Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2003 09:58:16 +1000 From: iarwain Subject: Peter's Mistake Parts 25 & 26. Usual Disclaimer: If you are not 18 years old yet do not read. If you are offended by male to male sexual content do not read. If the laws in your state or county forbid this type of material, do not read. Otherwise enjoy the story and genuine comments will be appreciated. The author retains copyright (2003) to this story. Reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. What Happened in Part 23-24. Peter was rescued by Andrew from his hopeless situation and came home only to discover that Michael was his original blackmailer. Michael's doctor explained how Michael was under a compulsion and Peter gained a new understanding of what had been happening. Part Twenty-five Peter's group left first on Sunday morning. It was Pete's van and there was lots of swapping positions on the way. Jeremy had his learner plates and Peter and Sam took turns at driving as well. Pete insisted on driving the last section up the winding mountain roads. The views were marvellous as they approached the departure point, and Peter could see everyone's eyes drinking in the views of the mountains and the deep gullies. They camped near the car the first night and cooked a couple of T-bone steaks each. Jeremy and Paul set up the two tents and everyone went into the tents early. As soon as Peter entered Pete and Sam grabbed him. We've been up to your room the last three nights and you weren't there. I was worried about Michael and stayed with him. We worked that out Peter, but Andrew told us you needed looking after, and we haven't had a chance for a proper talk to you. Well you don't need to worry because I feel fine. The worst thing was when I found out Paul was so young, but he seems to be all right. When Jeremy said Paul wanted to come on this hike I was so relieved. Will you tell us what happened? Peter told the events of the three days in full and apart from their concern for him they were interested in some of the details. Pete wanted to know about the strip act. You've actually worked out a strip act? Sam! We're going to have to see that sometime. He was also very interested in the Viagra. Pete! They gave me a dose which kept me hard for over five hours. It made my balls ache for two days. They also gave me some aphrodisiac enzymes or something as well though, which made me so randy I came from just a couple of touches. They made me cum five times in less than two hours. Is everything working all right now? Well! I haven't really found out because I've been with Michael but the doctor said I'd be back to normal in about three days. Sam! We'll have to do a thorough check so we don't worry all night. Come on Peter take those clothes off for your medical. As soon as Peter was stripped and lying down he felt Pete's hand moving on his groin. Sam! Check this out! It's just like he said! There's no hair at all. He's as smooth as anything. Sam's hands joined the exploration then grasped Peter's cock. How come it hasn't started to grow back? If it was Tuesday, you'd think there'd be some fuzz there? The doctor said some of these creams have inhibitors and it could be two weeks before it starts to grow again. Dr.Ngyen? Is there any sign of life in progress? Yes! Dr. Williams! There's positive response to digital examination but we need some testicular manipulation to speed things along. With Sam teasing his cock head and Peter stretching his balls it was only a matter of moments before Peter was gasping. Doctor Sam! I'm having trouble with gauging a release response. Could you apply an oral stimulus? Peter's balls were churning from Pete's tickling and massaging and the feeling of Sam's tongue was driving him crazy. Peter bucked his hips and released into Sam's mouth then relaxed on his back. The two doctors decided that though such a quick check was good, a more thorough examination was most important. Pete had an anal probe which he said needed to be left inserted and once Peter was hard again Sam had a special immersion therapy. This meant that Peter was sandwiched between the two. They held him like this for about half an hour before finishing each other off. Peter felt great when he woke in the morning between two warm strong bodies. They packed up early and started the big hike. The day was cool, clear, and sunny, and ideal conditions for hiking. Luckily they'd allowed plenty of time because it turned out to be a very, very hard climb up a never-ending spur till they reached Mount Speculation. Everyone was struggling with the weight of their supplies and Jeremy and Paul found it particularly hard going. Peter was impressed with them both though, because they stayed cheerful and determined. The view when they reached the summit was spectacular and everyone said it was worth the effort. Pete was sharing the two-man tent with Paul that night and the others could hear shrieks of laughter coming from them. Peter and Sam quizzed Jeremy about how things were going with Paul. He's terrific Peter. He thinks you're amazing too. When you said the hiking gear was his to keep he nearly freaked out. We reckon we're like each other because we both lost our families, only in different ways. How come he's as fit as he is? You've both surprised us with the way you kept going today but he's younger than you and hasn't had the swimming training you have. He used to work in a gym and he could use the equipment when he wanted to and he's always liked running. He's told you a lot about himself hasn't he Jeremy? Well! He looked a bit lost on the first night and I told him to climb into my bed so we could talk more easily. The next night we did the same and talked for ages. I was so upset with some stuff he told me I kept hugging him and I knew it made him feel good. He was lonely like I was before I met you. On Friday morning we both woke up with boners. We were stirring each other about it and then we started wrestling a bit and before we knew it we were holding each other. We both said the other one had to let go first but no one did and you know what I'm like when someone's touching me. I ended up coming all over the place. I was embarrassed at the way my cock takes over so easily, but he just said he wasn't going to miss out and I had to do the same for him. I'll have to be very strict with you Jeremy. I don't want that spare mattress lying on the floor anymore. He'll have to share your double bed if you want him to stay. Sam laughed. When were you going to ask about that Jeremy? We were going to wait till later in the week. They've gone quiet out there. Do you think Paul will get upset if Pete tries to seduce him? Oh no! I've told him how good Pete is at sex and we worked out a plan to get him going. Peter and Sam nearly had a fit. Oh my God Sam! Imagine Pete being seduced by someone else! I can't wait till morning. Does Paul know that you had sex with me and Sam as well? Yes! And I want to trick him into one of Sam's massages. He'll have to wait till he's 18 then. Sam's more than two years older. For the second night in a row Peter was sandwiched