Date: Sat, 11 Sep 2010 22:29:30 +0100 From: Alex P Subject: On the Poolboy Payroll 2 The thing about boys is that, left to their own devices, they'll do terribly dirty things. So if you're under eighteen or live somewhere where such horrors aren't welcome, save yourself and click away now. To those still left, here's the second installment I hinted was coming. I had some amazing feedback after part one, and I really appreciate it - I tried to respond to everyone, so if you didn't get a reply then your email likely got lost in the internet pipes somewhere. Damn those pipes. It turns out most of you liked Cooper's naive innocence and watching it get eroded away, so our boy gets a further education in part two. As before, comments, feedback and general whimsy to alexp336@gmail.com. Thanks! === On the Poolboy Payroll - Part Two *** I'd expected to wake up riddled with guilt, self-disgust and flooded with confusion over my sexuality. In reality, it was the continued odd sensations from my ass that were most noticeable. Don't get me wrong, I'd pushed half a digit or so inside on occasion, just to tip me over the edge while jerking off, but Alex had been a whole lot more insistent when he finger-fucked me the previous day. It didn't hurt - and, thank fuck, there was no blood - but it left me a whole lot more aware of my ass than I might normally be. In the shower, as I ran soapy hands across my chest and tried to avoid blanking out all hope of self-contemplation with some quick wrist action, I tried to figure out where the experience at Simon's pool left me, sexuality-wise. I wasn't naive enough to think that being jerked off by a guy automatically made me gay, but nor was I blinkered enough to miss how much I'd enjoyed it at the time, and how little regret I had afterwards. As I'd told Alex in the gym, I'd never had a girlfriend before. I'd always told myself that I was waiting until I got my body to a level where I'd feel sufficiently comfortable to put myself out there and play the field. The thought of rejection as some teen weakling was too horrible to consider. Obviously that would mean sex was unlikely too, at least if I wanted to involve anyone other than my hands, since ours wasn't the sort of town where casual fucks were readily available. At least, if they were, nobody had told me where I should be going to collect my allowance. Now, though, I began to wonder whether my reluctance to approach girls had been more than simple caution, and instead was a sign that somewhere, deep in what was turning out to be a pretty confusing subconscious, I'd decided that girls weren't actually what I was looking for at all. And if that was the case, and if I wasn't content to stick with my own masturbatory attentions for the rest of my life - and, frankly, I wasn't - then that left other guys. My thoughts were curtailed by the hot water running out, and it did a pretty good job axing my erection too. Whatever confusions I had, I knew I wanted to see Alex again, and I also knew the best place to do that. Walking a few houses down to where I'd carefully parked the Mini - reckoning a discussion with my parents about which of my friends would generously loan me a car would probably lead to more questions than I had suitable answers - I began to head over to the gym. *** This time I had coins for the lockers, and so getting changed was a far smoother affair. Roughly folding my t-shirt and jeans, standing in my boxers in the changing room, I found myself looking around at the other guys in various stages of undress. On the face of it, this was nothing new - most people would check out who else was in the room, after all - but a small exhibitionist streak, at least, had been awakened inside of me, and I was curious as to who might be looking at me, too. Considering the time - shortly after 9.00am, with the office crowd already cleared out - there were relatively slim pickings. A couple of elderly guys slowly changed from tracksuits to almost identical tracksuits, presumably going from outdoor to workout clothes though it could easily have been the reverse, while one harried looking middle-aged exec rushed to fix his tie, obviously running late. More interesting was a guy I'd not seen before, late twenties from what I could tell and stripping out of an Armani t-shirt while pulling out shorts and a vest from his bag. Like me he was blonde, though lighter and with shorter hair, reasonably slim and with wiry, well-veined arms. He wore geeky, thick black framed glasses, a fashion that had even managed to reach our town, though his lithe torso certainly didn't fit the stereotype of a chubby, chip-guzzling internet addict. As he dropped his knee-length cargo shorts, he looked across and caught my eye. I steeled myself to not instantly look away, though did after a second or two of contact. He flexed an eyebrow, gave a tiny "wassup" nod and went back to pushing his shorts into his locker. His choice of underwear wasn't as skimpy as Alex favoured, that was for sure, but it was just as form fitting: white and cut boxer-length, but skin-tight and clinging. He had a surprisingly curved ass for someone so slim everywhere else. Eye-contact again, and I wondered whether I was drifting toward the unacceptable side of staring. He had a half-smile, at least, which led me to believe I wasn't going to get beat up or reported to gym management, but I was so naive of what signals I could expect to see - naive, until now, that such signals might ever be directed at me, or that I would be looking out for them - that I wasn't sure of the next step. Meanwhile he had pulled on his workout shorts and was finishing tugging on a vest, and began to walk over toward me. As I started to take deep breaths, running through potential opening lines in my head - and coming up with, frankly, nothing - the loud changing room door clattered open and shut. Alex, wearing dark blue jeans and a short-sleeved shirt strolled through, catching sight of me and lighting up with another of the thousand-watt smiles that had so entranced me the previous day. He grinned at the other guy, who turned back to shut his locker and walk out to the cardio room, nodding and half-smiling at me as he went. I managed a brief nod of my own before Alex was next to me. "Cooper, my man, good to see you this morning! I thought I recognised the car out in the lot." I grinned back at him - there was little you could do otherwise when faced with Alex's open, honest expression. "Hey Alex, good to see you too." I was suddenly very aware that I was standing in my boxers while Alex was fully dressed, and a blush began to spread. It seemed stupid to be so intimidated, considering he'd had a couple of fingers knuckle-deep inside me less than 24hrs earlier - and finished up our encounter by scooping my own cum into my mouth and watching as I suckled on his fingers - but I was still relatively unused to being checked out. And, I had to face it, Alex was checking me out. Oh yes, he smiled while he did it, and made plenty of eye-contact, but I could see him looking me up and down, from my bare feet on the tile of the locker room floor, up my lightly furred legs, across my boxers - which were beginning to hang a little differently, as my cock chubbed up at the attention - and then at my chest. My nipples were hard nubs, and while I knew I could turn away, take out a vest from my bag and continue getting changed, something at the back of my brain was telling me I should wait until Alex had seen what he wanted to see. "You need someone to spot you?" he asked, reaching a hand under his t-shirt and absent-mindedly stroking at his stomach. The