little dickie is hanging out like that.

As I am cleaning up, mum tells Callum to go and take a shower. He gets up a
bit reluctantly, but doesn't argue, and heads off towards the bathroom. I
finish loading the dishes into the dishwasher. Then continue to clean up
the mess my brother has made in the kitchen.' It's about time he learns to
clean up after himself.' I think to myself. The kitchen looks like a
bombsite. I can't complain too much, as he cooked a really good meal.

I get interrupted abruptly, as I hear an ear piercing scream come from the
bathroom. Without thinking I run towards the bathroom to see what is wrong
with my little bro. It is just pure instinct. It is just one of those
sounds that I never want to hear come from my brother, so I know that
something bad must have happened. I feel like I have failed my brother. Mum
is just about to get up, when she sees me rush through. She decides to
leave it up to me. When I get down the hallway I see Pierre just outside
the bathroom door, with a sheepish look on his face and almost in tears.

"I... I thought it was the... toilet. I'm so sorry. I never meant to walk
in on Callum." Pierre stammers. He is almost in tears as he thinks that he
has done something really bad. I just hug him reassuringly. I know that he
didn't intend on walking in on my brother while he is in the shower. I also
know why my brother has taken such offense to it.

"Don't worry, it wasn't your fault. You are only new here, so I know it
will take a little while to get used to the layout. It's just that Callum
has been hassled a bit about his size, so he doesn't like anyone seeing him
naked." I tell Pierre. I honestly didn't really expect Callum to react the
way he did, so I know that he still isn't over the little bit of grief he
has had about it.

Pierre hugs me back. He is still feeling bad about having walked in on
Callum, but I did ease his concerns. I lead him to the toilet, so that he
can do what he needs to do. It is hard to let him go, as the hug is just so
nice. But I know that I really have to go see Callum. I let Pierre
go. Pierre struggles but does the same, and then goes into the toilet to do
his business. I leave him to it, and go to check up on my brother. I knock
on the bathroom door, and let him know that it is me and that I am coming
in. I know I won't have any problems, so just enter without waiting for a
response.

Callum is standing under the shower. He is red from head to toe in
embarrassment. His face still has a look of absolute shock and
embarrassment. He still has his hands covering his privates. I know that he
still doesn't realise that I am there, as he is still too much in shock. I
strip off, and hop into the shower and hug my brother. I don't think
anything of it, as we still shower and bath quiet regularly together. I hug
him in silence, just waiting for him to get over his shock.

"What was all that about? Pierre won't make fun of you. You should know
that." I say to my little brother. My voice is sincere, as I am hoping that
he will listen to me. Callum is starting to cry now, so I just hug him
tighter. He will reply in his own time.

"I know, but I just don't want him to see how small I am. You should know
that, as if it hadn't been for you... I would probably still be getting
picked on." Callum sobs. He then starts bawling his eyes out. I feel sorry
for him, as he doesn't have any choice as to how quickly his body
develops. I know that for a fact, as I have always been smaller than most
of the other boys' my age. I'm not sure how to answer him either, which
makes me feel worse. I know nothing about puberty, or anything. That would
have meant paying attention at school.

I stand there in silence, hugging my brother. I am trying to think of what
to say to my brother. It just isn't working. Damn I know that I should have
paid more attention to what was happening at school, because then I might
have an answer to our current dilemma. I know that bringing up the fact
that I am small for my age won't work, as I have told him that before. He
also has a bit more of a problem than I ever had. The only answer that I
can come up with is a huge risk. I am about to risk upsetting my little
brother even more. I get out of the shower and walk to the door. I open the
door so that it is slightly ajar.

"Pierre!" I yell. I then close the door so that he can't see in. Then I
wait. Pierre takes a lot longer than I had expected to come to the
bathroom. He is still a bit worried about having upset Callum. It also
turns out that mum had tried desperately to keep Pierre in the lounge. He
is the only solution to the problem that I can think of, so I continue to
try to get him to the bathroom.

"Can you get me a towel please? Then I'm going to ask a huge favour." I
whisper to Pierre. He just nods and goes to the linen closet to get a
towel. While he is gone I try to think of a way to handle this, without
upsetting either boy too much. I know that it is going to be an impossible
task. I just have to do it, and fix up the aftermath later, if there is a
need to.

"Right, I need you to come in here, and give your honest opinion about how
Callum looks." I say to Pierre. I am taking a huge gamble, but I am pretty
confident that Pierre won't let me down. I think my brother is cute, so I
am pretty sure that Pierre will agree. The look on Pierre's face at the
prospect of finally seeing me naked is priceless, but he is also scared of
upsetting Callum again.

