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In Part Seven Peter spent a night with Sam, Pete's friend from the swimming team, and ended up having a massage plus many new experiences and Peter asked Sam to move into the house.
By request - Here are the character's ages, at the start of the story (February).
PETER - 21 years ANDREW - 25 years MICHAEL - 16 years PETE - 17 years BRIAN - 18 years ANTHONY - 19 years SAM - 19 years Part Eight of the story starts halfway through May.
PETER'S MISTAKE Part Eight.
This week would be a busy week. The semester was ending, Sam's tea was on Tuesday and the swimming competition against the top College was on Wednesday afternoon.
Sam put on a delicious meal. Peter had persuaded him to have Chinese pork again and everyone was most impressed. Peter had made sure that everyone was there. After the meal Peter made the announcement that Sam was to be moving in, and as they'd guessed, Pete was totally excited. He was indignant that Sam hadn't told him because he reckoned he could always get things out of him. He started talking about another party but Sam explained he still had four months at the apartment.
No worries! It just gives me time to get ideas.
Everyone else made him welcome and Peter could see how much Sam was appreciating that. Peter drove Sam home early as he and Pete had their competition swims the next day.
The competition was so exciting it could have been a grand final. The two teams were neck and neck all afternoon and at the end it depended on the relay event, which finished the program. Pete, Sam, Perry and James, the four strongest swimmers of the team, were in it and the race was close the whole way. Perry lost about a body length in his breaststroke but James was the star and caught up to win by a touch. Peter could hardly hear himself thinking on the way back in the minibus.
Pete organized a party to celebrate. After getting the O.K. from Peter it was to be at the house on Friday, which was also the last day of the semester.
At 4.30 the next day Peter had his swimming with Michael and Andrew. Both knew all the strokes and were now competent in the water. Andrew tended to use his strength rather than skill and Peter was gradually teaching him to work with the water rather than fight it. Michael would never have to worry about Andrew catching up to him. He had a beautiful technique and his strength had increased amazingly.
Peter told them about the party on Friday night and said to invite anybody they wanted. It sounded as if it was going to be an open house event.
After tea Michael and Peter had their time together with the maths. This had turned into coaching and strategy for the scholarship as they had basically covered the year's work. When they finished they went to the kitchen for a snack of toasted tomatoes and cheese. Michael had just started eating his when Peter saw his eyes open wide.
Peter! Look! Pete's got his red towel out. I don't know how he does it but that's the third time he's had a girl staying with him this week and I'll be amazed if he doesn't latch onto someone tomorrow night at the party.
The next day was the end of semester for College and everyone was looking forward to the three week break. Pete took over for the party. He organized for drinks and snacks and worked out which music would be on. When people started to arrive, Peter came down and shut the hatch to the attic and mingled. He'd never be able to work or sleep above the noise. It wasn't Peter's idea of a party because many of the students drank too much for his liking. He noticed that marijuana cookies were turning up as well. He wondered why they didn't smoke it. He spent some time out with Andrew who didn't really want to join in either. At around 1.00 A.M. he started to wish they would finish.
He suddenly felt exhausted.
It couldn't be his drink. He'd only had enough to be social and took an occasional sip.
Peter didn't remember anything after the tired feeling till he woke in the morning. He felt very strange. As he gradually focused he saw that his bed was a total mess with the sheets dragged here and there. He found a couple of used condoms, still with contents, on the floor next to his bed and someone's pair of jocks near them. On the bench near his bed was a bottle of spirits and several marijuana cookies on a plate. What had been happening? It certainly looked as if someone had been having sex.
His boner was particularly hard this morning and as he moved round tidying things up it didn't go away. He felt groggy and decided a shower might freshen him up. It helped his head a bit but he still stayed hard. He went to get a drink of coffee and then for a walk around the block trying to clear his head. It was over an hour before his hard-on went away and this puzzled him. When the others surfaced later in the morning he asked if they'd noticed anyone going up to his room but no-one had. Michael said he'd seen Peter talking with a couple of young guys but he hadn't seen anyone go upstairs.
Pete was concerned.
Is something missing or broken?
No! Everything is fine. Just some things got moved around.
He wasn't going to tell the details.
I've checked carefully and everything is O.K.
