Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2023 11:17:45 +0000
From: Steve <cutrose406@gmail.com>
Subject: Luke's Big Adventure - 16

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Luke's big adventure - 16

A story by Steve Rose

When he discussed the Loughborough invitation with his Headteacher, Mark
had received an assurance from him that he would have the full backing of
the school. In addition, Mr Andrews had, somewhat reluctantly, agreed not
to say anything publicly until after the outcome of selection was known.
Apart from his parents and immediate friends -- Jake, Mike and Sam --
only a couple of teachers knew what was in the offing. It was, therefore,
no surprise when Luke was able to slip away and unnoticed early to set
off for Loughborough.

After he and Jake had finished their lunch, they managed to slip away to
have a few private moments together before Luke went to meet his mum.
They found an empty classroom and went inside, closing the door behind
them. Jake pulled his boyfriend into a tight embrace, making sure that
they were pressed closely together with each of their erections squashed
against the other. The loving pair kissed deeply but broke apart after
only a short time because they were acutely aware that they had neither
the time nor was this the place to go any further. As he broke the
embrace, Jake said quietly,

`I love you so very much, Luke. I know you're going to do well in
Loughborough and I will be even more proud of you than I am now.'

Luke kissed the American teenager's neck as he whispered in reply,

`I love you too and I am going to do my level best so that your faith in
me is justified.'

As the British teenager finished speaking, the bell for the start of
afternoon classes was ringing, so the lovers had to leave the room. Jake
opened the door carefully, looked out and signalled that there was nobody
around so they parted with Luke going in one direction and Jake in the
other. As luck would have it, neither of the teenagers ran into any of
their classmates or teachers as they made their separate ways. In any
case, Luke had a free period and walked in the direction of the Common
Room but veered off to leave the school building by a side door. He
walked towards the visitors' car park where his mum was waiting to drive
him to Loughborough.

The ride to the venue was relatively smooth and the traffic was
surprisingly light. This enabled the teenager and his mum to chat amiably
during their journey. Although Luke had taken part in championships
before, this event was far and away the most important he had ever
competed in and he was feeling a combination of excitement and anxiety as
they drew nearer to the venue. Molly Townsend was sensitive to her son's
feelings and tried to ensure that the conversation was kept light and
cheery, something which Luke appreciated as he fought to keep his
conflicting emotions under control.

When they arrived, Molly helped the teenager unpack his bag from the boot
of the car and then hugged Luke and said,

`You know your dad and I love you very much and are very proud of you
and all you have achieved. We know that you'll do your best and are sure
you will be successful. I hope to hear some good news when I pick you up
on Sunday afternoon.'

`Thanks, mum. I will do my best but I don't know if they will tell us
right away, so there may not be any news to give you when you collect
me.'

Molly gave her son another big hug, kissed him on the cheek and watched
as he made his way towards the building reception area. At the doorway,
Luke turned and waved just before he went inside and Molly, with a sigh,
got into the car and began the journey home.

As he approached the reception desk, the young woman, who was sitting
there, looked up and gave Luke a welcoming smile. In response to her
unasked question, Luke gave his name and was, in return, given a folder
containing important information about the timetable of the weekend and
instructions on how to find his room, which he would be sharing with
another teenager.

Following the directions he had been given, Luke headed towards the
stairs and had just reached them when a familiar voice called out,

`Luke Townsend! It's great to see you here!'

Paul Smart was standing and smiling as the teenager turned and walked
towards him. After shaking hands with his former coach, Luke replied,

`I could say the same to you. It's nice to see a friendly face! I'm
sorry I haven't been in touch since ... since the funeral.'

Paul nodded and then said,

`I quite understand, Luke. In any case, I've been busy up here and
settling into my new coaching role. Of course, I'm independent but I
wanted to wish you good luck; the competition is strong but you should be
OK if you hit your best form. You'd better get off and find your room
and get settled in before the initial briefing which is due to start
quite soon.'

Luke smiled and responded formally,

`Thanks, coach. I will try my hardest.'

When Luke found the room he was to share with another participant, the
door was ajar and he pushed it open and went in. A dark-haired young man
was sitting in a chair by one of the beds. When he saw Luke, he grinned
and said, in a Welsh lilt,

`Hi, I'm Gareth Thomas, but call me Gary, I'm here for the diving
competition and you, I assume, are Luke Townsend. I'm pleased to meet
you even more so because I'm sure you're not a rival. I know all the
divers who are likely to be here and I've never met you before, so, what
do you do?'

Luke had been taken aback by the fact that his roommate knew his name and
it took a moment before he replied,

`I swim breaststroke so definitely not a rival, but tell me how did you
know my name?'

