Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2006 09:45:27 +1000
From: iarwain7 <iarwain7@ains.net.au>
Subject: Double The Trouble. Chapter 28.

This story is dedicated to Tim Mead and Mickey S for their friendship,
interest and encouragement over the years.

Story Description: Peter, a sixteen year old Year Eleven student, finds his
new High School very different to the one he left.  The people are
different and some of the happenings are very different.

The river re-visited.

Usual Disclaimer: If you are not 18 years old yet do not read.
If you are offended by male to male sexual content definitely do not read.
If the laws in your state or county forbid this type of material, do not read.
Otherwise enjoy the story and genuine comments will be appreciated.

The author retains copyright (2006) to this story.  Reproducing this story
for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that
copyright.

This story is fiction.

Thank you Nifty for the opportunity to post this story.

Chapter 28.

Since it was Saturday Peter had a lovely sleep-in till almost eleven, and
after feeding his face, went back to bed to read, which he managed happily
till Andy walked in at one.  This was a change of plan since they weren't
meant to meet for training till two.

"Where are we going?"

"We're picking up Colin now instead of after training."

"Oh, right."

Except that wasn't the only change.  At the pool when they parked next to
Brent's car everyone piled into the wagon and Peter was informed they were
training out at the river.

"The river?  Andy, I'm meant to help mum this afternoon."

"No you're not.  She said for us to stay away till at least six o'clock.
Rob's helping her."

So that was what her comment about having a good time meant.  Except,
exactly what did it mean?

"What are we really doing?"

"Training.  We can't miss out on that, but then we can muck around."

"What sort of mucking around?  Everyone smiled when you said it."

"Brent and I reckon those kids'll be back again, trying to catch someone
else, so we'll catch them instead."

"Are you serious?"

"Peter, they embarrassed you so much.  That's terrible."

"Embarrassed!  This from the person who organised me out of my jocks last
night then got Kenny to give me about twenty boners."

"Twenty?  Couldn't have been!  You'd be rubbed raw after that."

"Well I am!"

Oops, wrong thing to say.  Now there'd be a check-up.

"Yeah, really?  What d' you reckon Brent?  I saw you helping Kenny a couple
of times!"

"It must have been a lot!  There was a thing going between Kenny and Justin
and Paul to keep Peter boned as much as they could."

"That's what was going on?  I wondered why they were hanging with Peter so
much.  God Peter!  You must have been randy as hell when you got home.  Is
that why your shower-room light stayed on so long?"

"What?...  Um!"

Tricked again!  Peter blushed and the laugh went round the wagon.  Andy
couldn't even see the bathroom from his place.

"Are we going to spend all day just talking about my boner?"

"It's a pretty big topic Peter."

Matthew!  Traitor!  The friendly payback digs lasted the rest of the way to
the church car park.  When they reached the flat rock, Andy sussed
everything out.  Interestingly enough, Peter found himself caught up with
the intrigue as the plan to catch the kids developed.  It was simple
really, and for nearly an hour and a half they took it in turns of about
ten minutes to keep watch from behind some shrubs right at the bend where
there was a clear view, while everyone else did their training in the deep
stretch of water.

"Someone's coming!"

Sure enough, Brent was signalling from the lookout point.  Everyone rushed
to their positions.  Peter, Colin and Matthew moved further upriver and
started fooling around where they'd be easily seen.  Of course they were
nude, and they stayed at the shallow edge to make sure that was obvious.
Andy and Marty ducked behind the spots they'd chosen and Brent was already
in a good position.  The bait for the trap was two piles of clothes, both
in plain view, the first on the flat rock, which needed some wading to
reach, and the other beside a log about ten metres past the rock.  It took
forever!  It didn't really, but it was an amazingly strong temptation to
peek towards the rock to see if anything was happening.  It could be
anybody, but Brent would soon let them know that.  He didn't, so it had to
be Brian and his mates.  There were a couple of yells and Peter's head
whipped round in time to see one figure leaping into the shallow water.
There was another figure on the rock, holding some of the clothes, while
two were running down-river from the log.  They stopped when Brent appeared
and blocked their escape route.  By the time Peter, Colin and Matthew
arrived they'd all been herded onto the flat rock where it was awkward for
them to make a sudden dash.  They looked shocked but somehow they weren't
panicked.  Andy, Marty and Brent were all smiling and Peter had a feeling
that something had been said to set them at ease.  Andy was in charge.
When wasn't he?

