Date: Sun, 26 May 2013 11:12:18 +1200
From: bob charles <pennywise3636@gmail.com>
Subject: Washed Up (Gay / Young friends) chapter 4

Washed Up.

Disclaimer:

Warning: this story contains sexual content, contact between young boys,
and other themes that may offend.  If the subject matter offends you, is
not to your tastes, or if you are under legal age for your area, then find
something else to read. In the following story all names and events are
completely fictional.  Although I may mention a specific location, place,
or person any resemblance to said people, location, or places is completely
unintentional.

Chapter 4:

Mum pulls the car up to a park in the Whangarei falls reserve and I quickly
jump out. From the outside the toilets look uninviting, but when you are
desperate you don't think too much of it. It is a wooden structure only
maybe ten years old. The problem is that the city has a high crime rate so
the toilets have been heavily tagged. It also shows other signs of
vandalism, but a lot of that has stopped as the city council has installed
numerous security cameras around the toilets, and the car park. They are
trying their hardest to try to curb the crime rate of the area, so that
tourists can feel safe to come here.

Inside the toilets is a totally different story. They look new and
clean. The city council has pretty much had to replace the whole interior
of the toilets due to repetitive vandalism. It isn't too uncommon to come
into the toilets and find the porcelain urinals, and toilet bowls smashed
to pieces. All that has pretty much stopped since the cameras have been
installed. In the few cases of vandalism after the installation of the
cameras, the culprits have been quickly apprehended because the footage
makes them easily identifiable. So the park is now a pretty safe place to
come to again.

Like most toilets, the urinals are on the wall opposite the door, with the
cubicles located at the end of the row of urinals. On the wall beside the
door are the wash basins and automatic hand driers. Without thinking I walk
straight up to one of the porcelain urinals. I am wearing black board
shorts which come with a fly and a button, but the tab for the zipper is
broken. I have to fumble around with the button to try and get it undone so
that I can pull my little dick out. I hear someone else enter the toilets
while I am struggling with the button. I have a feeling that mum has woken
up Callum and made him use the toilet too.

************

It isn't Callum. It isn't even another boy as I can handle that. Instead,
it is a mean nasty old man. I start to panic and I try to back away from
the man. My mind switches off as it goes into a state of shock. My legs
start shaking as I back away from the urinal. My body is cooperating about
as well as my mind is. My legs soon buckle and I collapse to the floor in a
heap. I still am trying desperately to back away from the man. I keep
backing away until I have backed up right against the wall, underneath the
bench where the wash basins are. Not being able to go any further I hug my
legs, and bawl my eyes out. Pretty soon afterwards my brain shuts down
properly, and I lose all sense of consciousness.

The man is panicking, as he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know what
he has done to set me off like that. He has put his cock back in his pants
and is looking around all worried. He doesn't want anyone to come in and
see me like that, as he is scared that they will think that he has done
something to me. He jumps a mile when the door quickly opens. He lets out a
sigh of relief when he sees that it is only a boy. Callum rushes in and
looks around. Once he finds me he comes over and gives me a hug.

"It's alright Josh, your safe now." Callum says in a soothing and
comforting voice. The man realises that the boy must be my brother, so
starts to panic again. He thinks the boy is going to accuse him of doing
something to his brother, and then run off and tell an adult. The man just
can't think properly and has no idea of what to do.

"I didn't do anything to him. I swear I didn't touch him." The man says in
a desperate pleading voice. He is almost bawling his eyes out in worry. He
doesn't want to get seen as someone who takes advantage of little kids. He
had just come in here to take a piss, and the boy freaked out. He knows
that no one will believe him, and that is what scares him most.

"It's alright. He gets like this when he is left alone with another man. It
doesn't matter where he is he always panics like this. He doesn't have a
great history with dad and that is why he gets this way." Callum says to
the man with a reassuring tone of voice. He is trying to ease his fears
while he also tries to explain a little about my reaction. The man does
calm down a little at hearing the little boys explanation. He isn't as
worried about being seen as some sort of pervert anymore.

"Can you please help me, as I need to get him back to mum? She is waiting
for us in the car." Callum asks the man. The man feels that it is the least
he can do, as he feels a little guilty about setting me off. Callum and the
man take an arm each, and pull me from under the bench and then stand me
up.

"I take it he hadn't taken a piss before you came in." Callum says. It is
more of a statement than anything. He can clearly see a big wet patch in my
shorts from where my body has lost control of itself in the panic. They
carry me back to the car. Well I should say the man carries me back, and
Callum shows him where to go. The man feels that he should carry me so that
no one around can see that I have wet my pants. He feels genuinely sorry
for me. I don't care as my mind is now in a deep trance and I'm not aware
of what is going on around me.

"Mum we are going to have to clean Josh up. He panicked again, and had an
accident." Callum says to mum as he gets back to the car. She looks
concerned for me, but it is again yet another reason that she has against
the idea of me being gay. How can I be gay when I can't stand to be around
men?

"Thank you so much for your help. I hope he didn't scare you too much. It
is just a reaction he has after suffering years of abuse from his father."
Mum says to the man. She wants to clear up any misconceptions that the man
may have had, so just told him the truth. The relief the man feels is
obvious, as he was still a little worried about what my mum was going to
say to him.

The man puts me gently into the car then leaves, and Callum and mum clean
me up as well as they can. Well Callum cleans me up, and puts me into a new
set of clothes, and mum sort of supervises. Mum is thankful that she has
brought a change of clothes for us both, although she didn't expect to have
to use my clothes so soon though. Once they have cleaned me up as well as
they can, they belt me up, and get back in their seats. Mum restarts the
car, and we are back on the road again heading south. Still in a trance my
mind automatically starts to think about Pierre. I go back to the same
incident I had when Pierre was still around. Yes Pierre had found me the
same way in those toilets in Kerikeri.

***

I have gone into the same state of shock in the toilets in Kerikeri. The
man who has just taken a leak bolts from the toilets in a panic. Pierre
bursts in moments later and looks terrified seeing the state I am in. I
look really dirty from having dragged myself along the concrete floor to a
position underneath the sinks. My pants are soaking wet, not only because I
have peed in them, but also because the floor is still wet from having been
washed, and other males who somehow manage to miss the urinals. Pierre sees
that I am in a deep trance and unresponsive, so he knows that he won't be
able to move me on his own. He quickly leaves me, and goes back to the car.

"Callum you got to come quick. Something is wrong with Josh, and I need
your help to get him out of the toilets." Pierre says in a hysterical voice
as he throws open the car door. His French accent makes it hard for Callum
to fully understand what the boy is saying to him. Callum eventually clicks
as to what Pierre has just said to him, and quickly undoes his seatbelt. He
jumps out of the car and sprints off, following Pierre into the toilets,
and leaving the car door wide open in the process.

Once inside the dim dark toilets Callum quickly understands what is going
on. He wasn't paying much attention when I had gone to the toilet, as he
was more just looking around. He likes to look around and see what
different towns have to offer, and what sort of character that different
places have. He likes the look of Kerikeri, and was hoping that after I was
done in the toilet that we would be able to walk around, so he could get a
better look at the place. But because his mind was elsewhere he had missed
seeing someone follow me into the toilets.

"Did a man come in while Josh was taking a piss?" Callum asks a little
perplexed and blasé. Pierre takes a few moments to comprehend what he
has just been asked, as he is still too scared that something bad has
happened to listen properly. His mind is in a panic causing it to react
slowly to what is going on.

"Yeah. I think he must have done something, coz he left real quick." Pierre
replies. His face is full of concern, but he still wonders what on earth
the man could have done to me in such a short period of time.

"Nah, the man didn't do anything. He probably just panicked. Josh gets this
way when he is left alone with a man. He has a real problem being around
them because of what happened with dad and all." Callum says nonchalantly,
somewhat easing Pierre's concerns.

Pierre still wonders how my dad has managed to get me so unstable while
around other men, but then again he has never been beaten by his
father. No, his father would have never done such a thing to him, as he was
too kind-hearted and loving. He has nothing to compare it to, so he thinks
that it must just be a natural reaction, to all the physical abuse that I
have suffered at the hands of my dad. He also remembers Callum saying that
I had been beaten to within inches of my life, so he knows that will have
left a huge emotional scar, if not something worse.

Pierre is really concerned that it may still impact my life as I get older,
but he can't think of any way that I will be able to combat such a severe
reaction to something. It's not like he can ease me into it, when my body
completely shuts down because of it. There has to be a way to get me over
this fear of men, there just has to be. Pierre just has to figure out how.

Callum takes one of my arms, and motions to Pierre to take the other. Once
Pierre has a firm grip on my arm they pull me out from under the sink
bench. Callum isn't sure what to do, as I am a complete mess. He doesn't
want to take me out of the toilet looking this way. He tells Pierre to help
him pull me into a toilet cubicle, which they promptly do. Then they hoist
me off the floor and sit me on the toilet. Callum gets Pierre to stay with
me as he runs off to tell mum what has happened.

