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Special thanks to LAS and GEILE for their continuing interest and responses. Their comments and questions have helped me with some issues about the story.
What happened in the last posting.
Part Eleven. During the long Christmas break Peter travelled to England. When he got back he had an embarrassing time at a nudist beach with Michael.
Part Twelve. Peter had an interesting and exciting rafting trip and got to know Brian and Anthony much better.
Part thirteen Holiday's End.
The next day Peter drove to the surf club and spent two days helping out.
When he arrived home there was an email saying he had four weeks to get nude photos of twenty guys that he knew. Peter didn't like that. He emailed back saying that he didn't think that was right.
The reply came back saying he still had to get the photos but he didn't have to send them. Peter thought about this and decided it covered any worries he had, but made life very awkward for himself. The two Peters had their own time together for the next three days working on Pete's portfolios and they traveled to various locations.
On the weekend the whole household gathered to make plans. This was the last week before College started and they were going to spend the whole time down at the special bay. Anthony had one more week of his holidays and Andrew was working things so he could be there for the first three days.
On Sunday they left and bought supplies on the way. They arrived and spent an hour and several trips to get everything carted through the bush. Anthony, Brian and Sam had not been there before and were rapt. In another half hour they had the three two-man tents set up and Andrew had brought his own specially built longer one. They had time for a swim so they mucked round in the bay. Peter spent half the time with Brian and Anthony, making sure they knew all the survival techniques and giving them a few tips. Apart from Brian and Anthony they all swam out to the island.
What a difference! Peter thought.
Neither Andrew or Michael had been game to swim the hundred metres last time, and now they didn't even notice it. Michael had been rather thin and ran out of energy quickly, but now he had filled out and had endurance and strength. Peter suddenly realized how much Michael had grown in the past twelve months. He watched as Michael dived gracefully into the little pool sheltered by the island then glide through the clear water. After tea they talked then went to bed as the night came on. Peter took his speedos off and pulled his sheet over him. It was way too hot for his sleeping bag. Michael was soon there and after he stripped he lifted Peter's sheet and lay down next to him.
Hey! Mudcrab! I haven't been seeing enough of you. I really missed you on the rafting trip. I was mostly thinking of you when I organized it you know.
Truly? I felt sad when you all went off without me but there's only four weeks left till our exhibition and I feel like we need about ten.
Teamwork like you're doing is very hard. Is it working out with Sam?
Peter! He's amazing. He works so hard and he looks so good. You must look at my photos and help me because I can't figure out whether they look good because they're good, or because I like him so much.
I know what that's like. I had the same trouble with you and Sam. Do you think you've got enough pictures Michael?
Well! That's another problem because we've got forty to fifty that we'd like to use but Philip suggested about twenty.
That's interesting, because I usually struggle to get the number I set out for. Can I have a look on Monday after we get back? I have to go to College in the morning but I can spend the rest of the day if you like.
We'd love that. We've wanted to ask you but you've been so busy. Peter! Can I ask you about Wednesdays?
What do you mean?
The problem is I don't really need your help with the maths, and you've taught me how to swim.
Peter's heart lurched. He hadn't thought of this.
That's all right Michael but I'll really miss it.
That's not what I meant. It was my favorite day last year and I wondered if we could do something together this year?
Michael! Can I make you a deal? Let's make Wednesdays our day. >From after College to bedtime. Reserved for us. That's what I'd like the most.
Really? I was worried I was going to lose it, and now it's better than ever.
Well! It mightn't be Wednesday and we probably should use after tea for College stuff and I can help you with maths but you know what I mean.
Peter and Michael talked for hours that night.
The next day was abseiling day and they had two new chums to teach. Brian and Anthony were both eager. They'd felt special getting through the rafting and they wanted to prove themselves again. Peter left it to Andrew and Pete to show them, and used the opportunity to get dozens of photos of Pete. Pete was eager to help them as they'd got much closer on the rafting trip, and it was this eagerness and excitement that Peter wanted to capture.
Anthony surprised everyone by going over the edge without any worries and then Anthony was the only one who could coax Brian over. They took them from the little drops gradually to the bigger ones where everyone started having a turn. They finished mid afternoon and went back to camp where swimming was the activity for the rest of the day. Sam, Brian and Anthony hadn't used snorkeling gear, and when Pete showed them, they spent several hours exploring this new world. The other three swam slowly along the cliff side of the inlet till they reached the entrance where the waves were crashing over the reefs. A nightly task when they got back was to fill their water containers. This meant a walk of five hundred metres along the sandy shore to where a small stream was trickling over a rocky ledge. Another nightly task was to search for crayfish. Peter had brought a short hand spear this time, which made the job much easier. It usually only took about twenty minutes to catch enough to feed the six who ate them. After their feast, as Brian and Anthony called it, they sat together round the campfire and talked about the days activities. Andrew persuaded Michael to sing. They'd been practicing together for six months now and he sang for half an hour. Sometimes he got the others to join in but mostly they just wanted to listen.