Peter made up his mind to go for a good run, hoping that would get rid of the sluggish feeling. He was mystified by last night. That evening Sam came round and he and Michael, and the two Peters, sat down to do their planning. The four of them were going for a week to a mountain range called the Grampians.
In the morning before they set off Peter was relieved that his tiredness was gone and his boner behaved normally.
Peter knew this area well and planned some real adventures. First they were backpacking for three days to a gigantic outcrop of rock called the Fortress. Michael had never carried a pack and he said the idea of disappearing into the bush for three days was awesome. He was worried whether he'd be strong enough but Peter knew he'd have no trouble. The Fortress itself astonished them with its rock chasms, caves and huge rock buttresses and they spent the second day exploring.
Abseiling was the next adventure and Michael and Pete watched as Sam took his first step over the edge. Michael wanted to know if he'd looked as scared as Sam.
Michael! You looked much worse!
Two days were spent hiking and exploring the Northern section of the range where wind and erosion had sculpted caves and great cracks in the rocks. Sam quietly asked Peter if they could share a tent one night. Peter said he'd like to but was worried about upsetting Michael. He explained to Sam how something very bad had happened to Michael last year and he was still fighting it off.
Sam was all disbelief.
Really! You'd never guess from all his energy and humor. He's very interesting isn't he?
Pete solved things that night by making a big hassle.
Michael! It's not fair! Peter gets to hog you all the time. How come I don't get a turn to share a tent with you? Sam tells the worst jokes and he doesn't laugh at mine the way you do.
Michael looked at Peter, who laughed and said,
If you can put up with Pete's jokes then go for it.
After they had a hot drink and played firesticks for a while, they climbed into their tents. The wind was blowing in the treetops a lot but Sam and Peter could hear bursts of laughter as the other two carried on.
Sam! I'm glad you organized this!
I didn't! Pete just went ahead. For all I know it could be just what he said, but I doubt it. Thanks for the abseiling today. It was exciting.
I know! I could feel your heart throbbing when I was helping you.
Peter! I can feel something else throbbing.
Well! Fancy that. So can I. Sam! How come you feel so nice?
Shush for a moment! I want to kiss you.
Hey! Sam! I've found this interesting lever thing attached to your body. Does it do anything?
It might! I think you should be a scientist and experiment to find out.
Well! Let's see! It's very high quality. I'd say it was made of tungsten steel with a soft silk coating, and there's a knob thing on one end. It must be a compression device. See! I get a reaction when I squeeze it.
Ah! Be careful! I think it might explode if you squeeze it too much.
Really? I wonder if it's a short fuse or a long fuse.
Short! And getting shorter.
I think there's a tool-bag at the other end. Yes! And I can feel some ball-bearings in it. Can you feel them Sam? They must be for a truck or a train, they feel so big.
Ah! Peter! I think you'd better stop being a scientist. I want you to be a magician instead. There's that magic trick you were good at. Can you show me again?
Oh! Yes! I remember. But I think I'll have to practise a few times. Hey! I found my magic wand too but it works better if it's not dry.
Sam was ready for that and produced a tube of lubricant. Soon Peter's 'wand' was doing its work on Sam's 'magic' spot. The magic worked a couple of times for both of them and then they went to sleep. In the morning Peter woke from a very erotic dream to find Sam helping himself to a drink of his special tonic. Peter whispered,
Where's mine?
It's a slightly different flavor but I've been brewing it up for you all night. It's self serve!
The last two days were spent checking all the tourist spots. Peter's camera worked overtime. He now had enough storage and batteries to last him several weeks if needed. He allocated a memory card each to Michael and Sam. Michael decided it was his job to show Sam how the camera worked and obviously enjoyed teaching him.
Peter could see that Michael and Sam were developing their own special bond.
Michael was especially intrigued when Sam did his sketches of them relaxed round the campfire, or engaged in some other activity.
During the second week of the holidays Peter worked with Sam to teach him to take photos and to work some projects with him. He had so many ideas that it was going to be a lengthy job. His main project with Sam was to be an action theme with appropriate backgrounds. He always did a traditional portfolio of portraits and he found Sam so sensual he wanted to try a project which brought this out without a sexual element. He also promised to make a very personal portfolio for just the two of them to share. Michael was with them most of the time and Peter increasingly found him suggesting new approaches and ideas.
