Date: Wed, 4 Oct 2023 17:03:35 +0100
From: Steve <cutrose406@gmail.com>
Subject: Luke's Big Adventure - 8

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Luke's big adventure - 8

A story by Steve Rose

Luke had fallen asleep but had slept fitfully, waking frequently during
the night and each time he did so the reality that Chris had been killed
hit him hard and he was overcome with emotion. The teenager's feelings
were, however, extremely confused. Luke had not known Chris all that well
but he had been a team mate and they had roomed together as well as
experiencing a few enjoyable sexual encounters. On the other hand, the
teenager's overwhelming feeling was one of relief that the victim had
not been Jake and this made the sensitive youngster feel guilty. Sometime
in the early hours of the morning, Luke had finally entered a deep sleep
but had woken at his usual time and, despite his emotional state, decided
to get up and dressed, fully intending to meet Jake and go with him to
school.

There was a tap on his door and Luke's mum popped her head into the room
and said,

`Are you awake, Luke? Your dad and I have just heard the news and we
have cancelled our appointments for today because we feel you need our
support.'

Luke groaned and replied,

`Yeah, I'm OK and there's no need for you to stay with me. I'll go to
school as usual.'

`Your dad and I don't think that's a good idea, not today. You may get
some delayed shock and in any case you need more time to come to terms
with what's happened and we want to stay home and support you. We've
already spoken to Jake's parents to say you won't be going in to school
today and they don't think he should go either. We also spoke to the
Headteacher and he agrees you should stay off at least until tomorrow.'

`Who else knows about Chris?'

`I think most of the swim team know and his school. We also told Jake's
parents, they said they would tell him. Apparently your former coach
Paul, who is his uncle, has sent an email on behalf of the family.'

`Oh right. I haven't checked my inbox yet. I'll read it now.'

`OK, dear, take your time, have a nice long shower and come down for
breakfast when you feel ready.'

As soon as his mum had left the room, Luke powered up his laptop and read
the email from Paul

`It is with the deepest sadness that I have to announce that my nephew,
Chris, was killed last night following an accident. He was a fine swimmer
and a valued member of the region's swim team. He stood on the cusp of a
brilliant career with international honours within his grasp. All those
who knew him found him to be a faithful and supportive friend and team
member.

As you can imagine as a family we are still in shock and trying to come
to terms with this terrible news. We ask that we be left alone for the
next few days in order that we can grieve quietly and mourn our loss.'

Tears welled up in Luke's eyes as he struggled to read the message. He
could see that it had also been sent to the other members of his swim
team and to a wide range of school friends and neighbours. To give
himself time to compose himself, Luke followed his mum's advice and took
a long shower, not particularly bothering to wash but allowing the warm
water to cascade over his body which was a very comforting feeling. It
also gave the teenager some time to come to terms with his feelings about
what had happened the previous evening and his reaction when he saw Jake
emerging virtually unscathed. He also wanted to think about what he felt
he needed to do once he was dressed.

The outcome of his deliberation was that he could see the sense of
parent's advice that he should stay at home for the day. Just the
comfort of their presence was really what he needed although he could not
express the idea in suitable words just as he couldn't really fully
comprehend his feelings about Jake. He also needed to make contact with
the other members of the swim team so that they could coordinate their
activities.

Having dressed and come downstairs, Luke went into the kitchen and sat
quietly while his mum and dad gave him their sympathetic support. He did
not feel like eating but accepted a cup of tea and searched for the words
to express his feelings. The teenager understood that his parents
understood that he needed time on his own but indicated that they would
be open to talking once he was ready. The teenager sat in the kitchen for
what seemed like a long time as he gathered his thoughts and then made a
decision. He looked at his mum and said,

`I think I need to send a message to Paul and Chris' family so I'll
reply to his message before I do anything else. Later on I want to go
down to where it happened, but I'd like to go with my team mates. Do you
think it would be OK to email them and suggest it for later today?'

`Yes, dear. I think both those things would be a good idea. I expect
that pour team mates will be off school today as well. I'm sure their
headteacher will be as sympathetic to how they are feeling as Mr Andrews
has been to you.'

For the first time since hearing the news, Luke gave a shy smile and
said,

`Thanks mum.'

The teenager reached for his laptop and typed a very short but heartfelt
message in reply to Paul,

`I don't really know what to say, I am just completely devastated.
Chris was a great supportive friend and a champion swimmer; I will miss
him. We will all miss him. I'm just so, so sorry.'