Pete worked out a roster for the tents. Andrew couldn't swap because he was too big and Brian and Anthony were partners but the rest were swapping. Peter was with Sam tonight and he'd seen as little of Sam as he had of Michael. Peter was first in the tent again and he got hard waiting for Sam. As soon as he arrived Peter grabbed him and hugged him tight. Sam laughed at being attacked by this naked man and almost immediately discovered Peter's excited state.
This is quite a welcome Peter.
Sam! How can we live in the same house and hardly see each other for nearly two months?
Don't blame me! I'm not the one who goes overseas and all over the place.
Peter started taking Sam's clothes off which made Sam laugh again. Peter ran his hands over Sam's body. He hadn't felt this smooth skin for too long. While he was talking he held Sam's cock and felt it grow.
That feels so good Sam. Can we just hold each other and talk?
Well! We can try. But it might get a bit hard you could say.
They talked for over an hour, touching and caressing all the time, and caught up on each other's lives and thoughts. Peter was very interested to hear Sam's side of his and Michael's work.
We're worried about how much time we've got left but we work so well together I can't get over it. He has so many ideas and so much energy I've hardly been able to keep up with him.
Michael says you're the one who works hard.
We both do. I'm hoping we'll stay as a team together after we finish this project. I think we will too, because we've already got some ideas we could try.
How do you think your project is going?
We're both really excited because we think it's great, but we want you to have a look and help us if you can.
Didn't Michael tell you? We've organized that for next Monday after midday.
Great! Now tell me what happened when you went to England. I haven't heard much and I would love to travel.
They talked more, then nearly drove each other crazy with their passion.
Peter woke early and Sam was on his side facing him. He held Sam's cock and felt it slowly grow and harden. Then after squeezing some lubricant into himself he moved himself so that his backside was pressing against Sam. Slowly and carefully Peter moved and wriggled till Sam was right inside him. He squeezed and massaged Sam with his internal muscles. Sam must have been having a great dream because he started to occasionally push in and out. Peter kept this going for fifteen minutes when he felt Sam's body tense for a moment.
So Peter! Just how did we get into this position? I wish I could wake up like this every morning.
He reached round and held Peter's hard-on and they gently stimulated each other for another half an hour before they helped each other to cum, then stayed joined close till they heard the others getting up.
Tuesday was an exploration day. They took some lunch and explored East along the cliff tops. This was hard work as they had to scramble through the bush at times and clamber over rocky patches. It was also slow going as the cameras were working overtime and Sam was doing lots of sketches. There were magnificent views and rugged rock formations with waves crashing over them and after three hours and five kms, they came to Peter's objective. This was a large bay he had seen on his map, which swept back in from a long point of rock. First they had some lunch then made their way down to the sandy beach. Their packs were stowed under some shady trees and they stripped to their speedos, shorts for Andrew, and relaxed on the sand.
Anthony and Brian! I hope you don't mind if you stay here for a few hours because the rest of us are going out there.
Peter pointed to a good size island out in the bay. Andrew and Michael didn't believe him and Sam and Pete looked amazed as well.
I checked it carefully on the map and it's nearly a kilometer away. Yesterday afternoon you two swam that far with me and hardly noticed it. It's the same as twenty laps of the pool and you know that's easy for you.
Brian and Anthony watched as they set off. They swam at an easy pace with energy saving strokes and stops for rests whenever they felt like it. They reached the island sooner than they expected. It was about 150 metres across and they could see a large rock platform sloping down into the water. This was the perfect place to climb out and they carefully made their way up the rock in their bare feet. Once they reached the level area Pete started doing a victory dance and Michael joined him. Then they were shipwrecked sailors gasping for water. Then Michael became the siren luring the travelers with his song. He had to tell Pete what that meant, but Pete put a dreamy look on his face and wrapped his arms round Michael. After a rest they looked round. There wasn't much to see but one section was higher than the rest and Pete went to check it out. He yelled for everyone, and it was an overhang with the sea disappearing beneath it. When all were ready they set off swimming again. Peter took them round the island to check the overhang and it was a real find, as it turned out to be a large cave stretching some fifty metres into the rock. They made their way carefully in and as their eyes adjusted to the dim light they could see more and more. It was quite eerie. Their voices echoed and boomed in the enclosed space and it felt like a temple or church. They couldn't find anywhere to climb out of the water so they made their way out and headed back. They couldn't see Brian and Anthony when they reached the shore and Pete wanted to surprise them so everyone walked quietly to where the gear was stored. They surprised them all right because they were making love in a dip in the sand.
We didn't think you'd be back so soon.
Pete loved this.
My God! How long do you want? Your pekkers must be worn off by now.
