Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2023 14:34:36 +0100
From: Steve <cutrose406@gmail.com>
Subject: Luke's Big adventure (revised) - 3

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Luke's big adventure - 3

A story by Steve Rose

Luke and Mike made their way downstairs and they arranged themselves so
that Mike could open the door and his best friend would stand in front of
the door looking defiantly hostile. When they were ready, the teenager
nodded and the door was opened, but he was surprised to see nobody from
the media in sight but instead it was his swimming coach, Paul, and
standing beside him were his training partners Adam, Zac and Chris.
Before the stunned youngster could say anything, Paul said,

`I spoke to your mum and dad who are sorry that they can't get back
until tomorrow but, with their agreement, I and your friends are here to
help. Let us in, please.'

Luke stood back and the group came into the house and Mike closed the
door. Luke recovered himself sufficiently to suggest that the party
should go through to the kitchen and pointed to the door at the end of
the hallway. Mike followed the group and was then introduced,

`This is my best friend, Mike. He's been staying here and supporting me
while my mum and dad are away. He's the best mate anyone could gave and
he also happens to be the kindest, wisest and cleverest person I know.
People say I'm smart, but Mike here leaves me for dead. So whatever your
plan is, coach, I want my best friend to be present to hear what you have
to say.'

Paul nodded and then began to speak again,

`As I said, I spoke to your dad after Chris here told me about the
renewed media interest and we came up with a plan which I hope you will
agree to and which I also believe will greatly relieve the media
pressure.'

The coach began to outline his strategy. He said that he had always
intended to issue a press statement praising the performances of his four
star trainees but not for a week or so. However, given the circumstances
he now thought it would be better to change the approach and to do it
sooner rather than later. Paul added that he had made a provisional
agreement with the media that they would stay away from the youngsters in
general and Luke in particular in return for them all attending a press
conference possibly as early as the following day. Luke looked uncertain
at this proposal but noticed his best friend trying to catch his eye and
when he did, Mike gave an imperceptible nod.

`So, coach, what would this press conference entail? Would we all have
to answer lots of questions? I don't know about the others, but I don't
loke being in the spotlight.'

Paul sighed and then responded,

`I believe that all four of you teenagers have a great future in
swimming and, frankly, if you are as successful as I believe you could
be, I'm afraid you are going to have to learn to deal with being in the
spotlight. Tomorrow, I assure you I will do my best to help you and I'll
end the meeting if I think you or anyone else is not coping well.'

Luke looked at his fellow training partners and said,

`I'm sorry I've got you involved in this mess.'

Adam (or maybe it was Zac, it was difficult to tell) responded,

`We agreed with coach, we want to support you and we are here for you.
On this matter I speak for my brother as well.'

`And I agree with the other two and my uncle', chimed in Chris, `we
won't abandon you to deal with this on your own.'

Reassured by their support and the unspoken but obvious endorsement from
his best friend, Luke eventually nodded,

`OK. I agree. Now, can I offer anyone something to eat or drink?'

Mike opened his friend's family fridge and produced a range of food that
would satisfy every taste and distributed plates to everyone. Paul looked
slightly disapprovingly as the teenagers piled their plates with a huge
amount of food but chose to say nothing about it.

As the youngsters ate, Paul went on to discuss the logistics of the press
conference. Firstly, he would introduce the quartet and then make a
statement about the group's recent success before saying that he and the
swimmers would be willing to answer questions. He suggested further that
the boys should wear smart casual clothes and that the timing for the
event should be after the regular morning training session. He ended by
saying that they should be prepared for a lot of flash photography.
Having outlined the plan the coach looked at the four youngsters and
received their consent. Although not really part of the group, Mike had
nodded his agreement too. Paul said,

`OK that's agreed. Now I think it would be a good idea if you all
stayed around but leave me in peace to write my statement and discuss it
with you before I get approval from senior members of our regional
association. Once it has been approved, we can go ahead as planned.'

Luke took his cue and said,

`Perhaps it would be best if you came upstairs to my room and we can
hang out there.'

The group of teenagers made their way upstairs and the first to arrive
were the twins who were awed by the size and space of the room. They
shared a room at home but it was infinitely smaller than the one Luke
occupied. Chris looked around the room and noted that the bed showed
evidence of two people having occupied it. This fact, coupled with the
teenager's excellent sense of smell which detected the lingering odour
of spunk, made him glance at both Luke and Mike, who looked away
suspiciously quickly when the two made eye contact. Chris smiled to
himself as he stored his recently confirmed suspicion to himself,
intending to put it to use on a subsequent occasion. Mike who was rather
more observant than most picked up on the teenager's look and realised
that Chris knew that he was more than just Luke's best friend.

