Chapter 26

It wasn't much Jim had to pay for a pair of swimshorts for Lasse. A cold summer was about to turn into fall, and though he got a bit side-tracked by looking at bikinis for small girls, while imagining what Lasse would look like wearing one of them, he soon was able to pick from several discounted boy's swimshorts.

He even had the advantage of knowing what size would fit on Lasse's slim body.

I've seen the size tag in his undies. Which reminds me, I'll need another pair of those soon. Well, maybe not. I'm not going to wank for quite some time to come. Not unless he decides he won't play with me like that anymore.

He ended up buying a turquoise-coloured pair of Lentiggini swimshorts with a wide black elasticated waist. It wasn't a pair of speedos, but the legs of the swimshorts were short enough to be virtually pointless, though likely all-important to Lasse.

They'll still show off most of his thighs, that's for sure. And he won't be able to reject them, since they are shorts, not speedos.

***

"I can't," Lasse told Matt the next day.

"Aw," stated Matt disappointedly, he had really hoped for Lasse to come to his house after school.

"I'm going swimming this afternoon," Lasse explained.

"Oh. Well, maybe I'll see you there, then. I feel up to having a bit of fun in the pool instead of just going there to practice swimming all the time."

"What? No, you can't! Uh, uhm, yeah, sure, I mean, if you really want to."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's just, I won't be going there by myself."

"Well, we can all play together, can't we?"

Could we? Would you be interested in Jim doing stuff to you as well? Nah, probably not.

"Uh. We're not going there to play. I'm going to learn how to swim."

"You don't know how to swim? Erm, sorry. You didn't get to come with the rest of the class, eh? When they taught them last year."

"No. I don't even know if I can swim. With my heart and all. Jim says it won't be a problem, something about swimming isn't as physically demanding as running, but…"

"Jim's right. Whoever he is."

"He's a friend of mine. Older."

"Oh? Cool! Does he have a car?"

"Yes. He calls it the batmobile, but it's just an old green Jetta."

"Heh. That's funny. Man, you're so lucky to have an older friend."

"It's okay. I'm helping him build his house."

"Build a house? You?"

"Yes. And no, it isn't made from Legos. A proper house. Well, we aren't building it, we're restoring it."

"Sick!"

"Totally sick. He even let me drill these huge holes in the walls using a hole-saw. I thought I was going to mess it all up, but I didn't."

"Do you think he'd let me help him with the house too?" Matt eagerly asked.

"Uhm," Lasse had to quickly think of something to say, "I don't know. He doesn't know you."

"Maybe he'll let me when he gets to know me. I'll help him teach you how to swim. Then he'll see I can be trusted and that I'm responsible."

"Maybe," Lasse said, but not as dreamingly as his classmate had. Suddenly he saw Matt in a very different light. No longer a potential friend of Lasse's, but a potential rival for Jim's attention. Both the highly sought after and much appreciated kind of attention the man had shown Lasse. As well as the stranger and, for the time being, rather more unwanted affection.

I don't want to share Jim with Matt. What if Jim finds out he likes Matt more? Matt doesn't have a stuffed up heart. He can find his own older friend!

***

"Jim?" Lasse asked when he entered his older friend's house.

"In the kitchen."

"Okay," Lasse said and went to the bathroom, "Uh, Matt is going to be at the swimming pool," Lasse explained while he relieved himself.

"Who? Oh, your new friend."

"He's not really my friend. But, I couldn't think up a reason to tell him not to go."

"Why would you want to do that anyway?" Jim asked when he entered the bathroom.

"I don't want him to laugh at me when we find out I really can't swim. When I'm lying at the bottom of the pool drowning."

"Oh, Lassie. I won't allow you to drown, and nobody will be laughing at you. Don't worry, you'll see it won't be difficult at all."

"So you don't mind?"

"Mind what?"

"That Matt will be there?"

"No, why would I? We live in a free country."

"But he'll want to help teach me how to swim."

"Ah, the more the merrier. It'll only be more fun. What time is he going to be there?"

"Right from when they open. At four."

"That's in twenty five minutes. Right, I'll just get changed and we'll get going too."

***

"Is this your friend?" Matt asked Lasse quietly while Jim paid the admission fees for himself and Lasse.

"Yeah. That's Jim."

"He's not what I expected. He's like much older than us!"

"He's only thirty two. And he's seriously cool."

"If you say so," Matt said quickly, not really wanting to believe it, but had to stop discussing the subject as Jim was approaching them.

"Hi there, you must be Matt?"

"Yes."

"Right, so you're my assistant coach. Are you any good at swimming?"

"I've been swimming since I was three."

"Aha, that's the reason for your build."

"My build?"

"Yes. Your biceps look like they want to go see places in the world."

"Erm. I guess."

"And your thighs look quite toned too, heck, your entire body looks toned. Just like a proper swimmer's body should be."