During the last week Peter went off by himself to the wild South Coast of Victoria. He loved a time of solitude and took one whenever he needed it.
BLACKMAIL
Peter arrived back from his break feeling energized and ready for the next semester. Everything he was doing was going well. As he unpacked everything from the van he noticed the pile of mail that had built up. When the van was unloaded he grabbed the mail and headed upstairs to check it through. There was one stiff envelope with his name but no stamp. That was a bit odd. He opened it and found a CD also with his name but no note. Peter started his computer and checked the CD. It had a PICTURES directory and a README textfile. Peter clicked on the textfile.
To Peter Bonner, You should not have done what you did to us at the party. If anyone finds out how we had the marijuana and the alcohol then messed round then you will be in big trouble because of our age. You made a big mistake letting us take those pictures on our digital camera because we've got proof of what you did. You were too big for my friend and hurt him when you pushed in. We like you at College and don't want you to lose your job but we've decided if you can mess us round then it's O.K. for us to mess you round. Check your email.
Peter couldn't believe this. He frantically opened the picture directory. As he looked he started to feel sick.
There were a number of pictures very clearly showing him in his room with a large erection.
One picture showed Peter sucking on someone's cock.
A couple of pictures showed him on top of a black-haired boy and another shot showed his cock pushing at the boy's backside.
Several pictures showed Peter mounted on the boy doggy style with the boy's head censored out. None of the pictures showed the boy clearly.
Peter's mind was racing, trying to think back to that night. He could remember feeling tired, but absolutely nothing till the next morning. He remembered that well, the condoms and jocks and his boner. He also remembered that someone had had sex.
Could he possibly have done this? The photos seemed to prove it and the cookies and spirits also pointed that way.
Peter connected to the net and started his email program. Fifteen emails to download. Yes! There was one. It was sent last night and said re: CD.
Peter, You have seen the CD and you know how much damage it would do to you. You are our best lecturer and we don't really want to lose you so we've decided to do this ourselves. We promise that as long as you do what we ask then nothing will happen. We want you to be embarrassed but if you're careful no-one should notice anything. Here is a contract we've made up for you.
One. You will agree to do regular tasks for us. Two. You won't try to find out who we are. Three. You won't tell anybody about any part of this. Four. This will end exactly one year after you agree. Five. You will never have to pay money. Six. You will never have to hurt yourself or anybody else. Seven. At the end we will fix it so you can't be in trouble for what you did. Eight. You understand there will be trouble if you break any part of this agreement.
If you agree to this, everything will be all right, but if you don't we'll send a copy of the CD to the College. You can contact us at petersmistake@hotmail.com
Peter sat and puzzled things for a while. He was horrified that he might have done what they said but they didn't sound very angry. They used his first name. What did they mean by tasks? It seemed like blackmail but they didn't want any money.
Eventually he sent his reply.
Please. Whoever you are, can I see you to talk this out. I can't remember anything about that night. If I did what it looks like I did, I'm totally sorry and should pay for it, and you should be more angry with me and tell the police. I don't understand about the tasks and what if there's something you want me to do and I can't do it? Peter Bonner
A reply came in fifteen minutes. Peter, You can't see us. The reason we're not real angry is because we're partly to blame. We led you on at the start because we'd heard about the 'Bonner boner' and wanted to see it but then you went too far. We don't want to go to the police because, this way, you are paying for it, as you said, but without losing your job. You'll find out about the tasks but if something's too hard we'll try and change it. Email us whether you agree by 9.00 p.m. tonight.
Peter went for a long walk in the dark. He was feeling sick at heart. The fact that they said they led him on made it all seem more feasible. He remembered how careless and randy he'd been with Arthur. He made his mind up. He didn't feel good about it but it didn't seem fair that he should lose his job for something he wasn't conscious of. He'd also be letting down all his students and the swim team as well if he left.
At 8.00 p.m. he sent his answer.
I couldn't stand to lose my job. I agree with your contract. I hope I can trust you. Peter Bonner
The next day was Saturday and Peter drove to the bay and sat in his car and watched the water all day. On Sunday everyone was back and Peter pulled himself together a bit. Most of the time he worked on College preparation.