For the next half hour, the teenagers took turns playing video games and
lounging around waiting for Paul to call them back downstairs. Paul was
pleased that everyone seemed to be getting on so well, but even he, never
the most socially aware of person, noticed a slight atmosphere between
Chris and Mike. He made a mental note to ask his best friend what it had
been all about once the others had left.

A shout from their coach brought the group back to the kitchen. On the
way downstairs, Mike had whispered to Chris,

`I know you know but please don't say anything.'

The other teen grinned and replied,

`OK, but it will cost you. What are you prepared to do?'

`Anything to protect my best friend and I mean, anything.'

Chris grinned and nodded.

Paul read the statement to the teenagers who voiced no objections to what
he proposed and so the coach made a call to his regional superiors and,
after they approved it, he made a second call to confirm the date and
time of the press conference.

The following day, after a training session that had gone well, despite
the palpable air of tension among the trainees, the press conference took
place. It began with Paul leading the group onto a make-shift stage to
the flash of several cameras before he introduced himself and the other
members of the quartet alongside him,

`Good day, everyone, thank you for coming. In case you don't know the
people here, my name is Paul Smart and on my left is Zac Griffiths and
next to me is his twin brother, Adam ...'

Paul's introduction was interrupted when the teenager sitting next to
him rolled his eyes and said, to the amusement of all present,

`I think you mean Adam is on the left, I'm Zac.'

A ripple of laughter ran through the room and relaxed the participants,
even Paul seemed to accept that he had, yet again, confused the twins and
then resumed his statement,

`I never get that right, sorry. Let's turn to the easier side. On my
immediate right is my nephew Chris Smart and on the far end is Luke
Townsend. These four teenagers are by far the best and most talented
swimmers that I have had the pleasure to coach and I have every
confidence that they will go on to even greater success in the future.

`As you know, last weekend, two of these four -- Chris and Paul won the
regional championship in their individual styles, Chris in free-style and
Luke in the breast stroke and together they won the relay title. Although
neither Zac in the backstroke nor Adam in the butterfly won a title they
were very well placed and being among the younger competitors their
result bodes well for the future. I am proud of their success and they
should be as well. They are here to answer any questions you may have
today.'

Cindi, the reporter that had previously interviewed Luke, asked the first
question,

`Luke, congratulations on your success. You do know that local people
are proud of your success as well as your recent heroics. How are you
coping?'

Luke blushed and sat silent for a moment before he spoke,

`Thank you. I don't regard myself as being heroic, all I did was what
anyone would have done in the circumstances and after that I just wanted
to concentrate on my swimming training and do as well as possible in
every competition I enter.'

Other reporters asked similar questions, but Luke stonewalled them with
his original answer. The subject changed to the twins and one asked,

`Can anyone tell you two apart?'

`Not easily. Even our mum gets us confused at times!' Zac, or was it
Adam, answered on behalf of them both.

`Chris, what's it like being trained by your uncle? Do you get any
special favours?'

Chris looked at Paul and then replied,

`He's a great coach and I trust him to do the right things to help me
improve and, no, I don't get any special treatment. In fact I think to
some extent he treats me more harshly than the others or at least equally
harshly.'

The questions began to dry up and were replaced by more requests for
photographs, something which the teenagers reluctantly agreed to do.
Group photos some with Paul and some without, along with shots of the
individual swimmers alone were taken.

Mike had been allowed to attend the press conference but remained in the
background, looking out at the assembled media representatives. A shudder
ran through him when he recognised the face of one of the photographers,
none other than Kevin Hall. The teenager's concern was shared by one
other person who also knew the face all too well, Paul Smart had had
dealings with the photographer in the past.