Sam wanted them to stay in position so he could make a sketch and Michael said he could see definite possibilities for a camera shot. With the stirring finished, the five swimmers all got a much needed drink from their daypacks, and after a rest everyone headed back along the cliff tops to the camp.
The first thing everyone wanted when they got back was a drink and next was a swim to cool off. Pete announced he was sick of wearing too many hot clothes and stripped nude. Sam followed suit but everyone else wore their swimming gear. After a quick swim Peter found a shady spot and read a novel for an hour. Anthony pulled out his hand line and said he was going fishing. Peter said that the muscles and limpet shells would be good for bait. Michael, Pete and Andrew went for crayfish and Sam worked on his sketches. Everyone was starving from the long day's activity and Anthony was treated like a hero when he caught six nice fish, one of which was at least two kgs.
I couldn't believe it! Every time I threw the line in they grabbed it.
Peter was most impressed because he loved fish. It was crayfish he couldn't eat. It really was a feast because they had more crayfish than could be finished as well. Everyone was so tired they went to bed as soon as it was dark. Peter was sharing with Michael again but they'd only talked for a few minutes when Peter knew that Michael was sound asleep. In the morning Peter awoke to a typical Michael situation. It was the 'Peter on his back, Michael pressed against him with his top leg resting on Peter's boner' scenario. Peter waited for a while thinking Michael might move, but he didn't, and Peter's boner wouldn't go down either. Eventually he rolled slowly away from Michael and dozed off again. He woke with a start to find himself being tickled by Michael.
Hey Torturer! Watch it or I might eat you.
Peter should have kept quiet because now he had Michael all over him and full of life. Peter wrestled and tickled Michael back but with their nude bodies so close and especially being tickled he didn't last long. As soon as he felt himself harden he rolled onto his stomach and pretended to give up. Michael tickled him some more then stopped. He suddenly reached under Peter and felt his hard cock.
So that's why you stopped. That's why you turn away from me, and lie on your stomach so much, isn't it? I'm going to check you out from now on.
Peter didn't know what to say. Once Michael's curiosity was aroused you couldn't stop him.
Well! Let's get up. I think I can hear someone else out there.
O.K! Peter! You first!
Peter found his speedos and slipped them on. He had to push his cock to the side to keep it in. He quickly left the tent to the sound of Michael's laugh.
Today was Andrew's last day. In the morning they went to some cliffs they'd noticed yesterday about half a km along from the entrance. They were the highest yet and looked very exciting. They were stuck for a while because they couldn't see anywhere to climb up. Andrew found a way. There was a section where it was quite easy except for a ten metre overhang. He said they'd have to use the second rope and harness and he'd pull them up the overhang.
But what about you Andrew? You can't just miss out.
Andrew laughed and said if six strong guys couldn't lift him he'd be amazed. It took longer with only one rope. The height of the cliff used most of the rope and gave a real rush of exhilaration as you started down. Peter went first and was the safety man for the others. When the six of them were down they scrambled along to Andrew who lifted them effortlessly one after the other. Then he had his turn. They all got very confident and started jumping down and running sideways along the cliff face. Andrew showed them a special way that you could go down headfirst, but no-one was game to try, and Peter wondered where he had learnt it. They were back at camp for lunch and in the afternoon Peter took them two km to the west where there was a surf beach. The waves were quite large but it looked quite safe if you kept away from the rocks on each side. Pete helped Sam and Andrew who wanted to learn to bodysurf, and Peter and Michael stayed with Brian and Anthony and got them going on the two boogie boards they had brought. Sam and Andrew learnt quickly and the five swimmers headed out to the second break. Peter showed them how to dive low beneath the oncoming waves so they didn't get carried in and tumbled about. These waves were wonderful for bodysurfing. They were powerful but not dumpers and would carry sixty or seventy metres if you wanted to. They spent five hours there. They'd surf for an hour, come out for a rest, then go back in again. Pete decided he was going to try without his speedos. He informed everyone, with a big grin, that it was definitely an experience not to be missed, and soon Andrew was the only one wearing anything. Peter could see Andrew smiling at him all the time and when they were sitting on the beach he asked him about it.
First of all I'm smiling because I feel like I'm at a nudist colony. But mostly I've been thinking how last time I was down here I wasn't game to get out of my depth and now I can enjoy swimming for an hour in big surf. I've got a lot to thank you for Peter. Being able to swim like this has opened up big possibilities for me. Of course it means I can have lots of adventures that I didn't even think of before and I want us to go sea kayaking at some stage, but it means I can go further in my job as well.
We're all mystified by this job and all your contacts Andrew. Is there some reason you never talk about it?
Well! Keep this to yourself Peter but it's because I'm not allowed to. Even saying that is more than I should. I've broken another rule by letting you guys become my friends too, but luckily I'm fairly hard to replace
How did you get to know so much about computers? Michael is pretty good with them but he tells me that he knows nothing compared to you.
