Date: Sun, 19 May 2013 11:09:40 +1200
From: bob charles <pennywise3636@gmail.com>
Subject: Washed Up (Gay / Young friends) chapter 3

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 3:

"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.

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

Callum is about to start throwing a hissy fit, after having been so rudely
woken. I know that I am going to have to quickly calm the situation before
he starts becoming uncontrollable. I have learnt from experience that
Callum has a mean temper on him, especially when he has just been woken
up. I undo my seatbelt and shuffle up next to him. I give him a friendly
hug, and just sit there until I feel his body start to relax.

"Mum wants to know, if you want anything from the shop?" I say to my little
brother. He is still drowsy so I know it is going to take a little while
for him to understand what I have just said. I don't put any pressure on
him. As far as I am concerned mum can wait until we are ready. I am willing
to wait for Callum, so she can wait for us.

"Yeah... Can you get me lemonade?" Callum groggily replies, eventually. I
nod my head, and hug him tighter. Then I release him to follow mum into the
shop.

Mum is looking impatient as I enter. `Screw her' I think to myself. I go
over to the chillers which contain the drinks and grab two lemonades. Then
I have a quick look through the store to see whether anything else catches
my fancy. Nothing does so I take the drinks to mum who was waiting at the
counter. I just put the drinks on the counter, not saying a word to
mum. Once mum has paid, I take the drinks and walk back out of the shop.

I get back into the car and hand Callum his drink. I unscrew the bottle top
from my lemonade, and pretty much scull the whole drink. I didn't realise
how thirsty I was till then. Mum is already back inside the car, and we are
on the road again. The gases slowly build up in my stomach after having
sculled my drink so fast, and as a result I release a big burp. Callum
bursts out laughing, while the sip he has just taken from his drink comes
snorting out his nose. That causes me to laugh.

"Cut that crap out, and behave yourselves. You two are not five years old
anymore, so stop acting like it." Mum says angrily from the driver's
seat. We abruptly stop laughing, and start to sulk. She can be a real bitch
at times. Callum finishes his drink, and promptly falls back asleep. I am
pretty sure that he will sleep for the whole trip. However long the trip is
going to be, as I have no idea where we are going, as mum hasn't told
us. With Callum asleep, and me still pissed off at mum, I go back into my
trance remembering my time with Pierre.

***

"Yeah I'm still awake. What's up Pierre?" I reply back to the sexy French
boy who is lying on the mattress. I think that he might have been a little
scared of my mum. Especially after she caught us in the bathroom and
freaked out. The worst part is that it was all completely innocent, but I
know mum won't listen, so I not even going to bother trying to defend us.

"Why do you keep getting changed in the toilet? If it's because you are
embarrassed by your little problem, then don't be. I know what your problem
is and it doesn't worry me. I won't make fun of you for it. I am just
wondering as to why you didn't tell me is all." Pierre says. His French
accented voice sounds sincere and friendly, as he really doesn't want to
upset me. It takes a little while to cotton on to what he is referring too,
as I thought that I had hidden my big secret really well. I freak out when
I know that he has somehow found out about my secret.

"You know that I... Uhh... Wet the bed. But how? Who told you?" I stammer,
as I am losing control of my emotions. My embarrassment at having been
found out is too much for me to bear. I start bawling my eyes out, as I am
really ashamed that at the age of 12 I am still bedwetting. It is my secret
shame that I had really hoped no one would ever find out about.

I am also starting to look for someone to blame, as I don't think that
Pierre could have worked it out by himself. Someone must have told him, but
whom? I know that Callum won't, he loves me too much. It has to be mum, but
then again she had warned me to tell him about it earlier. `Damn her.' I
think to myself.

"No one told me anything, so don't worry about that. If you really wanted
to keep it a secret then you should have found better pyjamas, as those
flimsy summer ones you wear don't hide your diaper very well. Also I
noticed some in the rubbish bin in the bathroom, when I put the packaging
from the toothbrush in there. I'm not going to stop liking you for it, as I
know how you feel. I used to wet the bed too, but I managed to stop almost
two years ago." Pierre explains to me. It doesn't help a lot, as I am still
crying, like the little baby I feel like. Pierre hops off the mattress and
jumps onto my bed beside me. He gently hugs me and strokes my bare back.

As we lie there I start to finally comprehend what he has said to me. The
electric feelings he is giving me help a lot to get my mind back in gear. I
calm down a little after realising that he used to be a bed wetter too. The
worst part for me is that I haven't always wet the bed. I had stopped that
by the age of 3, but I started back up again just under two years ago. It
sucks having to wear diapers every night, like a baby, but I can't help
it. It just isn't my fault.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you. My sister keeps giving me shit about
being a diaper wearing baby, and I didn't want you to think the same
thing. I was too scared to tell you. I'm so sorry, as I know that I should
have trusted you." I say sobbing. I am hoping that he will forgive me, as I
know that it is something that I should never have tried to hide from him
in the first place. Especially since he is now staying with us and is also
sleeping in my room. I also slept on his mattress. It is something that
should have been common courtesy.

"There is no need to apologise, as I understand why you were too
embarrassed to mention it. But yes, you should know that you can trust me
with things like that. But I didn't know that you had a sister, will I get
to meet her?" Pierre replies. In my emotional state I don't realise that I
have accidently mentioned my sister. She is someone that I try not to bring
up. I am now ruing what I have just said, but know I will have to
elaborate, as he isn't just going to let it slide.

"Yeah I have a sister. Her name is Sarah, but she doesn't live with us. She
is living in Auckland with my ogre of a grandmother. We don't see eye to
eye, in fact she blames me for everything. Put simply we both hate each
other's guts. Because of me being here she decided not to join in the
witness protection program that we are in, as a result we never see
her. The only contact we have with her is when mum rings her. I don't talk
to her anymore, as when I used to it always ended up in a big argument, and
me in tears." I explain to Pierre. I can see that he is wondering what
could have happened that is so terrible that it has split up our family,
but this time he knows not to push it. When I feel the time is right I will
tell him the rest, but at the moment I just can't handle it.

I am in tears again remembering my sister, and Pierre hugs me tighter
sensing my change in mood. My sister and I have never been the best of
siblings, but we still used to have fun together. Well as much as our age
difference would allow it, as she is 4 years older than me. As she is the
oldest she used to get spoilt rotten, when I came along nothing changed in
that aspect. But our relationship very quickly deteriorated about two years
ago, and now we can't stand each other. She really does blame me for
everything.

Having Pierre's naked torso comforting me works wonders. He is just so
warm, and friendly that all my bad memories soon melt into oblivion. I wish
at this stage that I could experience what it's like to sleep naked, but
from fear of soaking the bed, I know it isn't a good idea. I really would
like to lie there naked with Pierre, as it just seems like such a natural
thing to do. The other problem with that idea, is as to what mum would do
if she caught us. I am a bit worried about mum catching us now, especially
after the bathroom incident. I am going to warn Pierre that he probably
should get back into his own bed, but he is already fast asleep. I also
never get around to it.

I blink, and the next time I open my eyes the sun is casting a blue glow
into our room, through the blue curtains. I am staring straight into
Pierre's deep hazel coloured eyes. His eyes are filled with character, but
also show someone who has been through far more than a boy his age should
have. The loss of both his parents is clearly visible as you looked in his
eyes and down to his soul. But at the same time they show a boy who is
suddenly full of happiness and love. I hope my eyes show the same thing to
him. I give him a warm smile at seeing him awake.

"Good morning. This is going to sound strange, but after sleeping with you
the last two nights I have not only had the best sleeps I have had in a
long time. But I have also woken up dry. Maybe you're the miracle cure I
have been looking for." I whisper hoarsely to my sexy French boyfriend. He
gives me a proud smile after hearing that I have been dry the last two
nights, and he is about to respond.

I don't let him. I kiss him instead. I want him to know how much I really
do love him, and how thankful I am that he is around. He doesn't need to
say anything to me, as I know what he is going to say. A kiss really did
seem to be the most appropriate way to say thanks.