Several years earlier, when he was a teenager Kevin had been sent to Paul
for swimming coaching. He had been a promising young swimmer but his
application was poor. Everyone hoped that the coach would put an end to
that sort of attitude and develop the latent talent the teenager had for
swimming. Keven had been 16 at the time and Paul in his early thirties
but looking younger. The training sessions had gone well and, as was his
habit at the time, Paul thought nothing of showering in the changing room
with his trainees. The coach was aware that several of the group of
teenagers admired his athletic physique and were fascinated to see his
large circumcised dick on full display. No-one was more interested in the
coach than young Kevin who could hardly keep his eyes off the man and
especially his cock. One afternoon, the teenager had lingered in the
showers until only he and Paul remained and that was the moment he made
his move. The coach was standing under the shower oblivious to the fact
that Kevin was reaching across him aiming to grab hold of his prick. As
soon as he felt the unfamiliar hand on him, Paul had jumped away and
glared at the youngster,

`What the hell do you think you're doing?'

Kevin stood brazenly in front of the coach, his own cock fully erect and
the fat head of his uncut cock poking out enticingly from his foreskin,
replied,

`I want to feel your cock and wank you off.'

Tempted though he was by the offer, Paul replied firmly,

`That is not going to happen. I'm your coach if I allowed you to do
that I could lose my job.'

The horny teenager had merely shrugged and looked around him at the empty
changing room before replying,

`Who's to know? It could be our little secret.'

Despite his best intentions, the coach could feel his dick begin to
respond in a way that betrayed his desire. Kevin noted the change
immediately and made a second grab for Paul's cock, this time meeting
considerably less resistance. Although unused to a circumcised cock, the
teenager soon mastered the different technique needed to wank the older
man. To Paul's horror, Kevin moved closer and wrapped his hand around
both his own and his coach's erections and proceeded to work his wanking
hand around both shafts. Within moments both were moaning and pre-cum was
making the teenager's grasping fingers extremely slick, adding to the
mutual enjoyment. Being young, it was Kevin who reached his climax first
and his cum squirted out and coated the already very slick head and shaft
of the coach, whose orgasm burst almost immediately afterwards. As the
pair stood under the cascading water allowing themselves to be washed
clean, Kevin grinned at the older man and said,

`That wasn't too bad was it? I really enjoyed it.'

The teenager nimbly skipped out of the shower leaving his coach standing
alone under the water and after quickly drying himself and putting on his
clothes Kevin made for the exit. Turning at the door, he winked at Paul,
who was sitting on a bench looking completely stunned by what had just
occurred,

`Bye for now, coach. Thanks for the ... er ... extra training. Can't wait
to do it again.'

Paul sat with his head in his hand and vowed that he would never allow
himself to do anything so risky ever again. He was assisted in this
matter by the fact that Kevin's father decided that he no longer wanted
his son to carry on with his swimming but play football instead. The
coach felt a mixture of emotions at the news, relief that a possible
career ending disaster had been avoided and disappointment not only at
losing a trainee but at the fact that the enjoyable session he had had
with him would not occur again. Of course, in a smallish seaside town it
was impossible not to avoid bumping into people and so, every time he
encountered Kevin, the randy youth gave Paul a lascivious smirk and
pushed his hand into the pocket of his jeans and moved it up and down in
a more than obvious manner. This went on for a couple of years until
finally, to Paul's great relief, Kevin went away to art college.

Shortly after the `Kevin mistake' had happened, Paul's brother, Nick,
asked him whether he would be willing to teach his young son, Chris, to
swim. The coach had known the boy ever since he was born and like him
very much. The youngster was bubbly and a bit of a handful but was
amenable to being coached and quickly showed promise. A year or so after
starting coaching his nephew, Paul was asked to take on another talented
youth, Luke Townsend, although for some reason the coach decided to train
them separately and, after the twins were added to his list of trainees,
he paired them with Chris and `Fish' with Ahmad instead.

While these thought and remembrances were going through Paul's head,
Mike was also remembering his encounter with Kevin and his promise to
Luke to steer clear of him. There was no way to tell his best friend who
the photographer was and his concern only grew when he noticed that the
teenager was talking to the subject of his concern. The concerned
youngster tried to attract Luke's attention but his attempts to make eye
contact were obstructed by the other people milling about in the room.
When he got closer and could overhear some of what the photographer was
saying, Mike's worries increased exponentially,

` ... you ever want to have some really classy portraits done, do give me
a call.'

Luke had just nodded in response and, mercifully, the conversation had
been interrupted by Cindi, the young reporter who grinned at `Fish' and
said,

`Well, that wasn't so bad after all was it?'

Luke half-smiled back and replied,

`I suppose not, but I still don't like it very much.'

`What, winning and being praised for it?'

`No, just publicity and all the razzmatazz. I like to stay quiet, train
and get on with my swimming, without any distraction.'