After he had sent his message, Luke realised that the one person he had
not contacted was his best friend, Mike, who had met Chris on several
occasions. He found the teenager's email address and forwarded Paul's
message to him with the heading `awful news'. Luke also emailed Jake to
ask how he was and to tell him of his plan for later in the day. When he
had sent both messages he sat for a while as he considered what to say to
his fellow swim team members. Finally he began to type, stopping every
now and then to read what he had written to ensure that he had got down
what he wanted to say and that the tone was to his satisfaction. Finally,
after several revisions, the sorrowful teenager had a complete draft.
Under the same heading that he had used in his message to Mike he wrote,

`I am sure you all feel as devastated as I do over the awful news about
Chris. I cannot think of any words to express how upset and heartbroken I
feel nor can I even imagine how his family are feeling right now. I hope
that we will be able to pay a greater tribute to his memory very soon
but, for now, personally I would like to go to the site of the accident
this afternoon about 3.30pm and I hope that you will feel able join me
there. We need each other as well as our families for mutual support at
this time as we come to terms with what has happened. I look forward to
seeing you later even if the circumstances are so tragic. I realise that
it may be difficult and  understand if you don't feel ready or able to
come. Whatever you decide, we must all keep in touch and support each
other through this difficult time.'

Before he pressed the `send' button, Luke showed his draft to his
parents who read it through and each gave a nod of approval. The older
Townsends might have written a slightly different note but they admired
the fact that their son had tried to hit the right balance in what he had
drafted.

Luke and his parents sat quietly together and waited for the responses to
the email come in. Mr and Mrs Townsend were acutely aware that this was
the first time their son had come face-to-face with the death of one of
his peers. Up until then the only deaths he had had to deal with were of
his elderly grandfather and an equally elderly great aunt. It would take
a while for the teenagers to come to terms with the fragility of
existence, even among those who were still young and had years of life
ahead of them, and how suddenly such hopes and future dreams could be
extinguished. Helping Luke come to terms with this reality of life and
death would take careful handling on the part of his parents but they
were determined to support their son in the difficult times ahead. Mr
Andrews had indicated that the school would also play its part by
offering counselling not only to Luke but also to other pupils in the
school that had been affected by the death of the young teen.

The silence was broken by the ping of the laptop indicating that there
was an incoming email. The twins, Adam and Zac, were the first to respond
to say that they wanted to join Luke as they felt that they needed the
mutual support that he was offering. Moments later Ahmad also replied to
say that he, too, would meet the others. The headteacher of their school
had paid tribute to Chris and offered help and support to all three of
his team mates who had been sent home for the day but were finding it
difficult to cope. Not long after these replies, there was a response
from Mike,

`Oh my God, what happened?'

Luke decided to reply to his best friend with as much information as he
could about the accident and said that once things became clearer he
would send more details but he did not really feel up to it right then.

The time passed slowly but eventually it was time to leave. Luke's
parents suggested that they ought to drive him down to near the site of
the accident and added that it might be an idea if Mr Townsend let the
local Police know what the swim team members were planning to do. Luke
accepted both offers but made it plain that he wanted the adults to wait
some distance away so that the group could pay their tribute in their own
way. On this understanding, the three drove and stopped close to the site
of the accident and, after Luke had got out of the car, went off to park
the car and wait at a discrete distance.

Luke was a bit early and there was no sign of the others as he walked
closer to the Police cordon. He was surprised to see several television
camera and media reporters still milling around, something that he had
not considered when he had suggested that he and his friends should meet.
The teenager stopped momentarily and looked around until he saw Cindi
standing among the other reporters and tried to catch her eye. After a
few moments, Luke was seen and the reporter came over to him,

`Hello, Luke, how are you feeling? Sorry, silly question and whatever
you say is not for publication.'

`I ... I'm still in shock but thanks for letting me know last night
about Chris it would have been even worse if the first I heard was on the
news this morning.'

`I was certain you'd want to know,' Cindi said quietly. `Why are you
here? Again not for publication unless you want it.'

Luke shook his head and replied,

`I and the rest of the swim team wanted to come and pay our respects. We
didn't know what else to do. Hopefully other friends from our schools
will come a little later as well.'

Cindi nodded sympathetically and smiled as she said,

`Yes, I'm sure they will come. It's quite a small town and many of you
know each other from other activities as well as from school. I'll let
you go and find your friends but if and when you want to talk, I'll be
waiting.'

