Date: Tue, 9 Feb 1999 22:35:29 -0000
From: jimmykirk_uk@hotmail.com
Subject: Not Out Part 3

				  Not Out
				    by
				 jimmykirk

Part Three

This was our big day in the competition, if we won our third game we would
automatically procede to the semi-final stage without having to play an
extra play-off game. This is where Smithy came into his own, he had played
first-class cricket for twenty years, been a county captain for almost a
decade, played for England and well, done almost everything possible in his
career. Yet, when he spoke to the boys he made them think that this game
was the most important thing ever for him. From that point I have never
doubted the value of the `team-talk'. A win was the only possible outcome,
but not one arrived at out of a sense of complacency or arrogance. That was
the magic formula, and one I have never quite found.

The boys took to the field in brilliant sunshine, knowing that they had set
the opposition a competitive score. Things progressed slowly but
comfortably, and by the first drinks interval the game was evenly
poised. The practice in such games was for the coach to take out drinks so
that any tactical advice could be passed on without the need for shouting
from the boundary.Gaz, the captain, took the first drink.

"Time to give Tom another go," I suggested. A new batsman had just started
his innings and the advantage of pace against him suggested this course of
action. Gaz called Tom over, he was red from the sun and sticky still from
his earlier (unsuccessful) exertions.

"Coach says to try the Big Tom," Gaz told him.

"You up for it Tom?" I asked.

"Swim if we win Jimmy?" replied Tom with one of his wicked smiles.

"You bet Tom, win this for us and you can swim the rest of the week," I put
my arm around his shoulders to gee him up. Tom looked sideways and caught
my eye.

"I'll do this one for you," he said quietly. A little squeeze and a pat on
the behind and he was off.

Cricket can be a cruel game, as the opposition were soon to find out. At
drinks their coach would have said `take it easy, lots of time left, be
sensible and the game is yours'. They hadn't reckoned on Tom bowling like a
man possessed and the next ten minutes changed the game irretrievably. In
two overs Tom ripped the heart out of the middle order claiming four
wickets. The game meandered on from that point but result was never in
doubt. Fittingly Tom returned again to bowl and claimed the last two
wickets in two balls to end up with six for the innings. This was a
match-winning an individual performance as you would ever be likely to see
and he deserved the accolades of his team-mates, Smithy and myself.

The post-match team-talk was a happy affair, especially when Smithy
announced that the next day would be a free day, and that I had volunteered
to take those boys that wanted to, to the local seaside resort! Although
the thought of more time in the mini- bus didn't enthral me, I realised
that the boys needed a break away from cricket for a day, and I smiled my
acceptance. As the meeting closed, I addressed the boys.

"Of course, before the day out, tonight will be a swim-night again!"  This
was greeted with a chorus of cheers all round. It was a very hot day, and
some of the other teams had already reserved the pool, so we were left with
the very last hour at 9pm. I left the boys pretty much to their own devices
in the evening, except for escorting them to dinner and back. Some played
outside, others watched TV, whilst Smithy and I went through the team
options for the semi-final and final.

We arrived en masse at the pool just as the last team were leaving. The
boys scurried into the changing room and I found myself at the far end with
Nick and Tom again.  They were undressed in a flash, almost before I had
unpacked my bag. I looked up and saw that Tom was sporting a very red,
sunburnt neck, with a characteristic cricketer's red V on his chest too.

"Ouch!" I said pointing to the redness, "that will sting later. Come get
some cream off me later, OK?" Tom nodded, I looked at Nick, "don't let him
forget."

"I won't," replied Nick. "Hey," he continued, "have you noticed our
speedoes?" I almost hadn't. I was used to Tom wearing his, but now Nick had
an identical pair on.  "They are school swim-team ones," he said proudly,
puffing out his chest and striking a body-biulding pose which showed off
his excellent muscle tone. Not to be outdone, Tom did the same. The only
difference really was that Tom had reasonable biceps, and slightly larger
thigh muscles.

"Very nice," I said, "very nice......" Luckily, Nick broke the spell by
slapping Tom loudly on the stomache, and the two boys disappeared towards
the pool, laughing and shouting the whole way. By the time I arrived
poolside, they were still chasing each other and I took advantage of this
to take a few quiet laps, and then, likesharks sensing a kill, they closed
on me. I tried to avert their gaze, but their circling of me got closer and
closer, until they finally disappeared.

