Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2013 11:10:58 +1300 From: bob charles Subject: Blood, Surf and Tears (Gay / Young friends) chapter 1 (Revised) Blood, Surf and tears. Disclaimer: Warning: this story contains sexual content, and contact between young boys. If the subject matter offends you, is not to your tastes, or if you are under legal age for your area, then find something else to read. In the following story all names and events are completely fictional. Although I may mention a specific location, place, or person any resemblance to said people, location, or places is completely unintentional. Chapter 1: I woke up to the bright orange sun beaming through my large bedroom window, onto my naked torso. I had kicked my covers off during the warm night, as I was getting too hot with then on. It was going to be a glorious mid-January day in the South Island of New Zealand. For those that don't know, we are in the middle of summer at this time of year. I yawned and stretched. I was trying to iron out the kinks in my body. I got up, gathered up my covers from where they lay strewn around, and roughly made my bed. Then it was off to the toilet with my hard pecker leading the way. I did my business and flushed the toilet, then headed back to my room to get changed. I rummaged through the pile of clean clothes that I had dumped on the floor. I hadn't got round to putting them away in my drawers yet. I picked a blue T-shirt with a surf design on the front, and some grey knee length surf shorts. Finally I shove my feet into a pair of jandals that were scattered on my floor (flip flops for you Americans, or thongs for you Aussies). I headed out the front door and started the 500 meter walk from my place to the surf beach. At 7:00 in the morning it was already warm in the low 20's C (68 F). It was a peaceful walk along a dirt road to the car park, which had the closest beach access. I stumbled up a steep a clear track in the Spinifex covered sand dunes. Spinifex is a native New Zealand perennial coastal grass. I made it to a good vantage point that looks out over the golden sandy beach below, and to the turquoise waters of the sea. By this time I was sweating like a pig. I knew that with the wind being so light that I would have to hurry up and get out there, before the sea breeze kicked in. Scanning the waves crashing on the shoreline, I saw a nice clean 2-3 ft. of swell which got me excited. In New Zealand like most places in the world we measure the waves from the back, essentially the swell size. Due to the way a wave sucks up the water in front of it as it breaks, the face of the wave is usually twice the size of the back. That means that the waves out there had about a 4-6 ft. face. The breeze was a light offshore which helped to groom the waves beautifully. I knew that if I didn't get out soon there was the chance of the sea breeze coming up. Due to the heat of the day I would give it till about 9:00. Once the sea breeze kicked in, it would slowly destroy the waves by causing a lot of chop through the wave face. Not being able to contain my excitement, I sprinted off towards home. Well I slid more than anything down the sand dunes due to how steep they were. I rushed frantically back to the house. Still running I careened into the old skyline garage. The garage was tired looking. I had cracking and peeling green paint on it. It hadn't been painted for 30 odd years. But it was still watertight and sturdy, so we had never bothered to replace it. I found my 4/3 black neoprene wetsuit that had somehow ended up under the old rusty Holden station wagon. The car hadn't been driven since the dawn of time. I gave my wettie a quick inspection and noticed the knees were starting to wear a bit thin. It was time to get mum to buy me a new one I thought. Wetsuits are still an essential piece of equipment down these parts even during the middle of summer, because the water never really warms up enough here to without. Unlike the northern end of the country, they get a lot warmer water up there. I quickly shucked my clothes off, almost tripping because I hadn't got my feet out of the leg holes of my shorts properly. Thankfully I caught myself before I fell. I put my wetsuit on as quickly as possible leaving the top down around my waist for the moment, coz it's too hot to put it on properly just yet. Then I scrambled over to the rack holding my surfboards. I pulled out my 4'8" Rex Finley short board, which had a skull and crossbones graphics design on the bottom. I beat a hasty retreat back towards the beach. This time though I ran on the overgrown grass verge on the side of the road, due to not having anything on my feet. Because of the length of the grass I almost tripped numerous times, so decided that I had better slow down a bit. Getting to the base of the dunes I increased my pace again. But to no huge avail, as it seemed for every foot I climbed I slide half a foot back down again. Finally I made it to the top. I was panting heavily at the exertion, and sweating like a... well pig. I was really glad at this point not to have pulled the top of my wettie over my well-toned body, which was now glistening with sweat. I stopped to scope out the best place to surf. The town that I live in was situated on a sand spit, which is on the Western side of a harbour mouth. The harbour itself was long and stretched out like the shape of a slithering snake, with a length of about fifty kilometres travelling due south. It was a long stretch even before you reached the city which is situated around the end of the harbour and small isthmus. The harbour and little isthmus connect a peninsular which is on the Eastside of the harbour, to the mainland. There are two beaches on the sand spit which our town is situated on. They are separated by a long mole which stretches about two kilometres out to sea. The area where the town is located is dead flat, but on the Westside of the spit the hills rise sharply. The main surf beach is on the Western side of the Mole and stretches along the whole length of town. Then in between the cliffs, and a rocky outcrop which is situated just on the low tide mark. Then it goes on for about another kilometre between a steep cliff face and the sea. The beach on the eastern side of the mole is usually dead flat, unless there is a really large swell running. Then it gets some waves. Standing there on top of the dunes I started to assess the conditions. I was looking for the best place to surf. As it was a Monday I knew the local adults wouldn't be out coz they had work. I was also the only kid in town that surfed, so even though it was the school holidays I didn't have to worry about other groms in the water. I also knew that because of the light winds, no one would bother to travel the long windy harbour road out from the city. So I had the beach all to myself. There were peaks breaking up and down the beach. The closer to the mole you got though, the smaller the waves were. Most of the peaks were closing out because the tide was too low for the banks. There was a nice bank just on the left side of the rocky outcrop, which was approximately half way along the beach. But it was only 100m from where I was standing. It had a really good looking peak. The wave had an A frame shape and was peeling off both left and right. It looked really fun with nice long workable walls. It was just a pity that the wind was so light otherwise it would have been tubing. I decided that it was best peak on the beach, so I headed over there. I took off running down the dunes towards the peak that I had scoped out. Getting closer to the spot where I was going to start paddling out I started to slow down. Looking out to the waves I saw something that made me momentarily stop in shock. There was already another person out on the peak. I really hadn't expected that. I shook my head clearing my mind. It was only one person I could handle that. I dropped my board on the sand at pulled my wetsuit on properly. I then attached the leg rope, which is a long plastic rope that connects the surfer to their board. Then I picked up my board back and charged off into the water. The boy who was out the back waiting for a wave noticed me paddling out towards him. He wasn't sure what to make of it. He didn't really want to have to share his waves, and sure as hell didn't want someone out there with him. I kept getting closer and he was feeling really uneasy, almost scared. He was considering paddling back to the beach and going back home. But he had only just got there, so really didn't want to go so soon. The person looked like a young boy about his age, well a little older and the boy was almost out to where he was. He decided what he was going to do. As I was paddling out I tried to get a better look at who else was out there. The angle of the sun was horrible