Open Question 11

OPEN QUESTION.

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What do we have in this story? A case of satyriasis or just a healthy young male making the most of opportunities coming his way?
Decide for yourself as the events in Marcus's life unfold.

Chapter 11.

"Hey stranger. What happened to our rule about no more wood chopping?"

"Our rule? Your rule you mean, and it doesn't count till I finish all that."

The stranger comment was because Brendan hadn't seen Phillip since last Wednesday evening and they were looking at the huge stack of firewood.

"That little lot? It should only take a couple of weeks."

They exchanged grins then Phillip went inside to help Mike prepare their meal. Brendan stacked the results of his last hour's work then headed for the bathroom to change out of his work clothes and have a shower. Yum, his pangs of hunger grew as the smell of steak and mushrooms cooking wafted through the house.

"Is that all I get?"

"Listen to the cheek of it. Pass that plate over here and I'll give him bread and water instead."

Mike just laughed and put an extra piece of steak on Brendan's already loaded plate.

"We have to build him up Phillip. He's still puny and I've got lots of heavy work for him."

The serious business of eating commenced and Brendan started explaining his new plan to build a large storage room under the house.

"All the digging will have to be done with the jackhammer and it'll be Brendan's ongoing project for when I don't have other particular jobs."

After the meal was finished Mike took Brendan outside and spent time showing him where to start digging and where to cart the rubble. Brendan drove the wagon to Phillip's place then they headed for the den.

"So how am I going to cope now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, wood-chopping's bad enough but now you're using the jackhammer too. You'll end up all muscle-bound."

"Muscle-bound! You wait."

They tussled for five minutes then Phillip relaxed and said it was too soon after a big meal and they should get on with the Maths. Brendan sat on his stomach.

"What?"

"Nothing. I just feel like talking."

"My! What's happening now? More adventures with Martin?"

"Yes, he's being a companion for this guy."

"A companion?"

"That's what he calls it. He goes out with him for meals and they've been to the theatre."

"Like an escort?"

"Yes, but they do stuff too."

"Sex you mean?"

Brendan nodded.

"When Martin picked me up at the railway station on Friday afternoon he took me to meet him."

Phillips eyes widened.

"He did? What happened?"

"We tried out his Jacuzzi."

"We? You mean you and Martin?"

"No, all of us. Ross too, but they started doing stuff and I got out. Well, Ross sent me out when he saw I was embarrassed. I listened to music till they came out."

"What made you embarrassed? Did this Ross guy try something?"

"No, he was really nice. I couldn't stop the rocket from starting and it was like a signal that he could, but it really wasn't. I think Martin wanted him to see it."

"Sounds like Martin set you up."

Brendan thought the same.

"Sort of, but not on purpose. It was like he wanted to show me off."

"Good-looking and sexy hey?"

That warranted a bounce on Phillip's stomach and a whack to his chest. There was a leisurely struggle while Brendan recounted more details about Martin and Ross.

"What happened after the spa?"

"Nothing. We talked for a while because Ross was interested in photography and then Martin and I left to see a movie."

"What topic are we doing in maths tonight?"

"Not yet. I haven't told you about the festival."

"What festival?"

"The Gay pride festival at St Kilda. It was great."

"You went to that?"

"I was a superhero."

The look Phillip gave demanded much more information.

"I was on the back of a truck and dancing with people when they paid five dollars. Superman wanted me to."

"Superman? Am I supposed to believe this?"

Brendan was loving this.

"Yes, he got me to be Robin. ...And I wore a cape and a mask and purple speedos."

"Purple? I don't believe it. Were there many people?"

"Thousands, and then we went to Superman's place for a meal. It's a house full of gay people and one of them even has the same camera as me and they're all really friendly."

"All? How many?"

"I'm not sure. There were six at the festival and two more when we were eating but they said other names too. Pete's going to ring me some time and he says I can stay there whenever I'm down in Melbourne.

"Pete?"

"The Superman one. I really like him."

"I see. Tell me about him then."

Brendan grinned.

"He goes to college and he's into surfing and swimming and we had a shower together.