Oh how amazing the kiss feels. I never want it to end. But I don't want to
still be here when mum wakes up, and least of all do I want either her or
Callum to see us kissing. Begrudgingly I end the kiss, and get out of
bed. I walk straight over to my chest of drawers and open them up. I pull
out the last pair of league shorts that I have in there, which I had
somehow overlooked last night. It is my blue ones. I throw them over to
Pierre, who is still lying naked on the bed where I had left him. I then
grab some shirts from both of us, and my grey and black board shorts.

"Put those on, and then follow me. We need to get out of here before mum
wakes up." I whisper to Pierre. He quickly pulls the shorts on, and hops
out of bed to follow me. I feel a little guilty as I hate ditching my
little brother like this. But he is still sound asleep, and I can't afford
to wait for him to wake up, as mum will be up by then. I also want more
time with just Pierre and me. I don't bother to get changed as it will
waste too much time. I will just have to find a way to discard my diaper
later.

We sneak out of the bedroom, and I close the door again behind us. Then we
creep through the house. I kind of feel like I'm a burglar, who is trying
to steal something valuable from inside a house, while the owners are still
at home. Finally we make it through the house to the front door. We have to
go through the front door, as the ranch slider out the back will make too
much noise when I open it.

Gently I pull the door handle down, and as quietly as I can I pull the door
open. Thank god we had got sick of the squeaking the door used to make, and
sprayed it with CRC. The door opens silently now as a result, and we
quickly scoot through it. Then I close it back up, almost as quietly as I
had opened it. We are free.

We stand just outside the front door for a moment. I'm just in my pale blue
PJ's, and Pierre is dressed just in his blue rugby league shorts. I take a
moment as I have to think about where we can go. We can't go back to the
bush we have been using, as mum had almost stumbled on us. I also know that
we have to stay close to the house, just encase someone comes to talk to
Pierre. The only place which is secluded enough that I can think of is in
the next door neighbour's yard, as they only use the house when they are on
holiday, so I know that they are not there at the moment.

So I run around the house towards the sand dunes, Pierre follows a couple
of steps behind me. Once at the base of the dunes I turn left, and we run
around the fence into the neighbour's section. There section is perfect, as
they have planted lots of trees and bushes. There are plenty of private
hiding spots available, meaning the chances of us getting caught are pretty
slim. Unless of course we make too much noise, but we haven't been caught
yet so noise mustn't be an issue. I choose a nice cosy spot, which has a
nice amount of lawn but bushes pretty much all around it. The spot looks
perfect.

We head to the spot, and Pierre lies down. I decide to get changed first,
well I should say unchanged. I am sick of wearing the diaper, as now that I
am outside, the humidity is causing me to sweat profusely in it. I drop my
PJ bottoms to the ground and step out of them. Pierre finally realises what
I am doing, and watches me in expectation.

It is strange to think that we were both naked in the bathroom together
yesterday, but yet Pierre still hasn't really seen my prick. He had other
things to concentrate on at the time, and we never got a chance for him to
clean me. The diaper is one of those one's with an elastic waistband, to
make them feel more like underwear. As I'm about to pull down my diaper I
start to get nervous, as I have never deliberately got naked in front of
anyone, except for my brother at bath time. I take a deep breath, and pull
the diaper down, exposing myself completely to Pierre.

Pierre gasps as my diaper comes down, and he gets his first real look at my
package. There isn't much to see, as I haven't started to develop yet. But
Pierre isn't concerned with the size, or lack of. He thinks that it was the
most gorgeous thing he has ever seen. My small thin prick hangs at about 1
½ inches, with my foreskin adding about another ¼ of an inch. So it
isn't very big at all. It is a pale white colour, due to the lack of sun it
sees. My small ball sack is a little darker than my prick, but it still
hugs tight to my body. It holds my marble sized balls comfortably inside
it. I can see Pierre licking his lips as he stares at my little package. I
am so glad that he is happy with it.

I kick my diaper away and just stand there for a bit staring at Pierre. I
am also doing it to allow him as good a look as he wants. Pierre sits up,
then reaches and takes hold of my hands. He then pulls me down on top of
him, and starts kissing me furiously. It just feels so good, and soon I am
kissing him just as passionately. Our tongues are entwined together, and we
are both enjoying the tastes and smells of the other. I love the sweet
perfume Pierre's body produces, as it wafts up my nose. And I love the
taste of him as I kiss him. Our bodies are quickly pouring out the sweat
even though we are under the shade of a large tree, and I am starting to
slide off Pierre's slick body.

What makes it feel even more magical is that for the first time I am naked
while kissing him. I want to feel both our naked bodies together, so that I
can share the magical experience with Pierre. I break the kiss, and slide
down his body. I take a hold of the waistband of his shorts, and start to
pull them down and rip them off. Pierre helps me do this by lifting his
butt, and then his legs. Once his shorts are totally removed I lie back on
top of him, and return back to kissing him.

Wow, it feels even more amazing than it did before. Our kissing is getting
even hotter, as a result. We just can't get enough of each other. Our naked
torsos are sliding along each other. And knowing that our dicks are pretty
much lying together makes it even sexier.

I start to get this strange feeling emanate from my crotch. It is a sort of
tingly feeling, but I still don't know what it really means. I am feeling
Pierre's prick though, as it seems to be hard and stabbing into me. The
movement of our sweaty naked bodies sliding against each other is making
the feelings getting generated from my crotch seem to increase in
intensity. Those intense feelings are scaring me again, as I still don't
know why I keep getting them.

"Pierre, the search and rescue guy is here to see you." The high pitch
voice of my brother yells. Our make out session is over, and we are both
feeling really gutted about it. I slide off Pierre and lay in the long
grass beside him.

Pierre stands up, and looks down at me. His eyes are fixed to my crotch, so
I look down to see what he is looking at. To my surprise I am hard. I don't
remember ever seeing myself hard before. Due to bedwetting I never get a
piss boner in the morning. Otherwise I really don't think that I have ever
had an erection while not wearing clothes until now. Of course I remember
boning up yesterday, but I never got a chance to see it. It is about 2
inches long, but my foreskin has withdrawn right back and is exposing my
glistening cherry red glands. I look up at Pierre, seeing that his dick is
standing at its full 2 ¼ inches, so I give him a big smile.

"Pierre, where are you?" Callum yells again. I can tell from the direction
of his voice that he is on the sand dunes, heading towards the beach. I
know that we had better hurry up, or my brother will look all over the
beach and then town for us.

I stand up and head over to where I have dropped the clothes that I have
bought for us. I pick up my board shorts and pull them on, taking one last
long look at my first boner. I am so happy with it. Pierre has also pulls
on his shorts, so I throw him a shirt to put on too. It is just a plain
yellow polo shirt, but he looks good in it. I pull on a plain blue tee
shirt, and then gather up my PJ bottoms and diaper. I decide to hide them
beside the fence, and I will come back when it is safe to get rid of
them. Then we walk over the dunes to make it look like we have been on the
beach.

It doesn't quite work as we walk straight into Callum as we get to the
beach. He knows that we have been in the neighbour's yard, as that is the
only place we could have been given the direction we have arrived from. I
think he may suspect that we have been up to something. Given the way we
are both still sweating and flushed red in the face I'm not particularly
surprised. Callum is looking a bit nervous, so I know he wants more than to
just let Pierre know that the search and rescue guy is here for him.

"Pierre, I think the search and rescue guy has some important news for
you. Um... Josh can I have a talk with you? Please!" Callum says almost
urgently at the end. Pierre quickly runs off back to the house, leaving
Callum and I alone. Callum is starting to look really nervous, which is
rubbing off on me, as I am starting to feel the same way. I sit down on the
golden sand at the base of the dunes, and pull Callum down beside me. I sit
there quietly just waiting for him to ask whatever it is that he wants to
know.