`Believe me, Luke, if you keep on winning, you won't be able to escape
the limelight.'

On hearing this, the shy teenager nodded his head sadly.

Mike finally caught up with his friend shortly after this conversation
ended and said quietly,

`Can we have a word somewhere away from the crowd?'

`Fish' nodded and the pair walked off to a corner of the room well out
of earshot of the others. Looking series, Mike said,

`First of all, I want to tell you that the photographer you were talking
to is the one who I met the other day, the one I told you about and the
one you made me promise not to have anything to do with.'

A look of shock passed across Luke's face and he shook his head in
concern but before he could say anything, Mike began to speak again,

`And another thing you aren't going to like very much is that Chris
knows about us.'

This time `Fish' reacted,

`Knows ... about us? How?'

`I'm not sure but he virtually told me outright yesterday when we came
down from your room. I guess he saw the bed and made an educated guess or
.. I don't know.'

`Is he likely to say anything to his uncle?'

`I'm pretty sure he won't.'

Luke did not have tome to respond because Paul was approaching. The coach
grinned at one of his star trainees and said,

`Well, that went well, didn't it? Not as bad as you thought. I think
it's safe for us to go home now. Job done!'

The small band of media people were already leaving and shortly after the
teenage swimmers and their coach left. As they parted, Chris sidled up
beside Mike grinned, slipped a piece of paper into the teenager's hand
and whispered,

`Call me.'

Always willing to protect his best friend, the teenager nodded and then
joined Luke in preparation for returning home.

As they walked home it was clear that `Fish' was still highly agitated
as a result of what had happened in the past few hours and Mike did his
best to keep his friend calm, not least because he knew that his
friend's parents would be home soon. Trying to divert Luke's attention
onto something different, the teenager asked,

`Do you remember yesterday when you said all those nice things about me,
do you really believe them?'

Luke stared at his friend for a moment and then said, with great
seriousness,

`Of course I did. Every word I said is not only what I believe, more
importantly I know it's true.'

`You do now I could kiss you, don't you?'

`Don't you dare!'

`OK, but wait `til we get back home!'

Any plans that Mike might have had to take matters further were put on
hold as soon as they arrived back at Luke's house because his parents'
car was parked in the drive. They turned into the drive and Mr and Mrs
Townsend came rushing out to hug their son and thank Mike for being such
a good friend in looking after him during the time when they could not.

`Did everything go OK?, Mr Townsend asked anxiously.

Luke nodded and said,

`Yes, dad, it went fine and Mike being there helped a great deal.'

`I'm sure it did. Thanks, Mike for all your help today and all the
other times you've been there for Luke.'

Blushing slightly the youngster replied,

`It's my pleasure.'

`Can Mike stay for a while, dad?'

`As long as he likes, Luke.'

`I'd love to stay for a while, but I haven't been home for a couple of
days so I better go home soon and see my family.'

Luke acknowledged the point and said,

`Perhaps you could run Mike home and I could come too.'

Mr Townsend signified his agreement and went inside to tell Luke' mother
and get his car keys.

As soon as he had got home, greeted his parents and had something to eat,
Mike took the piece of paper Chris had given him out of his pocket and
dialled the number. When it was answered, the teenager said,

`Hi is that, Chris?'

`Who is this?'

`It's Mike. You said to call you.'

`So I did. I didn't expect you to do so as quickly as this, but it's
great to hear from you. Can you talk?'

`Not easily, my house is very full.'

`So's mine. Know any good places to meet for a ... chat?'

Mike told Chris he knew of a very good, quiet place, gave him directions
and agreed that they should meet in an hour. The already horny teenager
had been waiting for some minutes and thought that maybe the other young
man was not coming when he heard a noise and looked up to see the teenage
swimmer coming through the trees.

`This place is more difficult to find than you said but I'm here now.'

Mike smiled and indicated that they might like to go to the nearby cave
for more privacy. Once inside, Chris lost no time in making it clear what
he wanted to do by running both his hands over the front of Mike's jeans
and squeezing his already hard shaft. Mike quickly responded by pressing
his cock against the obvious bulge in Chris' jeans and reaching for the
zip.

`You're a keen one aren't you!'