I don't wait for Pierre to decide as to whether he is prepared to do this,
or not. I open the door up, and pull him in. Callum isn't aware of what I
am planning to do, so is very slow to react. Pierre gets a good look at
Callum's naked skinny 3'8" frame. Well he isn't skinny as such, but he is a
little on the skinny side. He weighs 38kg, which is about average. His
weight is helped by his well-defined muscles, which is all due to his
active lifestyle, and especially surfing. His body has a beautiful shine to
it, as the warm water from the shower washes over him. He really does look
cute, especially the way his wet hair is matted all over his forehead.

Pierre's eyes drop to Callum's crotch, before Callum gets a chance to cover
it. He sees Callum's cute little ¾ of an inch soft pecker. He is about 1
inch if you include the foreskin, which extends past the head by another ¼
of an inch. It is his balls that Callum is most embarrassed about. His sack
is really tight up to his body. So much so, that it almost looks like he
doesn't have a ball sack at all. He does, and it holds his tiny pea sized
balls. I'm not sure that his balls have grown since he was a baby. Given
the Callum is under the warm water from the shower didn't make his package
look quite as bad as usual. When it is cold his sack literally pulls up
inside his body, making it look like he has no balls at all. This is what
he used to get teased about.

Pierre is feeling very uneasy with the whole situation. He knows that he
will have to choose his words carefully. He understood why my brother is so
embarrassed at people seeing his dick. Pierre doesn't want to lie either,
as he thinks that in the long run that will do more harm than good. He
really does think that Callum looks cute, but isn't sure how the boy will
react if he tells him so. He is new to the household after all, and still
really doesn't know much about anyone who lives here. It makes what I have
asked him to do so much harder, as he doesn't want to offend Callum by
saying the wrong thing.

Callum is in shock and is upset. He starts crying the moment that he
realises Pierre is in the room. He can't believe that I could betray him
like that. Callum thinks that he has made it crystal clear that he doesn't
want Pierre to see him naked. He is really upset with me. He stands there
under the shower desperately trying to cover his little dickie, so Pierre
can't see it. All the while tears are streaming down his cheeks, as a
result of the betrayal he is feeling. With Pierre now in the room properly
I close the door. Then I hop back into the shower, and give Callum a warm
comforting hug. I am getting upset, just because I know that he is upset at
me.

"Callum, how old are you?" Pierre asks timidly. He is scared of inflaming
the situation, so just starts out with a simple question. He also wants to
make absolutely sure that Callum is the age that Pierre suspected he is.

"I'm nine. Why?" Callum replies, in-between sobs. He is still really upset,
but figures that the sooner he answers Pierre's questions the sooner he
will be gone again. I have noticed that Callum is getting a little shaky on
his legs, due to being so upset with me. So I put the plug in the bath, and
let the shower slowly fill it. Once there is enough water in the tub, I
turn off the shower. Then I sit down, and pull Callum down with me. It is
rather awkward, as Callum is more worried about continuing to keep his dick
covered, than he is about sitting down safely. But I manage to get him
sitting without either of us incurring any injuries.

"You're only nine. Why are you so worried about the size of your dick then?
Most nine year olds don't have very big dicks. Also most don't have much in
the balls department either. You will probably find that the boys' who were
picking on you have something to hide themselves. They just want to feel
big, so they pick on the most vulnerable person they can." Pierre says in
his sexy French accent.

I'm not sure how he knows so much about the size of boys' dicks, as I have
only paid attention to boys' of my own age. I have never looked at boys'
Callum's age, so have nothing to compare him to. I am beginning to suspect
that Pierre's all over tan may hold the answer to how he knows so much. But
I am too afraid to ask, as I don't want to upset him too.

"Yeah but... Most of the time... Um... My balls hide away... It looks like
I have no balls at all. They only seem to come out on warm days." Callum
replies. He is still very defensive and embarrassed at his body. He is
still doing his best to keep himself covered, so that Pierre can't see. I
hug him tighter trying to get him to calm down, and listen properly to what
Pierre is trying to say.

"Callum, I have seen boys' with much smaller dicks than you have. I have
also seen lots of boys' with the same problem that you have. But none of
them were too worried about it, and some of them were also older than
you. They all know that they have what they were given, and can do nothing
about it. They didn't see the point in being ashamed about it, as it would
have stopped them having a lot of fun. Anyway just like Josh and me, your
dick and balls will grow, just give it time." Pierre says. He is starting
to feel more confident talking to Callum, as he calls on the previous
experiences he has had in his life. He can also see Callum starting to
understand what he is saying which helps his confidence out a lot.

