Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2012 23:27:37 -0700 From: B.E. Kelley Subject: The Foundling Chapter 11 This story is a work of FICTION. The events described are my own invention. Any similarities to actual events or persons are strictly coincidental. The author retains the copyright, and any other rights, to this original story. You may not publish it or any part of it without my explicit authorization. This story contains depictions of consensual sexual acts between teenage males. It is intended for mature audiences only. If you find this type of material offensive or if you are under the legal age to read said material; please proceed no further. Comments are always welcome at: hailcaesar2011@hotmail.com The Foundling Chapter 11: The Deep End of the Pool This was possibly the best Christmas vacation I'd ever had, and I felt completely refreshed, when we got back to school. Being with Avery made everything better, I felt happier in class, I was still making new friends and I was looking forward to the challenges of competitive diving, which would begin in earnest in a week. I still had the occasional run in with Richard Dockins but I didn't care, I wasn't afraid of him, thanks to Dylan's coaching, and if worse came to worse, I knew my friends would have my back. I started practicing with the other divers the first day of the new semester. Aside from Robbie and I, the diving squad of our swim team was made up by Dexter, Camden and Neil. I felt bad for being so critical of them in the past, they were really nice guys, cute to, not that I was looking, but they were terrible divers. I'd done my best to offer advice, while I was ridding the bench with my broken wrist, but that pretty much fell on deaf ears. Now that I was going to be in the water with them, Robbie thought they would take me more seriously, at least he hoped so as we gathered around the diving board on our fist day. "Alright, you guys really suck," Robbie started. "Hey fuck you Matthews," said Dexter, he sounded more hurt then angry, "it's not our fault." "I know, I was going to say that it wasn't your fault, we haven't had a proper Coach," said Robbie. "Coach Spencer doesn't know anything about diving," said Neil. "Yeah and he knows that," said Robbie, "that's why he asked Benji to help us but you haven't been listening to him either." "Why should we? No offense Benji but what do you know?" said Camden. "That's a fair point," I agreed. "Well Coach Spencer trusts Benji, you should give him the benefit of the doubt," said Robbie, defending me. "No Robbie the guys are right, if I want them to listen to me I should show them that I'm worth listening to, right?" "Ok, why don't you show them that dive Avery told me about," said Robbie. Avery had been impressed by my handstand triple, and had told Tim and Robbie all about it. Robbie had been bugging me about it ever since, I tried to explain it to him but that didn't really help, it was something he needed to see and now he had his chance. "You really want to see that huh?" I asked. "Come on, you know I do and if it's as good as Avery says, it'll shut these clowns up," said Robbie. "Ok, you win," I surrendered and started climbing the ladder. "What kind of dive is this?" Neal asked Robbie. "Just wait, I don't wanna spoil it for you," said Robbie, watching me closely. When I reached the top of the platform, I knelt down at the edge and took a deep breath, then moved into position. "Holy shit; is he doing a handstand?" said Camden. Thank God I'd only broken my wrist, if I'd broken my arm, my muscles would have atrophied and I wouldn't have the strength to do this. I pushed off of the platform and moved into my summersault, executing three of them before entering the water with a modicum of splash. "God damn!" Robbie exclaimed. "Dude, that was the coolest thing I've ever seen," said Neal. "I'm sold, Tyson's our new diving coach," said Camden. "Ok guys, I appreciate that but I'm not a coach, I've had some good ones though and I think I can help you improve enough that we won't get embarrassed when we compete," I stated. "Sounds good to me," said Dexter, speaking for the group. "Alright then, let's start with the basics," I stated, "I want to see each of you do a regular summersault tuck." "That's nothing new, we can already do that," said Neal. "Yes, but you're sloppy and when you enter the water, well, you might as well be doing cannon balls, we lose points for big splashes," I explained. My argument won them over and soon they were each doing the dive I'd asked. I watched them try it a couple of times and started pointing out faults in their form, they made the corrections I suggested and started to improve, at least a little bit. Coach Spencer let us out of practice a half hour early that day, and Robbie asked me if I'd stay behind a few minutes and help him perfect his summersault tuck. I was going to have to wait a half