Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

me by my hair.
    "Git on yer knees yer little shit, and keep yer damned teeth outta the way," he snarled.
    CHAPTER 2
    Over the next few days, I met Drew at the boundary fence each afternoon after I'd finished my jobs. We'd have a swim and sit in the hideout with Paddles, just talking stuff and getting to know each other better. Each day he'd invite me to his home only to be disappointed by my refusal. On the sixth day, I relented, hoping my step-father wouldn't rage at me when he found out.
    "Hi, Mum, here's Alex at last," Drew said as we stepped into the kitchen.
    She turned from the sink, her face a huge smile, her arms welcoming as she walked to me and placed her hands on my upper arms. "Hello, Alex. So you're the boy Drew hasn't stopped talking about all this week. Call me Sunny, everyone does, even the little nippers at the surf club."
    Her warm friendliness amazed me, the opposite to the sour demeanour my mother adopted since remarrying, after my real dad died. I said hello, while managing to prevent the tears wanting to flood my eyes.
    "I'll have a snack ready in an hour. How do grilled ham, cheese and tomato sandwiches sound?"
    "Terrific, Mum," Drew answered then turned to me. "Mum makes the best with the cheese melting all over. Let's have another swim– in our pool this time, ay?"
    He led me to his bedroom at the back end of the house, already set up as though he'd lived there for ages, not just ten days. He had a large wall-mounted plasma screen opposite the double bed, with built-in cupboards and robes to one side, to the other a desk between the windows with a large swivel chair and open laptop. Under the plasma screen sat a compact sound system with speakers mounted high in the four corners of the room, angled downward.
    "Wow." I sighed, looking around, shaking my head at the difference between Drew's bright cheery room and my dingy barren dump.
    He smiled, shut the door and opened a drawer, pulling out two speedos. "Here, try these on," he said, offering me one, ablaze with tropical flowers, then started to strip. I'd never worn speedos before. Fascinated, I held them across my groin and peered at them.
    "You'll look sexier in them."
    I looked at him, grinning, seeing him starkers, grinning back.
    "Come on, get them on."
    He waited while I stripped, then we snuck into our ultra briefs together, taking time to tuck our gear where each bit felt best, I guess some sort of guy's ritual with tight speedos.
    "Wow, not bad, Alex, very hot!"
    I laughed, eying him and then myself in the mirror, surprised at how damned good they looked on my lanky body. He stood behind me, matching my grin, his arm across my back, pressing me to him. "You look super. All the babes on the beach would go mad if they saw you, particularly with your cute taut butt." He laughed as he pinched my bum, causing me to jolt forward, showing off my package more in the mirror.
    I paused in confusion then laughed to cover myself. While I didn't mind him thinking I liked girls, I thought he'd figured I preferred guys and for that matter, had started to think he did, too. Maybe I've mistaken him, got him figured wrong.
    He grabbed my hand. "Let's hit the pool." He led me out the back, to a patio and on to a large rectangular pool. "One of the reasons we settled on this property is this pool," he explained later, "so I can keep up my training."
    I had the best time, mucking around with him, diving off the edge and swimming between his legs, and bombing, summersaulting, and throwing ball, just feeling close and up-front, all the time getting to know him better. He taught me a few tips about diving, keeping my arms, body and legs straight and head down and made me practise ten times, diving between his legs again. I swam face-up and close under him the last few times, blowing bubbles at his balls and between his legs and planted my palms on his bum cheeks to push myself through. The last time, I pulled up short, bear-hugged him from behind and dunked him. My bubble teasing had worked for as soon as we surfaced he grabbed and embraced me and I felt his hard cock pressed against me. He knew I did because I pushed my groin into him, and he rubbed his up and down against me. He didn't care, instead laughed and let me go while I giggled in my shy way. For a few moments, we stood facing each other in the waist high water, looking as though we wanted the sexy fun to continue and maybe develop. Yet we acted as though nothing of any meaning happened, just