He returns after a couple of minutes and tells Pierre that they are going
to find a shop to get me a new set of clothes. He asks Pierre to stay with
me until they get back. He suggests that it might pay to lock the door, and
start getting me undressed. Pierre agrees as the wet clothes aren't doing
me any good, as he is starting to notice my body shivering from the cold
dampness of my clothing. With the instructions given successfully Callum
runs off back to the car, leaving Pierre alone with me. He is pretty much
alone as I am still pretty much comatose.

While we are waiting for mum to get back Pierre uses the opportunity to
clean me up. He has stripped all my clothes off me, which was a bit of a
struggle due to being seated on the toilet, and I offer no assistance what
so ever. Pierre dumps my wet dirty clothes in the rubbish bin located by
the door, as there really isn't any point in trying to keep them.

He uses some toilet paper and soap from the dispenser to clean around my
crotch. He wants to try and get rid of all the urine that has soaked into
my skin, so pays real good attention to my little dickie. Pierre doesn't
really take the time to appreciate my little prick like he wants to,
because he is still too worried about my wellbeing.

He does a pretty good job, as by the time he has finished I don't smell
like I have peed myself anymore. Instead I now smell like the cheap soap
that they put into those dispensers, but hey that is definitely better than
the strong smell of ammonia which I smelt of before. He then gives me a
tight comforting hug as he waits for Callum to return with some new
clothes.

The comfort and warmth from his hug slowly bring me back to reality. I
start to bawl my eyes out again, as I realise what I have done. I am so
ashamed, thinking that Pierre really must think that I'm a big baby. I
can't believe I have freaked out so much just because a stupid man came to
use the toilets.

Well actually I can, because I have done it before and that's why I usually
use the cubicles. I was really hoping that I was over it by now, as the
last time I had freaked out like this was over a year ago now. I guess that
I have still got a long way to go before I get over it, and can start to
live life normally again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. It just does, every time a
man comes into a room that I'm left alone in." I say sobbing. Pierre hugs
me tighter indicating that he already knows why I have reacted that way,
and also he wants me to understand that I have nothing to be ashamed about.

He then gives me a loving kiss on the lips to emphasis his point. It really
works wonders, and feels wickedly amazing. I kiss him back now that I'm
feeling a lot happier at the situation. The strong loving feeling
intensifies as I kiss him back. I can feel my heart pumping hard, and my
body is starting to sweat from the passion of the kiss, and I notice from
the sweat dripping Pierre's forehead he is feeling the same intense passion
as I am.

I jump off the toilet wrenching apart our kiss, when I hear the door crash
open. I am hoping that it isn't another man come in to use the toilet as I
don't think I can handle another episode like before. I don't want to get
caught in here naked, with another boy either, especially since we were
just kissing. I don't want anyone to know that I am even in here after what
has just happened. My brain is starting to go funny on me again, and the
panic is causing me to feel humiliated all over again.

"Pierre I got his clothes. Can you open the door for me so that I can give
them to you?" The high pitch voice of my little brother says. I let out a
huge sigh of relief knowing that it is him, and my brain starts to function
properly as a result. I am so glad that it is Callum, as he has seen this
all before so I know that he won't make fun of me. Pierre unlocks the door
to the cubicle and lets Callum in.

"Here... Oh hello, I'm glad to see you back in the land of the living."
Callum says as Pierre opens the door. He says it in the cheekiest voice and
with a huge smile spread across his face. He hands the clothes to my sexy
French boy, and comes over and gives me a hug. I hug him back. I am a
little surprised that he manages to get in here, as it is extremely cramped
with the three of us in here. But he makes it in easy enough and I get to
enjoy a warm loving hug from my brother.

Callum releases me and backs himself out of the cubicle. He then stands
guard at the door, as Pierre helps me to get changed. Mum has bought me a
plain blue T shirt, and some black knee length shorts. She hasn't bothered
with underwear because she had been in too much of a rush. As a result she
had totally overlooked them.

I help Pierre as best as I can to dress myself, but my help is pretty
useless and he finds it easier to do it all himself. I see him take a good
long look at my dickie before he pulls my shorts on, which almost ends up
with me getting a stiffie. I start to feel that strange tingling feeling as
Pierre is ogling my pecker, but he gets my shorts up before I spring a full
blown boner. Well at least I know that my dickie is working, as the rest of
my body doesn't seem to be.

Once changed Pierre helps me to stagger out of the cubicle. It is a tight
fit which leaves me wondering how on earth they had got me in there in the
first place. My legs are still really weak and shaking like crazy. Pierre
and Callum have to carry me out of the toilets and back to the car as a
result. I really must look like a cripple to anyone who sees us. Once back
at the car Pierre helps me into my seat. He figures it is easiest to put me
in the passenger's side. He then belts me in, and goes around the car and
climbs in the other side and sits next to me. Then Callum gets in, closes
the door and belts up.

"Are you alright Josh?" Mum asks me in a sincere but worried tone of
voice. Again seeing me like this has brought on waves of guilt. She knows
that she is partly responsible for me being like this, but it is all too
late to fix it now. She just has to live with the terrible decisions that
she has made. Unfortunately I have to live with her decisions too.

"Yeah mum, I'll be alright just give me some space." I reply weakly. I
don't have the energy to really say a lot, and especially not to start an
argument. I have also pretty much forgotten that I am in a bad mood with
her, which helps a lot to keep things civilised.

Mum starts up the car again and we take off. She drives straight back to
the department store which she had got the clothes for me from. She parks
the car and undoes her seatbelt. Callum undoes his as well and opens up his
door to get out. Pierre just sits there with me. He doesn't realise that we
have stopped here to get him some clothes. I don't have the energy to move,
and I don't want to either. I still look and feel like a mess, as my eyes
were red from crying. My hair is also all over the place, but thanks to
Pierre's efforts the rest of me is pretty clean, but I don't feel that way.

"Come on Pierre we have to get you some clothes... Josh will you be alright
in here on your own for a while?" Mum says. I nod my head lazily as it is
all that I can do. I am feeling completely drained.

Pierre doesn't want to leave me, but knows that he has to. He undoes his
belt and reluctantly drags himself out of the car. He closes the door
behind him and mum locks up the car. She knows that I will be fast asleep
before they come back, so wants to ensure that I will be safe. Kerikeri
isn't a dangerous place, it is just mum being a bit
overcautious. Thankfully she leaves all the windows cracked open, otherwise
I will have roasted alive in here by the time they get back. I am asleep
before they even make it inside the department store.

The next time I wake we are somewhere else completely. It takes a while for
my mind to register the change of scenery. As my eyes begin to focus and
things around me take shape I start to have a look around to try and work
out where we are.  I know that we aren't back at home. We are somewhere
that I don't think that I have been to before. We are parked looking out
across a golden sand beach. Out from the beach are glistening sapphire blue
waters, but there is another piece of land pretty much straight opposite
where we are. It has a little town and behind it is some magnificent bush
clad hills. I know that we are now in the Bay of Islands I just don't quite
know where.

I look around and see that behind us are a lot of small boutique touristy
shop, as well as restaurants, cafes and hotels. All of them pretty modern
in design and build. There are lots and lots of people wandering around,
going in and out of shops, walking along the beach, or just taking lots of
photos. Down the beach a bit further is a building, jutting out into the
bay. It has lots of boats coming and going from it, so I quickly realise it
must be a ferry terminal or some sort of other dock. I quickly figure out
that we must be in the town of Paihia, which is the main tourist
destination in the bay of islands.

Mum seeing that I am awake again, hands me a paper bag. It has a ham and
cheese sandwich and a blueberry muffin in it. I quickly scoff them down and
instantly feel a lot better as a result. The food is really good too, which
helps me eat it really quickly. It is fresh and beautifully made, and it
hits the spot nicely. Mum gives me a bottle of juice after I have finished
eating. The juice lasts about as long as the food did, as I am really
thirsty.

"Welcome back, I trust that you are feeling a lot better? We are in Paihia
now. Is there anything that you want to do before we head across to
Russell?" Mum asks me. I know exactly what I want to do. I have heard about
it from somewhere I'm not sure where, but it sounds like a lot of fun so I
want to do it. I also know that it could be a really helpful activity,
which is another reason why I really want to do it.

"Yeah I'm feeling heaps better now. Can we go on the boat to the hole in
the rock?" I ask mum. I am preparing myself for her to say no, as I know
that it is a pretty expensive activity. Mum doesn't often say no to us
trying something like this regardless of the expense, but I have always
found it better to prepare for a negative answer, as that way I don't feel
disappointed.

"Are you sure you want to do that? If you are sure that you can handle it
then I will let you go. What about you two what do you think?" Mum
replies. I almost leap out of my seat in excitement. If it wasn't for the
seatbelt keeping me in place I would have likely hit the roof, and that
would have been embarrassing let alone a bit sore.