Gary laughed,

`When I checked in, I did a bit of detective work. We have been
allocated our rooms in alphabetical order unless we are competing in the
same trial. I looked at the list of names we have in our folder, didn't
know who you were and assumed, rightly, that you would be my roommate. I
come from South Wales, where are you from?'

After Luke responded, Gary looked at him with a serious expression before
saying,

`Wasn't that the place where there was that terrible accident? Someone
was killed, wasn't he?'

Luke was surprised that his roommate knew about the accident and took a
moment before he nodded and responded,

`Yes, Chris Smart, the boy who was killed, was a member of my club. We
were sort of rivals but friends as well. It was awful and I feel I'm
here to swim for him as much as for myself.'

Gary waited a moment and then said,

`I'm sorry to hear that but don't just swim for him, swim for
yourself! If you're here you are good enough in your own right, so
don't put yourself down.'

Luke looked away unwilling to let Gary see that he was fighting back
tears and, after putting his bag away, turned back and said,

`Thanks, I know you're right but it's still hard. Gosh, look at the
time, I think it's time to go to our briefing.'

The meeting was quite short and merely reiterated what was already set
out in the competitors' folder but it allowed everyone to get to meet
their peers. When it was over, groups of teenagers mingled together
before making their way to the canteen for their evening meal. Luke found
himself walking into the serving area alongside an international swimmer
called Tom, a current member of the junior squad called Dean and a fellow
competitor, Charlie, who was a freestyle swimmer.

The quartet picked up their food and found a table. The two more senior
swimmers took the initiative and Luke was nonplussed when he heard the
member of the junior squad speak.  If he had closed his eyes he would
have thought that somehow Jake had insinuated himself into the
competition because the young man sounded exactly like him. Noting the
strange look on his audience's face, Dean grinned and said,

`I guess you are wondering how someone with an American accent can
possibly be a member of the UK junior squad. The answer is that my
parents are both British, I was born here but my dad's job took him to
America and I've lived there since I was five years old. Currently, I
attend school in Florida and I have an athletic scholarship. This means
that my fees and accommodation are covered, however, don't get me wrong,
I still have to do well in my academic classes but, in return, I get
excellent facilities and coaching. Everyone over here is very happy with
the arrangement and I am free to swim for the UK whenever they want me.'

Luke nodded and said,

`That sounds like a fantastic opportunity.'

The conversation moved on to other topics but the teenager continued to
dwell on what Dean had said and the germ of an idea began to form,
although Luke recognised that many things would have to fall into place
if it was to come to fruition.

When the meal was over, some of the teenagers sat around chatting for a
short while, but most, including Luke, decided to have an early night
ahead of the strenuous weekend activity. As Luke entered the room, to his
surprise, Gary was already in bed and chatting to someone on his phone.
On seeing his roommate, the Welsh boy quickly ended the conversation,
before saying

`Just phoning my girlfriend. She's a bit pissed I'm not there this
weekend for a family party but I told her this was my one opportunity and
I had to be here. Do you have the same problem of balancing your swimming
with your social life?'

Luke thought carefully before he replied,

`Not as much as you. I have a good understanding with those who are part
of my social life.'

Silence reigned for a short while before, by mutual agreement, the
teenagers turned off the light and went to sleep. It took Luke a while
before he succumbed as his brain would not allow him to relax as the
memory of Dean's comments continued to buzz around his head. Eventually,
the need to rest won the battle and he fell asleep.

Gary was awake bright and early and, by the time Luke had awoken, the
diver was up and dressed and getting ready to go to breakfast. Once the
shower was free, the sleepy teen got up and emerged a short time later
feeling refreshed. He got dressed and followed Gary to breakfast.

The breaststroke group were set to meet at the gym for their first
session together. The coach assigned to the group explained that there
would be a rigorous training and fitness session, after which each
swimmer would be given a time trial. After lunch, the competitors would
do more training and a second set of trials would take place. At the end
of the afternoon, a list would be published of the two groups each of the
swimmers would compete in the following day. The winner of each race
would be joined in the final by the four fastest losers.

The programme was rigorous and quite tiring but Luke survived it well. He
made a good time in the speed trial, although somewhat shy of his best.
He was disappointed but determined to improve his performance during the
second speed trial. From time to time, when there was a break Luke could
see the divers and watched as Gary performed what looked like an
extremely complicated manoeuvre with great aplomb. Luke admired his
roommate's physique and the pleasing bulge in his speedos but did not
have long to rest before it was time for him to swim again. On this
occasion, Luke swam much better and faster and was delighted by his
performance and time. Like the others in his group, he waited anxiously
for the publication of the team list for the following day. When it
appeared, Luke was not disappointed. He had managed to avoid the fastest
swimmer, Ricky, and was in the same team as George, Andy and Peter, all
of whom had been slightly slower in the trials. Nevertheless, he was
determined to take the opposition seriously and not to be complacent.