"Aw, I'm not that fit, not yet. You should see some of the kids on the team next up from mine."

"They're likely older than you. When you grow older, you'll fill out even more if you keep up swimming. But you are fit!"

"Can we go get changed yet?" Lasse interrupted.

"Yes, of course. Which way to the locker room, Matt?"

"They're this way," Lasse said and quickly grabbed hold of Jim's hand and dragged him along with him. He had already seen the signs leading the way and wondered if Jim really hadn't been able to see them.

He's not so old he needs reading glasses yet, Lasse thought, not knowing reading glasses were for being able to read things up close, not at a distance like the signs for the locker rooms.

When they got there, Matt just began to undress like it didn't mean anything to him. Which it of course didn't, having been on a swimming team for as long as he could remember, he had gotten used to undressing in the company of plenty of other people, though they had mostly been kids of his own age.

To Lasse it was a quite different experience. He had only ever gotten undressed with his parents present, and lately Jim. And with nurses present, at the hospital, but that was so long ago he could hardly remember that.

Nevertheless Lasse tried to act just like Matt, who sat on the bench in the middle of the room and had pushed both his shorts and underwear down to his ankles in one go, before he even undid the laces on his trainers. Lasse couldn't help but check out the boy, curious as to what his private parts looked like.

His prick's bigger than mine! he thought and the realization made him blush. Not from shame, though. No, it was from anger due to the unfairness of it. Why does everything about him have to be bigger and better than me? He's fitter, taller, and his prick is like 3 cm [c. 1"] longer than my peener.

Not only that, Matt didn't seem shy at all. He just pushed off his trainers, removed his socks and pushed his shorts and underwear off his feet before he stood up, bent right over to pick up the clothes and shoes, giving both Lasse and Jim a first class view of his toned bum cheeks and the bum hole between them. It was only for a split-second, but Lasse could tell Jim had seen the same thing he had.

***

Matt sure has a nice body. And he knows how to wipe. But, I'll wager a bet that Lasse's arsehole is the tastier of the two. Not that I'd ever be able to tell for sure, I've got too much at risk with only one boy. Making advances on Matt would be like asking for a serious amount of trouble. Though he is kind of flaunting himself, Jim thought.

"Okay, lads, let's go get showered so we can teach Lasse how to swim," he said.

Matt didn't need any further encouragement he just took his sponge and headed for the communal showers after locking in his clothes and towel. Lasse wasn't quite naked yet, though.

"Whip off that t-shirt and lets go," Jim told him and watched while Lasse reluctantly removed the last piece of clothing on his body, "It'll be fine. I promise."

"Just don't let me drown while you check out Matt," Lasse said unable to contain his emotions to himself any longer.

"Won't happen. He does have a nice body, but he isn't you."

"No, of course he isn't. He is like perfect and I'm not."

"We'll talk later. Right now, the clock is ticking. We only have two hours before they'll evict us from the pool and I want you to at least have a taste of what the big pool is like."

"A taste?"

"Yes. Not literally, I'm not asking you to drink from it. We'll start out in the smaller pool, if they have one here. It's very shallow and the water should be much warmer. When I've taught you how to float, we'll move to the normal pool."

"Okay."

***

"That's the baby pool!" Lasse argued against getting into the pool that wasn't much deeper than the bathtub at home.

"Yes and in terms of swimming, you are a baby, Lasse," Matt said. He sat in the middle of the shallow pool and enjoyed the much warmer water than was in the large pool he normally swam in. The baby pool was strictly off limits when Matt's team practiced. Like it was during normal opening hours, too, unless you had brought a baby or a toddler with you.

Jim had chosen to simply ignore the signs embedded into the slightly raised sidings of the square pool. When one of the life guards came over to shoo them away, he calmly explained how he was there to teach Lasse how to swim. With a firm promise to vacate the baby pool, in the case a parent should show up with their small child, they were allowed to stay.

"Get in, Lasse," Jim told the nearly naked and shivering boy who stood hugging himself in an attempt to both keep warm and hide his scar, "Get in and sit next to Matt."

"Alright then. But I'm not a baby."

"No, but you do need to learn how to float first of all. And it's much easier to do that in here," Jim said and stepped into the pool. He waded into the centre of it without waiting for Lasse to get in.

"Sit on your bum and scoot yourself towards us. The water's nice!" Matt cheered Lasse on.

Lasse carefully scaled the siding and when he experienced how warm the water was, 31C [c. 88F] to be exact, he did just what Matt had suggested. When he got closer to Jim, the man told him to lie back.

"Just relax every muscle in your body and you'll float."

"He's right," Matt agreed, "Watch me, do like this."

Lasse watched closely and noticed how Matt's body seemingly all on its own and quite effortlessly floated just below the surface. The face and the toes of the boy were the only parts above the water but it was enough to enable Matt to breathe.