"Joshy, why is mum so angry with you and Pierre? What happened last night?"
Callum asks shyly. I can now see that he is just as much worried, as he is
nervous. He is worried about what mum is going to do with us, as he hasn't
seen her this mad, ever.

"I was washing him, like I do for you. You know how you get a stiffie when
I clean your little dickie. Well Pierre had the same thing happen. Mum
walked in while I was washing his stiffie." I answer. His look tells me
that he understands, but he was also a bit confused.

"Isn't Pierre too old for you to be washing him too? Callum asks
timidly. He is still nervous making me wonder what else is on his young
mind.

"Yeah he is. But you're too old for me to still be cleaning you
too. Sometimes it's just nice to have someone else do it for you." I
reply. Callum understands what I am meaning, as he looks forward to when I
clean him. It just feels so much better than when he cleans himself. He
also feels cleaner as a result, so he knows why I helped Pierre clean
himself. But it doesn't explain why mum is so angry with us.

"I understand. But I still don't know why mum would get so mad about that."
Callum says. We sit in silence for a couple of minutes, but it can see
Callum's brain still churning away. He starts to look really nervous again,
so I am really starting to wonder what he is thinking about.

"Um Josh... Do you like Pierre...? You know, um... in a way that is more
than just friends?" Callum stutters. I now understand why he is so
nervous. He must have noticed how close we have become, despite my best
efforts to try and hide it.

It turns out he has noticed that I spend as much time alone with Pierre as
I can, which in itself isn't strange but the fact we always seem to hide is
what Callum notices. He also notices we always come back sweating and
looking a little flustered, like we have been doing something that we
shouldn't be doing. So Callum managed to put two and two together. My face
flushes red in embarrassment, as this was not what I had wanted Callum to
find out. I am scared that he is going to hate me for it, but I can't lie
to him.

"Yes Callum. I do like Pierre in a way that goes beyond friendship. That is
why mum got so angry, as she doesn't like how close me and Pierre have
become." I answer my little bro. I let out a huge sigh at having been found
out by him. I am really scared that he is going to flip out. I prepare
myself for it, as it is all I can really do. I really don't want to lose my
little brother, as he is the only family that I still have. Well that I
care about anyway.

"Does that mean you're gay?" Callum asks me shyly. It is almost like he is
a little scared of the word. But he hasn't run away from me yet, so I am
sort of happy at that.

"Yes Callum, I am gay. Please don't tell anyone, as it would be the end of
me if you did. Kids at school seem to be scared of gay kids so pick on them
all of the time." I say getting a little defensive and starting to feel
really uptight. I am really hoping that my little bro won't tell all his
friends. The fact that he is still sitting beside me is a good sign. It at
least means that he doesn't hate me for it.

"Don't worry I won't tell anyone. I never told anyone about you wetting the
bed, so why would I tell people this...? Um... does you being gay, mean
that you are going to be like those gay guy's you see on TV? You know the
ones. They sort of look and act more like girls." Callum says nervously. I
almost burst out laughing at his naivety, but I know that would have been
the worst thing to do. So I somehow manage to contain myself. His little
kid questions are so cute at times, even if it shows how little he knows
about the real world.

"Callum, not all gay people are like those guys. Most are just normal
people. You probably wouldn't notice half the gay people that you see. So
no, I won't become like them. I will still be your loving, caring older
brother." I say to him, emphasising that I won't change just because I am
gay. He gives me a big smile hearing that.

"That's good, coz those guys scare me. They drive me nuts." He replies,
with obvious relief in his voice. He is still looking nervous like he is
still contemplating something. I am just glad he is still by my side, but
still worried he is upset with me about it.

"Callum, you're not upset and ashamed of me are you?" I ask timidly. I'm
not sure that I want to know the answer, but it is eating me up inside.

"What...? No, why would I be?" He replies from the bottom of his heart. I
am so thrilled to hear him say that, and embrace him in the biggest hug. I
also plant of few kisses on his cheeks, which he quickly wipes off and
pretends to be disgusted. I know that he enjoys it so his reaction doesn't
offend me. His little brain still seems to be churning away, and so I let
him go and just wait for him to continue.

"Joshy, am I gay? Because I like it when you hug and kiss me. I also love
it when you give me a bath, and clean my dickie." Callum asks
eventually. He is even shyer now, and his voice is so quiet that I almost
can't hear him. Again I have to try everything to stop myself from
laughing. He misreads things all the time.

"No Callum, you are probably not gay. But you are still too young to be
worrying about that yet. When you get older you will know whether you are
gay or not. What you like at the moment, is having a brother who loves and
adores you so much. It has nothing to do with being gay. It is more that
you enjoy being really loved by someone. And I love it when you hug me too,
because you make me feel important, and loved." I say to him. He leaps at
me and gives me a huge hug. I must have told him what he wanted to hear. At
least I stopped him worrying about things that he has no control over, and
is too young to fully understand.

"Thank you for that. I am happy for you, as since Pierre has been here you
have been the happiest I have ever seen you." Callum whispers in my ear. He
is hugging me for dear life. I don't know why, I just think that he is
really happy about everything we have just talked about. I give him a hug
in return and plant a couple more smooches on his cheeks. He doesn't wipe
them off this time, just enjoys it. He hugs me for ages. I am starting to
wonder as to whether he is ever going to let me go.

"Oh shit. Um Pierre might need you, as the guy didn't look like he had good
news to say. He was looking rather stern and not smiling." Callum tells me,
as he releases me from his embrace. I am not too concerned with Callum's
judgement as I have seen lots of officials before, and they never seem to
smile. But I know he is right and that I should go see him, just encase he
gets some bad news.

Callum just sits there and watches me go. He knows that he will just be in
the way, and if Pierre is going to need anyone it will be me. I love my
sweet little brother when he is so thoughtful, which is most of the time. I
feel a little guilty about ditching him again, but he is right and I need
to be with Pierre. And if he gets bad news I will need to be alone with
him. I scramble over the dunes and run towards our house. I don't make it
as mum is waiting for me. She has something that she needs to say.

"Joshua Walter Smith, get your arse over here now! We need to have a
chat. Pierre is still talking with the search and rescue co-ordinator so
don't you interrupt them." Mum yells at me. Her voice is angry and
menacing. She has also used my full name, so I know this is going to get
ugly. I really am not in the mood for this, and am really hoping that she
will just go away.

"What the fuck do you want?" I say back, as I feel my blood start to
boil. Her face gets even redder with that reply. I can see her anger
boiling over. This is going to get ugly real quick, because neither of us
is in a good enough mood for any civilised conversation.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that! I want to tell you that from now on,
I don't want you and Pierre anywhere near each other unless I am there with
you. Do you understand me?" She snarls. I can't believe what she is trying
to make me do. It isn't going to happen, not in my lifetime. That might
only be for a couple more minutes with how this conversation is going so
far, but it still doesn't mean that I'm going to listen to her.

"Fuck you! I'm going to spend time with Pierre whether you like it or
not. You can go fuck yourself if you think that I'm going to stop loving
Pierre just coz you don't like it." I snarl back to her. My anger is
totally out of control because I really can't believe how pig headed my mum
is being.

Now I am in it, as I have just admitted to how I truly feel about
Pierre. The moment is so heated that I didn't concentrate enough on what I
said. Mum is now steaming. Smoke is almost billowing out her ears. She
can't handle the way I am talking back to her. But what is worse is that I
just admitted to loving Pierre. She really can't handle that.

"You are not. I repeat, not in love with Pierre. I forbid it. If you think
that I raised you to be some gay weirdo pansy you have another thing
coming. You will not see Pierre in that way again. Otherwise watch out."
Mum screams at me. That is it. I am on the verge of really losing it
now. How dare she say something like that? Who the fuck does she think she
is? Does she really think that she is god or something?