though. It was still too low and almost shining directly into my eyes. It was also causing a horrible glare off the water, so all I could make out of the person who was out waiting for a wave, was his silhouette. I had the feeling that whoever it was that was out there was a bit nervous, as I could just make out that the person seemed to be looking all around the place. "Hi." I heard, as I made it out the back of the surf. It was the softest most angel like voice that you will ever hear. But I did also notice a distinctive touch of nervousness in it. I was a bit taken by surprise when I realised it was from a young boy. The boy was still looking around all over the place. It was almost like he was looking for an escape route. "Hi" I replied to the boy. He looked about 10 or 11. He had short – medium length brown hair that gave him a really cute look when it was messy. His face had a decent tan to it and he had the most beautiful blue eyes and a cute button nose. His chin had a cute little dimple on it, and above that were the sweetest thin red lips. He had quite a slim build, which meant that he didn't quite fit his wetsuit properly. Aside from the fact that he kept looking around, he looked harmless enough. I decided to try and start up a conversation with him. "My name is Dan, what's yours?" The boy looked even more nervous this time, as if he really wasn't sure about me. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to answer my question or not. He wasn't even sure that he wanted to know me. I could see his mind working overtime trying to come up with a solution to the problem at hand. He gave a deep sigh as he came up with his answer. "Caleb" the boy replied eventually. I could tell that it was going to take a lot of work to get him to talk. But I had all the time in the world, as I had nowhere better to be. It was nice having someone else out in the surf with me, and the least I could do was try to get to know the boy, hey perhaps we may even become friends. I felt the boy's eye's look over me. He was thoroughly checking me out. I didn't think anything of it and let him take as much of a look as he wanted. I've got medium length blonde hair. I also have a good tan, but not as good as he had. I have a little smattering of light coloured freckles just above my medium size but flattish nose. My lips were pink and about average thickness. I too have deep blue eyes. I am 13 just a couple of months away from turning 14, but I had only just started puberty. So I looked more like a 12 year old, than someone who is almost 14. "Have you surfed here often? It's just I don't remember ever having seen you here before is all?" I queried the youngster. I was continuing to try to start up a friendly conversation, in the hope of easing his fears. He was looking really nervous about answering this question. It was almost like he didn't want to bring up anything that could lead to his past. He again was fighting with himself. On one hand he sort of wanted to make a new friend, but on the other he still wasn't sure about me. I just gave him a real friendly smile hoping to get him to open up. It seemed to work. "Nah, have never been here before. Until now. We just moved here from the city. We moved in just the other day." he said. I could sense his fears slowly easing and he was starting to open up. "Welcome to my paradise." I said in the friendliest voice I could manage. "I could do with a friend in town. There aren't too many kids that live here, and the ones that do live here are so much younger than me." "Have you been surfing long coz I would love to have someone to surf with." I asked the new boy. I did get really lonely living here, so it would really be cool to have a surfing buddy. You're always supposed to have someone else in the water when surfing, for safety reasons. So far I have been lucky not to get in a bad situation. But if Caleb would surf with me all the time then it would ease that fear of mine. "Thanks. Nah I haven't really been surfing long. Just long enough to be able to stand and ride the face of the wave. But I would still love to surf with you. That is if you want someone as useless as me to surf with." He said initially beaming with excitement that someone actually wanting to do something with him. But was well aware of his surfing abilities and thought that the new boy would think that he sucked because of it. He has always been a bit shy, especially in group situations. But there was something about me that made him feel more at ease. He was still very defensive, but I could see he was slowly breaking down his barriers. "I don't care if you think you are useless. I was like that at one stage to. Maybe I could give you some pointers along the way to help you get better." I said. I knew he was still at that age where you learn things pretty easily, so I thought I might be able to make a good surfer out of him. Then I saw the set coming that we had been waiting for. Being in the best position for the first wave I paddled for it. I caught it successfully, and did a couple of tricks on it before bailing over the back. After finishing up on my wave I hopped off the back of it, gathered up my board ready to paddle out again. I saw Caleb go for a wave. He bombed big time. The wipe-out was a pretty bad one, well it at least looked like it. I just hoped that he was alright, as I had only just met him and I really didn't want to see him get hurt. "You alright, coz that looked real nasty." I asked him as soon as I had paddled back out. I was really concerned that he might have hurt himself badly. He was still in the water. His head was only just breaking the waterline. I could tell that he was trying to get hold of his leg rope, in order to pull his surfboard back to him. "Yeah, I `m alright. I'm just struggling here, coz the waves are so much steeper than what I'm used to." He replied. He was a little green in the face. He was also coughing pretty badly as his body tried to expel the water that he had just swallowed during his wipe-out. We continued to surf for another 1 ½-2 hours. I had been giving Caleb lots of pointers, and as a result he had been progressing really well. He still had a few more wipe-outs, but nothing as severe as the first one. He was soon up, catching the waves, and by the end of the session I had him doing a couple of small turns too. Caleb had got tired so had paddled back in. I decided on one more wave before I followed him in. I didn't want him to disappear as I thought having him around to my place might be good for the both of us. It does get really lonely out here, especially during the summer school holidays which are 6 weeks long. Having no one even close to my age has always sucked. I knew Caleb was still a couple of years younger, but he was still close enough to my age that we could be friends. I had noticed that during the last quarter of an hour that the wind had completely died off, making the water so smooth that it looked like it was liquid glass. But I had felt just the lightest breath of air, and it had changed directions so it wasn't going to be long now before the sea breeze kicked in. There wasn't going to be much chance of getting another surf today. Well at least until the evening when the wind died off again. It is possible to surf till 9:30, sometimes a bit later, in this part of the world depending on what the weather was like. We don't get the midnight sun like some places in the world, but the sun still stays in the sky pretty late. Finally I saw the wave I had been waiting for, so I started paddling for it. I caught a nice 3ft wave and turned right, as I wanted to ride the wave forehand as it is easier. I could also pull off better tricks on my forehand. I decided to pull out all the stops and show off. I had seen Caleb watching me, so it seemed like the right thing to do. Unfortunately I tried to pull off a decent aerial for my final manoeuvre, but I miss-timed it and ended up taking a heavy fall. I felt my leg hitting a submerged rock. I screamed out with the pain caused from the impact, but quickly recovered enough that I could get back into the beach. I was in a still in a bit of pain as I finally limped my way back onto the beach. Caleb gave me a concerned look at the way I was walking. I just told him that I would be alright. I then asked Caleb if he wanted to come over to my place and I would fix him up something to eat. He agreed and we headed back to mine. I was now regretting my decision for making light of my injury. I now realised that I was going to have some explaining to do later. So we set off, wading our way through the Spinifex. We took a path in the gullies of the dunes this time, because it was easier and quicker to get where we needed to go. We got back to the car park and started to walk down the road. It was really quiet because neither one of us had