"Which one's Brian?"

"Um ...Me!"

"So what were you doing with our clothes?"

Brian thought fairly quickly, but not very well.

"We were..  um..  moving them over there where it's safe."

Brent laughed out loud and Andy's grin got bigger.

"Oh yeah, safe like they were at the bridge?"

Brian didn't try another story, just gave a reluctant nod.  Andy turned to
the one standing near Marty.

"What's your name?"

"Paul!"

"Was this your idea to nick our clothes?"

He shook his head.

"So, who's was it then?"

They were total give-aways.  Three of them glanced straight at Brian, who
in turn looked guilty as hell.

"What d' ya reckon Brian?"

"What?  ...What d'ya mean?"

"You know what I mean.  Fair's fair."

It took him a couple of seconds to work that out.

"No way!"

"You'll get them back if you do."

More seconds went by.

"You'd keep them?"

"Not really.  But you might be collecting them from the bridge some time
this evening."

"Just me?"

"All or none!"

Brent butted in.

"Have a laugh Brian.  We did last week as soon as we got our stuff back."

The change in Brian was instantaneous as his reluctance became a kind of
wary confidence.

"Pervs!"

"Pay-back!"

It was the same interplay between Brent and Brian that had occurred at the
bridge, and the grins flashed between them.  Brian pulled his shirt over
his head and Brent moved closer to take it.  The shorts came off next to
reveal some jazzy blue satin boxers.

"Hey Andy!  Let's give him a chance."

"Like what?"

"He keeps the boxers if he can race one of us."

"Well it won't be me.  You know what I'm like at swimming."

Brent acted like it was a done deal and asked Brian who he wanted to race
against.  What a pair of con merchants!  Brian looked from Peter to Matthew
then back again.  Size was obviously the criteria being used and he pointed
at Peter.

"Hey, that's too easy.  They all have to be in it."

Brian turned to the others and gave them a go-ahead look.  The clothes came
off and they lined up at the edge of the rock, two in boxers and two in
jocks. Brent pointed to a spot twenty metres away then yelled out, "go"!
They'd been conned again.  Not only because they didn't have a hope against
Peter, but also because in the dive both sets of boxers came off and the
jocks ended up at knee level, hampering their efforts.  When Peter stood up
and looked back, one of the guys was still swimming, one was treading
water, and the other two were holding the edge of the rock.  Brent was in
the water waving the boxers and when he reached the rock he tossed them to
Colin.  The swimming guy finally stopped, and Peter couldn't help grinning
when he saw him hitching up his jocks.  They floated back to the rock and
there were embarrassed faces as Marty pulled each of them out of the water.
It couldn't have been too bad for them though, as there were now ten naked
guys, plenty enough to be one of the crowd.  The impression Peter had in
his mind that they were younger kids had been way out.  It must have been
the way they carried on at the bridge that made him think that, with the
whistling and hooting, and they'd only seen heads peering down too.  They
weren't kids at all and checking them out, Peter figured them for year
Tens, perhaps a year behind him.

"Where's the camera Matthew?  We'll get the pictures of them shaking their
dicks now."

Matthew had brought the camera, but it didn't come out till later.  This
was just Andy stirring.  Everything got all friendly and by the end of the
next half hour it was just a group of guys hacking round together.  Brian
seemed to be on the same wavelength as Brent, the Mr Hyde end of the
spectrum, and Andy's natural charisma had every one of them eating out of
his hand.  Brent gonked out.  He'd worked the morning instead of sleeping
in, so everyone else move further up the river to one of the sandy sections
while he found a spot to have a doze.  Brian looked like he was having a
heart attack when Marty lifted him onto his shoulders, but that started a
trend which turned into one of the chaotic battles like the one in the pool
the night before.  Brian called them a pack of cheats when it came out that
they were in a swimming team and demanded a re-run of the challenge for
their clothes.

"What for?  You guys were going to skinny dip and hack round anyway.  Let's
make it interesting, if you're not chicken."

"Interesting?  Like how?"

"You'll see.  Me and Peter will show you this game we know."