The whole group of breaststroke swimmers went to eat together and,
despite their rivalry in the pool, everyone was friendly. Luke had
enjoyed seeing the group in the changing room and had the opportunity to
admire their fir, athletic bodies and have a glimpse of their dicks. Even
had he been tempted to take his interest further, Luke felt not only an
obligation to Jake but also he was tired from the day's exertions. At
dinner, the group sat in a random order and Luke sat alongside two of the
members of the rival team, Bill and Steve and they laughed and joked
together, albeit rather nervously. At the end of the meal, Luke had a
quick chat with Paul Smart but the conversation was rather bland and
reserved on both sides. Paul's only advice was that Luke should have a
good night's rest.

As on the night before, Gary was in bed by the time his roommate got back
and they both exchanged a few words about how they had fared during the
day. Gary was doing well and lay second in the diving competition and
hoped to move up to first place in the final rounds. Luke reported that
he was doing well but would need to step up a gear if he was to be
successful in gaining a place on the team.

The following morning both teenagers were up, dressed and ready for the
day at an early hour, although Luke was not due to swim until later in
the morning as his group would swim after the conclusion of the
backstroke event. All the swimmers assembled at the poolside to watch the
other competitions until it was their turn. When the breaststroke group
were called forward, Ricky's group went first and all four swimmers set
a challenging time with the strongest swimmer leading the way and winning
easily. By contrast, Luke's race was much tighter and he had to swim
hard to win. There was a brief hiatus while the officials decided who
should swim in the final round. Ricky and Luke automatically qualified as
did the two fastest losers from the faster swimmer's group. The final
places went to George, so only two swimmers missed out but they took the
news well and offered their congratulations and support to the surviving
competitors. The final race began with a false start by Steve and there
was a rather nervous re-start which saw Luke start slowly, having
hesitated just a tad too long before diving in. By the turn, however, he
had clawed his way back and was lying third. Luke was confident that he
had a fast enough finish to enable him to catch the second-placed swimmer
and did so halfway down the final length. Ricky was now in his sights
and, in a nail-biting finish, the other swimmer held Luke at bay by
little more than a fingertip. At the end of the race, the two close
rivals embraced, both teenagers grinning and happy at how well they had
swum.

The swimmers moved away from the pool as quickly as they could because
there were more finals still to be concluded. They found a space at the
poolside and watched the remaining competitions before they all went off
to change, go to lunch and then prepare to return home. Luke sought out
Gary and discovered that his roommate had, indeed, managed to gain first
place and seemed a shoo-in for selection for the national squad. Luke's
group, along with all the other swimmers, had been informed that they
would not be told their fate immediately but would be emailed later in
the day. Gary said he thought that was rather frustrating for his new
friend and the pair swapped email addresses and agreed to keep in touch.
Luke was inclined to agree with Gary's assessment but maintained the
hope that he would be selected given his overall performance. He and Gary
embraced and agreed to stay in touch come what may. Having said his
goodbyes to the rest of his fellow swimmers and Paul Smart, the teenager
went to the car park where his mum was already there and waiting for him
to arrive. She gave her son a cheery wave and Luke was disappointed to
note that she was alone. He had hoped that Jake might have been offered
the chance to come and meet him for the return journey. Molly Townsend
got out of the car, kissed and hugged her son and then asked,

`Well, how did it go?'

`I was second in the final race so I am hopeful that I will get in but I
won't hear until later today. I don't know what the hold-up is but they
promised to tell us the news -- good or bad -- by this evening.'

Molly gave her son a comforting pat on the back and they both got in the
car and started the journey home. They had not gone far when Molly turned
and, looking serious, said,

`I'm afraid I've got some upsetting news. Jake has had an accident and
is in hospital. He has broken his wrist and has some cuts and bruises but
his parents expect he will come home either this evening or tomorrow
morning.'

`What happened, do you know?' Luke responded trying to sound calm.

`From what I can tell, he had an accident with his bike. He was riding
along and a car pulled out in front of him. He swerved to avoid a
collision but lost control and landed badly. His parents said that if you
wanted to see him when we get back that would be fine but to call them
first to see if he has come home or is still at the hospital.'

Luke just managed to avoid a four-letter expletive -- he never liked to
swear in front of his parents -- and said instead,

`That sucks and is such an unlucky thing to happen. I'd like to see him
if possible when we get back. Did the driver stop?'