fabric lifted, showing off a triangular glimpse of the taut muscle underneath. I could see the waistband of whatever underwear he was wearing, just poking above his jeans, a lime green strip that kept catching my eye. "Um, sure, that'd be good" I told him, eyes hypnotised by that rubbing thumb. "Not sure if I could keep up with you, though!" He laughed, not a mean laugh but a carefree one. "I think we can push each other on, my friend, test some limits out." A wink; I had to glance away or risk my whole face turning scarlet. "Now come on, get dressed before that thing pops out and demands some attention!" Turning to the locker, he peeled off his shirt and I had another chance to see the extent of his developed upper body. Just as he'd stared at me before, I felt a little justified in looking more closely at him. Alex's waist tapered in neatly, his skin evenly tanned and his chest broad and fronted by two slabs of defined muscle. Nothing bodybuilder-extreme, no, but certainly more than the average build of a casual gym-goer. His arms were nicely in proportion, and I watched his hands as he pulled his gear out of his rucksack. Thick, long fingers; my groin gave a jolt as I remembered the feel of them on me, tips circling around my hole and running long strokes against the hardness between ass and balls, scooping up my own precum and using it to lubricate his way into me. As I watched, Alex undid his jeans and stepped out of them. Side-on, I could see the ample, rounded swell of his buttocks in the clinging white of his briefs. I could hardly avoid seeing the fullness in the pouch front, too; the lime green piping, as on the waistband, emphasised his heft, framed it. More green at the leg openings, where his chunky, hard cut thighs emerged, then shapely calves and sizeable feet. He glanced over at me, took in my gaze. I realised my mouth had opened slightly, lips parted; I wasn't quite panting like a dog in heat, but the tenting in my boxers certainly gave away my interest. "Dude" he said quietly, loud enough so that only he and I could hear, "I love it when you watch me." I gulped, hard. I'd expected him to make some joke about my attention, about saving it for later or something. Hearing that he was as affected by my staring as I had been by his, well, it sent strange waves through my stomach. I remembered his comments to me, as I'd lay on the lounger with the remnants of spunk across my face. "Good show" I parroted, "fucking good show." He beamed at me, reached down and cupped his ample crotch, eyes never wavering from mine. I wanted, then, to be the one holding him. As before, I didn't know what I expected to do were that the case, didn't know if simply touching another guy's cock would be enough to dismiss my curiosity or if I'd then be driven on further. "I've got something for you" he said, reaching into his bag again. "You need something more flattering, a hot young thing like yourself." He handed me what I could immediately tell was underwear. I held it out by the thick elastic waistband; 2xist was printed along its silver length, the rest of the material scant in comparison. White briefs with high cut legs. It had been years since I wore briefs - I'd changed to boxers, loose and baggy, when all the other boys at school had. "Put them on, Coop." Quiet and insistent. My body began to obey even as my brain asked why I was so willing to take orders from these cool-headed older guys. Yesterday I'd not even considered defiance as Simon had told me what to do with my spunk. I pushed down my boxers, having to ease the waistband over what was now well on the way to a full erection. Just as I went to bend, to step a foot into my new briefs, Alex reached out and wrapped his fingers around my cock. I felt my knees half buckle as they had done by the pool, when he'd reached around for the first time and gripped me through the wet Speedo. My eyes immediately darted around, checking out who might see what was going on between us. The room was, thankfully, empty. The blood rushed in my ears. Alex gently drew his fingers along my shaft, tracing the curves and veins. First his fingertips would be buried in my sparse pubes, stroking around the thickened root of my gently throbbing prick, before pulling up to circle the flared, swollen head. I was leaking, just a bead of glistening precum oozing from my piss-slit, and Alex smeared his thumb across it. I was frozen in place, as he reached up and rubbed that same thumb across my lips, still half open. I could smell the earthy tang of my juice, heady in my nostrils; so strong, it seemed as though the whole room was soaked through with my sex. "Lick" he ordered, and I ran my tongue over my mouth, tasting the saltiness there. "Good boy." He winked at me. "Now get dressed, we've got some weights to lift." For the second time, I bent to step into the 2xist briefs, pulling the elastic waist up and tucking my hard cock and tightened balls into the pouch front. My dick stretched out and across to the left, the curve of the shaft and ridge of my glans prominent through the elastic material. Looking down, I could see the front of the briefs bowing out as my erection tried to burst free. The closeness of the material left the feelings in my groin particularly heightened; it was an odd sensation, my shorts brushing against me. At the next locker, Alex was lacing up his shoes, his heel pulled up on the bench. It pulled the fabric close around his bulging crotch, and I wished I could be so forward as he had been, that I could reach out and touch him between the legs. The door banged; the moment fizzled. Grinning - and with a glance or two down at my still-hard dick - he led me out to the fitness centre. *** Ninety minutes later - a gruelling ninety minutes, to say the least - we were back in the locker room, this time soaked with sweat and both much in need of a shower. My erection had faded after the third set of leg-presses Alex had forced me through: any half-expectation I might have had that "workout" was code for "flirting while you flex your biceps" was soon shown inaccurate. Alex dropped shirt, shorts, then underwear, leaving them in a damp heap under the bench. His briefs still held their stretched-out shape where his cock had nestled, and I found myself wondering how it might feel to bury my face in there, to feel his dick sweat rubbing across my nose and lips. Then I watched his ass move as he walked the few paces to the showers. He paused, looked over his shoulder. "Dude, you stink. Shower time." I quickly shucked my clothes, hurried over to follow him in. I guess these showers are set up both for shrinking violets and those blissfully unaware of anybody else: as well as a row of a few curtained cubicles along one wall, there's a rank of simple showerheads opposite for those unconcerned with privacy. It didn't surprise me that Alex made straight for the middle of that row, twisting the water on and stepping underneath the quickly steaming stream. Without looking at me he called out. "Seriously, Coop, get your ass over here." I knew he was joking with me, but - whether it was the lingering memory of his personal trainer style demands on the gym machines, or of his quietly confident sexual exploration the previous day - I didn't stop to question him, instead scurrying over to the shower head along from him. The water was hot, very hot, and instantly delicious on my tight, aching muscles. I punched at the soap dispenser, began to lather up my body. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Alex doing the same, flattened palms gliding slickly across his chest and stomach, round his rippled sides and over his lower back, down across his ass and then up again. I felt myself begin to rise again, as I peered down and watched a stream of sudsy water run off the head of his cock. Though I'd seen him half-naked - even, briefly, completely naked - before, somehow the water heightened it. I knew Alex was built and, from having seen his flexing hardness the previous day in the confines of his swimsuit, I knew he had a big dick, but right now I was mesmerised. He was certainly bigger than me, and I wasn't especially ashamed of what I had hanging between my legs - or, right now, standing increasingly stiffly - with a plum-fat head at the end of a broad, tanned length. His pubes were razored short, a sparse triangular patch above the root. As I watched, Alex began to swell. A shiver went through me - this was the first time I'd seen another cock get erect, and I knew (or at least was pretty sure) that I was part of the reason for it happening, that my proximity was causing it. I glanced up, saw him watching me and my gaping attention. He turned, face onto me. Stepped forward. The heads of our dicks were close I could see, almost touching, as I glanced down and then back to his unblinking eye-contact. He reached out, resting his erection in the palm of his hand, then pushing it across, moving forward at the same time, and pulling my own cock in against it. He wrapped his fingers around our brushing shafts, bringing my hand down to cradle the other side. The two throbbing lengths felt burning hot. "You've got a big cock, Coop" he told me, and I felt a surge of pride. He gently moved our hands, carefully stroking us together. "I know Simon liked you. He told me he thinks you'd be a good fuck." My breath began to get ragged. I thought of Brad and Cat, the young-looking Asian teen spread out on all fours as his dark-skinned friend finger-banged him roughly. I wondered if they'd screwed each other after I'd left in my post-cum daze, Cat's face pressed into the bench as Brad punched his thick black inches into the boy's ass. I wondered how it would feel to have Cat's ass tight around my dick, to look down and see my white cock stretching out his hole. And then I realised Simon might not have meant that all, that he could've seen me on the floor, reaching back to pull open my ass as Brad - or Alex, or Cat, or even he himself - pressed themselves inside of me. After all, I'd had Alex's fingers open me up, and more than that I'd loved every minute of it: bucking and twisting to get more of him in me, to have him rub that bump of sparking pleasure deep inside. "Turn and face the wall, Coop." I looked at Alex with frightened eyes, for a moment believing he'd read my mind. Was he going to try to fuck me, right here in the gym shower? Alex had always been unconcerned with what - or who - was around him, and he'd succeeded in bringing out an exhibitionist streak I hadn't known was in me, but this seemed too much, too risky. "Come on, you trust me don't you dude?" His wheedling voice made my balls itch, while the press of his cock against my own sucked the sense out of my head. I twisted, put both palms flat against the tiled wall. I couldn't look behind me, couldn't watch to see what Alex was doing; I was embarrassed, ashamed at my own submission, thrilled and sickened in equal measure at what could be about to happen, what I could be caught doing. His first hand slipped round and cradled my belly, fingers pressing at the soft ridges of muscle there. Then I felt his other, dipping in-between my cheeks and running down, brushing softly across my hole and then underneath, to rub against the back of my scrotum. As his fingers played with the few folds of loose skin there, his soap-slick thumb pushed against my fluttering ass. Unconsciously I pushed my hips back - Alex helped me, guiding me with his hand at my stomach - against the carefully probing digit. I knew there was little way we could escape complete discovery should someone walk into the shower, there was no practical excuse for my prone form against the wall and Alex's hands caressing my teenage body. "Jerk your dick, Coop" he whispered in my ear, lips close enough to the side of my head that I could feel the heat from him. I reached one hand down, gripped myself just like he'd been holding me only minutes before. Alex's thumb was inside me now, different to his fingers - more curved, angular and blunt - and pushing in and down, as if he were closing his hand around me both inside and out. My fist jerked on my cock, water from the shower running across my face and making me blink and snort. I could feel from the movement that Alex was jerking himself too, one hand still on me and the other pumping his thick erection. The knowledge sucked my balls up against my groin, sent tingles up to the tip of my dick. "I'm going to cum all over your ass, Coop" he told me, and I rested my forehead against the tiles, light-headed. Something nudged my butt cheek, and I knew it was the spongy, heavy head of his dick. I wondered if he was leaving precum trails across me, and that was the thought that tipped me over the edge. Gasping, the movements on my knob grew frantic, focusing on the sensitive flare of the head - Alex drove his thumb in as deep as he could, and I spurted against the wall, some of the spunk splatting against the white tiles and some of it caught in the rush of the shower and whisked to the drain. "Fuck, yeah, your ass is biting my thumb off" Alex hissed, and I felt hot wetness against my cheeks as he blew his load on me. The stickiness smeared down, oozing into the crack; he pulled out his thumb, rubbed it in his slime and then pushed it back into my hole. I knew he was finger-fucking me lubed up with his own jizz, that his seed was in me just as surely as if he'd fucked me raw. And then he was resting against me, the full length of his torso pressed hotly against my back as his hand slipped from my groin and his chin rested on my shoulder. *** We'd showered quickly - properly - after that, pulled on clothes while stifling laughter amid the mid-morning rush of locker room users, and then walked out to the parking lot together. As I buckled up, Alex leaned in over the door, one muscled arm resting on the top of the windscreen. "Simon says to come round tomorrow" he told me, grinning, and I smiled back even as a ball of anxiety and anticipation furled itself in my stomach. *** Getting to Simon's house by car was much quicker than taking the bus had been, and so I spent a few minutes parked on the street outside as I waited for my "allotted" arrival time. It gave me a chance to think, too, something I didn't feel I'd been doing much of over the past few days. Instead, most of my actions felt like they'd been done spontaneously: basic physical response more than anything else. That could mean, of course, that some unknown sexual urges had been awoken in me - the "you were gay all along, but you didn't realise it" theory, I suppose - or perhaps that I was the "victim" of some deeply compelling men who used my naivety to propel me into situations I'd normally never have encountered. To be honest, neither explanation felt all too good to me. If I were gay - and it still felt like a big "if", despite what I'd done with Alex so far - that would take a whole lot of getting used to; I'd have to think about telling people, my parents, friends. As for the other, that I'd been coerced somehow, I couldn't argue with the strength of my response; I could still feel the force of my cum hitting my face, the whole-body orgasm that had made my spine tingle and my toes spasm. Then again, touch a sex-starved teenage