between two beautiful guys who wanted to be close to him. In the morning Sam asked Pete if he'd had a good night. Yes! Paul gets lonely and I tried to cheer him up. Did anything else happen? Pete looked a bit surprised at the question. Well! We were wrestling around a bit and when I got hard it did go on from there. Sam and Peter burst into laughter and explained to a disbelieving Pete how he'd been conned. Sam! You mean they planned it beforehand? After a moment he grinned and said it would be their turn soon. The second day of their hike was across a ridgeline called the Crosscut Saw. With views on both sides of the valleys below and a dark ravine called Terrible Hollow, they felt they were on top of the world. In the late afternoon the sky clouded over and it started a slow drizzle of rain. They found a clearing and rushed to set the tents up, but found that one of the poles for the two-man tent was missing. It was too late to try and improvise so they all squeezed into the bigger tent. During the night it started to snow, and all next day they were stuck in the tent because the visibility was down to about 10 metres, with the thick mist. Pete kept everyone entertained and Paul discovered the kind of games Pete liked the hard way, by losing a game of Strip Jack Naked, and having to rush outside and roll over in the snow. Sam did stacks of sketches and Paul loved the stylized one of himself rolling nude in the snow. The next day the sky it was clear again but they emerged to a different world. Nearly 20 cm of snow had fallen and carpeted the landscape. The day's hiking was slow, not just from the hard walking, but by Peter and Sam taking extra time with photos and sketches. The next night's stop was classic. Scattered through the Alpine country were a number of huts to provide shelter for walkers and mountain cattlemen on their musters. This one was built from rough-hewn timber and had a stone chimney built into it. They started a fire in the hearth and sat talking and mucking round for a couple of hours after they'd cooked some tea. Pete kept wrestling with Paul and stirring Jeremy that he was going to take Paul away from him. He's so good in the sleeping bag Jeremy. You should have seen what we did the other night. I've got some special tricks to teach him. You won't get a chance to be with him for another three or four nights. Paul fell for this, and said he was with Jeremy that night no matter what Pete thought. Pete acted put out and then very generously offered Jeremy a tube of edible lubrication gel to try out. There's no point in wasting it and I've heard it gives you a nice tingly feeling. Jeremy and Paul were the last ones up in the morning and thought everyone was smiling at them because they'd been playing body games with each other. Pete very quickly let them know what was happening. Hey! Peter! Look who's arrived. Is it the little green men from Mars or have we picked up a couple of leprechauns from somewhere? When they looked at each other in the light they realised how they'd been tricked. The gel that Pete had given them might have been edible, but it was also a dye and had stained them bright green. Hey! Paul! How come your lips have turned green? And look at your hands! How much of that stuff did you use? Jeremy! I bet you're the only person in the state with green balls. What a pity we haven't got swimming training. You might start a new fashion. What? Paul's got the same! How can that be? Pete told them it was meant to last two weeks, but it faded after a couple of days, The long hike and the good friendship and humor of the group brought Peter back to himself and he contemplated the fortunes that had brought their household together. The last two days took them along a track following a mountain river then steeply up towards the car. On the last night Peter shared the small tent with Paul. It needed ropes tied to nearby trees to replace the missing pole and was only slightly saggy. Peter had just climbed into his sleeping bag when Paul came in. The next thing he knew Paul was sitting on his stomach and tickling him with big pokes into his chest and sides. Luckily Paul hadn't learnt the trick of holding the zipper and Peter was able to get his arms out and soon had Paul held down and unable to escape. Oh! Careful Peter! Let go for a moment. That's too uncomfortable. As soon as Peter let go Paul dived on him and started the poking and tickling again. He had a clear advantage because he wasn't wrapped in a sleeping bag but once again Peter pinned him down by using his weight and strength. Right! You rabbit! If I let you go this time can you control yourself? Sure can Doc! As soon as Peter let him go Paul started all over again and they had the third wrestling match. It took longer this time because Paul was using all his wiry strength to evade Peter's efforts but eventually Peter used his weight again to squash him down. I thought you said you could control yourself. I did! I told my muscles to wrestle you again and they did exactly what I said. That's perfect control. So! I either hold you down all night or we're wrestling? Maybe! Maybe? Yes! All right Then! How do we get round the maybe? Don't you want to wrestle? Not all night! O.K! You have to talk to me then. I see! Well! Start talking then. I can't talk like this. I'll get cold after a while and it feels like four elephants are sitting on top of me. Peter relaxed his grip and Paul laughed. I didn't say it would be straight away. After another wrestle Paul said he would stop this time and they could talk. He made Peter join up their sleeping bags then climbed in. We can't talk properly unless we're close together. Jeremy and I talk best when we're cuddled up, so now we have do that. I haven't got any clothes on! Paul laughed. That's all right! I have! And I've seen you without your clothes anyhow. You don't look that bad. That's not what I meant! Paul just wriggled over till he was resting against Peter. How can I thank you Peter? You don't have to. Of course I do! It's hardly over a week since I met you and I've had all my troubles sorted out. I've met Jeremy, and now you are letting me live in your house where I've suddenly got new friends who make me feel like I'm important to them. Don't you say thank-you when good things are given to you? Of course you do. But that's not what I really want to talk about. It's you! I'm worried about you Peter. Peter's mind went into overdrive at this statement. Me! Paul! What are you talking about? Hang on! I'm roasting now. These sleeping bags are amazing aren't they? Paul took all his clothes off and wriggled back against Peter again. Before Peter could ask what Paul what he was worried about he felt Paul's hand take hold of his cock. Paul! What are you doing? I told you! I'm worried about you. I think we need to have sex together. Peter felt himself hardening almost instantly. Paul! I feel like I'm about half an hour behind what you're saying, and more to the point, doing. You'll have to let go of me. Really? You feel very nice and I can tell you're interested. Well! You have to promise to keep holding me close then. When