"If you ever tire from swimming, just roll onto your back and take a breather. It's the single most important thing I can teach you," Jim explained.

Lasse attempted to float and he nearly managed to do so when the water lapped over his face and caused him to want to raise his head out of the water. As soon as he firmed up his stomach muscles his bum sank right back down to the bottom of the pool.

"Good first try, Lasse, do it again," Jim said.

"You can do it, you almost had it," Matt stated.

***

And Lasse did prevail, he learned how to float in the baby pool, and after they switched to the much larger, and somewhat cooler and normal pool, he started to learn how to swim. They stuck to the shallow end and when Lasse could dog paddle from one side of the pool to the other, a total of 25 metres [c. 80 feet], Jim called off the swimming lesson.

"Pools aren't just for swimming, they're for having loads of fun too," he said and used his hands to shovel water at Matt and Lasse.

He soon found himself outmatched by the two ten year-olds who ganged up on him. Lasse flung water back with his arms and Matt used his feet to kick a lot of water in the general direction of Jim.

This guy isn't bad at all, Matt thought while he let himself get caught by Jim and dunked under the water.

Matt stayed submerged and when he saw Jim turn towards Lasse, he used his legs to propel himself upwards and partway out of the water and latched onto Jim's back.

"Get him, Lasse!" He cried out while he snaked one of his arms around Jim's neck and hooked his lower legs around the middle of the man. He tried to force him backwards and to lose his footing on the bottom of the pool.

Matt cried out again when Jim reached back and tried to get a hold of his neck. Lasse seized the moment and paddled/waded closer to Jim's front and gave him a firm shove right at his lower rib cage. Lasse's shove caused the boy to fall backwards himself, but even as he did he shouted out from glee since he could see Jim lose his footing and the man tumbled backwards into the water, taking Matt with him.

"Enough," Jim sputtered when his head was back above water.

"Aw!" Both boys exclaimed at the same time.

"Matt, go get that ball over there. We'll play some more with that."

"Okay."

"The objective is to keep the ball in play and out of the water," Jim explained and threw it to Lasse.

"What if he can't?" Lasse asked.

"What?"

"If one of us can't keep the ball in play, what happens to him?"

"Uh…"

"He'll have to only keep his head above water," Matt said, and added in a hushed voice, "And bare his bum for five seconds!"

"Uh, maybe that isn't such a good idea," Jim said and glanced around the pool. There were several other kids in the pool, though only a few other adults, and they were busy swimming lanes at the far and deeper end of it.

"It's okay. We do it all the time on the team. Besides, there aren't anyone real close to us. We'll shield the one baring his bum from everyone else. Just mind the lifeguards."

Jim was about to tell Matt there were other ways to look at bared bums, and far more secure, when Lasse agreed to the rules.

"Okay. Here Jim, we're starting now," he said and threw the ball towards the man.

Jim had to make a mad dive for the ball and just managed to get his fingertips on it and sent it towards Matt. It went over his head, between his outstretched arms and he had to swim to retrieve the ball. When he got back to his spot, he shrugged, turned his back to Jim and Lasse and lowered himself deeper into the water.

Is he really going to do it? Lasse thought and just when Matt reached for his speedos, Lasse took a deep breath and submerged his head fully under the water to have a better look.

"Is Lasse doing it?" Matt asked Jim, "Is his head underwater now?"

"Yes."

"I knew he wouldn't be able to not look."

"Is that why you came up with that stunt?"

"Yes. He can't swim properly if he's afraid of getting his face wet."

"You're right. Uh, I think you can hike your speedos back up now."

"'K. I wouldn't want him to drown, anyway. I quite like him."

They resumed the game and when Lasse fouled the ball, Matt went under to check if he'd really stick to the rule. Lasse did, he was a quite law-abiding boy, and to him it was only fair. Matt had pulled down his swimwear when he hadn't been able to keep the ball in play. Lasse didn't want to seem like a wimp, not in a direct competition with the other boy for Jim's attention. Besides, he had begun to actually like Matt.

Maybe we can be friends. But, he had better stay far away from Jim's house.

Chapter 27

After the two hours Jim had paid for ran out, the man and two boys went to shower after their swim. They weren't the only ones in the showers at the time, but neither of the three paid any attention to anyone else but those in their little group.

Lasse could tell Jim was openly checking out Matt, just as much as the boy checked out Jim. What was more troubling to Lasse was that neither of them made any moves to prevent the other from getting a good look at their bodies.

Just before they went their separate ways after exiting the locker rooms Lasse and Matt talked quietly, while Jim lined up to return the elastic ribbons with the small keys for their lockers. The man had to wait in order to have his wallet and keys, and his and Lasse's phone returned.

"Did you see Jim's penis when we showered?" Matt asked.