Mike nodded and continued to remove the clothing from Chris who offered
no resistance and gave out an audible sigh as the horny teenager released
his cock and immediately began sucking him. Using the skills he had
already acquired the youngster licked inside his partner's foreskin and
teased his piss slit extracting aa first drop of pre-cum and causing him
to let out a loud moan of pleasure. As Mike continued to pleasure the
cock in his mouth and Chris gasped out,

`Go a bit slower, if you don't I'll blow my load in a few minutes and
I really want to enjoy this. You really are an expert cock sucker. If
this is what you do to Luke on a regular basis, he's a very lucky guy.'

Mike had his cock in his hand and was wanking it as he rhythmically
slurped up and down Chris' rampant shaft. Groaning more and more as his
sensitive head was teased by the expert tongue that was licking his cock,
Chris was already on the point of no return and began to face-fuck his
partner. Recognising the signs, Mike increased the use of his lips and
tongue on the underside of the shaft and the frenulum making his new
friend tremble with excitement as the wonderful feelings grew stronger
and washed him ever closer to the inevitable climax. Finally, Chris could
hold out no longer and moaned,

`Oh yes! ... yess!! ... yeeeeessss!! I cum ... mmm ... ming!!!'

Mike gripped the twitching dick between his lips and felt it throb as
spunk made its way to the widened piss slit and out onto his tongue and
straight down his throat, almost choking him in the process. As the last
drop of cum disappeared into his stomach, Mike's own cock sprayed his
cream all over the ground beside the still-standing Chris, who eventually
managed to sit down to recover his equilibrium. As he lay still, the
teenager murmured,

`Fuck, that was sooo good!'

Mike grinned back,

`I enjoyed it too! Have I ensured that you will keep your mouth shut
about me and Luke?'

`I think I might need a bit more persuading and then I'll keep my mouth
shut as long as you open yours to allow me to push my cock inside it on a
regular basis.'

Mike smiled broadly and nodded before the two teenagers readjusted their
clothing and went their separate ways.

The summer holidays were rapidly coming to an end and very soon there
would be only a few people left from among the many teenagers that had
been roaming the district for the past six weeks. One of the first to
return to school would be Chris, whose state school started a few days
into September and this meant that training sessions would move to the
evenings from then on. Among the last to return to school would be Luke,
Jake and Mike, the last of these disappearing for several weeks until his
boarding school half-term break. All these teens were keen to maximise
their time together and especially the opportunities to have fun. In
addition, the randy youngster had to try to fit in a few sessions with
Chris, whose cock he had begun to enjoy sucking and performing `69'
with. Mike's fear of returning to school and abstinence was coupled with
the emptiness he felt each time Luke's dick softened and dropped out of
his welcoming hole.

Now that Chris knew Luke's secret, he was even more teasing in the
changing rooms after swimming practice and he made it clear in gestures
and whispered comments that if ever Luke wanted to have some fun, he
would be more than happy to oblige in Mike's absence. The serious
teenager had begun to succumb to the incessant suggestions and hints from
Chris and knew that his resistance was crumbling, but he was not prepared
to do anything that might jeopardise his relationship with Mike, unlikely
though that was.

The end days of the summer holidays brought a number of events and some
surprises. The first surprise came after swimming practice at the start
of the last full week of the holiday when the coach came into the
changing room and announced he was going to hold a barbecue the following
Wednesday and all his trainees were invited and could bring along any
friends they wished to attend. The second event was also a barbecue which
was set for the last Saturday at Jake's house. The American's dad had
decided to repay the hospitality he had received from several members of
the Close and other members of the local community.

Paul Smart's house was set in a large plot of land and the coach had
told those attending his part that they should bring their swimming gear
with them. The house was quite small but in the rear garden there was an
open-air pool surrounded by a screen hedge. Alongside the heated pool
were two hot tubs. There was a patio the other side of the hedge and a
large barbecue grill sat squarely at the far end. Luke had, naturally,
invited Mike and had also asked if Jake could attend as well, a request
that was readily granted. As they walked away from where they stored
their bikes, the four teenagers bumped into Zac and Adam, arriving from a
different direction. The swimmers that were visiting the coach's house
for the first time were overwhelmed by what they saw and could not wait
to test out the pool and the hot tubs. Paul directed them to a small,
rather cramped changing area and the teenagers enthusiastically stripped
down to their swim wear. Chris, who had been at his uncle's house for
some time, led the guests towards the pool and said,

`The water's supposed to be heated but it is not very warm. Don't stay
in too long or certain parts of you might shrink to almost nothing, so be
warned!'