"Get fucked you fucking bitch! I was gay long before Pierre showed up in my
life. If you can't handle me being gay then go fuck yourself. I love Pierre
and you can't do anything to stop it. He has made me feel the happiest I
have ever felt before. You're a complete and utter wanker if you are going
to try and stop me being happy. Maybe if you were a better mother then you
would understand." I yell at her. I'd had enough of her bullshit. She'd had
enough too, and she slaps me across the face.

"What the fuck? You're no better than my wanker of a father, you fucking
whore!" I scream. I really can't believe that the bitch just hit me. I
never even saw it coming. It was totally out of the blue, as she has never
hit me before in anger.

I am now bawling my eyes out, and quickly run away from her. I burst
through the door into our house and run to my room. Pierre is already
there, lying on my bed with his face buried in my pillow. He is bawling his
eyes out too. I quickly realise that he has bigger issues than I do. So I
go over to my bed, and lie down with him. I give him a warm comforting hug,
while wiping the tears from my eyes. Then I gently stroke his back, trying
to ease the obvious pain he is feeling.

Mum just stands there numbly, watching me run away. She is in shock as she
can't believe what she has just done. We have had lots of very heated
arguments before, but this was the first time she has resorted to hitting
me. As the guilt washes over her, she starts trembling and feeling weak in
the knees. She collapses on the ground and starts hugging herself. She
feels really guilty and horrible, which results in her bawling her eyes
out. She can't contain her emotions anymore.

How did this all come about? Why can't she just be happy for me? Why can't
she just accept it and get on with life? The questions just kept swirling
around in her head. The worst part is that she doesn't have an answer for
any of them.

Pierre is really down and out. I know that he has been delivered some
terrible news. He is crying so hard that I can clearly see a damp patch on
my pillow from his tears. It doesn't bother me. My only concern is getting
Pierre to grieve properly, so that he copes better with what has
happened. I lie there still trying to comfort him, just hugging him and
stroking his back. We are like that for ages. Hey I have no better place to
be. I cannot face my mum again, not after what she did. I also want to be
here for Pierre despite what mum told me. Pierre needs me, and I need
him. There are no two ways about it.

"Josh do you have a dad, because I don't anymore...? They found his body
washed up somewhere called Cape Brett... They wanted me to go to the
morgue... to formally identify him... But I just couldn't... They showed me
a photo instead... It was dad." Pierre blubbers eventually breaking the
silence. He looks over to me as he says this. I don't answer him, as I know
he doesn't want me to say anything. I nod my head to let him know that my
dad is still alive, but that is all I do. I hug him tighter and just wait
for him to continue. I know he has more that he wants to tell me.

"Oh, so you don't know what it's like then...? Losing your mum or dad I
mean. In less than two years I have somehow lost both." Pierre
continues. His crying increases in intensity again, as he relives the
deaths of his parents. I lie there patiently waiting for him to tell me. I
know that he needs to get the burden of his mother's death off his
chest. But I'm not going to push him, as I will ruin things if I do. He is
far too fragile at the moment, and any wrong move will be disastrous.

"It was April 24. The day was a warm mid spring day, as the cold of winter
had gone. But the heat of summer was still around the corner. Mum had
decided to take me on a road trip to go and see the Pont du Gard. It is a
three tiered ancient Roman aqueduct in the south of France. It is an
impressive structure standing 50m above the river below. It sits about 26km
west of my home town, Avignon, but I had never seen it till that day. We
drove out there early in the morning, and spent the morning enjoying the
sight. We headed back home around midday. Mum was a stickler for safety, as
she always made me sit in the passenger's side of the backseat. Even when
it was only her and me in the car, she made me sit in the back. Until a
couple of months before that day, mum had also insisted that I sit in a
child booster seat." Pierre sobs.

His crying makes it hard for me to understand him at first, so I miss the
date which he had said. I just hope that it won't be too important. I don't
know whether what he is telling me has a point to it or not, but I am not
going to interrupt. I just let him say what he wants to say, and just
listen intently. I am wondering whether his ramblings are to delay having
to tell me the hard part, or whether it is actually important to the
story. Either way the Pont du Gard does sound interesting, maybe Pierre and
I can see it together sometime.

"We were on our way home. I was so happy in the backseat, as it had been a
truly wonderful morning with mum. She was also taking me to see the walled
city in Avignon, as well as some of the other sights around there. At the
same time some English tourist who had been drinking at a pub in Avignon
all night and well into the morning, decided he wanted to see the Pont du
Gard. So he got in his rented car and started driving towards the Pont du
Gard. He had decided that he wanted to see it that day, whether he was
pissed or not." Pierre bawls his eyes out again. I know where this story is
going now, and I am feeling really upset for Pierre. I still silently
comforted him, as it still isn't my turn to say anything. He needs to get
it all off his chest.

"We were only 2km out from the city... when we saw him. He must have seen
us... as mum always drives with her headlights on. Even during the middle
of the day in summer, she would still have her lights on. He claims... that
he dropped his cigarette. I don't know. All I remember is that he suddenly
swerved into our lane... Mum couldn't do anything... The noise from the
impact was horrendous. The worst noise I have ever heard in my life, and I
never want to hear it again. It was dreadful." Pierre is losing it. He is
now starting to shake uncontrollably, but he wants to finish telling
me. I'm not sure whether it is such a good idea, but I am helpless to stop
him. He does take a much needed breather, before he continues.

"I was knocked unconscious... but I still remember... a chunk of metal
flying above my head before I blacked out... It missed me by inches. If I
had of still been using a booster seat then... I would be with mum
now. When I regained consciousness I didn't know where I was. The car
didn't look like a car anymore... There was also blood all over the
place... I screamed for mum as I couldn't see her anywhere... I would never
see her again either, which is probably a good thing... as only half of her
was still in the car... The rest of her was all over the other person's
car... If I had been sitting anywhere else in the car I would have
died... Mum's over cautiousness is what saved me in the end... The only
injury that I received is a cut on my left cheek, which has left a
scar... But I have relived that day ever since in my nightmares... Well
that was until the yachting accident replaced it." Pierre takes another
breather, as he still has something else that he wants to get off his
chest.

"Dad blamed himself for it all. He had planned all of the day's events, as
he wanted me to have a really special 10th birthday. Dad knew how much I
loved learning about the history of our region, so planned the day's
activities around that. He had stayed home to prepare everything for the
party, which we never had. It really cut him up, and he really struggled to
cope with the loss of mum. He became really over protective of me as a
result, as he couldn't bear to see anything happen to me. I was all that he
had left. It all became too much for him. 6 months later he sold everything
he owned, his business, the house, furniture, the car, everything. He
brought the yacht and we set sail. We just sailed wherever we pleased, and
to a certain extent dad seemed to get over the loss of mum... Oh well he is
back with her now."

With his story now told Pierre collapses onto the bed. He is shaking even
worse now, and still crying uncontrollably. I am now hugging him to try and
ease his pain, and make him forget the horrible events of his past. Pierre
isn't crying now because he is grieving, no he is reliving the events. He
is back in that car, or on that yacht. I have to remind him that it is all
in his past, and he is safe now. I don't know what will happen if I don't
succeed in bring him back from his thoughts. All I know is that it won't
end well.

"Pierre, I'm really sorry about your losses. But you are with me now. I
will try to do anything that I can you keep you safe, and make you
happy. What has happened is all in the past, you have to look to the
future. Hopefully that will treat you better than the past has." I say from
the bottom of my heart. I hug him as tight as I can, and then go back to
stroking his back.

We stay like that for ages. Gradually Pierre starts to relax again. His
shaking stops, but he continues to cry. He is crying in grief again which I
am glad about. I just let him grieve, and try to comfort him as best as I
can. No words are spoken. He needs to grieve. I am here for him if he wants
me. Otherwise I will just stay to keep him company. The only thing on my
mind at this moment in time is helping Pierre as best as I can. Nothing
else matters. I understand a lot of things when it comes to bad things
happening to your family, but death isn't something that I have any
experience with. I just do what I feel is the right thing to do. I'm pretty
sure Pierre is happy with it.