said anything since we left the beach. Caleb was too nervous to say anything. He still didn't trust me enough to start up a real conversation. I was just trying to come up with the right questions to ask him. I didn't want to scare him away. "So what made you move here?" I asked him after a while. Caleb looked at me like he was trying to read me. I could see that he was fighting some sort of inner battle. I then realised that I had probably just asked him the wrong question. After all that time I had been trying to come up with the right question, I quickly realised that I had failed. He was just looking too anxious to me, so I knew he wasn't going to answer the question. "Uh... Um... Wow you are such a good surfer!" He stammered nervously trying to change the subject. I also noticed a bright red flush come over his face. "That last wave you caught was sooo awesome! I wish I could do tricks like that." He said beaming in envy at me. Having changed the subject successfully had stopped him blushing as he was now concentrating on something else. I knew that I was going to have to earn his trust before he was going to answer any personal questions. I had at least got him talking, so I thought that I should try to continue the conversation. Who knows maybe he will let something slip. Until then I wasn't going to push him, as I didn't want to drive him away. "Yeah that last wave was pretty sweet. I have been surfing for 5 years now so have had a long time to get good at it. I took a knock when I came off that last wave, and I hit a rock that was under the water. I really need to get back and check how bad the damage is." I said wincing a little now remembering about the pain. "OH. Why? Did you hit it that bad... are you alright?" He was starting to get quiet worried. He got even more worried at seeing me wince from the pain. For someone who I had only just met, he did seem genuinely concerned that I had hurt myself. I really liked that about him. "Nah, I didn't hit it bad. I should be alright." I said sighing. I knew I would have to explain myself properly to him now. I had to tell him a bit about myself to try to stop him from worrying. I wasn't sure though how to do it as I would probably end up making him worry even more. I didn't want that. I just thought about it for a while as we walked, trying to find the best way to tell him. In the end I decided just to tell him the truth. "I've got a blood disorder which stops my blood from clotting. So any knock I take means that I have to take some special medicine, that's supposed to help my blood clot. I also have to make sure that I haven't cut myself too. If I have then I will need to bandage myself up to help stop the bleeding, so that the medicine will work." I tried to explain in as simpler terms as possible. I wasn't sure if I had succeeded, and as to whether he understood me. I knew by looking at him that I had scared him a bit, but that also meant that he had understood what I had told him. "Does that mean you could lose all you blood if you get a cut?" Caleb asked after having thought about what I had told him for a while. He was looking really scared now at the thought. I had to do everything to supress a laugh, as I didn't want to offend him. It was just one of those silly questions people ask me all the time. "Look, don't worry about it too much. It's not as bad as it sounds. But yes I suppose if the cut was big enough I could potentially lose all my blood, but that would have to be a huge gash." I said in a comforting voice. I had joked about the last part, and I giggled a little bit to show that I wasn't too serious. I was mainly trying to calm his fears, which must have worked because I could sense him relax. I was really surprised at how worried he had got about me, especially seeing as we still don't really know each other. "Whew, I was getting worried. I mean I like you... and I don't want to... you know what I mean." He said. A little trickle from a tear rolling was down his cheek. He was blushing bright red again feeling a little embarrassed for being so naïve about my condition. He was really starting to amaze me. I mean not that long ago I could hardly get him to say boo, and now he has just admitted to liking me. "Don't worry. I don't plan on dying any time soon. My condition isn't that sever as long as I take my meds, and go for regular check-ups at the doctors. But most importantly I have to look after myself." I said emphasising the last part. I wasn't going to worry him by telling him that I had been in hospital a few times through severe blood loss. I really didn't want to worry the little fellow any more than I already had. He really did seem genuinely concerned about my health. Before I had realised it we had got back to my place. We had been so busy talking that I almost walked straight past it. "And here we are this is my place." I said as soon as I realized we had arrived. I unzipped the back of my wettie as soon as we got through the gate. The gate was made from corrugated iron, just like the fence. It had a hole cut into it so that you could reach through to unlatch the lock, so that you could then open it. It was never closed though, as I never bother about it. It's just too much of a hassle to open it again. The fence and gate used to be painted a green colour, but after years of neglect the paint was faded and peeling. In some places the paint had worn right back to the iron. The fence didn't look out of place though, as the town has that sort of rustic rundown look to it. Most of the houses in town had been fully renovated inside. But the outside of the houses, and the sections all looked uncared for. It was the way people liked it here. Most of the families were actually quite wealthy, but they didn't like to show it off. Like some people do. So to outsiders the town looked uncared for and poor. It had a rustic charm to it, and even with its looks it still felt safe. "Well let's see the damage then." I said struggling to pull my wetsuit down once we had got into the garage. I had not thought anything of it as I just pulled the wetsuit all the way down to my ankles, right in front of Caleb. Caleb on the other hand wasn't sure what to do. He hadn't expected this. He wanted to get out and give me some privacy but his feet were firmly anchored to the concrete floor. I pulled off my wetsuit which totally exposing my dick to him. My prick was about 3 inches long when soft. I was uncut like most boys' are in New Zealand. My prick was still pretty thin, and I was as bald as a baby bottom. My nut sack had started to drop, and hangs down to the tip of my prick. My sack contains my little walnut sized balls inside. Of course one ball was hanging a little lower than the other one. I don't really know as to whether I can cum yet, as I have surprisingly never tried. I looked down my thin long hairless legs to where I had hit the rock. There I saw a nice bruise developing, and I knew that it was going to look really ugly by tomorrow. At least I hadn't broken the skin so there was no risk of external blood loss or infection. But I knew that I would have to book an appointment with my doctor so he could check over it properly. I was happy enough though as I had been banged up a lot worse than this. This incident was definitely minor in my personal list. I would have to be a lot more careful though for the next few days though, as I couldn't risk it getting any worse. Caleb was still standing there, with his eyes bulging out of his head as he stared at me. He had a slight blush from the excitement that he was feeling as I exposed myself to him. He was staring at my nicely toned and fully tanned body. Yes no tan line in sight. Mum is very rarely here as she's working all the time, and I have no dad anymore. This allows me to enjoy going round nude all the time. I only put clothes on when I leave the property. I noticed Caleb boning up from ogling my body. He was totally oblivious to the effect I was having on him. His prick looked really nice with the way it pushed out against his wetsuit. The size didn't look too bad either. Although it is very hard to tell properly, because his wetsuit is a little loose fitting to get a really good idea of what he had to offer. When Caleb finally realised that he had sprouted a boner, and realised that I could see the way it was tenting in his wetsuit, all hell broke loose. He first started to blush to a very deep red colour that stretched from his face to his feet. He then panicked and started to bawl his eyes out from embarrassment. He then turned and started to run away. "Don't worr..." I started to say. But he was gone. I quickly pulled my wettie back up to my waist and ran after him. I found him sprawled on the ground a few feet from the gate. He had tripped up on a partly hidden tree stump in the overgrown grass that is our lawn. He