Paul Pulls Through. - 10. Chapter 10.

Paul Pulls Through.

Chapter 10.

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"A car? Peter's giving you a car?"

"He's crazy. He says it's to make up for things I've missed out on."

Jeremy drove Peter's car with big yellow learner's plates at the front and rear, and Andrew keeping a close eye in the passenger seat next to him. Paul was in the back seat with Michael, and didn't know what to make of him. He was talking and smiling at all the excitement but it felt like he was putting on a show somehow. They visited four different car yards and then three private addresses which Jeremy had searched out on the Internet. He had five addresses but they didn't reach the last two because he found the car he wanted. It was a light blue hatchback, which after a test drive and discussion with the owner, Andrew thought was a really good buy. Jeremy rushed off to talk to Peter about the car when they got back to the house and Paul felt lost till Andrew organised him to work with Anthony on the carport.
Paul liked Anthony. Well, he liked everyone at this house. Jeremy joined them about half an hour later and said Peter was really pleased about Paul going on the hike and they'd be getting all their gear the next day.
After tea everyone in the house went for a swim. Evidently it was a regular event on Thursday evenings at the College where all of them went, except Andrew and Anthony. Paul didn't have any bathers and ended up wearing speedos which Pete provided. When he put them on he got stirred by Jeremy and Pete for being sexy but he forgot about that when he saw Michael and Peter. Oh boy, they had matching blue speedos which really were sexy. He wondered how they were game to wear them and couldn't help staring at Peter.
The swimming was huge fun and when everyone started attacking Andrew, Paul joined in and found himself picked up and thrown through the air to land metres away in the water. On the way back in the car Jeremy kept squeezing his thigh which gave him an instant bone and he wished the car would hurry so they'd be in bed sooner. In the room Jeremy stripped and dived straight into bed. Wow, he was ready too.
In the morning they were sprung again. At least this time they were only cuddling. Paul felt nervous when he saw it was Peter, but all he did was smile and look as pleased as anything.

"Hurry up you lovebirds. We have to get you organised for tomorrow."

Paul felt like he was dreaming by the end of the morning when they left the bush gear shop and he and Jeremy had a complete outfits of clothing and supplies for the hike. Special runners, coats, packs, sleeping bags and thermal pads. Everything they would need.

There was a brand new special tent they were taking and the first thing they did back at the house was learn how to put it up. Peter also showed them how to pack their rucksacks sensibly. Pete took charge of getting his van organised to see if all the gear for five people would fit, and then there was a busy working bee when a big truckload of crushed bluestone rock was delivered in the early afternoon.
It all had to be spread along the extended driveway which had been formed up, and across the floor of the carport so there'd be a solid base. Anthony, with Pete's help, was fixing metal sheeting at the back of the carport while the peasants, according to Pete, did the hard work.
Paul loved it. It reminded him of the help he'd given at Jarrod's place.
The peasants finished first and gathered round to give a big cheer as Anthony, all smiles, finished fastening the last sheet. Anthony was given the honor of driving the first car into the now officially finished carport. Pete and Sam kept calling Anthony the hero of the day, and to celebrate, shouted everyone to a fantastic meal at a bistro.
Back at the house Paul used his headphones to listen to music for about an hour while Jeremy sat writing at his computer. Pete interrupted that when he came in to see what was happening.

"Hey Jer, has our little peasant recovered from his weak efforts this afternoon?"

"He's not weak. And look who's talking. All you did was hold those sheets in place for Anthony."

"Brain work Jer, some of us have got it and others do the grind. Has he been wrestling you much?"

"All the time Pete. He's the best."

Paul went bright red. He didn't think Jeremy would say that.

"He's got rosy cheeks hasn't he?"

Pete came over. What was he doing? Paul went to duck away but was too late and was held with a firm pinch on both of his cheeks. His head was tilted this way and that, up and down, then brought so close he could feel Pete's breath. He actually wondered if Pete was going to kiss him, but instead their noses bumped and he was released.
Jeremy was right. You never knew what Pete was going to do next. Paul started rubbing his cheeks, which would certainly be rosy now.