Who would have thought a couple of days ago, that I would be with someone
who I want to spend the rest of my life with? Not me that is for sure. I
was battling my own problems and nothing seemed more important than them at
the time. Now I have found someone with bigger problems than I had, but I
want to be there for him to help him through them. Pierre washing up into
my life that day was no accident, I'm pretty sure of that. We were meant to
find each other, as we are made for one another. It is almost like all the
events in our lives happened for that very reason. That is to put us in the
same place at the same time. It sounds eerie but it is what I'm starting to
believe.

"Thank you for being here with me. I really needed someone to comfort me. I
really do love you for what you have done." Pierre whispers to me. His
voice is still wavering due to his emotions not being under full
control. He then gives me a kiss on the lips. The kiss is short, but is
warm and full of love.

"It's alright, I'm just glad that you appreciate it, as I wasn't sure that
I was doing the right thing." I reply to Pierre. I am being totally honest,
as I really didn't know whether I was doing the right thing for him, or
not.

"You did exactly what I needed someone to do. I'm just glad it was you who
is here for me, as you do make me feel absolutely wonderful, even when I'm
feeling like shit. Anyway can we go do something, as I really need to take
my mind off things?" Pierre says to me. He is looking a lot better now. His
eyes are red as a result of crying so much. But otherwise he is looking
fine again.

"OK, let's go find Callum and see what he wants to do." I reply. I have
suddenly remembered about my sweet little brother again. He has been all
alone for ages and I am feeling a little guilty about it. It was his idea
for me to comfort Pierre, but I don't think either of us expected me to be
gone so long. I know that he will understand though.

I reluctantly release Pierre from my embrace, and then we both roll off my
bed. Now comes the hard part, as I want to avoid mum again. This time at
all costs. We sneak out of my room and down the hall. I sneak a peek into
the lounge. She isn't there. We enter the lounge and make our way over to
the wide open ranch slider. I take a look around outside. I can't see mum
anywhere at the back of the house. I can't see Callum either. We go over to
the front door which is also wide open, and I take a look out. Callum isn't
there either, but mum is and she is heading towards the house. I don't
think that she sees me. The backdoor is the only option, so we run back
towards it and outside.

We keep running until we are at the top of the sand dunes. Both of us are
panting and sweating from the exertion of the quick sprint. I look around,
trying to spot Callum. I still can't see him and I am starting to get
worried. I decide to walk along the beach to try and find him. So we slide
down the dunes, and onto the warm golden sands of the beach. Callum is
still sitting exactly where I had left him. He sees us and a big smile
comes over his face. He jumps up and ran over to us. Leaping into me and
giving me a huge hug. He then lets me go and embraces Pierre in a hug as
well.

"I'm so sorry for your loss." Callum says as he hugs Pierre tighter. He
really wants to show that he feels sad for Pierre. Pierre already knows
that Callum is feeling sorry for him, so he doesn't really say anything. He
hugs my little brother telling him thank you.

"Callum, Pierre needs to take his mind off it. We need to do something to
help that, so what do you want to do?" I say to my brother. He looks over
at me. He then sighs and releases Pierre from his embrace, but at the same
time I see a spark of excitement in his eyes.

"I'm sorry I didn't realise... What the hell happened to you?" Callum says
a bit ashamed for bringing up Pierre's loss, when he was trying to forget
about it. He then wanders over to me and sees a huge red mark on my
face. His expression turns to one of shock.

"What do you mean, what happen to me?" I ask my brother totally confused by
the question. I don't realise that I have a big red mark on my face from
where mum had hit me.

"You have a red mark on your face. It wasn't there this morning when we had
that chat." Callum states. He is very observant with things like that so I
know that I can't pass it off as something that had happened early in the
morning. Pierre is also giving me a concerned look as he now sees what
Callum has seen.

"When I went to see Pierre, after having had my chat with you, I ran into
mum. We had a huge argument... and... she hit me." I say. I can feel tears
welling up in my eyes, so I wipe them away with the back of my hand. It
feels inconsiderate to Pierre to start crying over having been hit. Pierre
has just found out his dad had died for god's sake, so mum hitting me is so
insignificant compared to that.

"Mum hit you! What like dad used to?" Callum retorts without thinking about
it. We had promised not to bring up dad with anyone one, as we want to
forget that he even exists. But Callum has just blurted it out without
realising. Pierre is now looking at me even more concerned, as he has heard
about domestic violence, and how it can screw up the kids involved.

"No, she only slapped me. It was nothing like that cockhead used to do to
me." I reply to Callum. I am still trying to control my emotions as I
really think that I am being insensitive to Pierre. Callum's expression
shows a little bit of relief knowing mum hasn't hit me as bad as dad used
to, but is still very worried that she may head down the same path as our
father.

"How bad did he hit you? Did he ever hit Callum? Where is he now?" Pierre
asks frantically. He is really worried about me, and wants to know as much
as he can.

Callum gives me a sheepish look, and mouths `sorry' to me. He now realises
that he has said too much. I'm not angry with him, as I know that I
shouldn't hide it from Pierre. Especially as I love him so much. I release
a big sigh, and sit down on the sand. Pierre and Callum also take a seat on
either side of me.

"Dad is in jail. No, he never laid a hand on Callum, as I made sure of
it. I took lots of beatings on behalf of Callum, but I wouldn't have it any
other way. I made sure Callum never got hurt from dad. I could never live
with myself if I had failed. I got beat up real bad..."

"Yeah, dad almost killed him a couple of times when he beat Josh up. Once
he came home and found me cowering in the corner of our lounge, as dad was
about to hit me. Josh asked him what the fuck he was doing. Josh got really
beat up as a result. So bad that the doctors at the hospital were worried
that he might have brain damage or something. Thankfully he didn't. Mum
made Josh lie to everyone though, as she didn't want dad to get in
trouble. Josh had to tell them that he had an accident at school or
something." Callum interrupts me to tell Pierre the story. He feels guilty
for bringing it up in the first place, so he thinks that he should at least
help to tell Pierre what happened.

Callum went into a little too much detail though, as I wasn't going to
worry Pierre that much. Pierre looks in shock from what he hears. He can't'
believe that a father would hit a kid so badly that it almost kills
them. He now understands my relationship with my mother a bit better. He
can see why I seem to blame her for everything. As much as Pierre can't
believe that a father would hit their child, he finds it harder to believe
a mother would watch it happening, and cover for the man. It defies belief.

"Is that why you nose looks a bit funny?" Pierre asks. He is just trying to
make conversation, as he feels that he should say something. It is also a
way to get to know me a little better.

"Yeah, dad broke it at least twice, and it has never reset properly. Anyway
enough of this, let's go do something." I say, trying to draw the attention
away from the past, and back to the present.

"Let go for a swim." Callum says excitedly. It sounds like a good plan, and
as we all have shorts on so we don't need to go home. Callum is the most on
to it, as he stands up and rips off his shirt. He is in the water before
Pierre and I realise what is happening.

Finally catching on to Callum, we rip off our shirts, and chase after
him. Once in the water I tackle Callum, and send both of us sprawling into
the water. Callum re-emerges coughing and spluttering, as I have caught him
off guard. Pierre bursts out laughing at the poor drowned rat. Callum
quickly recovers and tackles me back. We are out in waist deep water at
this stage, which allows Callum to swim under water without being seen. He
emerges behind Pierre and pushes him face first into the water. I have
resurfaced and see it all happening. I am interested as to how Pierre is
going to react.

Pierre is spluttering all over the place when he surfaces. Callum is a bit
worried and goes up to Pierre. Pierre miraculously recovers and pushes
Callum backwards into the water. Pierre laughs at my little brother again,
as he has fallen for Pierre's trap. I am so glad to see that Pierre has
taken it well, and seems happy again. We have a ball pushing each other
over, and generally just enjoying the water. The small swell makes things
even more fun. The best part is that for the moment all our problems cease
to exist.