had not been able to see the stump due to the length of the grass, but it wasn't helped that he was crying so hard. He just lay there, and buried his head in his arms and cried harder. I reached down to him and lifted him up until I had him in a sitting position. I stroked his hair and gave him a hug. I felt this jolt of electricity course through my body when I touched him. That was strange I thought as I've never felt that before when I've touched someone. Caleb jumped a little when I touched him as he experienced the same jolt that I had. He was still crying heavily but was starting to calm down a bit. I continued to stroke his hair until I was happy that he was stable enough for me to talk to him again. I was just hoping he would listen. "Look Caleb, don't be embarrassed about popping a... well you know what. I get them too, all the time." I said trying to sooth his feelings. I was actually really embarrassed at having this conversation with a kid. As a result I was blushing a little because of it. I had never had a conversation with anyone before about boy parts and how they work. I don't have a brother, and my friends have never brought up this sort of thing around me. I was feeling a little out of my comfort zone, but I knew that I had to do it. "You... You... You just don't understand." Caleb said. He was feeling very frustrated but also very ashamed. He was again fighting his inner demons trying to convince himself that this was the right thing to do. He so wanted me as a friend but was extremely worried that he may spoil it. He could feel his mind ripping in two as a result of the internal dilemma that was waging war in his head. "I'm... I'm... I'm gay!" He blurted out. He was very embarrassed. The strangest thing was that he flinched really badly. He was fearful as to what I was going to make of this revelation. He was struggling his hardest in order to break the hug, so that he could run away from me. He seemed to be really scared that I was going to do something to him. I did do something to him. I pulled him closer and hugged him tighter. I really wasn't concerned in the slightest with what he had said. I mean he was still young, so how did he really know anyway. He might find in a few years' time that he isn't, and this was all a silly moment in his life. Either way it really didn't worry me. "Is that what you were so worried about? It's alright I'm not going to hate you for it. You are my friend and nothing will change that. But I do think that you are a bit young to know for sure?" I said. I could feel myself starting to bone up at the feelings I was getting through hugging him. I was a bit confused with the reaction I was getting from him. The bonus of popping a boner at this time was it may help Caleb to ease up a little. I really couldn't believe that I was even considering doing this. "Look I got a boner now too." I stated. I then started pulling my wettie back down to reveal my now hard 3 ½ inch prick. My foreskin had pulled back just enough to reveal the tip of my cherry red glands. But as soon as I realised that I had just revealed my boner to Caleb I felt really embarrassed. It also sort of felt wrong. I mean who deliberately shows there boner to a young kid. I just stood there for a moment blushing a bright red in colour from embarrassment, and totally confused with what was happening. "Wow!" He gasped. He had a huge smirk on his face. "You look sooo nice... I mean... I..." He stammered thinking that he may have offended me. He also flushed red in embarrassment at having said such a thing to someone he had just met. His comment had quickly made me forget about my embarrassment. "Well I suppose maybe you are right, and that you really are gay. But I really don't give a shit if you are. You are still my friend and I really do mean that." I said. Then I just bent back down to him and hugged him again. I don't know why but I really enjoyed embracing this kid in a hug. There was something about it that just... felt right. "Does this have something to do with why you moved?" I asked Caleb. I finally thought I was getting somewhere with him. I decided that if ever I had a chance to get him to open up to me, it was now. So decide to push a bit harder as to what happened in his past. I was really hoping that he would answer me this time. I was a little concerned due to the way that he had been acting. I was hoping that it was just because he was a little timid around new people, but I was also preparing for the worst. "Yeah" Caleb admitted looking a bit down. He had tears welling up in his eyes again. He tried to steady himself as he prepared to tell me what had happened. He took in a deep breath of air. He was trembling now as he started to recall what had happened to him. "I told my friends about being gay. They totally freaked out and told everyone. I was getting teased, and bullied every day after that. I got beaten up a few times too. I was getting to the stage where I considered... um... killing... myself." He whispered the last part. He was clearly embarrassed for ever having such thoughts. I just hugged him tighter. I didn't say anything because I had the feeling he still had more to tell me. He took another deep breath of air, as he tried to stay in control of his emotions enough to finish telling me about what happened. "I ended up in hospital after having been beat up real bad by the boys' who used to be my friends. I finally had to tell dad what was going on, as he was really concerned about why I had been beaten up so badly. He decided that he had to get me away from it. So that's why we ended up moving out here." The poor boy was in tears again. These tears were caused by the painful memory of how his so called friends had treated him. He was shaking uncontrollably reliving the torture he had suffered at his previous school. I really couldn't believe his story, but it really did make sense considering how he had been acting since I had met him. I took a few moments as I digested what Caleb had told me. I was trying to think logically as to how to approach this. The problem was I could feel my emotions trying to take control. "Shit man that really sucks. They obviously weren't the friends you thought they were. I will never do that sort of thing to you. I will stick up for you too if ever you need it." I really emphasized the last two statements showing him that he could trust me. I would never deliberately hurt him. I hugged him really, really tightly. I was really feeling so sorry for him. I was feeling so angry at how he had been treated. Caleb sensed my anger but wasn't thinking straight because of the emotional state of mind that he was in. So he misread my anger. "You are angry at me for being gay aren't you?" He was crying a little harder now. He tried to struggle free again, as he had made up his mind that I hated him for it. I kept hold of him as tightly as possible until I felt him stop squirming. I then stroked his back trying to ease his concerns. He was still bawling his eyes out, but at least he wasn't trying to run away. "I'm not angry with you in the slightest. Where on earth did you get that idea from? I am angry at your friends. Well I should say, you're so called friends, that is who I'm angry at." I said, feeling my anger ebb away. I didn't want to upset Caleb anymore, so I frantically tried to get my emotions back under control. I continued to stroke Caleb's back trying to calm the poor boy down. I really wanted him to start thinking a lot more rationally again. I also had to prove to him that I was not angry with him, and that he really could trust me. I think he started to get the message. "Thank you for being so good to me," he whispered in my ear. Finally he seemed to calm down properly. I felt him start to hug me back. I knew he was content again, and I was getting the feeling that he was finally starting to fully trust me. We continued to sit there hugging. My wetsuit was still sitting just below my crotch, exposing my still stiff prick. Neither of us noticed. He was too busy enjoying the comfort received from a friend, something he hadn't experienced in a long time. I was enjoying the strange feelings the boy generated in my body. "So anyway, I presume you're going to be going to Debra Bay Area School with me?" I asked Caleb, breaking the silence after a while. I was feeling excited at the prospect of having such a wonderful friend to spend time with at the prison that they call school. I do have some really good friends at school, but it is always good to have another one. I know that there is something special about Caleb. I can't put my finger on it yet, but I could sense that something was different about him. An area school is a school which incorporates primary, intermediate and college all into one. In New Zealand they cover from year 1 through to year 13, (Grade 1 – 