This story is dedicated to Tim Mead and Mickey S for their friendship, interest and encouragement over the years.
Story Description: Peter, a sixteen year old Year Eleven student, finds his new High School very different to the one he left. The people are different and some of the happenings are very different.
The pool party.
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Chapter 27.
There was a scurry for clothes when the sound of the car interrupted, and Beth walked in just as they reached the bottom of the steps. Her smile blossomed after one glance and the hugs were on.
"So it went well. Is Matthew happy too?"
"That's for sure. You won't believe what Andy did mum."
She did of course, nodding all the way through and asking more questions as Peter spilled out the afternoon's events.
"And you're sure everyone backs you both?"
"We think so. Andy and Marty said they're going to have another talk with one of the year twelves, but everyone else looked as angry as anything about what happened to Matthew."
"Do you think that's right Brent?"
"Yes, Andy told me to watch everyone closely and Marty was doing the same and we all agreed when we talked about it at The Mall."
"So that's where you were?"
"Were you looking for us?"
"Rob was. He rang me when Matthew wasn't home at 5:30."
"Andy took us all to the mall to celebrate. He said he couldn't concentrate on maths coaching."
"How are we going to thank him this time?"
Peter and Brent looked at each other.
"Well, we're not allowed to do a single thing, but he's put in an order for roast beef and tons of roast potatoes."
Beth loved it, then surprised them by walking out the front door. When they looked she was halfway across the road to Andy's house.
"Come on Brent. We'll start cooking. Who knows when she'll be back?"
Beth returned, looking very pleased, just as rissoles and a pan of bacon chunks with some melted cheese were on the verge of being served.
"Well that's organised but we'll need a bigger table."
"We will?"
"There'll be eight Peter. Andy and Marty, Matthew and Rob, you and Brent, plus Colin. Andy says we couldn't leave him out and of course he's right. You can ask him tomorrow."
Eight! Wow! The room would be full.
"When is it mum?"
"Saturday. Andy said you're going out on Friday. And who is Colin? I've never heard you mention his name before."
Peter didn't really have a clue.
"Do you know anything about him Brent? I know he's year Ten and that's about all. He doesn't say much."
"This is his second year on the team but I don't know anything much either."
"Another quiet one?"
"Except for this afternoon. I could hardly believe it was him talking."
"Did he enjoy the celebrating?"
"He loved it. Except when Andy got us to give him a cheer in the mall and everyone looked at us."
Brent left at about eight and Peter studied. It brought him back to earth after the eventful day. Well! He sneaked in half an hour on his new novel too. The rest of the week went well, though with a few interesting surprises. Mr Crossman had a short talk at the end of double maths the next day as he'd planned at Peter's place and looked very satisfied at what he heard. The guys on the team were the biggest surprise though. One by one they sought out Peter and Matthew during the next few days, basically saying they wanted everything to go well. Peter thought Andy must have told them to, but he hadn't. More of them lined up for extra training and there was stacks of mucking around in the changing room. Kenny followed Andy's orders with such enthusiasm that it became a joke with everyone, and Peter gave up on even making a pretence of trying to evade him.
... "What's going to happen Andy?"
Peter was with Andy on the way to Marty's house and got the same answer he'd had every other time he'd asked.
"Who knows? Mostly just mucking around!"
Well the mucking round started when they arrived just after eight and Peter discovered it was a pool party and Andy had accidentally on purpose not told Peter to bring his speedos. By the general round of grins Peter realised he'd been set up. He was given no choice and there were laughs and whistles as he stripped to his jocks. Of course he'd worn his special ones because they made him feel good, and of course it was even funnier when Matthew arrived five minutes later with Brent and Paul, and caught the same as Peter, revealed he was wearing the matching pair. By 8:30 everyone was there, except Jason, one of the year nines, and there were fourteen boisterous guys in the water. God! Were they all after him? They weren't, as Peter could see, it just felt like it. He could hardly stay standing since the standard form of greeting seemed to be an approach from behind then a shove under the water. An impromptu war broke out when Andy climbed on Marty's shoulders and challenged everyone. This was total chaos because it was every pair for themselves. A ball appeared from somewhere and was the attraction for a while. At least it was soft and bounced when it hit you. Marty brought out a couple of floating mattresses which got used in endless different ways. At first everyone tried to use them at the same time, and then Justin showed a trick where you jumped from the side of the pool and tried to stand on the mattress as if you were surfing. He was good at it but most efforts ended with guys sprawling headfirst into the water.
" Dive! Dive! Dive!"