I'm not boasting, but I am cleverer than most people, and when I was young I found school so boring I had to find other things to do. I got hooked on computers and found I was a natural with them. It was a shock when I found that no-one knew the answers to my questions, but it was also exciting for me because I learnt I could work things out myself, and I ended up with a triple masters degree in computer science, maths and cryptology.
Peter felt uneasy with himself. He knew he'd misjudged Andrew seriously. He'd known that Andrew was very capable but this put a totally different light on him.
Andrew! I'm embarrassed! Here I have been feeling very clever and competent because I majored in maths and got a degree, and all this time I'm chickenfeed compared to you. You are very good at keeping things quiet about yourself aren't you?
There's nothing to be embarrassed about Peter. I think you've got things the wrong way round. I happen to have more admiration for people who work to gain their achievements than those who just fall into them like I did. And don't you pull this admiration for the great guru stuff on me because there're facets of your makeup that I look on with the same kind of longing. Your ability as an artist is something I would love and I know how much you helped me that day you made me go back in the ocean after you saved me. I don't mean the physical help. You knew what was happening in my mind and forced me to make the best decision even if it was hard. And look at what we've got here. Not one of us isn't a happier person since meeting you, and our household is something special with bonds that just keep growing stronger. Don't you try to tell me that we're all nice people and it would have happened anyway, because that's just not true. Brian and Anthony would probably be fighting prejudice and living in misery in some total dump. Pete is a changed person since he's become your special friend and I don't have to say anything about how much you've helped Sam and Michael. Speaking for myself, you're the first person I've met in my life who I know to be a true friend and you've given me the friendship of all these others as well.
A wonderful feeling of happiness welled up inside Peter. Andrew had just stated how much his friendship meant and Peter felt proud that he'd given it. The flip side of course was that Andrew had just formally given it back.
Peter had a strange feeling as if he had somehow become more than one person.
Andrew! I'm sorry but I don't know what to say.
Well! Let's just enjoy! I've got time for one more swim with the reborn hippie generation before we should get back to camp. Come on! I'll race you to the waves.
The day passed too quickly and by the time they got back and helped Andrew with his gear to his bike, it was nearly 7.00 p.m. Goodbyes were quick and everyone made an impromptu guard of honor and cheered as Andrew left. His response was to spray them all with sand and dirt from his spinning wheel and leave with a one hundred metre mono along the track. They filled the water bottles on the return to camp and had tea from their supplies.
Part Fourteen
Everyone was a bit quiet after Andrew left. He mightn't be boisterous but his presence was certainly powerful, and it felt different without him.
After tea they sat together for an hour. Sam sketched and Pete made everyone laugh. Brian and Anthony were particularly close, and Michael was setting himself up in poses for Sam. Peter had his camera and caught some great candid shots of everyone. They discussed what to do the next day and decided to spend the day in the car traveling to places along the wild South Coast. Peter had a bush bath and felt clean and fresh and in the tent he relaxed on top of his sheet waiting for Pete. Pete was also having a clean up but he took ten minutes longer to get to the tent. Peter was in a dozy half asleep state when he arrived and smiled in pleasure as he felt Pete playing with his cock and balls. His dreamy state totally ended when Pete gave him a couple of nipple rippers and jabbed his finger in Peter's belly button and wriggled it round. Peter opened his mouth to exclaim but couldn't get a sound out because Pete was waiting to give his special version of mouth to mouth. Peter felt like a whirlwind had hit him. He felt Pete grab his balls and circle them with thumb and forefinger to trap and hold them then squeeze and pull on them till his cock had erected. Pete jumped on top of Peter and sat on his chest.
Come on slave! Suck my cock! I know you want it.
He grabbed Peter's jaws, pulled them open and shoved his cock right in.
Get working pretty boy and give me good head!
My God! What's this game going to mean? Thought Peter.
I've had my eye on you all day, boytoy! And you're mine tonight. I saw you eyeing off my piece of meat and if you want it you do what the master says. Give that tongue a workout and watch the teeth.
Peter promptly gave a gentle bite to see what would happen. Pete reached down and grabbed both of Peter's nipples and stretched and twisted them. It wasn't painful but it wasn't exactly pleasant either.
Peter had a shock to find that it was turning him on though.
Now! Get those hands up behind your head and don't move them till I say.
Peter did this and Pete released his nipples. The next thing he did was to hold Peter's head with his hands and move it back and forth on his cock. Peter gave another bite to see what would happen next. Pete took hold of Peter's earlobes and nipped them with his fingers. Once again this was uncomfortable but felt good at the same time. Peter gave another bite.
My slave is feeling disobedient! Take a big breath then, because you've got three more breaths to bring me off, or it will be a golden drink.