"Uh-huh."

"It sure is big!"

"Yeah," Lasse agreed. And it's even bigger when it's stiff, but you're never going to see that.

"It must get freaking huge when he has a hard-on," Matt giggled.

"Dunno. Maybe." Lasse shrugged.

"Want to go to my house after school tomorrow?"

"I don't know if I can. I'll ask my mum and let you know tomorrow at school."

"Cool. I hope you can. I've got a lot of games for my PlayStation. We can play whichever one of them you want to."

"Got any footy games?"

"Yeah. I have PES."

"Oh? I really want that for my Xbox."

"It's great. Here's Jim now. I'll see you at school."

"Yep. Bye, Matt."

"Bye. Bye Jim."

"Take care, Matt. It was fun today," Jim said.

"It was."

***

"Jim?" Lasse asked when they sat in the car headed back home to Jim's.

"Yeah?"

"You like Matt, don't you?"

"Sure, he's a nice friendly kid."

"No, I mean do you like him."

"Do I want to fuck him until he screams bloody murder? Is that what you're really asking?"

"Well, uh, yeah."

"Maybe I would if I hadn't met you first, Lassie. I really don't know what I'd do in case he asked me to fuck him sideways. He has a very nice body and he sure wasn't at all shy about showing it off to me. I don't think you have anything to worry about, though. I'd only ever do it, if he were the one to ask me to do it."

"He said you have a big prick."

"And he's right about that, too. Well, it's bigger than yours and his for sure. But, even if he said that to you doesn't mean he'll just bend right over and beg for me to shove it into his arse. He's simply acting like a normal ten year-old kid being curious of what he'll end up looking like when he grows up to be a man."

"Promise you won't do stuff with him? Like you do with me?"

"I'll promise you this, I won't ever be the one suggesting it to him. I took one hell of a chance with you, Lassie, and very fortunately it paid off. You didn't run home to your mam and pop and squealed on me as soon as you could. Matt would likely do that."

"He doesn't have a dad, though."

"No, but that doesn't mean that he is looking for someone to abuse him."

"I wasn't either."

"Oh really? What about the whole, I kinda wish you were a pedo thing, you told me on the first ever day we met?"

"I only wanted to know if they are real!"

"And?"

"They are! But not all of them are bad."

"Some are bad. Though, I'm not a real pedo. I only want to fuck you, not just any random little kid on the face of the planet."

"But not until I'm level ten."

"No. Speaking of which, I have made a hard copy of the levels. I'll let you look at it when we eat dinner. You can't keep it, in fact, I'll hide it real well so no one but us will ever see it."

"Okay. What're we having?"

"I was thinking home-made pizzas. I don't really have any pots or pans at the house yet."

"Sick! Got any pineapples?"

"I have a full can of sliced pineapples. You can't have all of it though, I promised your mam I wouldn't feed you too much sugar."

"Pineapples aren't made from sugar!"

"No, but they are as sweet as sugar and have the same effect on little boys if they eat too many of them. They get all hyper and stuff."

***

"Where did you find this?" Lasse asked when he was munching on his pizza. It had a lot of pineapples on it, as many as Jim had allowed him. He was however referring to the list of levels, Jim had made up and printed in a gothic, ancient-like font. It was complete with a box to tick for every level he passed.

"It's on the net," Jim lied.

"Really? You found this on the internet?"

"Heh, no, but it does look kind of official, doesn't it?"

"You nearly had me fooled. Yeah, it does look official. Oh man, I have to do a lot of stuff to get to level ten. What's that I got to do for level eight and nine? Wear buttplugs?"

"Yes. They're plugs that go into your arse and will hold your hole spread open."

"For three hours?"

"Yup. And not just once. You'll have to do it until you feel comfortable having one stuck inside of you for the full three hours. The next level will be even harder."

"Just how large is a large buttplug?"

"I haven't bought it yet, but it will be large. About the size of my prick. Maybe slightly smaller."

"And then you'll fuck me for hours after?"

"Heh, I could only wish to be able to do so. But no, probably not for more than half an hour at best. That's my personal record."

"At best, Sheesh! When would we ever do that? We won't have the time for it."

"Oh, we will have plenty of time. If all goes according to plan, you'll be spending entire weekends with me here in my house."

"I will?"

"Yeah. That's what I talked to your mam about Saturday evening when you fell asleep fully dressed on your bed while fiddling with your phone. And why she called me back Monday evening when you were tugging hard on your prick."

"Oh."

"Uh-huh."

"I get to sleep here then?"

"Yup, you'll be staying here from Friday to Saturday this weekend. And I'll promise you this, you won't be sleeping fully dressed while here."

"Hmm," Lasse hummed and turned his focus back on the list of levels.

"Would you rather I changed the name on that sheet of paper from Lassie to Matt?" Jim asked.

