Date: Tue, 22 Nov 2016 19:42:11 +1000 From: Storyteller Guy Subject: We Got There In The End - Chapters 1 to 5 This is a work of fiction. It in no way resembles anything that has happened in real life. You are reading this of your own accord. Comments to newstories996@gmail.com, I'd love to head what you think. WE GOT THERE IN THE END (b/b) CH 1 � THE MOVE It's not the kind of news any 14-year-old kid wants to hear. You've just finished school for the summer, you've just had your birthday, and you're told that your parents will be moving you halfway around the world so you can slot straight into a new school, knowing nobody, in the middle of their bloody year. My sister was keen, but that's just her nature. I sat there like a stunned mullet after being told. It took a lot of cajoling from mum and dad to at least get me to come around to the idea. We'd lived in England since I was five; London, to be exact. I was born in Australia, although I can hardly remember living there. I ended up with this weird mostly English accent, which sounded even weirder in my just-broken voice. It had been the bureaucrat's life � a leased terraced house in the arse-end of Highbury paid for by the Australian government, attending a mid-level grammar school with a bunch of other diplomatic staff's kids, and the odd ticket to an Arsenal game (seriously, who has 60 quid to spend on their kids anymore?). My parents were Australian, and my Dad had several senior jobs in the Australian diplomatic corps. He'd been shuffled around in the embassy, in a variety of positions; most recently, he was chief of staff to the Australian high commissioner. Well, that was until he was asked to take on some new management job in Canberra. Mum said he'd become a boffin; I said he was slowly undermining the government on his way to world domination (most of my family said I got his dry sense of humour). I guess I felt largely Australian, as my Dad was particularly patriotic and wouldn't have me "becoming a smarmy pommy bastard" (said with a cheeky grin, of course). I never really felt properly Australian or English though, and my friends always gave me a ribbing about it in the schoolyard. Especially when the rugby or the cricket was on � I was damned whoever I supported. As Mum had family in Sydney, we were to live there and he'd commute on weekends. Phone calls and arrangements were made and I was slotted into a fusty all-boys private school (or what I used to call a public school) and was sorted out with uniforms and what not. I shudder to think what my parents would have paid if Dad didn't have his government connections. Dad was an old boy, and really proud that I got to go there. I didn't really care where I went so long as I would just fit in without any fuss. I was a pretty friendly guy, I guess, but recently I'd become a little more reserved. That's because I thought things that you didn't talk to other boys about without getting bullied. Things like, how big is your dick, can I touch your dick, do you mind that I wank to the thought of you naked, that sort of thing. You get the picture. Nonetheless, I had some great friends, and I hung out with them pretty often. They were really disappointed that I was going, and I was really sad that I wouldn't have any friends in Australia and would only have my mates here available by Skype at weird hours of the day. Dave and Charlie managed to get the lads all over to Mike's place for a farewell-type thing. There were some girls there, too, but I didn't really speak to them. Dave, of course, had three of them just about hanging off him. I was bummed to be leaving, not least of which because I'd become sure that one of our group, Jonny, was gay (or at least somewhat interested in boys), and I wanted to experiment with him. I'd even seen his dick when he got pantsed by Charlie during one of our kickabouts in the park � he was very similar to me, which of course excited me greatly. You see, almost all I'd been thinking about for about the last year were boys. At the last school dance I'd met this girl called Evie, and we even kissed. Although that was fun and all, and it got me hard, I would have preferred it to be a boy. I'd wondered whether this conflict was just me being horny all the time, or me just wanting to see what other boys or like, or whether I was gay myself. The usual early teen boy torment, I guess. Moving was hard. We packed up all the stuff we'd accumulated in the nine years in England and shoved it into boxes. There were photos, medals, certificates, trinkets, and a bunch of other stuff that reminded me of what a great time I'd had living here. I carefully took down my signed Henry shirt from the wall and welled up. I wouldn't have imagined the former Arsenal striker to have such an effect on me, but it was the act of taking that off the wall that hit home that I was actually leaving. Dad won it in a raffle when we'd just moved here � and it'd been up in my room ever since. Mum came in to check on me, and gave me a big hug. "I know it's hard, darling," she said, "but you'll love it in Australia." Would I? A day later, I stood in my empty room with just my suitcases. I thought about my life here and how much I was going to miss it, until my Dad came in and interrupted my reverie. "You're being very strong, Harry," Dad said. "I'm proud of you, mate. You're going to do just fine." I forced a smile, but couldn't hide the worry in my face. Dad saw that, tousled my hair and looked down at me. "You look just like me when I was your age," he said. "Come on, let's go and eat the lounge out of cheese!" My friend Charlie and his family, who lived next door, came with us to the airport. It was all I could do to not cry. Charlie, who most people said looked like my brother (and he really probably was), gave me a big hug. "I'll come out one summer," he said, "then you can come back over here." I smiled. It was really nice of him to be already making plans like that. "I'll Skype you when I get there," I said. I think I even saw a little tear in Charlie's eye as I walked off through immigration and off to my new life. The government paid for Mum and Dad's tickets, so they went in the fancy seats. I looked after my sister in shitsville up the back of the plane as a bureaucrat's wage wouldn't stretch to plum seats for us. Still, I just about cleaned the lounge out of cheese with Dad � as planned � before we boarded. Even though she was 12 and going through puberty herself, Liv and I were very close and somehow missed that awkward patch teenage siblings of the opposite sex often have. Mind you, 24 hours of travel in a metal tube can get to you. Luckily we had a spare seat next to us (probably the airline being overly cautious about putting a random person next to two kids), and my sister and I weren't tall and didn't have long legs, so it wasn't that bad. A lovely attendant called Janet made friends with us, and we had everything we needed the whole way. Dad started his job on 1 July, a few days after we landed, and I was to start school not long after that. School wasn't far from where we lived; although it was a small block by Australia's standards, the four-bedroom house Mum and Dad chose was way better than a poky London terrace. It was going to be hard for Mum during the week with Dad not there, particularly as Liv was going to school across the harbour, but we were close enough to the train and my school that I'd be able to get around. Charlie was instantly jealous when I showed him the house on Skype � he said he could take the spare room. I wished that he could. Seeing as I'd be dropping into school in the middle of the year, my new form teacher Mr Davis wanted to meet with me before school started to get me acquainted with everything. "Must be tough, moving all this way just for your folks," he said when I went in to his office a couple of days before school started. "It's a good class, though. I'll put you next to Jake for the first few days, then you can shift around like most of the boys do. I'm sure you'll fit in just fine." Mr Davis had clearly done this before, as his voice was reassuring and his silver hair said to me that he must have been teaching for ages. He took me around the school, and it looked fantastic. I just hoped I'd make some friends to make good use of it all. My first day came around, and Mr Davis told me to report to his office when I got in so he could give me all my books. I think he just wanted me to have a place to go before school, seeing as I didn't know anyone. It worked a treat, and he introduced me to Jake when we got into the classroom. He was a really friendly guy, with a welcoming, chubby face and build. "Welcome to the hell house," he said with a smile as we shook hands, "Mr Davis is a terrible teacher." I knew instantly why Jake was to show me the ropes. "Now, Jake, don't make me put you in detention for insubordination," Mr Davis quipped back. "That's not fair, sir," Jake said. "You know I don't know what that means." We laughed. "Harry, little help?" Maybe this was a test � lucky English was my favourite subject. "That means not following orders," I responded. Both seemed impressed. "Well then, seems the poms aren't all idiots after all," Jake said as he nudged me. "C'mon, let's go inside." Mr Davis introduced me once we'd sat down. "Everyone, this is Harry Goldman, he's just moved back here from England. Make sure you all say hello and introduce yourselves." I felt awkward with all the eyes on me, and I nodded briefly as if to say `yes, hello, now please look elsewhere'. The first lesson, maths, was sufficiently boring to get me back into the school year. I don't know if there was some kind of mistake with my year level or something, but it all just seemed pretty cruisy. Throughout the day, a few class members came to say hello, and I just observed the rest. Some were nice, some were weird, some were just rude jock-type people � just a standard class, I guess. It turned out Jake was the funniest kid in the class. Maybe it was his teddy bear-type build, or his outgoing demeanour, but he was just fun to be around. I didn't think he was the type of kid I'd become really close to because I never really got along much with the class funny guys, but what a wonder stroke from Mr Davis for the icebreaking � maybe this transition would be easier after all. When it came time for lunch, Jake said I should hang out with him and his group. Well, I sure wasn't going to hang out on my own, so of course I accepted. There were a few guys from another class, who were nice enough; but there was one guy from our class I hadn't met yet. After Jake introduced me to the other guys, I accidentally locked eyes with the guy from my class. Luckily, he smiled. "I'm Rhys," he said, holding out his hand. I shook it and smiled back. "Cool, I'm Harry," I said. `He knows that ...' I thought, so I quickly added, "I've met so many people today I've just about forgotten who I am." Rhys smiled politely. "I'll bet." I savoured Rhys' touch. He had slender, relatively long fingers, and a soft palm � but a firm handshake. It wasn't one of those movie-moments where I fell in love with the guy, but it was a weird connection. It didn't just feel good; it felt right, somehow. And it was beginning to turn me on. His bloody hand was turning me on. They're not wrong when they say teenagers are the horniest people on the planet. Whether because of this or otherwise, we continued looking at each other for probably a split second longer than was necessary. Rhys turned his head to listen in to whatever the others were talking about to