12 for Americans, I don't know if you have the equivalent to our year 13). They are usually situated in rural areas which have small populations, and that are too far to travel from, to go to a normal school. Occasionally they are found in largish towns, but those towns are usually holiday places so most of the time the population is small. With the exception of holiday periods. "No. Dad wants to home school me because of what happened at my last school. I'm not sure whether he will let me go back to a real school, as I know he is scared of the same thing happening all over again." Caleb answered. A little blush came over his face as he was slightly embarrassed for it. He was feeling responsible for making his dad move out here. He didn't ever want to be held accountable for his dad to have to quit his job, just so that he could look after him. That's why he tried to hide the fact that he kept getting beaten up from his dad. "But if you're going to that school I think I will be alright. It will just be trying to convince my dad. But once he meets you, I don't think that will be too hard." he said. I could sense a twinge of excitement in his voice from the prospect of maybe going back to a proper school. I didn't really expect him to be too happy about it, aside from the prospect making new friends. But the way he was talking made me wonder whether he actually liked school. "I'll be in year 7 this year. Does that mean you're in year 8?" He asked me. It was totally innocent. But he had severely misjudged my age. It isn't the first time this has happened to me, but I was really hoping that it wouldn't happen again. I sort of feel all bummed out when people think that I am younger than I am. The main problem with being a late bloomer I suspect. "No I will be year 10 this year as I'm 13. I'm two months away from turning 14. But I'm not upset with you for thinking that I'm younger, as I have to admit I do look young for my age." I said. I was a little embarrassed at him thinking I was younger and my face went red because of it. I knew that he didn't intend to offend me. It was all really innocent. But I still felt embarrassed by it, but I had to let him know that he didn't hurt my feelings by saying it. I didn't want to have to calm his water works again just yet. He was finally opening up to me. I really wanted to keep him calm so that he would continue to talk to me. "Oop's I'm so sorry. You do look young though. I never would have thought that an almost 14 year old would ever want to be my friend. I mean kids my age don't like me, so why would someone older. But thank you for wanting to be my friend. I really do love you for it." Caleb said. A little tear was trickling down his cheek. He didn't know why, but he felt like he could say what he was thinking to me. I was happy with that, as it meant I was succeeding in getting through to him. He was starting to trust me. "Caleb you seem to be a really sweet little boy. I have no idea why other kids don't see that. But it is their loss not yours. I am really glad to have you as a friend." I said to him. I feel honesty is the best way to get through to someone, and I can tell the Caleb is seeing that too. It may take a little effort to pry information out of him. But when he does answer, you know that he means every word of it. I just hope that he realises that I do mean everything that I say to him. "So if you're in year 7 that must make you 11 then?" I queried Caleb. I pretty much knew the answer, but I wanted to make sure. I mean I look younger than I am, so there is always the chance that he is the same. He may have been put back a year at school too, so the question was never that naïve. "Yes I'm 11 and 3 months." He stated. He couldn't believe what had happened so far today. When he woke this morning he never imagined that he would make a friend. In fact when he woke up the last thing on earth that he wanted was a friend. He had been hurt too many times by people who had called themselves friends. It was getting to the stage that he hated the word, and didn't believe the true meaning of it. Here he was a few hours later and he had already divulged more information about himself to a boy that he had only just met. He hadn't even told his own father some of the things he had told me. I suddenly realised how hot it was. My body was dripping with sweat, and I could only imagine how hot Caleb must be. He still had his wetsuit completely on. Looking at his face I now realised he was flushed red through overheating. If he didn't get out of his wettie soon he would get heat exhaustion, if not something worse like heat stroke. The temperature had now soared into the early 30's C (86 F), on a crystal clear mid summer's morning. It was still only around the middle of the day, so I was starting to wonder how hot it was going to get. Down this part of the country the weather is a bit more unsettled. That means we never really get consistent temperatures. One day the temp can be 14 C (57 F). The next day can be an absolute scorcher like today, and this is during summer which is supposed to be the most settled time of the year. It comes down to the wind direction generally. Winds from the north, especially a North westerly tend to be hot, but if we get a southerly wind then things tend to cool down very quickly. "Anyway get yourself up, and let's go back to the garage and take these wetsuits off. You must be cooking in that wetsuit by now? I also really need to take my meds too." I said. Reluctantly I unwrapped myself from him and stood up. I grabbed his outstretched arm and hauled him to his feet. When I released him the strange feelings I was getting disappeared. I got another jolt as I took his hand to pull him up. I was confused, and really didn't understand what was happening. I have never felt anything like this before, especially not just from physical contact. "Cooking? Nah I'm freezing in this suit!" Caleb replied sarcastically. He had the sweetest grin across his face. He was just looking so cute, that I grabbed him and gave him a noogie. He deserved it for being a smart ass, but I didn't do it too rough on him. That wouldn't have been right. Also he probably would have been offended by it. So I just gave him a playful noogie, nothing else. "Hey, what was that for?" he exclaimed giggling at my contact. He then bunched up his fist and went to give me a whack on the arm. But he stopped just short and lightly tapped me. He was worried that hitting me might cause some damage. I just gave him another huge hug. He just seemed to be so sweet and innocent. How many other people would have paid enough attention to someone else's health problems? Especially at his age, and yet he not only listened he also had the forethought that his actions may make things worse. "It was for being such a smart ass." I said with a huge smile spread across my face. The boy finally seemed to have let down his guard, and was starting to be his normal self. I was also smiling with the enjoyment I was getting from touching him, and just being round him in general. Seeing him happy was really rubbing off on me, and as a result I was really happy too. "You can punch me harder than that." I said to Caleb after his light tap. Mainly to show I wasn't a pussy or anything like that. I also did it so he knew that I didn't really need any special treatment, you just can't be as rough with me, as you would with other boy's. I regretted saying it instantly because he broke off from my hug, and then he did punch me harder. He was still a bit tentative with his punch but it was definitely harder. I thought I would put on an act just for the sake of it. "Ouch, just don't punch hard enough that it might bruise is all." I said. I finished off by giving an exaggerated rub on my arm. I then smiled profusely at him. He just giggled at me like a little 5 year old. I made him laugh even harder when I reached out and tickled him. I almost went a little far, as he nearly lost balance and end up and crashing to the ground. I caught him just in time. I then decided that we really should get out of these wetsuits. So we headed back to the garage. It was this point I realised that I had left myself exposed. Caleb noticed too and started giggling at the sight of my pecker. Hey who cares? My prick was soft again by this stage, but Caleb still couldn't take his eyes off it, now that he realised I had left it exposed. He was so engrossed staring at me he hadn't noticed that he had boned up again. His pecker was forming a tent in his wetsuit, and this time it was me doing the staring too. I have no idea why but for the first time in my life I really wanted to see another boy's wiener. I continued to strip my wetsuit off trying not to make it too obvious that I was staring at him. I was struggling to get my feet out, but at least the wetsuit was dry now as