Pete used one hand to close Peter's nostrils and the other to hold his mouth sealed. Peter took up the challenge and worked rapidly with his tongue and mouth to tease Pete's cock. He didn't really believe that Pete would piss in his mouth but it would be just like him to do it for its shock value. Peter was feeling dizzy in his last breath when he felt his mouth flooding. He gasped in air as Pete released his nostrils and lips then made Pete jump back by rubbing his tongue over his cockhead.
Pete! You idiot! You had me worried then. I didn't know if you meant that or not. Now! Give me a proper kiss.
What? Don't you want to be my slave for the night Peter?
No I don't! And I don't want you to be mine either. I like the real Pete much better.
Pete wasn't ready for the kiss yet, but after using some lubrication and wriggling back till Peter was right inside him, he was, and then it was another hour before Peter had a chance to feel dozy again.
They got moving early the next morning and had a very interesting day visiting the wild cliffs and beaches along the southern coast. Loch Ard Gorge with its blowhole and thunder cave, the giant sandstone sentinels called the Twelve Apostles and a beautiful spot called The Grotto carved into the cliff face. Peter knew of a place called The Arch where they went off the walking track and clambered down to a ledge where the big waves were breaking. The interesting thing was a tunnel, which went through the cliff face and came out on another ledge which followed the cliff face around. Everyone enjoyed the day but agreed that they liked their own camp better because there were no people there.
They arrived back in time to swim and relax or whatever before tea.
Sam had a huge bunch of rough sketches he wanted to work on and Peter spent some time with Brian and Anthony who had let him know they wanted to improve their swimming. Pete and Michael went for some crayfish. Next Anthony went off with Brian to his special super spot to try for some more fish and the two Peters and Michael went for a fast swim out to the entrance. As they were coming back they saw Anthony and Brian waving so they swam over. Anthony was leaping round in his excitement. He'd caught eighteen fish all the same type and then when he thought his line was snagged, he had a great fright to find it was a giant eel nearly a metre long.
What will we do with it? Should we throw it back in or can we try eating it?
You can try if you like but it will probably be very tough. Those other fish are called whiting and they are delicious, especially when they are as fresh as this.
Tea was a feast again and everyone said it was the best yet. Peter had some lemons in the supplies, which made the whiting mouth-watering. Pete said everyone had to put on an act of some kind after tea. He tried to make a rule that everyone was nude at some part but no-one agreed because it was mosquito time. Everyone enjoyed themselves and each other's acts but Michael stole the show. By popular demand he had to sing and then do three encores. It was dark when Pete did his last act, but everyone was wide awake so they walked to the entrance by the light of the bright moon and watched the waves crashing in. When they got back to the camp Pete went for a bucket of seawater to put the campfire out.
Hey! Come and look at this. It's great!
He'd discovered that when you moved something through the water it lit up with phosphorescence. Before long everyone was paddling and watching each step light up with little flecks of fiery light. Pete tossed all his clothes up on the beach and said he was going to try having a swim. Peter's eyes watched with astonishment when Pete dived in the waist deep water and came up five metres away. It looked like an arrow of light was traveling through the water as Pete's body disturbed the little creatures and they flashed into sparks of brilliance.
When Pete stood up Peter saw an image he was never to forget.
The bright moonlight gleamed on Pete's body, showing the beauty of his shape, but he was also covered in little specks of light. In his mind Peter saw a young sea god emerging from the water, clothed in nothing but light.
Hey! This is awesome! I'm on fire but it doesn't burn. You have to try this.
Everyone joined him and he was right. It was awesome! Every movement through he water left a trail of sparks. When Peter stood up from his first dive under he could see the tiny pinpoints of light flashing all over his body. The water felt beautifully warm and everyone experimented with the effects of the light. Pete called Sam over and jumped on him piggy-back style. Brian copied Pete, and Michael wasn't going to be left out. Peter had no say and felt Michael's legs clasp round his stomach and his strong arms holding round his neck. For a while they tried to push the other pairs over then they started to walk through the water. Peter felt trapped. The closeness of Michael had its usual effect and his cock built up to a full boner. Luckily Michael didn't know because Peter was now supporting him by his legs. He was discovered though because Pete decided it was time to head back and told everyone to swap positions. For some reason Michael decided to have Peter on his shoulders. He jumped off Peter's back and dived between his legs from behind. Holding Peter's legs for balance, he stood up with Peter on his shoulders. Peter felt his cock pressed into the back of Michael's head and he knew he was sprung when Michael stopped moving and pushed his head back against him. Michael laughed and reached up with his hand to feel Peter's cock.
I've caught you again Peter! This is the second time now.
Michael! Let me down! This is embarrassing.
Michael started walking after the others.
No! You stay there! I don't mind, and I think it's funny because I've kind of got you trapped.
After a short distance Michael fell over. He made Pete change to piggy-back style as it was much more stable. This raised Peter's tension much more. The full length of his cock was now pressed against Michael's back and to his shock he realized that with every step his body was jolted up and down. Every step meant his cock was pressed and rubbed. By the time they were half way back Peter's balls were drawn up tight and his cock was straining rigid. They went a bit further then he stopped Michael.