break the gaze. `He's got a nice face, and he's pretty thin,' I thought, as I checked him out in my periphery. `A bit taller than me I guess. Gee, looks like great legs � I reckon he's pretty hot.' And there it was; I started to get my first boner at my new school. I hadn't even been there a day and I'd already mentally undressed one of the boys. There was just no stopping my sex-crazed mind. Although, at least there had been some sort of connection and it wasn't just a random thought. Eventually, thoughts of the previous maths class dealt with the boner situation. I concentrated on the other boys' conversation, but I continued to steal looks at Rhys. He wasn't your typical Adonis-type, I didn't think, but I just had to keep stealing glances. Maybe it was that prior connection I felt, or maybe it was my usual `I-wonder-how-big-he-is' thoughts. I had a vivid imagination, you see. The group were talking about regular stuff, and I was just listening, with not a lot to contribute. Jake seemed to notice this and brought me in. "Hey Harry, you're a pom, you like soccer, right?" Finally � something I had some authority on! "Yeah, we call it football," I said. "You guys follow the premier league?" And with that, I discovered that Jake and Rhys were Liverpool fans, while two of the other three � whose names turned out to be Andy and Sean � were soccer nuts too. Glenn, the third guy, just didn't like it and played rugby instead. There was lively discussion ("Aren't scrums a bit gay?" "Better than diving on the ground like a dickhead!"), and whilst I didn't feel like I was contributing much, at least I was included. It turns out Rhys was quite good at football, and he was going to try out for the first XI next year, despite the fact that he'd only turn 15 half way through the season next ear and he'd be playing with the seniors. "You have to see him play," Jake said, "un-fucking-believable." I looked over at Rhys, who had gone a little shy. I pictured him running around in his football kit, darting this way and that, his shorts billowing around his slender legs. Another boner promptly began itself. I felt myself pump to full size when I pictured him wearing bike shorts, holding his bulge in place and accentuating his magnificent thighs. These boners, two of which happened in the last ten minutes, were becoming far too frequent for my liking. Well, too frequent during school hours, at least. `I wonder what his bulge is like,' my horned-up mind wondered. `Must be a bit of an early bloomer if he's taller than me.' The day eventually wore on (boner-free, too), with a boring history class after lunch and an English lesson to finish. I waited patiently at the agreed pick-up spot, and eventually my mum came to pick me up after she'd got Liv. "How was it, darling?" she excitedly asked. "Pretty good thanks mum," I answered. "Mr Davis put me with a boy called Jake who showed me everything, and I met a boy called Rhys who really likes football. Oh and I met some other people, so it didn't go too badly at all." My mum sounded relieved. "Oh, wonderful," she said � her catch phrase of sorts. Liv was far more outgoing than I was, and she couldn't wait to tell me how her day was. She'd make friends with a post if you dressed it up; so, of course, she'd already made friends with her whole class. As it turned out, one of the girls lived within walking distance. When we were driving home, though, we found that she lived in a massive house right on the harbour. "Bit out of our price range, darlings" Mum remarked, almost in awe. "She never said she lived in THAT!" Liv remarked. That night, Rhys' face and the visions of his slender footballer's body entered my mind as I turned on the shower. Naked, I looked at myself in the mirror, and looked for areas of comparison to Rhys and general improvement. My brown-blonde hair was wavy, but not unkempt; my regulation haircut just sat on my head, indistinguishable from most boys my age. My face was, as my grandmother said, `quaint'; my body was adequate � I wasn't muscular and I was relatively thin, but my abs just had enough of a covering that if I tensed, not much happened. There was no discernible gut, though, so at least I didn't look like a slob. My legs were pretty average, not too long, and not too skinny; my dick � which was five inches hard, on the button, and circumcised � sat below a small bunch of curly pubes. I thought of Rhys, and looked at myself � maybe I should try to get a footballer's body. Maybe I need to grow six inches. I gave my cock a few tugs to see if I was in the mood, and the thought of Rhys' legs quickly got it up to full mast. It fit my hand nicely � it wasn't that thick, nor was it particularly long, but it was nice and smooth thanks to an accurate circumcision with just a slight upward curve. I admired my small yet plump bush, which hadn't matured into an unkempt forest but was probably on the way. A few strokes later, and I thought I'd better get in the shower before Mum got suspicious. As I stepped into the shower, I caught my back view in the mirror, and smiled. My bubble butt was still with me � maybe if I trained too hard, it would transform into something less cute. I sighed and accepted that I was fit enough; my body was reasonable; and my dick was adequate. I stepped under the hot shower and relaxed. `Enough sex thoughts,' I thought. I was just too tired from what had been a relatively emotional and in the end relief-filled day. After a relaxing shower I dried off, put some undies on, and hopped into bed. I didn't even have time to think about the day before I drifted off. CH 2 � THE VISION I got to school relatively early the next morning, as Mum was dropping me first before braving the traffic and the Harbour Bridge to take Liv. I walked through the grounds, down towards the year nine building, thinking that maybe I'd be established here sooner than I thought. I had a minor moment of terror as I approached my locker thinking I'd forgotten my combination, but thankfully it came to me just in time. As I put my stuff in my locker, a huge, oafish fellow who I remembered was in my class was walking by. He looked about 17 already, was completely ripped (which was obvious as his shirt was far too tight) and looked almost as if he had a wife and kids living down the road. I decided to be friendly. "Daniel, right?" I asked timidly as I smiled. "McLean, fuckwit," he spat abruptly. "And you earn the fucking right to talk to me." He walked on as I stood there stunned. 'What did I do?' I thought to myself. 'I just said hello.' "Just don't talk to him," a voice said to my left. I turned, and another kid from my class was approaching. I think it was the kid whose usual desk I took. "He's a real prick, and so are his mates." "Thanks," I said timidly. "Dean isn't it?" He was a small kid, obviously a late bloomer. He had a voice that seemed like it was about to break, but hadn't quite yet. A bit of puppy fat adorned him, and a shaggy mop of dark hair rounded off the rather unkempt look. "Yup," he said, throwing his bags into his locker. "Gonna steal my seat again?" I was a bit worked up, and I couldn't tell if he was serious, and I had to look over - only to see him smiling. "Just joking," he said. What a relief. "Wanna play some handball?" He produced a tennis ball, and we moved over to the forecourt and started playing. Eventually, a few more kids came along and we passed the time until class started. It was another boring day � science was all theory, and French was easier than I had remembered in England. Thankfully, though, third period was PE. I always enjoyed my sport, and I was also looking forward to having a good look around the change room. I had an eagle eye for this sort of thing, you see. When I got to the gym, I suddenly got all nervous, realising that none of the boys in my class had ever seen me get changed. Acting self-consciously, I rather hurriedly got my PE kit on and didn't even look around to see who was near me. That was a shame, as only once dressed did I realise that Rhys was one boy down from me. "Right, everyone over here please," the teacher said when we entered the main hall. "Ah, you must be Harry � I'm Mr O'Hare," he said, sticking out his hand. "Nice to meet you, sir," I said politely as I reciprocated the handshake. "Same to you," Mr O'Hare said, before he turned to the group and clapped his hands once. "Five laps of the hall to warm up, fellas!" A groan emanated from some as we began to jog. As it turned out, Mr O'Hare was pretty cool, and so was the lesson � we did a bunch of ball drills, before we had a half-court game of basketball, or five-a-side indoor football, depending where Mr O'Hare put us. McLean was just pushing people around like a rugby game, and it took a strong talking to from Mr O'Hare to get him to stop. Luckily he wasn't in any of the games that I was in, or I'd probably have broken something. "Righto lads, that'll do for today," Mr O'Hare boomed at the end of the lesson. "Barrow, your turn to tidy up, and Goldman, no free first lesson for you, help him, would you? The rest of you lot all go off and get changed." `Barrow? Who's Barrow?' I thought, as I instinctively went to gather up the pop up football goals. "But sir, he's only just started here," a familiar voice said. Who on earth was sticking up for me so soon? I turned around; it was Rhys. "I know," Mr O'Hare said with a smile, "best get him started early. Now hurry up you two, just because you're getting a late pass doesn't mean you can take forever." Mr O'Hare opened the door to the equipment room, and in about five or ten minutes, we had everything packed up. "Make sure you put these straight into your pencil cases so you don't lose them," Mr O'Hare said as he handed us our signed passes. "Yes sir, thank you," Rhys said on our behalf. "And don't stuff around!" Mr O'Hare said loudly as he left the hall. As we went back into the change room, the last few boys were putting their shoes on and promptly left. It was a little odd that it was just the two of us left in there, so I kept up random conversation as we went back to our bags to avoid awkwardness. It might have been just me reading into it, but I thought I saw Rhys shuffle his bag closer to me. I had positioned myself so that if I saw Rhys take his shorts off in my periphery, I could shoot a glance sideways and see what he was packing. After all, that was the one area our uniforms didn't provide any visual information about. Once we'd taken our shoes and socks off at a similar pace, Rhys was the first to take off his PE shirt. Out of the corner of my eye, I got a glimpse at his slim torso � that perfect early teen boy look. There was not a six pack readily visible, but there was enough definition to make any interested boy salivate. It was all I could do to not gawk straight at him. As Rhys was buttoning his school shirt, I returned the favour, hoping to catch Rhys catching a glimpse of me. Unfortunately, I didn't notice any wandering eyes in his direction. It was now time for the main attraction (I would later laugh uncontrollably by myself at home thinking how absurd it was that my mind was treating this like a circus show, or some weird cabaret). Rhys slid his sports shorts down, and as he did so, I caught an orange fleck in the corner of his eye. I turned his eyes to see a side-on view of Rhys wearing orange boxer-briefs. When Rhys stepped out of his PE shorts, the movement of his legs opened up Rhys' stance, allowing a slightly better view of the whole thing; the action Rhys of moving his legs also bunched his shirt up, allowing an