guy and you're going to get a response, right? I'd not touched anybody back, maybe all Alex had done was strum some horny part of me in just the same way a girl would do one day. It wasn't "gay" if you'd been the one getting touched... My arguments - which sounded pretty weak, even to me - faded as I noticed the time. Starting the car, I pulled up to the gate and hit the entry buzzer. "It's Cooper" I told the fuzzy voice that responded, and guided the Mini down the curved driveway and to the garage, parking it between a large blacked-out saloon and a classic I didn't recognise. I was cautious not to scratch the door when I got out; whether he was a sexual predator or something else, Simon was still my boss and I didn't want to piss him off. Alex met me as I walked around the side of the house, shielding my eyes against the midday glare from its stark white walls. I did a double-take at first: I'd come to expect unusual outfits from my new friend, but a high-school wrestling singlet hadn't been one of them. The red and white elastane stretched tautly across his thighs and then up his long torso, one strap across his left shoulder and the right hanging off and over his bicep. I couldn't help but notice - and didn't really stop myself from staring - that his thick cock and hefty balls were clearly outlined. He laughed at my reaction, held out his arms and did a slow turn. The bubble curve of his ass jutted out firmly, the singlet skating over the small of his back and narrowing to the straps. "What do you think?" he asked, and I couldn't help but smile. "You look great" I told him honestly, "are we supposed to be wrestling today?" "Ha!" He winked at me. "Maybe, Coop, maybe we'll do some grappling, yeah." Alex hooked his beefy arm around my shoulders and led me the rest of the way. He was noticeably warm, the heat radiating off him and onto my bare skin. I'd worn a simple vest and a pair of cargo shorts, guessing that I'd not be sporting them for long once I made it to the pool. In my bag I had the bright red Speedo I'd been given on my first visit, and rather than my regular boxers I was wearing the 2xist briefs Alex had passed me at the gym. As I'd left the house this morning, I'd felt more pronounced, more on show than normal: several glances in the mirror had reassured me that my junk was really no more on display than normal, but something about the sensation of the skimpy briefs gathering up my dick and balls and pushing them to the fore made me feel as though they were leading the way. I'd expected to stop in the pool house as before, but Alex guided me straight through. The rippling water was as beautiful, as blue as I'd remembered it, starkly elegant against the distinctly untraditional house. Glancing around, I saw the familiar figure of Cat laid out on a lounger, one leg cocked up and a pair of mirrored sunglasses shading his eyes. Instead of the Japanese-style micro-suit of the previous day, he was wearing a low-cut jammer of baby blue and white panelling, reaching midway down his thighs but hardly stretching to his waist. Motionless in the sun, his name seemed all the more fitting. Simon was at a patio table, a laptop in front of him. He glanced up as we emerged, sunglasses off, wearing a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and pale grey trousers. Half grinning, he nodded at me. "Cooper, good to see you again; glad you could stop by. You've picked a good day for it." I swallowed, nervously. He still made me decidedly nervous. "Thanks Simon, I appreciate the invite." He looked at me coolly, and I thought back to my first visit and his apparent curiosity as to whether I'd been joking with him or really was so ingenuous. Then there was a glance at my vest, my shorts. "Take off your clothes" he told me, his eye-contact daring me to flinch. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Cat's head tip around to watch us curiously, his eyes still hidden by the shades. I wasn't sure how long I'd been holding my breath for; I could only have spoken less than a minute ago, but suddenly my lungs were burning. Shrugging my rucksack off my shoulder and onto the ground, I began to lift the hem of my shirt, exposing my smooth stomach and then my firm, toned chest. The fabric messed my hair, and I fixed at it ineffectually with my fingers. My nipples were hard, and my breaths were deeper than normal. Next I reached for my shorts, unfastening them and pulling apart the button-fly. They gradually began to sag down my hips, exposing the silver waistband of the briefs I was wearing. Eventually, completely undone, I dropped and stepped out of them, standing in front of my boss in nothing but my underwear and a pair of white sneakers. I could feel eyes on me, gazes running up my legs, across the heft of my dick and then across my torso; it was an effort to keep looking ahead, to not flinch back or try to cover my crotch with my hands. "Turn around" Simon ordered, and I pivoted on the spot just as Alex had done for me a few minutes earlier. I knew my ass looked good in the 2xists - I'd peered over my shoulder at the rear view this morning in front of the mirror - with the soft, stretchy cotton dimpling slightly in-between my cheeks. I expected him to touch me - so far, beyond mussing at my hair that once, he'd been completely hands-off, but I was convinced he'd reach out and stroke my ass, pull at the waistband of my briefs and look inside, or pinch at my nipples perhaps. My stomach clenched in anticipation, not so much because I didn't want the contact, more at the uncertainty of the delay before it might happen. But he didn't. He didn't even ask me to take off my briefs. "Go get changed, Cooper, I think the pool should be pretty good today" and he looked back to his computer. The anticlimax washed over me, almost as though he'd slapped me. Had I not been quite what he'd hoped for, was that it? Did I need to look as built as Alex before I was worth the effort, or as lean and exotic as Cat? The Asian teen had gone back to his original pose, no longer interested, and for a split second I felt ugly and uninteresting; stupid, stood among strangers in my underwear. Alex rescued me. "Come on, Coop, let's get you sorted" and he took my by the upper arm and guided me into the pool house. I bent quickly to scoop up my clothes; he'd already grabbed my backpack. I didn't want to ask Alex what had happened - what I'd done, or not done, to let Simon down - perhaps because I was still embarrassed about the rejection, but mainly because I didn't necessarily want to hear the difficult answer. Instead I followed him mutely as he dumped my bag by the bank of lockers. "I brought the suit you gave me" I explained, reaching to unzip the rucksack and pull it out, but he shook his head and grinned. "Same outfit in two days, Coop? Hell no, we'll find you something else to wear." He reached into the same locker as the other day, which obviously had more than one spare set of swimwear inside. I felt a thrill in the pit of my stomach - just a gurgling, anticipatory feeling - as I wondered what he might select for me. The answer was a slip of white fabric, which he quickly tossed over. Where the first suit had been squared off, this one was more traditional in its cut. Bright white and stretchy, it had reasonably narrow sides (though wider, certainly, than Cat's swimwear on my previous visit). The fabric whisped between my fingers as I stretched at it. Alex made a face at me, as if to say "come on!", and I kicked off my shoes and bent to pull down my briefs. For a beat or two I stood completely naked in front of him, wondering if he too would react as