Pierre doesn't even know what it is so he just goes with the flow. Callum
is as excited as I am. He does jump out of his seat, but doesn't have his
seatbelt on anymore, so hits his head on the roof. He pretends to act hurt,
especially when everyone laughs at him, mum included.

Mum is a little sceptical that we will handle it, but isn't going to tell
us that we can't do it. She likes us to try new things and as much as she
thinks something may be too scary for us, she never stops us giving it a
go. Most of the time her fears are proven wrong, which helps her to allow
us to try more, and more new stuff. Once we are out of the car mum pulls me
aside for a moment. I think that I might be in trouble for something again
and immediately become defensive.

"Josh, you do know that the trip takes you out to Cape Brett?" She whispers
to me. I let my defences drop knowing that I am not in trouble for
anything. She has surprised me as she is thinking about how Pierre might
cope with it, as I really didn't think she cared about Pierre. It seems
that way anyway, although it is probably more that she hates our
relationship.

"Yes mum and it is part of the reason I want to do it. I think it will be
good for Pierre to at least be able to picture where they found his dads
body. Callum and I will be there to support him anyway." I reply. I see my
mum nod her head, as she does agree that it will probably help Pierre get a
bit of closure.

"OK, just keep a real good eye on him. I don't want him freaking out or
anything." Mum tells me. She is genuinely concerned about how Pierre is
going to cope with the trip. She knows it will be good for him, but is
still worried about a potential reaction.

"Trust me mum. Callum and I will take good care of him. I don't want to see
him hurt either." I tell her in a confident and reassuring voice. I know
that I can handle Pierre, just like he can handle me. It is one of the
reasons that I know that we are made for each other.

With that out of the way we re-join the others, who have only just realised
that we were gone. As we walk along the boardwalk towards the ferry
terminal, I take the chance to look around a bit better. All of Paihia
seems to be pretty modern, but it is still really attractive. Especially
the way the bush clad hills rise sharply behind the town, and scattered in
amongst the native bush are some really big flash houses. It is a town for
the rich, that's for sure.

I also notice now that Pierre is wearing different clothes. He looks a lot
sexier in his new duds. He is wearing some real short blue league shorts,
which I presume means that he has undies underneath. I find out later, much
to my disappointment that he does. He is wearing blue briefs which match
the colour of his shorts. He also has a bright orange printed T shirt on,
and mum has also bought him some jandals.

We make it to the ferry terminal and go inside. The place is crowded with
people, and I am feeling really uncomfortable. It is the amount of men in
close proximity to me that is making me feel on edge. Mum sees that I am
getting unnerved, so asks Pierre to take me outside while she gets the
tickets for us. Pierre takes my hand and leads me back outside. The instant
he takes my hand all my trepidations vanish. I feel safe, and it feels like
the most natural thing in the world to be holding his hand. Unfortunately I
know that we will only get away with it in the crowded depths of the ferry
terminal, as once we get outside we will have to let go.

Once outside Pierre knows he has to let go of my hand, as we really don't
want to get harassed by strangers for holding hands. I feel so disappointed
when I feel Pierre release my hand, but I know it is for the best although
I do try to hold onto his hand as long as possible. We find a park bench
not far from the door so go over to it and take a seat. I know I am going
to have to face my fears later on, as we will have to go back inside to
catch the boat. I try not to think about that, but I know that if Pierre
takes my hand again then it will be a piece of cake. I don't know why but
his contact makes me feel perfectly safe.

It takes mum about quarter of an hour to make the booking, but we manage to
get a seat on the next boat out. That is in about 15 minutes, so we just
laze around until then. We decide to just go and lie on the beach while we
wait. It is so nice lying there on the warm golden sand relaxing, as we
prepare ourselves for the adrenalin filled thrill of a jet boat ride. At
about 5 minutes before we are due at the boat, we pick ourselves up off the
sand and wander back to the terminal.

Pierre thankfully takes my hand again as we enter the crowded terminal. I
feel like I am safe as houses, so don't start to feel anywhere near as
uncomfortable this time around. Mum is surprised to see how well I am
handling it this time, but thankfully she doesn't see that Pierre and I are
holding hands otherwise I know we would be in trouble. We make it to the
check-in, and mum leaves us to it. She isn't going to go on the ride as she
is a bit too scared of it. We hand our tickets to the lady behind the
counter. She rips off the part she needs and hands us back the stubs. She
then shows us where to go.

We follow her directions and make it to the boat. It is an open top jet
boat. It can seat a maximum of 30 people at a time. It is a sleek red beast
of a machine, with two massive outboard motors on the back. We are greeted
by one of the crew, who hands us some wet weather gear to put on. We look a
bit dumbfounded with it, but the crew member just tells us that we would
thank him later for it. We put it on and get into the boat. We put on the
harness and adjust it to suit. The crew member comes over and checks that
we have our harness on tight enough before wishing us well and leaving to
check on other passengers.

We are the first on board so sit right at the front. The boat quickly fills
up with other passengers who take whatever seats are available to them. The
captain of the boat goes through all the safety procedures, and also gives
us a quick rundown on what we we're going to do. I see Pierre look a bit
apprehensive when he hears that we are going out past Cape Brett. I take
his hand and give it a light squeeze, to let him know that it will be
alright. He gives me a weak smile, but still has a distressed look on his
face. The captain asks if anyone has any questions, which a few people
do. Once everyone else has finished asking their questions I put my hand
up. I indicated to the captain that I want him to come to me, which he
obliges.

"Look, my friend here lost his dad in a yachting accident earlier in the
week. I don't know whether you heard about it or not, but I was wondering
as to whether you could stop the boat somewhere around Cape Brett. You
know, where his dad washed up, so that he can pay his respects." I whisper
to the captain. His expression tells me that he has indeed heard about the
accident, and he knows exactly where Pierre's dad had washed up. I feel
reassured knowing that he has heard about it, as it makes my life a bit
easier.

"I will do that for you. It is an unusual request, but given the nature of
it I would be honoured to. It's only right for one seafarer to pay homage
to another person of the sea." The captain replies. He gives us a warm
smile. Callum who is sitting on one side of me asks what I have said to the
captain. So I whisper to him what I have asked the captain to do. He looks
a little concerned as he isn't sure about whether Pierre will handle it. I
know Pierre will cope with it, and that it is also the best thing for him
to do. I have complete faith in my idea, and I really hope it works.

The throaty roar of the engines starts up. The crew unhook all the mooring
ropes, and the captain starts to reverse the boat out from the dock. Soon
we are cruising across the bay heading for the open waters of the Pacific
Ocean. Once we have cleared the bay, and all the speed restrictions the
captain opens up the throttle. The noise from the engines is really loud
and grunty, and I can feel the immense torque of the engines as the
propellers bite the water and we take off.

Soon we are hurtling across the water at a great rate of knots. Then the
captain really lets loose and starts throwing the boat into all sorts of
crazy turns. Now I understand the need for the wet weather gear as we get
drowned by the spray of water every time the captain throws the boat into
another tight turn. It is really intense as the centrifugal force pulls
fiercely against us, every time we make a sharp turn, but it is Oh just so
exhilarating.

The ride out to the hole in the rock is so much fun. I can see that Pierre
has totally forgotten about the fact that we are going past Cape Brett, as
he is having a blast. All too soon the rock comes into view, and the
captain slows down. We completely circle the rock allowing those with
cameras to take lots of photos. Then the captain does something he hasn't
told us about. He drives the boat right through the hole. It is so
surreal. We are almost completely surrounded by rock but it doesn't last
long enough, and we have soon gone right through the hole and out the other
side. After circling the rock one last time we start heading back towards
Paihia.

The captain heads a different course to how he would normally go back to
town. He also keeps the boat going at a cruising speed. Once he sees the
spot that he is looking for, he stops the boat and shuts off the
engines. Pierre is wondering what is going on, as he doesn't remember this
in the description at the start. The other passengers are wondering the
same thing. Only Callum and I know the reason for this unexpected stop.

"I have had a request from one of the passengers. It was a request that I
simply couldn't turn down. Yesterday a body was found washed up on the
beach you see before you, and the son of the person who was found is on
board. I have been asked to stop here so that we can all pay our respects
to the man. He was a captain just like me, who was taking his son around
the world, showing him the sight and sounds of different
countries. Unfortunately he got caught up in the cyclone that past us by a
few days ago. I know that his son is very lucky to survive, but sadly his
father didn't." The captain says solemnly. The passengers all have sombre
looks on their faces because they really feel sorry for Pierre, as most of
them know just how hard it is to lose a loved one.