it would have been ten times harder if it was still wet. I looked around at Caleb who had pulled his down his wettie but stopped once it got to his waist. He was looking very hesitant. I was hoping that I would be able to convince him to pull it all the way off, but looking at him I knew it was going to be difficult. "Um, I haven't got any clothes to change into." Caleb finally said. He was blushing bright red in embarrassment. He still hadn't taken his eyes off my crotch, but now his eyes seemed to be a little glazed over as he was too scared to go any further without clothes to put on. "Just go around naked, that's what I'm going to do." I said. Not giving it a second thought because it was completely natural to me. I hadn't thought about him properly as he was obviously not used to nudity. I suppose thinking about it most kids aren't used to being allowed to be naked, as from the time that they turn 3 they are forced to wear clothes all the time. But I was still so desperate to see what he had, that I would try to encourage him as much as possible. "But... what about your parents seeing us like that?" Caleb questioned. He was clearly embarrassed at the thought of getting caught with his pants down so to speak. In all his life he had never been allowed to go around naked, well that's not entirely true as he had never tried. All the kids he had ever known always wore clothes so instinctively he figured that there must be something wrong with being naked. "Mum is away for a couple of days with her work. My dad... My dad died from a heart attack... when I was 10," I said. I started getting a little upset talking about dad. I was also getting the usual feeling of guilt back, the one that I always get when I remember the incident that led to dad passing away. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, and then trickling down my cheeks before falling through the air and splashing onto the concrete floor. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." Caleb said. Then he came running over and gave me a huge hug. Yet again his touch sent an awesome feeling streaming through my body. I was still crying but my tears had eased right back. His hug was really warm and comforting. It was just what I needed right then. He held onto me for as long as I was going to let him, which with how good I was feeling, could be forever. "That's alright you weren't to know." I whispered into his ear. I was hugging him back at this stage as I really didn't want to let him go. I was wiping the tears from my eyes, as I tried to compose myself. I was getting a strong feeling of contentment come over me. The strangest thing was I was getting a strong feeling of love, and I was feeling love for Caleb too. I don't know why as I had never really considered myself gay. Then again I really hadn't thought about a relationship with anyone before. I just wasn't really that interested in it at this stage. Now I wasn't sure. "Umm, are you sure that you don't have any clothes for me? It's just... umm... I really scared of showing my... you know." Caleb said. He had sensed that I was alright again was looking to get out of his wetsuit. He was extremely embarrassed at the thought of being seen naked. In fact just thinking about it had instantly caused his boner to wilt. Not that he had noticed that he had a boner in the first place. "What I'm trying to say is I'm embarrassed at the size of my..." He was crying now. His sheer embarrassment had taken control. I now knew that he was worried about his size. Although from what I had seen of his wetsuit covered boner, I'm not really sure what he had to be embarrassed about. "Don't worry about how big or small your pecker is. Hell I'm small for my age, and does it look like I care. Anyway we will both grow in time. It really didn't look that small when you got a boner." I said. I was winking at him to try to calm his nerves. He blushed a bright red colour again, remembering having been caught with a boner because he had been ogling me. Little did he know that I had caught him with another boner just before. He wasn't the only one blushing though talking about such an intimate part of a boy's body was making my feel a little awkward, and embarrassed to say the least. What I had said to Caleb seemed to work to ease his embarrassment. He broke away from our hug and tentatively began to pull his wetsuit down. He stalled though just before he pulled it down past his crotch. He was looking a bit worried. He had never exposed himself to anyone before. Even when he went to the toilet he used the stalls as opposed to the urinals. He had been concerned that he had a small dick for quite a while, and was really scared of getting teased about it. He had been teased and abused enough as it was, and he couldn't handle any more. I sensed his discomfort. I suggested to him that I maybe I should get him some of my clothes, if he was really that worried about it. He looked at me and contemplated what I had said. I saw a wave of guilt flush over him. The look confused the hell out of me as I couldn't understand what he was feeling guilty about. It turned out he was feeling guilty because he had considered taking up my offer, even though he had already seen all of me. He had even my boner. He couldn't do that to me. He couldn't enjoy seeing me naked, when he knew that I couldn't enjoy the same thing. He finally decided that he would show me what he had. Slowly he eased his wetsuit down his smooth body. I couldn't see anything at first as he had bent over so he could pull his wettie down, but because he had to bend over, he indirectly hid his package from me. He eventually got his wetsuit fully off. I was about to get my first full look at him naked. Strangely I was really excited with the prospect. I gasp in anticipation as he slowly stood back up to reveal what he was hiding. I could see why he was embarrassed about it. It was only 1 inch long and uncut, but it really did look very cute. He had a tight looking foreskin which extended about another quarter of an inch past the tip of his prick. His dick only dropped about a third of the way down his boy pouch. His sack was rather plump, although it hadn't started to drop. It was still tight against the underside of his penis. Compared to his dick it looked pretty big. His balls looked to be about the same size as mine, but they both appeared to sit at the same height. He of course was all completely hairless and a pale white due to his privates never seeing any sun. His legs were thin. It looked like he had done a lot of cycling or something, because they seemed to have a good muscle tone especially around the thighs, and calf's. He had a decent tan all over, with the exception of where his shorts usually sit. That part was a pale white, and kind of looked sexy. His feet had two white lines going across the part where the toes join to the feet, from where he wore his jandals during summer. I then looked over his chest, which was similar to mine but slightly less defined. He obviously he went without a shirt on most of the time because he had a flawless tan from his face, right down to just below his innie bellybutton. All in all I thought his body was really sexy. I couldn't take my eyes off him. His body was perfect in my mind. I especially loved his cute little package. He is the first boy who I have seen naked, I have never even taken a peak at a boy anywhere before. I had never really been that curious about how other boy's look. Seeing Caleb though, he was breathtakingly sexy and I'm glad that I had never wasted my time ogling other boys'. It helped me to appreciate him even more. Now I was really confused. I was looking over a boy and thinking he was sexy. I knew that there was something special about him, but I had never expected to feel this way about him. I knew he was going to make a great friend, but I was starting to wonder whether it might lead to something more. I tried to shake the thoughts from my head as I really wasn't ready for that sort of thing yet. If I was ready then I would have already tried to find someone to go out with, but I had never even thought about it. "You look so damn hot! And your little dick just looks perfect to me, so don't worry about the size." I was still being unable to believe the words I just used to describe the boy. He was just having that sort of effect on me. I was now saying what I was thinking. At least I knew that he was gay otherwise things could have got really messy having said what I did. "You look really good too." Caleb replied. He then hugged me again, and he was grinning from ear to ear from the compliment I just paid him. It had been a long time since someone had paid him such a nice compliment. He was struggling to stop himself from crying with happiness. It had been a long time since he had last felt so happy too, and he