At College next day he found a package in his pigeon-hole in the staff room. Once again it just had his name and no stamp. The office said they'd found it on their counter. Peter quickly went to his little office and opened it. First thing inside was a note, Wear this for the rest of the week then it's yours. You must always sleep in the nude.
When he opened the rest he saw it was a dark blue g-string.
Well! I can cope with this. I sleep nude anyway and I'll wear shirts that hang down for when I change at swimming.
When he tried it on that night he found it was small and held him very firmly. He didn't like the feel of the strap at the back though, as it rubbed in his cleft. In his classes the tightness round his balls made Peter aware of the g-string and he felt strange thinking that someone in front of him knew what he was wearing.
On Wednesday Peter had a talk with Michael during his coaching.
Michael! I've spoken with the maths co-coordinator about your maths. I told him that I think you could skip a year of the maths course. He's impressed with your results and says if you can pass the exams it could be worked.
How could I jump a whole year?
It's not as much as it sounds because most topics are extensions of the ones you already do, and the work you do now mostly comes from next year's books because you found this year's too easy. It also ties in with the work you've been doing for the scholarship.
Then I reckon I could do it but would you be able to give me some extra help?
I really don't think you'll need much but of course I will.
On Friday when he came home there was a package in his mail. The note said, No underwear at College for a week. The ankh is yours to keep. You must wear it for the rest of the year.
The no underwear bit was strange but he'd wear thick trousers or dress jeans. The ankh was the surprise. It was solid sterling silver with a turquoise stone set in the eyepiece and had a silver necklace as well. Peter thought it was beautiful and knew it was very valuable. He checked the CD with the pictures. The boy with the black hair had an ankh on a wrist bracelet. At his classes next week Peter felt like he was nude and no-one knew it, except for those two guys.
On the weekend Peter was going with Sam down the coast to try and get some pictures for the action portfolio. At the last minute Michael said he was coming too. This wasn't quite what Sam and Peter had been counting on but Sam said Peter could stay at his apartment on the Sunday night. On Friday night they stayed at the surf club. Peter had access at any time of the year and it was a good start for the next day's trip to the wilder south coast. After his shower Peter slipped into his sleeping bag in the nude but Michael's awareness caught him.
Have you started sleeping without your jocks Peter?
Well! I always do Michael! I just wear them when other people are round. I sort of forgot them tonight.
That's funny! I've been wearing mine because you were.
And Michael stripped his off. Peter had hardly seen Michael without clothes, except for the one time at the College pool, and then only for quick glimpses. Peter didn't get much of a chance because he didn't want Michael to think he was staring at him but he couldn't resist checking to see how closely the picture he kept in his mind matched the real thing. Michael's cock was the best looking one that Peter had ever seen but seeing it again made it look even better. He got all the looks he wanted then though, because Michael pounced on him. It was the sleeping bag game and he was trapped because Michael had the zipper. He was doubly trapped because even if he did get free he'd be too embarrassed to get out of his bag. Peter writhed and bucked while Michael enjoyed himself. Sam came in from the showers wearing his towel.
Hey! What's going on Michael?
I caught Peter in the nude and now I've got him trapped. I'm his boss till I let him free.
We'll show him who's boss all right! Let me help you.
Sam flung his towel away then joined in the tickling as well.
My God! How am I going to cope with the two of them? Peter wondered
Sam must have recognized Peter's predicament because he sat down directly on his hard-on, hiding it but giving it more life as well. Cheeky Sam! He was grinning at Peter and whenever Michael couldn't see, he'd rock back and forth and rub Peter's cock even more. After ten minutes of this pleasurable torture Peter was released and Sam went to his mattress. Michael stayed to talk and as soon as Peter unzipped his bag to cool down he noticed the ankh.
Hey! That looks great! Where did you get it?
I've had it for a short time but I've decided to wear it permanently.
What is it exactly? I've seen that shape before.
It's called an ankh and it was the symbol for life in some ancient religions.
What about the blue stone? Does that mean anything?
Yes! It's called turquoise and the American Indians use it a great deal in their jewelry. It was a sign of brotherhood and friendship for them.
Michael was holding it in his hand and examining it with great interest. His ears pricked up when he heard the explanation of the turquoise.
So! It means friendship and brotherhood? That's really neat. Ah! Peter? If you're going to wear it all the time, could I get one too because we're friends?
