Date: Thu, 2 Dec 2004 17:50:57 +0000 (GMT) From: Veneration Subject: Whangaroa Part 4 The standard disclaimer applies. If you don't want to, don't. If you shouldn't, don't. If you do want to, what the hell, go for it. Comments are welcome to veneration2003@yahoo.co.uk. Whangaroa By Veneration Part 4 Chapter 10 At breakfast the following morning, Helen the Toy announced, "We are running low on supplies and need to go into town to stock up again. It will also give us all a bit of a break from sailing." "That's fine, dear," her husband replied. "You and Pam can take the kids into town while Max and Jack and I go fishing." Helen was about to object to this, when my father interjected. "Unless we put it off for a day and we all go fishing together." Jack the Grouch and Coarse Kev glared at this suggested change of plan, but Helen abruptly decided not to object after all. There was a glint in my mother's eye, as she knew a piece of manipulation when she saw it, but she decided to let it go. "What about you, Morrie?" she asked. "Are you going fishing?" "Not likely," I replied, "Fishing is not my thing at all." "Good, then you will be able to come with us." "I don't think so. Shopping doesn't do much for me, either." "We also plan to visit the Kauri Grove, and there is an excellent colonial museum in town. Are you sure you wont come along?" Mum asked. "I don't think so," I replied firmly. "I've seen the Kauri Grove before, and there's only so often that I want to look at big trees, and I'm not in museum mode right now. I'm in holiday mode, and I plan to spend the day at the bach, relaaaxing and reeesting." "I'm going to stay behind and rest, too," Henry announced. Quick thinking, lad. He could see a cunning plan at work. "Oh, I don't think you should be bothering Morrie," Helen the Toy objected. "You will be coming with us." "It'll be fine," I reassured her. "I might just be able to keep the wild lad under control. We'll chill out, kick back, and do nothing all day. After all, Henry needs a rest after yesterday's sailing." Henry smiled at me gratefully. "What about you, Larry?" Mum asked. "Oh, I'll be going fishing," he replied. The Snow Queen looked sour at that and urgently beckoned Larry to join her on the veranda. It was surprising the adults didn't notice anything, but they could be remarkably blind to what was going on around them with their children. Which was just as well, come to think of it, considering how close Henry and I had become. I was sitting by the open window, so I could hear Larry and the Snow Queen talk outside. "You can't go fishing, you've got to come with us." "Why not?" Larry asked. "Shopping will be so boring and I don't want to visit some stupid old museum." "You've got to come into town," Iris insisted. "There's something very important I've to tell you and show you." "What?" "In town, not here, dummy." "Oh, very well," Larry grumbled. And so it was decided. The men went fishing in Coarse Kev's yacht, as he was the best equipped with fishing gear. The females all went into town, with a reluctant Larry in tow. Henry and I were left on our own. We looked at each other in delight. "OK, kiddo," I said, "the cats are away. Now it's time for the mice to play." Henry looked sly. "Don't you mean it's time for the rats to play?" "Ouch. You're not going to let me live that down, are you?" "Nope," he replied with a grin. "So, what are we going to do?" "How about going for a walk?" I suggested. "Sounds great. Where are we going?" "You'll see. We'll need to take some towels, too." "Ah, so we're going for a swim. Cool. We'll need to bring our togs too, then." "No, they wont be necessary," I replied. Henry was taken aback. "But . . . but . . . we're not going swimming naked, are we?" "Skinny dipping is the only way to go," I told him loftily. "But people will see us naked," he objected. "Where are we going?" "You'll see," was the only answer I would give as we set out, carrying towels, but not swimming costumes. We walked along the road towards the shop and jetty for a little while, then I turned off onto a track leading up the hill. "Morrie, where are we going? There's nowhere to swim up here." "You'll see." I grinned to myself. The track was steep and narrow, so that we had to walk in single file. It was uneven underfoot, with roots and with ruts where the water washed away the track. It was often muddy, where water trickled down the hill. The track was not used very often and so the ferns and shrubs and trees on either side pressed close in on us. While the air was still cool in the shade of the bush, there was no wind, so I was quickly sweating and panting from the effort. I could hear Henry's quick breaths behind me. The track lead over the hill and eventually ended up, after several hours walking, in the next bay, but that wasn't where we were going. After a half hour of climbing, I slowed down and started looking around for landmarks. We stopped for a rest and Henry stood beside me, panting. "We aren't going for a swim after