They broke to the surface either side of me, and I sank under their
weight. I had been expecting something like this, so I had had chance to
increase my breathing, allowing me to hold my breath for a long time. As I
sank, I let my body go limp, and I glided to the floor of the pool. I was
just on the verge of surfacing, my oxygen expended, when Tom and Nick
appeared next to me on the bottom, they took an arm each and pulled me to
the top. I remained limp as they dragged me over to the steps where they
laid me down. Nick shook me furiously, and Tom held my head.

"See if he is breathing!" Shouted Nick, and just as I felt Tom's face near
mine, I opened my eyes, took aim, and squirted a mouthful of pool water
right between his eyes, saving the last few jets for Nick. Pretty worried
expressions soon changed to shock and then to happiness and then
to......revenge. Taking advantage of the element of surprise, I leapt away
and speeded down the pool, my two sharks in hot pursuit.  The next twenty
minutes were as good a period of exercise as I had had for a long time, and
I eventually had to call a truce, which my tormentors respected - due to
their own exhaustion I am sure.

I rested at the deepend, with my arms spread across the rail to offer me
support.  Unnoticed, Nick surfaced right in front of me, and he just trod
water.

"I was scared," he gulped, "thought we hurt you." I felt like I was being
told off.

"I know, I'm sorry Nick," he smiled at me and slowly his head submerged,
only to reappear seconds later. And then he emptied the mouthful of water
he had gathered right in my face.

 "I suppose I deserved that," I said once he had finished.

"And this," Nick submerged again, but this time I felt him slide his hand
down my chest and stomache, slip it inside my speedoes and give my balls a
very hard squeeze.  I yelped silently, and slipped off the rail into the
water alongside him, trying to grab him as I did. I mostly missed, but with
Nick refusing to let go he was never too far away, and I finally found his
little-boy crotch. He was hard to my touch, as I had now become myself,
Nick helping my hard-on to poke out of the top of my speedoes as he drew
his hand away. At that moment Tom surfaced between us, and my exposed cock
rubbed against the length of his rising chest and stomache. He gave me a
toothless grin and then sqirted me in the face with his own jet of
water. He wrapped his arms around my neck, and then his legs around my
waist, forcing my hardon to press firmly against his own groin. I trod
water frantically to stay afloat.

"Save me! Save me!" he called to Nick. "I'm going under!" We sunk and then
bobbed back up, at which point Nick arrived.

"I'll save you!" he screamed, as he leapt out of the water to also land on
my shoulders. Needless to say we all sunk and eventually broke up as we
fought to get afloat. As I came up Tom and Nick were already waiting and I
received a double squirt from them. They were laughing so hard that they
barely managed to force the water out, and I too began to laugh, so that I
couldn't retaliate.

"OK, now we are quits," I protested, "I need a rest, or I will need
saving!" I swam back to my perch on the side, and thankfully I was left
alone for a while, during which I was able to put my dick back inside my
speedoes. As my hand came up to the rail Tom appeared. He turned to do the
same as me, and his left arm held onto mine, with his hand resting on my
neck. Our faces were only eighteen inches apart.

"You bowled well today Tom, the best I've seen you." Even under the sunburn
I detected a blush.

"Thanks Jimmy, I didn't want to let you down."

"As long as you try your best and enjoy yourself, you could never do that."
Tom let his body float to the surface, gently kicking his legs. The ripples
of his developing six- pack broke the surface intermittently, as did the
bulge in his speedoes, little waves lapped across his body forming
tantalising islands. "Just try and take it easy for this last ten minutes
or so."

"Sure thing coach!" And he continued his gentle paddling, the bulge in his
speedoes began to take on a more definate form. It became so clear in the
wet material that I could make out the beginnings of his cock head and see
the ridge that ran the length of his hardon. He wanted me to see, and
whereas two days ago I would have swam away, I stayed where I was, enjoying
the sight. I let my body begin to do the same, not as blatantly as Tom, but
the outline of sideways pointing cock would soon have become apparent to
Tom, who was keanly watching me rise and fall.

