Date: Thu, 29 Apr 2004 21:04:19 +0000
From: David Lundquist <davidi50@hotmail.com>
Subject: Are you gay, part 3

Peter's parents went straight out in the water after waking up. Both Peter
and I waited a bit. I guess both of us had a problem with looking decent in
the front. But soon we were in the water too. It had a clearly cooling
effect on both of us. I was filled with dread for what I had done, having
sex with a minor and betraying the trust of my best friends. I did not know
what ate Peter, but he clearly kept away from me, avoiding my eyes every
time I looked at him. He must be really confused.

Nothing more happened between us at the beach. When we were out in the water
Peter's friend Ole came over. He stayed with his family in the neighboring
cabin. A cute very Swedish boy. 13 years old, blond, very blue eyes. Fair
complexion, not as tanned as Peter with his Mediterranean ancestry, but a
sturdy Scandinavian with a tight and strong body. He was clad in the usual
comic thing boys used for swimming; a big baggy shorts that easy reached his
knees, totally hiding whatever attributes he might have. He had started on
puberty, his voice at least as broken as Peter's. He flashed me a neutral
glance, before he saw Peter in his new speedo.

"Wow! That's cool trunks! Where have you got them from?" He openly admired
Peter. Did the boy not really like the tent he was wearing at present?

"From school, the swim team." Peter smiled back at him. "Like it?" He
grinned in my direction.

"Yeah, sure. Maybe a bit small. You're almost popping out of it!" He grinned
to Peter, but suddenly remembered that they were not alone. "Obs! Sorry! Did
not mean nothing!"

Peter's mother made as not having heard the remark. His father smiled.

Together they went over to the far end of the beach and started to play in
the water. It seemed like I was totally forgotten, and I did not mind just
then.

So the hours passed with swimming and sun worshipping. The yellow disk
started it descent to the horizon, which it would not really pass, it being
midsummer in the Scandinavia. Ole went home, and we walked slowly back to
the house in the warm evening sun. Our tired bodies threw long shadows over
the warm smooth rocks.

Up at the house we all went to change, and to meet for a drink while Peter's
mother cocked the dinner. I changed into navel blue shorts with matching
Gant polo shirt. Peter decided otherwise, and came back on the deck in a
bathrobe.

"Are you not going to dress?" his father wondered.

"Sure, just not now, I am cold." Peter answered, hugging the bathrobe around
his lithe body.

We sat down in easy chairs on the deck. Peter took the chair beside mine.
Peter's father fixed dry martinis for the grownups and a coke for Peter. We
sat sipping our drinks sitting watching the beautiful sight of the ocean,
sailing boats and cabin cruisers going up and down the sound to the city
close by. The wind that had ruffled the sea during the day had died down.
The sea got an oily appearance. Soft swells coming in from the open sea
slapped lazily at the shore.

Peter did not only sip his own coke, when his father went inside the house
to help his mother, he took a hefty swallow of my drink.

I tried to scold him for drinking alcohol, but he quieted me with letting
his bathrobe fall open all the way to his lap. His smooth chest glowed alive
in the evening sun over the rippled skin of his stomach. His in-navel
presided over the smooth expanse of the skin down to his pubes hidden under
the folds of his bathrobe.

"Get some more to drink!" he whispered to me.

"Peter, you're not to drink alcohol!" I whispered back.

"Come on, don't be a prude. I show you more if you get more to drink!" he
hissed while slowly parting his bathrobe a fraction more. Now I could
glimpse a few dark hairs down there.

I rose to the bait. I went over to the bottles and mixed a big dry martini,
thinking that the bigger it was the more I would see. Stupid me!

I sat down beside him.

"Give me the drink!" he shot at me.

I gave him the drink, and he downed half in one long swallow. But the
bathrobe stayed in place.

"Should you not let me see more?" I hissed to him.

"Are you crazy? Here?" he grinned back at me, using my famous line from
earlier that day.

"But.. but, you promised me..." I must have sounded really stupid.

"Listen, get another drink and I promise that I'll show you more." Without I
had noticed it, he had emptied the glass.

I was on automatic now. Five seconds later flat I sat beside him with my
third drink. Now he did as promised when I gave him the glass without
waiting for him to ask. He tugged carefully at the bathrobe, and more of his
pubes was uncovered. Turned out he had a small half crescent with black
hairs down there. I could se the base of the dick, and it was clearly hard,
being held down to one side by the bathrobe. My throat dried up faster than
any drink could rectify it.

Just at that moment we heard his father's step coming from the kitchen.
Peter quickly covered himself up with the bathrobe, and grabbed his coke.

"Ah David, I see you drink is gone. Please excuse me for not being attentive
to your needs! Let me refresh you!" He took my glass which Peter had
emptied, and mixed me a fresh drink.

Peter grinned to me. His eyes were moist and glistening from the alcohol.
When his father went inside to fetch some more ice, he quickly opened his
bathrobe all the way in the front, and flashed a naked groin to me. I
managed to get a hasty but glowing glimpse of a hard dick that stood up
against his stomach, with the foreskin halfway down a blood read head,
before he closed the bathrobe again.

I must have looked like an imbecile when Peter's dad came back with the ice,
and he looked worried at me.

"Are you all right David?" he sounded worried.

"Sure, no problem." I managed to croak back, "I just got some of the drink
in the wrong department." I couched pointedly a couple of times.

"But what about you, my young man?" he asked Peter, who's grin had become
more and more stupid. "Don't say you've been stealing from David's drink? I
think you look a bit tipsy! Go to your room and dress properly!"