Phillip didn't know if this was some kind of stir.

"Oh yes?"

"He set the rocket going."

"He did?.. You mean it popped up because of the situation?"

"No. He used the soap on me and then I did the same to him."

"Whoo!"

"And then Jarrod, who was Batman, came into the shower and the three of us had rockets."

"At the same time?"

"It was weird. I didn't know what was going on, and then a new guy who I hadn't even seen before came in as well."

"Into the shower?"

"No, he fiddled with the taps in the basin and made the water get too hot. We had to get out."

"And?"

"Nothing. That was it. We got back into our hero costumes and went out for the meal."

"So what was it all about?"

Brendan had been wondering that ever since.

"I think he was letting me know he'd like to do stuff some time, but only if I'd thought about it."

"Do you think he meant it about phoning you?"

"For sure. He was definite."

"What will you do?"

"Um.. I don't know. What do you think?"

Brendan watched Phillip pondering.

"You like awkward questions don't you? All right. Ask him out here to help you with the jack-hammering."

"Are you joking?"

"Well, maybe go rock-hopping in the river as well. That would be more interesting. Brendan, you have to work this out yourself. He might be after you for your good looks."

"He's way better looking than me."

"I doubt that."

Brendan gave Phillip jab in the chest in a reverse kind of response to the compliment, then they talked seriously for a while.

"Okay, now it's time for those logarithms."

"Um... Not yet."

"Not yet? My God! What else?"

"My media teacher likes me."

"Your media teacher? I know that. You already told me."

"He was at the gay nightclub."

".... Oh my! So, you mean more than ordinary like?"

"He set the rocket going too."

"He did?.. Brendan that's trouble."

"I know. He was upset about it. It was my fault really because the club is only for over eighteen's and he thought I was old enough."

"How did you get in then?"

"Just walked, like the other times. I didn't know it was a rule and the guys at the door just gave me a quick look. Martin would have known but he doesn't care about rules."

"So what made him upset?"

"He didn't find out till next day when I was talking about Martin."

"Next day? You met up again?"

"He stayed with us at Mike's place then helped me with more photos for Martin."

"More? You told me you were finished."

"We were, but Martin needed a special set where we looked like we were together."

"What happened with your teacher? Is he still upset with you?"

"Andrew? No, he's coming out to help when we do the nude photos."

Phillips eyes goggled then he burst into laughter.

"Brendan, you're unbelievable."

***

"How did the logarithm assignment go?"

"I don't know yet. I only handed it in today. It better be good though because I spent nearly all last Sunday working on it, as well is that graphing chapter."

"School stuff on your weekend? Are you sure you're okay?"

"I know. It was a shock to me too, but it was worth it. I even worked out two of those questions from the extension set. Guess what?"

"Hmm. Too open ended. You've decided to do a day of study every weekend? You're going to the city again for more adventures?"

"No and no."

"Well I don't know. You're officially joining a naturist group?"

"Naturist? What's that mean?"

"A nudist club."

"Very funny... Are you busy next weekend and the one after?"

"Tell me more so I can think about my answer."

"Good. We're rock hopping this Sunday and we might be surfing the next weekend."

"Yes sir, boss. Well, ... maybe."

Good. The smile meant it was happening.

"It's about time you worked out I'm the boss. Lie down so we can talk."

Phillip laughed and after a minute of token struggle they ended up in their talk position. Brendan bounced a few times to make Phillip smile, then started jabbing his chest.

"This isn't talking. It's torture."

"It's not torture. It's fun."

"Fun? When did you meet the Marquis?"

"What marquee?"

"The Marquis De Sade."

"Who?"

"Forget it. I'm just teasing. What are we talking about?"

"The next two weekends."

"Okay. What's happening?"

"Superman's coming with us. He rang last night and he's coming out on Saturday."

"Saturday's no good. I'm helping Mike with his new decking. I thought you said Sunday?"

"I did. We're doing the jack-hammering on Saturday."

"Jack-hammering? ...Really?"

"I know it was your idea, but I mentioned it as a kind of joke and he wants to. He said it would be a good workout for them."

