Sydney/Taree Australia
Part 26

B was already pumping and grinding at the computer early on Sunday morning as I made my way through his office toward the toilet. "Any mail from Cody?"

"Nope. And Sue's in there."

"In where? The loo? Oh, jeez! OK, no problem. I'll use your pencil jar again."

"You will not!" the old dude barked after he'd grabbed the pencil jar. "Run the shower and pee in there."

"Cool. I'll jack off in there as well. You wanna watch?"

"Stop teasing me you little whippersnapper and go take a shower. I'll make breakfast."

Ten minutes later, I was still toweling my wet hair as I strolled naked into the kitchen and checked to see what was on the menu. "Smells good. Mmmm! Poached eggs and grilled tomato and cheese on toast. You sure know the way to a teen's heart, B." Just then I recognized Sue's voice behind me, and quickly wrapped the towel around my waist. "Sorry, Sue."

"Oh, don't worry about it, Daniel," she yawned. "Lindsay's got one and I've seen it a million times already. Actually, it's bigger than yours."

"It is?"

"He's built like a greyhound. All prick and ribs, as he likes to say." Then Sue toddled off to the bathroom to wash her hands.

"What's so funny, B?" I asked while he was almost doubled up, hosing himself fucking stupid.

"Nothing," he lied.

"Yeah, right. You're almost outa breath from cracking up. What's so damn funny?"

"Sue! She was absolutely priceless! 'Oh, don't worry about it, Daniel. Lindsay's got one and I've seen it a million times already. Actually, it's bigger than yours.'" B became hysterical once again before adding, "You should have seen the look on your face when she said it was bigger!"

It was fucking pointless asking B anything else 'cause he was a total mess from giggling his saggy tits off. So I took over fixing breakfast, placed it all on a tray, and asked B - who was still cracking up - to follow me as I took it out to the front verandah.

"It was as though you were thinking, 'How dare Lindsay have a bigger one than mine!'"

"So how come he doesn't parade around naked and show the damn thing off?"

"'Cause he's in his mid forties, Daniel. He's not a crazy teen anymore... just crazy. He's also built like a match, so there's not a helluva lot to show off, unless you've got a thing about ribs."

"Does he eat much?"

"Like a horse. So how are you feeling this morning?" he asked as we sat down to eat breakfast. "Better than last night?"

"Yeah... I guess I was just tuning in to some weird vibe or something. I dreamt about Cody last night... about the last time we slept together in Cape Town."

[Daniel's Diary, chapter 25] Kyle was still resting on his elbows and looking down at me with those big, irresistible eyes that could melt an iceberg with ease. We were on the top bunk and both naked. Boners, by this time, had become an obligatory part of our standard uniform. It was about 1am but, at that point, we didn't care about the big day tomorrow. Somehow, this moment seemed far more important. Kyle's hazel eyes sparkled and I could tell that he was about to transport me to somewhere fantastic.
"And how do you want to remember me?" he whispered.

I gazed into his eyes like some smitten groupy. I couldn't think of anything in particular, only everything in general. This guy could read me better than I knew myself. He lifted my legs and draped them over his broad, tanned shoulders. I felt the awesome sensation of his hard six sliding slowly into my hole.

"Is this how you'd like to remember me, Daniel?"

"Yeah, and with a bit of luck, you'll get stuck and we'll have to travel back to the States like this. Mom'll be thrilled, I'm sure. "Hi, mom! This is my friend Kyle hangin' outa my ass!"

I felt his throbber moving around inside me as his body shook with laughter. The sensation was so fucking rad! Then he leaned down to kiss me. Our tongues danced as he fucked me. I knew that with every thrust of his hips, he was telling me that he loved me, even though he'd never actually spoken those words. Surely nothing in my life could ever be as awesome as this.

His kissing became more aggressive as his cock head began to explode within me. He snorted uncontrollably through his flared nostrils with every jet of his precious juice and every contraction of his ass muscles. I felt his hot milk inside while I hugged his sweating body as tightly as I could. His balls were pressed hard up against my ass as he shot the last of his load. We were as one. United in love.

He slumped on top of me, exhausted, and laid his head on my chest. I was running my fingers through his spiky, black hair when he managed to get a couple of words out before he drifted off to sleep.

"I'm gonna kick your ass tomorrow, dude."

We slept as we were. United.

"I remember writing that chapter. You were totally pissed off about having to leave Cody to return home to Florida."

"Yep. But I got over it. My mom helped... so did my buds... and my dog, Kyle."