unobstructed view of the front of Rhys' undies. And it wasn't the Bonds logo around the waistband that caught my attention. For a brief moment, I then saw the outline of what looked like a fire hose in Rhys' underpants. A long, sausage-shaped object which could only have been his flaccid teen penis was lying majestically lengthways, easily viewable now that I was looking straight at it. With Rhys' slim frame, and long, slender legs, it at least looked from my viewing point that he had a cock that was certainly bigger than mine. It was big, sure, but it just looked ... maybe emphatic was the right word. It didn't look comically out of place, either. And I was very excited by it; so excited, in fact, that I felt the familiar tingling of the start of a boner. Mental pictures were being taken at a thousand frames a second. Soft, it looked a little smaller than my cock when it was hard � and that was just over 5 inches. As Rhys stepped into his school trousers and started pulling them up, I couldn't pull my eyes away. That sausage was definitely not a lump of fabric; a lovely, round scrotum-shaped mound was even visible as well. The tight orange material hugged Rhys' legs and package as if there were neon signs on Rhys' shirt saying `look down there'. Whilst admiring and visually devouring the sight before me, I suddenly felt Rhys' eyes on me. I quickly pulled my glance away, embarrassed at the fact that there was very little chance that Rhys hadn't seen me looking. Having changed slowly to that point, focusing on Rhys rather than my own clothes, I hurriedly continued changing � but there was just no way I could forget that beautiful sight that I had just seen. `Holy fucking shit, what a cock!!' my brain exclaimed to itself. I was so focused on my thoughts that I didn't even look to see if Rhys was looking at me. Nothing in my periphery alerted me to that anyway. My moment of capture by Rhys was, to me at least, seemingly forgotten as I struck up new conversation while we put on our shoes about the sport that was to come on the weekend. Rhys and I didn't stop talking all the way from the gym to our form room, where we presented Mr Davis with our late slips. After he made a joke about needing to confirm the arrangement with Mr O'Hare, we both found a seat. Dean had taken his seat back next to Jake, and shot me a "gotcha" look, so I ended up sitting next to this blonde-haired kid called Archer. He was a really nice kid, and he was pretty talkative. Maybe he was showing off his newly broken voice, but a more likely conclusion was that he was just a nice guy. We even nearly got in trouble a few times for talking from Mr Davis. He was short, but looked very muscular; turned out he was the school's gymnastics star. Of course, this sent my mind racing. `I wonder what sort of flexibility he's got,' I thought, imagining his legs over his head with a rippling little six-pack and tight pucker in full view, smiling back at me. Another class, another sex thought, another boner. When I went home that night, the actual image of Rhys in his underpants, combined with the mental image of him naked and boned up about to fuck Archer missionary style, got me harder than I'd been in a long time. I lay on my back absolutely going to town on myself with my right hand, while I caressed my tummy with my left. `That six pack can't be far away now!' I thought, momentarily straying from my erotic thoughts. My balls were bouncing all over the place as I lightly arched my back and yanked my rock-hard cock furiously. Needless to say, I came hard. I wasn't concentrating on my aim, and the first shot went straight onto my chin, with the next three going further down my torso. Given it was close to my mouth, I gave it a taste, as I often did � not the best thing I'd ever tasted, pretty salty, and with a weird texture. I promptly got up and used a few tissues to wipe myself down (including trying to get the last of the glob out of my pubes as I hadn't accounted for gravity as I'd got up off my bed, and it had travelled down my stomach). -- As the next few weeks progressed, Rhys and I talked a lot before class, between classes, and after class; mainly about football, but also just about general stuff. I got the impression that we were becoming good friends because we just seemed to gravitate to one another if we weren't hanging with the rest of the group. We liked the same stuff, and our personalities were pretty similar. He was easily my best friend in Australia, anyway. Though we rarely sat next to each other in lessons, we hung out at lunchtime with Jake and his crew and chatted on Facebook a lot. I really liked his company. Despite (or maybe because of) our budding friendship, he continued to be my number one target for peeking when we all got changed for PE. He certainly loved his boxer briefs � I would find out through the term that he had blue ones, green ones, striped ones, grey ones, the lot. And, with each new colour that I saw, I'd go home frig myself to the thought of him taking them off and me finally getting a look at and a feel of the pipe he carried in there. I'd managed to get a good look at Archer's body, too. He most certainly did have a rippling six-pack, in addition to having the perfect trapezoid body shape. Visions of him naked in all sorts of positions were the source of a number of my masturbatorial fantasies. I'd missed the tryouts for the rugby and football seasons given that I started halfway through the year, so unlike about half the grade, I didn't play any sport on Saturdays. Maybe it was a trade-off, but Mum let me stay up to watch any random sport we could get in our pay TV package on the weekends. It was a great time for me to Skype my English mates (particularly Charlie who fancied a girl he'd met) who on Saturdays would invariably be off to the park for a kick-around. That always made me really miss England, but it was great to be able to keep in contact. I was determined I wasn't going to lose them, and I just hoped they felt the same way. The banter over the webcam was the same � just like being back in the school yard. I had been trying to think of an excuse to go and watch Rhys play soccer for the school, particularly seeing as he was in the grade 9 A team. They said he was bloody good, and we were friends and all, but if I rocked up just to watch, wouldn't people ask why I came? `Oh, yeah, I just came to perv on Rhys, you know?' Yeah, that probably wouldn't be the line to go with. Mind you, the lads back in England couldn't understand why they wouldn't let me play � I was as good as them. They all thought that because the Socceroos weren't that great, everyone in Australia sucked at football. Of course, like every kid in England, I thought I was pretty good. `If only they'd let me play,' I thought, `I could watch Rhys play up close.' Or what I would have told everyone, `so I could show how good I am.' So, instead of playing sport, I just put my head down trying to fit in at school during the week. And really, by my standards, I'd settled in quite quickly. I had no distinguishing features or personality traits that would single me out for bullying. McLean and his cronies called me a nerd because I topped two of the subjects' end of term tests, but I'd got that sort of chat in England so I wasn't worried. Mr Davis just looked at McLean every time he teased me about it, almost powerless to stop his antics. I learned that McLean's dad was the Deputy Premier, so it was like he could just about do what he liked. And boy didn't he just do that. -- When the last week of school came around, I was hoping that I'd made good enough friends with Jake, Rhys and the boys that I'd be included in their plans over the break. On the day before we broke up, the subject finally came around to conversation. "So, what are you all doing for the holidays?" Jake asked the group. "Just bumming around at home," Andy said. "Lots of new games I wanna try out." "Same here," Sean and Glenn piped in. "I finally won't be getting babied by my sister," Rhys said, "she's gone to France for the holidays." "Party at Rhys' house!" Jake yelled. We all laughed. "Well, actually, Mum said I could have some people round on Friday after school. Do you guys want to come over?" Rhys said to the group. "Yeah, that'd be cool," I said enthusiastically, suddenly realising I'd practically blurted it out without having contributed anything substantial for the whole conversation. Luckily, though, it was missed as the others chimed in � though not as I expected. "Aw man, I can't. I've gotta go to my cousin's engagement party," Jake said. "Shit, I've got my drum lesson," Andy said. "Can't, sorry man, Mum wants us all home for a family dinner." Sean sounded pretty disappointed. "Dad will probably still be late anyway." "I've got my club game then," Glenn said. "Can't miss it, we're second from top." "Oh well, thanks, you pricks! At least Harry's a good bloke and didn't make up some stupid excuse!" Rhys said in a mock-accusatory tone. "Hey, you think I want to see my fat cousin eat some stupid cake?" Jake playfully shot back. Andy, Sean and Glenn were all equally bummed. "You can finally see how shit he is at FIFA, Harry," Jake added. I smiled at Rhys. "Here comes the Arsenal!" He gave me a sly smile back. "You can't just pick a five-star t-" I interrupted him by starting a football chant: "And it's AAAArsenal, AAAArsenal FC!" The other boys broke up in fits of laughter. "Oh, it's on!" cried Jake, in the midst of it. Rhys and I looked at each other while we laughed. "Just you wait, Goldman ..." he said in a fake menacing tone, waggling his finger playfully at me. As I looked around the boys in the aftermath of that conversation, I smiled contentedly. It was great to feel truly part of the group. I loved that Rhys and I had grown close enough through our mutual love of football that he didn't even baulk at the idea of me coming over without the other guys. What's more, if it was just me and him, maybe there'd be more of an opportunity to get up to some other hijinks. Regardless, I was really excited about the night. "Hey Rhys, where do you live?" I asked. "Oh, I've never told you? Uh, I'm at Wollstonecraft, it's near here. Do you know where that is?" "Is it next to St Leonards?" "Yeah," he said genuinely impressed. "How come you know that already?" I absolutely beamed. "Because I live in St Leonards." He opened his mouth before grinning back. "No way! That's cool! Tell me your address, I'll look it up on Google Maps." We both looked in at his phone and he typed my address in, then his. It turned out he, like Liv's friend, lived in a massive house near the harbour; it was about a 20-minute walk from our place. "Nice and easy," I said. I just couldn't wait to get home and ask Mum. Eventually, the day finished and I practically ran to the train and down the road home. Once I'd told Mum Rhys lived in the next suburb and within walking distance, it was a fait accompli. "My kids are making friends with people that live in harbourside mansions," Mum said with a smile as she shook her head in admiration. "Way to go!" Wise beyond her years, Liv chimed in. "Surely you'd be happy if we just made friends, right?" "Oh yes, darling, of course," Mum said, "I just like tennis courts." We all had a giggle. Later that night, I chatted to Rhys on Facebook. It's a go, I typed. `Awesome!! Mum can pick us up straight from school so bring all your stuff in your sports bag or something.' `What stuff, like PJs, a jumper and a toothbrush?' `Bring your swimming stuff too, the pool's heated and it's great in winter :)' `Oh