"Them?"

"Batman's coming too and he's bringing an extra jackhammer."

"Batman? ...The other one in the shower?"

"It's nothing to do with that. He does construction work. ...So can they stay here on Saturday night?"

Phillip laughed.

"Of course they can. Especially since you've already told them, haven't you? What's the other one's name? I'm not calling him Batman all weekend."

"It's Jarrod. He didn't say much when I was at their place but I liked him."

"Well, it sounds like an interesting weekend. And what about the surfing? Who's idea was that?"

"Pete's a lifesaver and when I told him you like adventures he said we could stay at his surf club."

"He doesn't even know me."

"He will after this weekend."

"Interesting logic. ...I know, we'll set up Mike's spit roast for Saturday night... Umm. What's that look for? Did I say something funny?"

Brendan wiggled back then collapsed and hugged for a moment before rolling to one side and giving his head a little shake.

"Sorry. The rocket's misbehaving. He wants us to do something."

"Whoo! How about a drink of coffee? We'll need a cold shower before we can concentrate on maths otherwise."

Brendan pounced and for the next quarter hour they wrestled on the carpet with a mixture of fake aggression and laughter.

"Let me up. Let me up. You're too strong so it's time for coffee."

"What? I don't believe I'm hearing this. You're admitting I'm stronger?"

"It's all Mike's fault. Giving you jobs that build your muscles. How am I going to cope Brendan? Of course you're stronger."

Phillip was joking about coping of course but he meant the last sentence. Brendan stared as the realisation came home to him. Stronger than Phillip? Somehow it didn't feel right. Well, it did but it felt different.

"Wow! You actually said it... You won't be able to bully me any more."

"You poor thing. All that maltreatment. I feel so sorry for you."

"Sorry?"

"No one to keep you on the straight and narrow. You'll definitely go feral."

That led to another bout of wrestling and then they had the coffee and settled into the maths.

***

Phillip and Mike were setting up a cutting bench for the decking timber when a red station wagon pulled into the driveway and two guys got out. Brendan relaxed when he saw Pete's big smile and had to smile back.

"Hey, Robin, how's it hanging?"

Brendan, startled by the unexpected familiarity, watched Phillip and Mike exchange a surprised look then focus on Pete with their own grins widening.

"Um.. Hi Pete.. You're early."

"Don't blame me. Jarrod's the one who dragged me out of bed at the crack of dawn."

Introductions went all round then after some talk Jarrod unloaded extra gear from the wagon. Mike was most impressed and he and Jarrod had quite a discussion about the respective merits of their two jackhammers. Pete gave Brendan a nudge.

"Jarrod's always carrying on about his tool. He reckons it's a bigger and better than anyone else's."

There was a moment's silence then Phillip was laughing and Mike shaking his head.

"Boofhead!... Get the extension cord for me."

There was no need for that as Mike was always prepared, and an extra cord was already set up. Jarrod had a quick look at the decking area with Phillip and Mike while Brendan and Pete got into the digging. The day went in a flash and Brendan loved it. Pete kept everyone laughing and stirred Jarrod all the time. Jarrod was obviously completely used to it and just kept saying "Boofhead". With two jackhammers going the amount of work done was phenomenal and Brendan quickly realised that as fit as he was he couldn't keep up. Jarrod and Pete, who'd started a friendly competition to outdo each other, worked relentlessly. Soon after they started, Pete set the tone and tossed his T-shirt to one side and spent the rest of the day working in running shorts and an old pair of jogging shoes. Jarrod's shirt went next and then Brendan's. At lunchtime Mike made everyone stop for an hour while they had one of his special meatloafs, cold, with salad, then after some yacking, set up the spit roast.

"What time are we finishing work?"

Phillip suggested 5:30 but Pete, backed up by Jarrod, said 7 PM. Mike, who always liked working extra had a smile a mile wide. By five o'clock Brendan was wrecked and went to look at the decking progress.

"What's up?"

"They never stop. I'm having a break. They use the jackhammers like they're toys and Pete practically runs with the wheelbarrows."

Phillip and Mike exchanged a glance.