Jeremy and I are talking seriously, we like to be holding each other tight, because we feel like we're protecting each other. All right then master rabbit! Your wish is my command, but start talking. It's an awfully big jump from saying you're worried about me to fixing it by sleeping with me. Well! You haven't got over what happened with us have you? I don't know why you are saying that Paul! I think I'm doing pretty well. I do too! Except for me! You're scared of me! No! Scared isn't quite right. Nervous fits better. You're nervous about me and you act different to me than to the others. Peter was surprised at this. I don't think so. O.K! You love wrestling and mucking around don't you? Yes! That's right! Well! You weren't enjoying it that much a minute ago were you? Peter was even more surprised because he suddenly knew that Paul was right. Paul kept going when Peter was quiet. See! I'm right aren't I Peter? Can you tell me why? Peter was lost for words. It's because you're so kind Peter! You didn't mean to hurt me did you? Peter found that he couldn't speak. All of a sudden tears welled into his eyes and he started to cry. He had a strange feeling that he was watching himself from outside, as words poured out of his mouth about how sorry he was and would Paul ever forgive him. When he stopped he realised that Paul was now holding him tight. Peter's mind pulled back into control of his emotions and he relaxed into the comfort of Paul's closeness and caring. Well! Peter! Do you think I understand how sorry you are now? And of course I forgive you. Now you have to do the same for me. What are you saying? You didn't do anything to be sorry about. You've got a funny idea of what happened Peter, because I remember four times that I was inside you, and stacks of times when I was the one doing things to you. But that doesn't count. You didn't have any choice and you never hurt me anyway. Peter heard Paul give a satisfied little laugh. See! You're not being fair Peter. Why was it all right when it was me but not when it was you. You didn't have any choice and you didn't hurt me either. Why do you blame yourself but not me? Peter thought for a moment. I was going to say that I was older but that's not right either is it? I don't know Paul. You have to think about that and you have to show me that you're not nervous about me anymore. Give me a big hug and kiss. Paul! You're making me feel like a little kid or something. Don't you want to give me a hug and kiss? A great feeling of pleasure came over Peter as he had an overwhelming urge to do just that. Rabbit! I really do! Come on then! And promise you'll make it last for at least five minutes. All right! Peter held Paul tight and their lips met in a tentative, questioning manner. Very quickly this progressed to eager wrestling with their tongues and then Peter felt that rush of warmth spreading through his body. After a couple of minutes he felt Paul's hand grasp his hardened cock again and start squeezing it gently. Peter stopped kissing and started to protest. Peter! I've tricked you. You can't stop me yet because you have to use your arms to hug me and you can't say no because your lips have to keep kissing. You promised you know, so you'll have to wait. Peter could think of several ways round this promise without actually breaking it but knew that it was best to continue. He returned to the kiss and the hug, and his feelings for Paul mounted with their closeness. He suddenly remembered the moment when he'd said sorry to Paul at the porn studio and Paul had leaned back against him with a clear message of trust. He felt as if he'd ignored that message all this time, and Paul was now trying to give it to him all over again. Peter gave in to his feelings for the next couple of minutes and enjoyed Paul's hand on him and the pressure of Paul's erection against him as well. Hands off Paul! Time's up and we have to come back to the real world. Paul took his hand away but kept holding himself against Peter. I meant it before Peter. I know we're not meant to but I think it's the best thing for both of us if we keep going now. Do you want to turn me into a rabbit too? You'll have to trust me when I say I'm not nervous about you. I am getting nervous now though because I almost couldn't stop. Peter thought of the best way to get through to Paul. You've had it! Be prepared to be tickled and squished to death. Tickling and wrestling was rather tricky and interesting in the confines of a double sleeping bag for two guys who were strongly attracted to each other, but they kept this going for about half an hour. When they stopped two happy bodies snuggled close to each other. Peter! You had a boner the whole time we were wrestling. Being close to someone I like does that to me, and then if I'm tickled it just makes it stronger, but that's a funny statement because so did you. Well! You're very sexy you know and it would be nice. You'll make me wait till I'm eighteen now won't you? It won't seem such a long time. Yes it will! I'm going to check that you have a boner each time we wrestle from now on so that I know you still want me. Peter gave a sound of mock despair. I don't believe I'm hearing this! How am I going to cope? Michael's been doing the same thing. Well! Checking if I've got a boner or not. Now I'll have two pests pestering. Does he really! I'll have a talk to him and we can have a competition to see who gets you the most. Paul! What will Jeremy think about that? Jeremy? Oh! He'll think it's great. He wants me to sleep with you anyhow. He says you'll make me feel happy and special. He completely loves you. You know that don't you? We're in the same boat then aren't we? You'll look after him won't you Paul? Look after him? He looks after me. Peter grabbed Paul by the nose. I might be slow sometimes rabbit! But it's really the other way round isn't it? Paul made Peter let go of his nose by poking him in his belly button. I guess so! But he's so kind my heart bursts for him. Sometimes kind people have to be looked after because they can be hurt more easily than others. Peter didn't say anything because he knew he'd been completely outclassed in that little parry of conversation. They talked for a while, mostly about Jeremy, before deciding it was time for sleep. It was very apparent that Paul thought the sun, moon and stars shone out of Jeremy. Can we cuddle up together for the night Peter? That sounds neat to me Paul. As long as there's no hanky-panky. Hanky-panky? I know what it must mean but how do you know these funny sayings. I used to have pet rabbits when I was a kid so I had to learn their language. Peter didn't go straight to sleep. He'd learnt a great deal tonight, about himself and about Paul. In the morning Peter felt a glowing feeling go through him as he realised he now felt the same kind of rapport with Paul as he did with all the others. They were completely relaxed with each other and they had grown closer with the challenge of the hike. Peter could hardly believe how much Paul was conscious of other people's feelings. They walked together and Paul chatted happily, all the while