awesome, you got a pool?? great! Plus it's not winter it's bloody September!' `Lets see whos shivering when they get out then!!' `Hehe, alright, I'll pack up and cya tomoz!' To say I was excited was a complete understatement. A new city, a new friend, a new opportunity. Never in my wildest dreams would I have believed that I'd fit in so quickly. Feeling relaxed, and with just one day of school between me, the holidays, and a sleepover with a boy I'd fantasised about since I'd met him, I drifted off into a blissful sleep. CH 3 � THE ENCOUNTER Last day of term. The last day for two weeks my bloody alarm would break my slumber all too early. My favourite day of the term, as well. At least it was in England, because we did stuff all in class, and then there were two weeks of glorious holidays. As it happened, it was exactly the same in Australia, although despite the probably exorbitant fees our parents paid, they expected us to help clean up the school. Probably something about character building, I guess, and it was just a bonus they then didn't have to pay cleaners. Once I got to school, though, the day seemed to drag, as I hardly saw Rhys or any of the group all day. Luckily, Rhys and I got paired up in the last lesson as Mr Davis gave us various cleaning jobs so the place wouldn't fester while we were on holidays. McLean just sauntered around like an asshole; Mr Davis kept glaring at him, wanting to tear strips off him. I guess Mr Davis liked being employed so said nothing. When the bell went, Rhys and I instinctively turned to each other and did a high-five. "Let's roll!" He said. As we made our way to our lockers, we chatted to Jake, Andy, Sean and Glenn, all of whom were bummed they couldn't hang out tonight. I, however, couldn't have been happier they hadn't made it. I got to hang with Rhys by myself! The thought of what might transpire, however unlikely that may have been, was exciting. And even if there was no sex stuff, or touching, or even looking, I still got to hang out with my (relatively) new friend. It was going to be awesome. When we approached Rhys' Mum's car, I thought I'd better make a good impression. "Hello, Mrs Barrow," I said as soon as I'd got in. "I'm Harry Goldman." "Ah, Harry, lovely to finally meet you," Rhys' mum said. "Rhys has told me all about you." I looked at Rhys. "All terrible, I suppose, Mrs Barrow," I said with a grin. Rhys' mum chuckled. I immediately saw where Rhys got that trait from. "Oh, call me Karen." That was such an un-English thing to do, and it would feel weird, but I smiled and nodded as I relaxed into the plush leather seat. `They're not short of a penny,' I thought to myself as I looked around the expensive-looking interior. It was a hop, skip and a jump to Rhys' place, and I sat open mouthed as we went through the gates. "This is it," Rhys said. "It's unbelievable," I said, completely struck. "This is awesome!" Rhys looked a little embarrassed, but I smiled at him. The big two-story house was set back just far enough from the fence that I caught a glimpse of its majesty. Rhys' mum drove the car in the garage. "Rhys, I've put a matrass in your room for Harry, so go up and show him, will you?" He agreed, and we bundled through the massive living room, towards the straight wooden stairs and upstairs to Rhys' pad. It was a pretty big room, with a king single bed, quite a large desk, and what I was really jealous of � a TV and an Xbox. "Dude, this is amazing," I said with a big smile. "Your own TV? That is so cool!" While I was looking around, I almost tripped over the matrass, and Rhys laughed. "Watch yourself doofus, don't break a bone before we've even gone in the pool!" We agreed that it was time to yahoo around the pool, so I went off to the bathroom to get changed. I was too excited about having a fun time that thoughts of sex, oddly enough, escaped my mind. Until I saw Rhys in his boardies, that was. "Ready?" He asked me as I met him outside the bathroom once I'd changed. There he was, shirtless, and in boardies. There was no denying, Rhys was hot. Some people are all about the rippling muscles, but Rhys' slender frame had just the right amount of definition; a big six-pack and rippling muscly arms would have looked out of place. "Hell yeah," I shot back, deliberately not taking any time to properly take in his body in case he found me out. He promptly started running off. "Catch me then!" At least I got a good view of the rear as he darted off. Not quite my bubble butt, but his two nicely formed globes bounced in time with his sprint. That started about an hour's worth of yahooing in and around the pool. Even though Rhys' mum told us to stop running, we managed to keep up the intensity. There were classic catches, swimming races, two-man brandy, and a bunch of other games. By the time we were ready to get out, I was pretty buggered. When we did get out, I just did what I normally did and dried myself off from head to toe, without taking my boardies off. I'd do that later in the privacy of the bathroom when I got changed, even if it made my towel a bit wetter. But Rhys did something different. Having not seen him around a pool before, I didn't know if this was habit or if he was peacocking. He dried his torso and head meticulously, and really rather slowly. "Doesn't your towel get sodden from your boardies when you dry them?" He then said. I then immediately heard the *scratch* of velcro being undone. I had to say something to make it seem like I was already occupied, while I turned my head to find the source of the sound. "Nah, it's fine, I get dry enough," I said, before the wind was taken from my lungs. Rhys' boardies were around his ankles as he began to dry the lower half of his body. I didn't see the whole area because his towel was obscuring part of his hips, but I definitely saw those same orange boxer briefs he was wearing that I'd replayed in my mind so many times. This time, though, the water made them cling to him closer to his body than anything's ever clung to anything before. There was no mistaking � Rhys had a big, beautiful dick. I just wanted to see it for real, to play with it, and see if it worked like mine. Another split second, another mental image. I could feel myself getting hard again. Rhys took his legs out of his boardies threw them off to the side as he continued drying his crotch and legs. Watching this spectacle, I was as hard as a nail � luckily, it was tucked up and pointing north. There continued to be little glimpses of Rhys' package as his towel moved around his body. That package, above those skinny legs, was just plain hot. Next, he either knew exactly what he was doing, or he looked up at just the right moment. Either way, I got sprung, just like I had been in PE, and felt his eyes boring into my scull as he spotted my looking at him drying himself. I immediately lifted my towel to dry my hair so my eyes couldn't look anywhere but the inside of my towel. `Fuck, he saw me � I gotta conceal my boner!' When I'd finished drying my head, Rhys had his towel around his waist and was putting a t-shirt on over his beautifully petite torso. I hurriedly towelled up, hopefully concealing what was now, thankfully due to embarrassment, a readily deflating erection. He looked at me and smiled. "You want a coke?" I agreed, and we went inside. I conversed as normally as possible, trying desperately not to replay the image of him changing in my mind so I wouldn't get hard again. As our conversation continued it seemed that Rhys wasn't going to press the issue of me gawking at his genitals. I was certainly going to be revisiting that image in my mind for some time to come, though. Seeing as that was all out of the way, it was time for some serious video gaming before dinner. I went back into the bathroom and put on my comfy shirt and shorts and some dry underpants, as Rhys did the same in his room and fired up the Xbox. We started on some Battlefield, but we were both shit at that; we tried some Forza, but I was rubbish at driving; so we settled on FIFA. "Aha, now we're talking," I grinned as Rhys put in the disk. "Hat trick for Ozil coming right up!" Rhys smiled. "Just go easy on me? Plus, my Liverpool need all the help they can get!" I raised my eyebrows at him. "Not a chance!" After I'd resoundingly beaten Rhys twice (without comment either time, as I didn't want to make fun of him in his own house), we settled on some online co-op. We were teaming really well, and getting some good wins and moving up the ranks. We covered the usual topics while we played � sport, people at school, some more sport, crazy stupid ideas, and then some more sport. Eventually, it was time for dinner � and for me to meet Rhys' Dad, Richard. He was a tall, imposing fellow, with the same dark hair as Rhys, but he had a soft, deep voice and was actually quite nice. He just about crushed my hand with his handshake, though. Rhys' mum sure knew how to nail Friday night dinner � she'd made pizzas from scratch, followed by ice cream with a bunch of toppings. I couldn't stop complimenting her on how good it all tasted � "you're alright, you know, Harry," she remarked. I smiled like the suck-up I was. After we'd eaten, we watched some TV with his mum and dad. I just sat there in a contented daze, somehow preventing myself from falling asleep. I'd burned all my energy in the pool, I'd just about seen my hot friend's dick, I'd eaten a massive dinner, and I'd had a great time with my best friend in Australia. After we'd watched a couple of random shows, Rhys said "you wanna play some more FIFA?" Of course, I accepted, and we went upstairs. We were starting to lose a few games, probably because we were getting tired. Rhys seemed to be a bit vacant, though, like he had something on his mind. I didn't want to press him, it being Friday night and all, so we just kept going. Eventually, his mum came in and wished us goodnight, and told us not to forget to clean our teeth or make too much noise. Of course, we agreed, and went back to the game. We were playing some Russian kids, we were up 3-0, and I was incredibly relaxed. While I was not particularly concentrating, knowing we'd won yet another game, Rhys started up out of the blue, without breaking his gaze from the game. "You sure look at me a lot when we're getting changed." Slam. Oh god. I'd just been sprung. That sinking feeling in my stomach hit, and my cheeks started to go red. If Rhys wasn't looking at the screen, I would have been caught red handed just on looks alone. I took a split second to compose myself, let out a fake-snort-laugh-thing, and tried to stay cool. "No I don't". There was a weird pause, like Rhys was wondering whether or not to accept what I'd said. He kept looking at the screen as we played. "I don't mind, you know." Was this a mind game? Was he trying to catch me out? I was absolutely terrified about being found out and called gay. Even if he knew, I had to deny it. What if he told everyone in my grade? I had to keep up the charade. Mustering all the courage I could, I looked right at him. "I don't look at you," I said as firmly as I could. The irony was lost on us both. There was another pause; Rhys had the beginnings of a little smirk on his face. "Relax, man, it's not like I'm going to tell anyone." Yet another pause. "Plus, I kinda like it." Hang on, was that what I thought it was? Had my dreams just fucking come true? Was ... did he like it? It threw me right off. "W... what do you mean?" Like clockwork, the final whistle went in the game. He looked over at me. "Well, do you wanna see it?" I looked him in the