Michael! You have to let me off. We can swap if you like.
Michael let Peter down and hesitated a moment.
Come on! You raging stallion! See if we can catch up to the others.
He charged off through the water and Peter followed. They caught up to Brian and Anthony and tipped them over but Pete and Sam were too far ahead. When everyone went up for their clothes Peter relaxed in the water watching the lights as he moved his arms and legs. When he walked to the camp he had a drink then grabbed some soap and water for his nightly wash. Peter wondered if Michael was asleep because it was very quiet as he approached the tent, so he sneaked in quietly. As Peter was lying down Michael grabbed him and gave him a fierce hug then snuggled up to him as he usually did. Peter wondered what to say but Michael started talking first.
Peter! I've been thinking a lot these last few days. Are you a magician?
Michael! You've lost me. What do you mean?
Well! How do you make people so happy? I've never known anyone who's made me feel as special as you do. I've been watching everyone else this trip and it's the same for them. Andrew is always a mystery man to me but yesterday I was watching him and he was smiling all the time. I had a feeling creep through my head that he'd never been as happy in his whole life. I reckon you put a magic spell on people, that makes them feel special.
Peter grabbed Michael at the back of his neck and gave a tug.
I'm glad they feel happy and special Michael but I don't really think it's much to do with me.
Michael gave a little laugh and Peter felt his nostrils pitched.
Now I've got you by the nose Peter Bonner. I'm going to ask everyone tomorrow and I'll bet they all agree with me.
Just because they all agree with you doesn't mean you're right.
I'll ask Andrew then and I wouldn't like to argue with him.
Michael! I wouldn't either. I'm sorry about tonight.
Sorry about what?
When you were carrying me.
Oh! You mean your boner. Boy! It was a hard one wasn't it? I thought you were going to dig a hole in my back. There's nothing to be sorry about. It's just you isn't it?
Just me?
Yes! I like to know everything I can find out about you. You sounded a bit quick when you said P. B. was your initials at the club. So I found out why it stands for Peter Boner. I think it's neat and your score is already up to two.
What score?
I told you yesterday I was going to catch you whenever I can.
Michael! You're impossible.
Now I'm not! I'm here, so I must be possible.
What did you think of the phosphorescence in the water tonight Michael?
I told you when we started talking Peter. You're a magician. When you're around magic things happen. My eyes nearly fell out when Pete dived in. It was like he turned from a person into light that was alive. Remember when we were looking at the moon and there was an eclipse. I always keep thinking you did that just for me.
Wow! I must be pretty good then. Wake me up in the morning in case I forget to tell the sun to come up.
Michael must have found this a bit funny because he started to laugh then grabbed his pillow and hit Peter with it.
Don't get cheeky with me Peter! Don't forget that I'm the boss and you're the brute who needs his hair tugged.
Michael dived on Peter and grabbed at his hair. When this didn't work he started wrestling and trying to hold Peter's arms down.
Peter didn't know how to cope. There was nowhere to go in the tent and Michael seemed to be oblivious to the fact they were both nude. Arms and legs became entangled and the closeness had its inevitable effect on Peter. He curled in a ball on his side and told Michael that he'd won again and really was a brute. Michael laughed again.
Have I really won? Lie on your back then.
Do I have to?
The score's three now isn't it?
Ah! Yes!
Boy Peter! You turn on quickly don't you? I wish I could.
What do you mean?
Michael went quiet and still and Peter felt a chill fly through him as he realized this was another forbidden area of discussion.
Peter! Hold me please! I need you!
The dreadful tone in Michael's voice made Peter forget everything else. He jumped up and hugged Michael tightly to him.
Hey! Mud crab! Hang on tight. Can I help?
Peter could feel Michael's body heaving as it was racked with emotion. He cursed the ghosts that could turn Michael from happiness to despair in a moment and felt like crying himself when he felt moisture drop onto his arm.
Peter! I'm so sorry! I just can't stop it.
It's all right Michael, I don't mind what you do.
Peter kept holding Michael tight for another five minutes, occasionally rocking him and talking quietly as Michael's body gradually relaxed and calmed down. He went so quiet that Peter started to think that he'd gone to sleep. Michael's body suddenly stiffened then he sat up.
I'm all right now Peter, but can I hug you for helping me?
Of course you can.
Peter didn't quite realize what Michael had meant because he faced Peter and put his arms around him. He squeezed hard for a while then pushed Peter down on his back. Michael lay on his side next to Peter and rested with his top arm across Peter's chest and his top leg bent and resting on Peter's groin.
Please Peter don't move till after I'm asleep. I just want to feel really close to you.