"Where's Nick?" Almost as soon as I had asked, I heard the slapping of feet
behind me, and Nick slipped from the side into the narrow gap between
us. He laid one arm across my waist and one across Tom's to support
himself.

"I'm knackered," he stated. I raised an eyebrow at his choice of
language. "Well, I'm very tired too," he continued.

"Yeah, time to get out I think," stiffling a laugh.

"Me too," said Tom.

"Race you to the end!" shouted Nick, and off we set automatically, the word
`race' soliciting an almost Pavlovian response from any male. I cruised
behind Nick and Tom, with Tom eventually winning (actually I think in a
race proper Tom might have pipped me over a sprint) and the three of us
stepped out. With boundless energy they raced ahead to the locker room. As
I pushed it open, Nick flashed past me.

"I gotta race Gaz!" he shouted without stopping.

"What's all that about?" I asked Tom. He stood up from his bag, with his
towel in his hand.

"Oh some bet Nick has with Gaz, a race over ten lengths I think," Tom
explained. He plopped himself down on the same bench as me. "Too tired to
even watch," he finished.

"I bet," I took my towel and sat next to him, "it's been a big day for
you."

"Have you got any of that cream in your bag?"

"Lemme have a look, dry yourself first." As I looked in my bag, Tom patted
dry his neck and chest. Right at the bottom I found a tube of
aftersun. "Here we go!" I held up the prize. "Let me have a look. Tom
pulled his feet on to the bench and turned his back to me, letting his chin
rest on his chest. I touched the red skin on his neck and it felt hot to
the touch, good old-fashioned sunburn.

"This will be cold," I warned, before squirting some of the cream onto his
skin.

"Argh!" he exclaimed. Very gently, in increasing circular movements I began
to work the cream into his burning skin.

"Better?" I asked.

"Mmmmmmm, yes, thanks. It's much cooler now." He sighed heavily, and I
continued to rub, feeling the temperature of his skin slowly fall.

"Ready for the front?" I pulled my legs onto the bench and placed one on
each side of him, so that I could pull his head down to rest on my chest.

"Sure," he replied, offering no resistance. I let his head fall over to one
shoulder, and looking directly down at him, I dropped a long line of cream
on his chest. Tom placed a hand on each of my knees and a slight squeeze
revealed the shock to his skin. The curve of Tom's spine began to press
against my groin as he relaxed with my rubbing, and I noticed the now
familiar shape of his hardon in his speedoes. His eyes remained closed as I
worked the cream into his chest and under his chin. As I allowed the circle
to increase, my thumb flicked one of his penny-sized pink nipples, forcing
his dick to strain against his pants. Goosepimples appeared on his legs and
chest and I took my towel with my free hand and gently patted away the
remaining droplets of water on his chest and stomache. I moved to his legs,
and Tom opened his them to allow access to his inner thigh. Here I made
short strokes, moving downwards to his speedoes. This done I let my hand
rest on the towel against the side of his balls.

"All done now," I said into his ear. Tom closed his legs on my hand and his
dick twitched again so that it touched my wrist.

"Thanks Jimmy, that was cool," he pulled himself up, and I saw his six-pack
flex into form. My left leg fell to the floor and Tom slipped towards me so
that his hip rested against my straining dick as he placed his feet on the
floor. My hand came to rest on top of his five inch erection, my thumb
wedged between his stomache and his dickhead. "You're the best," he
whispered and then gave me a little hug.

Tom stood up in front of me, "better get changed then."

"Yes, I think so, before the rush arrives." He took a step back and then
pulled his speedoes off. Again, half the red head was poking out from his
foreskin, and now I could detect a slight twist in his quite thick
erection. His pubic hairs extended no further than an inch from the base
and formed a square shape. The edges of the hairy patch were well defined
and stood out well against his very pale and flat lower stomache. His balls
were as big as mine (so not that big!) and they hung loose in a smooth sac,
one was lower than the other, and they swung freely as he turned to pick up
his towel. He made no effort to cover himself as he raised the towel to dry
his hair.