eye, speechless. "I ..." He had a reassuring smile and softness in his eyes. "Don't worry, I won't tell." "Rhys, I ... I don't ... know ..." I was absolutely crimson by this point. "Cmon, just us." I couldn't resist; even in accepting, I still maintained the stupid charade that this wasn't the most important thing in the world to me right at that moment. "OK, I guess." My heart was pounding in my chest and it was like time slowed. As he got up off the floor, I got up as well and sat down on his bed. Like he was showing off a new phone, or something, he slid down his pants and underpants in one move revealing what was beneath them, sliding his shirt up to give me an unobstructed view. What was revealed was nothing short of jaw-dropping. A semi-hard, perfectly proportioned, uncut dick was beginning to balloon over a smooth, round sack. Atop the majesty was a bush of dark pubes, to which my view was directed by the mythical `V' of his pelvis. My eyes went wide; my mouth went open; and I'm pretty sure all the blood in my body went straight to my penis. Rhys' heart beat his cock into a full erection, and it was as if God himself had personally designed it, and choreographed the unveiling, as this unbelievable cock inflated into a raging boner. Rhys stood there, a throbbing, long, smooth cock jutting out. "Holy shit," I managed. "That is ... that's pretty big," I managed. He looked really pleased with himself. "Yeah," he said, "it's 6 and a half inches." I continued to marvel at it. "Wow. Pretty thick, too," was all I could manage, as I continued to take in the sight before me. I was beginning to become aware that I may poke a hole in my pants myself. Rhys gave it a slow stroke. "Let me see yours, then," Rhys said. "Fair's fair." I stood up off the bed and took off my shorts. "It's, ah ... not quite as big as yours." Rhys smiled. "I don't care." Be that as it may, my young teen cock was straining against my red briefs. I was tenting harder than I ever had been before, the waistband of my undies just jutting away from above my pubes. I was rewarded with a reassuring "cool" from Rhys, giving me the confidence to go all the way. I slipped my briefs down, and my rock hard member sprang up and bobbed in front of me. For the first time, I had displayed my 5 inches of cut teen cock to another person. Rhys seemed very enamoured with it. "Wow, nice dick man." "Thanks," I said meekly, like he'd just given me a coke or something. As we now faced each other, standing, we began to compare. "Yours is way bigger, it's a little thicker but it's much longer," I said. "Yeah, but yours is cut and looks cool." "Yours looks huge `cause you're pretty skinny. Mine's pretty small soft, too." Rhys said "doesn't matter, looks way cool when it's hard." We both look at each other's for a few seconds before Rhys said, "wanna jack off?" I smiled, "yeah." We needed no further incentive as we started to beat our meat. I was going pretty quickly, because I was so turned on by the whole experience and thought I might explode. Rhys was going a bit more slowly, seemingly taking the whole situation into account. I watched his hand go up and down his long shaft, with his balls bobbing around with each stroke. As I was getting into it, Rhys just said "can I feel yours?" I was far less taken aback and more emboldened than when Rhys was last making enquiries of me, so I said "um, yeah, can I feel yours?" It was agreed, and we both let go of our rock hard members and immediately grasped one another's. The feeling was, put simply, fucking electric. It was all the strength I could muster to stop myself passing out as my eyes involuntarily closed, and I let out as small sigh. Upon reopening my eyes, an "oh, wow" was all I could manage as a complete sensory overload hit my body. Firstly, I couldn't believe that I had my hand around Rhys' cock. It filled my hand, with plenty of cock to play with, but surprisingly not much more than my own cock did. I began to see the situation from above. I had his cock. In my hand. And I was jerking it. I couldn't tell if it was real. And he was jerking mine. Unbelievable. The feeling of an uncut cock was a bit weird, though, as I started to jerk it up and down. I was fascinated with the way his foreskin travelled back and forth over his head. I quickly became accustomed to it. The feeling of my own cock, on the other hand (b'doom tss), was out of this world. It tingled all over from Rhys' feather touch. His soft hand and slender fingers wrapped around my tool like they were made for that sole purpose. He was stroking a steady rhythm, as I was with him. Slowly but surely, I was feeling the pressure building. The point of no return was approaching, and faster than it ever had before. It was as if Rhys felt this, and quickened his pace. I started to blurt out "Oh, wow, um, Rhys, I'm gonna -" and before I could finish, I began to erupt. The first jet positively blasted onto Rhys' stomach. The second, possibly bigger jet, went just above Rhys' cock. The other emissions dribbled onto the floor. "Holy shit," I panted. My pace on Rhys cock had slowed down slightly. He had now shut his eyes, and looked like he was in a trance. My cum was dribbling down his stomach and into his pubes. He was beginning to tense up as I saw the very faint outline of a six pack on him for the first time. That was really hot. "Oh Harry. I'm close. Yeah. Do it," he almost whispered. "Oh yeah, here it comes." I felt his dick pulse in my hand and watched the first glob of thick boycum erupt from his cock ("ugh!") and onto my stomach. The second jet ("ohhh") went straight into my pubes, and by the third jet, Rhys had grabbed his cock back, almost in embarrassment, and shot the rest vertically, with it falling onto the floor. I immediately scooped up what had landed on me and felt it in my fingers. "Cool," I said, still coming down from my euphoria. It was thick, and slippery, but really no different from my own consistency. Rhys had slowly found his way back to earth, too. I looked down, and our cocks were in varying stages of deflation. "I've never cum that much before. Sorry." Rhys was just looking down at our dicks. I chuckled. "That was so awesome, don't say sorry." I wiped my hands on my legs. "Your cum is real thick." "Yeah. You cum heaps, too," Rhys acknowledged. "Let me get a towel." Rhys walked over to his dresser and pulled out an old beach towel. As he bent over, I got a good look at his butt and a glimpse of his ball sack from the rear. I made a definite mental of the image. "Here, get all that cum off," he said. I started to wipe the area Rhys had blasted onto me, as well as my own cock. "I can't believe we just jerked each other. That was so awesome." Rhys couldn't stop smiling as he waited for the towel. And I couldn't stop looking at his cock, now deflated but still slightly engorged from the activity. It hung straight down over his balls. "Yeah," I smiled back once I'd wiped all of Rhys' cum off me. "I guess I was looking at you when you were changing." I then passed Rhys the towel as I picked up my undies and slid them back on. He threw me a look with a smirk. "I knew it!" I then shot back, while nodding my head to his cock, "well, when I saw that thing in your undies what else could I have done?" "I guess I looked at you too," Rhys admitted as he finished wiping and threw the towel under his bed. "Just our secret though right?" I was still gawking at his cock as he slid some undies on. Everything seemed to snap into place, with his cock now pointing left. His bulge just looked fantastic. "Oh, I was thinking of telling the whole school actually." My humour had come back to me surprisingly quickly. Rhys laughed. It was great being relaxed again. "You have a big dick. I wish mine was like that," I said in admiration. Rhys smiled. "But everyone can probably tell as soon as I pop a boner. Yours is perfect. It's the right size, it looks awesome. Feels great, too." There was a pause as I smiled. "You got a big dick, I'd be proud." Rhys was already cringing. "That all sounded really gay." I chuckled. "Well, who cares how gay it is, because that was awesome. Plus, everyone in the school would want to have your dick." I'd got my old clothes back on by now, and I slumped down onto the mattress that Rhys' mum had put down for me. "I guess." Rhys had put on a pair of boxers over his undies as well as an old shirt, and got into bed. After we shuffled around a bit, and checked our phones, Rhys clicked off the bedside light. There was a light pause as Rhys let out a contented sigh. "I've wanted to do that with someone for a while," Rhys said. "I didn't know whether you'd be up for it." "Oh yeah, same," I said. "After that first time we got changed together, I just wanted to see your thing for real." After a pause, I smiled. "You know, when you said you'd seen me looking, I thought you were going to tell everyone I was queer." Rhys seemed hurt, and the conversation took on a more awkward tone. "You really think I'd do that?" I sighed. I didn't mean it to hurt, it was just that I really cared what people thought of me ... and I didn't want to be bullied. "Man, I don't know. I'm new here. And all I know is that everyone at school hates poofters. Everyone laughs about it all the time. If they knew I liked looking at your dick when you got changed, I'd never hear the end of it. And the truth is I've fantasised about dick for ages now. Like, girls are fine, and I guess I get horny over them and all, but right now I jerk off thinking of dicks. And if anyone knew that, they'd go for me. I'd get bullied and no-one would like me." Quietly, Rhys responded, "I guess you're right." There was a pause before I continued. "I wish we could just say what we think." Another pause. Rhys was unsure. "Are we gay? Or, are you gay?" I honestly didn't know. I guessed I was maybe bi, but I really hadn't thought on it that much. He'd clearly thought this conversation through and he was tormented by it. "I dunno. I only ever kissed one girl, and that was, you know, whatever. But I never even told anyone about me liking guys either. And you, what we did before, that was fuckin' awesome. I ... well, I guess I don't know yet." "Yeah," Rhys said carefully. "I guess I don't know yet either." "Don't worry. We got time to find out." I smiled. "I'll tell you what I do know," I said. "I like jerking off with you." Rhys did a nose-exhale laugh. "That works for me." Rhys yawned and rolled over. "I'm glad you got put in my class, Harry." "Me too." I yawned. "And I'm glad you're shit at FIFA." Rhys scoffed playfully. "I'll beat your ass at the real thing someday." I smiled. "I'm sure you will," I said sincerely. Suddenly struck like a freight train from the day's activities and a newfound sense of relaxation and contentedness, I went out like a light. CH 4 � THE ESCALATION It was a very contented sleep. I'd felt the tiredness of the school term and the relaxation of the first night of the holidays, both of which made me pass out in no time. And then there was the pure relief that I'd had subsequent to Rhys' and my little activity. There was no waking up at 5am, no middle-of-the-night wee; there was nothing, not even any dreams, to stop my sleep. In fact, the both of us were so out to it that Rhys' mum had to come in at 9.30am and wake us up, saying that my Mum would be coming in half an hour. Rhys and I groggily sat up and smiled at each other, an implicit recognition and remembrance of the previous night's events. "Hey," I groaned at Rhys as I arched my back to stretch. "Hey," he groaned back. Our bladder issues were immediately