We play around for a good couple of hours before we tire. I am not prepared
to go home yet so I just lie on the sand. The other two join me. We just
lie there enjoying the sun beating down on us. We are just talking about
absolute garbage. None of us want to bring up anything serious. We are just
boy's being boys'. The mindless chatter seems to have a therapeutic effect
on Pierre and me.

"I gotta pee." I say suddenly. It is the most serious thing that any of us
have said in a while. I get back to my feet and go across the dunes to the
neighbour's property. I have seen the man there taking a leak on their
bushes. Well I didn't really see him, but I knew what he was doing as it
was pretty obvious. I figure it will be alright for me to do so too, anyway
their not home so who's to know.

I find a bush not far inside the property, and pull the front of my shorts
down. I don't take hold of my prick as I am too busy holding my shorts
down. I let rip and watch my thin yellow stream erupt from my prick and
soak the bush. It goes all over the place as I am not aiming my prick to
pee in a certain direction, as I'm not holding it. As soon as I start to
take a leak, Pierre and Callum stand beside me with their pricks hanging
out, and take a leak too. I am amazed to see Callum taking a leak beside
me, especially seeing as his balls are hiding again. It really looks like
he has no balls, just a little dick and nothing else.

I'm not paying much attention to my little bro, as my gaze is firmly fixed
on Pierre's prick. He has pulled his foreskin back to take a leak, so I can
see his lollipop looking reddish brown knob. It looks so delicious, even
with the thin stream of pale yellow piss squirting out the end. Pierre's
gaze is on my little dickie, which has strange sensations coming from it. I
haven't realised that I have stopped peeing. Neither did I notice that it
is getting stiff from the attention Pierre is giving it.

"Joshie, you got a stiffie. I've never seen you with a stiffie before!"
Callum exclaims a little too enthusiastically. He is now staring at my hard
prick, which seems to get even harder from all the attention, it is the
third ever boner that I remember having, and Pierre has been there every
time. I know there has to be a connection between my love for Pierre, and
my dick getting stiff, but I have no idea what it is.

Since I have now finished peeing, I decide that I should put myself
away. So I pull the front of my shorts over my little boner, much to the
disappointment of Pierre, and Callum. I am not really sure why Callum is
disappointed, it is probably because he has never seen me with a stiffie
before so is fascinated by it. As soon as I have put my prick away the
other two follow, and then we go back to where we were before and lie down
on the sand.

We lie there relaxing. None of us say anything as we just enjoy the noises
of nature. The waves crashing on the beach. The wind rustling the leaves on
the trees, and the birds chirping away in an endless conversation. It is
magical, and oh so peaceful. The only problem that I have is what the hell
am I going to do about dinner? I am getting hungry because I haven't eaten
anything all day, as I have spent most of it trying to avoid mum. If I am
to have anything to eat then I know I will have to face up to the dragon
lady. I am not quite ready for that yet.

We continued to lie there, as I am still too scared to go home. Callum and
Pierre aren't prepared to move without me. I am contemplating my options as
my stomach starts growling at me. I can just not eat, but I will have
starved to death by the morning. I can fish for some food, but that means
that I will have to go home to get my gear. I don't have the energy
anyway. The only option is to go home to tea.

"Come on lets go home, as I'm starving." I say as I get to my feet. Pierre
and Callum sense the unease in my voice. They know that I am not quite
ready to face mum again yet.

"I can go and bring tea back for you." Callum says once he is at his
feet. I give him a friendly smile. His thoughtfulness leaves me buzzing in
pride. He really is so sweet. I give him a hug in appreciation for the
gesture.

"No, thank you anyway Callum but mum won't let you bring tea out for
me. You know that. I have to face up to her at some stage, so I suppose now
is as good time as ever." I say. I release Callum from my hug, and then we
all trudge back over the sand dunes towards home. The closer to home we get
the more nervous I become. Callum notices this so runs off ahead to make
sure the coast is clear. Once Pierre and I finally make it to the backdoor
Callum re-emerges carrying a note in his hand.

"Mum's not home at the moment, she left this." Callum says and hands the
note to me. I take it and read through it.

Josh.  I have gone out for a while. Your tea is in the oven, if it's cold
by the time you get home just put it in the microwave for a couple of
minutes. You should all go to bed early tonight as we will be leaving early
in the morning.  Mum.

I let out a huge sigh of relief after reading the note. It means that I
hopefully won't have to face mum till tomorrow. I read the note to the
other two so that they know what is going on. They both look happy too, as
they both don't want to see mum at the moment. Pierre is tempted to tell
her what he thinks of her, after having heard what I have had to put up
with. Callum just isn't happy with mum because she hit me. He thinks that
all that had gone away when dad went to jail. Relieved, we head inside so
that I can finish getting everyone's dinner ready.

I go straight through to the kitchen, while the other two take a seat in
the lounge. I open up the oven a check to see how hot tea is. It is still
pretty warm, which means that mum has left only recently. I take the still
hot plates out to Pierre and Callum, and hand them a plate each. Then I go
back for my own tea.

Yet again mum hasn't put any thought into dinner, but I am so starved that
I don't care. She has cooked some frozen crumbed chicken nuggets. The sort
you buy in a box at your local supermarket, with that she has cooked up
chips and mixed vegetables. Thanks to the extra time the chips spent in the
oven they are cooked through. That is a rarity when mum is
cooking. Unfortunately she has put the vegetables on the plates before
putting them back in the oven. As a result they are all wrinkled up and
dried out. They are also really hard. We all mow down the food pretty
quickly, as we are all really hungry. Callum is the only one of us who has
had anything to eat today, but that was breakfast first thing in the
morning.

Once everyone has finished, I tell Callum to go and take a quick shower. He
does as he is told as normal. He isn't the type to put up a fight about
anything. He has seen too many fights, and they all seem to end badly. He
is too scared to fight for things as a result. Once he has left, I clean up
and load the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and put it on. As soon as
Callum is done in the shower, I mention to Pierre that he should take
one. He looks a little disappointed that I am not going to join him, but I
think it is best not to. You know just encase mum comes back. I don't want
another fight with her, so decide to play it safe.

I go to check on Callum, who has gone to our room to dry himself off
properly. He puts on his finding Nemo pictured summer pyjama bottoms, and
matching top. Once he has his top button done up, he hops into bed and I
tuck him in. He gives me a hug before he lies down and makes himself
comfortable. I give him a little kiss on his forehead before he rolls on
his side. He will be sound asleep by the time I return to the room. Pierre
enters just as Callum is making himself comfy. He is drying himself off as
he walks into the room, leaving his pecker exposed for all to see. Well
mainly for me to drawl over. I shake my head to return back to the real
world, and reluctantly leave to take my shower.

I quickly scrub myself clean then turn the shower off. I grab my towel and
dry my body as I walk back to my bedroom. I close the door behind me and
turn out the light, as I enter. Pierre is sitting on the side of my bed
completely naked. I suppose he doesn't have any night clothes to wear, so
it is to be expected. I finish drying off and get into my bed pulling
Pierre down with me.

"Are you going to sleep with me again tonight?" I ask my sexy French
boy. My voice is hushed so I don't wake Callum, who as I expected is
asleep. I give him a loving smile trying to convince him that it is
alright. I really don't need to, as he is hoping that I will let him sleep
with me. It helps him sleep well, as he doesn't seem to have those horrible
nightmares when he is sleeping with me.

"Of course I want to sleep with you. Are you going to wear your diapers?"
Pierre whispers to me, having seen me start to pull the sheet over our
naked bodies. I think he is a little worried that I might have an accident
during the night. His fears are to be expected I suppose.

"No. I'm confident that with you sleeping by my side, that I will have my
third dry night in a row." I answer back, still whispering. I then hug
Pierre getting him to stop worrying. He understands what I mean, as he
finds that sleeping with me is making his problems go away as well. He hugs
me back and gives me a loving kiss on the lips.