I knew the boys, and Nick would be back soon, and I didn't want Tom to feel
embarrassed about the incident, so I pulled my own speedoes off whilst I
was still sitting. My cock pointed to the ceiling and I heard a little gasp
from Tom as he noticed me. I took my towel and began to dry my hair too,
letting Tom have as good a look as he wanted, without me just sat there
looking at him. This continued for a minute before I stood up and took my
clothes from my locker. Just as I took hold of my shorts I heard the door
swing open, and I quickly pulled them on. Tom continued as he was and Nick
appeared.

"I won! I won!" he shouted. Tom was still stood naked with a raging hardon
but didn't bat an eyelid.

"Cool Nick! I knew you would!" Tom stretched out his hand and shook Nick's
vigorously. His dick bobbed up and down and his balls swung freely. "C'mon
get dry and changed!"

"Yeah, well done Nick," I joined in.

"Thanks Jimmy!" Nick grabbed his towel and pulled his speedoes off, happily
sporting his own hardon. I shook my head slightly in amazement to myself at
the two boys in front of me. Laughing and giggling, naked and hard.

It was 10.15pm by the time the last of the boys appeared in the dorm
building, and they all wore tired, red and happy faces. Most went straight
upstairs and I stayed stretched out in a large armchair in front of the TV,
thinking tiredness should take care of any going to bed problems
tonight. Smithy was sat across from me with little Jase sat half on the arm
of his chair and half on his lap listening to one of his stories.  Whatever
he was saying was clearly amusing Jase and every few seconds he let out
quiet giggles.

Suddenly I went blind, a pair of hands covering my eyes from behind.

"Guess who?" came a very familiar voice.

"Big Jason?" I answered.

"Nope."

"Gaz?"

"Nope."

"Oh, Nick!"

"Course it is!" He swung around and hurdled the arm of the chair, landing
heavily in my lap. I moaned. Smithy glanced over and smiled, and then
returned to his tale.  "Everything alright Nick?"

"Brilliant Jimmy, this is the best time ever!" He rested his head on my
shoulder, and I felt the energy drain out of him. I looked down and saw his
eyelids hesitate and then fall shut. Meanwhile little Jase had gone quiet
too.

"Looks like we've got a pair of sleepy-heads here Jimmy," said Smithy
quietly.

"I'll get them to bed," I offered. "C'mon Nick, let's get you upstairs." I
tried to sit up and then guided Nick to his feet. I put my arm around his
shoulder, Smithy guided an almost sleep-walking little Jase towards me, and
I stretched out my other arm to take him too. "I'll take then Smithy."

"OK Jimmy," he let little Jase fall under my arm. "Goodnight my boy!"

"'Night Smithy," I took my two charges to the stairs and pushed them ahead
of me, each step was like a mountain, then I remembered the word. "Race you
both!" I shouted. A moment to let it sink in, and then they were off! Works
every time. Good old Pavlov. I made I pretence of chasing them, but by the
time I got to the top of the stairs, all I saw were shutting doors. "I'll
give `em five minutes," I thought, so I went into my room and kicked my
trainers off, sat down on the edge of the bed...and dozed off.

The next thing I was aware of was opening my eyes to see Nick's face in
front of me and feeling his lips pressing on mine.

"Mmmmmm, that's a nice way to wake up," I said. I looked to the clock and
it was nearly midnight.

"Everyone's asleep Jimmy, so don't worry," he kissed me again. "Can we talk
for a minute?"

"Sure Nick, whatever you want," I sat myself up in bed, and leant against
the wall.  Nick sat between my legs, his back resting on my chest.

"Do you like Tom?" he asked quietly. My heart sank for a moment as I
considered that I had upset Nick by giving so much attention to Tom today.

"Yes, I guess I do."

"As much as you like me?" My heart sank further.

"I couldn't ever like anyone as much as I like you," I gave him a hug to
reassure him too.

"Oh good," Nick squeezed my arms, "but you do like him, in the same way you
like me?" I thought for a moment and considered what had happened in the
pool and afterwards.

"Yes, I think so."

"Oh cool! I told him you did!" This wasn't what I had expected to hear.

"What do you mean?" Now I was intrigued.

"Tom really likes you too Jimmy, just like I do, you must have noticed?" I
thought about it.

"I only realised today for sure."

"Well me and Tom are like best friends at school, and we tell each other
everything--"

"Everything?" I interrupted.

"Yes, everything!" he giggled. "He is sooooo jealous!"

"Do you and Tom--?" I hesitated to find the right words.