Peter thought quickly and grabbed Michael and rubbed their foreheads together.
You love things like that don't you? Well only if you let me get it for you as a gift, because then it means more.
The next day Peter got very excited about the photos he was taking. The waves were huge but the weather conditions were calm and sunny. Sam was complaining about his slave driver because Peter had him running and bounding along the beach and leaping off rocks, but he loved it really. Michael had become intrigued with the waves and started taking photos of them. Peter could see something brewing in his mind.
That night Michael had one of his quiet moods. Sam got worried because he'd never seen this aspect of Michael before.
Luckily Peter's two-man tent was a good size because it had to fit the three of them. In the tent, Michael insisted on Peter holding him. He said he needed someone close. Peter put Michael in the middle and when he went out for a while, he came back to find Sam had taken over the job of holding Michael.
The next day he was back to normal. Peter took them to some waterfalls and at one of them he asked Sam if he minded getting wet.
Peter! It's freezing!
I know! That's what I want. I'll get some great expressions won't I?
In all the action photos Sam had worn only jeans or shorts. Michael nearly laughed himself silly at the expressions on Sam's face as the water poured over him, but then of course, he had to try it for himself. Because they stirred him, and partly for the fun of being so crazy, Peter took his turn. He stripped to his jocks though, so he'd have dry clothes straight away. They arrived back in Melbourne at 5.00 p.m. and before dropping Michael off at home, Peter shouted everyone to a giant steak at a beef restaurant.
The biggest and best for us tonight! We've earned it.
Peter took his camera gear into the flat and set it up while Sam got the heaters going.
Sam! I should get home by 10.00p.m. so that leaves us with three hours. Can we do some portrait work for an hour then ah! whatever we like?
After fifteen minutes Peter stopped.
Sam! I can't get the look right. Take that shirt off please. No! Still not right! Try it without your jeans. Yes! That's much better but I can see your jocks need adjusting.
Peter walked over and put his hand in Sam's jocks and played with him. Then he went back to have another look.
I haven't got the angle right Sam. We'll need to work on it.
Peter walked in front of Sam, knelt down, pulled his cock out and sucked it till it was fully hard. He squeezed it back into the jocks and took some photos.
Now! Let's have a profile shot. Turn side-on. Good! Front leg back a fraction! Now! Turn to the front again and give me a David pose. You know! The statue! No! It's still not right. David never wore jocks. You'd better get them off. That's it! A couple of shots! Hang on! I've never seen David quite like that. It's a pretty interesting effect though. Sam! You're not doing it quite right. Look! I'd better show you.
Peter took everything off and moved to Sam's position.
See! That's much better, except for the angle. Can you help me get that angle a bit more pronounced?
Sam did help for a minute but then pushed Peter down on the floor and lay on top of him.
Peter! This photo session is different to any of the others.
It's experience Sam. A good model needs all the experience he can get. But I'm shocked! What are you doing? It's the artist who positions the model and not the other way round. I know you like to be on top of things but this is ridiculous.
Peter carried on like this but then he had another idea. He jumped up and went to the camera.
Sam! Get your imagination going. This will be fun.
He set the time lapse gadget to take a photo every five seconds for the next twenty minutes, then he and Sam got into every suggestive, erotic, ridiculous sexy pose that they could think of. They had to stop from laughing too much.
Do you want to download a copy of this to your computer Sam?
They had a quick shower before heading to the bedroom.
Sam! Will you do something for me?
Sam looked at Peter as if he was being silly.
On our first night you said I should wait for someone special. I've waited long enough now and I've got my special person.
Hugs and kisses!
Can we make it last a long time? I know how good it feels for me so I hope you can have that too. You be the boss.
Peter! I'll treat you like you've never done it before.
Idiot!
Sam was very gentle and took things slowly and made it last for ages. Peter found it all right but he liked other activities better, except when Sam worked on his prostate, which took him over the edge in the end.
Peter headed home thinking about the highs and lows in a person's life.
At morning recess next day he found a package hanging on the door to his office. He took it in and opened it. The note said,
We've heard you like to wear speedos. You must wear these for the next two weeks at your training, then they are yours to keep.