"How about we call it a day?"

"They won't Mike. They've set the second last set of stumps as the target for the day."

"Second last? You mean the third last don't you?"

"No. We're already past those."

"Good grief. Just as well I organised the extra acroprops.

Brendan watched the process of drilling the holes in the decking timber and hammering the special corkscrew nails in place, had a drink, then checked out the spit roast and saw it still needed lots more cooking. Mike and Phillip started giving cheek about weak muscles and the need for lots more wood chopping, so he left them and went back to the pile of dirt and the empty wheelbarrow.

"Come on Robin, the dirt's piling up and Jarrod's getting a big head because we can't keep up. Where're those super muscles?"

Pete grinned, and Brendan, seeing the challenge in it buckled down to another hour and a half of steady work. Eventually, to Brendan's great relief, Mike gave the order to pack up and sent them in for a cleanup.

"Make it quick, as the meat's ready and I'm starting to serve."

The spit roast was up to Mike's usual standard and Brendan joined Pete and Jarrod in devouring everything they were given. After talk, laughter, and lots of thanks from Mike, they headed for Phillip's house.

"What IS this rock hopping? I've never heard of it."

"Um.. Jarrod.. It means you hop on from one rock to the next."

"I can guess that much. Boofhead."

They both looked for more information and Brendan explained then collected the knee and wrist guards and got them to try them on.

"Hey mate! I feel like a gladiator. Are there any lions to fight?"

Before he knew what hit him, Brendan was on the floor with a knee guard pressing lightly against his throat.

"We salute you. You who are about to die."

"Pete, you wouldn't know a salute if it hit you."

"Jarrod, you look like Wonder-woman with those wrist thingies."

"You look like a transformer toy... See if you can sit on your own head."

Phillip laughed and said he was going to bed.

"What time are you heading out for your rock hopping Brendan?"

Pete interrupted.

"What do you mean by our rock hopping? Aren't you coming with us? Brendan told me you'd lead us to all the best places."

Brendan was surprised too, as he'd taken it for granted that Phillip would be going along and he gave a questioning look.

"Don't just look at him Brendan. Make him. Force him. Twist his arm..."

To Brendan's astonishment, both Jarrod and Pete grabbed Phillip then dumped him on the floor and proceeded with a friendly torture treatment till he laughingly promised to lead the next day's expedition.

"All right! All right! I'm coming. I'm coming. Good grief, Brendan's already bad enough with physical violence. Now he'll be learning even worse habits from ruffians."

Jarrod and Peter released him and he sat up grinning.

"Eight o'clock in the morning."

"Um ... what about it?"

"That's when we're getting up. If you want a good place to go then we'll make it special. Better not stay up too late Brendan or you won't last out the day."

Brendan made a move to pay back the cheekiness with some of the physical violence that had just been mentioned, but found himself in a neck hold from Jarrod.

"Don't worry Phillip... We'll tuck him in bed nice and early."

Phillip nodded at Pete then gave instructions for Brendan to look after his guests properly.

"He'd better. He cops it bad if he doesn't."

Looking very pleased, Phillip said goodnight and headed upstairs.

"Where's our snack? We're starving. I hope there are silk sheets on the bed, and Jarrod needs a goodnight kiss before he goes to sleep or he gets all sulky."

Pete lifted his arms and sniffed.

"Ye gods. ... Host. ...Run the shower for me and make sure there's some good shampoo."

When Brendan was released from the neck hold he led the way to the bathroom, took out a couple of fresh towels, then headed to the kitchen to make toasted cheese. They couldn't really be hungry after the gigantic meal at Mike's, but he suspected that if he didn't provide something he'd hear about being a bad host all the next day. By the time the food was ready, along with the jug of hot chocolate ordered by Jarrod, the showering was finished and Pete and Jarrod were sitting up in the big double bed waiting with obvious anticipation.

"This better taste good."

At the first bite Jarrod grimaced and Pete spluttered as if he'd been poisoned. It was so obviously planned that Brendan couldn't help laughing when the rest of the toast was wolfed down in a few seconds.