all, are we? Then why the towels?" I grinned at him. "Larry and I found this spot last year. It's pretty well hidden, so I don't think anyone knows about it." I walked around a large tree standing on the side of the track, pushed my way through some bushes, then made my way through the trees, with Henry following along behind. After just a couple of minutes we came to a small clearing, where a small stream chuckled down a steep mossy bank, into a small pool, and then disappeared down the hill below. Henry looked around in wonder. "Oh, wow. A secret pool." He looked at me with a wide smile. "It's a nuddie pool." "Skinny dipping is the way to go," I agreed and we threw off our clothes. The water was chill, then refreshing as we became used to it, and the pool hardly bigger than a hot tub. As we splashed around in the pool and leapt around the bank, there was a freedom in letting the sun caress our naked bodies and feeling the cool water sweep over our genitals. There was a joy in being able to openly look at my boy's beautiful naked body as his cock and balls waggled with his movements, and knowing that Henry was equally looking at me. When we decided to have a rest, we lay on our towels, side by side in a sunny, dry patch of ground. I gently stroked Henry's arm, then ran my hand up onto his chest, resting it on a nipple. His cock stirred and swelled, his cockhead shyly peaked out from the protection of its foreskin, then stood proudly forward. As Henry's spike jutted upwards, I could feel my face flush and my own cock became rigid. Henry was looking at my hard-on. "You're all hairy down there," he observed. "And you have a nice stiffie." I looked down at it critically. "It's a bit small." "Oh, no, it's perfect," he reassured me. "Besides, I don't think I'd like to have anything larger up my bum." My heart began to beat faster at the thought. "What do you mean? I mean, are you going to let me fuck you?" "Well, we are going to be having, you know, sex aren't we?" Henry blushed slightly. "And isn't that what blokes do when they have, um, sex?" Now was my chance to say that it was absolutely compulsory. "No, we don't have to do anything like that. We will only do exactly what you want to do." Henry looked thoughtfully at my hard-on. "Oh, I don't mind." He looked up into my eyes. "Um, what do we do?" As if I was any sort of expert. It wasn't as if I had done anything like this before. Well, Studs Manley had, of course. "Why don't you get on your knees and, ah, you can rest your elbows and head on the ground." I knelt behind Henry as he did this. Seeing his bum sticking into the air, waiting for me, was so sexy. I put my hands on his arse cheeks and pulled them apart to reveal his little rosebud. I had never seen an actual arsehole before and it was all pink and puckered and not at all revolting, as I had imagined. "Morrie, what are you doing?" "I'm just admiring your arsehole." "That's weird. Are you going to do it now?" I caressed his arse cheeks, aimed my cock so that it was pressed against his pucker, then pushed firmly. Ow. Henry's entrance was tight and unyielding and resisted the intrusion. The pressure on my cock became uncomfortable. "Ouch, it hurts. Pull it out Morrie," Harry begged. At that moment, it was the smaller of my two heads that was in charge and all it wanted to do was to go inside, inside, regardless of any violence it did to the boy. I shuddered at the impulse, but with the last of my self-control I withdrew. Henry lay back down on the ground and looked up at me. "That hurt. Morrie, I don't want to do it any more." I sighed, disappointed and frustrated. "That's OK, boyo, we don't have to fuck. We can still have fun." "Why don't we just have a nice wank, then," and he reached for my hard cock. "Nah, I've got a better idea." I positioned myself over Henry's naked body. He looked at me apprehensively. "What?" "Don't worry, you'll like it." I lowered my head to his groin. His cock had gone soft and his cockhead was hiding again inside his foreskin. I kissed the tip and Henry gasped. I licked the end and his cockhead rapidly came out to meet me. I let his rapidly stiffening cock expand between my lips and into my mouth. I plunged down until Henry's cock was tickling the back of my mouth and his pubes were scratching the tip of my nose. There was a slightly sweaty, slightly funky boy-smell. "OH, Morrie!" he gasped. I sucked that perfect popsicle as Henry groaned, until he went rigid, quivered and squirted his little deposit in my mouth. I savoured the slimy feel and slightly bitter taste, then covering his body with mine, I kissed him. I rested my weight on my knees and elbows, ever the gentleman me, but our bodies were in intimate contact from head to foot. My still hard cock was a rigid bar against Henry's belly. Henry wrapped his arms around me and kissed me passionately. His tongue explored my mouth, as he had so recently learned to do. Then his brow wrinkled in a slight frown and he broke contact. "Um, that's not my