Peter grinned even more, but did as his father told him and rose from the
chair and went inside the house. Just before passing the threshold he let
the bathrobe glide off his shoulders, and he walked inside naked while the
bathrobe stayed behind him at the floor. Oh God! What a sight! His wonderful
bubble butt moving softly and inviting in time with his steps.

"That boy is impossible!" His father sighed. A sigh all right, but with a
smile. "But he's full of fun too!" He sighed again. "I hope you're not
offended by his tendency to nudity?"

"No, not at all!" I confessed, hopefully not to eager.

"He's such a good looking boy. He will not have trouble getting the girls to
do what he wants!" His father sounded almost envious. "I better talk with
him about it one day, even though I dread it."

An idea formed in my tormented mind. Maybe I could help Peter's father here?

"Hey John, maybe I can help you out there? I can explain him things. Maybe
it will be easier as I'm closer to his age than you? Besides, I have no
problem talking about things like this."

I checked myself before saying too much. I did not want to sound over-eager!

"Would you?" His father looked grateful at me. "That would be a great help.
I find it so difficult to talk about these matters with my children. Guess
I'm too old fashioned."

Lucky for me that I'm not! I thought for myself, but wisely kept it for
myself.

"No problem. I will bring it up with him at a suitable occasion." You bet I
will, maybe I will make it a hands-on lecture!

"Let me fix you another drink before dinner is ready." John took my glass
and refilled it. "Peter has a bad habit of stealing from the drinks when we
have guests. I have to do something about it before it becomes a real
problem."

Speaking about the sun, in that moment Peter came out on the deck. He had
put on a light blue cotton sweater over a pair of pale green shorts with
wide legs. The colors matched his skin color and eyes wonderful, and my eyes
caressed him. He got another coke, and had just started on it when Peter's
mother came out with the dinner. Peter's father had set the table, and we
sat down eating.

Peter sat at the other side of the table across me. Soon I could feel his
legs against mine under the table. I looked quickly at him when I felt his
leg pressing against mine the first time, and he grinned to me and licked
his lips with the now well-known tip of his tongue.

He went on pressing his leg against mine. He moved his leg back and forth,
like he was caressing me leg. He did it ever so slowly and careful, that
nobody else noticed anything. My dick did though, and got harder and harder
in my trousers. Peter grinned at me all the time.

When his parents vacated the table, his mother to get more food, and his
father to fetch another bottle of wine, Peter quickly took my half full
glass of wine and emptied it in one gulp. Then he whispered to me:

"Lift up your foot!"

"Hu?" I did not understand him.

"Lift up your foot you moron!" he hissed. "Quick, before they come back!"

I lifted up my foot, and I felt how he took hold of it with his hand. Nimbly
he took off my shoe and the sock, and then he placed my foot on his chair
between his thighs. The heat from his thighs enveloped my foot. I moved my
foot careful forward, and I could feel his crotch against my foot. He was
hard! Jesus!

Ho took hold of my foot again and pushed it back a bit before whispering
that I could come forward with it again. I moved my foot forward again, and
I felt how he had placed it inside the leg in the shorts. The shorts were
very wide, and I had no problem pushing my foot up inside the leg.

Just then his parents came back to the table and sat down. John asked me if
I wanted more wine. I sure did, his son had just emptied my glass. As his
father filled up my glass, I could feel my foot gliding up on the inside of
Peter's thigh. The warm skin glowed against my foot.

Then I felt his crotch against my toes. God! He had no underwear on! I felt
his warm scrotum and then his hard dick against my foot!

I must have looked astonished, because John's mother wanted to know what was
on my mind, I looked like I had seen something very strange.

"Oh, nothing..... nothing in particular." I tried.

Peter moved a fraction forward on his seat, with result that his dick was
firmly wedged against my toes. I found that I could grip it with my big toe
and the next, and I squeezed it between my toes.

"John told me that you can help us with explaining .... things to Peter" his
mother told me while I slowly moved my toes up on her son's dick.

"Yes. I would be delighted to be able to help you." I assured her. She
should only know how delighted I was! Peter pressed himself against my foot,
and I pinched the head of his dick between my toes. He winced and could not
help grunting.

"What did you say Peter?" his father wanted to know, while I went on
massaging his hard dick with my toes.

"Nothing, nothing!" He said between clinched teeth. "It just that I have a
little cramp in my stomach."

"Oh, poor Peter. Don't drink more of that coca cola anymore. I'm sure it's
no good for your health." His mother said and gave him her glass. "Here,
take a sip of wine, it will do you good."

He took the glass and emptied it fast while showing his crotch harder
against my foot. I kneaded his dick harder. Peter sat down the glass. "I can
feel that it will pass soon now!" he said with a forced voice. I squeezed
his dick, and I could see his breath getting shallower.

"Yes, that helped!" Peter suddenly exclaimed. I could feel his dick pulsing,
and something warm and wet came on my feet. He had cum! What a sexy boy!

I very careful withdrew my foot, and Peter sat up on his chair again. He was
red in his face and his eyes were damp. His mother looked worried at him.

"Are you sure you're all right?" she asked him.

"Yes, I'm ok now. It's only that I have not been to the bathroom for a
while." He looked sheepish to his mother.

"Well well, we do know how to deal with that!" His mother said. "You better
come with me after dinner, and we will fix that promptly!"

Peter grinned to me and winked. What was going on?

After the dessert his father and I sat down with a cup of coffee, while
Peter and his mother went inside. I was dying to know what was going on, and
I had a hunch!


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