hour for Dylan's hockey practice to wrap up so I figured, why not. We asked Coach Spencer for permission, he said it was ok, that he'd be doing paperwork in his office and to let him know when we were ready for him to lock up. Robbie and I returned to the water and continued working on his dive. He was getting the hang of things but he kept kicking his leg out when he was coming out of the summersault, so I took to the board for another demonstration. "So are you and Avery a couple?" asked Robbie. I was so stunned by his question that I lost my concentration and rather than execute the summersault, I fell into the water like a rock. "Sorry, I should have waited until you finished before saying that," said Robbie. "Who told you that, how did you know?" I asked. "No one told me, I figured it out," said Robbie. "Yeah, but how?" I asked. "Well, your reaction for one, if it wasn't true you wouldn't be freaking out." said Robbie. Ok, that was a good point, innocent mean don't lose their cool when they're accused. "Look, I'm not going to tell anyone," said Robbie, "I just wanted to know if it was true." "Well, we uh, kinda started uh, dating I guess, on Christmas Eve," I blushed, "Robbie, how do you know, I mean besides my reaction." "It's the way you look at each other, and you've been all flirty with each other lately," Robbie explained. "Do you think..." "No," said Robbie, "I don't think anyone else knows and if it makes you feel better, I wasn't getting the vibe from you like I was from Avery, but I've known him since kindergarten." "You won't tell anyone, will you?" "The only person I've talked about it with was Tim but he'd die before he told anyone else," said Robbie. "Why did you do that?" I asked. "Because Tim knows that Avery is gay and he doesn't care, and I wasn't 100% sure, I asked him what he thought and he said I should just be honest and ask you," said Robbie. "Why are you so interested anyway," I asked. "Because, Avery is one of my best friends, he's one of the best guys I know, I just wanted to tell you not to hurt him," said Robbie. "Robbie, that's the last thing I'd ever do, I, well, I love him," I explained. "Ok then," said Robbie. "Can I ask you a question?" I said. "Sure." "You're not jealous are you, were you interested in Avery?" I asked. "No, no, no," Robbie laughed, "I'm as straight as they come; I'm just looking out for my friend." "Ok, you know I think of you as my friend too, I didn't want to step on your toes," I explained. "Don't worry about it, and you are my friend, trust me, I'm going to be telling Avery that he better not hurt you either, I'd hate to have to kick your asses," Robbie smiled. "You're a strange guy Robbie, but I'm glad you are, I've never had the kind of friends who would be concerned about me like this," I stated. "What can I say, it's part of my charm," Robbie smiled. So the small fraternity of boys that knew I was gay just doubled. Obviously Avery knew, we'd told Jamie together and now Robbie and Tim were in on the secret. To be honest, I didn't care, I trusted my new friends and if anything, it made me feel closer to them. They knew something about me that no one else did, something people hide from their friends and loved ones because they were scared of losing them, but they didn't think of me any differently. I was still just plain old Benji to them. "What took you guys so long?" said Avery, when Robbie and I walked into the locker room. "We were just having a chat," smiled Robbie. "Oh, ok," said Avery, "Do you guys need a ride?" "George is picking me and Dylan up like normal," I replied. "I could use a lift," said Robbie. "Sure, go change, my dad's ready to go as soon as you guys are done," said Avery. Robbie's locker was around the corner from mine, once he left to change out of his Speedo, Avery looked around and when he confirmed we were alone, he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I gave him an affectionate smile, then started to dry off. It's hard to adequately heat a building as big as a gym, it was cold in the locker room, I was wet and my teeth were already starting to chatter. "So what was your little chat with Robbie about?" Avery asked, curiously, while I got dressed. "Call me after dinner tonight, I'll tell you all about it." Avery was about to say something else but stopped when Robbie rejoined us, dressed and ready to go. I finished dressing and was just putting my coat on when Coach Spencer admonished us to, "Move your asses." Robbie talked Coach Spencer's ear off, while the four of us walked out to the parking lot, giving him all the details about my attempt to improve the divers. Coach seemed duly impressed. George was already there and Dylan must have finished his practice early too, because he was sitting in the shotgun seat. I said good bye to my friends and got an approving pat on the back from the coach. "Atta boy," said Coach Spencer, with a wink. Sure