spunk I can taste, is it?" "Of course it is, you silly goose. What do you think happened to it?" "Yuk, that's gross." I smiled fondly. "You'll get to like it, boychick, it's the nectar of the gods, so get used to it." I gave him a friendly peck on the lips. Henry ran his tongue over his lips and around his mouth, thoughtfully and rather dubiously. "I don't have to, you know, suck your thing do I? I'm not sure I'd like to do that." I smoothed the hair off his brow. "You do still want to do stuff with me, do you?" "Oh, yes." "And you do trust me, don't you?" "Of course I do, Morrie." "Then our sex is going to be an adventure. You will do exactly what you want and only when you are ready for it. I think you will find that as time goes on, you will want to try new things, and that's when you should do them. In the meanwhile, I will wait patiently. I'll be a quivering, frustrated wreck, but that's OK, don't worry about it," I said sadly and pathetically. Henry grinned. "Idiot." Then, "You're still hard. I can feel it poking a hole in my belly." "I am," I admitted. "I can give you a nice wank, if you like." "Nah, I've got a better idea. But don't worry, you'll like it" Henry laughed and his eyes brightened at the anticipation of what might happen. We resumed kissing and our tongues wrestled and explored each other's mouths. I gently rubbed my erection against his belly and cock and I could feel his cock stiffen again at the sensation. My cock pushed its way into the crevice between his balls and thigh, and underneath his balls, between his thighs. Then the stimulation of my cock and the thought that the sexy boy was mine set me off. I groaned as I came and collapsed on Henry, before rolling off him again. We washed the mess off our bodies in the pool and lay back down on the towels, wrapped in each others arms. The air was as warm as the smiles on our faces, the sun kissed our bodies dry, and a pair of friendly fantails flitted and chirped overhead as they caught tiny flying insects. Chapter 11 Henry and I returned to the bach for lunch, happy and peaceful, and only slightly sunburned. There were bits of our bodies that the sun normally never saw that had gone pink, but fortunately we were not likely to have to explain that to our parents. And did we have an afternoon of torrid sex afterwards? No, instead we sat on the veranda, hand in hand, looking at the view. It was soppy, but sweet. Henry sighed happily. "I thought it was going to be a good holiday when I heard that our families were going sailing together and that I'd be seeing you every day, and then it got better when you agreed to crew on our yacht, but I never dreamt that it would be this good." "You know, I could listen to you say that all day, but I'm not quite sure why you would. I was never all that friendly to you." Henry shrugged. "I know, but I knew I was too little for you to bother about and I always admired you." "Hmm, so you are a somewhat backward and retarded boy, then." Henry grinned, released my hand, and slapped me sharply on the thigh. "Ouch. Are you always going to be beating me up?" I complained. "Yep," he agreed as he took back my hand. "Morrie, I wish this holiday didn't have to end." "Yeah, me too." "I'm going to miss us not being together like this," he continued. "We'll still see each other, and we can visit each other." Henry looked doubtful. "But it will be different back home, with school and stuff. And how can we visit each other, our parents are going to think it's very odd." "I'm going to be moving into a flat after the holiday. You will be able to visit me there." Henry's expression brightened, then fell again. "But what about your flatmates? What will they think when a kid starts hanging around?" "It'll be cool. I'm flatting with some friends I met in the Varsity Gay and Lesbian Society. The girls are a couple, you'll like them. And the bloke's pretty laid back, he wont worry about you." Henry smiled. "That sounds great." Then his brow wrinkled in thought. "Morrie?" "Yeah?" "Does that mean that you're gay, then?" I would have thought it was pretty damned obvious by that stage, but that's OK. There are none so blind as those who are not ready to see. "Yes, it does." "Oh." He thought some more. "Does that mean that I'm, um, you know, gay too?" "No, it doesn't," I replied. "It just means that I'm so incredibly hot that you find me irresistible." "Skite," Henry laughed, then he changed the subject, not ready to pursue the thought about what he might, or might not, be. When we saw Coarse Kev's yacht enter the bay, we smiled at each other and let our hands fall apart. "Well, it looks like the cats are back," I said. "Yes, it does, Ham," Henry agreed. "What's this ham?" He grinned. "That's my nickname for you." "Huh?" "You know, the pied piper of Hamlin, who lured away all the rats and stole the boys." "You little beast," I roared, and lunged for him. But Henry was ready for me, and he leapt out of the sofa, and with loud laughter he raced away madly as I chased