"What's your secret Jer? I can't get him to wrestle me."

"Some of us get it and others don't."

"Oh yeah?"

Paul dodged. Jeremy had really put him in it now. Pete was too quick and there was nowhere to go anyway as two powerful arms crushed him in a bear hug, lifted him off his feet and dumped them both on the spare mattress. In very short order he was put through a head hold, had an arm twisted up his back, his legs tipped up over his head, then trapped on his back with Pete bouncing on his stomach.
Pete and Jeremy both looked to be enjoying themselves immensely. Well, he was too really.

"Hey Jer, he doesn't seem like much of a wrestler to me."

"That's not the kind of wrestling I meant."

"What? You're a little stud are you, Paul?"

How was he meant to answer that?

"I don't know."

"Has Jeremy said you are?"

Paul didn't feel like answering that either because it was between him and Jeremy, but then Jeremy answered for him.

"There's nothing little about him, Pete."

So, Jeremy was stirring him too? They talked like this all the time?
Paul tensed all his muscles when a finger started poking his stomach.

"Is he ticklish?"

"Very!"

"Neat, hold his hands for me."

Oh no. How was he going to get out of this? He tried bucking and twisting but that didn't stop his arm being stretched up behind his head, his T-shirt pulled over his head so he couldn't see, and his stomach and chest exposed. God, he felt like a little kid at the mercy of two big kids.
Just wait Jeremy. For the next few minutes he was bereft of any thoughts bar the need to escape and the screeching and laughter that poured out of him. It didn't last long, thank goodness, and while he recovered his breath he watched a titanic struggle between Jeremy and Pete.
Pete was winning, but Jeremy was holding out much better than Paul expected.
Wowee! Time to join in.
Pete was so occupied with Jeremy that it was easy to grab him round the neck and pull him over. There was a swear word and a laugh, and the next few minutes were a tangle of straining bodies, weird gruntings and almost successful attempts at holding Pete down. Jeremy flopped on his back.
Paul flopped on his back.
Pete flopped down with his body lying across both of them. Despite being flushed with exertion, mangled by the two brutes next to and on top of him, and feeling like he'd been for a spin inside the clothes dryer, Paul was smiling and the happiest he'd been since Jarrod left.
Pete decided to head for bed and dragged Paul with him by one foot, across the floor, and out the door before dumping him in the hall way.
Jeremy had his special smile so Paul crawled onto the mattress beside him, got a big hug and then was pressed gently onto his back.

"What?"

"Don't move. I want to look at you."

Paul didn't move, just waited while Jeremy knelt up and did his looking.

He didn't move, when a minute later the top button of his jeans was undone and the zipper open.
He moved a little, a lift of his hips to let his jeans and boxers get tugged off, then went still again, waiting to see what Jeremy would do next.

He looked, except it was more than that and a feeling went through Paul that set him on fire.

"I don't understand how someone can look so good."

Paul stayed still as Jeremy loomed above, half astride his hips, and slowly lowered himself.
Paul felt very sexy, with himself naked like this and the Jeremy in all his clothes. Their mouths pressed and tongues wrestled. Jeremy moved from there, sucked on Paul's chin, sucked on his neck, then sucked his collarbone.
Slowly the gentle suction moved, across the top of his chest, lingering at both his nipples to send a strange new sensation, then steadily down. There was a light tug at his pubes, a finger tickled his balls and the suction started again, at the tip of his boner first, then down and down till one of his balls and then the other, churned as it was enveloped with moisture and reverse pressure.
Oh my God, this was unbelievable.
The actions reversed, worked their way back up his body and after a long kiss Jeremy knelt up and resumed his looking.
He was going to do it again. He must be.
Paul's body was aching with the need for something else to happen. He was pulled to his feet, given another hug them wrapped in a towel and taken to the bathroom and guided into the shower recess. A few seconds later Jeremy joined him and taking the soap set to lathering him all over.

All over!