was hoping that things would stay this way. "I mean you look so sexy... Oops, I hope I didn't go too far with that." He was getting flustered. He was thinking that I might take that the wrong way. He was also was a bit surprised that he felt comfortable enough around me to be so up front about something like this. He was feeling so comfortable around me that he was also saying what he was thinking. The problem was he was saying things, before his mind had a chance to tell him that it might not be a good idea. He was a little concerned once he realised what he had said, because he wasn't sure how I would take it. "No that's alright." I said now beaming myself from his super kind words. I was so glad that he felt that comfortable around me that he could say things like that, even if he wasn't sure it was appropriate straight afterwards. I just started rubbing his back enjoying the warmth and comfort I was getting from him. He seemed to be purring from my touch, so I knew he was really enjoying it. I don't know how, but even with all this physical contact our pricks somehow stayed soft. "Thank you so much. You don't know what it means to me to have a friend, especially one that doesn't care that I'm gay." His emotions then took full control of him, and without thinking he kissed me full on the lips. The kiss sent a huge jolt of electricity coursing through me. I shivered at the excitement of the touch. He had not realising what he had just done at first. When he suddenly realised what he was doing he panicked. Knowing that what he had just done was probably over the top. He was really worried that I would think that this was totally inappropriate and hate him for it. He tried to pull away in shame. Feeling the electric feeling that he was getting start to fade, he was disappointed but knew this was no way for a boy his age to act. Especially with someone he had only just met, and who was also a little older than him. The kiss had felt so electric that when he started to pull away I just grabbed him tighter and pulled him back. I really didn't want the feelings to go. It was just so amazing, and it felt so right. So I started giving him a passionate kiss back, and the feelings... the feelings that I was getting were something that I had never ever felt before. If this is what a first kiss is supposed to feel like, then I never want this to end. Before long we were tongue wrestling in each other's mouths. We slowly broke away from our kiss leaving both of us gasping for breath. "That felt so damn hot!" I whispered in his ear. I was still struggling to believe that I felt this way for a boy. It had left me even more confused, but I was starting to slowly get used to the idea that gay or not, there was just something special about Caleb. He seemed to be the perfect person for me. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that I would meet someone who could make me feel so happy all the time, and just from being with them. When we touch, well that is so indescribable as to how I feel. I was still floating well above the earth as a result of the kiss, and I was hoping that nothing would bring me crashing back down. "This is kind of hard to explain. Every time we touch I just feel so good inside, and something about it just feels... well right." I struggled to find the word to describe what I suppose is the indescribable. Somehow I think he understood what I was meaning, although I wasn't really sure what I meant. It was just so hard to explain. I could probably spend my whole life trying to explain what I was feeling, and even then I still don't think that I would succeed. "Mmm, Me to, and that kiss... that kiss was something else. I haven't been this happy... well ever." He said, and some unspoken connection told me exactly what he meant. It wasn't that he has been sad his whole life. I mean I know he hasn't been happy lately. But somehow I knew that before all the drama he had at his old school, he used to be a really happy little boy. He was trying to tell me, that he was experiencing a kind of happiness that he never knew existed. "It's the happiest I've ever been to. Just being around you makes me really, really happy. I am so glad you have come into my life. You complete me." I said. Finally I was being absolutely truthful to myself, and acknowledging that I am indeed gay. I know that I had been slowly coming to terms with the idea, but now I know it's true. He is the only person that I want in my life forever. I don't know how, or why, but for some reason the love of my life seemed to appear from nowhere. I am eternally grateful for Caleb finding me, but I was also wondered as to why I had been so lucky. "I'm so glad I found you too." He said. He was crying tears of happiness. He then gave me another big hug. He sort of threw himself at me this time. I struggled to stay upright as I felt him make impact with me. He was still very gentle with the way he did it, but it was his sheer momentum that nearly knocked me over. He gave me a bit of a sheepish smile realising he had almost caused both of us to go crashing to the floor. I gave him a hug back now that I had regained my balance. I also gave him a reassuring smile. Not wanting to break our embrace but realising that if I don't take my meds soon it could cause some problems, I started to untangle myself from him. Even though my injury wasn't serious, I knew without my meds it would just keep growing. As it is internal bleeding there is no other way to stop it bleeding. If I don't take my meds it will just keep bleeding, and the result will be a huge ugly bruise. It would eventually spread right up my leg, and even further if I let it. I knew that I really should stop putting it off, and take them. "Sorry. But I have to take my meds real soon. Then we need to get something to eat as I'm starting to get really hungry." I said to Caleb. He just nodded his head. He then held out his hand and took a hold my hand. We then walked from the garage into the house holding hands. Strangely I never gave it a second thought. It just felt natural and yet again, it just felt like the right thing to do. I got a warm tingling feeling from holding his hand and it made me feel at one with Caleb. It was like nothing else in the world mattered, as I was in my own little bubble with the cute little boy by my side. Once inside I grabbed my medication from on top of the bench counter. I poured both of us a glass of water, and then handed glass to Caleb. I then put a tablet of my medication in my mouth and chased it down with the water. I was making damn sure that I swallowed the tablet properly. There is nothing worse than when a tablet gets stuck half way down your throat so that you have to drink another glass of water to try to get it down properly. Thankfully I had no issues swallowing it. "That should do the trick." I said to Caleb also giving him a wink. I then watched him finish off his glass of water. He then took his glass and mine and put them both in the sink to get washed. He then turned on the hot tap. He waited for it to heat up, before washing them both with a little detergent that he had grabbed from the cupboard beneath the sink. Once clean, he dried them before putting them back in the cupboard that he had seen me get them from. I was amazed by his manners. Never before have we had a guest in this house that has done the dishes straight away without thinking twice about it. I was really impressed. "So will that stop the blood?" Caleb asked while he was washing the glasses. He wanted to make sure that I was going to be fine. I really could not understand how people could not like this very sweet and caring human being. It was a complete mystery to me as to how Caleb had been treated the way he had. How could anyone do that? Caleb seemed to be the most harmless person that I have ever met. He is also so kind-hearted. And once he comes out of his shell, he is warm and friendly. I could not fathom as to why his old friends had ditched him in such a horrible way. "Yeah that will stop the blood. I will have to go to the doctors in a couple of days' time for a check-up. You know just to be absolutely sure. If you will just wait here a minute I will go set up an appointment now. After I have done that I will get you some lunch." I said to Caleb. He gave me a relieved look at hearing that it would stop the bleeding. I don't know why as I had already told him that I would be fine. I suppose it was more for his piece of mind knowing the meds will do the job. I gave him a tender kiss on the forehead, as I was really happy to have someone who cares so much. I also just wanted to kiss him again. I then made my way to the hallway where the phone is, and rung my doctor. It only took a couple of minutes to set up the appointment. I am regarded as a semi – urgent patient due to the type of condition