The captain goes up to Pierre and undoes his harness. He gets Pierre to
stand up, and takes him over to the edge of the boat. He points out where
his father had been found. He then surprises everyone as he leaves Pierre
and goes back to the cockpit. When he returns he is carrying some flowers
which he had bought for his wife. He figures that this is a better cause,
and he can always buy more once back on land. The captain then says a
little sermon, like you would expect at a proper funeral. He then tells
Pierre to say a prayer and throw flowers out to sea, as a mark of respect.

Pierre is in tears, but he wasn't bawling his eyes out like he has
been. The tears are more from remembrance, and acceptance. It is hard on
the boy but after the whole little ceremony the captain has put on, Pierre
feels a massive weight get lifted off his shoulders. He is still gutted
that his dad is gone, but feels like he can live his life normally
again. The grief is gone, and he feels closure knowing his father is now
back with his mum.

The captain has tears rolling from his eyes down his cheeks as well. He has
never met the other man, but it is yet another tragic loss of life at
sea. He feels a lot of respect for a man who can sail his young son so far
around the world, as it isn't an easy feat to do, even with modern
technology. The ocean is a violent and unpredictable place, and he knows
that he himself has been lucky numerous times. The worst part for the
captain is actually meeting someone who has lost a relative to the sea. It
is even harder on him given how recent the tragedy occurred, and the
relative being his young son.

The captain then helps Pierre back to his seat and harnesses him in. Tears
are streaming from my eyes and Callum's as well, as I never expected the
captain to put that much into it. All I had wanted was for Pierre to see
where his father was found, but the captain has helped him out so much more
than that. The rest of the passengers sit there in silence marking their
respect for the occasion by letting Pierre do what he needs to do. I am so
glad that the passengers are so respectful, as I was concerned that at
least one of them might have been a bit pissed off at the whole thing.

With Pierre in his seat and harnessed in, the captain returns to the
cockpit and starts up the engines again. He slowly and respectfully eases
away from the scene before he guns the engines and gets back into the
spirit of things. Pierre is so much more alive on the return journey, and
seems to be enjoying it a lot more. The captain is showboating around even
more on the trip back, as he wants his passengers to have the best ride on
offer. It is his way of saying thanks for the respect they have shown to
Pierre.

All too soon the captain has to ease back on the throttles as we re-enter
the bay, and the imposed speed restrictions that it entails. We cruise back
to the dock all of us beaming from the excitement of the trip. It is the
best thing I have done in a while. It is so exhilarating. It is the sort of
thing that I think I can do over and over again, and still not get sick of
it. Callum and Pierre have the same expressions on their faces, but we are
all starting to feel a little disappointed as the boat docks. We now have
to get off as the trip is over. None of us want the trip to ever end, but
reality always seems to come back and bite us.

We wait for all the other passengers to disembark before we start to take
off our harnesses. Slowly we start to strip off the wet weather gear, and
then hand them back to a crew member. We weren't in any rush to get off the
boat, as we are still feeling a bit gutted that the ride has finished. The
captain comes up to see us, after having said farewell to all the other
passengers.

"Is that what you wanted?" The captain asks me smiling profusely. He is
really happy that I had asked him to do it, and his smile tells me how
appreciative he is

"That was more than I ever expected. Thank you so much for that. I really
enjoyed the trip too!" I say absolutely beaming in happiness. The ride had
been so much fun and it is plastered all over my face. The captain's smile
gets even bigger seeing how happy I am with everything he has done.

"Yes, thank you for that. I really needed to see where he was found. You
have helped me more than I can ever explain." Pierre says to the captain in
his sexy French accent. He gives the captain the biggest smile to show how
much he truly appreciates what he has done for him. It really has helped
lift the burden of his dad's death off his shoulders, and he really is
having fun again.

"It was nothing. I was just glad that your friend asked me to do it. I have
a lot of respect for other boaties, and it doesn't matter what they
sail. In the end we are all of the same breed so to have the chance to pay
my respects to one is an honour." The captain replies sincerely. He then
firmly shakes Pierre's hand while giving him a big smile.

"That was wickedly awesome, thank you so much!" Callum says excitedly. The
captain gives him a big smile too. He loves the enthusiasm of younger kids,
as it really is a highlight of his day. They always seem to have the
biggest smiles and the brightest looks on their faces, which really makes
the captain's heart melt knowing he is the one who has provided such
enjoyment in someone so young.

"You are all welcome. I want you to have this. It entitles you to a half
price trip the next time you come. I have also made sure that it doesn't
have an expiry date on it, so that if you can't get back anytime soon it
will still be valid forever. You lot have made my day, and it is just my
way of saying thanks." The captain says. He then hands us a docket each and
shakes our hands again.

"Thank you so much. We had a really great time, and look forward to coming
back." I say on behalf of all of us. Callum nods enthusiastically as he
agrees with what I said. Pierre's smile just seems to grow larger. The
captain then escorts us off the boat and out the back way so we can avoid
the crowds inside.

Mum is waiting for us on the park bench that Pierre and I had used
earlier. We all run up to her beaming from the riveting experience we have
just had. She gives us a pleased smile knowing that we all had a ball. She
is really glad, as she didn't want to have to pick up the pieces if we had
hated it, or if it had scared us. It doesn't happen often but the times
that it has, she has had to spend days trying to get Callum and me to
settle down again.

"We had better hurry up as the ferry to Russell is leaving shortly. I was
expecting you guys back 15 minutes ago. The trip must have taken longer
than it should have." Mum says as she stands up. We follow her back into
the crowded ferry terminal and get in line for the ferry to Russell. Pierre
is again holding my hand the whole time we are inside, and as a result I
feel completely safe. I also get really nice electric feelings coursing
through my body, as Pierre love for me radiates from his hand into mine.

We get on board the ferry, and mum pays for the tickets once we are on
board. We find a good place to sit which is right beside a window. It
really is a great way to travel across to Russell, as it is so relaxing and
peaceful, despite the amount of people on board. It takes about 20 minutes
to get across to Russell and we enjoy every minute of it. From the ferry,
Russell looks like a complete contrast to Paihia. It looks quieter and more
laid back. There is hardly a soul strolling around compared to the hustle
and bustle of Paihia. It looks perfect to me.

We disembark and spend the rest of the afternoon strolling around the
sights of Russell. The waterfront is full of old colonial buildings with
tree lined streets. It is quiet and laid back. It has a romantic air to it,
and I feel the vibe inside me. I would love to take Pierre's hand and walk
around just lovingly holding hands, but I realise mum definitely wouldn't
approve. It is still hard not to, and I really struggle to keep my love in
check. It would be even better to be able to kiss Pierre whilst sitting on
the grass bank at the waterfront, but again I am not allowed to do it.

Russell is actually a very important place in New Zealand history, although
it may not look like it now. It was New Zealand's first capital. In fact
the whole Bay of Islands is a big part of our countries history. Just north
of Paihia is a place called Waitangi, which is where an important treaty
was signed between the Europeans and the Maori, essentially forming New
Zealand as an English colony.

After wandering around enjoying the historical sights of Russell, mum
decides it is time for dinner. We find a little restaurant on the
waterfront and we go in. We sort of feel a bit out of place, as the
restaurant has a romantic feel about the place, and it really doesn't look
like it is designed with kids in mind. We are still warmly greeted by a
waitress who shows us to a table, and gives us a menu each. It is a
charming old building, which still has most of its original features. It
feels cosy and warm, but also feels like somewhere honeymooners would go,
not a mum with her kids. But yet we aren't made to feel out of place, as
the staff all treat us like valued customers.

Most of the food on the menu sounds rather fancy so I am a little bit put
off most of it, because I have no idea what it is. Callum and I decide on
the safe option and go with fish and chips. Pierre on the other hand is
more used to a huge range of gastronomic delights so he goes with the lamb
rack. Mum wants something that she hasn't had before so decides to try the
pork belly. We all also get juice to go with our meals.

"Josh, I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday. I hope you can
forgive me. I decided that since Pierre needed some clothes that I would
bring you all down here and make a day of it as an apology to
you. Unfortunately I wanted to show you all the treaty grounds at Waitangi,
but we have sort of run out of time due to Josh's unfortunate mishap this
morning. But I still hope you have had fun and leaned a lot." Mum says. Her
voice is genuine and sincere. I just hope that she will never hit me again,
otherwise I do accept her apology.

"Thank you mum, yes I have had a lot of fun. I have learned heaps too, it
has been a great day." I say smiling at her. She has made a peace offering,
so it would be rude not to take it. It really has been an awesome day too,
aside from the incident in the toilet. But some things can't be
helped. Callum and Pierre both say thanks to mum, and tell her how much fun
they have had too.

Our meals arrive and we definitely are not disappointed. The food looks
scrumptious. I never knew that you can get food that looks so good. It is
like art on a plate. It tastes as good as it looks too. If I had any real
culinary knowledge I would probably be able to describe the meal better,
other than just saying it is divine. It is without a doubt the best meal
that I have ever had. The day just got a whole lot better as a result.