required to be addressed, and we both went to separate bathrooms to have a piss. As we made our way downstairs, we looked on the kitchen table to find Rhys' mum had made pancakes, so we hungrily began to scoff them down. As we were eating, Rhys' dad stirred in the living room, put down his newspaper and came in to tousle Rhys' hair. "The yeti awakes! Good sleep, boys?" "Yes thank you, Mr Barrow," I replied. "Like the dead." Rhys' dad smiled. "Please, Harry, you must call me Richard - enough of those English manners. Don't Karen's pancakes make a Saturday morning!" I nodded. "They are really good!" Rhys' dad looked at me and smiled, then at Rhys. "Are you going to talk at all today, mate?" Rhys' brow furrowed as he gulped down his mouthful of breakfast and moaned at his father. "Daaaad!" His dad smiled. "Ah, there it is," he said before looked at me again. "Hey Harry, what's your surname? You look strikingly like someone I know." "It's Goldman," I replied and anticipated his next question. "My Mum and Dad are Helen and Ben." He continued. "Your dad hasn't just come in as director-general of the Department of Foreign Affairs has he?" I looked at him quizzically. "Yeah, he has, actually." Rhys' Dad smiled again as he shook his head in disbelief. "God, Sydney is just too small. Tell him Richard Barrow wants to have a beer with him." I watched him with a puzzled look on my face as he went back to the living room. "Don't leave anything on the table, Rhys, or your mum won't let me hear the end of it," he called out as he reopened his newspaper. I looked over at Rhys with confused frown, and he looked back at me with an expressionless face; he shrugged lightly, and continued eating his pancakes. He was not a morning person, it seemed. A little later, we were just cleaning up in the kitchen when the doorbell went. "I'll get the buzzer, Mum," Rhys called out, as he pressed the button to open the front gate. Rhys' mum went to open the door, and I immediately heard my mother's voice. "Karen Stenowicz!?" she just about yelled. "Oh my God, Helen Carter? This is unbelievable!" The two women hugged. "It must have been what, twenty years?" Rhys and I looked quizzically at each other � again � as we walked over. I spoke to mum, feeling very weirded out at the situation. "Hi Mum, this is Rhys," I said almost warily as we approached the front door, pointing out my friend. Rhys stuck his hand out and politely said hello. A remarkable achievement, given he was nowhere near awake. Mum smiled. "Rhys, your mother and I went to school together before she went to Perth." Karen grinned back. "Harry, your mother never told me she was going to university in England. I think we need a coffee! Come in, Helen!" Rhys' Dad walked over to the commotion. "You must be Harry's mum," he said, holding out his hand. "Richard Barrow, lovely to meet you." They shook hands, and the three of them shuffled through into the kitchen as the kettle was put on. Rhys and I looked at each other, and sat down on the couch in the other end of the massive living room to watch some TV. "That is so weird. How small is the world?" I said. "I thought I was some random English guy, and our parents all know each other." "I know right." There was a long pause as we started watching some random crap, until Rhys eventually started up. "That was fun last night." I smiled and looked at him. "Yeah, it sure was. We should do that again sometime." Rhys looked at me and grinned. "I'm keen if you are." "But you can't tell anyone. Like, ever," I said warningly. Rhys scoffed. "Like I'd ever do that. Plus, I had my hand on your dick too." I went red at the thought and looked away towards the TV. "I s'pose you did," I said sheepishly. That got a smile from Rhys. Eventually, my mum emerged and said that we'd best be off. I thanked everyone, said goodbye, and told Rhys I'd chat to him on Facebook. I told my Mum I'd had a great time, but of course I didn't let on just how great a time I'd had. As it turns out, my mum and Karen were best friends at primary school and into secondary school. When my mum was 15, Karen and her family moved to Perth. Whilst they kept in contact by phone and mail for a while (including a view of Karen's family's visits to Sydney), they lost touch when Mum went to England when she was 21. Despite the fact they'd aged a bit, it was apparently very easy to spot each other, Mum had said. "We're going to do a proper chat next week," Mum excitedly announced. This was ridiculous. Even our parents would be friends. Master Fate had touched my life again. When we got into the living room, Dad had just got in from Canberra. "Dad!" I exclaimed, and ran over to hug him. Liv bundled down the stairs and greeted him in a similar manner. "Well, isn't this a grand official welcome!" Dad then kissed Mum as she was hanging up her keys. "Been out this morning, then?" "You won't believe it," Mum started. "Harry stayed the night at a friend's place, and you'll never guess who his mum is." Liv and I were standing there observing the conversation. "Joan Rivers?" Mum frowned. "She's dead, Ben." "Kim Kardashian?" He looked at Liv, who grinned back. "No, you idiot," Mum said in fairly genuine annoyance, "it was Karen Stenowicz." Dad's eyebrows went up. "That girl you went to school with? I thought you hadn't seen her in years!" Mum nodded and stayed wide-eyed. "And you won't believe who she's married to." I chimed in. "Rhys' Dad said his name was Richard Barrow and he wanted to have a beer with you." Dad started laughing. "You're joking! This is bloody ridiculous. I've got to get him on the phone!" Dad explained that he met Rhys' dad when they were in the youth wing of a political party together. They used to drink together, party together, and work on election booths together. That was until Rhys' dad got an internship at a big investment bank, and Dad got a job working for a senator in Canberra. They got so busy with their careers, and later their families, that they hadn't seen each other in years. I went up to my room to lie down for a while. I looked up at the ceiling, with my hands behind my head, and went deep in thought. I just could not believe that I'd flown halfway around the world thinking I'd be completely stranded, only to find the one boy in the whole city I had any connection to was not only hot, and into me, but he had fallen straight into my lap. It was that thought that finalised my belief that fate was most definitely a thing. How else could this possibly be explained? It had to be fate. There was no other possible explanation. I smiled to myself and thought of what was to come if this really was meant to be. -- Eventually, over the next few days, the other boys in the group finally were free and we were all able to catch up. We just did regular kid things � went to the movies, went to Jake's house (because his parents were either never there or just didn't care), and we went to the beach (I was amazed I could just get a train and a bus and get to Bondi in 45 minutes). About a week after I'd slept at Rhys' house, it was a Tuesday afternoon and I was bored and stuck at home. I really wanted to have a kick at the park, but I didn't know who to take. Then, suddenly a lightbulb turned on. I lived within walking distance of probably the best footballer in the school, who I had cum on, who had cum on me, and who I yearned to see play football. How the hell did it take me so long to think of him? I immediately sent Rhys a text, thinking we could go for a kick around at the park down the road from my house. `You want to come up to mine for a kick about?' He responded pretty quickly. `Yeah, I just gotta finish some stuff with mum and I'll be up.' I texted mum, told her what I'd be doing, and asked if Rhys could come in for a drink and something to eat afterwards. Mum predictably shot back � `Lucky I cleaned the place up yesterday! Of course darling, but don't take him through in the garage, it's a nightmare.' Rhys eventually rocked up at my place, and we headed off to the park. The premier league was obviously back in full swing, and so our walk to the park was dominated by discussion of the weekend's results. When we got there, we were going to start to kick the ball around, but there was a game of some older kids already going � so we just went over and asked to join in. Thankfully they were happy to have us. It wasn't until we were about to start playing that I again realised that I had never played with Rhys before (football, I mean) � so I really wanted to do well to impress him. Once we started, the ball immediately came to me on the left wing. I felt a defender screaming towards me from my right, so I just tugged the ball back beyond his lunge, knocked it to the right around his body, then surged forward past him. A little roar went up from my team, impressed with my skill; I was pretty impressed myself, as that move hardly ever came off. I let myself have a little smile, and resultantly, I got overconfident. There was just one defender between me and the goal, so I tried to do a stepover and nutmeg him; I only succeeded in half a stepover, before the defender reached forward and hooked the ball away. At least we got the throw in, I guess. When Rhys got the ball for the first time in the centre of the field, it was like he was on another planet. Time, and I, stood still as he started to move with the ball at his feet. He just had this grace about how he played; it was as if the ball was tied to the end of his boot. His balance was impeccable. And he was quick, too. He would scoot around the other blokes like it was nothing. He beat one, two, then three in the centre; surged down the right, beating another; then he darted into the box, faked a shot, went round the final defender, and chipped it over the `keeper, who was now helpless on the ground. He put his arms in the air, and everyone on the field was in disbelief at what they'd seen, not least of whom was me! Watching him play was just an art form. As I kept watching him as the game went on, I felt something in my stomach that I hadn't ever felt before. I was just really happy when I was watching him. It was all I could do to stop gawking at him and get back into the game. Eventually, Rhys tired himself out more than anyone else on the field because it became obvious the tactic from our team had become `give it to Rhys'. After a great session with these random people (all of whom were much older than us), the sun was beginning to go down and we were hot and bothered, so it was time to walk home. Thankfully, there was a cool breeze coming in from the harbour and in the few minutes it took to get back, apart from our sweaty clothing, we were reasonably cool. We marched straight into the kitchen and I produced some cold drinks � which we happily guzzled down on our way to the couch, and we sat down next to each other. I turned on the TV, and we slowly got our strength back. "Where is everyone?" Rhys eventually asked. "Well, Dad's in Canberra, and Mum's with Liv at a dancing function thing," I said. "When do you have to go home?" "Oh, mum just wanted me back for dinner at 7." Rhys paused. "So it's just us then?" "Yeah," I said back, before I turned my head to him, suddenly cottoning on. "Yeah it is." "You as horny as I am?" Rhys grabbed himself with a sly smile. "Fuck yeah, let's get these shorts off!" I said, bucking my hips off the couch, and pulled my shorts and underpants down in one motion, excitedly letting the lower half of my body be exposed to the living room. My dick was hardening quickly, and I grabbed hold of it. As I sat my hips back