Michael was quiet but he kept pressing his arm and his body against Peter. He moved so that his head was on Peter's chest and occasionally Peter felt Michael's leg move as well. After a while Michael was completely quiet and Peter didn't move in case he woke him up. Peter woke in the morning from one of his usual great erotic dreams. He lifted his head and saw Michael's leg resting on his hard cock. He heard a bit of the giggle from Michael.
I woke up first this morning Peter. Guess what! You've been moving your self against my leg for the last five minutes.
Peter rolled on his side away from Michael.
You don't have to be that embarrassed. You were asleep.
Michael snuggled himself right up close and tangled his fingers in Peter's hair. He talked about the things they've been doing and said he was excited about Peter looking at his photos on Monday and wondered what they were doing for the day. Peter went to get up the Michael grabbed him.
Don't go Peter! Can I have you to myself for a while?
Peter rolled over of so he was facing Michael then leaned forward and rubbed noses with him.
There you are boss! I won't leave until you do the same to me, but I expect if we wait too long Pete could throw a bucket of water over us or something.
He would wouldn't he? Peter Can we go somewhere for a few days? Just you and me.
We'll go next weekend. No! We can't! Your exhibition is on. What about the weekend after? When we get together on Wednesday we'll make some special plans. I've already got an idea. No! I've got two ideas.
Michael wanted to know the ideas but Peter said he'd keep them secret till Wednesday. Michael kept talking for a while then leaned over and rubbed noses.
Peter! I've been trying to think how to say thank you.
That's hard sometimes isn't it? Saying it doesn't seem to be enough. But what ever I did I'm glad it pleased you.
Michael was about to say something when the tent collapsed.
Michael! It wasn't a bucket of water, but I bet it was Pete that caused it.
A big laugh proved it was Pete, but the pile of bodies that squished them showed that everyone else was involved as well. When Peter found the zip and climbed out, Sam and Pete and Brian lifted him up and carried him to the water and threw him in. Anthony held Michael down till the others got back and then he also was thrown in.
Peter! We've been talking and what do you think of spending the day at the surf beach. We mean the whole day and have lunch and tea and come home in the dark.
There was some organizing to do because it meant carrying enough water and two meals for each person plus what ever else they wanted. Everyone ended up carrying a rucksack. The sun was hot and the water wasn't cold and the whole day was spent swimming and surfing, reading, relaxing, running, talking etc. At some stage everyone was buried in the sand but Peter was the one who copped it most. By the end of the day he was feeling weary. He worked out that he'd been in the water swimming or surfing for over five hours. Pete stuck 6 pieces of driftwood in the sand and made everyone hang their speedos on them. He said he'd proclaimed today as a clothes free day, and they were only there for emergencies. Anthony caused big grins when he said everyone would need to keep putting sunscreens on the parts that were usually covered. He offered his services to anybody who needed help. Pete made it into one of his games by saying he'd be the guinea pig. Anthony put it all back on to Pete.
You'll have to provide your own sunscreen then Pete. I don't want to use all mine up in one go.
This was a really good stir but Pete just dived for his pack and handed his cream over.
There you are Anthony, and the instructions say it must be rubbed in thoroughly.
Peter watched Anthony blush and hesitate, then he squeezed some cream onto his hands and smoothed it onto Pete's cock and round his balls.
It's your sunscreen Pete, so you tell me when it's rubbed in enough.
Peter was quite amazed. Quiet Anthony was keeping up with Pete in this friendly challenge. Pete realized this too but it wasn't in his nature to back down. He stood there with a giant grin spread over his face and said nothing. Peter didn't know if Pete was trying a bluff or not, but when he saw Anthony's answering smile he knew neither was going to give in.
When Pete's cock started to stiffen Peter rapidly put his own sunscreen on, and by the time he headed for the water, Pete was straining erect and Anthony had added more cream. Watching from the water, Peter heard a big cheer and saw the others head towards him. Michael came straight over and told Peter all about it.
Pete's amazing isn't he? He didn't care a scrap that we were all there. And Anthony was embarrassed because he ended up with a boner too, but he didn't give in. Did you leave because you were getting a boner?
Peter hesitated to long in his answer and Michael laughed.
I told you I'm watching you! I'll add a half onto your score for that.
Tea was out of tins at 6 o'clock and everyone was sitting watching the ocean. At about 7:00 the breeze dropped and the waves built up to the biggest they'd seen. Peter got very excited and took the four good swimmers to the outer break.
You don't see waves like this very often and you'll never forget it.
It was so exciting they stayed for one and half hours. Anthony and Brian had an exciting time as well on their boogie boards. For half an hour they relaxed on the sand and watched the sun going down. Peter walked to the shallows with his camera hoping to catch the light on the water. Suddenly the sky and the sea turned brilliant red. He yelled for Pete.
Pete! Run down there and then towards the sun as fast as you can.
Peter set the camera on rapid shoot and auto bracket and held the shutter down for five minutes while Pete ran and jumped in the water. It was amazing. Pete's body turned the same brilliant color as the water and the sky.