Callum's expression shows that he too has died and gone to heaven as a
result of how good the food tastes. Pierre's is a lot harder to read, as I
think he is used to food tasting as good as this does. Mum's face is full
of pure bliss. She has been to fancy restaurants before, but that was a
long, long time ago now. She has almost forgotten how good food can
taste. It almost gives her inspiration to try to cook better, aside from
the fact that she simply hates cooking.

We all leave our plates completely empty, not a scrap of food can be seen
on them. We also finish our drinks. Then we just spend a while sitting
there relaxing. We are just taking in the ambience of the beautiful old
building. It has lots of old photos on the wall. They show what Russell was
like way back in the day, and are really interesting to look at. After a
while mum gets up and goes to the counter to pay, while the rest of us just
continue to sit there and relax. After mum has finished paying she comes
back and tells us that it is time we head home. So we unwillingly get up
and thank the wait staff for the awesome meals, and leave.

We wander along the waterfront back to the ferry terminal, and sit waiting
for the next ship. We are struggling to stay awake as we cross the bay back
to Paihia. It has been a long and busy day. Somehow we manage to keep our
eyes open for the entire trip but it is getting to the point where I'm
considering putting matchsticks under my eyelids in order to keep them
open.

We disembark at Paihia's ferry terminal. I take off to use the loo while we
are there, just to save on us having to stop on the way back. Yes I do make
sure to use the cubicles this time. It wouldn't have mattered as Pierre and
Callum follow me in and use two of the three urinals on offer, so I could
have safely used a urinal but didn't know that when I first entered. We
finish doing our business and wash our hands before finding mum again.

The terminal is a lot quieter at this time of day, so Pierre plays it safe
by not taking hold of my hand. We see the captain from the hole in the rock
boat, and wave to him. He waves back with a big smile on his face. I don't
know what it was about him, but for someone who doesn't trust men as far as
I can throw them, the captain is different. I feel completely at ease with
him, right from the moment I first saw him I knew that I could trust him
and he wouldn't hurt me. He just has that sort of aura about him.

We make it back to the car after what seems like a marathon walk, and the
three of us pretty much collapse into the car. Callum manages to close the
door, but that is it. He is fast asleep pretty much the instant the door
closes. I have sat back in the middle, so I have to buckle my little
brother in. It doesn't bother me as I love helping the little fellow out,
but I am so tired that I am not sure whether I can belt him in, and myself
as well. Somehow I manage to but I am not awake long after that. Again I
rest my head on Pierre's shoulder as I fall asleep. Pierre has already
fallen asleep, long before I have a chance to even buckle myself in.

"Wakey, wakey you lot. We're home so you lot need to go to bed." Mum says
in a soft but loud voice. She makes sure that she wakes us, but tries to do
so in a gentle way so as to not upset us. Well she is more trying to keep
Callum calm, as he is the one who reacts worst when woken up.

I wake all bleary eyed. I am still dead tired, as the day has taken a lot
more out of me than I realise. Pierre wakes too, but he seems to fear
better than I do, well at least he looks like he does. Callum on the other
hand doesn't even flinch at mum's wake up call. Pierre gets out of the car,
and I follow him. Once out of the car I motion to Pierre to give me a hand,
as I decide to be nice to my little bro and help him to bed. Callum doesn't
wake in the slightest. He still doesn't stir as Pierre and I pull him out
of the car and carry him inside.

We get him into our room and onto his bed. I decide just to strip him, as I
don't have the energy to put his pyjamas on him. I look over my sweet naked
little brother who is still sound asleep, and tuck him in and plant a kiss
on his forehead. Now with Callum comfortably asleep in bed, I strip off my
own clothes. I realise that I have left the door open due to having to
carry Callum in, so I stagger over and close it. My legs are starting to
not listen to my commands due to still being dead tired. I then hop into
bed next to my sexy naked boyfriend, and pull up the sheet before snuggling
up to him.

"Thank you for what you did on the boat today. It was the best thing that
you could have done for me." Pierre whispers in my ear. He then gives me
the most loving kiss. It feels amazing and temporarily I forget all about
how tired I am. I kiss him back enjoying the taste of my lovely French
boyfriend. We both thoroughly love the feelings we are getting from the
kiss, but our tiredness runs supreme in the end. We fall asleep with our
lips still locked together.

I wake pretty early the next morning to my second ever piss boner. I am so
glad to see that as it means that I am dry for the fourth night in a
row. Pierre is still asleep and one of my arms is wrapped around him. I
decide that taking a leak can wait. I wrap my other arm around Pierre and
hug him, whilst I wait for him to wake. I see Pierre's eyes flutter as he
enters the early stages of waking up. I just can't help it and I plant a
kiss on his lips to wake him up quicker.

It must have worked as I feel Pierre slip his tongue into my mouth and we
start to tongue wrestle. It is the best wakeup call in the world. It really
is amazing. Pierre rolls on top of me as his kissing gets heated. He is
getting worked up, and I am too. We are totally lost in the moment, kissing
wildly as if we haven't seen each other in ages. I can feel Pierre's
stiffie poking into me, which reminds me that I need to pee. Suddenly I get
scared that I might wet the bed so break off the kiss.

"Sorry but I really need to go pee." I say to Pierre. He gives me a
disappointed look but rolls off me. He takes a good look at my piss boner
as I hop off the bed. I take a glance at his as I start to head out of the
room. I crack open the door to check as to whether mum is up. She isn't so
I head off to the loo naked. Pierre realising his need to pee, follows. I
get to the toilet and almost shut the door right on Pierre's face as I
didn't know that he is coming too. Pierre manages to stop the door before
it smashes into his face. I give him a really sheepish look for almost
slamming the door shut on him, but he isn't worried.

He comes into the toilet and closes the door behind him. I stand in front
of the toilet and look down at my crotch seeing my boner pointing up
towards my face. I can't quite work out how I am supposed to pee into the
toilet with my dickie like this. Pierre comes to my side and pulls back his
foreskin exposing his reddish brown glans. Then he pushes his 2 ¼ inch
prick down towards the bowl and pushes out his butt. I hadn't thought of
doing that but it looks like it might hurt.

I give it a try and push my 2 inch boner towards the bowl. Unlike Pierre I
don't have to retract my foreskin as it does it itself when I get a
boner. So my cherry red glans are already exposed. It doesn't hurt to push
my prick down, it is a little uncomfortable but I can handle that. Now with
my prick pointing at the bowl I let rip. My pee goes all over the place as
I find it is a lot harder to control my prick when it's stiff, but manage
to get it aiming back into the toilet so don't make too much mess.

Pierre is a lot more controlled, because of having more experience peeing
in this state. We both slowly soften up as the pressure in our bladders
eases. We start to chase our thin yellow streams around the bowl as our
pricks become easier to handle. Our streams gradually weaken to the point
that our pee is only dribbling out making it impossible to chase the others
wee anymore. We shake off the remaining drops, and then I grab some toilet
paper to wipe up the mess I have made. Once I have cleaned up my pee I
throw the toilet paper into the toilet and flush it.

We then washed our hands and sneak back to our room. Thankfully mum still
isn't awake as I don't want to have to explain to her why we have just
taken a leak together. Callum is still asleep when we re-entered our
bedroom. I close the door behind me, and latch back onto Pierre and
passionately kiss him. We fall back onto the bed and continue where we left
off, when we had to go to the toilet. We really get into it and both of us
are quickly sporting boners again. I still have no clue as to why this
seems to keep happening. I don't think Pierre knows why either.

"Oh man, do you have to do that here?" Callum jokes causing us to jump with
fright. We break off the kissing and try to recompose ourselves. Callum
just laughs at us. He jumps out of bed and stops in shock. He is naked and
we can all see his 1 ¼ inch piss boner, as well as his pink glans which
are just protruding out the end of his foreskin.

"Why am I nakey? What happened to my PJ's?" Callum asks confused, and a
little embarrassed. He still isn't awake properly so he is mainly feeling
ashamed because he wasn't expecting to be naked. He is used to always
having pyjamas on when he gets up in the morning, so never has an issue
with anyone being able to see his stiffie.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't have the energy to dress you again when we got
home last night." I reply to Callum. He looks right at me and just
smiles. He is glad that we hadn't woken him up to get him inside. He also
notices that Pierre and I are also sporting boners, which makes him feel
more at ease with his current situation. Callum is now feeling more
comfortable so goes up to the door and cracks it open like I had. Mum is
still in bed so he goes off to the toilet.

"Callum, why the hell are you running around naked and with an erection?"
Mum yells at my little brother. I feel sorry for him as I know how
embarrassed he gets with his body, and this is going to make him feel
worse.

"I needed to go to the toilet. Josh didn't have the energy last night to
fully change me, and I really need to go so didn't have time to put
anything on." Callum says back. I can hear his voice is wavering from
emotions, so I know that by the time he gets back here he will be bawling
his eyes out.