What? Andy was looking at him with a grin, which meant that in a couple of seconds everyone else was. He pointed to the edge and Peter knew he was meant to climb out. So! Diving was it? That meant he was going to lose his jocks. They were awkward enough with the ordinary mucking around, needing frequent hitches and there was no way they'd survive a proper dive. They stayed on the first time because he cheated and bent his knees right up as he hit the water. That just got him friendly boos and calls to do it again. Matthew did it properly. As Peter climbed out at the side, he watched the perfect racing dive. Jocks didn't stand a chance and there were cheers when he surfaced, his jocks down past his knees. Even that wasn't good enough. They yelled for him to have another go. Okay! Now Peter understood his dive wasn't going to be good enough unless he totally lost his jocks. It took two more tries, but when he came up completely free the cheer was followed by a race to retrieve the floating garment. Peter didn't win, and neither did Matthew after his dive. That was the last they saw of their jocks for the rest of the night. Andy beckoned, and while Peter was approaching, said something to the guys on each side. It was definitely trouble because they laughed and passed it on. Andy put one hand on Peter shouldered as if he was being friendly, while the other grabbed him beneath the water.
"Meet the team Big D.!"
Oh God! The whole team? Andy yelled out, "Little D.", which set the pattern, and Peter was moved to the next person. The third person was Justin, who tugged Peter's dick till it was growing, and then got the laughs.
"Not So Little D.!"
That was it. Once Peter's boner started there was no stopping it and Paul, the fourth person, made his pronouncement.
"Big D.! Big D.!"
Right round Peter went, with each guy now tugging his full boner, a few with quick light touches, most with lively tugs, and a few really giving him the works. Kenny didn't stop at all and Peter was only rescued by Brent pulling him away.
"Big D. Big D.!" they called in turn, while, "Bluey! Bluey!" travelled round the other way.
"Having fun Peter?"
"You wait Andy. You just wait."
That was what he was meant to say and Andy gave a pleased nod.
"Dive! Dive!"
Everyone stared at Kenny.
"Dive yourself Kenny! They'll break them off if they dive now!"
"Council of war everyone!"
Everyone left the pool, typical, just when they'd given him a boner, gathered under the lights on the patio, and under Andy's direction made another of the circles like in the change room. What was with these circles? They'd never done them till this week, but Peter had to admit they were effective.
"In the center, Bluey, Peter."
The center? Well, every one of them had already had a grope in the water, now they were getting the full view. Peter felt a bit silly just standing there so he moved beside Matthew and put his arm round his shoulders. Wow! Everyone was smiling as if they liked it so Peter left his arm where it was.
"Okay, what'll we do if Bluey gets a rough time on Wednesday?"
The first few suggestions were for quite physical and violent paybacks.
"Sounds great Justin but we've gotta be smart. That'll just make things worse. If we do bad stuff it'll come back on us."
"How're we going to protect Matthew then?"
"We won't have too. We'll all be with him in the changing room and there won't be rough stuff when they see Marty and Brent right with him."
"They're going to say stuff to the rest of us to make him feel bad. It's the only thing they can do. We'll just tell them to piss off as if we don't believe them. If every single one of us acts the same way it backfires on them."
Everyone agreed with Paul on that and started discussing what to say.
"Tell them it takes one to know one!"
"Call them Wankers!"
"Hey Andy, why don't we just agree with them?"
That was unusual enough to warrant full attention on Colin.
"Like how?"
"Just say, "Yeah we know, but he's a good bloke", or something like that!"
Everyone agreed that was the best so far.
"I'm gay!"
God! It was Brad. Every head snapped round with the same startled look that Peter was feeling. Brad laughed and looked back.
"So's Andy. And so's Phillips and Marty. I saw it in a movie and it was really funny. We could all say we're gay."
No one said anything while they took in this weird idea.
"If any one of them says something about Matthew we act like we're coming on to them. Just imagine it!"
Jaws dropped then smiles grew into laughs at Paul's idea.
"I'll tell them he's got the best dick I ever saw."
That was it. The idea caught like wildfire and suggestions came thick and fast. Andy looked like he was in the seventh heaven from laughing and the next hour turned crazy while everyone practised being gay. Some definitely practised with a lot more gusto than others, especially when Marty carted out a slab of beer. Inevitably there were calls for a demo from the experts, as Marty called Peter and Matthew, and they were put together and told to get into it, well that was one of quite a variety of suggestions. A big frontal hug was enough, except for Kenny, Justin and Paul, who kept urging them to do other stuff. The night turned kind of normal then, with mostly music and talking or hacking round in the pool.
Except it's hard to feel normal when you don't know where your jocks are, Kenny and a couple of others are frequently cranking your boner up under Andy's standing orders, and you've never experienced a party like this to know what normal means.
It wasn't a late party and Peter arrived home at half past twelve.
The end of chapter 27.
Author's Note.
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