It was another new experience for Paul and he excitedly took the soap and did the same for Jeremy. For a quarter of an hour there were slippery hugs, sudsing and rinsing, rubbing and bumping. When Jeremy washed Paul's back he had to stand front to front in a kind of hug, and when he washed his front he stood behind, pressed close with his hands reaching round and sending Paul to the moon.
Paul was nearly crazy by the end of it because Jeremy said they had to wait till they were in bed before they let themselves go.
They dried each other, went quickly back to the room, and discarding their towels dived onto the bed. Boxers and jocks were a thing of the past after last night.

For a while things were very frantic but their first explosions allowed a certain amount of control to return.

Jeremy was amazing. He loved playing round and experimenting and that was an eye opener for Paul whose only real experiences had been wanking. He'd loved that of course but it had always been rather straightforward.

"I was like that, Paul. I always used to feel guilty about it too because my parents said it was wrong. It was Peter and Pete who showed me how much fun it can be."

"Pete?"

"Yes, you wait. You won't know what's hit you."

Paul thought he must have heard wrong.

"Me?"

Jeremy was looking at him with a big grin.

"Yes. He likes you that way. He's a real experience and you'll love it."

Paul didn't know what to make of it. Jeremy was expecting him to have sex with Pete?

They talked it over and Paul could tell that Jeremy was keen on it happening because it would make Paul closer to Pete. Boy, that was amazing.

"You think he's sexy don't you?"

"Not as sexy as you."

That got him a hug, but not out of answering the question.

"Um. ...I suppose so."

"Suppose so. That's a joke. He's the stud of the whole College."

That led to an interesting discussion of who else in the house was most sexy. For Paul it was Sam and his reason was he was the one most like Jeremy. Jeremy said it was Peter. The talking reverted to more personal and explicit things while they went through another crescendo of physical lovemaking then snuggled together and talked about the coming hike.
Paul had never done anything like it and it all sounded quite fantastic. Part of that was catching from Jeremy, but Paul had always liked exploring, and hiking for seven days sounded like a complete adventure.

"You won't mind if it's hard work will you?"

"Jeremy, I'm used to stacks of running and gym work. It'll probably be easier for me than it is for you."

"I hope so. It's different when you walk with a heavy backpack though. Anyhow, they'll all look after us."

Paul stayed awake longer than Jeremy. In the quiet of the night he thought about everything that had happened in the last few days. How could the porn thing turn into something as good as Jeremy? They were going to be friends for ever, and even when he went back to the crummy halfway house in a week's time he knew he'd be coming to visit stacks. He had to, according to Jeremy.

A touch from Jeremy's body felt so good. Jarrod had given the same feeling but you couldn't let him know.
God, Jeremy really loved it when you touched him.

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Even driving to the hike was fun. It was Pete's van but Jeremy drove for a couple of hours with Peter beside him as the responsible adult and that meant Paul was in the back between Pete and Sam. Pete was excited and making everyone laugh all the time and he delighted in stirring Paul. Well, he did stir everyone else too.

After two giant T-bone steaks each, he and Jeremy put up the tents and every one retired so they'd be ready for an early start in the morning.

The hike was amazing. Jeremy was right about the pack and at one stage on the first day Paul wondered if he was going to be able to keep going. He stuck it out though and was kind of relieved to see that Jeremy was finding it hard as well. The other three didn't seem to have any trouble.

The mountain scenery was beyond belief and to Paul it was a special feeling that when he looked in awe at something the others were sharing it with him. For a whole day they were stuck in the big tent together when snow came pouring down and wouldn't stop. He'd never even seen it for real before. It was exciting except for the worry that it might continue for days. Pete kept making up stories about them all being buried and frozen for 10,000 years like some woolly elephants he'd heard about.

The nights were as special as the days, as they had a plan where everyone swapped tents and on the second night Paul had his adventure with Pete.
The best night of all was when they stayed in an old log hut with a stone chimney and a wood fire. Jeremy was snuggled with him, playing secret games with some lubrication stuff Pete had given them.

"Paul, why don't you stay at the house when we get back from the hike?"

Paul gave Jeremy a hug . He'd been hoping he might stay till Jeremy's semester break was finished.

"Brian will wonder what's going on. Will I tell him it's another week?"

"I didn't mean just for a week."