touching and hugging and using any excuse to tip Peter over and have a quick wrestle while the other three looked on with great smiles. The reached the car at about 10 o'clock in the morning and headed for home. As they pulled in and parked the van in the new carport Pete's heart leapt to see Michael running out to meet them. Part Twenty-six Michael helped Peter carry his stuff upstairs, then they talked while Peter had a cleanup and a shower. Michael had arrived home the night before, and after going with Andrew to return the bike in the morning, had packed and was waiting for Peter to get home. Peter dressed and organised clean clothes then asked Michael to pack the van while he went to see Andrew for a while. He didn't have long because he knew Michael was waiting but Andrew knew what he wanted. He was very quiet Peter, and when he did talk it was mostly about you. It was a good trip but all he wanted to do was get back to see you again. I was really glad I was with him all the time but I was wishing you were there. I think you are the one he needs to be with. I made sure I was around when he got up this morning but he's been much better and he got more and more excited as time went by. Peter said he had some things to say to Andrew but he'd wait until they got back. By late afternoon they were on their way and Michael seemed to relax as he related the highlights of his tour on the motor-bike. In Geelong they stopped for a meal at a good restaurant because Peter wanted some solid fresh food after the week's dehydrated camping supplies. The next stop was at a supermarket to stock up for their time away, and then they headed for the surf club. They arrived at about 9 PM and made some hot drinks before going for short night walk down to the beach. When they got back they set the mattresses up in Peter's favorite spot. Michael wanted a shower. Come on Peter! You too! There won't be any nice warm water once we leave. Peter didn't really need a shower but once under it felt so nice they stayed for 20 minutes. Peter climbed into his sleeping bag and zipped up only to have Michael on top of him and tickling. I've been waiting for you to forget Peter and now I've got you. Peter writhed and screeched and got hotter and hotter as the time went on. Michael! I'm too hot. Let me out. Michael sat on Peter's stomach and jabbed his fingers into his sides. But you're stronger than me and I won't be able to keep going then. Aaggh! You can tickle me for five minutes and I won't try and stop you. Really! Are you that desperate? Feel my face. It's my winter sleeping bag. Peter unzipped and grabbed his towel to wipe the perspiration off. Michael's hand grabbed Peters boner. That's fourteen half! I'm not going to miss out on any more. Peter felt Michael's hand move to check if any hair was growing yet. Peter! You're still smooth! I could see in the shower but I thought there'd be something to feel by now. Peter felt an electric jolt as Michael's hand travelled from the base of his cock and round under his balls. My god Michael! That was about five minutes tickling all at once. Come on! Do your torture so I can relax. It was worse now because he was being tickled skin to skin. After a minute Michael sat on Peter's stomach. I've got better control this way. Hey! Stop poking that monster into my back. Ha! I'm suffering your torture and you're blaming me? As soon as Michael finished his five minutes Peter wrestled Michael down and used his weight to pin him. Now it's your turn Michael. Are you ready? Bully! Cruelty to young people. Peter was in a position where he could tickle Michael's bellybutton and though he wasn't as ticklish as Peter he was still begging. Ah! Peter! No! It goes right inside me. Help! Peter kept going for a while. Sweet revenge! Now! What will you do for me if I stop, Michael? Ah! A neck massage? Mm! Yes! I can't argue with that. After the neck massage they cuddled up and started talking. Do you think about that porn place much Peter? It must have been horrible. Yes! But it doesn't worry me now. Going on the hike was sort of like going to another world if you know what I mean, and Pete and Sam were there. You see Sam's smile and his eyes, and you know how much he cares for you, and Pete was mad as usual. He played lots of tricks on Jeremy and Paul this time. Hey! Peter felt Michael checking to see if he was still hard. Just checking Peter! What did he do to them? Peter explained about Paul having to roll in the snow and the dyed lubrication. I've got a lot of thinking to do about Paul. He helped me get over a problem from the porn studio that I hardly knew I had and we had a great time last night. I don't know how I'm going to cope though, because he says he wants to have a competition with you. Really? What sort of competition? I shouldn't tell you so I get some peace for a while, but you'll make me tell you anyhow. It's to see who can catch me with a boner the most. What? He hasn't got a hope of winning that! Michael immediately dived his hand down and checked to see the condition of Peter's cock, which immediately surged hard again with the handling. See what I mean! There's no respect for privacy left in the world these days. Paul's not moving out now and I think he and Jeremy might even be partners like Brian and Anthony before too long. Wow! He's younger than I am. When we get back home you'll see how happy they look. I'm worried what Paul will do though because he left school at the end of last year. Michael thought about this. I don't think we'll have to worry Peter. Jeremy is so clever that Paul will try and catch up somehow. Peter felt Michael check him once again. His cock pulsed and stiffened immediately. Michael! I'll never get soft if you keep checking that often. Michael giggled. If I checked you every five minutes it might become permanent. You'd have to wear special clothes so it didn't show up. I wouldn't be able to go swimming anymore. I don't think you could change the design of speedos enough to disguise it. Michael checked Peter's cock again but this time held on. What would you do if I didn't let go. I told you the other time, I'm ignoring you. I bet you'd make me let go. No I wouldn't! But you'd let go any how when I was having a leak, or when you fell asleep. When are you thinking of having your next exhibition Michael? It'll be in December some time, because I'm not having it while I'm studying at college. It takes too much out of my study time. Michael's hand was still holding Peter's cock. Ah! You're really not going to let go are you? I'm seeing if you really mean it. The blood rushed to Peter's cock and forced it to full hardness. Gosh Peter! I just felt you get even harder. Peter felt Michael apply a little pressure to see just how hard he was and then Michael's hand moved to the cock head and squeezed it. This must be even bigger than it was at the nudist beach that time. Peter tried to keep the conversation going but he lost all concentration as he throbbed harder and harder. Michael would squeeze his cock head every now and again causing Peter's groin to tighten. I can feel you throbbing Peter. Michael! If you