"How do you know so much about what other boys' dickie's look like?" Callum
asks. He is starting to feel a bit more comfortable around Pierre, as the
boy hasn't actually said anything about the size of his dick. He hasn't
made fun of him either. Callum is starting to forget about trying to keep
himself covered. Not that Pierre will be able to see much anyway, as the
water in the bath is now high enough to cover Callum's little prick.

"My parents were nudists. So they took me to nudist camps all the time
while we were living in the south of France. Lots of kids in France are
nudists, as their parents are to. So you don't have to look hard to see
other naked boys' running around, and well it is only natural to compare
what you have. The good thing is that no one makes fun of you in places
like that, so you quickly learn that there is nothing to be embarrassed
about. So far every boy that I have seen naked has had a dick. We are all
the same in that aspect." Pierre says. He is blushing at having revealed
that he is a nudist, as he knows that most English speaking nations frown
on the idea, in general.

Callum and I finally click as to why Pierre knows so much. It all makes
sense to us now. It also explains a lot about why Pierre has no problem
being seen in the buff. I am a little surprised at how he kept himself so
composed, especially seeing as he mentioned his parents. Maybe that is why
he refers to his mum and dad, as parents, and not the other way round. It
might have upset him if he had said mum and dad instead.

"Thank you for telling me that. I'm sorry for how I reacted before. I
didn't mean to upset you." Callum says to Pierre. He gets out of the bath,
and goes over to Pierre and gives him a hug. Completely soaking Pierre's
clothes in the process. He is a bit surprised at Callum's reaction, but
hugs him back anyway. I am amazed that Pierre has gotten through to Callum
that much that he makes no attempt to hide himself, as he goes over to
Pierre to hug him. I just let Callum hug Pierre for a little while.

"Right Callum, I think you need to get back into the bath so that I can
wash you." I say to my brother, after what I think is enough time. I am
used to bathing my brother, and I still wash him most times we bathe
together. He still doesn't clean himself properly, so every now and then I
make sure that he gets cleaned up thoroughly. He won't let mum do it, due
to being embarrassed with his size. But as we sleep in the same room
together he has become used to me seeing him naked.

Callum releases Pierre from his grasp, and wanders back to the bath and
hops in. He stays standing up so that I can lather him with soap. I am
impressed because he isn't worried about the fact that Pierre is still
standing there, and he is still not making any attempt to cover himself
again. I lather up his chest, and arms, making absolutely sure that I get
into every nook and cranny, as I soap him up.

Then I start to clean his little dickie. Due to him being so small his dick
is a little hard to handle, but I'm so used to it now that I have no
problems. I soap up his shaft and balls. Then I slide his still tight
foreskin back, exposing his pink glans which makes up about ¼ of inch of
his dicks length. I clean his glistening glans and feel him bone up in the
process. It happens all the time when I wash Callum, he always gets a
boner. I don't think anything of it, and continue to clean him.

Once I am happy that I have his little dick cleaned properly, I rinse it
off. I make totally sure to remove all of the soap, before I continue. Once
I have rinsed off his dick, I pull his foreskin back up. It doesn't cover
his knob properly as he is still boned up. With a stiffie he now measures 1
¼ inches, but his prick sticks straight out at about ninety degrees from
his body. Unlike mine, and Pierre's which pretty much stick straight up
like its pointing to our bellybuttons?

With his front half clean I get him to turn around. Pierre is still
standing there, but Callum isn't concerned in the slightest. He isn't even
worried that Pierre can now see him with a stiffie. It is a really amazing
turn around, just a few minutes ago he wouldn't let anyone other than me,
see his prick. Now look at him.

Pierre by this stage has stripped off his wet clothes, after a sodden
Callum had hugged him. I see him take a good look at Callum, as he finally
gets a chance to fully appreciate the cute little boy. His eyes bulge as he
sees that Callum is sporting a boner now. He wasn't expecting that. He then
looks over to me. He is looking a little nervous.

"Um... Is there enough room for me to get in too? It just that after Callum
got me wet, from hugging me. I decided that I might as well get cleaned up
to." Pierre asks. He isn't sure as to how we will react at the
prospect. Well he knows how I will react. He just isn't sure about Callum.