Luke nodded and walked away, standing on his own as he waited for the
arrival of Ahmad and the twins. He did not wait long as the trio appeared
together a few moments later. As soon as they were close enough the
quartet joined in a complete all-embracing hug as they fought,
unsuccessfully, to fight back tears. They stayed in that position for
several minutes before finally breaking apart but linking arms as they
approached the Police tape that marked the barrier between the
investigators and the public. Even if he had not known them before, the
Police Officer on duty quickly recognised the group and quietly allowed
them through. A short distance further on, a senior Police Officer met
the quartet and led them closer to the site where the crash had taken
place and where the pilot and their friend had died. Coming to a halt,
the Police Officer said quietly,

`I'm afraid you can't go any further than this. We are still
investigating the area and in any case parts of the building are unsafe,
but please feel free to stay here for as long as you like.'

The group stood in silence for several moments as each of them were lost
in thought and grief. Ahmad was the first to speak. Quietly he said,

`I couldn't think what to do but my dad said I should bring a card for
us all to sign, so here it is and a pen to write with.'

The words were greeted with general approval and the group approached the
waiting Police Officer to ask if there was somewhere that they could use
to write on the card. She led them to a small area where there was a tent
being used by the investigators and permission was given for the
teenagers to use a table to write their messages. It took a while as each
of the four struggled to find the words that expressed their feelings but
eventually all of them had managed to write something appropriate. When
they had finished they solemnly took the card and laid it on the ground
as close to where Chris had died as was possible. The quartet linked arms
and bowed their heads before slowly turning and retracing their steps
towards the barrier, tears streaming down their faces as they passed out
of the investigation area. As they looked up, they saw streams of school
friends coming towards the barrier clutching cards, flowers and, in a few
cases, swimming trunks which they lay against the Police barrier. The
swim team members found themselves engulfed by their friends and
acquaintances as everyone sought comfort in their shared grief.

Jake, who like Luke, had endured a very disturbed night, had woken up
shaking and clearly suffering from some delayed shock. He had, he knew,
had a lucky escape and this was confirmed when he saw the massage about
the death of his friend, Chris. The American teenager's parents would
not allow him to go to school, judging like Luke's parents, that their
son needed to have loving parents around him to comfort him and help him
through the feelings of grief and shock. Although he was certain that
news of the death would have circulated around his school, Jake still
felt that he needed to do something and so he emailed many of his friends
to tell them about the swim team's plans to visit the site of the
accident.

Later in the day Jake had been driven into the town by his mom and
arrived just in time to see Luke and the other three teenagers go inside
the Police cordon. He left his parent at the car park and went alone to
wait nearby for his friends to return from inside the barrier. As he
surveyed the scene of devastation, Jake quickly came to realise just how
fortunate he had been to escape with only relatively minor injuries. He
started to move closer to the Police cordon as soon as he saw Luke and
the other three members of the team crossing back to his side of the
cordon, but before he could reach them, he and the swim team were
engulfed in a mass of teenagers all wanting to offer support to their
friends and to pay tribute to Chris. It was, therefore, quite a while
before the American could get close to his friends but once he was he
reached them, he was embraced and hugged by the swim team members. The
group of friends each gave vent, once again, to their feelings and tears
of grief and relief were shed in almost equal measure.

Unseen by most of the crowd of young people, the Smart family had slipped
quietly through the barrier and had gathered in much the same place that
the swim team had occupied a short time earlier. After they had stood in
tribute for a few moments and had read the message Luke and his friends
had left, all the family, apart from Paul, were ushered away. The coach
remained behind to view the huge number of cards, candles and swimming
clothing that had been left by the school pupils outside the Police
cordon. Uncertain what to do after they had paid their tributes, most of
the mass of students had drifted away, leaving only a few small groups of
teenagers standing quietly together comforting each other. Paul quickly
saw where his team members and Jake were gathered. When they saw him
approaching them, the teenagers ran towards him and hugged him tightly,
unsuccessfully fighting back tears. When, eventually, he was able to
speak, Paul said, quietly,

`Thank you for your love and support. The whole family appreciate what
you have done and the wonderful tributes that you wrote in your card and
messages.'

Luke sniffed back his tears and replied,

`I don't think we can understand how you are feeling, but it is almost
bound to be worse than we are feeling right now and we feel absolutely
devastated and grief stricken.'

The other four boys nodded in agreement and the group hugged for another
few minutes before Paul began to pull away,

`I'm sorry, I need to go, but thanks again and I'll be in touch a ...
about ... the ... er ... arrangements, as soon as I can. Once again thank
you.'