Peter was rather puzzled at how they could know he liked speedos. They looked very brief and were a light blue color. That was interesting. Blue on the g-string, blue on the ankh, and now blue again. He knew he was going to be embarrassed that afternoon. When he put them on he couldn't help his exclamation.
Holy Hell!
They were the sexiest looking speedos he'd ever worn. The sides were only about two inches and the front was low cut so that his pubes peeked out. The pouch was big enough to contain his very large balls, thank goodness, and was kind of loose at the front so that his cock was not flattened as much as with ordinary speedos. When he walked out he could see all the team members stop and look. Peter went as red as a beetroot and dived in to do a couple of warm-up laps. When he finished Pete was waiting there.
Peter! That's a real sight. I think half the team just turned gay. I think I did too. Are you trying to outdo Michael?
No! It's sort of a dare.
After a while Peter got used to wearing them and secretly enjoyed the looks he got. Michael was all eyes when he saw them.
Wow! You look great in those. Are they for me?
What do you mean?
Like I wear these just for you. Are you going to wear those just for me?
Well! Ah! If you'd really like me to.
YES! Now we've got a speedo pact.
Peter wanted to work with Michael's freestyle and to check Andrew's endurance now that he knew all the strokes.
Andrew! I want to see if you can swim for half an hour without stopping. No racing and use as many styles as you like. If you can last longer all the better.
Pete came over to watch Michael.
Peter! He looks good to me. Is he very fast?
He's O.K. but in four or five weeks I think that things will all come together for him. I think you need to practise your backstroke Pete. Sam has mysteriously got a lot better than you again.
That was all a setup. Sam and I planned it so you'd get your massage.
What? Pete! I'll talk to you later.
Peter was working hard at Sam's portfolios and devoted the next few weekends to that. On Saturday night Peter's next task arrived by email.
Each night for the next week you have to jack yourself off. Email when you start and then as soon as you finish. Each time give a rating out of ten and one bit of detail.
The J.O. bit was no problem. He did that most nights anyhow. The other parts were embarrassing. The week after that they changed it round.
You must not jack off till next weekend. Find fifteen pictures of nude guys that you like from the net. Send an email saying why you like each one and attach their pictures. Each night spend some time looking at them before you go to sleep.
Peter did all the email part early in the week because it was Michael's seventeenth birthday on the weekend.
At 3.00 p.m. on Saturday afternoon they all went to a go-cart center. They'd hired the track and seven carts for an hour and had a great time. For tea they went to an expensive smorgasbord place, then they went to a movie which Michael chose and reached home by 10.30 p.m.
Pete took over.
O.K! Michael! First we've got your cake. Sam! Get the cake.
Pete and Sam had made it that morning at Sam's place. It turned out to be a torso wearing speedos, like Michael's of course. They'd moulded it from a couple of tubs of icecream and used food dye to get the colors. Pete carried on about where to cut it and who was going to eat what bits.
Brian and Anthony! Will you show us your designer clothes.
They pretended they were models on the catwalk, strutting their stuff as they described each others clothes. Michael! I hope you are watching because next week you'll have to do the same with the new outfit they are getting you.
But I don't need presents. We've just had all day out.
Just as well we didn't ask you then isn't it? I found a comedy story about this young bloke in the bush.
Pete was proud of his present. He'd spent ages making up a kind of log-book of Michael's various adventures. He'd written and made sketch pictures and got all sorts of photos from Peter, which he'd mucked round with. Brian had helped him design it and print it out. He read a couple of sections and had Michael laughing in no time.
Here you are Michael! It's all yours from yours truly.
Pete didn't give Michael a chance to reply but went on.
Now Sam! What's this story about a medical bill for Michael for giving you wrist-cramp.
Yes! He's a problem all right. Here Michael! I hope you like it.
It was a portfolio with about twenty sketches that Sam had made of Michael in their recent times together. Everyone had noticed how fascinated Michael had been with Sam's sketches. These were based on his quick drawings but had been developed and refined. Peter knew he was going to have to do something about this talent of Sam's. Michael was amazed and thrilled.
Sam! They're the best. How did you know I liked them so much?
Andrew had been worried about what to give Michael and got his idea from Peter.
Michael! I've arranged singing lessons for you till the end of the year. The first two have been paid for so you have to go, but you can make your own mind after that. And I'll help your practice with my piano.
