OPEN QUESTION.

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Chapter 12.

When Brendan woke in the morning there was no sign of Pete, and Jarrod was lying flat on his back with his arms linked behind his head. When Brendan wriggled close there was a soft chuckle.

"What are you up to?"

"Getting comfortable."

"Feel like a hug?"

"Yes please."

"Good. Roll on top. I'm too lazy to move."

"On top?"

"No funny business. Just a hug."

Brendan did that then giggled when Jarrod's arms locked around his back.

"What?"

"You said no funny business and then you trapp me like this?"

"I know. I've got you till Pete gets back."

"Where is he?"

"Upstairs. I heard his laugh a while ago."

"I like his laugh."

"It's the best."

"Is he always crazy like he was last night?"

"That was nothing. He was being gentle because it was all new for you."

"That was gentle?"

"He likes you."

"Jarrod, we need to stop hugging."

"How come?"

"My Rocket's getting too happy."

"Okay. Mine is too."

After one more quick body squeeze they tumbled out of bed. Brendan couldn't help looking at Jarrod's boner. They both looked up when there was a thumping sound from the ceiling.

"We're getting orders from God. Breakfast must be ready."

Ten minutes later, after the quickest of showers, they were tucking into a breakfast of delicious pancakes, toast and coffee. Phillip and Pete kept looking at each other with funny smiles as if they had a secret and Brendan wondered what they'd been talking about.

"Hey Brendan. You didn't tell us you're a sex god. Phillip says there's a worship ceremony when you strip off at the river and dance naked for us."

"As if."

"Jarrod has to sacrifice three pubic hairs and I have to kiss your butt."

"You left out Phillip. What does he do?"

"Christen your godliness with crushed eucalyptus leaves and mountain water."

"My godliness? What's that supposed to mean?"

Oops! Brendan wished he could take back the question.

"That's the bit we have to worship every time it rises towards the heavens."

There was a scurry of activity as everyone got ready, a quick trip to the town store for supplies, and then a half hour drive.

***

"What do you think he'll get us doing next weekend?"

After a fantastic day, hiking through the bush and then the excitement and adventure of rock-hopping their way up the river for several hours to a waterfall that Brendan didn't know existed, exploring, swimming, hacking round and relaxing with the rush of falling water they'd ordered pizza for tea and Pete and Jarrod left at about eight o'clock.

"Whatever it is we'll probably never forget it."

Phillip shook his head as if he didn't believe the enjoyment and crazy antics Pete had put them all through. Well, Brendan could hardly believe it either. The sex god dance and the rocket worshipping had all happened when they finished the bush bash to the riverbed, and Pete kept them laughing from then on. At the waterfall itself, Pete persuaded Phillip to give an exaggerated account of Brendan's predilection for nudity whenever he was taken to an out of the way place, and followed it through by hiding everyone's bathers and shorts till they set off on the return journey. Pete and Jarrod both loved the adventure of the day and insisted they were returning for another outing with Phillip as the guide. There was another unforgettable moment when Pete dived under the water then stood up with the sun glinting off his wet, brown body. Phillip was staring as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing and Pete asked what was wrong.

"Nothing's wrong Pete. Since you arrived yesterday I've had this strange feeling that I've met you before. I thought it must be just déjà vu, but there's a picture of you somewhere isn't there?"

Pete laughed and dived again, leaving Jarrod to explain.

"There are two photos Phillip and they're at the National Gallery. Our friend took them."

"The National Gallery! Oh my! Of course. Now I remember them. They're magnificent."

Brendan boggled. Pete was in the National Gallery of Australia?

"It's Peter Bonner isn't it? He puts exhibitions on everywhere. Nature and people. ...He lives at your house?"

"Well, we all share the house."

"Wow. I've been to one of his exhibitions and there's a print of one of his photos in my study. - the one with the wild waves Brendan."

Another unforgettable thing was the way Phillip got on so well with Pete and Jarrod. Phillip was telling private stuff that Brendan had never even heard.

"He's got a special way about him hasn't he? He's going to be a great friend for you."

"You too. He spent stacks of time with you."

"Mostly talking about you Brendan. He's got major concerns about Martin and thinks he might be involved with drugs."

"I don't see how. Martin doesn't even talk about marijuana nowadays. ...What else did Pete talk about?"

"He's very open about sex. He said a lot about you being a virgin."

Brendan blushed and Phillip gave him a hug.

"A lot? ...What sort of things?"

"Secret things. You're not allowed to know them yet."

What? Oh, he was stirring. That was a good excuse to wrestle Phillip to the floor and torture him with stomach pokes.