"That chapter and the next few chapters were the ones that convinced Cody and Paul not to go ahead with their suicide pact, right at the very last moment. Cody figured that if you could handle being separated from him, then he and Paul could also handle being separated from each other."

"Yeah. But it's weird how last night I should have dreamt about the time we had to part, though, and him asking me how I wanted to remember him."

"Just coincidence, mate. Don't read too much into it."

Just then, a middle aged dude and a kid a few years younger than me walked past the front of the house, and said g'day. B and I responded in a friendly fashion, and gave them a wave before they continued on their way, presumably to the shops up the road.

"Who are they?"

"No idea. I've never seen them before. Not that that means anything. We've been here less than a week. They're probably fairly close neighbors, though, 'cause they're on foot. Most likely father and son."

"Did you get a look at that kid's face?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Notice anything?"

"He's cute, and he's got a nice smile with charming dimples."

"He's an asshole, B. I can tell."

"An asshole?" B scolded, looking as though I'd offended him personally. "Daniel! You haven't even met the kid!"

"I've seen eyes like his before. Don't trust him if he ever rocks over here to introduce himself. Hey, B, chill. Thanks for the eggs and tomato. It was wicked. Lemme take care of the dishes and make you a coffee. You stay here and relax."

Lindsay happened to be in the kitchen when I arrived. He was already washing some dishes so he offered to do mine as well. Cool.

"Sue saw my schlong this morning," I explained as I filled the jug. "I didn't realize she was there. Anyway, she said yours is bigger. She said you're all prick and ribs."

"Don't let it worry you, mate. Mine looks bigger 'cause I'm skinny."

"Has B seen it?"

"I think he got a quick peek in a pub once. We were standing at the urinal together."

"If he thought you had a bigger dick than mine, I'd never hear the fucking end of it."

"That's easy fixed, Danny boy. Tell him we compared sizes and yours is bigger. No wukkers."

"I wanna know for sure," I said as I took off my towel and tossed it over my shoulder. "Is yours bigger than this?"

Lindsay paused a moment to inspect my semi. "Hmmm. Maybe a little bit." Then he went back to washing the dishes.

"A little bit? OK, so how much is a little bit?"

"Half an inch."

"Hard or soft?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"You're a guy. You should know about these things. Cocks are different sizes depending on the weather." Then he took another look at my dick hanging lazily over my balls. "Is that as big as it gets on a warm day when it's not hard?"

"Yeah," I admitted with some unease. "Pretty much."

"Then mine's a bit bigger."

Damn! I thought as I poured boiling water into the mugs of coffee, stirred them, then wrapped the towel around my waist. As soon as I was back on the front verandah, I handed a coffee to B.

"I think you're wrong about that young fella with the dimples," he said. "He and his dad were returning home while you were inside, and said hello again. He's got such a sweet face."

"Don't you believe it, B. It's all a fucking con. That kid could spot you a fucking mile away."

"Spot me?"

"Yeah. Spot you. You're an easy mark for assholes, B. You think everyone's just fine and fucking dandy. You're a sitting duck."

"Why shouldn't I think everyone's just fine and dandy? I've got the best friends anyone could wish for. What's gotten into you, Daniel?"

"I dunno. Maybe that's your problem, B. You've got friends like me and Cody and the rest of the guys, and you think everyone's the same. Y'know? Like every stranger you meet is gonna be Mr Nice Guy."

"Everyone has the potential to be Mr Nice Guy, Daniel, and should be given the opportunity to be so."

"Everyone also has the potential to be Mr Asshole, B, and should not be given the opportunity to be so."

"I don't understand what's gotten into you, Daniel. You've never been like this before. You've always trusted people and made friends easily. Col and Jeff, for example. It's like you've known them forever. And now they're my friends as well."

"Yeah, well, maybe I've got a sixth sense or something. I don't think you should trust that kid with the dimples. If he did the same kinda stuff that Col and Jeff did... y'know, like pissing and whatever... his whole attitude would be different. It wouldn't be just a crazy game or a bit of fun for him, it would be like seriously putting you down."

"What's the matter with you? I'm the fossil here. I'm the one who's supposed to be dispensing advice. How come you're worried about my welfare all of a sudden?"

"'Cause you've been spoiled, B. I saw the way that kid smiled at you, and the way you smiled at him. Not everyone's like me and Cody, B. I'm gonna have to tell Col and Jeff to keep a fucking eye on you."

"You won't have any trouble convincing me to keep an eye on them," B laughed. "Anyway, Daniel, I'm not sure what's gotten into you all of a sudden, but don't worry about me. OK? I've been around long enough to take care of myself. And don't worry about Cody, either. I'm sure he's just fine."

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