after him. I cornered him, giggling, in the kitchen, folded him into my arms, and gave my boy one last kiss before reality could intrude once more. Chapter 12 That evening, I was sitting on my bunk, reading. One problem with all that communal holiday stuff was getting some time to myself. Larry came into the room and threw himself on my bunk with a groan, jamming me against the wall. So much for having my own personal space. It was also completely unlike the Larry of the past 4-5 years to be so friendly. It was if our conversation of the previous evening had released something between us. We were hardly likely to return to the easy physical intimacy of earlier years, as Larry was no longer a little boy, but perhaps it signalled a return to the previous openness of our relationship. "What was the important stuff that, um, Iris wanted to tell you?" "I have no idea," Larry replied in bewilderment. "We just went shopping and visited the dumb museum, and talked about nothing at all. When I asked what was so important, she'd just get snotty and wouldn't answer. What's with girls anyway?" Larry asked in disgust. "Probably what was important was just that you spent the day with her. It didn't matter what you did or said," I suggested. "Well, it was a total waste of a day and I'm getting sick of Iris. I mean, I don't even fancy her all that much, and if she wont even go past first base, what's the point?" Larry scowled and muttered and made himself comfortable, while I felt rather squashed. He used to pop into my bed with me on weekend mornings until he was about 7-8, which was cute, but we were both a lot smaller then. "So, how was your day with Henry, anyway?" "It was nice and relaxing," I replied. "He idolises you, you know." "He does?" I tried to sound surprised. I was discovering that Larry could be alarmingly perceptive. Where was that dopey teen that I thought that I knew? "Sure he does, he dotes on everything you do. You know, if you wanted to mess about with him, I bet he would go for it." "I'll keep that in mind," I said rather faintly. "Unless you've already done stuff together. You haven't, have you?" Larry asked. "Er, no, of course not." Larry stared at me with narrowed eyes. "You have! You and Henry have been foolin' around. Hah! You can't deny it." I blushed. "You dirty dog. What have you two been up to?" "A gentleman never kisses and tells," I loftily assured him. "I don't believe it," Larry continued in amazement. "There I was with big plans for the holiday, thinking that you wouldn't be getting any. Now I find that you've been getting laid and it's me with blue balls." "TANJ," I agreed. Larry tugged at his crotch. "I'm so horny. I've got to do something." "There's always Mrs Palm and her five daughters," I suggested. "What? Oh, yeah. I've been there, but it gets so boring. I need something more." Larry looked at me slyly. "You could always help me out, you know." I froze for a moment. "What do you mean?" "You could jerk me off." "Don't be ridiculous," I managed to say. "Why not? You like to play with blokes' dicks, don't you. Go on," he encouraged me. I felt a chill of fear at Larry's words, as I wondered what sort of trap I might be getting myself into. "Yeah, right. And if I try something, you'll just laugh at me and call me a pervert." "I wont," he promised. "Go on, you know you want to." "I'll call your bluff," I warned him, "then you'll get a horrid surprise." Larry just smiled as he lay besides me. Of all the stupid things I've done, this would have to be one of the stupidest. Help, Studs, I need you to rescue me. But Studs Manley was nowhere to be found. I tentatively put my hand on Larry's bare thigh and ran it up his leg until my fingers were inside the opening of his shorts. I waited for his reaction, but he just lay quietly. I lifted my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel his mound underneath, then with the warmth of my hand, it began to swell as his cock stiffened. "This is stupid," I muttered. "We can't do this." "Why not? Tell you what, if you wank me, I'll wank you." I thought I was getting past being surprised by Larry, but that sure proved me wrong. "You don't think that's a bit gay?" I asked him. "Nah, we're just having a wank. Fellas do it all the time." "But Henry might come in." "Nope, he's busy playing cards." Larry began to undo his fly and the last of my reservations was gone. We shimmied down our pants to reveal our straining erections. I grasped Larry's fat hard-on as it lay along his belly, then with that rigid hot cock in my hand, began to stroke it. The feel of Larry's hand jerking me off was different to doing it to myself, making the sensation novel and exciting. All too quickly, Larry came and the sight of his spunk spurting over my hand and onto his belly set me off with a gasp. As our spunk puddled and our cocks shrunk, Larry grinned at me. "Messy." I agreed and, clambering out of the bunk, we began to clean ourselves up. "Well, little brother, if you were worried about me