"Now he's laughing at us. Get him Jarrod."

It was just a muck around but Brendan wasn't expecting to be attacked by a naked Jarrod.

"What will I do with him?"

"See if he's ticklish."

That provoked a frantic struggle but Jarrod was way too strong and then Pete joined in.

"Stop! Not fair! Help! No more toast. I promised."

Protests and pleas meant nothing and for the next few minutes Pete and Jarrod found out exactly how ticklish Brendan really was.

"Wow. This is fun. What do you reckon Jarrod? Will we stop?"

"Not yet. He loves it."

They did stop though and Pete grinned.

"Tell us the truth Brendan. Are you enjoying this? We'll stop if you're not."

In fact Brendan was loving it.

"Let me go first and then I'll answer."

"We don't have too because that means yes."

He gave Jarrod a quick look and they did let go.

"Have your shower Brendan. It's time for us to tuck you in."

Whatever did that mean? From the glint in Pete's eye it had to be something. Somewhat nervously, Brendan finished his shower, put on a pair of blue jocks then wrapped a towel around his middle before returning to the bedroom. He pulled back the cover on the foam mattress he'd set up on the floor, Phillip's idea so Brendan could talk with his guests, and hung his towel on a chair.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting into bed.. So you can tuck me in."

"This bed. Not that one."

Brendan stared. Did he really mean it? Yes he did, and Jarrod was actually pointing at the gap between himself and Pete. Oh my. Feeling very unsure Brendan started to move.

"Hey, do you usually wear jocks to bed?"

"Um... Not really."

"Are you shy? Or are you being polite?"

Brendan didn't know what to do. Yes, he was learning Pete's radical ways, but getting into bed nude with them?
Jarrod laughed.

"Ignore him Brendan. Just come and get tucked in."

Like making a decision to dive into icy cold water, Brendan teetered a moment then made the plunge. They'd been joking around all day, especially Pete, so maybe this was more of the same. It was awkward climbing over Jarrod and then strange fitting between the two bodies.

"How do you want to be tucked in?"

"I don't know."

"What's it going to be? A hug? A good-night kiss? Or we'll tease you if you like. It's up to you."

Brendan glanced at Jarrod, saw a friendly grin and a big wink and relaxed. Good. It was just a muck-around.

"What do you mean by a tease?"

"Try it and see."

"Okay."

Expecting Pete to stir him about something, perhaps for running out of energy in the afternoon or not being a perfect host, Brendan jumped when a hot breath blew in his ear. Oh my God. It was that sort of tease. Jarrod's hand rested on his chest then lightly tickling, moved slowly downwards till it reached his bellybutton. The rocket started taking off, stretching sideways in his jocks.

"Ear lobes Jarrod."

Pete took one ear lobe, holding it gently with his thumb and forefinger and Jarrod took the other. Brandon's ears got hot and a tingle went down both sides of his neck. The rocket stretched even more. Jarrod's free hand continued its tickling and then another hand moved slowly down Brendan's side till it reached the band of his jocks, traced across then lingered for a moment on the straining material. The rocket went solid and there was a laugh from Pete.

"It's time to stop the tucking in Jarrod. Brendan's enjoying it too much."

The hands below moved away, his ears were released, and rather stunned and embarrassed Brendan waited for something else to happen.

"How are things between you and Phillip?"

"He's my best friend ever."

"He's much more than that but I meant your sex life. Does anything happen?"

"Um. ...We're waiting till I'm eighteen."

Brendan could hardly believe he'd said such a private thing to Pete.

"Stupid law. It should be sixteen. How do you cope?"

"Cope? I don't know. Well I don't have any choice really. Phillip makes me."

"It must drive you crazy. Do you even get to touch each other?"

This was amazing. For the next ten minutes Brendan found himself telling Pete and Jarrod about trips away with Phillip, their nude swimming, how all they did was hug, and even how he'd cheated sometimes when Phillip was asleep.

"Do you think he knows you feel him up?"

"I don't think so. He would have said something."

"He's a lot older. Do you think about that?"