I have. It means getting special appointments is relatively easy, as usually when I have to make a special appointment it means that something has happened that could potentially jeopardise my health. It doesn't matter how minor the injury is, if I get injured I have to see the doctor. I had no problems getting an appointment on the day that I wanted. I was also able to get the time I wanted too, which was a real bonus. I took a moment to grab my cell phone from my room. I thought that I had better flick mum a text to let her know what had happened. Also I was going to need her to take me through to the hospital on Wednesday, so I also let her know that I had set the appointment up, and what time it was. I knew that when mum got a chance she would probably give me a panicked phone call. She was always worried about me, especially when I get hurt. But the worst part is that, it is probably the only time I hear from her when she is away with work. I finished my text to mum and sent it. I then went back out to the kitchen. I was immediately greeted with a huge hug from Caleb. He embraced me tightly, and I wasn't sure whether he was going to ever let me go again. I hugged him back too, more a result of those loving feelings that he was giving me, than any other reason. "No problems then?" Caleb asked. He was still hugging me tightly, but he still wanted to make sure that I had done what I was supposed to. I was tempted to toy with him a little bit, good-natured of course. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. He seemed to get pretty emotional about stuff, so I wasn't sure how he would react to It, if I messed with him. The idea was starting to feel a little mean, so I opted against it. I thought that I had better get to know him better before I teased him with things like that. "Yep. It's on Wednesday at 11:00am. Just the time I wanted," I replied to him. He gave me a big smile knowing that I had made my appointment. He was happy that I did what I said that I would. I suppose it was another trust thing, and I got big marks for it. I had the feeling that even though I knew Caleb was totally in love with me, I still had to build up his trust. When people who call themselves friends shit on you like they had on Caleb, then I'm not really surprised that he isn't a trusting person. But I was going to make absolutely sure that I never let him down. We were standing there still embraced in a huge hug. Caleb was resting his head on my shoulders, and he was trying to get as close to me as he possibly could. I was totally lost in my thoughts and feelings. I really couldn't believe how quickly this had all happened. I have heard of love at first sight. I didn't love him when I first saw him though, so that saying doesn't work. Is there a saying, love at first touch? Because that represents exactly what has happened to us. It is really strange, and it happened so fast. But I'm in seventh heaven because of it, and I don't want things to change. We stood there hugging each other for ages. Both of us lost in our own thoughts. I wouldn't be at all surprised if Caleb was thinking the same things as me. The comfort and love generated between us was the most amazing feeling. It was the reason that we were able to just stand here hugging for so long. I eventually let out a big sigh, and untangled myself from Caleb. I heard him sigh in disappointment as I released him. I then made my way to the kitchen to whip us up something to eat. The kitchen in my house is pretty much, brand spanking new. It was the last room we renovated. The walls were painted a lemon colour, but it had a white ceiling. It was a large corner style kitchen with a breakfast bar separating the kitchen from the dining room. The large counter top was made of granite. The cabinets and draws had a high gloss wood grain finish. There was a dual sink with a rotating tap that had both spray and pour options on it. There was a waste disposal unit in one of the sinks, and a dishwasher that was internally connected. We also had both a gas hob and oven, so when the inevitable happened and we lost power, we could still cook. The problem with the location of the town is it's at the end of the line so to speak, so with any storm the chances are that we will lose our power supply The dining room was pretty small, but had a four person rectangular Rimu table. Around the table were matching Rimu chairs with lemon colour cushions on them. We also had one of those big buffet and hutch cabinets in the dining room which was also made from Rimu. Mum had also brought one of those flash looking lights which hang down directly above the table. Both rooms were flooded with light as there were huge windows letting in the sunlight from outside. There was also a large ranch slider that leads out onto a deck. I got into the kitchen and started to make lunch. Caleb sat down at the breakfast bar, on one of the chrome stools which had a red cushion on it. I got some cold meat from the fridge, as well as some tasty cheese and of course the butter. You just can't have a sandwich without good ole NZ butter. It just doesn't taste right without it. I put the food on the bench and grabbed some bread from the bread bin. I then grabbed the solid Rimu chopping board to prepare our sandwiches on. Then I proceeded to make lunch. I quickly cleaned up after myself, once the sandwiches had been made. I then sat down at the breakfast bar with Caleb, and we ate our lunch. I don't think either of us realised just how hungry we were till then. We scoffed down the sandwiches in a matter of seconds, but were still hungry. I made us another couple of sandwiches each, and also grabbed a cold can of cola from the fridge. Then I sat back down, and we scoffed down the second lot down almost as quickly as the first. At least this time it hit the spot and we weren't hungry anymore. We also sculled down our refreshingly cold cola, which brought tears to our eyes as the bubbles tickled the backs of our noses. After finishing up our lunch, I threw the empty cans in the bin. Caleb gathered up the plates and put them on the bench. Then showing his responsible well-mannered side he proceeded to wash all the dishes again. He had decided not to bother loading them in the dishwasher, as there wasn't enough for a load. He washed the dishes the old fashion way, by hand. He also dried them off. I was going to help him, but he told me off. He said that I had made lunch so I then get off the dishes. I didn't argue with his logic, as it was nice to have someone who cares enough to do them. "Thank you so much for doing that. But you do know that I don't expect that of you. You are my guest so it should have been me, who looks after you." I said with my voice showing how impressed I was with him. I embraced him in another big hug to emphasis what I had just said. He snuggled into me, as I hugged him. He then looked up to my face. I looked down at him, and straight into his glorious blue eyes. They seem to be sparkling more now, than they were when I first met him. "It was no problem. I don't mind helping out when I'm at someone's house. It just seems like the right thing to do. Anyway I'm not really a guest, well not anymore." He said rather nonchalantly. But there was a definite twinkle in his eyes as he said it. He then took a gentle hold of my cheeks and pulled my face down to meet his. Then he gave me another tender sweet kiss on my lips. We stood there pashing for a while, until we both needed to stop to get a breath of air. "Well after all that I'm feeling a bit tired. Maybe we should go outside and sunbathe for a while," I suggested. It was one of my favourite activities when I was home alone, or when there was no surf. I also thought that it was a good way to spend more time with him. At least I will be able to properly look over that sexy body of his again. I was really thinking that I must be the luckiest kid on earth at the moment. I couldn't believe my luck. This morning I woke up to just a normal summers day. The only thing on my mind was having a surf. Now Caleb took up my mind, and I was trying to find ways of spending as much time with him as I could. "That sounds like a wicked idea!" He exclaimed. He mainly wanted to continue to spend time with me. The only thing that seemed to matter to him anymore was being with me. It was a really weird feeling for him, as for the last while the last thing he wanted to do was hang around another person. He was already starting to change for the better. The best part was it was all due to me. ************ Comments are always welcome at (pennywise3636@gmail.com). Please keep all comments clean. If possible please kick in a few bucks at the Nifty Website, to keep it up and running. The site puts in a lot of effort and work so that we all have a place to come and contribute or read some fine stories.