molesting you when you realised that I was gay, I've finally gone and done it now." "No," he replied thoughtfully, "I wasn't worried." "So you trusted me?" "Yes, but that wasn't it. I wondered if you might do anything, but it would've been OK if you had. It would've been kinda neat to find out about sex from my big brother." Larry still had the power to shock me. Chapter 13 We had only just gotten ourselves respectable, when Jack, the Grouch, burst into the room. "Oh, you're here," he said to Larry. Larry just shrugged, but what could he say to such an obvious and stupid statement. "Helen was saying that you were getting a bit too friendly with Iris today. Where is she now?" Larry shrugged again, teens being known for their dumb insolence. "She said she was going to the store for an ice-cream," I replied, being a polite responsible sort of chap, "but that was quite a while ago." "Oh, did she now," and with that the Grouch stormed out of the room again. Larry and I looked at each other and shrugged at Jack's antics. "That was a bit close," I commented. "Yeah," he replied with a grin. "We almost gave the Grouch the biggest thrill he's had in years." Our bit of brotherly bonding over, brothers that come together stick together you know, we joined the rest of the group in the living area. Jack eventually returned to the bach with a tearful Iris in tow. He had found her in a compromising position with a 20 year-old, who was staying in a house further up the harbour, and who Iris had met at the store. It was never quite explained to the fascinated audience what the compromising position was, but a surprising discovery was that Iris had, in fact, first met this bloke a couple of days previously and had been stringing him along, and for that matter poor Larry, ever since. The scene got thoroughly nasty, the Grouch continuing the Anderson tradition of having their family fights in public, and ended with Jack announcing that he was cutting his holiday short and that he was returning home with his children the following morning. Trust the Snow Queen for finding a way to thoroughly spoil the holiday for everyone else. The boys' bunkroom was quiet as we got ready for bed that night. There was no chatter or sexy peeking at other boys' dickies. I had barely begun to get to know my sweet Henry, and to have our romance interrupted so suddenly left a feeling of loss. "I hate my fuckin' sister," Henry muttered savagely as he put on his pyjamas. Larry complained from his bunk, "If the bitch was putting out for that bozo, why couldn't she put out for me?" Oh, Larry, you might be a spunk, but you're still a boy. What the Snow Queen was looking for was a man. Chapter 14 If there had been any natural justice in the world, the next day would have been grey, weeping with rain, and with a chill wind blowing. But there aint and, in spite of my mood, the skies were blue, the air was warm, and a gentle breeze promised a perfect summer's day. After breakfast, I helped Jack and Henry haul their yacht out of the water, then pack it up ready for travelling. We returned to the baches so the Andersons could pack their gear and say goodbye to everyone. Henry and I went down to the waters edge for our private farewell. "I wish I wasn't leaving early." "Me too. TANJ, little buddy." "TANJ," he sadly agreed. "Will we really see each other back home, like you said yesterday?" "Absolutely. We are boyfriends, you know" "Are we?" Henry looked astounded at the thought that two blokes could be boyfriends. "We are!" His eyes lit up with a joy so intense, it almost broke my heart. Henry grinned. "We can still do stuff. I might even let you stick it up my bum." "Oh, yes. I think you had better go now, otherwise I might stick it up your bum right here and now." Henry giggled. I kissed him on the lips and we walked back up to the bach. Anyone could have seen us kiss, but at that moment I didn't give a fuck. After the Andersons had left, the remaining families went sailing for the day. It felt slightly odd to be back on my family's yacht again. Odd, but comfortable, like slipping back into an old pair of jeans where the rough edges had been worn smooth. And were we all deeply depressed? Oddly enough, no. I missed my Henry, but our relationship was becoming so intense I was beginning to fear that it was sure to be discovered. That would have been a disaster, compared to which the whole saga with Iris would be a mere storm in a teacup. Our separation gave us the chance to pause and take stock of our love, with the promise of it developing further back home. My shift into a flat would give me the independence and transition into adulthood that would allow that to happen. Anne was quiet. She had been disillusioned to find that her role model had clay feet, but was perhaps a little relieved that she could put aside the intensity of hero-worship and return to the relative calm of family life. Larry was happy. Iris had led him through all sorts of emotional turmoil and frustration. He could now