enough, no sooner had I finished dinner that night, my phone started ringing; I knew who it was before I even looked at the caller id. I did, however, wander off to the study, before I answered, so I'd have a little privacy. "Hi baby," I greeted. "Baby?" Avery chuckled. "Sorry, just trying it out," I apologized. "No I like it, it's just new is all, schnookums," said Avery. "Uh," I groaned. "Yeah, I don't like that one either, how about huggle bunny?" said Avery. "What, I've got buck teeth now?" I teased. "Ok, let me work on it," Avery laughed. "So what's up?" I asked, getting back to business. "I just wanted to see what was going on with you and Robbie today," said Avery. "Oh, that," I knew perfectly well why he was calling, I was just having a little fun torturing him, he's almost as impatient as I am. "Come on Benji, pretty please?" I could almost picture him, giving me the puppy dog eyes and sticking out his lower lip. Damn him for being so cute, it worked and he wasn't even here in person. "He knows we're a couple," I stated. "How the hell did he know that?" said Avery. "Evidently you're kinda faggy, he noticed you making goo goo eyes at me," I laughed. "He, he didn't say that did he?" asked Avery. I instantly felt bad, it sounded like it hurt his feelings. "No, of course not, I'm sorry, I was just giving you a hard time," I apologized, "He figured it out from the way we've been acting, but he said not to worry, he only noticed because he knows you so well." "Oh, well that's not so bad then," said Avery, "Does anyone else know?" "Just Tim." "Ok, I can live with that, Tim won't say anything," said Avery, "Are you ok with it?" "Yeah, I'm more worried about our English test Friday," I replied. "I know, I hate this book, speaking of which, I should go read it if I want to be ready for that stupid test," said Avery. "Yeah, I think I'm going to call it a night and hit the books myself, see you in the morning?" "Ok, night Benji, love you." "Later Avery, I love you too." Dylan, Jamie and I had devised a schedule for taking care of Saxon and it was Jamie's night to walk her down by the lake. She's proven to be a really smart pup and is learning to do her business outside, but there are still the occasional accidents. It was a little early, but I was tired from my first day back in the pool, so I put on my pajamas and laid in bed to read. We're reading the Scarlett Letter and I have to say, I'm just not that into it. Normally I'm a pretty fast reader but I had to concentrate on Hawthorne's dry prose and it didn't feel like I was making much progress. I had my nose buried in my book, when Jamie came in at bedtime. "Whatcha doin?" said Jamie, while he stripped off his clothes. "Reading, homework," I replied, trying to concentrate. "Wanna do something else?" asked Jamie, playfully. "Can't, test Friday," I stated. "Are you sure?" said Jamie. "Jamie look I..." I began, putting my book down in a huff. Jamie was stark naked, well, except for his socks, he had his hands on his hips and he was grinning like a naughty school boy while he wagged his dick at me. "I thought maybe we could jerk each other off," Jamie smiled. I really wanted to, what gay 14 year old wouldn't want to touch a cute, eager 13 year olds dick? The only problem was, my guilty conscience was making me feel like Hester Prynne and I didn't want to start wearing a scarlet A on my Speedo, at swim meets. "I can't Jamie." "But why, we've done it before," Jamie whined. "I know and it was cool and all but I'm with Avery now and it just doesn't feel right," I explained. "Cause he's your boyfriend?" said Jamie. "Yeah." "That's ok," said Jamie, "you don't have to touch mine but can we still do it together?" "You mean just watch each other?" "Yeah, it's fun," said Jamie. "Well, I guess that wouldn't hurt," I agreed. "Cool, take your jammy's off," said Jamie, as he flopped down on his bed and started stroking himself. I took off my pajama bottoms and underpants, leaving me in my own socks and t-shirt, then wrapped my fingers around my dick and started jerking. My boner was aroused by two conflicting images. I could see cute little Jamie jerking himself, and that was hot, but when I closed my eyes, my minds-eye pictured Avery, from New Years Eve, when we'd kissed and he'd looked so sexy in his tight little briefs. I tried to negotiate between the two images, to find a happy balance, but I loved Avery and he won out. I came all over my belly, thinking about when I'd touched his rock hard cock and felt him up. After that day, I became very busy. School was still a breeze, it just wasn't as rigorous as Choate, but I was spending a lot of time in the pool, working on my own dives and helping the others with theirs. Robbie was awesome, he took all of my critical remarks to hart, he didn't let them hurt his feelings, he knew I wasn't being mean, and he improved rapidly. Dexter, Camden and Neal were another story, they