"Huh? NO! Don't even make jokes about that. It isn't funny."

"Most of the things on the list will be fun."

"For you, maybe! It isn't your bum that's going to be having all kinds of stuff poked into it. Fingers and plugs and pricks."

"Correction, it'll only be A prick that goes into your little arse while you're with me, Lassie. Mine. And you're right. My arse is never to be poked. Maybe gently massaged by one of your fingers and licked by the tip of your tongue, but never poked."

"Eww! You can ask Matt to do that!"

"Only I won't be asking him to do anything sexually with me. I only want you."

"'Cuz I'm speshul," Lasse sardonically declared.

"Absolutely right. You are special to me. You're my little lover boy, Lassie."

"Only you're treating me like I'm your lover girl. But I guess it still means I'm better than Matt," Lasse happily concluded and took another bite of his pizza.

"Yes, to me you are. Don't ever think otherwise."

***

Jim brought Lasse home with plenty of time to spare and had a brief talk with Hilda. He told her what they had been doing, though he only said they'd been swimming and had eaten dinner, leaving out the specifics of baring bums and discussing sex.

"It's been a nice afternoon and evening. And I have a feeling Lasse may have made a new friend. Though it is a bit too early to tell they interacted with each other quite nicely in the pool."

"Lasse wasn't hampered by his condition?"

"No. I made sure of that. We weren't exercising as such, I only went over the basics of swimming with Lasse until he knew enough to safely get into the shallow end of the pool. I'll ever so gradually increase the time he spends swimming, all the while he gets better at it, until he'll benefit from it. The cardio exercises in the pool along with the Monday muscle-building exercises at the hospital should be helpful. Who knows, maybe his heart will eventually grow stronger from it."

"I hope so. Just make sure he always has easy access to his nitro spray."

"Drat! I completely forgot about that today, Hilda, as did Lasse," Jim admitted, "I'm very sorry. It won't happy again."

"So you're not a superhuman after all, then?" Hilda teased Jim, "That's comforting to know. We all make mistakes, Jim, just try to remember it from now on."

"I will. I fully understand the importance of it."

"Good. I only want you to do your best, I'm not asking you to perform miracles."

"I know. I better get going though, it'll take some kind of miracle to have the house ready for the weekend."

"Will you be able to move in before going back to work?"

"I'm afraid not. I suppose I could, but then I'd just have to shuffle furniture around all the time while I finish the house. It'll be faster and a whole lot easier to just finish it without too much getting in the way. Does Lasse have a sleeping bag? I guess, I slipped and went one step further ahead and told him about spending this Friday night at my place."

"That's quite alright. We already talked about letting him sleep over with you. I think Dennis has a sleeping bag from when he was still active in the army. I'll see if I can find it."

"I have a queen-sized mattress I'll put on the floor. I hope you won't mind Lasse and me sharing it?"

"Would I mind two boys sharing a bed?" Hilda asked and chuckled, "No, Jim. You'll be in sleeping bags. It isn't like you'll be intimate with my son."

"Thank you, Hilda, for thinking of me as a boy. That's what spending time with your son does to me, he's turning me right back to being a boy again."

"Just don't ever forget you're supposed to be the responsible grownup when the two of you are together."

"Oh, I won't. And I won't allow Lasse to forget it either."

"Forget what?" Lasse asked when he entered the kitchen.

"Have you been eavesdropping on us?" Hilda asked.

"No, mum. I only wanted a drink of water."

"I really must leave now, anyway," Jim said and got up from his chair.

He went to Lasse and tussled his hair, "Thanks kiddo. I had fun today."

"Thanks, Jim, for teaching me how to swim."

"Arh, I haven't taught you anything yet. We've only barely scratched the surface."

"Huh?"

"Okay, picture this; the knowledge of how to swim is inside an old pirate's treasure chest. The chest is buried deep into the ground and we have to dig a big hole to get to it. We haven't started digging yet, we have just used our fingernails to scratch into the dirt."

"Sounds like it's time to get a shovel, then," Lasse suggested.

"Exactly. But we'll use a small one, like a spoon. It's no use trying to dig too deep too quickly or we'll run out of steam well before we ever get to the chest."

"Okay. I got it."

"Ever thought of becoming a teacher, Jim?" Hilda asked.

"No. I'd be rubbish at teaching a class full of kids who really don't want to learn what I'd be trying to teach them."

"I think you'd make a great teacher. Or a father."

"I only behave like this because I like Lasse and care about him."

"I can tell. Lasse, go take a shower and wash your hair well. You smell like half of the pool is still in it. Afterwards, go straight to bed."

"Yes, mum. Night Jim."

"Sleep well. I'll see you on Friday."

"Yep. Oh, mum? Can I go to Matt's tomorrow after school? Just for an hour or two," Lasse asked.

