Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

explained as we headed its way, "making for safe swimming, while over at the far side the water is deep enough for diving from the rocks above." When we stopped by earlier, I'd told him my real dad used to take me to the hole after work each hot day and pointed to the rotted remains of a rope swing he strung up from an overhanging tree branch and the remains of a semi submerged drum pontoon he made for me years ago.
    Drew nodded and smiled, telling me he liked hearing me talk. He flexed his supporting arm around me, causing me to grin at him and draw my arm tight around his waist. I felt good knowing him, and knew the more time I spend with him, the more I'd like him.
    When we arrived, I pointed to the best place to walk in and headed there. I threw my shirt aside and dropped my shorts. Then realisation hit. I turned to face him. "I always swim here in the—"
    "Don't let me stop you. C'mon, let's get rid of 'em," he replied, slipping his under-duds down and bending over to free them off his feet, allowing me to sneak a glance at his rose. Faaarken 'ell , I thought, he's sure—
    "Well? What're you waiting for?" he challenged, catching me frozen, staring at his long, soft cock and trimmed bush. I looked up, blushing, then matched his broad grin as he placed his hands on his hips and spread his legs in a sexy way, sort of looking impatient and baiting me to drop mine. I did, though in a shy way, because my cock isn't as big or as thick as his and because I didn't feel sure about the situation. Like, is he just playing or does he want to play? I let him have a quick gawk if he wanted, and turned and ran into the water and dived forward, and heard him dive beside me and watched him trailing streams of bubbles before we surfaced and splashed around for a while. As expected, I felt immediate relief as the cool water soothed my butt, numbing the pain. He suggested a race across the thirty metres to the far side, beating me easily with his strong streamlined stroking while I wriggled and rolled in my juvenile, self-taught, country-boy style with my arms flaying and flopping and splashing about. Fate played its hand again that day I felt, for when I arrived at the rock wall, he smiled and promised to teach me to swim better.
    After monkeying around diving, bombing and jumping a few times, I suggested we dry off before the sun dips below the trees, pointing to a sloping rock I always used. I felt nervous lying on my back starkers beside him, feeling his sexiness, which Drew, with his awesome cock and body, seemed happy to show off. Why not? I thought, I would, too, if I had his great looks and stuff. I looked at him lying on his back, with his cock partly filled like mine, eyes closed and black hair matted to his scalp and forehead and over his ears. "Drew," I said in a low voice. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Thanks for today."
    He turned on his side and propped on his elbow, his gaze darting over my face. "No, Alex. Thank you."
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    Drew dominated my thoughts that night as I lay in bed in the dark of my room, bathed in happiness I hadn't known since childhood days with my real dad. I thought of the time he found me in the grass, of my rudeness and his perseverance, and of his willingness and desire to help me, eventually succumbing to his infectious happy nature.
    I wanted to hug him for helping me and becoming my only friend, a friend I felt I could truly rely upon and trust and share confidences with, though I knew I wouldn't yet. My mind returned for the hundredth time to his hot body and his mind-grabbing sexiness. I wondered whether he played a bit to tease me or showed his natural self, considering he is a lifesaver and no doubt had girls, beach babes I think they're called, crawling over him at home in Sydney. Yet, at the same time, an aspect of him intrigued me, for a couple of times I caught him sussing me. I know that secretive suss look, the same look I've used when checking out guy's cocks at the public pool in town, which makes me wonder whether he's gay. I hope you are, Drew , I whispered to myself for the hundredth time as I flogged my cock toward another, not so cummy orgasm, the second for the night. I hope you are, 'cuz then maybe, we'll become more than just friends .
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    At midnight, the door to my room slammed against the sidewall, startling me awake. Clutched by fear, I stared at the figure lurching toward me in the light beam, smelling the stench of alcohol as he leaned over and dragged