improved but not as rapidly, still, they were getting better and they wouldn't embarrass themselves at any meets. Speaking of which, the official swimming season started the second week of the winter semester and we were holding our own as a team, but the standout was Avery. I'd always known he was a good swimmer; after all, I'd been the time keeper while my wrist was healing, and he never lost a race. I assumed that the other boys on our team; just weren't that good but the truth was, Avery was just that great. It's the second weekend in February now and in the weeks we've been competing, Avery hasn't lost a race, he's phenomenal. I was also doing well with my diving, in the three meets I'd competed in; I took second place twice and first once. We were at our first swimming tournament and we were all very excited. Tournaments are different then meets, in that there is more competition and they award medals instead of ribbons. I was sitting on the sidelines with Robbie and Tim, and we were watching Avery's race, while we waited for the diving competition to start. As expected, Avery blew away the competition and took first place. When he climbed out of the water, he put on his coat and sat with us. A Speedo doesn't cover much and you can't run back and forth to the locker room to change between races, so like all of the other teams, our school issued us knee length, waterproof parkas to keep us from freezing to death. The coats were also convenient because they were bulky enough that I could occasionally reach over and slip my hand into Avery's pocket so we could hold hands without anyone noticing. "You were great baby," I whispered, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. Avery was still catching his breath but he gave me a wink, signaling his thanks. After Avery's race, Tim was up and he did well, taking third place in the 200 meter freestyle. There were still more races to be swum but Robbie and I had to report to the diving pool for our own event. Dexter, Camden and Neal got nervous and seemed to forget everything they learned, their scores were low, but Robbie was focused and determined and was rewarded with a 5th place finish. Fifth place may not sound that impressive but it was fifth out of 38 and he'd only been diving for a few months, I was very proud of him. I was also thrilled with my own performance and finished the day in second place, bringing home the silver medal. At the end of the tournament, we washed the chlorine off of our bodies, and Avery and I came out of the locker room still wearing our gold and silver medals, respectively. The tournament was in Manchester, in the southern part of New Hampshire, it was a considerable drive and we were overnighting at a local hotel. After they fed us dinner, Coach Spencer had us all turn in so that we'd be rested for the ride home the next morning, which would be Sunday. Avery and I were rooming with Tim and Robbie; we stripped down for bed then sat around in our underwear, chatting excitedly. "Avery, you were awesome today," said Tim, "If you keep it up, you could be the Freshman Division State Champion." "Thanks," Avery blushed, "I wasn't that good." "Don't be so modest, you killed those guys today, left them in the dust," I smiled. "Ok, maybe I had a good day, but so did you guys," said Avery, "especially you Benji, I'm really proud of you." I blushed profusely but then started laughing, thanks to Tim. "Oh Benji, you did so good oh I love you, kissy, kissy, kissy," Tim teased. "Shut up dick," Avery laughed as he swung his pillow at our friend. "Yeah, today was fun," said Robbie, "but it got kind of dull when we weren't competing or watching you guys. I don't know, maybe we need cheerleaders or something." "Right, or maybe a cool fight song, like what they got for footballers," said Tim, returning to his phony British accent. "Yeah, I'm sure coach would appreciate it if we broke out in a rousing chorus of Four Old Whores," I laughed. "Yeah, that'd be great," said Tim, "wait a minute, that's a real song?" "Yeap, guess where I learned it," I smiled. "No idea, mate," said Tim. "Jolly Old England you tosser," I laughed, mocking Tim's phony accent. "How does a song like that go?" asked Robbie. "Yeah, let's hear it," Avery giggled. How could I resist? I had to sing it for them. There were four old whores from Baltimore Drinking beer and wine. The topic of conversation was "Mine is bigger than thine.' Roly, poly, tickle me hole-y, Smell of me slimy slough. Then drag your nuts across me guts, You're with the whorey crew. The first old whore from Baltimore said, "Mine's as big as the air. The birds fly in, the birds fly out, And never touch a hair." The second old whore from Baltimore said, "Mine's as big as the moon. The men jump in, the men jump out, And never touch the womb." The third old whore from Baltimore said, "Mine's as big as the sea. The ships sail in, the ships sail