"Do stuff?" Nick read my mind.

"Yeah, like we have."

"All the time at school, we share the same dorm there too," he looked up at
me, "but we haven't done everything that we have done. We just mess around
more than anything else." Now it was Nick reassuring me. "Tom's my best
friend, but Jimmy, you are so much more. I have never kissed anyone
before. That was so cool." To mark his point his lifted his head up and
turning awkwardly he kissed me fully. "Do you have anyone at home Jimmy?"

"No Nick, never, well except once on holiday," I corrected myself.

"Not even to mess around with?" He seemed amazed.

"No, not even to mess around with," it was the truth.

"I'm sorry Nick," he gave me a hug.

"Don't be, cos now I have you, and that makes up for it all," I jabbed a
finger in his side to emphasise my point.

We sat and chatted like this for hours. Nick told me how he and Tom had got
together at school, and how Tom protected him from some of the bigger
boys. He described the pretty wild time that boys in a boarding school
have, but also the reason why he was there. He was an only child and both
his parents were careerists who often worked abroad. He often spent his
holidays with Tom too, and I began to understand why they were so close. I
talked about my life-style, and that one incident on holiday.  I had never
spoken to anyone this candidly before, and it felt right. Nick opened up
and admitted to being lonely. And then we got back to Tom.

"Tom and I share everything you know."

"Everything?" I was intrigued.

"Yes, everything. Homework, tuck, holidays," he paused, "You?"

"Me?"

"I never really forgot about my race with Gaz," he explained.

"That was planned?" I was amazed.

"You're not mad at me are you?" A concerned look crossed his face.

"No, no, of course not," just very flattered to be honest.

"Oh cool. I told him he couldn't touch though!"

"I wouldn't have let him, in case I hurt you Nick."

"Really, even though you like him a lot?"

"Yes, even though I like him a lot." I could see Nick thinking this through
in his mind.

"Do you want me to promise not to do stuff with him anymore? I will if you
want me to," he finally said. I believed him for sure, but I knew I
couldn't make such a demand of him.

"No, you don't need to do that. Just knowing you would if I asked is
enough," I pulled Nick closer to me. He paused again.

"I wouldn't mind sharing you with Tom too, but on one condition."

"What's that?" I was intrigued again.

"Well, that you don't--" he hesitated and I detected a blush. He moved
his mouth close to my ear, and then whispered, "--fuck him."  Now it was
my turn to blush.  "I just know that if you did that he would fall in love
with you too, and maybe you would back. That's our special thing."

"Is this what you want?" I had to be sure he had thought it through.

"You and Tom are my best friends, and I want to keep both of you, but upset
neither of you. And, besides it could be fun!" he giggled. "But you do
promise, don't you?"

"Of course I do. I promise. I can't take you away from Tom, you need him at
school," I paused, "and well, if he is half as nice as you, I'd like to be
his friend too, but remember," I pulled his face round to face me again,
"remember you are my number one." I kissed him.

"Always?"

"Always," I replied.

"Are we in love properly then?" A strange question, but one I understood.

"I think so, at least I hope so."

"Me too," enthused Nick, "me too."

"What does Tom think of this?" I asked.

"We haven't talked about this, I needed to know what you thought first, cos
you are my number one too," I was impressed, touched,
flattered...content.

The conversation meandered for a while longer, and I guess we just fell
asleep. I had slipped down onto the bed proper, and Nick was laid across my
chest. When I woke it was light, and I was still in my t-shirt and shorts,
Nick in his boxers. It was actually quite late, nearly 7am. I felt as happy
as I ever had as I replayed the conversation from the night before in my
head. I was content to just watch Nick's body rise and fall with his slow
breaths and to stretch my hands so that I could take hold of his smooth
bumcheeks under his shorts. The plans that Nick and Tom might now conjure
excited me too. I let the moment continue for as long as possible, but
eventually I had to wake Nick.

"Give me a really big hug," I said as I saw his eyes open. Nick climbed on
top of me and burrowed both his arms under me, one by my neck, the other by
my waist. His little body managed to almost squeeze the breath out of me. I
could feel his hard boycock begin to grind into my navel, whilst mine rose
and pressed between his inner thighs. In the midst of this embrace I heard
a noise outside and I froze. Then a tap at my door. My heart began to pound
and panic was ready to set in, then I heard Tom's voice.