"Tell me. ...Or else."

"Or else what?"

"I'll ...Um. ...This."

Brendan put his hand under Phillip's shirt and grabbed a few chest hairs.

"That won't work. You're not that cruel."

"What about this then?"

Phillip screeched when his left nipple was squeezed and tugged.

"That's diabolical. Where did you learn that?"

"Last night. Now tell me."

Phillip resisted, of course, then gave in after a few more tugs.

"He talked about you having non-stop sex for a week with five different people."

There was a yell when the nipple got tugged harder.

"Fibber. ...Who are they?"

"There's... Me, and me, and me, and me and me."

This talk turned the rocket on.

"You said different people."

"Did I?... Help! This is indecent assault. Me. ... and Pete and Jarrod. ...and Andrew and someone called William."

Brendan's thoughts whirled. What had Pete said about Andrew and who was the last one?

"William? ...Who's that?"

"Someone who says you're a stud muffin. He saw you in the showers at Pete's place and was asking questions about you. He's coming on the surf trip next weekend."

It had to be the blonde one who messed with the taps. Brendan released the nipple-stretcher, that's what Pete had called it, and stared at Phillip.

"What did he say about Andrew?"

Phillip shook his head.

"You don't want to know."

"Yes I do."

"We're meant to take him camping and seduce him."

"Holy cow! He said that? ...Both of us?"

"He did, and I think he meant it."

"Are you sure? I can't figure him half the time."

"Neither can I, but it was so outrageous I fronted him and he told me to keep an open mind.

"He said that to you?"

"Don't look so amazed Brendan."

"Was there any more of that virgin stuff?"

"Yes, starting tonight we practice putting condoms on each other so we don't get pregnant. He said he's given you a whole box of them."

"They're downstairs and he already made me practice last night."

"They are? Oh my. I didn't believe that one."

There was more of the virgin stuff but it just made them both laugh.

"Phillip, can I sleep here tonight?"

"Why are you even asking?"

"I mean upstairs."

"Ah. ...In my bed?"

"I need lots of hugs."

"Well,just till we say goodnight."

***

Brendan didn't know whether he was excited or nervous as the car cruised towards Phillip's place. It was both really and he wondered how the now imminent meeting between Andrew and Phillip would turn out. Andrew was looking great and when they turned into the drive Phillip was standing on his top decking looking extra smart in dress jeans and a designer shirt. With a friendly smile and wave he beckoned Brendan to lead the way in. Andrew smiled in return and straightaway Brendan had good vibes.

"So, this is the wonder teacher who's been inspiring Brendan?"

Andrew's face lit up.

"Maybe, but I'm not the wonder friend who inspired him into photography. I turn green with envy every time he mentions his camera at college."

"That was nothing to do with me. Brendan did all the research himself and totally surprised us when he chose it instead of a car."

After the introductions Brendan went for a quick shower then changed into cargo shorts and his favorite show-off T-shirt.

They were still on the decking, enjoying the view of the mountains and Brendan happily joined in the discussion about highlights of the local area.

"Brendan, I need half an hour to organise the meal. Why don't you show Andrew your plans for downstairs?"

Setting aside the back section of the big downstairs room as a makeshift studio area was to help Brendan with his course, and one plan for tonight was to get Andrew's suggestions.

"Brendan, you're spoilt having all this."

"I know, but I'll show Phillip the techniques after you teach us at college and we'll share the equipment once we've got it organised properly. Do you think I've got the studio light in a good position? I think I need another one."

"Well, if you can manage it it certainly gives you a lot more options, but how serious are you? My impression is that you like outdoor work."

"I do. But lighting is part of the course next semester so I might as well do it properly."

***

"So, what did you really think of him? Pete said you've got the hots for him and I can see why."

"Idiot. Be serious."

Brendan and Phillip had just finished a solid two-hour session of maths and when Phillip suggested another hour as a catch up for missing out because of Andrew's visit Brendan didn't feel like it.

"Serious? Meaning you've had enough study?"

"Something like that."

"Well it's interesting isn't it. Two lots of new friends in less than a week."

"You know what I like about him? I figured it out last night. He's you, except younger."

Phillips eyebrows raised quizzically and then he laughed.

"How did you find out?"

"Find out?"

"He's a clone. I get a new one made every five years."

"You know what I mean. He's adventurous and reads a lot and he likes helping people, and you can tell he's kind."

Phillip, grinning, nodded in agreement.

"You're a charmer Brendan. What do you want now?"

"Nothing... Can we take him on an adventure sometime? I think he'd really like it."

"We already are."