"I love you." He says after the kiss.

"I love you too." I reply and kiss him back. Each time we kiss it feels so
electric, and I really don't want each kiss to end. This time the only
reason we stop kissing is because we both fall into a deep sleep.

"Come on you lot. Get up, as I want to leave shortly." Mum yells banging on
the door. She refuses to open it, as she doesn't think that she will be
able to handle the scene on the other side of the door. She presumes that
we are sleeping together, but doesn't realise that we are also naked. She
really would have flipped out then. She plays it safe and doesn't open the
door. She figures it is better not to know then she can rest easy.

The three of us wake with a start at the sudden banging on the door. I am
really groggy and don't really comprehend anything. All I know is that I
had better get up and changed. My crotch feels a little weird, but I feel
dry so I don't pay much attention to it. My eyes aren't focusing either so
I didn't really see anything. I struggle to get out of bed, having to
untangle myself from Pierre first. Then I stumble to my drawers to find
some clothes.

Callum is in the same state, but as per usual when he gets woken before he
is ready, he has a really grumpy look on his face. He staggers over to his
drawers to find some clothes. Then he quickly strips and gets changed. He
pulls on some yellow Scooby Doo undies, and follows that with some black
knee length shorts. He covers his chest with a blue collared shirt, and
slips his feet into some jandals.

I notice that the grey track pants that Pierre was wearing the other day,
are back in the drawers. I pull them out and throw them to my naked
boyfriend, who promptly pulls them on. I then hand him a white printed T
shirt to put on. I pull on some blue briefs and grey surf shorts, and
button and zip them up. Then I pull on an orange T shirt with surfing
graphics on the back, and put jandals on my feet. We are all ready to go,
except I still have a funny feeling in my crotch. I ignore it.

We trudge through the house towards the front door. It is still dark
outside, and we are all still half asleep. I am last out the door, and slam
it behind me. I don't mean to slam it. I just don't have enough
coordination due to still being too sleepy, and as a result it just sort of
happens. Mum is already in the car, and has the motor running. We all climb
into the backseat. Callum sitting behind mum, I take the middle seat and
Pierre takes the seat on the passenger's side. Callum and Pierre close the
doors as they get in, and we all put our seatbelts on. Callum is asleep
again before we even leave the driveway. I lean onto Pierre's shoulder and
follow my brother back into slumber land. I don't think Pierre lasts much
longer.

Mum isn't impressed when she looks through the rear view mirror. She hates
the fact that I am lying on Pierre. The only saving grace is the fact that
I am fast asleep, so she knows with me being in the middle that I will be
lying on someone. She would have preferred me to lie on Callum. At the time
I hadn't made a conscious choice to lie on Pierre. He is on my more natural
side for the way I like to lie. If Callum had been there then I probably
will be lying on him instead. Mum bites her tongue, as she has planned to
day as an apology. She still is not going to accept our relationship, but
she has other plans for that.

I wake up after about an hour, and am surprised to see us still
driving. What surprises me more is that I don't recognise where we are. I
thought that we would have been heading to Kaitaia again, but that is an
hour and a halves journey and it follows the coast most of the way. We are
inland so that writes that way off. We also aren't anywhere north of
Kaitaia as the scenery is all wrong and we haven't been in the car long
enough. I just spend the time looking out of the window trying to work out
where we are. It isn't until we arrive at our destination that I know where
we have been heading, as we have passed through no real towns during the
time I have been awake.

Our destination is Kerikeri. It is situated at the northern end of the
famous Bay of Islands. The town has a Mediterranean feel to it. Citrus
fruit growers are trying to sell their goods from little shops on the edge
of town. Even in town itself it has a Mediterranean air to it, for a small
town it has a thriving café culture. It is also a historic town by New
Zealand standards, with two of the oldest buildings in the country situated
right here.

We are heading that way too. We go down to the Kerikeri River, and cross
the bridge. Pierre and Callum are both awake at this point. Pierre is
buzzing with excitement at seeing the two glorious old buildings right
beside the bridge. Mum parks the car, and we all get out. It is a beautiful
little spot here. You can hardly tell that you are actually in a town aside
from the two old buildings. All around the place all you can see is native
bush, and the river weaving its way towards the bay.

We walk across the road to get a closer look at the old buildings. We are a
little early as they haven't opened up yet, but just seeing them from the
outside is impressive enough. The first building is a shop built from
stone. It is known as the stone store, and is the oldest building made from
stone in the country. Adjacent to the stone store is the mission
house. This is built from wood in 1822, and is New Zealand's oldest wooden
structure.

They are nothing compared to what Pierre is used to in France, but he is
still excited as he just likes history. Time frames don't matter to him it
is more about the history it represents. For Pierre he gets as much
excitement seeing two of New Zealand's oldest building, as he does looking
at ancient Roman structures in France. For me and Callum we are fascinated
just the same. For us it means a little more as this is the history of our
country.

I am still a little wary of mum, and try to keep my distance. But I am
overawed by the spectacular sights. I have sort of forgotten how angry I am
with mum, as she has brought us here. It is somewhere that I've wanted to
see for ages. I am really happy being here, and am starting to forgive mum
for yesterday. Mum has more planned than just seeing the buildings, as we
cross the road again and walk towards a little dirt track.

We take a walkway to an ancient Pa site. All that still exists today is a
terraced hill, but the information signs that are put up along the walkway
allow us to be able to visualise what the old Maori fortified village would
have looked like when it was still up. It is really cool seeing how the
native Maori used to live.

The walk itself is really beautiful too. It is through native bush, and
feels like we are miles from anywhere even though it is only a ten minute
walk. It is so peaceful, that all that we can hear is the water gurgling
away in the river below and birds chirping away high in the trees. The best
sight is when I see a Tui land on a branch, just meters from me. I point it
out to Pierre, and inform him about the rare black native bird. The
distinguishing feature of the bird is the little white tuft of feathers
which stands out against the black of the rest of the bird. It also has the
most wonderful songs.

Once at the ancient Pa site we sit on the neatly tended grass. The council
has done a good job preserving the remnants of the ancient Pa. They have
cleared the entire bush around the terraced foundations enabling a good
view of what it would have looked like. They have left a couple of really
old native trees on the site, as it is believed that the trees were growing
there while the Pa was still active. The site is now well tended grass on
the terraced hill, and bathed in sunlight making it a popular spot for a
picnic. With the river sloshing away as it flows effortlessly towards the
sea at the bottom of the hill, it makes it even more peaceful.

Mum pulls out some sandwiches from her handbag, as well as a can of
lemonade each. She had prepared the sandwiches first thing this morning,
before she woke us up. She hands us each a sandwich and a drink. We unwrap
the cling wrap covered sandwiches and chow down. It is a luncheon sandwich
with tomato sauce, one of my favourites. Because she has made them fresh
this morning the sauce hasn't had long enough to make the bread soggy, the
sandwich still tastes great. We quickly scoff down the sandwich, and drink
our lemonade, and we are feeling a lot better by the end of it. We are
fuller of energy.

Whist drinking the lemonade the strange feeling I am getting in my crotch
seems to get stronger. I still don't know what is happening, and I can't
exactly just take a look either. I try to ignore it, but the longer I
ignore it the stronger it gets. We finish our breakfast, and mum gathers up
all the rubbish, and puts it in the plastic bag that she has in her
handbag. Once mum is happy that we have collected all of our rubbish, we
set off back for the car.

Pierre and I drift behind mum and my brother on the walk back. I use this
opportunity to have a quick feel of my crotch. My dick feels like it is
hard. I can't understand why. I look ahead to mum, and notice that she
isn't paying attention to us at this stage. Knowing that she isn't looking
I pull the front of my shorts out, to try and take a better look. It
doesn't work as it is still too dark down there, so I put my hand down and
feel myself. It is hard. I am really confused as I have never been hard in
the morning before. In fact the only time I remember being hard is when
Pierre is staring at my little dick.