forget about all of that and concentrate on the pleasures of a sailing holiday, and being a moody, surly, rebellious teen of course. Larry and I worked together amicably during the day's sailing. It was as if our bickering had become a habit that, once broken, was no longer necessary. I hadn't realised how much I had missed our friendship. This was, however, noticed by our parents. "It's nice to see you boys getting on so well, for a change," Mum said. "That spell of Morrie's on Jack's yacht seems to have done some good." "It's just a plot to put you off your guard," I replied. "When you least expect it, I'm going to murder Larry in the vilest and most painful way possible." "In your dreams," Larry retorted. "You're so right," I said. Even Larry laughed at that. The dreaded pirate Captain Studs Manley was especially busy that season, rampaging through the Caribbean, pillaging and raping wherever he went. He never raped any women, though, that would be ungentlemanly. Dogs, goats and other animals were pretty safe from him, too, though not from his evil bosun, the Snow King. Chapter 15 I was sitting on the veranda outside the boys' bunkroom after tea that evening, when Larry sat beside me with a thud. I glanced over at him and he grinned back at me. "What we did last night was so hot." Larry said as he adjusted his crotch. His legs were splayed out, crowding me on the sofa, and one knee rested against mine. "Of course, I'm horny again. I need some relief." What had I gotten myself into? "You don't need me for that. I mean, you do know how to jerk yourself off, don't you?" "Yeah, yeah, but wanking's for wankers." He laughed at his own wit. "You know blow- jobs? Now that would be really hot." Larry paused. "I could really go for one of those." I knew what I had gotten myself into, and that was trouble. It looked like Larry regarded me as some sort of sex object for him to get himself off. Larry looked at me consideringly as he planned his next move. "It would be fantastic if you gave me a blow-job. Why don't you, huh?" "Forget it," I replied shortly. I folded my arms and stared out at the bay. I didn't like being treated like some sort of tart. "Why not?" Larry begged. "It's what queers do, isn't it?" "Queers don't have to do anything." My voice was cold as I stood up. "The question is, Lawrence, why a straight boy like you is so much into all this queer stuff." I walked away to join the rest of the families inside, leaving Larry alone in the dark. Later that evening we were changing as we got ready for bed. "Morrie." I ignored him, as I had all evening. "Morrie, we gotta talk. Please, man." At the desperate tone to his voice, in spite of myself I turned to look at Larry. He was standing naked, looking at me pleadingly. "I'm so sorry for what I said. It was really stupid and I didn't mean anything by it." Larry's shoulders drooped a little. "I thought it was great we were starting to get on well together again these holidays. All I wanted was for us to have a bit of fun and now I've gone and stuffed it up." I sighed. "You're a little twat, Larry. All you wanted was to get your rocks off." His expression lightened and he grinned a little. "Yeah, but you already knew I'm a twat, bro. You tell me often enough." I smiled and shook my head ruefully. "Well, I guess I'm stuck with you. I must have been truly evil in my previous life to get landed with you as a brother this time round." "Yeah? And fuck you too, Morrie." "In your dreams, Larry." "No. In YOUR dreams." We paused, then laughed. "Oops. Perhaps that wasn't the best thing to say, under the circumstances." Larry grinned in agreement. "Morrie?" I groaned. "I think I'm afraid to say 'what'." "Just to make it up to you, how about I give you a blow-job?" I looked at Larry in shock. "You can't be serious." He shrugged. "Sure, I am." "But that's, that's a pretty gay thing to do. Are you sure you're not . . .?" "No, I'm NOT," Larry replied. "I don't want to be gay, I mean I'm not gay. I want to be normal, I mean I am normal. Sorry, Morrie, but I don't want to be like you." "Larry, if you were as queer as a three-bob watch, you wouldn't be anything like me. Then why?" "It's not gay, it's just a couple of blokes helping each other out and having a bit of fun. I mean, I wouldn't do it with anyone else, but you're different. You're my big brother." I shook my head, doubtfully. "I don't know about this." Larry grinned. "Why not? Don't try to tell me you wouldn't like a blow-job." He gently pushed me down onto my bunk and bent over my cock, that was by this time hard and quivering. He closed his mouth over me and I gasped at the sensation of his tongue licking my sensitive cockhead. Larry started to take all of my cock in his mouth, but choked slightly when it hit his throat, so withdrew a little so that only half was still inside. I rested my hands on his head and caressed his short black hair as he began to suck. The sensation, and the sight of my cock disappearing into Larry's mouth was too