indifferently as Simon had. Alex looked down at my chest, at where my cock began to plump and stretch a little. I wanted, I realised, for him to reach out and hold it again, just like he had done at the gym yesterday. More than that, I was desperate for the attention: I had been given a glimpse of feeling attractive, and I wanted more, wanted him to validate me again. "Oh, Coop... " he trailed off, eyeing me almost wistfully. "Man I wish we had time to play some more in here." My brow furrowed - I wasn't sure if that was an excuse or an honest reaction. Tentatively, I reached out a hand and rested two fingers against the muscled bulk of his chest, utterly smooth in the tautly stretched elastane of his singlet. "I... I liked yesterday" I admitted, struggling to keep his gaze. It was hard to say, yes, but also liberating and exciting - I knew I was offering myself to him again, and I hoped, was certain that he would understand that invitation. "I liked it as well," he grinned at me, "and I really do wish we had time to play right now. But you need to get changed and we need to head out, okay? Boss is waiting..." It wasn't rejection, as such, but I still felt lonely somehow. I dropped my hand from his pec, and bent to step into the swimsuit and pull it up my thighs. Where the red one had been a mixture of looseness and fit, this white one left little to the imagination. Like the briefs, there was nowhere for my dick and balls to go apart from up front, and I spent a few moments arranging myself in as much as that was possible. Alex nodded to the mirror behind me, and I turned to check out the final effect. I had to admit, I looked good. It was harder to make out the individual shape of what I had going on in the pouch front than it had been in the red, but the overall result was that I looked seriously hung. My cock started to thicken as I admired my body: hell, Simon might not find it irresistible, but I liked my narrow waist and the way my chest looked both boyish and adult, somehow. My small nipples were rock hard, and I absent-mindedly reached up and tweaked at them. Over my shoulder I could see Alex smiling and nodding in approval. I turned, freshly confident. "Let's go!" We walked out together, and I only glanced at Simon once. Sure enough, he was tracking me with his eyes. I felt a little strut enter my pace, my dick fluff out again. Alex stopped by the loungers, but I kept going and finally dived into the pool, surfacing a few meters away and shaking the water from my spiked-up hair. I started up a leisurely pace, heading toward the other end. Another splash, and I looked across to see Cat - sunglasses off now - lift his head from the water. His jet black hair framed his face wetly, eyes twinkling as he slowly moved toward me. I trod water for a moment, then paddled backward, keeping some distance between us; he scowled playfully, kept on his approach. Eventually the edge of the pool was at my back, and I stretched my arms out to hold myself afloat. I wasn't at its deepest point, but nor could my toes reach the bottom. Cat grew closer, and I wondered what he would do - what we would do - when he finally reached me. Would he want to race laps, like Alex had the other day? Something told me that wasn't his style. An arm's distance from me, he paused, moving gently so as to keep his head above the surface. He smiled, and I had to smile back - the expression was contagious, different to Alex's grin, but impish and naughty somehow. I could definitely see why Simon found him appealing, why the absent Brad might be so keen to play with him. Thinking of Brad - of the things he and Cat had been doing together, while I had flailed at the end of Alex's fucking fingers - suddenly focused me. I was very aware that my dick was doing its utmost to stretch out its full inches in the tight confines of my swimsuit. I wondered what Cat's skin felt like, golden and utterly smooth. He closed the gap between us, and suddenly his arms were either side of my neck, hands gripping the tiles. Our chests kissed together, then apart, then together again as the ripples moved him; occasionally his legs would brush my own. Eventually, he rolled his eyes - as if tired of waiting for me - and wrapped his arms around my neck. Then we were pressed together for real, smooth teenage stomachs flat against each other; I could feel the nubs of his nipples poking against my own. Up close, his face looked almost pore-free, more like pottery than skin. His eyes were so dark brown as to be practically black. I couldn't move my arms - we'd both have sunk below the water had I tried - and so I simply held there, as this slender Asian boy brought his lips near to mine. "Cat... I'm not, I mean I don't think I'm..." I stammered quietly, and he smiled, tilting his head inquisitively but still moving gradually closer. When our lips touched, when I'd finally been kissed by my first boy - hell, by the first person that wasn't a member of my family - I lost the words. His eyes closed, but mine stayed frozen, resolutely open. All the same, it was like I'd gone blind anyway; the only sensation was the utter softness against me, the gentle, teasing touch of his tongue as it ran the seam between my lips. The voice in my head was squealing, but I couldn't tell if it was horrified or amazed or more aroused than I thought it was possible to be. Cat's fingers flexed in the hairs at the back of my head, pulling me in closer. I could feel his legs drawing up, gripping my waist between his calves as he hugged himself to me. There was a hardness between us - two hardnesses, I realised - as his hips began a careful grinding motion; not enough to tip me from my perch, but enough to send shivers of excitement the length of me. He dipped his head to the side, began to run his lips across the soft, twitching skin of my neck. Over his shoulder I could see Alex watching from across the pool, lips pouted in approval, nodding slightly as one hand kneaded at his cock through the singlet. Cat's tongue on my collar bone was exquisite - a persistent, feather-touch lapping - I could smell chlorine and shampoo in his hair. Letting go of the edge with one hand, I pulled us around so that Cat's back was now against the wall, and my arms encircled him, holding us in place. The position kept us locked together, and all the time he traced circles with his tongue across the top of my chest, up under my chin, occasionally flirting across my mouth. "Cat," I whispered, and he buried his face deeper into the crook of my neck, nuzzling in like a kitten; "Cat, please..." He pulled back, met my eye. I could tell he was gauging my reaction, though the playful smile was still there. "I don't know if I'm gay" I told him, and he rolled his eyes at me, stuck his tongue out the corner of his mouth as if to say "you worry too much." I guess he was right, though the urge to label myself - or shrug off a label - still weighed heavily. I didn't have much opportunity to dwell on it, though, as he leaned back in to me and kissed me again. "Does it feel good?" he asked me. I nodded. It did feel good - it felt like my mouth was electrified, and that was sending all sorts of filthy sensations down to my groin. "And do you want to keep doing it?" I had to nod again; I did, I really did want to keep doing it. Cat beamed at me, dropping one arm so that he supported himself with a crooked elbow about my neck, while the other hand wormed its way down my torso. "You're hot as fuck, Cooper, you know that?" He spoke between kisses, playing his tongue across me. I didn't have the chance to reply. His nimble fingers were pinching at my abs and