keep squeezing like that I think I'll burst. Of course, all that meant, was that Michael gave another squeeze. Really? I think I.... Holy hell! Peter! The last squeeze had been too much and Pete's groin clenched and his cum spurted through Michael's fingers and onto his stomach. ... I'm sorry Michael! I was being stubborn and that last squeeze was too much. I couldn't hold back. I'll grab my towel. Peter cleaned Michael's fingers then wiped his stomach. I said I wouldn't be embarrassed but now I am. I didn't mean it Michael. I hope you don't mind. Michael suddenly laughed after his quietness. It's all right Peter. You gave me such a surprise that I did let go though. Michael hugged Peter. I don't know what you're saying sorry for. It sure wasn't your fault. We're both pretty stubborn aren't we? They snuggled up together, pulled the sleeping bags over them and went to sleep. In the morning Peter drove to his special spot where he'd taken Michael and the others the first time they camped together. They spent the day wandering the beach and cliffs and watching the gigantic waves crashing on the rocks. They both had their cameras and Peter took lots of photos of Michael as if he were his model again. Michael was in one of his quiet moods and stayed that way all day. Peter hoped that last night hadn't been the cause. Peter cooked sausages and noodles and mixed it all up with chunks of tasty cheese for their tea. He got a bit of the smile from Michael when he said it was a Sam special, but it didn't last long. They went to the tent very early. The wind was picking up and Peter was glad they had the stronger three-man tent. When they got in the tent Michael was still quiet and there was no sign of any wrestling or other mucking around. Peter started to feel scared. Hey! Mud crab! Can you tell me what's wrong? I haven't upset you have I? Oh Peter! You would never upset me. You think I'm a good person and I'm not, and you tell me I'm brave, and that's not true either. Michael! Of course you are! Peter sat up and wrapped his arm around Michael. His heart wrenched as he felt Michael's body shudder and realized he was crying silently. Peter! I've been a coward for a long time. I've been trying to tell you that I have to leave our house. Peter stayed silent as he wondered how to answer. Why? Michael. I thought you were happy. It's the happiest place I've ever known, but I'm a traitor to you. You do good things and help me all the time and I do bad things that hurt you. If I tell you what they are you won't like me, but I have to because I just can't stand hurting you anymore. I will always like you Michael and I don't think you'd ever hurt me. Peter! I have. It's me who's been blackmailing you for year with the contract. Is that all? I thought it might be something serious. The startled silence told Peter that this answer had sidestepped the defenses Michael had built to cope. It really is serious! Of course it is Michael, but it hasn't been hurting me at all since I found that it was you. Now that you've told me you can stop worrying too. The silence this time was monumental. You knew? Yes! But you haven't said anything. I nearly did, but your doctor told me I mustn't. My doctor? Yes! Dr. Wells. He was nearly dancing when I told him. He said it was very important for you to face up to it yourself, and he said you wouldn't take long. Peter! Even if you do know it was me, it's still bad. Michael! I thought it was too, and I couldn't understand it, but your doctor says it's the opposite. He says it's good because your body wants to be normal again. He said it was fighting back against the bad things that happen to you. Did he tell you about that? He wouldn't say what it was, because he said he'd made a promise to you. He just said it was really bad. Michael, you'll have to talk to him about it all but he said it was very important for you to know that you couldn't help it. Peter! It was awful. I really couldn't. It felt like someone else was controlling me. I wanted to stop but it just seemed to keep happening and I wanted to know what you would do and I hated it at the same time. Now! Mud crab! Are you still going to leave? I don't have to do I? Michael collapsed against Peter and cried his eyes out. It hurt Peter but he was happy too because he knew it was a good cry. After about ten minutes Peter asked Michael if he needed his tablets to help him. He felt Michael quieten down and give a very strange laugh. Peter! I don't even know why I'm crying. How do you always do this? What? Make everything turn out the opposite of what I think. I think I have to leave and you change it. I think I'm bad and you tell me it's good. Michael! What about the one where you say you're a coward and then prove you're not? All right then! How did you find out it was me? Andrew told me. Andrew? I never would have found out Michael, but never try to trick Andrew. He worked out in about ten minutes. Peter and Michael talked it all over till they had no more questions. You'll hold me tight tonight won't you Peter? After you've given me one of your famous hugs. They're not famous! Of course they are! You won the hugging prize at Pete's Olympics, remember? Come on! Show me! Wow! That feels famous to me. In the morning Peter woke to the sound of rain, and felt Michael's head on his chest, and his hand resting on his stomach. It felt great and Peter lay their enjoying the close feeling. Half an hour later Michael's head lifted then relaxed back again and his hand slid down to check if Peter had a morning boner. So is this your new way of saying good morning Michael? Are you okay Peter? How come you haven't got a boner this morning? I've been awake for awhile listening to the rain but I wouldn't worry too much, the way you keep fiddling round I'm sure one will turn up soon. Wow! Listen to it! Has it been going for long? I don't think so, but it's been getting stronger. Should we get up in case the van gets stuck? We don't really need to! They're sand and gravel tracks and they won't get boggy. Good! We can lie here then. I love the sound of the rain on the tent. Michael's hand was resting back on Peter stomach but then he moved it down and lightly felt Peter's pubic area. There's still nothing growing Peter. Hang on! Next he felt round Peter's balls as well. Nothing! Michael! It's like an electricity bomb when you do that. By the time you've done a hair check and a boner check I haven't got a hope. Michael's hand went down again and grabbed Peter. What would you do if I didn't let go this time? Ah! I don't know. Yes! I'd bite you. You would not! Michael kept holding to test this out and Peter grabbed the skin on his neck gently in his teeth. When Michael didn't let go Peter slowly increased his pressure then took his mouth away. Michael jumped up and they wrestled round awhile. I think my life's going to end! I'm stuck in the tent in the middle of a storm with a human piranha. You think you've got problems Michael! I'm stuck in a tent with a human goose. Goose? Are you calling me a goose? You know! When someone gooses you. All right Peter! When I say go, hold your breath as long