After Paul left there was a slightly awkward moment as the teenagers
struggled to decide what to do next. The group was torn between wanting
to comfort each other and the desire to go home to continue to grieve in
private with their parents in support. In the end, Luke took the lead,

`I know we will keep in close touch over the next few days and I hope
we'll meet regularly but it has been a stressful day for all of us and I
think we probably all need to get home.'

There was an almost audible sigh of relief from the others and they
nodded in agreement as the group began to break up and go their separate
ways. Ahmad and the twins went off on one direction and Jake and Luke in
another as they each went to re-join their parents who were waiting in
the nearby car parks. When they got close to where the cars were parked,
Jake grabbed Luke and hugged him tightly and the British teenager felt
the same frisson of emotion that he had experienced the night before
although, this time, he also felt that the feeling was shared by Jake. To
his embarrassment, Luke felt his cock stirring as the stayed hugging
closely and he quickly broke away hoping that his friend had not noticed.
It wasn't that they had not fooled around but their erections had always
been in that context not just caused by a hug. Jake had also experienced
a similar reaction and, equally confused by it as Luke had been, he was
pleased that they had broken apart before his reaction became obvious. In
an effort to divert attention the American teen asked, casually,

`You going in to school tomorrow, Luke?'

`Yeah, I think so. You?'

`I reckon I will. I'll call round at the usual time.'

`Yep. See you tomorrow.'

Luke spent the rest of the day quietly at home but from time-to-time his
thoughts kept straying back to what had happened between himself and Jake
not only the night before but earlier in the current day. He thought that
Jake had responded in a similar fashion but he could not be certain. It
was a problem that only he could solve as he did not feel able to talk to
his parents about what had happened, sympathetic though they inevitably
would be.

Unbeknown to the British teenager, Jake was having similar thought as he
tried to understand the reaction he had felt when he hugged Luke in the
car park. It was nothing like anything he had felt before and he decided
he needed time to process it especially as he was uncertain how his
friend might react if he told him.

The television evening news covered some of the events of the day at the
crash site and more details of the investigation. The pilot of a private
plane had suffered a heart attack and had tried to land the aircraft
safely away from built-up areas of the town. It was probable that he died
during the attempt and the plane crashed into the leisure centre as it
lost power and control. The building that it struck was badly damaged and
would take a considerable amount of time to repair. The pilot was named a
George Robson, aged 70, an experienced amateur pilot. The report
confirmed that the only other casualty had been a teenage champion
swimmer, Chris Smart, aged 17. There was footage of the local school
students laying their tributes, shots of the family arriving at the scene
and a quick shot of Luke and his friends just leaving the restricted
area. The local Police Inspector gave an update and paid tribute to the
courage and skill of the dead pilot along with a tribute to the young
swimmer who had died.

Although he was sure that Mike would have seen the coverage at his
boarding school, Luke decided to pass on the latest details to his best
friend by email. He also gave a brief account of the student tribute to
Chris. A little while later, he received a reply.

`Thanks for the update. How are you coping? I wish I could be with you
to help. Please let me know when the funeral is scheduled and I'll try
to attend. My family knew his family quite well so I've known him longer
that quite a few of you: we were at pre-school together but then went our
different paths but still kept in touch. We remained friends but not as
close as you and your team mates and the bond you had so I know how
difficult it must be for  you all. So please remember, I'm here if you
want to talk.'

Luke felt guilty for not remembering how close Mike's family were to the
Smarts but couldn't think what to say. He simply replied to Mike's
message thanking him and saying how sorry he was he had forgotten that
Chris was his friend too. The teenager thought about telling his best
friend about what had happened between himself and Jake but, in the end,
decided not to do so.

The following morning, as arranged, Jake appeared at Luke's door and the
pair cycled to school. On the way, neither teenager mentioned what was on
their mind. When they arrived at the school, the British boy held back to
allow Jake's friends to greet him and check that he was OK. Other people
checked on Luke as well but he brushed off the need to worry pointing out
that it was Jake that had been injured. Mr Andrews, the headteacher,
caught up with both teenagers and asked them to come to see him after
registration. The two friends went together to see the head and he
invited them into his office and said,

`First of all, I want to check that you are both OK and to remind you
that if you have any difficulties, any difficulties at all, please do not
hesitate to tell someone about what the issue is. Also, we have
counsellors on site who will be happy to help if you are struggling.
OK?'

Both boys said that they were fine and understood that appropriate help
was available should it be necessary. Reassured, Mr Andrews told the
friends to go back to their respective classes.