"Nope! I don't. ...Phillip does though and he talks about it sometimes. He tells me it's important to meet guys my own age."

"How come you haven't? You're so hot you could pick up anyone. We'd be jumping your bones right now if you were old enough."

Brendan gawked as he took that in, then had to smile.

"Both of you? ...At the same time?"

"For sure. Why not? We could get together sometime after your birthday if you like."

He didn't sound like he was joking. Brendan looked at Jarrod for more input and got a confirming nod.

"Is this the tease thing again?"

Pete laughed and gave Brendan a jab in the side which made him jump.

"Getting turned on again?"

"...Maybe."

"Check him out Jarrod."

Brendan knew what was coming and he waited, quite eagerly, for the exploratory touch. Jarrod hesitated, then, not getting a negative signal, made his move.

"It's a big one. He does like the idea of the three-way."

"How big?"

Once again there was the exciting shock of touch and Brendan drew in a sharp breath.

"Bigger than you Pete... And hard as steel."

"Yeah? This I have to see."

With a quick flurry of movement Pete knelt up in the bed and tossed the covers to the end. Brendan felt a flush of embarrassment but that went straight out of his mind. Pete had a boner. God. So did Jarrod and Brendan's eyes went back and forth, back and forth till there was a laugh from Pete.

"Aren't those jocks uncomfortable?"

"Sort of."

"Well, make Jarrod happy and get them off."

Brendan gathered his scattered wits, mostly because Pete's laughter was so infectious. This had to be more of the tease game.

"What about you?"

"Me? Get rid of the jocks and you'll find out."

Without another thought Brendan raised his hips and skinned bare.

"Whoo! Twelve out of ten! And such a nice guy to go with it."

Brendan glowed with pleasure. Pete was a charmer for sure, but somehow Brendan also knew he meant what he was saying.

"Why are you doing this Pete?"

Pete laughed. He was always laughing.

"To give you an interesting night. We knew you'd like it."

"What happens now?"

"Basically Nothing. We just muck around."

"What sort of mucking round?"

"Hey, that's better. Now you're talking. If it's okay with Phillip it's okay with us. Do you kiss?"

"No."

"Bummer. What do you do?"

"We hug each other a lot."

"How does that work?"

Brendan knew what Pete meant.

"It's all right while its friendly but we stop if one of us gets hot."

"You're first Jarrod."

Jarrod knelt then pulled Brendan up and against his chest. Wow. He was so strong and his body was warm.

"Your arms too Brendan, and no letting go till I say."

For the first thirty seconds it felt great. It really was a friendly hug. Rude too because their boners were pressing. Then Pete started tickling, poking, pushing and carrying on, and for another five minutes Brendan nearly laughed his head off.

"My turn."

Pete's body was even warmer and the rocket started to take over but the tickling and carrying on quickly stopped that. When the second hug finished Brendan said he'd been crushed by a python.

"What else to you do with Phillip?"

Brendan had his answer ready.

"We wrestle all the time -- but not in the nude."

It was definitely nude tonight and soon Brendan felt as if he'd been pulled into little pieces.

"We talk all the time too, but we do it a special way."

This was the response for the next thing Brendan and Phillip did.

"What's the special bit?"

"I sit on his stomach and that means it's an important talk."

"Okay. Jarrod's first again."

Jarrod didn't mind being dobbed in and settled on his back. As soon as Brendan sat down the rocket perked up again.

"Do you and Pete do stuff together?"

"Sometimes."

"What sort of stuff?"

"Anything Pete thinks up."

"Are you boyfriends?"

"No -- just good mates."

"Have you got a boyfriend?"

"Yes, but I'm not really gay Brendan."

"You're not?"

Brendan was astonished. He'd taken it for granted that Jarrod was gay because of the Pride festival and the shower incident. He was thinking what to say when Pete pulled him off and said it was his turn. It was awkward sitting on Pete because the rocket was going and Pete kept making jokes about it.

"Who asks the questions Brendan? You or the python?"

"Boofhead. ...Did you mean it about us having a three-way?"

Brendan liked the `Boofhead' saying.

"I have to be serious do I?"