much. "Oh, Larry . . . " I began to warn him, then I came. He choked slightly at the sudden squirt, then swallowed. Larry hauled himself up and lay on top of me, so that his deep blue eyes gazed into mine. My hands rested on his arse- cheeks, which seemed to be such a natural place for them to be. "Your spunk is disgusting," he complained, but he had swallowed, he was smiling, he didn't look at all disgusted, and I could feel his hard-on against my belly. For a straight fella, he sure seemed to be getting into it. Larry's smile disappeared and he looked a little nervous. "Um, Morrie?" "What? I suppose you want to be sucked off now?" "No. I mean that would be great, but I wondered, could I fuck you? Please," Larry pleaded. "Oh?" I replied coldly. "Is that was this is all about? You just want a fuck and Iris isn't here, so you thought that if you blew your queer brother he would oblige?" I couldn't get up and walk out as Larry had me pinned to the bunk. "No, it's not," he insisted. "I mean, we are going to keep on doing stuff, aren't we? OK, so I do get horny. But we are just helping each other out until I start doing it with girls, and you like blokes anyway, so why not. We are going to mess around, aren't we?' Did I really want all the trouble that sex with Larry was likely to bring? But then, how could I stay angry at the sexy naked boy in my arms? I shrugged. "Maybe." "And if we are going to be doing all sorts of stuff, including fucking, it would be fantastic if I could start with a fuck. Then I would know what it's like and I wouldn't be a virgin anymore. Please." I sighed. "Oh, I guess so. You're just a sex-obsessed horny little monkey, aren't you." "Yep," he replied with a big smile. "Thanks, Morrie." Larry paused and looked a little uncertain about what to do next. "What you need is to put some lubrication on your cock." After the experience with Henry, I had learnt the problems with dry fucking. "Oh?" "So it'll go up my arse easily." "Ah. Um . . . " "There's some handcream in the bathroom that you can use," I told him. "Right." Larry leapt to his feet, hesitated as he looked at his underpants lying on the floor, then dashed out of the room. He was back in the room a few moments later, stiffie waving in the air. "Meet Mum and Dad?" I asked. "Nope," he replied with a laugh Larry sat on the bunk and I watched with interest as he applied handcream to his erection. "Now you can grease up my arsehole." "What? I don't want to touch your shitty hole." Larry screwed up his face in distaste. "And where do you think your cock's going?" "Yeah, but . . . Oh, OK," he agreed with a sigh. I turned over onto my belly and pretty soon felt Larry's hand wriggling up my bottom. It was a most peculiar sensation, feeling someone else's fingers probing and fiddling with my hole. Then he slipped a finger inside as he greased my ring. I gasped at the sensation. I had never in my wildest imagination dreamed that there could be a feeling of pleasure from my arsehole. Larry's finger was withdrawn and a moment later I felt his cock pressing against my entrance and forcing its way inside. I groaned at the pain. "Careful, Larry, not so fast," I begged, but he drove ahead regardless until I could feel his groin press against my butt. Larry lay heavily on my back, the weight of his body pressing me to the bed. My face was turned to one side on the pillow and his cheek rested against mine. The pain transformed into discomfort, then into a sense of fullness. I felt complete. He kissed me on the cheek, then began to thrust into me. I began to groan at the waves of pleasure that emanated from the core of my being. Larry began to fuck harder, his breaths against my cheek came faster, then with a shudder and a sigh, he was done. I felt his cock shrink and pop out of my hole, with a sense of loss and regret. Larry rolled off me and I turned to face him. He loosely draped an arm across my waist and gave me a sweet, slow smile. "Did you, I mean, was that OK?" he asked. "Oh, yes," I sighed, "that was very OK." "It didn't hurt?" "Only at the start. After that, just the opposite." Larry looked thoughtful. "Oh? Well then, maybe next time . . . Thanks, bro, you've always been the best," and he gave me a friendly kiss on the lips. Afterword I now had two beautiful boys to deal with and to make my life complicated. Henry was my boyfriend, my lover, for as long as that might last. We can hope, but never be certain how long a love may last, and can only give thanks while it does. Larry was my brother and that was completely different. Was he gay, bi, or straight? This was a question he didn't want to face at his age, he was simply sexual. Whatever the future, our sex together wasn't likely to last long, as we were not lovers. But as brothers, we could be friends and allies for the rest of our lives. And what did Studs Manley think about such pansy stuff? I didn't care what he thought. Studs Manley could go fuck himself with his 8 inch schlong, as I had no use for him any more. THE END