"Yeah, you can take my spot in a minute." Callum replies, as I am washing
his back. He produces a big smile for Pierre to show how much he
appreciates what he has done for him. Pierre smiles back. He is a little
disappointed that Callum is going to get out, as it could have been fun
having a bath with him. He realises that it will allow him some alone time
with me again. With Callum now clean, he quickly rinses off the soap. Then
he gets out of the bath, wraps a towel around his waist, and leaves the
bathroom.

I turn the hot tap on, as the water in the bath is starting to get a little
cool. Once I am happy with the temperature again, I turn the tap back
off. Pierre quickly takes Callum's spot. He lies down in the water
completely submerging himself. It feels a bit weird, as he has the back of
his head resting on my crotch. I am enjoying it, as I get those nice
feelings come back again. I really do love my alone time with Pierre, as it
gives us a chance to experience those special feelings we get from one
another. Pierre then decides that he has left his body to soak for long
enough, so he stands back up. His wet body glistens, as the excess water
drips off him back into the bath.

"Do you mind washing me, like you did for Callum?" Pierre asks sweetly. I
am in heaven, as I have been dreaming that he would ask this from me. I am
excited as I am really looking forward to rubbing my hands all over his
sexy smooth body. I don't answer his question, and I don't think that he is
expecting me to. I just pick up the soap and start lathering him up.

His silky smooth body feels so good in my hands. I am trying to wash him
properly, while watching his cute little prick hanging just inches from my
face. For some strange reason I lick my lips as I am looking at it. I
suppose it just looks so delicious.

I have finally washed most of his front half, and I am now at the point
that I am looking forward to most. I take a hold of his thin 2 inch prick,
and start to lather it up. I love the way it feels in my hand, and his long
foreskin feels just as amazing. I spend a little time just toying with his
foreskin, and Pierre's dick responds to the manipulation. It feels so cool
as he bones up in my hand, but I think that I had better stop playing
around and wash it. I hold my breath as I slide his tight foreskin back to
reveal his sparkling reddish brown glans. It is the best looking head that
I have seen, but it is quite a bit wider than the shaft of his dick. It
looks so much like a lollipop on a stick. I almost decide to stick it in my
mouth and taste it.

"What is taking you so long...? What the hell are you two doing? Get out
now!" Mum yells. As she slams the door open giving us both a fright. She
looks none too impressed at seeing me in there with Pierre's stiff dick in
my hand. I am really glad now that I haven't decided to taste it, as I
really think that she would have lost it. Mind you I really don't
understand mum's reaction anyway, as I am only cleaning Pierre's dick. What
could be so wrong with that?

Mums face is deep red in anger. I know there is no use in trying to defend
myself, or Pierre for that matter. Mum won't listen and it will just lead
to another big argument, and I don't want that, not in front of Pierre. I
quickly get out, grab my towel and wrap it around my waist. Pierre uses the
opportunity to dunk his body in the water, to rinse off the soap. Then he
pulls the plug and gets out. While he is doing that I have grabbed a towel
for him, and taken it back to the bathroom. I throw him the towel, which he
promptly wraps around his waist. We then race off to my room.

Callum is already in bed and fast asleep by the time we arrive at our
room. I now realise how long we must have been in the bathroom. My wrinkled
up hands confirm that for me too. Pierre dries himself off, before climbing
into bed. I grab my stuff, and sneak off to use the toilet. I go as quietly
as I can, as I don't want mum to hear me. I do my business and get changed
into my PJ's, before heading back to the bedroom. Thankfully I didn't see
mum on the way there, or back. Once in the safety of my room, I close the
door and turn off the light. I climb into my bed and lie there trying to
drift off to sleep.

"Josh, are you still awake?" Pierre asks. He is a bit bothered that I am
continuing to try and hide something from him. He already knows about it,
but is wondering why I still haven't said anything to him about it.

***

"Josh! Josh! Come back to earth will you." Mum says to me snapping me back
to reality. I am dazed and confused, as I am abruptly brought back to what
I am trying to get away from. Strangely I am not feeling as depressed at
the moment. Reliving the happy times is helping, but the longer I spend
back in the real world, the quicker I will slip back into the vast black
hole I had been in earlier.

"If you want something to eat and drink you better come in. Also wake up
Callum and ask him if he wants anything." Mum says, seeing me come back to
life. With that she un-belts herself and gets out of the car. I look
around. We are now in Kawakawa, outside of a dairy.

I start to try and wake my brother up. He isn't very happy when he does
wake. I know the feeling, as I am feeling the same way.

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