"It's Tom," Nick looked at me, and the tension drained away. I smiled with
relief.  Nick jumped off me and ran to the door, slowly opening it and
bringing Tom inside.

"Morning Tom," I said, a little embarrassed still.

"Hiya Jimmy, just thought I'd check on you two, it's nearly time for
everyone to get up," now I realised just exactly how good a friend Tom was
to Nick. He had been Nick's insurance policy. I looked at the clock again.

"Thanks Tom, only ten minutes to go before all the alarms go off," I patted
the bed next to me and Nick sat back down with me. "You too Tom, if you
want?" He didn't need asking twice, and he sat down next to Nick. I was
spread along the length of the bed, lying on my side, Nick was by my chest,
and my arm rested across his thighs, Tom sat rather stiffly by my
hips. "It's OK Tom, relax," I tried to reassure him, by bending my leg so
that my upper thigh rested against his far arm. He sank back a little, and
placed an arm along my side. No sooner had he done this than I noticed a
throbbing bulge begin to appear at an uncomfortable angle in his boxers, I
pulled my arm closer to Nick and felt his hardon too. My dick responded by
growing hard too, pressing against the small of Tom's back. Nick then swung
his legs onto the bed by my face, letting his head fall into Tom's lap. My
arm now ran from his knees, along the inside of his thighs, with my hand
resting on the flat of his stomache, just above the waistband of his
shorts.

Nick lifted an arm and put it on Tom's shoulder, he then pulled him towards
me, so that Tom fitted on his side in the gap between Nick and I, Tom's
head rested on my shoulder and Nick's thigh. I let my free hand rest on
Tom's hip, and I slowly stroked it with my fingers. At least this change in
position allowed Tom's hardon to assume a more natural position, and I
could see it straining against the waistband of his boxers.  Nick used his
top hand to reach over Tom and caress the inside of my raised leg, so I
responded by pulling my hand down and slipping it inside the baggy leg of
Nick's shorts so that I was tickling his balls with my thumb, whilst my
palm rubbed his dick against his stomache.

Tom began to press his bum against my hard dick, which had fitted
comfortably between his cheeks and he started to caress Nick's chest. I
used my right hand at first to gently run up Tom's side, and then back down
across his flat pecs and rippled abs. I hesitated when I reached his navel,
and diverted to the side to and back to the middle again. Nick then brought
his fingers racing down my inner thigh and inside the leg of my boxers, his
fingers played with my balls, unable to get to my dick, so firmly was Tom
pressed against me. I took hold of Nick's small pole in my hand and
squeezed, and then with my other hand I stretched down and slipped my palm
over Tom's bigger dick, even though the material of his shorts still
covered it, I felt its heat. Tom gasped a short breath as I moved to cup
his balls, and then I let my fingers find their way through the fly of his
boxers. His dick was almost as long as my hand, and whilst I pressed my
middle finger between his balls, I rubbed the bottom of my wrist against
his swollen head, I could feel the ridge of his foreskin and the wetness of
his precum.  All three of us were for a while oblivious to our surroundings
until the shrill of an alarmclock from further down the corridor disturbed
our peace. None of us recoiled though, I slowly withdrew my hands from the
two boydicks I was holding, and Nick gave a last gentle tug on my balls as
we each began to sit up.

"You two had better get going then," I said once we were all sat up. Nick
leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

"OK Jimmy, we're outa here," Nick flashed.

"Me too!" said Tom. The boys stood up and moved to the door then
stopped. Nick whispered something to Tom, and then the larger boy came back
to the bed, and I was now standing too. I was only just an inch taller than
him, and he leant forward, cocked his head to one side and kissed me on the
cheek. I put one arm around him and motioned with the other for Nick to
join us. Nick's head rested on my chest, just under my chin, and I pulled
the three of us together in a big hug. I kissed Nick's head and then Tom on
the cheek.

"Now scoot!" I slapped each of them on the bottom. Nick opened the door
slowly, checked the corridor, and then they were gone. I must admit, I sat
back down on my bed, still able to feel the touch of their bodies in my
mind, and the smell of their hair in my nostrils, and I had a little cry.