Peter! Look! I'm on fire again, only this time it's day.
Michael rushed down with his camera but the effect only lasted a few minutes and he missed the brilliant moment. Peter was desperately hoping that his camera had captured what he had seen. He knew it could be the most amazing set of photos he'd ever taken.
As the sky darkened they loaded their packs and set off for their camp. In the tent Peter and Sam started kissing and cuddling but they were both so weary from the days efforts that they fell asleep. Peter woke up early when Sam rolled on top of him and started nibbling on his neck. He whispered in Peter's ear,
We're going to be the last ones out of our tent this morning.
Peter wasn't going to argue, and since everyone else slept in, they made love for nearly two hours. After breakfast they explored the cliff tops to the West and managed to climb down to the rocky ledges. Sam stopped to make his sketches all the time and Peter and Michael tried for photos of the big waves breaking on the rocks. They got back to camp at lunchtime and everyone decided to have a lazy afternoon.
Sam laughed and said yesterday was a lazy day too and it nearly wore him out. Peter started to read a book but fell asleep. Sam started on his sketches but fell asleep. Brian and Anthony were sitting together in the shade and before long Pete and Michael were the only ones awake. With the quiet atmosphere they soon settled down as well and everyone slept for over an hour. Peter opened his eyes when he heard some laughter. Michael and Pete were together writing something down. He walked over to see what they were doing.
Peter! Would you wake all those lazies up? We've worked out plans for this afternoon.
Peter woke Sam up first by tickling his foot very gently.
Anthony was lying with his mouth slightly open so Peter slowly trickled some water in. This didn't work because Anthony just swallowed it. Peter put his finger in Anthony's mouth and wriggled it against his tongue. After a moment Anthony started sucking on it then opened his eyes.
Oops! I thought it was Brian. What's happening?
When Brian was awake they all went over to Pete and Michael. Pete took over.
OK! We're having the nude Olympics this afternoon. I'm the official judge and Michael is in charge of giving out medals or medal substitutes. Some of our events are non-traditional and so are our rules for winning. Is anyone not joining in?
Everyone agreed to join in and follow the rules. The first event was egg throwing and Brian was the winner because he was the most spectacular splattered. The second evening was a 100 metre sand sprint. Peter tried his hardest but Michael won and Pete was second. It was very interesting, Peter won all the swimming but Michael was almost as good as Sam and Pete. Peter won any running over 200 meters and Michael came second. The novelty events included rock throwing, build a body in the sand, a dizzy competition, running backwards, a blind man obstacle course guided by a partner, piggyback races, crab races, holding your breathe underwater, and a statues competition. There were four events where Peter was embarrassed.
The first was the tug-of-war. Peter drew Michael and Brian as a team against the other three who were too strong. The penalty for the losing team was to be tied up for ten minutes and do what the others ordered. Pete organized them all facing the same direction, with Peter in the middle. Their legs were left free but their upper bodies were bound firmly. The first task was to walk to the water. They worked out a technique almost like marching so that their legs didn't get tangled up. Peter's boner became very interested at this stage and by the time they reached the water Michael was chanting.
Four and a half! Four and a half!
Things got worse because as soon as they got wet the sunscreen got slippery. Anthony took them to the shallows and said they had to learn to jog. Peter was getting frantic, Michael was making comments about a jackhammer in his back and Brian was in the same condition as Peter when their time was up. Everyone cheered when Peter and Brian were revealed. Pete tried to say they had to stay for the next event, but they both headed for the water for 5 minutes.
The second event to embarrass Peter was the wrestling. Peter beat Brian easily but in the second round he was against Sam. He knew he was in trouble when Sam whispered in his ear,
It's our special rules Peter!
Sam used the same tricks and concentrated on getting Peter hard rather than winning. At the end of their time Sam pinned Peter easily. Peter made his second dash for the water.
Michael won the hugging event when Peter got a boner.
And Pete won the kissing event the same way.
Peter knew he was the victim of Pete and Michael's strategic planning, and the Bonner boner reputation was completely entrenched now.
The four good swimmers swam to the entrance and back then everyone prepared for their last feast. Anthony was given orders to bring back a super catch and Pete and Sam set out to catch two big crays and five small ones. Peter had noticed a few abalone and he and Michael searched till they collected a dozen. The meal was relaxed and drawn out and they shared a flask of wine and talked round the little campfire till late. In the tent Michael rested his head on Peter's shoulder and fell asleep in about 30 seconds. In the morning everyone had itchy feet and wanted to get going. Instead of leaving at lunchtime they headed off straightaway and stopped at Lorne surf beach and then again at Anglesea.
The end of Part Fourteen.
Note from the author. Please drop a short e-mail if you are enjoying the story. (Or if you're not I'd appreciate helpful criticism too.) The last posting (parts 11 and 12) had hardly any response and I started to wonder if I was doing something wrong. Thanks. Iarwain.
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