out, And leave their rigging free." The fourth old whore from Baltimore said, "Mine's the biggest of all. A man went up in the springtime, And didn't come out till fall. The guys couldn't contain themselves, they were rolling with laughter. "That is epic," howled Tim, "Filthy, but epic." "Where in the name of Zeus's butthole did you learn a thing like that?" said Avery. "My dad took me to a `football' game, when I tagged along on one of his business trips and the fans started singing it. I couldn't believe my ears," I laughed. "Ok, I'll be right back," said Tim, heading for the bathroom. "Jesus, are you going to whack off again, already?" Robbie teased. "Hey, it's been twenty minutes," said Tim, with a straight face, that made us all burst into a fresh fit of laughter. After that, it was time to call it a night, the stress and excitement of the days competition had exhausted us all. Despite being tired, Avery and I waited until Robbie and Tim fell asleep, and then made out a little. We'd been so busy lately that we'd been reduced to stealing kisses, when no one was looking, and it wasn't as satisfying as being able to hold each other and make out. We'd graduated from playful pecks to Frenching and we were enjoying the dual taking place in our mouths, when I asked Avery to stop. "Are you sleepy?" he asked. "No, it's just, I've had something on my mind that I've wanted to confess to you," I explained. "Confess, what's to confess?" asked Avery. "It's not anything bad, at least I hope you don't think so, it's just something I want to come clean about," I explained. "Ok, what is it?" asked Avery. "Well, you remember New Years Eve, when I felt you up and you said no one had ever touched you there before?" "Yeah," Avery giggled. "Well, I didn't say the same thing because it wasn't my first time and I didn't want you to be upset that you weren't my first." "Oh, who was?" asked Avery. "Uh, Jamie," I blushed, in the dark. "Jamie!" Avery exclaimed, "you've had sex with Jamie?" "Not sex, not really, we just jerked each other off a few times." "Oh, is that all?" said Avery, sounding relieved. "You don't mind?" I asked. "Nah, I've done that before," said Avery. "But you said no one ever touched you there," I reminded him. "Well, that's true, what I meant was, I've jerked off with a guy before, but no, we didn't touch each other," said Avery. "Oh, who did you do it with?" I asked. "Robbie," Avery giggled. "Wow, really?" "Yeah, it wasn't that big a deal, it only happened a few times, we just watched each other jerk off," Avery explained. "Oh, ok then," I replied. "Are you jealous?" he asked. "No I was just curious," I explained. "Cool," said Avery, "and don't feel bad about doing it with Jamie, I don't care." "I love you," I stated, then gave him another kiss. "I love you to, but since we're talking about this, do you think we're ready to try it, you know, jerking each other off?" said Avery. "Yeah," I replied, excitedly "Cool," said Avery, as he reached out and tugged the front of my briefs down. "Wait, what if we wake Tim and Robbie?" "Are you kidding, they sleep like the dead, watch," said Avery. "TIM, ROBBIE, BIG FOOT IS FUCKING YOUR MOMS!" Avery shouted. "See, nothing," he laughed, as Tim and Robbie continued to breathe deeply, not stirring a bit. "Ok then," I giggled then reached over and started groping Avery through his tighty whities. Avery wrapped his fingers around my stiffy, very gently. He seemed fascinated by the feel of my dick and started to stroke it slowly. I was groping him through his briefs, his cock felt so hard under them and I loved how it stretched the tight cotton. He was eager for me to jerk him off though, and after a few minutes of my rubbing, he fished his dick out of his underpants. I took the hint, and started jerking him slowly. We held out as long as we could, but even at a glacial pace, the intimate new turn our relationship was taking, was enough to bring us to climax. We both came on the sheets. "Great, we made a mess," I giggled. "Don't worry, we don't have to clean it up," laughed Avery. "So, did you like it?" I asked, after we'd calmed down. "It was the best cum ever," said Avery, "I love you." "Love you more," said Avery. "Love you most," I countered. "Dork," Avery giggled, "come here." Avery pulled me against him and spooned up behind me. Even though he was soft, I could still feel his cock against my bottom, and I nestled back against it. We both slept soundly and were raring to go the next morning. We joked around with Tim and Robbie on the bus and when we got back to Tyson's Corner, Avery and his dad dropped me off at my house. I didn't pay any attention to the strange car parked out front, I ran into the family room, excitedly holding my medal by the ribbon. "George, Nancy, check it out, second place," I exclaimed, then came to a screeching halt as I saw the man sitting with Nancy. "Uncle Brian, what are you doing here?"