What game?  Peter had a feeling that Andy was setting him up.  They had to
have a fair start of course, and when that was worked out they chose
Matthew as the one they wanted to race, still hung up on their idea that
the bigger guys must be faster.  Again they didn't have a hope and they
were goggle-eyed that their handicap had meant nothing.

"Are you guys all fish or something?"

"We're all pretty good, but Matthew, Peter and Brent are champions."

"Wow, who's the fastest of all of you then?"

"Matthew.  We call him Bluey `cause of his rude speedos.  If he wanted to
he could be in the Olympic Games."

"Serious?"

"Yeah, and Peter's next.  Call him Big D.!"

"Big D.?"

"Well it's pretty big isn't it?  Wait till he puts on a show for us."

There were grins and nods as Peter's dick became the focus, not that he
hadn't already seen them checking him out.

"It's famous too.  We'll tell you about it later, because you were so
interested in it last weekend.  Come on Peter.  We'll show them the game
and find out how good they are."

Famous?  What on earth was he talking about?  Matthew and Brent said that,
but only between the three of them.  The four guys gawked when they heard
the rules for the grabbing game, gawked more when Andy and Peter started a
demo, then triple gawked when two boners developed.  Andy just laughed it
off.

"No big deal Adrian.  Don't you know any growers?"

"Growers? Um ...Yeah!  Brian is, but it's so big though."

Adrian was the one looking the most fascinated.

"Come on, time to pay up."

They were embarrassed all over again, but did they ever concentrate.
Danny, the short wiry one, turned out to be way better than the others and
Brian, as Adrian had said, most definitely was a grower.  He laughed it off
though, telling his mates they'd be paying for what they'd done to him.
Twenty minutes later Peter knew that he was in for something.  They were
all relaxed, floating in the shallows or sitting on the sand talking, when
he noticed Andy looking at him with evil in his eyes.  He had the four guys
round him, listening to something that was making them cast their own evil
looks.  Peter ran, then struggled, but there was no escaping four
determined pursuers, and a couple of moments later he was immobile on the
soft sand.

"Go on.  He doesn't mind and we won't let him move."

Oh God No!  Peter nearly died while four sets of hands tickled him
mercilessly.

"That's it.  Now try that special trick and you'll see why he's famous.  Go
on Brian."

Five curious newcomers, Colin had to be included, and three grinning
traitors, watched, engrossed at the effect of a finger in a belly button.
Andy reached through and gave a squeeze.

"Keep going.  He's nearly there.  That's it!  Here Adrian.  Check out how
rodded he is."

"Check it?  You mean touch it?"

"Like this.  Come on!"

There was a battle between nervousness and curiosity, and curiosity won.
Adrian copied Andy's action, very softly at first, but with the prompting
from all sides that changed quickly.

"It's enormous!  It feels like it's gonna burst."

He moved aside and four more sets of hands did the checking, then three
more, while Peter listened to the biggest load of bull he'd yet heard from
Andy.  Kind of factual at the start, it rapidly became ridiculous, and
Marty and Matthew backed it all up.

"You can see why it's famous!  Our swim team made it their mascot and he
shows it off every day after training!"

"A mascot?  As if!  Who'd have someone's dong for a mascot?"

"You don't believe it?  Ask Brent then, Brian, and see what he says."

"Brent's asleep!"

"No he's not!  Go on.  Ask."

The heads turned where Andy was looking and sure enough, Brent was walking
towards them.

"Hey Brent, has your swimming team got a mascot?"

"Yeah, Big D.  The best ever!  We haven't lost a comp since that boner
showed up.  It brings us luck."

Andy gave them an `I told you so' look.

"Keep checking.  You only stop when his balls pull up."

"What d'you mean?"

"Adrian, you know what it means.  He'll blow off right over his head if you
don't stop then."

"Shit!  Over his head?"

"Feel it again.  Anyone that randy's not gonna be a dribbler."

Adrian had another grope, then had his hand pushed aside by Brian who
reckoned he didn't know a boner could get so hard.

"Isn't it weird with everyone holding your dick?"

Peter started to say yes but Andy took over again.

"He's so used to it now he loves it.  He bones every day for the team.  Hey
Peter!  How many times did you say you boned at the pool party last night?"

