Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

some innocent fun.
    He broke the spell. "Let me show you a few swimming tips." He demonstrated how to stroke my arms better. Later he had me lie in front of him with his arms supporting my hips and thighs to stop me moving off, while I practised the arm stroke. I didn't want to keep my head in the water as he suggested because the chlorine was stinging my eyes. Instead I kept my head above while twisting my body harmoniously to the stroke, which was so much smoother than slapping my arms onto the water while rocking and rolling abruptly like I did before. He showed me how to kick better, holding me while I practised stroking and kicking. After a couple of minutes, he let go and I took off to the wall. When I returned I was stoked and hugged and thanked him. He told me he'll bring some goggles next time he visits and then teach me how to breathe with my head in the water.
    After Sunny's delicious snack, we listened to music in his room, leaning against his bed's headboard, watching the bands on the plasma screen. Between songs, he asked if I'd like to play games. I told him I'd never played, as my stepdad wouldn't let me have a computer, mobile phone or iPod. In any case, no one ever invited me to play with them. He raised his brows and shook his head when I told him and switched the big screen to some games, collected the consoles and showed me how to use mine. Playing with him mesmerised me, opening a new world. I loved him for letting me win most of them. His mum brought us drinks and announced she intended leaving for town to meet Drew's dad and will be away for two hours. I thanked her and said goodbye as I'd probably be gone when she returns.
    Once she drove off, Drew suggested we look at the internet, asking me if there's anything I'd like to watch. I'd hardly ever seen the internet I told him, except at school, suggesting he choose.
    He picked up his laptop and mouse and settled close beside me, laying the computer across our thighs and speedos. "You're sure there's nothing you'd like to watch, nothing you'd like to know about?"
    I paused and looked at him, thinking and then nodding. "There is something, Drew, but I'm a bit uneasy talkin' 'bout the subject."
    "Just tell me and don't be shy."
    I stared at him, starting to tremble and mixing words up.
    He placed his arm around my shoulders and squeezed me to him, the touch of his cool skin against mine, feeling so good. "Settle down, my friend, and slowly tell me."
    "I just don't want you to think I'm—"
    "I won't. Now, just tell me what's bugging you."
    "Okay. Drew, I wanna know why my cock looks different to yours," I blurted.
    He looked at me, grinning and then laughed. "Is that all you're worried about?"
    I felt happy I got it out and felt good he made light stuff of my unease.
    "That's simple. I'm circumcised. You're not."
    "I know that. I wanna know why ."
    "Okay, let's find out." He inserted the word circumcise in the search bar and opened the top search page, which gave, as it said, a clinical description , accompanied with photos and the reasons for the procedure. "As you see, it's an optional matter. My mum, being a doctor and believer, had me sliced, your parents didn't. Happy now?"
    I nodded, shy as, seeing my cock appearing like a battering ram stretching to the left of my vee, trying to escape the shelter of the tropical flowers, likewise seeing his, much the same, though mostly covered under the laptop.
    He looked at me, tugged my neck and grinned. "You feeling horny, too, ay?"
    I didn't know what to say. I'd never been in this situation before– being hard as a dunny door and lying beside another boned up guy who talked about sexy stuff. My blush felt like a bush fire.
    He pulled me over to lean on him again. "Don't be shy, Alex, getting hard when seeing cocks like that is normal for most guys our age."
    I nodded. "It's just a new thing for me to talk about, though I've often wanted to."
    "Well now you have me to talk to as often as you like, and I take your answer to be yes ."
    I glanced at his speedo bulge, noticing it tilting the laptop. "Yeah, I'm hard as... as you are, I s'pose."
    "You reckon, do you? Like this?" He pushed the laptop down our thighs, exposing his thick hard cock raising the leg hem, wanting to slip out from under his carnival colours.
    I stared at his, wide-eyed. "Faaarken 'ell," I quipped.
    "Wanna see more?"
    I kept staring, quickly gazing at his face and then back again, probably looking like a hungry dog, slobbering