Undeterred, the six teenagers and their coach, all dressed in
tight-fitting speedos, jumped into the chilly water and began fooling
about, splashing each other, ducking each other and engaging in general
horseplay. Paul's white speedos became increasingly revealing as they
got wet and for those interested (which was all the teenagers except
Chris who had seen everything before) it was possible to discern the
outline of the ridge of his mushroom head. This was even more visible
when the coach stood up in the pool and when he went to sit on the side
rubbing himself dry with a towel.

When even the youngsters began to feel a bit cold, the transferred to the
hot tub and Paul went off to put on more clothes and prepared to greet
his brother and the rest of his family and then start the cooking.
Meanwhile, for those occupying the hot tub, Chris set the machine to
create a whirlpool effect. It was a bit of a squeeze but the boys managed
to spread out and lean against the side of the jacuzzi. As the bubbles
washed over and he relaxed Luke was suddenly aware that a hand was
creeping up his leg towards his groin and, thinking it was Mike who was
groping him, he opened his legs to allow better access. When the hand
made its way inside his speedos and cupped his balls and shaft in his
palm, the horny teen opened his eyes and smiled but was horrified to see
his best friend was on the other side of the tub chatting with Jake and
the twins. It was Chris that was standing directly beside him and the
horny teen winked and said,

`It doesn't feel as though that chilly water has shrunk you very much,
if at all!'

Mike overheard the comment and whispered,

`And the same is true of Jake!'

`And us', chorused the twins cheerfully.

Whether the barbecue host knew or guessed what was going on, he
interrupted the revelations by shouting across to the group of teenagers,

`Don't stay in the hot tub too long, my brother and I want to have a go
too while the grill is heating up. If the water's too cold in the pool
you can go inside and use the shower in the spare room and get ready to
eat. Food shouldn't be too long. I am expecting one more guest but they
haven't arrived yet.'

Grasping towels to wrap around their waist and cover the swollen bulges
in their swimming trunks, the six youngsters carefully climbed out of the
hot tub and went inside, led by Chris. The room they entered was as large
as the one Luke occupied in his own home, but the shower back there was
tiny in comparison to the one here. It could easily accommodate two and,
as the teenagers soon found out, more people at one time. With two
previously unseen cocks to ogle, the host's nephew overtly watched as
Luke and Jake shed their inhibitions and their swimming trunks to reveal
their semi-hard dicks. Mike, Jake and Luke also made no secret of the
fact that they were anxious to see the twins' pricks. They were not
disappointed because this was another part of the boys' anatomy that was
identical. The twins' pricks were long, thin, dark skinned and uncut
with just a tease of the head peeking out from the end of the foreskin.

Chris smiled with pleasure at the sight of so many familiar and new cocks
on display. Although he remained uncut, both his uncle and father were
circumcised and so he was not entirely unfamiliar with an attractive
prick like Jake's and Luke's dick was equally alluring. The teenagers
took turns to stand under the shower and be soaped up by the other five
who each made sure that no part of any of the others was left unattended
to: foreskins were retracted and thoroughly cleansed and holes were
probed with soapy fingers. Certain that they would not be disturbed
everyone was so absorbed in their enjoyable activity that they were
unaware that somebody else had entered the room. The newcomer caused a
momentary shock when he said in an audible whisper,

`So this is what you get up to when I'm not here.'

Luke recognised the voice immediately and cried out,

`Ahmad! You're back!'

`Yes. `Fish' I'm here in the flesh. Is there room for another in your
game?'

The group made room and soon the returnee was enveloped by the others who
paid the same attention to his body in the same way they had to all the
others. Mike particularly enjoyed washing Ahmad's dark-skinned cock with
its velvety cut head. Standing in a group on the large shower tray, each
member of the group now had someone else's dick in their hand which they
began to stroke vigorously. It did not take long before the first teenage
prick erupted, showering the others with cum. Chris had been edging for
some time before the guests arrived and was the first to go over the top,
brought to orgasm by Luke's well-trained hand. Although he was spent,
the horny teen remained in place wanking his neighbour's cock and
watching for the next person to climax. In the end, it was a dead heat
between the remaining horny youngsters who within seconds of each other
seemed to produce an unending splatter of spunk that plopped onto the
floor of the shower, which was still running. The warm water washed not
only the naked bodies but also the shower tray clean.

`That was hot!!' Jake exclaimed as he dried himself off and his
sentiment was endorsed by the others randy youngsters.