"Twenty!"

It was a combined call from Marty, Matthew, Colin and Brent.  And it really
was convincing.  How could they possibly all give the same answer?  Peter
could see the same conclusion on all four faces.

"Hey, do you guys have a medical check at your school?  You know, where the
doctor makes you cough?"

"When he holds your nuts?  Yeah!"

"When the doctor saw Peter this year he took measurements and photos to
send away somewhere!"

"Ho-ly!  That wouldn't be his boner though.  They don't check that."

"No.  Hey Brent, tell them how we got the $300."

"The $300?"

"For Peter's dick!"

Brent did the best job ever of covering his surprise involvement.

"You sure?  We weren't going to tell that to anyone."

"Might as well.  They know everything else."

"All right then.  They could even try it themselves if they want to."

Peter nearly choked as he listened to a story of how they'd made a model of
his boner with plaster of Paris and sold it to an adult shop.

"That white stuff when you break your arm?"

"That's it!  It's tricky.  We had to keep him boned for twenty minutes
while it set, but he can last ages.  What's his record Matthew?"

"One-hour and 38 minutes.  Just last week."

What a lot of drivel!  Brian's eyes were darting suspiciously hither and
thither, but the other three were swallowing it holus bolus.

"Hey Adrian, why don't you have a try?  See if you can keep him boned for
an hour."

"Isn't that a bit...  um ...gay?"

"No way!  It's just mucking round.  That's normal.  Matthew's dad's a
psychologist and he told him that 80% of young guys do it with their mates.
We do!  You should see Andy wanking."

As if connected, the four heads swivelled from Brent across to Andy and
Brian acted as the spokesman.

"You wank in front of each other?"

"Yeah, sometimes.  Peter does it the most though, but he's randier than the
rest of us.  Keep him boned for long enough and you can't stop him."

With that he headed for the water and left the group to the matter at hand.
Peter made as if to get up, but Brent, in a Mr Hyde move, held him in
place.  The hands never left him.  As soon as one finished the next was
waiting, ready to take its place.  Adrian was particularly keen, and in his
mind Peter labelled him as another Kenny when his checking got more and
more adventurous.  Jeez!  He was way cranked up.  Why was Brent getting him
to stay there?  Matthew was enjoying himself too by the look of the cheesy
grin on his face.

"Adrian, you kneel on this side and Brian on the other."

"What?"

"You have to join in.  We always help each other.  Brent, you wank with
Paul and Graham."

"Now?"

They didn't believe what they were hearing from Peter.  Well, they didn't
want to believe it but they did.  Brian looked towards Andy and Marty
floating in the river.

"I think I'll have a swim."

Ten seconds later Andy and Marty were surrounded with new company.

"Just when it was getting interesting you chickened out Peter."

"Very funny Brent!  Where's my $300?  And you just wait Matthew!  You'll
find out about one hour and 38 minutes!"

They dived on him then carted him into the river to cool off.  Five o'clock
turned up before they knew it and the whole mob headed off together, the
four new adventurers wheeling their mountain bikes and talking all the way,
mostly with Andy who had them in the palm of his hand.  Brian stuck with
Brent and tried to organise the group to meet up again, but the most he got
was a maybe in a couple of weeks.

"Hey Andy!  We never made them do the shakes for us."

They were on the way to pick up Brent's car and talking about the
afternoon's events, which everyone agreed had been very successful.

"We talked them into the grabbing game Brent.  That was enough."

"D'you reckon they believed all the stuff we said about Peter's boner?"

"Doubts about Brian, but the rest did, even the plaster of paris.  That was
brilliant.  How did you think of it Brent?"

"He tried it on himself.  That's how!"

"Yeah, that's right!  Except I got $500!  And I'll bring the stuff round
for you Andy since you're so interested."

"Andy can't keep it up for five minutes!  Don't waste it!"

"Five cents Marty!  That's what you'd get!"

"So what do you reckon they'd pay for yours then?"

"About $1000!  Probably more!"

"Sure!  In a joke shop!"

And so the banter continued.
The end of chapter 28.

Author's Note.

I hope you're gaining some enjoyment from this story.
Any comments and feedback would be greatly appreciated.
My email address is iarwain7@ains.net.au

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