"Pierre my dick is stiff. I think it has been like that since I woke up
this morning. Do you know why?" I whisper to Pierre. He gives me an amused
look. He knows the answer but can't believe that I don't. He has totally
forgotten about the fact that I used to wet the bed, so haven't experienced
this problem before.

"Josh, you have a piss boner. You get it in the mornings when you really
need to take a piss. I'm quite surprised that you haven't had an accident
yet, as if it was like that when you first woke up than you must be
completely busting by now." Pierre replies also whispering. It is now that
I realised that he is right. Due to the strange sensations in my crotch, I
have overlooked the overwhelming urge to pee.

Now that I know that I need to pee the situation seems to get a lot more
critical. I now start jiggling around, and hopping from one foot to the
other, well when I am not walking I do. We are back at the car by this
stage so I can't just sneak off to a bush to relieve myself. Mum won't
approve with me doing that, so not being able to do it covertly I write the
idea off. Mum unlocks the car, while I scope around for a public
toilet. There isn't one.

"Mum, I need to go pee real bad. Can you quickly find a toilet somewhere?"
I say to mum. My voice is starting to show signs of panic telling mum how
urgent this is.

Mum doesn't reply, she just nods her head instead and finishes unlocking
the car. Callum gets back in the same side he was on the trip here. Pierre
scoots into the middle seat so that I can get out quickly when we find some
toilets. I scramble in and slam the door behind me. Then I quickly put on
my seatbelt. It seems like an eternity before everyone else has their
seatbelts on, and mum starts the car. Mum reverses out of the park onto the
road, and then we set off towards Kerikeri's town centre.

It is an agonizingly slow journey into town to find some toilets. The town
has lots of cafes and other touristy shops but not a lot else. There are a
couple of chain department stores, the usual ones which you will find in
any town of notable size in the country. Otherwise the shops are more set
up to cater for the booming tourist trade which frequents the area. It
being the largest town in the Bay of Islands means it has the largest town
centre, but it is still pretty small compared to other towns. Pretty much
right in the centre of town are the public toilets, which are an old
fashion concrete block style building of which a lot of public toilets in
New Zealand are.

I don't wait till mum has fully parked the car before I take my seatbelt
off. The moment the car has come to a stop, and mum has put on the
handbrake, I throw open the door and jump out. I take a quick look to see
which is the men's toilets and run towards the door.

It is pretty dark and gloomy inside due to only being lit up by a couple of
meagre incandescent lights. Directly opposite the door is a long stainless
steel urinal. At the far end of the urinal are four cubicles all painted a
dark green colour. On the wall beside the door, opposite the urinals and
cubicles is a bench with three separate wash basins installed into it. Each
basin has its own soap dispenser. Beside the bench are a couple of
automatic hand driers. The walls are painted an off white colour but due to
the age of the structure have a grimy unclean look to them.

I know that in my current state heading to the cubicles like I normally
would, is out of the question. I don't see the logic in trying to aim my
little boner towards the toilet bowl when I can just use the urinals and
not have to aim it anywhere. So I walk up to the urinals and get in
position. Due to how urgent the need to take a leak is, I really struggle
to get a grip on the zipper in my shorts. As I am fumbling away desperately
trying to get a hold of the zip, I sense someone enter and take up position
beside me at the urinal. I look over thinking that it is Callum or
Pierre. I get the shock of my life to see a man standing there with his
cock already in his hands.

***

Damn that lemonade. Or is it because I have just remembered the day that I
got my first piss boner? Either way I really needed to take a piss now,
which leaves me with another problem. I am going to have to talk to mum. I
haven't really said a word to her for about three days, well other than
telling her to get fucked when I first got into the car. Now I am going to
have to swallow my pride and talk to her. I really don't want to, but if I
don't I will end up pissing my pants. Unless she is planning on stopping at
the next toilets anyway then I won't have to say anything. It is a risk
that I am not willing to take.

"Mum, can you stop at the next toilets? I need to take a leak." I say to
her wearily. I am expecting mum to make a big deal about the fact that I
have finally talked to her. I am hoping that she won't because I still am
not in the mood for her shit right now. I have only said something to her
as a last resort. It is an act of utter desperation.

"You will have to hold on for a little while. We will be in Whangarei in
about fifteen minutes. I will stop at the toilets there." She replies to
me. She is happy to hear my voice again as she was starting to wonder as to
whether I would ever talk to her again. She knows that she has severely
fucked up, but can't fix what she has done. We are both just going to have
to get used to it. Like it or not.

I am glad that she doesn't make a big deal of me talking to her again. I am
disappointed that I will still have to hold on for another quarter of an
hour, at least. But I have no choice so I do everything that I can to take
my mind off it.

We are stopping in Whangarei to take a piss, how ironic. It is about all
Whangarei is famous for, is as a piss stop for travellers going from
Auckland to the Bay of Islands, or vice versa. It is actually a nice city
with plenty to do, but most people don't bother to stop to check out the
place. The city centre is pretty bland and boring, but around the harbour
Whangarei takes on a whole new life.

There is a beautiful drive that goes from the port out to the heads of the
Whangarei harbour. The drive goes past the bush clad hills on the north and
the aqua blue water of the harbour to the south. Because the northern side
of the harbour is hilly there are lots of great vantage points overlooking
the southern side of the harbour, and the impressive Marsden Point oil
refinery. On the harbour road there are lots of small quirky settlements
dotted along the drive out to the heads. There are plenty of bush walks up
into the hills as well. The most impressive is to the top of Mt Manaia,
which is a sheer rocky outcrop that can be seen from anywhere in
Whangarei. It almost looks like a fortress protecting the city.

The harbour basin in Whangarei itself is beautiful. It's dotted with lots
of boutique shops all built in the colonial way. It has an air of history
to it, even though most of the buildings are relatively new. The area is
immaculate, probably the nicest area in the whole of the city. It is also
the focus for all the entertainment the city has to offer, as it tries to
cash in on the tourists who do bother to stop here.

The most impressive landmark in Whangarei has to be the 26m high Whangarei
falls. It is an impressive sight especially given that you are pretty close
to the centre of the city. After heavy rain the falls are even more
impressive due to the huge volume of water thundering over the edge of an
old basalt lava flow. The only problem with the falls after heavy rain is
that the water turns an ugly brown colour, due to silt runoff further up
the river. The best thing for me is that is where the closest toilets are
located.

Mum pulls the car up to a park in the Whangarei falls reserve and I quickly
jump out. From the outside the toilets look uninviting, but when you are
desperate you don't think too much of it. It is a wooden structure only
maybe ten years old. The problem is that the city has a high crime rate so
the toilets have been heavily tagged. It also shows other signs of
vandalism, but a lot of that has stopped as the city council has installed
numerous security cameras around the toilets, and the car park. They are
trying their hardest to try to curb the crime rate of the area, so that
tourists can feel safe to come here.

Inside the toilets is a totally different story. They look new and clean.
The city council has pretty much had to replace the whole interior of the
toilets due to repetitive vandalism. It isn't too uncommon to come into the
toilets and find the porcelain urinals, and toilet bowls smashed to pieces.
All that has pretty much stopped since the cameras have been installed. In
the few cases of vandalism after the installation of the cameras, the
culprits have been quickly apprehended because the footage makes them
easily identifiable. So the park is now a pretty safe place to come to
again.

Like most toilets the urinals are on the wall opposite the door, with the
cubicles located at the end of the row of urinals. On the wall beside the
door are the wash basins and automatic hand driers. Without thinking I walk
straight up to one of the porcelain urinals. I am wearing black board
shorts which come with a fly and a button, but the tab for the zipper is
broken. I have to fumble around with the button to try and get it undone so
that I can pull my little dick out. I hear someone else enter the toilets
while I am struggling with the button. I have a feeling that mum has woken
up Callum and made him use the toilet too.

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