"Mum, please don't embarrass him anymore. It wasn't his fault." I yell out
to mum trying to save my little brother. I hear mum sigh, but she goes back
to her room and doesn't say anything more to Callum. The poor boy, the
first time he goes to the toilet naked he gets caught. I feel really sorry
for him, especially since Pierre and I have already gotten away with doing
the same thing.

As expected Callum returns to our room in tears and his face is red in
embarrassment. I get off my bed and walk over to him, closing the door
first as I don't want mum to look in now that she is awake. Then I embrace
Callum in a hug trying to get him to calm down again.

"It's alright Callum." I say. Callum is still sobbing away.

"But mum saw me nakey, and with a stiffie. She wasn't too happy bout it
either." Callum sobs, flushing red in embarrassment again.

"Did she make fun of you? No she didn't. All she said is that you shouldn't
be running around the house like that. There is nothing to be embarrassed
about." I say to Callum. He still isn't calming down like I hoped he would.

"But... But she saw how small I am." Callum blubbers. He hasn't listened to
me at all it seems. Well it is probably more that he is too emotional to
really comprehend what I have said. I hug him tighter.

"Callum don't you remember what Pierre told you the other day? You have
nothing to be embarrassed about. Don't forget that mum has seen us naked
lots of time, and you are probably bigger now than the last time she saw
it. And anyway your balls aren't hiding away so you don't look that bad." I
say to him and tickle his balls a little bit to stress what I am saying. He
finally giggles a little from my stimulation. I am a little scared at how
he is going to react, when his balls disappear on me as I tickle them. He
doesn't seem to notice, or care. I'm not sure which it is. He hugs me back
to thank me. He is slowly returning back to normal again, so I am happy.

I also blush a little after saying it, realising how stupid I was the other
day when I was desperate to get changed before mum came into the room. I
suppose I should listen to my own advice at times, but in the heat of the
moment it is amazing how irrational the mind can be.

"Anyway, stop feeling sorry for yourself, and get changed before mum
catches us. We don't want that now do we? And I think that we should go
fishing today. So hurry up!" I say to my brother, but I also look in
Pierre's direction to make sure he knows that I am talking to him
too. Saying that, snaps Callum out of his sulk, as he just looks at me and
smiles from ear to ear. I can see his mood quickly change from being upset
to excited. I know that pretty soon he will be bouncing around, like a ping
pong ball.

Callum races over to his drawers to get changed. His side of the room ends
up in more of a mess, as he pulls all his clothes out of his drawers until
he finds what he is looking for. Pierre gets off the bed and looks around
the room. He then gives me a look that tells me that he doesn't have the
clothes which mum has bought for him. I know that I will have to find them
for him, as mum will go ballistic if Pierre also walks naked around the
house. Especially after mum has just told Callum off, and Pierre's boner
hasn't died yet either. So it really won't be a good look.

I go to my drawers to get some clothes, as I have to get changed myself
before I can try to find Pierre's clothes. Since I have decided that we
will go fishing I want something lightweight. I chose to wear some black
league shorts, and a plain white singlet. Even though I know the shorts I
am putting on won't hide anything when I sit down, I still don't bother
with undies. Where I am planning to fish it is usually only Callum and I
who fish there. Most of the other fishermen in town use small boats so I
know we most likely won't have any company. I'm not really too concerned if
some else is there anyway.

Callum and I must have been on the same wavelength because he chooses to
wear exactly the same outfit as I have. What surprises me most is that he
doesn't bother with underwear either. Wonders will never cease. Now that I
am changed, I leave the room in search of Pierre's clothes. I don't have to
go far, as mum has left them right outside the door. It shows how
unobservant we all are, as we all had missed them when we went to the
loo. I grab the bag and pull it into our room, chucking it on my bed for
Pierre to sort through.

Pierre also puts on some league shorts but his are blue. Mum hasn't bought
him a singlet so he has to wear a shirt. He finds a lightweight cotton
soccer style shirt, which has a light blue and white checked design. Then
we all locate our jandals and slip our feet into them. We are ready to
go. I open up the bedroom door and we all piled out and head down the hall
to the front door.

"Mum we're going fishing, so hopefully we will bring home some dinner for
me to cook." I holler as we leave the house. I know that it is my turn to
cook so I am putting all my money on us catching some fish. If we don't
then I have no clue as to what I am going to cook for tea.

"OK, have fun. But make sure you behave yourselves." Mum yells back. She
seems to emphasis the `behave yourselves' part. I don't think that she
trusts us somehow.

Our first port of call is the garage, as that is where all our fishing gear
is. We do have a boat but it's only really big enough for two people of our
size, as it is only a one person dinghy. There isn't going to be any point
in taking that out, as there are three of us. I used to take Callum out in
it quite often and the two of us are reasonably comfortable, but there
isn't much room left in the boat so having Pierre with us, writes that
option off.

I go straight to the back wall of the garage where our fishing rods are all
nicely stored in racks. I take Callum's out and hand it to him, and then
take my own one. I let Pierre choose what rod he wants as I am not too sure
what he likes. I have automatically presumed that he knows how to fish,
given that he has just spent the good part of a year and a half out to sea.

Pierre cast an expert eye over the rods and chooses the one that he thinks
looks best. Then I go over to the deep freeze and pull out some bait and a
bag of ice, as Callum gets a couple of buckets and the tackle box. Pierre
kindly takes the tackle box from my brother, as he feels Callum will have
too much of a handful carrying that, as well as the buckets. I take one of
the buckets from Callum and empty the bag of ice into it. I put the bait
into the bucket that Callum is still carrying, and pick up the other one
and carry it myself. I grab my rod and we are ready to go.

We go back outside and around the house to climb the sand dunes onto the
beach. We are going to fish off the northern headland as it relatively easy
to access yet still secluded. The whole beach is only about two kilometres
long, and the house we are living is roughly in the centre of the beach. If
you want to be picky I would say that we are slightly closer to the
northern end of the beach.

We walk along the beach heading for the rocks at the north end. We are all
quickly sweating like pigs, as it is really hot and humid. But the sky is
clear, only the early signs of the afternoon cloud over are visible,
otherwise you can almost say that there isn't a cloud in the sky. In other
words it's just a glorious summer's morning, and perfect for fishing.

We make it to the end of the beach, and know that the easy part is over. We
now have to clamour over rocks until we get to the end of the headland. It
is going to be tough going, but Callum and I are used to it, as we have
done this a lot. Pierre doesn't know what he has got himself into, as he
has never done any fishing off rocks before.

Callum and I take off our jandals at this point. It is the reason that we
have chosen them for footwear, as they are easy to put on and take
off. Pierre opts to keep his on at this stage. The only good thing is that
the rocks are smooth. They aren't barnacle covered like a lot of rocks at
the beach seem to be. That means that it is safe to walk over them, bare
foot without the risk of cutting our feet up. After getting his jandals
caught between rocks once too often, Pierre finally decides to copy us and
takes his off.

After about a 15 minute slog along the rocks we make it to the rock shelf
at the end of the headland. The shelf bends around the corner of the
headland and forms the next bay over, before it abruptly ends at a sheer
cliff face, which marks the northern headland of the next bay over. We walk
along the smooth rock shelf till we are about halfway along the bay, then
we stop and set up.

Mum always makes us take off the hooks from our fishing lines before we put
them away, for safety reasons. So every time we go out for a fish we have
to re-hook up our fishing lines. Pierre shows that he is no amateur at
fishing, as he keeps up with Callum and me at putting the hooks on our
lines. It isn't as easy as fishing programs make it out to be, but we get
it done quickly and correctly.

Once we have the hooks on our lines, we bait up. Thanks to the heat of the
day the bait has pretty much thawed by the time we have got out here,
making it easily manageable when putting it on our hooks. After
successfully baiting up, we cast off. Fishing is a really peaceful and
relaxing activity to do, and a good way to waste a day away. But I am
starting to think that this will be an action packed fish, as we all have
strikes moments after we have cast our lines. The fish seem to be biting
today.

Pierre gets his up first, and I am not far behind. We both have decent
sized Snapper. It's the biggest fish that I have ever caught fishing
here. Most people never bother to fish here as normally you only get small
to medium sized fish. There is much better fishing around the island
offshore from the beach which is another reason hardly anyone fishes here.

Callum has a fighter on his hands. Both Pierre and I have re-baited our
fishing lines and cast off again, while Callum continues to fight with his
fish. After having fought the fish for ages Callum finally lands it. It is
a huge Kahawai, which isn't much use to us as they are better smoked. We
don't have a smoker, so Callum throws it back because we really have no use
for it. It really is a huge fish and we are all gutted to see it get thrown
it back, but we never take anything that we aren't going to eat, so it had
to go back. Callum isn't too concerned, as he has really loves the fight he
had with it, and can't wait to give it another go.