Luke and Jake made an arrangement to meet at lunch as usual and then
separated. When they met they both agreed that they had found it
difficult to concentrate but that they were getting there. Classmates had
helped and if they thought either of the teenagers was in difficulty had
rallied round in support. Luke took the chance at lunchtime to check in
with his friends at the other school and received a message back from
both the twins and Ahmad saying that their experience was much the same
as that of Luke and Jake and that they too were doing well under the
circumstances. It was agreed that they should meet again in town after
school and do so every day until they decided it was no longer necessary.
The swim team had received a message from their new coach, Brian, to say
that training would resume as soon as an alternative venue had been
found, hopefully in a few weeks.

As might have been expected things got slightly easier for all the
teenage friends over the coming days, although each would suddenly think
of something either about Chris or what they wanted to tell him and that
would start to make them feel upset. There was also a feeling of limbo as
they waited for news of the funeral which they all thought would be the
toughest hurdle they would have to face. Paul had contacted the swim team
to say that the family would like them to contribute a few words of
tribute at the funeral and the quartet had met several times to decide
what they wanted to say. In the end agreement was reached on two key
issues. The first, and most difficult to get right was the wording. In
the end they settled on a simple declaration of their love and admiration
for Chris and his achievements and the degree to which he would be missed
not only at the regional level but in terms of his potential national and
international career. The other key issue was that none of the teenagers
felt they wanted to speak publicly and asked that whoever was leading the
service would read the words on their behalf. A day after they had
settled their wording, Paul messaged again to say that the funeral would
take place a week the following Monday. In a sense, getting a settled
date eased one anxiety but the teenagers still knew that the day itself
would be a hard one for them to cope with. As soon as he knew the date
and time Luke contacted Mike who later replied that he would apply for a
weekend pass and come home on the Friday and return immediately after the
funeral.

In the days that followed, each of the friends had moments when they felt
they needed support and the general mood remained downbeat. Every time
the others offered their support, as did the teachers and the counsellor.
The general mood, at least for Luke and Jake rose somewhat with the
return of Mike, albeit only for a short time. The boarding school boy had
hardly been back an hour before he was setting up a meeting with his
American neighbour. The two friends hugged tightly and offered comforting
words to each other. For his part Jake was relieved that there was no
repeat of what had happened when he and Luke had embraced some time
earlier. Mike also contacted his best friend and arrangements were
quickly made for all three friends to meet on the Saturday morning.

Although things had been quite normal between Jake and Luke, the
following morning was the first time that they had met outside of school
and in a semi-private setting. Mike hugged Luke for what seemed like a
long moment and failed to notice the slight awkwardness between his two
friends. As was usual at the Townsend home, there was plenty of food
available and Luke's mum invited the other two to help themselves. After
thanking her, the teenagers retired to their host's room where a copy of
the tribute that the swim team had written was shown to Mike, who read it
and, with tears in his eyes, nodded his approval and commented,

`You're so right to say that Chris will be missed. I didn't see as
much of him after I went to boarding school and he moved to outside town
but he still was a good friend.'

After lunch the three teenagers went into town and visited the site of
the accident which were now surrounded by wooden fencing against which
the tributes that still survived had been displayed. Mike added a tribute
of his own, laying a small card to those already there. Jake and Luke
watched on, giving their friend a moment of privacy as he expressed his
personal grief. When he turned away, Mike was again on the verge of tears
and all three youngsters hugged each other as a sign of mutual
understanding and support.

On their return to Luke's house, there was a note from his mum saying
that if the others wanted to sleep over that night, they would be more
than welcome. Mike was unhesitating in saying that he was up for it and,
after a slight pause, Jake agreed as well. The evening was spent playing
computer games, chatting quietly and watching television. After a few
hours, Mike yawned and said with a grin,

`I don't know about you guys but I'm getting tired and think I need to
go to bed. Something I do know, however, is that, although I shouldn't
be I'm incredibly horny too! Apart from wanking I haven't had any sex
since going back to school and I really could do with having some fun
tonight. I know I should be thinking about Chris and all the things he's
going to miss but there's something inside me that makes me want to have
sex even more than usual!'

After Mike had finished his speech, Jake and Luke exchanged a look,
rolled their eyes and laughed before the British teen responded,

`More than usual? Is that possible?'

It dawned on the teenage friends that since the accident thoughts of sex
had not really impinged upon their consciousness but the moment Mike had
said what he did there was a realisation that what he said was true.