Jim winked to Hilda and quickly left boy and mother so they could discuss the details in private.

Chapter 28

Knowing Lasse wouldn't be coming around his house until Friday afternoon, Jim worked harder than he had before. He decided to go with the builder's advice and bought parquet flooring. He wasn't being picky, in fact he just bought the cheapest he could find and bought enough of it to cover every room in the house, apart from the rooms that would have tiled floorings.

It was much harder, than Jim had thought, to click the boards of parquet together to form seamless joints. It was however easier than making the rolled-up layer of sound-dampening and comfort-enhancing material to stay flat on the floor for long enough for him to put the parquet on top of it. He gave up on it when it for the fourth time in half an hour just rolled itself right up again and he spent twenty minutes on a roundtrip to the supermarket to buy ten rolls of double adhesive tape.

When the foam-like material was firmly stuck to the concrete floor, Jim got back to clicking the floorboards together, this time much quicker than before. By mid-afternoon, he had the small entrance and the hallway covered by the light-coloured parquet flooring.

It sure doesn't look like oak flooring to me, but it's still far better than that ghastly dark brown carpet on the staircase, Jim thought while he compared the two. He felt like tearing the carpet off immediately.

All in due time. I'll sort the staircase after I've finished with the upstairs level. And it isn't like I'm done with everything else yet.

Instead of tearing into the carpet, he sat in the kitchen and made a list of things he still wanted to do to the ground level of the house. First business was to finish the flooring. The study, lounge and kitchen was to be covered with the too-light-to-be-oak imitation parquet flooring. The bathroom floor needed to be tiled and so did the utility room and the boiler room.

I seriously need to look for some new kitchen cabinets and counter tops too. And that old cooker really needs to go. Damn, it stunk when we cooked the pizzas last night. I need a fridge too. I can't keep relying on an icebox really meant for picnics.

Shaking his head at the grim outlook of having to spend even more money to make the house habitable, Jim got up from the chair and went to the study. This was where he intended for Lasse and himself to spend the night on his queen-sized mattress, hopefully not sleeping in each their own sleeping bags, but together and quite naked. The room had to at least have a floor first, though. He doubted Hilda would agree to Lasse sleeping in it, if she were to see the room in its present state.

***

Lasse wasn't worrying about where to sleep Friday night, not at the time, as he was walking next to Matt at that very moment. Matt pushed his bike and had, without making a big deal out of it, offered Lasse that he put his schoolbag on the rack of it so he wouldn't have to walk with it on his back. Lasse had swallowed his pride and accepted it. His schoolbag was particularly heavy that day, filled with books and two binders as it was, and Matt didn't live right next to their school.

Matt's house lay on the border of where kids were offered riding on the school bus, unfortunately for Lasse, just on the wrong side of it. He could have ridden the bus, gotten off at the first stop and walked the 200 metres [c. 650 feet] back along its route to Matt's house, but had opted to walk the 3 kilometres [c. 1.8 miles] instead. He had declined Matt's first offer, which had entailed Lasse riding on the rack of Matt's bike. It would've been faster, and much less tiring, if he had accepted it, but he knew it was against the law.

Besides, Lasse's dad, being who he was, had instilled the dangers involved in such a stunt into Lasse's mind. And though Lasse was much more open to adventures than he had been before meeting Jim, he wasn't into pulling stunts that could end up cracking his skull open. Matt had a bicycle helmet, but two boys couldn't share one helmet, just like they weren't supposed to share one bike. Unless, of course, it was a tandem bike which Matt's wasn't.

So, instead the two boys walked, slowly enough for Lasse to be able to talk and fast enough so they wouldn't end up only walking for the entire time until Lasse had to go home.

"What do you think of Gregers?" Matt asked.

"He's so boring. I feel like I'm going to fall asleep every time he tries to explain something to us."

"Me too. If it wasn't because of him always hitting the board with his pen so hard, I would've fallen asleep too."

"Oh yes! Like today," Lasse said, cleared his throat and tried to mimic the droning way of Gregers' voice, "Now, class, remember Augustus was the one to bring peace to the Roman Empire. He lay the foundation to all future democratic governments," he recited and used the tip of his finger to tap his palm like the history teacher had tapped the board with his pen.

"Haha," Matt laughed heartily at Lasse's antics, "You nailed him! Anyone would be able to tell that was Gregers you impersonated. You should be the lead character in the play. You should be Augustus!"

"Hell no! I'm quite happy to be the light's operator."

"Oh? Well, I guess it's better than having to be a slave. Like me."

"At least you aren't shy. It'll be no problem for you to only wear a loin cloth."

"Well, they're making us wear underwear under them. So it won't just be a loin cloth. Imagine if one of them came undone in the middle of the play? Poor kid!"

"I'd rather die than standing naked on a stage in front of all our teachers and parents."