Luke was getting dressed, sitting next to his old friend, Ahmad and
asked,

`So, Ahmad, are you coming back to training any time soon? We all
thought you'd gone to Pakistan for good.'

The tall Asian smiled and replied,

`I hope to come back to training next week after I go back to school and
I'm glad to be back home. I tell you there's no way I'd want to live
in Pakistan, I hated it over there, too much smothering and restriction.
My extended family are very traditional and very religious, lots of
praying and visits to the Mosque. My parents took me out there with the
intention of finding me a wife. They had talked to another family that
had a daughter and reached some kind of accord. The daughter and I were
intended to get engaged and then, after I finish Uni and get a good job,
we would marry. I'd never met the girl before this visit and she was
still very young and quite sweet in a way but not my type as I guess you
have all realised today. Of course, I couldn't tell my parents or the
extended family my real reason for refusing to agree straight away.
Instead, I pretended that I'd like to have time to think before
deciding. The more they pressured me; the more I resisted and finally,
they agreed I should come back home and that the matter would be shelved
until next year.'

Ahmad's audience had listened in silence and when he finished they all
reached over and gave him a group hug.

By the time they were dressed, Paul was shouting for them to hurry up and
come back outside as the food was cooked and getting cold. The boys
helped themselves from the plates of food and then carried their piled-up
plates and bottles of soft drinks over to a grassy area and sat down.
Paul and the rest of his family were seated a short distance away, giving
the teenagers enough space to chat among themselves but join in a general
conversation if they so desired. Mike and Jake went back for second
helpings but Chris, Adam, Zac, Ahmad and Luke decided against eating any
more food, conscious of their training schedule. When everyone had
finished, Paul clapped his hands to get attention and said,

`I don't want to be a party pooper, but some people here, including me,
have a training session tomorrow morning, so I hope you don't mind but I
think we should be thinking of winding up in the next ten to fifteen
minutes.'

Stuffed full of food, the teenagers started to their feet, picked up
their empty plates and drinks bottles and took them back to the area near
the grill. The visitors each thanked the coach for his hospitality and
expressed their appreciation of the food and the chance to use the pool
and hot tub. Paul nodded and said,

`Thanks for coming. It has been my pleasure to have you here and I
wanted to do something to celebrate your hard work and success over the
last year and to welcome back Ahmad to our group.'

After a renewed round of thanks, the guests made their way towards the
gate and the journey home. After they parted with those that went in a
different direction home, Luke and his two friends walked slowly back
towards the town centre. As the went along, Jake said,

`I hope my dad's party on Saturday is as exciting as the one we've
just been to.'

Mike grinned and said,

`I'm sure we'll try our best to ensure that it does! I need to stock
up on as many horny memories as I can, because I'm going to have to live
like a monk until I come home for half-term!'

`I sure all your friends will be more than willing to help you with
that!' Jake said with a broad grin.

Over the remaining days of the holiday the swimmers went to training and
met for other activities as often as they could, although not all of them
could attend all of these meetings because of family commitments.
Everyone was, however able to reserve the Saturday night for Jake's
barbecue. Luke was particularly keen to keep his best friend safe and
encouraged him to spend time with his family and away from the attentions
of both Kevin and Jimmy.

The date of the much-looked-forward-to event was only two days before the
barbecue an event took place that rocked the teenagers' world. Early in
the evening the normally quiet Close was interrupted by a disturbance
near the house where Jimmy lived. The teenager was being manhandled out
of the door and a small backpack was thrown after him and his father was
shouting,

`Get out!! I never, ever want to see you again!! You are a disgrace to
me and your mother as well as the rest of the family.'

The beleaguered teenager stood in the middle of the street, looking
forlorn and bewildered and observed by several of his neighbours who had
come outside to see what was going on. There were some among them that
wanted to go over and find out what the matter was and ask whether there
was anything that they could do to help. After several adults had tried
to talk to Jimmy to no avail, it was Mike who had been friendly towards
him over the years who finally got him away from the crowd and suggested
that they might go somewhere quiet to talk. Still looking stunned and
uncertain, the teenager agreed and his erstwhile friend led him up into
the woods behind the houses and towards a more secluded spot. When he
found a suitable area where they could sit, Mike said sympathetically,

`Jimmy, what on earth has happened?'