"You have to be honest."

"I'd love to Brendan, but not now. We'll talk about it after your birthday."

Brendan was somewhat taken aback. Pete was sounding totally serious.

"Well.. Um... Have you got a boyfriend?"

"Not really."

Jarrod interrupted.

"Hey, that's not a very good answer Pete. You've got a whole house full of guys who love you to the end of the earth."

"I know, but that's not what Brendan meant."

A whole house full? Brendan started to ponder that then realised Pete was waiting for another question.

"Do you do stuff with anyone else besides Jarrod?"

Both Pete and Jarrod laughed like crazy.

"What?"

"It's all right Brendan, we're laughing because Pete can't answer. He probably lost count about five years ago."

Brendan's eyes widened.

"Really? When was your first time Pete?"

"Thirteen with a boy and fourteen with the girl."

"A girl?"

"Everyone Brendan - as long as I like them."

Before Brendan could follow this new line of thought he was tipped off and pushed onto his back. He started to protest but stopped in mid-sentence.

"What are you doing? You're meant to sit on my stomach."

"This python is much more interesting. I'm keeping him under control. Whenever he misbehaves he gets squished."

He proceeded to demonstrate by wriggling his backside a couple of times. Brendan's groin reacted so strongly he had to take a big breath.

"Phillip calls it the Rocket and you're making it misbehave."

"This will be good control practice then won't it? The rocket? Neat. Now tell us your sex life. Have you done anything with someone besides Phillip."

"One of my College lecturers kissed me a couple of weeks ago."

"A lecturer? What happened?"

"Nothing. He found out I wasn't eighteen."

"Tell us."

That took a while and in the process Pete and Jarrod heard about Martin and the nude photos.

"Martin was with you at the pride festival wasn't he? Have you done anything with him?"

That was a much bigger story and when Brendan started it poured out, with Jarrod and Pete demanding more and more details.

"God Brendan! The guy's a loser. He blackmails you and you still see him? He'll end up getting you in more trouble."

"No he won't, and I just feel sorry for him. Phillip does too."

"He's trapped by those other two guys and they won't let him get away. They'll keep him doing porn and they'll suck you into it somehow. They've got some kind of hold over him he hasn't told you about."

"He's doing escort jobs with rich guys now and he won't need to stay with them. His newest client even wants him to live in."

"How many of these clients has he got?"

"Three."

"And he still hasn't moved out? Brendan, they've got him by the balls. I bet they're raking in most of his money. If his clients are so rich how come he still needs your nude photos? Think about it. You need to talk this over with Phillip."

"I can't just desert him. I promised."

"You want to get nude in front of your lecturer don't you?"

It was a big change away from Martin's story but Brendan had bared his thoughts so much it was easy to be honest.

"Yes. I keep thinking about it."

"Has Phillip met him?"

"He's coming for a meal sometime and staying the night so he can drive me to College next morning."

"Is that when you're doing the photos?"

"There won't be enough time. That'll be a few weeks later on a weekend."

"What's happening for your birthday?"

"There's a party at home and the next day Phillip's got a surprise for me."

Brendan went red as when Jarrod and Pete roared with laughter.

"I bet he has, but yours will be bigger won't it?"

Pete moved to the side and Brendan had to smile when they made a big deal of staring at the Rocket. It had mostly subsided with all the serious talk but Pete set it off again with a quick goosing. They all kept watching while it rose to full strength.

"Horny teenagers. Were you this hot when you were eighteen Jarrod?"

"Not really, but you were."

"Check how hard that Rocket is."

There was more laughter as Jarrod gave a running score, starting at 80% and progressing through 85%, 90% and then 100% as each set of squeezes roused the hardness level even more.

"Ever used a condom Brendan?"

Brendan stared then shook his head.

Pete jumped off the bed, rummaged in his day pack and produced a blue packet. God, what next?

"Pete, I won't need one."

"What if something happens with Andrew? He won't be a virgin. Put one on him Jarrod and then he can try for himself."

More hilarity followed, then quite abruptly it was time for sleep.

END OF CHAPTER 11.

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