"What? ...Um. ...How long?"

Paul had a sudden anticipation of what Jeremy might say, but it was too good to be true.

"To live."

Paul's heart started pounding. Could he mean it? Yes, it was his serious tone.

"Um. ...With you? ...In your room?"

"I hope so."

Paul practically attacked Jeremy and he responded with a fierce hug and kiss. When they surfaced for a breath, the practicalities started to sink in.

"Jer, what about everyone else? Will they mind? What about Peter?"

"He thinks it's a great idea."

"He does? What about food and rent and stuff?"

"Your welfare will cover that. And there isn't any rent. We just share the costs."

They whispered quietly about it all, snug together, as the fire died and the mountain cold penetrated the hut.

Paul's other really special night was when he shared the small tent with Peter. They talked through their time at the porn studio, really talked it through, and the guilt that Peter was feeling dissolved into a special bond. He was like an older version of Jeremy, though a lot cleverer at working people out. No wonder everyone in the house thought so much of him.

The hike ended and new things poured into Paul's life. Andrew talked things over with him on Monday morning and said he'd organise his youth allowance payments to be paid directly into his credit card account, starting next week. He didn't have as much as Jeremy because he wasn't doing full-time study, but after allowing for food and other expenses he'd have nearly $60 a week left over for himself, and any work he did at the gym would all be extra.
He and Jeremy spent the rest of the day helping Brian set up a workshop in the double-brick garage for his printing business, and in the evening Andrew was showing Jeremy some electronic stuff for a few hours. The next morning Brian drove them to collect the last of his things from Roklin.

Roklin Brian was there and Paul thanked him for looking after him. The other three weren't there but Paul didn't care.
Jeremy had a funny grin when they were getting out of Brian's car. So did Brian for that matter.

"What?"

"Nothing. We're allowed to smile when we feel like it."

Sam was in the kitchen and he was grinning too, as they passed with a couple of cardboard cartons of possessions.
Weird.
Brian opened the bedroom door and stood back. Well, something was up?

The room was changed. A lot more crowded. Oh my God, a big old cupboard, a small chest of drawers, and a large desk with a computer set up on it had appeared from somewhere. The spare mattress was gone from the floor and a bright red pillow with `rabbit' printed on it was sitting on the side of the double bed where he'd been sleeping. The disbelief was enough for Brian and Sam and they left Jeremy and Paul to tidy things away. Paul didn't do anything, except stare at the new arrangement. Jeremy gave him a hug and said the cupboard came from Sam, the desk from Pete, the chest of drawers from Anthony and Brian and the computer from Andrew and Peter. The pillow was from Pete.

"They're all mad."

"I know. They love doing it though. They catch it from Peter."

First they got all the clothing packed away, then the computer was started up. That was an extra surprise because sounds started coming from his system, and then on top of that Jeremy showed him how he was connected to the Internet.

Pete arrived home at about five o'clock and came in to check everything out, then after tea dragged Jeremy and Paul off to see a movie. It was hard to understand, some kind of science fiction story which Pete had chosen for Jeremy, but there was lots of action and interesting sound effects. In the car on the way home he was making rude jokes about rabbit habits and telling Jeremy he should get one for a pet.
What an idiot, but he kept them laughing.
After some supper Jeremy disappeared to talk to Pete about something, and Paul sat at his computer and worked out a long email for Jarrod, telling him about his adventures on the hike and how he wasn't living at Roklin any more.
When he finished he had a shower, jumped into bed and waited. Jeremy wasn't long and they were soon playing under the sheets.

In the middle of a game of where am I going to touch you next, Paul had a terrific shock. Someone was touching his ankle. Before he had time to react he was dragged to the end of the bed and dumped in a heap on the floor. Whoever it was left him there and dived on the bed. There was a laugh. Well, it was Pete wasn't it.

Paul picked himself up, felt his way alongside the bed in the dark, then squawked when a hand yanked him into the middle.
By the time he gathered his wits he was sandwiched between two strong, naked bodies. Pete pulled him into a hug.

"Come on rabbit! Start rabbitting."