making me squirm; occasionally his fingertips would stray perilously close to the waistband of my Speedo. I knew if he felt any lower he'd find my cock, by now fully hard and straining against the stretchy material. And then his hand did dip lower, and his fingers were gripping my shaft and tracing the heavy contours through the fabric, and I groaned a low, long growl that sent vibrations through both our lips. His eyes popped open as he caressed the full length of me, seemingly surprised. "They want you to fuck me" he whispered, lips close to my ear. I shuddered, as he pinched the head of my cock between his thumb and forefinger. "They want to see if I can take all this, to see if you can ream me open." He rested his forehead against mine, ground his chest on me, before wriggling back to push up against the side of the pool and lift himself out. In a moment he was sat on the edge, legs spread, flat expanse of stomach heaving. I was face to face with his jammer-clad thighs, so close fitting as to be a second-skin. His hard dick was obvious, curving to the left above the tight mound of his balls. Cat grinned down at me, and at that moment I wanted to make him feel the sort of pleasure I'd been feeling these past few minutes. I pushed my head in-between his thighs, nuzzling my face against the blue and white lycra, feeling the springiness of his flesh inside and the sharp contrast between that and his erection. My movements were constricted - Cat had spread his legs more, but I was still trying to prop myself up in the pool and there was a limit to how far I could reach without losing my balance - but the press of his cock was unmistakeable against my cheeks, my lips. I knew Alex would be watching me - Simon, too - and felt a pang of guilt, almost, that it should be Cat who I took my next step with. Then, he reached down to tug at the front of his suit, and all questions were gone. Lifting his ass, he pulled the stretchy fabric out and over his dick, letting the sleek length pop free from the colourful confines. He wasn't as big as me, I could see - though I didn't have much experience viewing my cock from this angle - but he was perfectly shaped: a smooth shaft, slightly darker scar where he'd been cut, and then the arrowhead flare. Only minutes before I'd been trying to convince him, convince us both, that I wasn't gay; now, I leaned forward and felt the tip of him slip between my lips. He gasped, but I was too engrossed in my own sensations to pay much attention. The jammer kept him pointing upright, and so I had to lift myself and drop down onto his length. Of its own accord, my tongue began to swarm over the taut skin, tasting pool water and little else. The chlorine was close to overpowering, but there was also a muskiness, a boyish warm smell that set my head reeling. His cock head rubbed against the roof of my mouth, as I traced the bulging underside and began a steady suction. One by one my arms snaked up and around his waist, still holding me out of the water, but now with his thighs across my shoulders. My fingertips dug under the waistband of his suit at the back, pulling at it, tugging it down over the shapely curve of his butt. Eventually I worked it down until the fabric was bunched at the top of his thighs, his prick curving up from the pouch front that still contained his balls, the warm flesh of his ass against my palms. His hands were in my hair, guiding my head and my sucking, slurping mouth as I lavished attention on his groin. Sometimes, a fist bunched at my crown, he would pull me back, until only the head was resting on my lips. I opened my eyes, to see Alex crouching close behind him, looking down as I rolled the tip of my tongue around the flare of Cat's glans. I felt... filthy, obscene, and I was too far gone - too aroused, painfully so - to feel anything but sexual. I reached to pull at the front of Cat's suit, tugging it lower so that his silky smooth scrotum was exposed, and pushed my tongue underneath, lapping eagerly at them and feeling them roll in my mouth. "Let's take this out of the water, right Coop?" Alex reached out a hand, and - with surprisingly little effort - helped draw me up out of the water. Cat stood too, brazen in his half-nakedness, jammer stretched haphazardly about his upper-thighs and erection bobbing eagerly. As soon as I'd got my footing, he stepped quickly to me and kissed me, standing on his toes to bridge the difference in our heights. I could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against my stomach as he pressed into me. Backing away, Cat stepped back to the nearest lounger and sat, scooting his ass until he was leaning upright against it. I moved to follow, but then, at the last moment, turned to Alex. He smiled down at me, and I wondered how puffy and wet my cock-sucking lips might be. "Having fun, Coop?" he asked quietly, and I felt that same flush of reassurance as I had that other day, the sense that for all he pushed my boundaries, he also respected them and wouldn't force me into anything that felt completely against my nature. I nodded back to him, then stood on my own toes slightly and pressed my mouth against his, feeling his arm close protectively around my back as he returned the kiss. My lips parted slightly, enough to allow his tongue some tentative access, and his hand gripped at my ass, fingers digging into the crack between my cheeks as if he meant to lift me by it. I was short of breath, but at that moment I didn't care. Eventually, he released me, brushed a thumb across my mouth and winked. "Dude, looks like you suck cock pretty good for a beginner" he teased, grabbing at the erection stretching out the front of his singlet and shaking it. I stuck out my tongue, backing away towards where Cat lay out on the lounger. As I turned to him, I was struck again by his almost delicate beauty. It felt weird to feel that way about another guy - I'd admired muscles, sure, even marvelled over Alex's naked body as he coaxed a load out of me in the gym showers, but never felt this particular pang of lust. Wet, he looked somehow other-worldly: hair dishevelled as it hung in spiky bangs around his face or sparred off in all directions, thighs slender, arms narrow but with subtle definition. He looked up at me, pure attraction in his eyes, and I felt a little like how I imagined Alex might feel, looking down at me: powerful, strong... in charge, even as I felt helpless to change the path events were taking me down. I sat across the bench in front of him, and his thighs naturally found their way across my own. Leaning down I kissed him again, his arms wrapping around my neck and his body following as I sat back up. His bare ass rubbed against my Speedo-clad crotch, sometimes grinding as he pivoted his hips. There was something animal, primitive about his passion: his clinging to me, the hunger in his kiss. He tugged my head back and buried his lips into my neck, first licking then nibbling then biting at my collar-bone. I gasped, flinched, pushed him away in that brief moment of shock. He fell back against the wooden seat, harder than I'd intended; scowled at me, then grinned and pulled himself forward again, tightening his legs around my waist. Simon's voice was a surprise; he had moved quietly to perch behind me at the very end of the bench, leaned in to talk close to my ear. "He's a hot little fuck, this one" he began, tone passive and quiet, as if commenting on the weather. "He likes his boys to be rough, and he likes to be pounded hard." I knew Cat could hear him too, yet he never stopped kissing me; the only change was a hand snaking between our bodies and gripping