The fishing today is really successful, and we chuck more fish back than we
keep. We only keep the medium sized fish, as we know the large ones tend to
be breeders. So we want to do our part to ensure the future of our
fisheries. Callum seems to have the knack of catching fish that want to
fight with him, and as a result he tires out pretty quickly. Once he'd had
enough for the moment he goes further down the rock shelf, and jumps into
the water. Pierre and I see him do that, and decide that it looks like a
really good idea, as we are both swimming in sweat because it is so hot and
sticky. So a nice dip in the cool ocean is just what the doctor ordered.

We wind in our lines and follow Callum. I take off my singlet, and Pierre
discards all of his clothes. He jumps in and just leaves me standing
there. I have been too busy staring at his sexy naked body, but am also
trying to decide as to whether I am brave enough to skinny dip too. I feel
that we are secluded enough, so I drop my shorts and jump in. The water
feels so nice, as it envelopes my naked frame. It just seems to be the most
natural feeling in the world. Well I guess it should in a lot of ways as we
are all born naked, and clothes are a manmade thing so there's nothing
natural about clothes.

Callum has seen both Pierre and I shed all our clothes, so feels a little
bit silly being the only one in the water with clothes on. He also has his
singlet on, as he didn't think about it when he jumped in. He decides to
join us, and strips off his clothes whilst he is still in the water. It is
a bit of a struggle but he gets there in the end, and throws his soaking
wet clothes up onto the rock shelf where ours already are.

We play around in the sea for ages. We are splashing each other, playing
tag, or just generally horse playing around. It is so much fun, and we are
all glowing from it. Callum gradually tires, and climbs back up onto the
rock shelf. He surprises me for the second time today, by not getting
changed. He doesn't seem to be concerned about his balls having disappeared
on him, as he just lies on the rock and sunbathes. The only thing that he
does with his clothes is roll them up to create a makeshift pillow.

Pierre and I continued to play around in the water, but without Callum our
play became a little more risqué. We play tag but unlike before it isn't
a matter of just touching the other person to make them it, we groped the
other in order to make them it. It doesn't take long for us to both bone
up, and we end up just groping each other for the hell of it. It feels so
cool having Pierre's hard dick in my hand, and the feelings from Pierre
holding my dick are indescribable. It doesn't take long before we both
tired of the game. We get out and join Callum sunbathing on the rock.

Like Callum we too don't bother to dress, despite the fact that we are both
sporting boners which sort of implies that we should. It doesn't occur to
us that we should cover up. I mean they just happen don't they? I don't
really know why they happened, but I know that boys' get them for some
reason. I also figured that we are secluded enough, and no one will come
out here, so we should be safe. I really don't see mum making the effort to
come all the way out here either. I don't even think she knows where we go
fishing.

Callum is asleep by the time we have got out of the water, which enables
Pierre and I to cuddle up together. But we just can't get close enough. I
think that I can solve that problem by lying on top of Pierre, and kiss
him. It is a lot better, and those amazing feelings come rushing
back. Pierre kisses back, and slips his tongue into my mouth. The feelings
just get even better. We tongue wrestle for a while, until Pierre rolls me
over so that I am on the bottom. We manage to hold the kiss as he does
this. He had got a bit uncomfortable lying on the rocks, so figures that it
is my turn.

Our dicks are stiff as planks and wedged between our sweaty
bodies. Instinctively we start grinding our pricks together, sending the
most unbelievable feelings surging through our bodies. The feelings get
stronger and stronger, and we are struggling to breathe as a result. We are
both a bit confused and really getting scared by this so we try to stop it.

We manage to stop our grinding for a short period of time. But as soon as
we take our minds off it, our instincts take over again. This time the
feelings come back stronger. Pierre and I panic and break apart from our
kiss. Pierre quickly rolls off me, and we both inspect our dicks. Nothing
seems to look wrong with them, but we are too scared to continue on so we
both decide to cool off in the ocean again.

We also decide that Callum has slept long enough, so we both splash him
with water. He wakes from the shock. He looks around not quite
understanding what has happened. When he sees us in the water with guilty
looking smirks on our faces, he gives us the most evil look. We crack up
laughing, and splash him again.

Callum decides to pay us back, and quickly gets to his feet and leaps off
the rock shelf. He does the biggest bomb that he possibly can. He has aimed
to land right in between us and he hit the target he has in his mind, with
pin point precision. The resulting splash completely drenches Pierre and
I. Thankfully we are already in the water so it doesn't matter much, except
that he manages to get water in our eyes which stings.

We play around in the sea again, just enjoying life and being around each
other. I am with the only two people that I really care about, and there is
no one else around. Life can't get much better. Callum really is a little
bundle of fun, and I really don't know what I would do without Pierre in my
life. He is so much fun too, but most importantly I love him more than
anyone else. My brother included, it is a different sort of love with him
anyway. Once we have tired out again, we get out of the water and actually
put our pants on this time.

We wander back to our fishing gear, and decide to cast one more line before
we head back. We have already kept four good sized Snapper, but we are keen
to see whether the fish are still biting. They are and shortly after cast
our lines we all pull up another decent Snapper each. I decide that we
should keep these ones too, as we can always chuck them in the freezer for
another day. I bleed the recently caught fish and put them into the empty
bucket, and half fill it with sea water to try to keep them as fresh as
possible. Now we have the hardest part for the day. We have to carry the
fishing gear, as well as the fish, all the way back home.

Pierre and I take a bucket each. Pierre quickly takes the heavier one,
which leaves me with the one that I have just filled. Callum takes the
tackle box, after having unhooked the fishing lines first. If getting out
here wasn't hard enough, it is three times as hard getting back carrying a
bucket full of fish and water. We stumble on rocks numerous times. I end up
with a painful graze right down my left shin. Pierre falls on a different
rock and skins his left elbow on it. His injury starts to bleed which isn't
too good, as we can't do anything to clean it up until we get home.

Callum on the other hand takes it all in his stride, even when he has to
take Pierre's rod as well, he doesn't seem to have too much trouble. Pierre
and I end up taking things a lot more cautiously as a result of our
injuries. It means that the trip back takes that much longer, but we also
don't fall again during the remained of the trip. Callum goes on ahead, and
is sitting on the sand waiting for us, when we finally make it back to the
beach.

"What took you so long? You two getting old or something, because you're
both hobbling around like a couple of old timers." Callum says jokingly to
us, as we make it too where he is.

"You cheeky little shit, just wait till we get home." I reply back in a
mock threatening voice. Callum just laughs and runs off towards home,
leaving us trailing behind. I can't believe that he still has that much
energy left in him.

Pierre and I trudge on. It is a lot easier going now that we are back on
the golden sand beach, but our injuries are really starting to sting. I
decide just to be safe that I will wash my graze out with salt water, so I
wander down to the water line, and wade the rest of the way home in the
sea. It hurts like hell when I first enter the salt water, but I slowly
become accustomed to the pain. Pierre wades in the water with me, but the
first thing he does is wash the blood from the cut on his elbow. I can tell
by the expression on his face that it hurts a lot as he dunks his elbow
into the water.

The trip back along the beach is so peaceful and relaxing. It also takes
forever due to walking in the water. Our shoulders are really starting to
ache from the weight of the buckets full with fish. We trudge on though,
undeterred by the pain. It has been such a great day that we are not going
to let a little thing like that put a dampener on it. We are both glowing
in happiness, and a little red from sunburn. Oh well shit happens. It is
sort of disappointing to get back to the house, but all good things have to
come to an end sometime. We drop the buckets in the garage, and go inside
to tend to our wounds. Well more to the point, get mum to fix us up for us.

"Mum Pierre and I got a bit banged up, could you fix up our cuts for us,
please." I say as we get back inside. Mum comes out to check us over. We
show her our injuries, but she doesn't look too concerned about them. I am
glad about that, as I am never very good at judging a bad cut, from a minor
one.

"Ok, they don't look too bad. The most important thing is to make sure they
get cleaned out properly. So did you have a good time?" Mum says, and then
goes to the bathroom to get her first aid kit. I hear a little squeal when
she enters, so I knew that she must have made Callum take a shower.

"Yeah we had an awesome time!" I say excitedly to mum. The last couple of
days have probably been the most civilised between mum and me for a long
time. I don't know why but she hasn't irritated me lately. I'm not sure as
to whether she has tried to avoid any more conflicting situations with me,
or whether I have calmed down a bit. In any case it has almost been two
days without an argument, and that is a record.

"I'm so glad to hear that. I can tell by the way your brother was buzzing
when he got back, that you must have had a wonderful day." Mum says as she
comes back with the first aid kit. She has a warm smile on her face, as she
is really happy seeing me so full of life. It has been a long time since
she had seen me this happy, and for this long. She wants to keep it that
way if possible.