The forlorn youngster looked on the verge of tears as he replied,

`My dad found those pictures of me. You know the one that I showed you a
few weeks ago, well there were more and in some of them I was sorta doing
stuff, you know like sucking someone's dick and that. Well I thought I
had found a fantastic hiding place, somewhere no one ever went, but my
dad was looking for something and disturbed the things that were on top
of these pics. When he realised what they were and that I was in them, he
went ballistic, came storming into the house, crashed into my room and
started attacking and punching me, called me a slut and a fag. He kept
asking me who else was in the photos and who took them, but I ain't a
grass and I wouldn't tell on anyone. So when he realised I was staying
silent, he put some clothes in a small bag and just shoved me out of the
door and threw the bag out after me, just like you and everyone else saw.
What should I do?'

`Do you think he'll come round, your dad?', Mike asked more in hope
than expectation. `If so, I could ask my parents if you could stay with
me until it blows over.'

`Thanks for the offer I'm really grateful but no way will my dad come
round. You should have seen his face and the disgust he obviously felt
towards me so I couldn't go back there anyway and I don't think I'd
want to. I'm going to get away, maybe go to London, somewhere miles away
from this dump of a town,' came the defiant reply, signalling a bravado
the youngster did not really feel.

Accepting Jimmy's determination, Mike said sympathetically,

`Can I ask, was it Kevin that took the photos?'

A look of surprise crossed Jimmy's face before he answered,

`How did you know? Has he tried it on with you too?'

`He tried once but I've managed to avoid him since then, but maybe he
could help you.'

A hopeful look crossed the troubled teenager's face,

`Yeah, that's a great idea. He said he knew people who could always
find a job for a willing youngster like me. I'll go to see him right
away. I'll go the back route and please, please don't tell anyone where
I've gone or what this is all about.'

Mike nodded reluctantly and watched as Jimmy picked up the bag of his
belongings and disappeared. The teenager waited a few more minutes and
then made his way slowly back to the Close, hoping that he had given
Jimmy enough time to get clear of the area and that Kevin would be able
to help the desperate youngster.

When he got back, Mike told his parents and some of the neighbours that
he had had a brief chat with Jimmy, who did not tell him very much, but
was very upset. The teenager said he tried to persuade the youngster to
come back with him but he had just said no and run off. One of the adults
had decided they should call the Police and there was a general consensus
that this is what they should do. Several days later, the full story
became known. Jimmy had managed to get to Kevin the photographer's
house, explained what had happened and the older man had bundled him into
the back of his van and taken the teenager to the nearest large station
and paid for his fare to London and given him a number to contact when he
arrived. All attempts to follow up on the information had hit a brick
wall. Jimmy had been swallowed up into, and was being protected by, the
dark world of teenage exploitation. As for Kevin, he had returned home,
destroyed all the incriminating photographs in his possession and
disappeared. The Police had had their suspicions of Kevin and he was
their first suspect when Jimmy's father had told them what he had
discovered, but it was too late, by the time they went to interview the
photographer was long gone.

The events of that evening had quite dampened the horny teenagers'
appetite for sex and when Mike was finally able to talk alone to his best
friend, the youngster was clearly shaken,

`That was too close for comfort! My parents could have found the
pictures Kevin took of me but as you know I destroyed them. God knows
what might have happened if I hadn't! I'm really glad I followed your
advice.'

Luke hugged his teenager and made it clear that he was still happy to
support him and he pressed his body hard against Mike's thigh so that
his best friend could feel the rock-hard cock inside Luke's trousers. He
didn't need to say anything more and, if any adult had seen them
together, they would have assumed that the youngster was upset and his
friend was just being supportive. When they eventually separated, Luke
whispered,

`This just goes to show, we must be very careful and always on our
guard. I think our group is tight and we will be able to stick together
and, in any case, you'll be back at boarding school soon. I know it's
not your favourite place but under the circumstances it probably is for
the best. When you come back at half-term, I'll make sure you have a
number of sleepovers at my house. I'll miss you so much.'

Mike's face broke into a half-smile and then said teasingly,

`Do I really have to wait until half-term? There's still Jake's family
barbecue as well as a few days left of this holiday.'

Luke laughed and said to his friend,

`You're absolutely right, Mike, lets arrange a sleepover before you go
away to school and hopefully then you'll have even more happy memories
to put in your wank bank.'

`Yeah! And would it be cheeky if I asked you whether Jake could come
too?'

`Not in the slightest, consider him invited!'



To be continued?



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