at my throbbing cock. "Do you think you can do that, Cooper? Do you think you can man-up and give this nasty little fuck what he deserves?" Cat was mewling into my mouth as he pushed his tongue between my lips. I didn't know if Simon's talk was getting him worked up, but the words were certainly doing things to my groin. The Asian teen's abandon was contagious; I felt him free my dick from its stretched confines, smacking wetly at his groin and his bunched swimsuit. Then his slender fingers were around its hardness, flesh on flesh for the first time, the precum-slicked head brushing against his palm and sending jolts through me. Cat pushed my dick back, underneath him, letting it rest in-between his cheeks. It was like rubbing it against soft, smooth velvet; the pool water, sweat and my dick drool allowing us to glide together as he humped against me. Suddenly Alex was by us, his fist bunched in Cat's unruly hair. The teen arched back at the pressure, reaching behind himself to grip at Alex's hands. His mouth was twisted into a half-snarl, but his eyes were still pure arousal; he kept his thighs locked around me as Alex pulled his torso back against the bench. "Get him naked, Coop" Alex told me, and I squeezed my fingers under the tight fabric and began to tug the jammer down. Cat lifted his legs enough so that I could free them, but it was still a battle - I wondered just how difficult it was to put on in the first place. Eventually, though, he was naked and twisting in front of me, Alex still holding his head in place, Cat's arms still raised where he gripped the older man's wrists. With his feet flat on my thighs, his ass was raised slightly; I could see the furrow between his cheeks where the taut flesh stretched them apart, leading up to his tight, smooth balls and marble-hard erection. I couldn't quite believe that, minutes before, I'd had that erection in my mouth, a mouth I'd thought was that of a straight guy, made for kissing girls not boys. And yet his cock had fit perfectly, and I was drooling at the thought of sucking on it again; of feeling that sense of power over him, as he bucked against the hot, close wetness. "Give me your leg, Cat" Alex ordered, and the Asian boy immediately lifted his right foot from my thigh and arched it back until Alex could catch hold of him around the ankle. I was impressed at his flexibility, but that surprise was immediately forgotten as I stared down at Cat's most private, intimate parts. His stretched leg - hamstrings strained - guided the eye down to his splayed ass, hole brazenly visible. "Touch him." Alex's voice was thick with lust, the same expression was in Cat's eyes as he watched me examine him with my virgin naivety. I trailed my fingertips gently across his ass, feeling the muscle of his hole twitch against them, then moved further up to tug gently at his balls and finally grasp his cock, giving it a few languid strokes before moving back down again. He was so smooth - only a patch of black above his dick - and so hot, both in terms of body heat and pure physical appeal. I'd never had the opportunity to touch someone so intimately, male or female. Even my times with Alex, he'd taken the lead - guiding my hands at the few moments they'd been on him. Now, half looking at Alex for permission (and noticing he'd at some point peeled both arms of the wrestling singlet down off his shoulders, with the fabric now clinging only as high as his hips) I used both hands to grip at Cat's ass, pulling and squeezing at his cheeks as his hole was stretched open. Alex pulled the boy's leg further, arching his spine and bringing his butt further into view. My cock was oozing precum, dripping in long, sticky threads between my thighs. The tight white Speedo held me upright around the base of the shaft, my churning balls still snugly enclosed. "Don't waste it, dude" Alex told me, grinning, and I automatically ran an extended finger across the tip of my dick and scooped a glob of the translucent juice up and into my mouth. It was salty and strong, and made my head spin. Looking up, I saw Alex shaking his head and rolling his eyes at me. "Not on you, Coop, on him." I realised what he meant, flashed back to him flipping me over on the lounger and digging into my ass with his precum-lubed fingers. And now he was telling me to do the same to Cat, holding the boy almost obscenely open to me, near powerless to prevent my touching him, stroking him... fucking him? I shook my head to clear it, looked down into Cat's eyes. The Asian teen stared hungrily at me, head pinned back by Alex's fingers knotted into his unruly hair, one leg tugged back fully and the other bobbing in the air as he tried to keep his balance. He grinned wickedly at me, and I remembered what Simon had said, that he liked to be pounded hard, that he was "a hot little fuck". I knew I'd enjoyed Alex finger-fucking me - I'd cum so hard the first time, and then willingly gone back for more in the shower the next day - but it seemed a huge step from that to getting screwed in the ass. Could Cat really enjoy it? And yet the temptation was in front of me - spread out for me. The old Cooper - hell, the Cooper of just a few days ago - would have backed off, thought again. But the excitement in my balls told me I wouldn't back off, not now. Instead, I reached down and squeezed along the whole length of my dick, milking out a broad, glistening bubble of precum onto my outstretched fingers. Cat bared his teeth, small and brightly white, and I moved my slick fingertips to his hole. I expected resistance, but with the tiniest pressure they slipped inside - just one, at first, and then as I twisted my finger into him, burying the first knuckle and the second and up to the third, and then pulling out and pressing my two digits together and easing them into his hot, greasy tightness. If the patch between his cheeks had been like velvet, then his ass was silk: a hot sleeve of close silk around my fingers. I pushed, felt him yield to me, and then drew them out, before pushing in again. My thumb rested on the swollen heft of his taint, and I watched as his balls shook and jolted as he twitched at my touch. "Dude, fuck him" Alex urged, yanking Cat's hair and causing the boy to yelp. For a moment his ass clenched down, tight on me; I had to wonder how that would feel around my dick. "Put it in me, Cooper" he purred, his accent husky with arousal. "I want you in me." I pressed my thumb against the root of my cock, angling it down to a flatter angle. It was a tough move; I couldn't remember being so hard before now, my dick like a rod of iron covered in skin. Roughly pulling my fingers out of Cat's ass, I guided my glans to nudge against the dilated hole, smearing my ever-dripping lube around it. I could feel Cat straining at Alex's grip, trying to bear down on me, to fuck himself onto my cock. Instead, I edged forward - all of a sudden anxious, tentative - and watched as his body stretched and then enveloped the broad head. It was incredible. Hot, and tight, and unlike anything - any wank - I'd ever felt before. I glanced up to Cat's face, and saw pure sex in his eyes, laced with determination. He nodded - imperceptible perhaps to anybody other than me - as if giving permission to push further, and so I continued my slow first stroke, looking back down to see the thick shaft ease its way inside. That first sensation, of an almost unbelievable clinging, continued, sucking at my dick and driving me to push more and more into him. Eventually, almost without me realising it, I was completely inside him. I felt the brush of my pubes against his hairless balls; my