"Me too. It would be so humiliating. And it would be all over school by the next morning. The eighth graders are filming the play for their project."

"Yeah. That part of it would for sure be something they'd want to show on the big screen in the cafeteria."

"They'd zoom right in on his penis."

"Heh, no. That would be child porn."

"What? Nah."

"It would too."

"For real? There's a little naked kid in one of the pictures of Augustus in our history book."

"No way."

"Yes, way. I'll show you when we get to my house."

***

"That's not a kid, Matt, it's an angel! You can see the wings on the back."

"So? You can also see his penis and balls. Here, use my magnifying glass."

"It's just some kid who drew them on the picture. They're too small to be real," Lasse said after scrutinizing the toddler's private bits with the offered magnifying glass.

"Nuh-uh. I found the picture on google. They show in that too, and they're much easier to tell since the picture is larger."

"Anyhow, it would still be porn," Lasse said, "Let's play PES. I'll make you wanna cry before the first half is over."

"No chance."

While the two boys, fast becoming closer friends, played, Jim kept working on the study's floor. He carefully taped the sponge-like plastic material to the floor, made sure to keep it absolutely free of wrinkles and then set out to lay the wooden panels on top of it. He placed the half of a board left over from the hallway first, then worked from there. It was like laying a large jigsaw puzzle, though all of the pieces were alike and he kept adding to it until he ran out of room. The last 10 cm [c. 4"] stretch of the floor was too narrow for full-sized boards to fit, and he didn't feel like using his circular saw any more that day.

***

"Please tell Jim I'll stop by after work with the sleeping bag. It'll be around four," Hilda told Lasse while they had breakfast Friday morning.

"Okay, mum. I put my toothbrush, the hair wax and my night t-shirt and a pair of undies into my schoolbag, so I'm all ready to go there after school."

"Are you looking forward to spending a night out?"

"Lots. I haven't been on a sleepover ever before. Only at grandma and grandpa's house, but they don't really count."

"Well, if they mean so little to you, I'll make sure to tell them they won't have to spend as much on their Christmas shopping from now on."

"Mum! I didn't mean it like that!"

"I'm sure you didn't, but you have to start considering your words before you speak. Sometimes what you say can really hurt people, though I doubt that's your intention."

"I will," Lasse promised and then added after considering his words carefully, "And don't you dare tell grandma and grandpa that I don't care about them. That's not true."

"You're just worried they won't buy you presents anymore."

"Uh, that's part of it," Lasse said truthfully, A major part of it, really. But I can't say that.

***

"Want to come back to mine after school? I want a rematch, you distracted me when you scored the goals, twice!"

"I can't, Matt. Not today."

"Tomorrow then?"

"Nuh-uh. Can't then either. Maybe Sunday, or Tuesday. Monday I'm going to the hospital to exercise and I won't feel up for anything after that."

"What're you doing today that's so important you won't give me a chance to redeem myself?" Matt asked after he sucked a sizable part of the contents of his juice container into his mouth and swallowed it.

"I'm going to Jim's house."

"For the rest of the day?"

"Yeah, and tomorrow. I'll be staying there tonight," Lasse said without thinking and immediately regretted saying anything about it.

"Sick! I wish it was me. Where does he live? Can you ask if I can spend the night too? What're you going to do? Stay up all night and play games?"

"Whoa," Lasse said, using one of Jim's expressions, "Slow down. We'll probably be working on the house. It's tiring work. He doesn't have a console or even a TV at his house yet."

"No TV? What? Is he a caveman?"

"No, he just hasn't moved in yet. Not properly anyway. We're only spending the night at the house so we can work real late into the evening and start real early tomorrow."

"Please ask him if I can come over tomorrow. I can help too."

"Alright, I'll ask. But don't get all angry at me if he says no."

"I won't. But why would he say no?"

"I dunno," Lasse admitted, But I'll help him find a reason for it if he can't come up with one on his own. Like the last time he had to quickly think of something. Making people believe I have accidents like a baby! How rude!

Lasse angrily took a bite of his open sandwich and chewed on it for a long time hoping Matt wouldn't pester him again about going to Jim's house.

***

Though Lasse really didn't want to, he still told Jim about Matt wanting to come over, right after he had explained his mum would deliver the sleeping bag at around four.

"Oh. Why would he be interested in coming here?" Jim asked.

"He wants to help renovate the house."

"Ah. I hadn't really planned on having guests over, and certainly not young guests, but if he wants to help, then…"

"You can just tell him no. I already told him you might do that and he won't mind."

"I sure could use the help, Lasse. Have a look around. This house is still a mess. With his help, we could paper all the joints in the plasterboards and sand them too, and be done with it all tomorrow. Sunday I can start putting up wallpaper. With a bit of luck, I could be spending next weekend moving in!"