"What do you mean?"

"When we do your photos. You already invited him and you said half of them would be outdoors."

"That's different. I mean a proper adventure."

"How about we go to the mini-falls for two days and do the photos there. It's the perfect place and you can run around naked all day if you want to. ...Andrew might even join in."

That was a stir so Brendan pretended he'd taken it seriously.

"I hope so, and it would be a good place for us to seduce him too wouldn't it?"

Phillip took the bait for two seconds before continuing in the same vein.

"Yes. ...And as soon as the rocket pops up he'll... Ouch, what did you whack me for?"

"I felt like it."

Phillip rubbed his arm ruefully.

"What time do you finish College tomorrow afternoon?"

"At 3:30 PM."

"Well I'll get there as soon as I can, probably about four o'clock."

After Phillip drove him home Brendan packed everything ready for the weekend trip and climbed into bed. He turned his bedside light off and smiled at the thought of seeing Pete and Jarrod again. Phillip was right with his description of Pete as a force of nature. Would he carry on again at night time? Brendan hoped so.

***

"Have a good day?"

Phillip turned up almost on time and Brendan loaded his carry bag and college bag into the back of the wagon.

"Yes, it's the best day of the week at college. There's Infotech in the morning and a double Media studies in the afternoon. I talked to Andrew at lunchtime and he's really keen about the mini-falls weekend."

"You already asked him? Whoo? Did you tell him your secret plans?"

"MY secret plans? Ha. Whose idea was it anyway?"

"You're driving Brendan. You haven't been getting enough practice lately."

It was quite a shock driving through the suburbs for the first time, but Brendan was eager and then pleased when Phillip said he was doing well. Once they were on the big freeway to Geelong it was easy. The plan was to meet Pete at the surf club in Fairhaven instead of at his house, as it would save at least half an hour of detour driving. A meal stop in Anglesea meant it was almost seven when they arrived. Pete's red wagon was there but they didn't find anyone till they checked out the beach and saw Jarrod sitting on the sand. His smile lit up when they approached and he pointed out to sea.

"They're on their surfboards... Here they come. They've seen you."

Two riders were streaking across the front of a wave and one of them raised his arm in a quick gesture before doing a turn to avoid a swimmer on a boogie board.

It was Pete, and wow, he sure looked good. Brendan wished he knew how to use a surfboard. The wave died and Brendan watched as the surfboards were abandoned and Pete and the other guy came jogging towards them.

"Yo, Sex God.. Ready for your swim?"

Before Brendan could answer he was hoisted over Pete's shoulder and carried towards the water. Oh no.

"My clothes! My clothes! They'll get wet."

"So?"

Brendan started struggling but Jarrod joined in and it was hopeless. His good runners were dumped and then the water loomed.

"Put me down. Put me down."

They did, but not till the water was waist deep, and then with a one, two, three, heave. Brendan came up spluttering and seeing Pete's wicked grin, tried for a payback. Tried, and then went under with Pete on top of him. The whole thing turned to chaos with the whole five of them shoving, laughing and splashing. Pete finished it by grabbing Brendan and carrying him in a fireman's lift to the shore with everyone trailing behind with comments about drowned rats. Phillip was loving it, but he'd cheated by leaving his gear at Jarrod's towel and only wearing his shorts.

"So Brendan, why don't you wear proper swimming gear?"

"Very funny."

The group made its way to Phillip's wagon and then into the surf club building where Pete showed them the big lookout room they'd be using.

"You brought the bathers Brendan?"

"Um.. Yes."

Brendan answered cautiously because the glint of mischief was highly obvious in Pete's grin.

"Get them on. I've told William all about the Sex God look and he can't wait."

William, it WAS the guy who messed with the taps, nodded his agreement. More conniving.

"Now?"

"Of course. There's still an hour of daylight and were not wasting good surf."

Brendan struggled out of his wet shirt and felt strange with the whole four of them gathered round and watching. Pete made things worse by saying William had been having wet dreams ever since the shower incident. Shorts and jocks went to the floor and then when Brendan reached for the speedos Phillip was holding out, Pete beat him to it and laughing, stuffed them down the neck band of William's wetsuit.

"What do you reckon William? Keep them for a trophy?"

William fished out the bathers and put them behind his back.

"Guess which hand Brendan."

Presuming he'd get them back if he guessed correctly, Brendan said left. After a moment's hesitation William held out his empty left hand.

"I meant right."

The other hand came forward, also empty, but Brendan had caught the blue flutter as the bathers fell behind William's legs and he pounced to grab them.

END OF CHAPTER 12.

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