Pete kissed him. Full on, tongue and everything, then manhandled him so he was facing the other way. Jeremy took his turn to kiss and fondle while Pete's hand went wandering.
Oh my God, this was overwhelming.
Back the other way again for another kiss from Pete. Evil. The two of them had planned this.
The interchange continued every couple of minutes with Paul getting more and more excited all the time. He started the rabbitting very quickly, giving back what he was getting at each turn. Jeremy pulled him away from Pete but stopped him halfway, when he was on his back.
What now? Oh God!
Jeremy and Pete swapped, and before long swapped again, and everything quickly became too much to cope with.

The next day, Peter and Michael turned up unexpectedly, home from a trip a day earlier than expected , and the house went into upheaval. Sam drove off with Michael in Peter's van and Peter said a quick hello before disappearing upstairs.
Jeremy was worrying all afternoon because he thought Peter was quiet. He went to see him but he was talking on the phone and then later when he went up again he was sound asleep.
At tea time Michael was the strange one. Paul could hardly believe it was the same quiet, worried looking person he'd seen in the first few days before the hike. Someone had turned the happy switch.

Pete told everyone about his day at modelling and Michael was stirring him about it with a smile on his face that lit up the room. After tea Pete came and said Michael wanted to talk to them.

"I don't know what he's on about. He's being all mysterious."

When they walked into Pete's room Michael was sitting on the bed and he jumped up and gave Jeremy a big hug. Paul was kind of surprised when he got one as well. They all sat on the bed and Michael leaned against Pete who held him in a loose headlock.

"So mud crab. What's the big deal?"

"It was my fault Peter got blackmailed, Pete, and I wanted to tell you about it so we don't have any secrets."

"Pull the other one. It plays Jingle Bells."

Pete might think Michael was tricking him but Paul knew instantly that he wasn't. Jeremy was looking shocked and the smile gradually faded from Pete's face.

"Are you serious?"

Michael nodded and there was total silence.

Paul listened to a story of trouble so bad that he could hardly bear to listen. Jeremy's face was wet with tears and Pete's red with a mixture of tears and anger.

Paul listened to Michael's reaction to his trouble and the explanation his doctor had given for his strange compulsive behaviour, and he listened to Michael describing how Peter had helped him through it. Pete was overcome and when he gave Michael a big hug and rushed out, Michael stood up to go after him. Paul grabbed his arm.

"He's all right, Michael. He'll come back when he calms down."

Michael and Jeremy both stared at him.

"How did you stand it Michael?"

"I didn't. It all just happened and I pushed it away. My doctor says if I hadn't I would never have got better.
Do you think we should find Pete? I've never seen him like that."

"No, he's all right. Remember he gave you a hug. He's thinking about you, not himself."

Five minutes later Pete did turn up, and surprisingly, he had his big grin and happy attitude back.

"You've had it crab."

He gave Michael another hug, a trick, as he then dumped him on the floor, sat on his stomach and started poking.

"Where are you going to get these darts?"

"I've already got them."

That was from one of the stirs Michael had given about Pete's modelling.

"So? Peter tells me you've changed into a sex maniac."

Michael looked astonished. It didn't last long though.

"Yes, and he says I probably caught it off you."

All tension disappeared and Paul dived on Pete, tipping him off Michael. Jeremy joined in and between them they finally managed to hold him down.

The next day Paul was tricked and Jeremy loved it. At lunchtime Michael was friendly teasing him about being a tortoise in his swimming, and when they organised a race they persuaded Peter to take them to the College pool. It was semester break so Peter let them in with his coach's key and since they had it all to themselves Paul let Michael con him into wearing a pair of very brief, sexy speedos.
He knew all along that he wasn't as fast, but Peter was giving him such a huge handicap he couldn't lose.
What a shock. Michael powered past, and after all the comments he had to agree to wear the speedos from then on. The rest of the swimming session was quite hard work but before they finished Michael cornered him and they made a conspiracy to get Peter to take them both on his coming trip away with Jeremy for photography work. The conspiracy worked better than they expected and Peter decided they'd leave that afternoon.

The end of Chapter 10.