own were still straining inside my swimsuit, and I reached down and untucked them, letting the stretchy fabric snap back underneath. My hand automatically came up and cradled Cat's loose leg at its crook, pushing it back a little so as to further spread out his cheeks and let me drive a further eighth of an inch inside. Now, when I looked up at him, I saw his mouth had formed a perfect O, his eyes half-lidded. He twisted himself on me, grinding my dick inside, and my hips slipped into automatic. I drew back, pulling all but the tip of my cock out, and then drove it back in again - tentatively at first, cautious not to hurt either him or my thrumming erection, but then harder, with more power behind it. It felt better the stronger my strokes were, and soon I was punching into him, my thighs smacking against his ass, my balls bouncing as I tried to shove myself against him. Cat had begun to let out breathy grunts each time I bottomed out, as though I was fucking the air out of his lungs. Alex had let go of the teen's hair, and Cat's hands immediately moved down, one pulling his leg further back so he could meet my thrusts, the other pawing at my flank as if to coax me in deeper. I could feel sweat dripping from my face and my chest; Cat's cheeks were flushed, his nipples hard, cock waving a slippery trail of fuck-juice across his stomach. He reached down and played his fingers around my shaft where it rammed into him, feeling his stretched hole as it squeezed and distended. The sensations were amazing: thunderbolts of arousal crashing down the length of my dick, around my balls and then straight to my ass. I could feel my butt flexing as I tilted my hips and ground the head of my dick up inside Cat's hole. Hands gripping his waist now, I yanked him back onto me, desperate to lock with him as closely as possible. Up at his head, Alex had moved around to press his singlet-clad groin against Cat's face, the Asian boy's mouth open around the obvious length of his hefty prick. Gradually the material darkened, a mixture of spit and precum, outlining the plum-fat knob obscenely. Alex peeled the singlet lower, allowing his cock to whip free and spatter against Cat's face. The horned-up teen immediately sucked it into his mouth, driving his stretched lips around the broad shaft as far as he could reach them. A hand on the back of his head pulled him further, Alex guiding himself into Cat's throat as the two of us plugged him at either end. My mouth began to water at the thought of being on the receiving end of that dick, and the slutty, lewd feeling of it made my strokes harder, more aggressive. I was rampant now, holding nothing back, feeling the churn of my orgasm fast approach as I tweaked angle and drive to pleasure every inch of my shaft. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm close" I warned them through clenched teeth, my head by turns tossed back - the tendons in my neck almost painfully taut - then forward, mess of sweaty, chlorine-soaked hair brushing across Cat's chest. The pinching swimsuit felt like a strap against my balls, forcing the spunk out of them. Cat pulled Alex's fat cock from his mouth, his fingers narrow around its meaty girth as he jerked it against the side of his face, turned to watch me intently as I humped my final moments inside of him. I could feel him tightening his ass against my dick, clenching down on me, trying to milk the cum out. With a growl - that became a moan, and then almost a sob - I fucked my load into him, painful in its intensity, his legs dropping around my back to pull me in to my deepest and hold me in place. Still, my hips twitched and danced as the final dregs coated his insides. Each minute stroke felt stickier and slicker; I could smell my juice, bleachy as it clung to my dick and oozed around the edges of his hole. Cat leaned forward, pressed his lips into my mussed up hair. I could feel the pumping rhythm as he continued to jerk Alex, and in my post-cum daze I knew I wanted my older friend's thick cock between my lips: the final, seamy act of a boy I could hardly recognise. Lifting my face, it was almost as though Cat was presenting Alex's glans to me: it poked, purple and swollen, through his bobbing fist. Alex took a half step, and I felt my lips part and him slip inside me. Just the tip, but somehow that was enough as I suckled on the most sensitive part of my new mentor. "Yeah" he hissed, staring down at where my mouth stretched obscenely around his thickness, "I knew you were a great cocksucker." The word - so often heard at school, but as an insult, something no boy wanted to be branded - now felt like the highest compliment. A badge of merit, as I pleasured the man I so idolised. His pre-jizz tasted much like mine, stronger than Cat's cock had been - fresh from the pool - and I felt my body begin to respond, to surge again. I tried to push down on him, hungry, and choked for my efforts; he put two fingers under my chin, tilted my head up a little, looked down into my eyes. "You're doing great, dude." And I knew he meant it, was proud of me - even if I couldn't take his countless inches deep into my throat. "On them both." Simon's voice rang out, hardly a surprise. Somehow I'd known he'd want to see me coated with spunk again, only this time not my own. Cat licked his lips, hungrily - the perfect little glint-eyed whore - as I danced my tongue around Alex's prick until he pulled it, hurriedly, from my jaw and gave a few final, impatient strokes. He was inches from us, my face close to Cat's as his thighs held me - and my dick - to him, and I watched as his piss-slit gaped and thick ribbons of juice spurted across us. I knew my expression would be one of astonishment, no matter what I'd just done, the part I'd played in stoking his arousal. Strands of cream laced my cheeks, my nose, even across my eyelids; dripped down over my lips. Cat's face was my mirror, even as he ran his narrow tongue across his lips and I felt myself automatically do the same, tasting Alex's cum for the first time. And then he lunged for me, his tongue lapping eagerly, and I was doing the same - gulping down Alex's musky seed and then sharing gobfuls of it in hungry, debauched kisses. *** And then the shower, and doubt, and reproach. My body felt the same - flesh still the same youthful springiness as I soaped myself once, then twice, and then a third time over - and yet I was different. I'd pulled myself free of Cat's embrace, dick slipping from his stretched hole, and left him panting on the lounger, his fingers playing around his ass and using my cum as lube as he lazily wanked. Part of me felt guilty, that I should be returning the favour somehow and helping him get off, but suddenly his lithe body looked alien to me. I'd hurried to the pool house, casting anxious glances over my shoulder. Simon was ignoring us again, attention focused on his laptop, while Alex stood behind Cat's lounger, arms crossed over his naked chest, still-plump cock hanging from the tugged-down singlet as he watched me escape. I couldn't read his expression, couldn't get past my own hurricane of thoughts to even begin to imagine what someone else might be thinking. Hot water, then, and questions. === So there we go, part two. A somewhat sudden end, perhaps, but it was already longer than the first part and I wanted to snip it off before Cooper became too disheartened. I'd promised action, and I hope I sufficiently delivered! Again, huge thanks to everybody who took the time to email me after part one - it's amazing to hear from people, and I really appreciate it. Comments and suggestions welcome to alexp336@gmail.com!