We have to remain standing the whole time that mum is attending to our
wounds, as she doesn't want us leaving our fishy smell anywhere. Mum does a
thorough job tending to our wounds, which means that we have to endure a
bit more pain as she wipes our cuts clean with disinfectant. Pierre has
really done a good job on his elbow, and all mum can really do was put some
gauze on it and bandage it up. It is a bit of a pain for him, as it limits
the mobility of his arm. All mum does for my graze is give it a good
clean. It is a long graze and looks pretty bad, but mum doesn't see the
point in bandaging it up.

"Ok you're all fixed. Now I think that you need to get the fish you caught
filleted, before you forget about it." Mum says to us, making sure to
remind us that we still have some work to do.

"Thank you. Yeah we will go do that now." I reply back, and head back out
the door.

"Thank you for fixing my cut." Pierre says to mum in a sincere voice. He
then follows me out the door to give me a hand.

This is the worst part about fishing. Having to gut, descale and the fillet
the fish you have just caught. It sucks, but then again at the end of it
you get to enjoy some beautiful tasting fresh fish. And the even better
part is knowing that you caught it. I put my singlet back on to do this, as
it can get really messy. I don't want to be dripping blood when I go back
inside. I find Pierre an old shirt that I have lying around in the
garage. It is the one that I usually use for this job.

Having Pierre give me a hand doing this makes things a whole lot
easier. Even with his limited mobility in his left arm due to the bandaging
on his elbow, he is a huge help. We quickly have all the fish gutted, and
descaled in record time. Those jobs don't require a huge element of
accuracy so Pierre has no problems. Filleting the fish is a totally
different story, as the lack of movement in his elbow makes it hard for him
to accurately fillet the fish. He still does a good job, but it isn't the
expert job that I know he can do. The skill he has shown with everything
else to do with fishing, sort of implies that he would normally be an
expert fish filleter.

Once we have all the fish filleted, I bag up three of them and put them in
the deep freeze to enjoy later. Then I take off my singlet and go inside to
get a plate. I come back out and put the rest of the fish on the
plate. Pierre has also stripped off his top by the time I get back, and
follows me back inside. I put the plate in the fridge to keep the fish
fresh.

"Right before you two do anything else you both need to take a shower. It
would be better if you showered together, as I don't want you sitting on
anything with how smelly you are." Mum says. She can't believe that she has
just given us permission to shower together, but it is for the best. She
really doesn't have any other option, as if we don't one of us would have
to sit around, and get the fishy smell on anything we sit on. She can't
handle that, more than us showering together. She absolutely hates that
fishy smell. It is the worst smell in the world, in her opinion.


"Oh Pierre just throw that dirty bandage in the rubbish before you
shower. I will put on a clean one once you are clean." Mum calls out as we
were head down the hall. I grab a couple of towels from the linen closet on
the way through to the bathroom. While Pierre goes straight into the
bathroom and takes his bandage off, like mum had told him to.


I get to the bathroom as Pierre is discarding the dirty bandage in the
rubbish. I start the shower going and adjust the temperature until I am
happy with it. My next step is to remove my shorts but as I turn around I
am greeted with my favourite sight in the whole world. Pierre is already
naked. I just stand there and staring at his sexy nakedness. It is a sight
that I know that I will never get tired of seeing. He is totally gorgeous.

"Hey, don't I get to see you too?" Pierre says in his sexy French
accent. It has the effect of snapping me back into reality. I quickly shuck
my pants exposing my glorious naked body to him. It is now his turn to
stare. I want more than just looking at him. I wanted to touch his silky
smooth body. The best way for me to do that is to clean him whist we are in
the shower.

I get into the shower feeling awesome as the warm water flows all over my
naked body. I grab the soap and wait for Pierre to get under the torrent of
water. Pierre has been so caught up staring at me that it takes him a
couple of moments to realise that I have got into the shower. He follows me
in, and snuggles up close to me so that both our bodies are under the
stream of water cascading from the shower head.

Once Pierre's body is slick from the water I go to work. I start by soaping
up his arms, being careful not to knock the cut on his elbow. I give his
underarms a good scrubbing before moving on to his chest. I take my time
lathering up his chest, just enjoying roaming my hands over every inch of
his slim muscular frame. My skinny fingers probe inside Pierre's innie
bellybutton, ensuring that it is thoroughly cleaned. I hear Pierre gasp at
the feelings my finger causes as I clean his bellybutton.

Then I move down to his legs. They are silky smooth like the rest of
him. Not even the slightest trace of hair can be found on his sexy legs. He
has quite well developed calves I find as I lather them up. His feet are
nice too, with cute little toes poking out from them. I move up his legs
and get to his thighs and thoroughly cleaned them. I am in heaven as my
hands wander over every square inch of my boyfriend. His body really feels
so good under the manipulation my hands are giving him. Pierre has totally
relaxed now as a result of the gentle sensual massage I am giving him.

Now I get to the part I am most looking forward to. I take his prick in my
slippery soapy hands and gently clean up his small shaft. I toy around with
his long foreskin for a while. It really does intrigue me. I love the way
it feels in my fingers as I play with it. His dick is becoming hard from
the manipulation my fingers are giving it. Once he has hardened to his full
2 ¼ inches I pull back his foreskin and expose his bulbous reddish brown
glans. He gasps sharply as my fingers massage the soap onto the head of his
dick, making me let go in a panic as I think that I have hurt him.

He smiles at me and strokes my head to let me know that I haven't hurt
him. I continue on with what I am doing. I take hold of his hard dick in my
fingers again, and give his little lollipop a thorough clean. Once I am
satisfied that it is clean enough I move onto his olive sized balls. Gently
I roll them around in my fingers just playing with them for a bit. I then
decide that I had better finish up cleaning him before mum comes in and
tells us off for taking so long. I clean his ball sack ensuring that I am
really gentle as I do it. I really don't want to hurt him.

Pierre then rinses off his front half, while I go to work on his back. I
clean his back like it is a precious car that I don't want to scratch. I am
really gentle but thorough. Then I move down to his nice round butt. I
clean his bum felling how tight his muscles are. I then spread them apart
and give his crack a really good clean. I make sure to pay particular
attention around his poo hole, as that's the area that is usually the
dirtiest. Once I have finished I hand the soap to Pierre as he rinses off
his back, and butt.

Pierre goes to work on me. He is so gentle and loving, and the feelings I
get as he washes me are oh so special. I am totally relaxed as he gently
massages my body with soap the same way that I had done to him earlier. I
can honestly say that I have never felt this relaxed before in my life. I
melt in his hands like butter. The more he washes me the more relaxed I
become. I start to wonder as to whether I had the same effect on him. If I
did then I don't know how he stayed standing for so long, because my legs
feel like jelly, they are that relaxed. I don't know how much longer I will
be able to support my weight.

I nearly faint when he touches my little dick. A jolt of electricity seems
to run up the length of my shaft and all through my body. I feel that weird
tingly feeling again, and realise that I am getting a stiffie. The reaction
sort of confuses me, but now I understand why Pierre and my little brother
always seem to get boners when I wash their dicks. I can see my cherry red
glans protruding out the end of my foreskin. It looks really shiny with the
way the water is washing over it.

I gasp sharply as I feel Pierre's fingers massaging my sensitive glans. The
feelings are overpowering and scaring me. I am really starting to think
that something is wrong with my dick as I never thought that such amazing
feelings should come from something that you piss out of. Thankfully Pierre
finishes cleaning my dick. As much as I am enjoying the feelings he gives
me as he cleans my dick, they were also really starting to scare the shit
out of me. Pierre manipulates my little marble sized balls in his finger,
which sends more strange feelings coursing through my veins. Yet again I am
sort of glad when he finishes, and starts to clean my back and butt.

***

I slowly wake feeling really drowsy and washed out. I sluggishly become
aware that the car seems to be doing a lot of accelerating and
breaking. Every now and then we also seem to turn a corner. I come back to
reality and look out of the car window. We seem to be driving through an
urban sprawl. There are lots of old weatherboard state houses in various
states of decay, or repair. The whole area we are going through looks
uninviting. It is the sort of place that you wouldn't feel safe if you were
going out at night. We have to be in South Auckland, as there is nowhere
else that I know of that is like this.

We seem to drive through the sprawl of houses for ages. Nothing much
changes scenery wise during the journey. Occasionally we will pass a small
line of shops. They look as uninviting as the rest of the area. The shops
which are closed all have corrugated iron shutters over the doors and
windows, to try to prevent burglars from breaking in. The whole place
really doesn't have a safe feel about it. I am really starting to wonder
why mum has gone this way. Surely this isn't where we are going, well at
least I hope like hell that it isn't. Mum still hasn't told us where we are
going. She hasn't told us anything. Mum indicates to make a left turn, and
then she slows down. We turn the corner and the answer to my question is
about halfway down the block.

"Shit! No mum, no. Please mum, don't do it. I'm begging you please don't!"
I yell. Then I burst out crying. My life is about to get a whole lot worse.

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