as you can. What for? The one who breathes first has to pay a forfeit. You'll lose Michael! I'm good at this. Go! Peter held his breath for about a minute when Michael poked him hard in the stomach. Michael! You're cheating again. No I'm not! There weren't any rules to say I couldn't do that. I'll remember this. What do I have to do? Given me a massage. A neck massage? No! A big one. I know you know how to do it because I sent you on that course. I haven't got any massage oil. Do what you can anyway. We'll get some if we go through a town. All right then! Where do you want me to start? My back! No! You take over. You know what to do. For half an hour Peter gave Michael a full body massage. It was very exciting for Peter because it was different to the contact from wrestling or hugging and was a direct request from Michael to touch his body. When Michael turned on his back he saw straightaway that Peter had another boner. Well! That's sixteen and a half and you can't say it's my fault this time. I never even touched you. Yes it is! You said I had to touch you, and that's not much different. For the next 20 minutes while Peter continued to massage Michael's front, he was conscious of Michael watching him closely. When Peter finished Michael said he wanted to have lots more of them. They discussed whether to try and pack up in the rain but agreed to wait another hour before deciding again. I'd like to wrestle till then but have you got any other ideas or games Peter? Do you know reactions? What happens? Well one person has to sit still and not react or move while the other person does what they like for 2 minutes. If you don't move you swap over, but if you do you have to pay up somehow. You do it to me first then. Okay! Sit up and no moving! First Peter traced his finger around Michael's ears then under his chin and up to his mouth. Then he put his finger on Michael's tongue and moved further and further down Michael's throat till his gag reflex took over. Michael coughed and spluttered. All right! No one could fight that. What do I have to do? Let me pull three hairs out of the back of your neck. Ouch! Oh! That hurts! My turn now! No! We don't change unless you win, and I forgot to say you can't do the same thing more than once. This time Peter used his little finger and slowly put it up into Michael's nostril. Michael hung on through that but then when Peter told him to open his mouth and went to put the finger in he backed off. That's gross! What do I do this time? Give me a kiss. What? A kiss! Are you sure? You don't have to if you don't want to. No! It's not that! Well! You surprised me that's all. Michael leaned over and gave Peter a gentle kiss on the lips. Hey! That's not a kiss. That's what you give your grandma when you say hello. Michael gave Peter a puzzled look but leaned over again and did the same thing except for longer. Michael lasted right through the next round of the reaction game and it was Peter's turn. He lost in three seconds because Michael grabbed his nipples and gave them a quick twist. God! Shoot me with a gun next time. I sure wasn't expecting that. All right! What's the torture? I didn't know what you meant before, so you have to give me a kiss. What? A kiss! Are you sure? Michael grinned at Peter and called him an idiot. Peter got Michael to lie down and leaned over him. He started with a gentle kiss the same as Michael's, but held his head so he couldn't move away. Gradually he started moving his tongue into Michael's mouth and moving it around and then pressing their two tongues together. Michael understood quickly and started to do the same back. For Peter it brought a current of fire and warmth running from his mouth to his stomach and groin, and spreading till he felt hot all over. For five minutes he kept going, then sat up and watched for Michael's reaction. Is that what you mean by a kiss Peter? It made me feel hot inside. It makes me feel the same way Michael. Peter could see that Michael still had the slightly puzzled look on his face. I've got another game if you like. It's called the finger game and it's so easy. Wherever I move my finger you have to do the same. Okay? All right. Peter touched his finger on the end of Michael's nose and Michael did the same. Peter laughed. No! If I touch your nose you touch mine. They started again and Peter traced from Michael's nose to his lips, round his face and his neck to one of his nipples. He tickled the little nipple for moment then traced across to the other and tickled it as well then traced down to Michael's bellybutton and circled slowly round it. He lifted his finger back to Michael's nose. It's your turn now and what ever you do, I have to follow. You can do the same things but each time we swap we have to do something extra. Michael did the same stuff and added tracing his finger up and down both of Peter's thighs, which sent Peter's hard on sky high. Peter added movement along Michael's sides and back and forth across his stomach. On Michael's turn he did all those things, then stopped and stared at Peter. Michael! You can do what ever you like. If I don't want to do the same I just stop and the game's over. Michael gave a little nod then moved his hand to gently hold Peter's cock. Peter gasped at the feeling then moved to do the same. Michael wasn't hard but he still felt wonderful. Michael's hand lingered for a while then returned to Peter's nose. Peter followed the pattern then cupped Michael's balls. Peter heard Michael draw his breath in, then he did the same himself, when Michael's hand held him the same way. Peter returned to holding Michael's cock. He gave gentle little squeezes, then instead of letting go he leaned forward and started to kiss Michael. Michael returned Peter's movements exactly and Peter felt warmth building inside him. Peter felt the exact moment when he sensed a change in Michael. His hand was now enclosing a slowly growing and hardening tube of flesh. A feeling of excitement and a wave of those goosebumps shivered across his body as he realized what this meant. Michael suddenly realized too because he stopped everything and grabbed Peter's hand away. Peter watched the look of total disbelief on Michael's face as he looked at himself. Peter! What's happening? Peter gave a great laugh and hugged him. It's called a boner and guys get then. I'm going to keep a score you know and this is number one. But I don't! I can't!... Oh God! Peter took hold of Michael's boner, because that was the state it had now reached and gave it some gentle squeezes. Boy! Look how hard it is. I wish I had one as nice as this. You won't be able to run along any nudist beaches with that you know. They'll think it's a space rocket taking off. Hey! What will you do if I don't let go Michael? I... Ah!.. Well I won't.... Do.... Anything! Peter pressed Michael down so that he was lying on his back. All the time he gently kept squeezing him and tracing his fingers on different parts of Michael's cock. Michael was lying quietly and looking stunned. Peter felt some droplets of liquid at the head of Michael's cock and spread the natural lubrication with his