Pete carried on.
Michael! Peter has a small present for you as well.
Peter gave Michael a little wrapped card. On the outside it said, 'THE MUDCRAB MACHINE'. Michael looked puzzled but Pete urged him on.
Just open it and you'll find out.
The card said, 'LOOK IN THE LINEN CLOSET'. Michael went to the linen closet and pulled out a cardboard box.
Don't shake it! Everyone yelled, because it looked like he was going to.
Michael carefully carried the box and started opening it. When he got a bit further he stopped and looked at Peter.
I don't believe it!
He opened it a bit more then hesitated. Peter's heart nearly stopped. Michael went as white as a ghost then stunned everybody by running outside. Pete saved the day. While everyone looked at each other he ran after Michael. He came back in a while with his arm wrapped round Michael's shoulder.
He's all right! It was just a bit much. Now! Give us that smile you promised.
Michael gave his smile and he was back again like normal.
I can't believe you guys. If I worked out the best things I wanted it wouldn't be half as good as these.
Everybody talked for a while and Michael looked through his presents with great delight, laughing as he caught some new point in Pete's log or talking with Sam about one of the sketches. Peter saw him talking to Andrew who looked over and gave a little victory sign. Michael was obviously eager about the singing. They finished by eating the ice-cream cake and laughing at Pete's ribald comments.
Peter went upstairs, had a quick shower, and climbed into bed. His week was up and he could release the horny cravings that had grown. He couldn't ever remember going for more than two to three days without a jack off and looking at the nude images from the net each night had been very frustrating. Just as he was about to turn the light off he heard a quiet knock and Michael was standing at the top of the stairs.
Can I come in?
Mudcrab! Come here!
Michael had his quiet look and Peter could see some tears.
Come on! Tell me about it.
I don't understand why you treat me so special. You made me feel like a king tonight.
Do you think we won't do the same when it's one of the others?
Yes! But they deserve it.
As if that's got anything to do with it anyway, but why don't you deserve it?
It's because I'm not like you all think. I do bad things and think bad things. I try to fight against them but they sometimes win.
Michael! You sound like every good person in the world. Everybody makes mistakes and wishes they hadn't.
You don't!
Michael! I cry about things I've done, and hate myself sometimes.
Why did you get me the camera? It is too much you know.
Is this the same person I heard saying they didn't care about money? At any rate, as Andrew said to me, I'm just investing in your future. You've been thinking of getting one anyway, haven't you?
Yes! But this is the same as yours.
Well! That's the one you're used to. Michael! You won a big fight tonight didn't you?
Yes! Pete helped me and I didn't even take one of my pills, which surprised me.
You're still winning aren't you? Did you take one before you came up here?
No! My doctor said the less I take them the better and I thought you would help me too.
I'd like to!
Will you help me get through the night?
Of course! If you need me!
Peter was stunned as he watched Michael take his clothes off and cuddle in bed next to him. After a couple of minutes Peter slipped out of bed and went to his chest of drawers.
Okay Michael! Close your eyes and sit up for me. You can't open them till I tell you to.
Peter felt very close to Michael as he fastened the ankh pendant round his neck.
There you are! I've been waiting for a special moment to give this to you.
Michael's eyes shone as he looked at this very personal gift. He took it off and matched it up with the one Peter was wearing.
Peter! It's beautiful but it looks exactly the same as yours. How did you find it?
Well! When you said that you'd like one the same I took it to a jeweler I know in the city and he made it for me.
You did that just because of what I said?
For a moment Peter thought Michael was going to go quiet again but then a huge smile came on his face. Peter felt like a tornado hit him as Michael gave him the biggest hug yet. It didn't last very long because Michael wanted his ankh back on to see what it looked like in the mirror.
Come and stand next to me Peter! I want to see both of us with our ankhs.
Peter did some very fast talking. There was no way he was getting out of bed after a hug from a naked Michael. Michael climbed back into bed and snuggled up to Peter again They only talked for a short time because Michael soon faded out.