Initially at first there was a rather muted attempt to have fun but
gradually a combination of unmet need and some inner drive melted any
reluctance. Mike as usual led the way and encouraged the other two to
double penetrate him up his tight hole. Once they were naked and
rock-hard most of the previous inhibitions seemed to disappear and after
lubricating their cocks Luke and Jake took up positions to slide inside
their friend's welcoming hole. Slowly at first, first one and then the
other shaft slid inside and against each other bringing a sigh of
pleasure from the impaled teenager. Usually there would be a pause before
they each settled comfortably into a rhythm but on this occasion the
fucking became frenetic almost immediately and, instead of lasting for
some time the whole of the action was completed within a very few
minutes. Jake gasped loudly as his prick convulsed against Luke's shaft
and began to spew forth his jizz inside Mike's hole and seconds later
his British partner reached an intense climax which shot more cum to join
that which had already been deposited by Jake. Slightly disappointed at
the speed of the action, Mike wanked himself to a satisfying orgasm and
shot a huge fountain of spunk onto the chest and face of the two
teenagers that had just fucked him.

Jake and Luke lay back drained of energy and Mike leaned across to lick
his creamy cum off their bodies before saying,

`Wow, that was quick!! You seemed to be in as great a need as I was.'

Luke groaned and replied,

`I guess I did. I'm sorry if I didn't last very long but I haven't
really done much since ... the ... accident.'

`Me neither', agreed Jake, before adding, `I'm sorry if you did not
really enjoy it but like Luke I haven't really felt like doing much.'

Mike grinned,

`No problem, I understand and in any case there's always the morning.'

It was not long after this that mentally and physically exhausted the
teenagers fell asleep. Usually during the sleepover the youngsters slept
in such a way that they were clearly separated but somehow during the
night Luke and Jake had found themselves much closer than the norm.
Indeed, when the British teen awoke he found his American friend had his
head close to his cheek. On many of their sleepovers one or other of the
lads would wake the others up by sliding down the bed and taking still
sleepy teenagers' pricks into their mouth and sucking them awake. Unable
to wriggle free and with Mike apparently dead to the world, Luke lay
still for a while unwilling to disturb either of his friends. Suddenly,
the teenager felt something soft and wet nuzzling his ears and he became
aware that Jake was licking and kissing the side of his face and moaning
slightly. Shocked by the feeling, Luke turned quickly and in doing so
brought his face in direct contact with that of the American and without
thinking he kissed the teenager on the lips.

If he was surprised by the move, Jake did not show it as he willingly
opened his mouth and began to suck Luke's tongue between his lips
eliciting a moan from the British teen. Luke responded by opening his
mouth and felt the new but exciting sensation as Jake's tongue slipped
between them and into his eager mouth. The closeness of the two kissing
teenagers' bodies was so slight that their erections ground into each
other as they continued to explore each other's mouths with their
tongue. The sound of the kissing and moaning inevitably woke Mike who
blinked a few times before he focussed on what was going on right beside
him and his cock immediately hardened at the sight and he moved closer
and said, with a giggle

`I would say that I think you two should get a room, but you already
have one! However, I hope I won't interrupt your enjoyment if I ask if
there's room for another one to join you.'

Without hesitation, room was made for Mike who snuggled in close and made
sure that the three pricks were squashed together as he licked and teased
the other two teenagers' nipples. The three-way frottaging had its
effect and, after several minutes each of the horny teens began to feel
the tell-tale signs of reaching the point on no return. Moaning, kissing
and licking in a series of mutually satisfactory actions Mike became the
first of the trio to lose control and fired his ball juice over all three
bodies. He was shortly followed by Luke with Jake not long after him both
adding to the sticky mess covering each of their bodies.

`Awesome', groaned Mike as the three teenagers surveyed the copious
amounts of cum that was covering each of them.

`Yeah, not bad at all', replied Luke before adding, `but perhaps we'd
better get cleaned up and go down for breakfast pretty soon.'

The teenagers made their way into the shower and while Jake was washing
Mike said quietly to his best friend,

`That was a surprise this morning. How long have you and Jake been an
item?'

Taken aback by the question, Luke remained silent for a short while
before replying,

`Not ... not very long. Today's really our first time.'

`Well, mate, I'm really happy for you. He seems ideal for you.'

`You're not jealous are you. I suppose I always expected it would be
you and me.'

`Not at all, I'm way too good for you and far above your league.'

Luke accepted the point but was not convinced that his best friend's
grin and acceptance was quite as sincere as he made out. He resolved to
talk to Mike again later in the day and definitely before he went back to
boarding school after the funeral.


To be continued?

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