fingers. He heard an intake of breath as he rubbed across the helmet then circled his fingers again. Peter rubbed foreheads with Michael then said softly. Michael! You're the boss! Show me what you want me to do. Michael's hand moved down to cover Peter's and gave a squeeze. Peter relayed the squeeze to Michael's cock and in a moment they had worked out their communication system. For a while Peter squeezed with different pressures and for different times and occasionally he was guided to hold and press on Michael's balls, which had firmed up in their smooth sack. Peter felt lots of precum spreading, and then his hand was told to start moving up and down with gradually more insistent speed. Suddenly his hand was stopped and he felt Michael pushing into his encircling hand for moment. Peter felt all movement stop except for the hardening of Michael's cock and the feeling of the cum rushing past his fingers. Hey Michael! It's my turn to say holy hell! Michael leaned forward and rested his head on Peter's chest and Peter knew he was crying. He lifted Michael up and hugged him tight. Is everything all right mud crab? With the sound halfway between a laugh and cry Michael said yes. After a moment Michael pulled apart and looked down at himself. He touched his softening cock and rubbed the sperm glistening on his stomach. Peter! It's -- ah! It's me. It must be a dream but I know I'm awake. Peter reached for the hand towel he always kept beside his bed and offered it to Michael who cleaned himself off. Was it a good dream Michael? Peter! It was a dream I've had for a long time and I was scared it would never happen. This is the first time for me since before I started college. I've never even been hard all the time I've known you. You have a few times lately. I have? Well you always sleep so close when you're with me and I couldn't help feeling you. Dr. Wells said if it happened he wanted me to be very close to you and confront you with it. Is that why you stopped turning away from me? Yes! The more you thought of sex the better. We should go back today because he said it was important to talk to you, because it was the biggest step so far for your getting better. No! We'll go back tomorrow. This was a very definite statement so Peter agreed. Let's go Peter! I want to go somewhere and then stay at the surf club tonight. The rain had eased but Peter raced to the van for their coats and it didn't take long to pack. With all the rain they decided some of the waterfalls might be spectacular and they ended up taking lots of photos when the rain stopped. Michael was very happy and his spirits lifted more as the day went on. At one moment when they were driving he looked worried and turned to Peter. What if this morning was a fluke? I might still be the same as always. Dr. Wells said it would be like turning a switch on, so don't worry. Michael shouted a delicious meal at a big conference hotel in Lorne and they arrived back at the surf club at about 9 PM. They took their gear in and Michael turned the heaters on and they set up the mattresses. Peter saw Michael look at him a little nervously. Will we have our showers now Peter? I've been wanting one all afternoon. Let's go! When they were in the showers Peter saw Michael looking at him. He grinned back. Oh! Michael! I've got an itchy spot on my back and I can't reach it. Could you wash it for me? Michael came over and Peter stepped out of the shower. That feels so nice, but it's itchy on my front now. As Michael's hands rubbed Peter's chest and stomach Peter felt himself tingling and starting to harden. Is your back itchy Michael? Ah! Yes! Peter soaped up Michael's back and moved to his front. As he finished his stomach he moved the soap to Michael's groin. As he built up a lather he could feel Michael responding. The soap can't clean you properly unless you rub it in. Michael! You look like a snowman with all the soap over you. Hey! You haven't given me a hug for a while. The two snowmen moved together in a full frontal hug and they pressed each other tight. The two hard cocks slipping and sliding together in the suds, was a very erotic feeling. When Peter reached down and held Michael he felt Michael do the same to him. Peter wouldn't last very long like this and it didn't feel like Michael would either, so he moved them both under the warm water and used his hands to help wash the suds from their bodies. Peter wouldn't let Michael dry himself and did it for him and then received the same treatment. Peter put his hand down and gave Michael's cock a little squeeze. Guess what? Your score just went up 100 percent. When they got back to their mattresses Michael said it was his turn for a hug, which then turned into a kiss. When they were lying next to each other, Peter lightly rubbed his hand over Michael's smooth chest. Michael! Did you know that you've got a perfect chest? This brought a laugh. So far you've told me that my neck and my back and my legs are perfect. Is there anything else? Peter moved his hand to Michael stomach and traced round that for a moment. Wow! How about that? Your stomach is perfect too. How did you know? Peter! I know how much you like me but are you just doing this to help me get better? Well! I wouldn't be having sex with you like this unless the Dr. had said it would help, because you're not 18 years old yet. Does that mean you don't really want to? Michael Weyland! I've wanted to ever since the very first day I met you. Why do you think I get a boner just about every time you touch me? How could I not want to when you've got the most fantastic body of anyone I've ever seen? You nearly drove me crazy sometimes when you were cuddled up close and I couldn't do anything. And if Dr. Wells says you're OK we'll have to wait again, till you're eighteen, because I won't have any excuse. Michael pulled Peter down for another kiss. We should do what we want then Peter, because Dr. Wells is going to say I'm OK. Would you show me what to do and then I could do it back to you? This morning happened so quickly. You want me to be the boss? Yes! Well! After all the bullying I've had I guess it's about time. All right Michael! Put your hands behind your head and don't move them unless I tell you. OK? Michael nodded then watched while Peter examined and played with his body for nearly twenty minutes. Peter discovered that Michael was extremely sensitive from his knees and up his inner thighs. Just moving his finger lightly up towards Michael's groin was enough to set his balls twitching in their pouch. His balls were also very responsive and would tighten up with a small amount of manipulation. Peter also found that lightly moving his finger in Michael's bellybutton would have him gasping in moments. Peter first brought Michael close to climax by gently and slowly working his cock. Michael kept asking him to go faster but Peter kept his steady pace until Michael couldn't stand it and started thrusting into Peter's hand. Peter immediately let go and went to kiss Michael. You're not stopping Peter! You can't! What? Don't you like my kisses now? When Michael had calmed down Peter started the