down, my cock was almost at full tilt and a couple of quick tugs to get it as hard as a nail. I looked over at Rhys, who was taken a little by surprise at my brevity. He didn't need a second confirmation, though, and had his shorts down in a flash. He scooted over closer to me, already hard, with his shorts around his ankles. His cute, lightly-tanned and lightly-haired legs looked great against the brown leather couch. When he sat back, his big uncut dick was hard up against his shirt, sticking up like a flagpole. It was only a second before he had his dick in his hand, starting to jerk. We were both looking at each other's junk intently, as we both let out sighs of contentedness. After a minute or so, Rhys took off his shirt, and kicked off his shorts and undies; naked except for his socks. He stood up, letting his cock just out from his slender body majestically. "Harry, stand up, I wanna try something." As I stood up, I took my shirt off, and kicked away my shorts and undies, just as Rhys had done. It was my turn to stand there, hard as can be, waiting for the next move. It was not one I expected. Rhys went down on his knees, and put his face at the level of my cock. He put his hand around it, and gave it a few tugs. I involuntarily let out a moan and a sigh at the same time; that same feeling of electricity from his touch ran through my body. I closed my eyes, feeling the bliss that was Rhys' slow strokes on my cock. With my eyes closed, I was caught unprepared for what happened next. Rhys let go of my cock, and in the instant after that, I felt this hot, wet feeling on my cock, totally unlike anything that I had ever had ever felt before. I sharply opened my eyes, gasped, and looked down to see that Rhys was sucking me � his head was bobbing up and down my shaft! Instinctively, I just groaned "oh, yeah." Rhys seemed to know what he was doing; he slowly went up and down my now rock-hard shaft, with one hand on his own cock and the other on my right thigh. I didn't know what to do with my hands whilst I was watching the show below, so I just put them on my hips and closed my eyes. "Holy shit, that is so good," was all I could manage. Once I reopened my eyes, I couldn't take them off what was happening on my own cock. It was an awesome feeling, and it was so hot to see Rhys hard at work. It was all of about a couple of minutes before I felt the familiar stirring in my loins. Rhys just kept on sucking. I blurted out, "Oh, Rhys, I'm gonna cum." And with that Rhys sucked all the way to the end of my dick before pulling off with a slap of his lips on my cock. As he sat back and continued to slowly jerk himself, I grabbed my shaft, and with a few quick strokes I moaned loudly and my load of cum erupted right onto the left side of Rhys' chest. I was so into it, I shot my whole load � three big ropes, and a few more pulses � all over that spot. "Holy fucking shit," I said, "that was fucking incredible." Rhys looked up and smiled as he slowly jerked his cock. "You wanna do me?" I grinned. "Yeah, why not." I don't know why I didn't just go straight down, but for some reason we instead swapped places. As I got on my knees, Rhys' massive cock was just centimetres from my face. I breathed in his scent � a sort of musky, slightly sweaty, yet familiar scent you would just describe as `cock' smell. I wouldn't call it mesmerising, but it was certainly inviting. I wrapped my hand around his shaft to get myself reaccustomed to his size. `This is a big dick,' I thought to myself. `It's thicker than mine, and it's long. I like it.' It was time to taste it, I decided. I looked up at Rhys as I closed my mouth around the head of his dick. He looked down at me, smiling, and put his hand on the back of my head. The tip of his dick tasted salty. I licked over his slit and felt his foreskin with my tongue. He let out a moan and a guttural "oh, fuck yes." I pushed him deeper into my mouth, as far as I could go without gagging, and managed to get another couple of inches in, just over halfway. I had to be careful not to scrape my teeth on him as I started to go up and down. By now Rhys was just uttering breathy "yeah"s as I worked his shaft. I had very little clue what I was doing, nor where to put my hands, so I figured I'd feel what his ballsack felt like, and put my other hand on his leg like he'd done with mine. It must have worked a treat, because as I did so, he let out a huge moan. I continued feeling his smooth balls noting their larger size than mine, and his slender leg, as I loved up and down his dick. He slowly rustled his fingers through my hair as I kept up a reasonable pace. It wasn't too long until he started breathing faster. "F... fuck, I'm close, I'm cumming," he said with a start. I slopped my mouth off his cock and pulled back, and he immediately grabbed a hold of his cock and went to town, furiously jerking to the end. He was so into it that he didn't realise that the first jet of his thick cum went onto my cheek, and the second one went right on my lips. He put his hand out in embarrassment, and caught the rest, eventually wiping it on his undies. As his cum was on my lips, I thought it only polite to lick them and have a taste. It was different from mine; this was a salty-sweet taste, and with a slippery but palatable texture. "Your cum doesn't taste that bad," I said to Rhys, as I wiped the other glob off my cheek. "Sorry," Rhys said, "I wasn't looking where it was shooting." I smiled as I stood up. "It felt pretty cool when you came on my face," I admitted. We both had cum on our hands, and bodies, that we probably should have got off. "Let me go and get some tissues to clean this up." I loved how comfortable we were to be naked with each other. My softened but still slightly engorged junk just bobbled around as I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bunch of tissues. "You've got a really cute arse," Rhys remarked as I left. I smiled. "Thanks," was all I could offer in return when I came back. "Poofter." We wiped everything up with the tissues, and I went to flush them down the loo. When I came back in the living room, Rhys had his undies on and was getting his shorts and shirt on again. He looked over at me and smiled. "That," he said, "was fucking awesome." I grinned back as I put my undies on. "Yeah. You give an amazing blowjob, dude." "You're not so bad yourself � you must'a seen a few porn vids, huh?" I smiled slyly. "Maybe. Dick tastes better than I thought it would. I thought it would be gross." Rhys agreed. "Yeah. Yours is just awesome." "We gotta do that again sometime," I said as I smiled. Rhys nodded in agreement. "Hell yeah we do." I got Rhys some water while he put his shoes on, and then we said goodbye and he headed back home. I just flopped back down on the couch and grinned. I can't believe, that in the space of just over a week, I'd gone from fantasy, to touching, to having the guy's dick in my mouth. It was bloody incredible. The afternoon's experienced moved me so much that not an hour later, I got rock hard at the thought of what we'd done, and had to go into my room to jerk off and blow another load. CH 5 � THE EXTENSION That night, it was time for a Skype call with Charlie. We had caught up every week while I'd been here. With him being my best friend, I'd told him all about everything, except of course for my recent exploits with Rhys. "Charlie!" I said excitedly when he connected. "How are you?" "Hey, Harry," he said, less than enthused. "I'm alright I suppose." "Another rainy day or something?" I asked, curious as to the cause of his glumness. "Nah it's ... don't worry, it's alright." He forced a smile down the webcam. We continued our conversation on the usual subjects � Australia, England, the football, general mates shenanigans. However, it was clear that something was troubling him. "Charlie, are you alright? You seem really glum." He sighed. "I can't talk about it." I smiled back at him reassuringly. "Sure you can," I said, "you know I don't tell anyone what we talk about." He looked at the camera, and paused. "It's just ... it's embarrassing." "Hey, I won't make fun of you! You know that, right?" Charlie sighed again. "You promise you won't tell anyone?" "Promise." "Well ... we're doing swimming in PE at the moment. And, y'know, we all have to wear speedos. So, near the end of the lesson, I was thinking about Anna, y'know that girl I told you about, and I ... well, daydreamed a bit, and I got a boner. Then the teacher told us all to get out, and it wouldn't go down, and everyone saw that I was hard. They've been laying into me all week." I tried to be reassuring. "Well, it's not like you're gay, is it?" "No," he said. "They were teasing me because they said it was really small." I was incensed. "We're bloody 14," I said. "We haven't even grown yet!" Charlie nodded. "I know." There was a pause. "Is yours big, Harry?" I was taken aback by the question, but composed myself to answer. "Uh, I guess it's pretty average." "How big is that?" "Um, well, just over 5 inches." I replied honestly. "I don't know if that's big or small, really." But I know someone that definitiely has a big one, I thought. Charlie paused. "Mine's right on 4." "Charlie, that's fine! It's not like you're fat and it's all covered up!" I felt really defensive of him. He sighed. "Look, this is a bit weird, but you have a look and tell me totally honestly what you think?" I gulped. Charlie was my best friend and I thought of him like a brother; I didn't know if looking at his dick would ruin that. Then again, I'd also always secretly wanted to have a look. "Yeah, go on then." He stood up so that all that was in shot was a few inches above the waistline of his shorts down to just above his knees. He dropped his shorts to reveal a set of rather tight yellow briefs, with a nice little bulge visible. He then didn't wait before lowering those undies and showing me his now semi-hard, uncut penis. I reserved judgment until it ballooned into full size. It was short, sure, and it was a little thin, but it was perfectly straight. He had quite a bush of pubes above it, which to the naked eye certainly made it look smaller. He definitely had a plump ball sack. He turned around, showed me the side view, then sat down. Whilst it wasn't a monster, it was a perfectly adequate boy's dick. It was so adequate, that it'd given me a boner. "Charlie," I said honestly, "it's perfectly fine." "Is it?" He asked worriedly. "It'll be the first one Anna's seen, anyway," I said wryly. "Plus, let me guess. There's some jock with a massive package laying into you, and the rest just follow along?" Charlie looked at me quizzically. "Pretty much, yeah. How'd you know?" I smiled. "Elementary, my dear Watson. I used my powers of deduction. They're all probably a similar size to you, they're jealous of his, so they make fun of you to pump themselves up." He looked away. "Huh. Maybe you're right." I smiled. "Maybe I am." "Thanks Harry. Obviously, you can't tell anyone about this." I made a zipping motion across my lips. "Not a word," I said, and promptly changed the subject to something lighter and happier. The mental image of Charlie's cock was, however, stored firmly to the front of my brain. "Do ... do you want to see mine?" I asked, after a while. Charlie frowned. "No I bloody well don't, you dirty flasher!" I smiled. "Hey, I was only offering." Charlie finally smiled back. "Thanks, Harry. But it's alright." Once we'd signed off, I thought of the mental image of Charlie's dick. It just didn't do anything for me. I wasn't turned on at all. But the thought of