Molly nodded,

`Oh yes, the driver called an ambulance. He claimed he didn't see Jake
before it was too late and was full of praise for the way Jake tried to
avert an accident. The Police are investigating but it looks like it was
a genuine accident.'

The Sunday afternoon traffic was surprisingly quiet and they made good
progress, arriving home much earlier than might have been expected.
Having spoken to his dad who expressed his pleasure in, and support for,
all his son's efforts. Once he had checked his emails, Luke called
Jake's house and was told that the American teen's dad was on his way
back from the hospital with his son who had been discharged. Luke asked
if he could go around to see his friend and was told that he could make a
short visit in a couple of hours but should not stay long as Jake was
likely to be tired.

Luke went to the kitchen where his parents were sitting at the table and
joined them for something to eat. He kept looking expectantly at his
phone. Eventually, his dad said quietly,

`If I can misquote an old saying "a watched phone will never produce an
email". I know you're keen to get the answer but it will come when it
comes. I think it would be good if you went to see Jake not too late and,
who knows, the result might come while you are both together.'

Luke knew that his dad was right and decided to go along with the
suggestion. He waited a short while longer and then walked around to
Jake's house. The family car was in the drive so Luke knew that his
boyfriend was home from the hospital. He was welcomed into the house and
Jake's dad said that his son was expecting him but warned again that he
should not stay long.

Luke went upstairs to his lover's room and was filled with trepidation
as he opened the door. The American teenager was lying back in bed and
appeared to be dozing. He woke the moment he saw the British teen and
forced a smile. Luke saw the black eye, the cuts on his boyfriend's face
and the cast on his wrist and wanted to cry. Instead, he moved closer
and, rather awkwardly, tried to embrace Jake who winced slightly but was
as keen to receive a hug as Luke was to give one. Luke stepped back and
exclaimed in mock indignation,

`What on earth have you done to yourself? I leave you for a couple of
days and when I come you look like this!'

Jake, who tried to laugh but found that it was too difficult, came back
with a quick response,

`It was a failed suicide attempt, I found I couldn't live without you
for as long as a day, let alone two! Seriously though, how did you get
on?'

Luke shook his head not only at the self-deprecating remark but also to
indicate that he still did not know for sure,

`I think I'll be OK but I only came second in the final race. I'm
waiting on an email.'

Jake grinned and said,

`I'm sure you've done yourself and me proud and the news will be good.
However, if you are at a loose end while you wait for the email, I've
got a bit of an itch that needs scratching.'

The injured American took hold of Luke's hand and guided it under the
duvet and straight onto his prick which was beginning to harden. Luke
knew immediately what was needed and began to wank his boyfriend gently
at first but steadily increased the pace and pressure of his action. Jake
lay back with his eyes closed and moaned gently as his lover used his
best efforts to maximise the pleasure he was giving. The British teen was
tempted to burrow under the duvet and suck the American's cock but was
concerned that they might be walked in on by one of Jake's parents. The
horny American had no such inhibitions and threw back the cover and
pulled the British teen down towards the tip of his dick encouraging Luke
to suck him off. The willing teenager happily slipped the velvety head
between his lips and used his tongue to tease the piss slit drawing a
loud groan of pleasure from Jake who began to push up to meet his
boyfriend's downward slurps. Tired and hurting though he was, Jake was a
more than willing participant and only regretted that he could not
reciprocate. The effects of Luke's skilful sucking brought the American
to the point of orgasm and he was rewarded with a fountain of spunk
shooting directly into his mouth and down his throat. With a satisfied
moan, Jake felt his dick throbbing as his spunk flew out and then lay
back.

`Thanks, I needed that! You are an awesome boyfriend!'

Luke grinned and said,

`The pleasure was all mine!'

With exquisite time, the moment the American's orgasm began to subside
was also the moment that Luke's phone pinged to indicate the arrival of
an email. The British teen anxiously opened his app and scrolled to the
message. Nervously, he opened it and a look of relief passed over his
face. Luke turned to his boyfriend,

`I'm in! I've been selected to join the national squad! Although I
don't want to leave, I do need to tell my parents. Give me time to get
home and in a little while I'm happy for you to pass on my news to your
parents.'

Jake nodded to indicate that he understood and Luke went downstairs,
thanked his boyfriend's parents and rushed home. As soon as he got in
the house, the look on their son's face told Luke's parents the news
that they and he had been hoping for. They came over to hug and
congratulate him but Luke's dad broke away and said,

`We are very proud of you, but you do realise that this is when the hard
work begins. You are going to have your plate very full what with
schoolwork, swimming and Jake.'

`I know, dad, but I sincerely believe that I can do it!'


I hope you liked this part of the story. If you would like to hear about
the continuing adventures of Luke, Mike and Jake and their growing band
of friends, let me know.

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