Peter woke from a wonderfully erotic dream. As his mind surfaced enough he realized he was lying on his back with a hard-on and a pool of cum on his belly and chest. He could feel Michael's hand resting limply on his cock. Michael was sound asleep, lying on his side, and Peter could feel the warmth and smoothness of his cock and balls, which were pressing directly against Peter's right hand, as it lay beside him. Peter quietly reached for his towel with his left hand and cleaned himself off. He carefully moved Michael's hand, then rolled on his side and slightly away. He figured that after this week, the touch of Michael's hand must have been enough to set him off and give him a wet dream. He had been very tempted to lie there and enjoy the feel of Michael against his own hand, but he knew he'd feel guilty about it later if he did. His clock said it was 4.00 a.m. so he closed his eyes and went to sleep again.
He received an email on Sunday night.
Each day after swimming you must have a shower. Soap your cock and balls then rinse them clean, three times.
Peter's big project for Sam's photos took all his spare time and he had to visit the studio frequently. Michael was starting to have trouble fitting in all the things he wanted to do. He had a strict rule to keep weeknights for his College work and try and do everything else on the weekend with Friday night being flexible either way. His singing was on Tuesday afternoon and besides his swimming he had started going with Peter on his Thursday and Friday run.
Peter received his seventh task. They had given him one each week so far. If they kept that up it would be fifty-two different things. What would he end up doing?
Write a list of the ten sexiest guys in your life at the moment. Put it in order of preference and write any details you know about their sex lives.
Peter was upset about this one and he wrote an email. I can't do the last part. Those people are nothing to do with this and I can't drag them into it. The reply came within ten minutes. We hoped you'd say that. Forget about the last part.
Peter worked out his list and sent it. He put Michael first then Sam and Pete as equals, William and then Dave, Jarrod who was on the swimming team, Edmund who was in the surf club and Shaun from his second year math class, then finished with Brian and Anthony.
The next week Peter's uncertainty about the party night caused him to make a very bad error of judgment. His task was to print twelve photos of himself in the nude and put them in an envelope. This was to be put in locker 73 at the pool on Tuesday afternoon. This was no trouble but after he left the envelope, he walked out the main door and away. When he reached the car park he ran to the back door. Kevin had given him a key so he'd have access at any time. He let himself in and came the back way to the office. >From the office he could see the bank of lockers and the main entrance as well. He watched till closing time but saw nobody open the locker.
At 9.00 p.m. his email pinged.
We've been arguing about what to do. This afternoon we watched you sneak in at the back of the pool. This means we can't trust you. You passed the first test about hurting others but you failed this one because you broke your word. My friend wanted to end it and send the CD but we've decided to see what you have to say first. Email now! We don't want to wait.
Peter was panicked. They were right. He had broken his word.
Please! I've done every single thing you've asked me and kept my word about everything else. I was still going to finish our contract even if I knew who you were. I thought if I saw you it might help me remember what happened. I do keep my word! Give me a chance to prove it. If I don't, then I agree with you, and deserve to be in trouble.
Half an hour went by while Peter's stomach churned with worry.
We'll give you your chance. If the next five tasks go properly we'll do the contract again. We're angry so expect them to be much more personal.
In the next five weeks Peter had to do some very embarrassing things.
First he had to send a CD with photos of himself in every pair of speedos and underwear he owned with at least ten different poses for each.
Second he had to wear a butt plug, which they supplied, to all his College classes. It wasn't very long but it was quite thick and took some effort to insert.
The third week was extremely embarrassing. He was sent another pair of speedos to wear for the next fortnight. They were white and quite brief but the inner lining had been cut out so that they gave no support. The material was soft and stretchy and when Peter moved, his cock and balls flopped everywhere. Worse still, the material was so thin and light that when it was wet it became almost transparent. Peter tried to spend most of the time in the water but this inevitably meant that when he got out he put on a real show for whoever was present. He felt as if he was nude. He was extremely uncomfortable about this and could see questioning looks and surprise the whole time .
In the fourth week a package was delivered by mail. It contained a video camera, which he was told to keep. He had to video himself jacking off on four different nights, each time for fifteen minutes, and each time in a different way.
Peter was told to think up the fifth task himself. In the end he remembered Michael's gorilla and made up a strip act for himself with the good speedos they'd given him. He even set it to the same music.
The locker became the main transfer point. Peter got the correct key for it and left it in the locker. After that he could push it shut and not worry that someone else could get at what he'd put there.
The end of Part Eight.