Charlie's dick rapidly made me think of Rhys' dick. And that turned me on something chronic, but having already cum twice in an afternoon, I didn't have the wherewithal to go again. My mind wondered why Rhys turned me on and Charlie didn't. Maybe I didn't like boys, I just liked Rhys. Maybe it was the novelty value of Rhys' massive cock and footballer's body. All I knew was that nothing was settled in my mind. --- The next morning, Rhys sent me a text. Wanna come for a swim? Mum's going out with Tam soon. I immediately asked Mum, and I relayed her conditions of agreement on to him. Yeah! I just gotta tidy up my room and help Mum with the washing, and I'm there. Once the chores were complete, in a rush, I couldn't find my boardies. I felt around the bottom of my backpack and felt something silky, and assumed it to be them. I hurriedly stashed some dry undies and a towel in, zipped it up, and practically ran out the door and down to Rhys' place. I arrived in record time to the playful smile of Rhys behind the gate. "Open up, you prick," I said, "it's bloody hot out here!" He was already in his boardies and had taken his shirt off in preparation for entry into the pool. "Hurry up and get your cozzie on!" He said as he opened the gate and I rushed through. "My what?" "Cozzie, you bloody pom, your swimming gear!" "Keep your hair on," I said as I put my backpack down on the kitchen bench, kicked off my thongs, and dropped my shorts then and there, facing the bench as I rifled through my bag for my boardies. My t-shirt ended about half-way down my arse, showing just enough of my ample cheeks to get Rhys interested. "Nice butt." I turned my head around, hands still in my backpack. "Poof," I said with a smile, before turning back to my backpack. Rhys just snorted. After another moment of shuffling in my bag, I exasperatedly exclaimed "I can't find my bloody board shorts." Rhys smirked. "Just swim in your undies." I turned to face him. "If I do, then you have to as well." He undid the cord and ripped off his boardies. "Fair's fair," he then said, as my eyes gravitated to his bulge. These must have been new ones � American Eagle, blue and green striped. Regardless of the colour, his glorious cock and plump balls were once again outlined to perfection. It made me feel like my green Bonds briefs were a bit substandard. I smiled, pulled off my shirt and looked at him again. "If you like my arse you're gonna have to catch it!" I darted around him, opened the pool gate and did a bomb dive into the pool. As I surfaced, Rhys dived in straight towards me, and as he was going past, grabbed my left butt cheek. "Hey!" I yelled, and turned around as he surfaced away from me. Then began the afternoon's game of grab-bits-of-the-other person. At one point in the melee, I pulled the front of Rhys' undies down and grabbed his dick underwater. He pushed me away, playfully, and put his cock away. It already felt half-hard, and I'm pretty sure that put it up to full mast. Just feeling his cock sent me up to full bone, and that's where I stayed for just about the entirety of the swim. Once we'd expended some energy, I said that I was buggered and had to get out. I was rock hard, and so getting out of the pool, my undies clung to me and accentuated my boner. "Nice dick," Rhys remarked, as he made his way to the steps. I grabbed a towel and started drying myself. As he got out, his cock was jutting out so much, it was pushing his waistband off his hips. As he started drying himself, I dropped my towel, walked over, and gave it a squeeze through his underpants. He let out a sigh and did the same to me. He eventually managed, "we'd better take this inside before the neighbours start watching." I threw my towel on a chair and bundled inside, with Rhys right behind me. As I was walking through the door into his room, I felt his cock pressing into my crack � despite the fact that we both still had our underpants on. Even though it felt cool, I jumped forward in mock repulsion. Rhys then smacked my right arse cheek, and said "get them off." I turned around, whipped my undies off over my rock hard boner (which bobbled), and threw my undies at Rhys' face. "Get yours off too then!" I watched, again in awe, as Rhys slid his wet boxer briefs over his rock hard dick, which bounced up immediately after he removed them. He gave it a couple of tugs, which seemed to bring me back to earth. I decided it was play time. "Can't touch this unless you catch me," I said, darting out of his room and down the stairs. He ran after me, chasing me through the kitchen and lounge room, with our hard dicks and bobbing around. I changed course, heading back up the stairs � he pushed me down onto his bed, face down, and grabbed my arse cheeks. "Gotcha!" I savoured Rhys' massaging of my cheeks. "Mmm, that's nice," I managed, with my head turned to the side. Rhys continued to squeeze and massage my butt. Luckily my hard dick was pointing upward, and wasn't causing me any discomfort. "You ever finger yourself?" Rhys asked, almost out of the blue. "I tried a few times, but it hurt." "Man, you're missing out. Put your ass in the air and let me try, then." I dutifully responded, and lifted my butt in the air. "I hope it's not gross," I offered. Butt experimentation was not something I was familiar with, and I'd never had anything in my arse before. Rhys was greeted with my pink pucker, which was only adorned with a couple of young pubes. I heard the smack of Rhys' finger exiting his mouth and then felt his warm touch on my butthole. I immediately clenched, surprised by the feeling, and let out a little "ooh". Rhys slowly started putting his finger in, which sent shockwaves through my body. It didn't even hurt one bit, and my cock positively jumped. I immediately grabbed it and started to slowly stroke it as Rhys put his finger in all the way. "Oh, hell yeah," I managed, as Rhys began to slowly move his finger in and out. After maybe 30 seconds to a minute, I felt Rhys move his face closer to my hole, and I thought I felt him sniff. "Dude, did you just sniff my butthole?" He slowly pulled his finger out, and proceeded to sniff that as well. "Doesn't smell that bad," he remarked, "I guess cause we've been in the pool." "So it's not gross?" "Kinda hot, actually. It doesn't smell like poo." "Do something else, quick," I said, "I'm so fucking horny here." "I'm gonna try something I haven't done before." I had no idea what he was going to do, so I responded. "Oh? Don't try to fuck me you'll split me in-" Before I could finish, I felt Rhys' hands go on both my cheeks, lightly spreading them. What stopped my speech completely was a warm, wet feeling I got from something moving over my hole. Rhys was eating me out! It felt so incredibly sexy that I stopped rubbing myself and moved my hands out to brace. "Fuuuuuck!" I managed. Rhys stopped. "You alright?" "Fucking hell just keep going!" I said. Rhys didn't need a second invitation. To compound the fairly sloppy rimjob I was receiving, Rhys proceeded to grab my cock and start wanking it, while tonguing my hole. "Fuck yes! Oh god!" I was in heaven. I could probably have passed out from the ecstasy. I was now panting and moaning, as Rhys was getting more confident with his tongue. For several minutes I was in heaven, making sounds I'm not sure I've made before. I didn't know what I was feeling, it was just a sensory overload. It was not long before I was ready to explode. "Shit, Rhys, I'm � I'm gonna cum," I said breathlessly. "Oh shit, my doona!" Rhys said, letting go of my cock and jumping off the bed. I was in too much of a trance to stop now. Staying in my position with my arse in the air, I furiously began jerking my cock, moaning and getting louder as my orgasm fast approached. Rhys managed to throw his damp undies under my cock, as I loudly grunted and blasted a huge load right into them. It wasn't until I came down from my ecstatic high that I looked down and saw my pool of cum in Rhys's undies. It was a pretty hot sight, and I smiled. "Jesus fucking Christ, that was fucking incredible," I exhaled as I rolled on my back. Rhys was standing there as hard as a nail. "You're tasty," Rhys smiled, slowly jerking his cock. "And that really turned me on." "I can't get up," I said as I gathered my breath, "come here and I'll help you out." I sat up on the bed, propped up by Rhys' pillows. Rhys smirked and knew what to do. He hopped onto the bed, moved his cummy undies to one side, and kneeled over my torso. It presented his cock almost perfectly at mouth level, and I took it into my mouth gleefully. As I licked his cock head, he threw his head back in ecstasy and moaned loudly. I started bobbing back and forth, feeling his tight torso and running my hands over his developing abs. I kept sucking, and moved my hand to cup his balls, which caused another moan of pleasure to escape his mouth. I then slid my finger into his crack, searching out his pucker. I knew I'd found it because he just about shrieked. "F- Fuck yeah, mmmh, oh God Harry," Rhys managed. I moved my finger over his hole, which after I'd done that a few times and in a few minutes, it started to send him over the edge. "Oh Harry, look out, I'm � quick � " I didn't know what to do, apart from get his cock out of my mouth. Rhys' eyes were closed, and his dick was in close proximity to my face. I then knew what was about to happen, and firmly shut my eyes and mouth. With a big grunt, the first jet of thick cum shot out of Rhys' cock onto my cheek and dribbled down. The next one got me on my eyelid, and dribbled down the side of my nose; the next on my forehead, and the final one on my lips. Rhys was positively panting, as the last few waves dribbled out of his cock and onto my chest. He looked down at me as I looked up at him. "Thanks for that," I said meekly, as I wiped his cum from under my eye. That at least allowed me to open my eyes. "Shit, sorry dude," he replied, "let me get a towel." Rhys stepped off me and got the same towel we'd used to mop up after our first experience. I wiped everything off, and chucked the towel to Rhys, who mopped my cum out of his undies. "I guess we'd better get some dry clothes on," I remarked. "Let me go down and get my bag." As I came back up the stairs, Rhys was already putting dry underpants on. He looked at me and smiled. "That was fucking fun," he said. "I can't believe you licked my butthole!" I exclaimed, putting fresh undies on. "Well, I saw it in a porn video. I figured, we'd been in the pool, so it wouldn't taste disgusting." "It felt pretty cool," I admitted. We eventually put our clothes back on, and settled down to watch some TV. I was so buggered from our pool hijinks, and I was so relaxed after such a mammoth orgasm, that I actually fell asleep on Rhys' couch; as it turned out, Rhys did too. It wasn't until Rhys' mum came home and saw us on the couch to wake us. "Big afternoon, hey boys?" I groggily sat up. "Oh, sorry Karen, I didn't mean to fall asleep." She laughed. "Not at all, darling. Do you want to stay for dinner?" I looked at my phone � it was nearly dinner time and I was due home. "No thank you, I have to get home actually." I grabbed my stuff, and Rhys saw me out to the gate. "That was so fun," he said. "We gotta do that again." I smiled as I started to walk home. "For sure!" I called back. I didn't really fancy licking someone's butthole, but I played along anyway. Maybe it could be fun. In fact, as I walked home and replayed the afternoon's events in my mind, I got myself horny again, and walked through the front door having to conceal a raging hardon.