same slow stimulation again. This time he cupped Michael's balls with one hand and gently massaged them while he held the other hand round Michael's cock and used his thumb to slowly rub, tease and squeeze the head. When Michael started begging him to press harder and more often he once again stopped. Peter! You can't stop again! This is worse than all the tortures I've ever done. I'm not stopping Michael! I'm just checking your heart rate. It is a bit high. Do you think you need a rest? If you do that again I'll have to move my arms. Peter started again with one hand still cupping Michael's balls and the other slowly moving up and down his cock. The flange round Michael's cock head was very prominent when he was hard and Peter made sure he pressed this every time his hand was at the top. Slowly again, despite Michael's pleading, Peter kept going. First Peter felt the muscles of Michael's body tense up and then his hips lifted and pushed into Peter's hands. To the sounds of gasping, Peter felt the sequence as Michael's balls tightened hard up into his body and the tightness of his cock magnified for each moment of ejaculation. Whoops! Michael had lifted his head to watch himself and the main jets had splattered his face and hair. Peter held firmly till Michael stopped all his movements then when Michael collapsed in a heap he used the hand towel to clean him off. Peter lay down and hugged Michael to him. He hoped Michael would like this quiet close time the same way he did. Peter! How can anything feel like that? You liked it? I thought you said it was torture. Well it was torture but it was worth it. Peter can you hold me? I am. I mean down there. It feels nice even when it's soft. Peter obliged and they cuddled till Michael said it was Peter's turn. Michael followed almost identical actions to Peter, and when Peter was pleading for Michael not to stop he knew Michael was loving every minute. Peter had to answer Michael's questions about how everything felt and was he doing it right, and he wondered in his mind what Michael was thinking. Afterwards when they were snuggled close Peter and Michael talked. You must remember jacking off when you were younger Michael. Yes! But I don't remember it being anything like tonight. Do you jack off much Peter? That's a funny question. You know I do. But that was because I made you. I meant naturally. Oh! About once a day, but Jeremy told me he does it three times a day and Pete says about twice. No one talks to me about that kind of stuff. Michael! We weren't game. You never said anything and we thought it might be something to do with your big trouble so we just kept quiet. I didn't even know you were gay till I saw Dr. Wells two weeks ago. He told you? I think he was worried about my reaction if you came on to me when you were recovering. I know he's delighted that I'm gay too. Michael! I'm the first person you've been with aren't I? Michael went very quiet before he answered. You're the first good person Peter. Peter realized that unwittingly he'd asked another taboo question. Well! I hope I'm a good person. Hey! I bet you have a hard on when you wake up in the morning. What if I don't? Well you will. I'll cheat and make sure you do. Now! What shape are you going to sleep in tonight? Shape? Yes! Like me lying on top of you, or you lying on top of me, or spooned together, or nose to nose, or you in your normal knee squashing my groin position. Michael had to try them all out then so he could make up his mind. I like them all but we'll try the spooning one. They both had boners again by now, but preferred to enjoy their intimacy rather than get active again. Peter did have to cheat in the morning and he gently sucked Michael's cock till he woke. Peter! What are you doing? It's a nice way to wake up isn't it? I was dreaming about you and when I woke up it was almost true. Michael pushed Peter onto his back and lay on top of him. I liked this last night. Peter liked the feel of it too and he wrapped both his arms and his legs round Michael. See Michael! We're locked together now and we're stuck until you find the key. Michael was in no hurry to be unstuck though and they rocked slowly back and forth enjoying the feel of each other's maleness. Eventually Michael reached to hold Peter's cock but Peter got him to hold them both at the same time. Their tempo increased till they both reached a climax and relaxed quietly, still holding each other. They cuddled and whispered things to each other till Michael moved off and lay beside Peter. Did I hurt you very much Peter? What? Just then? No! When I blackmailed you. Michael! Once I knew what was happening I was glad you did it. But it did hurt you? Yes! It did hurt because I'd always thought of myself as a good person and suddenly it seemed like I wasn't. That was the worst thing. It wasn't quite as bad as it could have been because somehow I couldn't make myself believe that I really had done that. I'm sorry! Can I talk to you? Michael! That's a funny question. You already know the answer. It's what happened before you knew me. Peter's mind whirled into overload as he wondered what he should say. Oh! Right! It hurts me if you don't know why I've done things. Peter hugged Michael close. We don't want that do we? Come on then and tell me whatever you want. Michael told his story and Peter could hardly cope. He was crying most of the time and wanted to tell Michael to stop but he knew he couldn't because he was the first person Michael was opening up to. When Michael finished Peter sat quietly till he pulled himself together. Michael Weyland! You're a cheat! You've had me spouting on to you about what being brave means when you're the bravest person I've met in my life. Do you know that Dr. Wells calls you a miracle? Peter got Michael to get dressed and they walked for nearly an hour along the lonely beach past the wild winter surf. The tumult of the last few days had changed both their lives and they had much to talk about. Michael! I won't tell anyone your story. I think that's up to you but do you think you would be able to tell Andrew or Sam or Pete? I don't want to tell anyone Peter but I've been thinking about it too, and I've decided to tell everyone in our house, so I don't have any secrets from my friends. Tell Andrew first. I think he's the most puzzled because he knows more than the others. I think you should ask Dr. Wells about this though because he'll know what you should do. Michael had a particular worry on his mind. I'm a bit scared Peter. If I become a real person I mightn't know what to do. That's daft! Of course you're a real person. You're not right this time Peter. Dr. Wells knows what I mean. It's a kind of plan he worked out with me of how to do the same things ordinary people do. When they got back they packed up and set off for home. In Geelong it was 10 AM so Peter got Michael to call the doctor's office, and he was able to see Michael that afternoon. The End of Part Twenty-six. ###Author's Note### Michael doesn't want the details of his trauma related because they are particularly nasty and not appropriate for this story. Iarwain.