"But Jim! You are all I have that Matt hasn't got!" Lasse said desperately.

"Is that so? You know that is simply not true, Lassie. For instance, you have a pop, something he doesn't."

"Well, I almost never get to see mine. So it's like I don't have one either."

"Lasse! What're you so afraid of? I already told you that you're special to me. Matt won't replace you. No one would be able to do that. I wouldn't allow anyone to."

"Not even if he wants to gain levels, too?"

"No. Well, I'd take him through the levels, but it wouldn't be the same. I don't love Matt, I love you! Come here, you foolish kid."

Lasse allowed Jim to hug him tight. He even let the man kiss him, and he was the one to instigate the tongue play that followed.

***

"Jim?"

"Yes, sweetie pie?"

"I didn't mean it. What I said about my dad."

"I know. It isn't important. Wipe your mouth, your mum will be here shortly."

"Okay."

When Hilda arrived, Jim quickly gave her a tour of the house. She was impressed of the work, though she was quite taken back when she saw the state of the unfinished bathroom.

"Yes, I know it doesn't look like much, but the shower is the only thing that doesn't work yet. It'll be another two weeks then the bathroom will be completely finished. I have all the things for it."

"Mum, you didn't say anything about the outlets. I drilled most of the holes in the plasterboards for them."

"You did? My, I must say you did a wonderful job with them."

"Yeah. Jim taught me how to do it, and it isn't difficult at all."

Hilda could tell how happy her son was and she could see how proud Jim was on his behalf.

"I can't wait to see when it's all done. I hope you'll remember to have fun while working. The both of you," she said and looked Jim straight into his eyes.

"Oh, we will. Thanks, Hilda. I can't wait to see the end of this either. It's been a lot more work than I thought it would be, but I sure hope the result will be worth it all," Jim said.

Not just with the house. I have to make sure Lasse won't worry about Matt taking his place anymore. Maybe he'll just give up without a fight, without ever knowing for sure if Matt really wants to do what Lasse thinks he will.

The sheer thought made Jim nervous, though he still managed to explain his ideas for the upstairs level to Hilda. He wanted her out of his house again, for her to leave him with her son. So that he would be able to show Lasse that he really meant what he said about the boy being special to him.

Chapter 29

"Lasse, do you really think I'd go through all the trouble making the progress chart for you, if I was to switch you out with someone else, even before you get through all the levels?" Jim asked as soon as the front door had shut behind Hilda.

"Uh, if you found someone better, then yes, of course. I would!"

"So when you find a man who you think will treat you better than I do, you'll just tell me to bugger off?"

"I won't find another man."

"Why not? There are other men like me out there. I mean, there has to be."

"I won't find them, cuz I won't be looking for them. Why would they be interested in me anyway?"

"Forget the why for now. So you wouldn't find another man because you aren't looking for one. That's why I won't find another little boyfriend either. Cuz I am not looking for one. I already have a boyfriend, you're everything a man like me could ever hope to find. So, stop that little love triangle rivalry thing you have going on in your mind. It's only in your mind, it doesn't exist. Matt isn't trying to replace you as my lover boy, all he wants is a friend or two."

"I just don't get why he wants you to be his friend. You're my friend. I found you first!"

"And you don't want to share?"

"Duh! No! Matt can find a friend easily. He's very good-looking, sporty, and fitter than most kids our age and he's nice!"

"He is all of that and he wants to be your friend. So what if he wants to be friends with me too? We would only be friends, there wouldn't be anything going on between us, not like the secret things we do when we're alone."

"Unless he asks for it. You said so yourself."

"Well, yes. If he wants it, which I'm sure he doesn't, then I wouldn't be able to say no. But it wouldn't be out of love. I'd just be teaching him about sex. Your mum told me I'd make a great teacher, though I doubt that was the kind of teaching she had in mind."

"She'd shit herself if she knew."

"Thus, I won't be telling her. She also told me that some things are better left unsaid."

"So, uh, it's okay to do something if you just don't talk about it?"

"Basically, yes."

"Then, if you ever do stuff with Matt, don't talk about it okay? Don't rub my nose in it."

"I'm telling you, Lasse, a snowball would stand a much better chance of surviving a full year in hell, than Matt ever asking me to molest his very nice and healthy young body."

"His prick is bigger than mine. Even in the showers, when it hung over his balls, it was longer than mine when it's all stiff."

"I noticed. I thought you weren't interested in him like that."

"I'm not. I just haven't seen a lot of naked boys, like I've only really seen him! I only wanted to see if mine is okay, y'know, normal?"

"Your prick is more than okay to me. And trust me, it is normal. I'll play with it later, like you'll be playing with mine, it's time for you to advance to the next level."

"So I'll have to suck on it tonight?"

"Yes. If you want to get to the next level, that's one of the things you'll have to do."

Lasse scrunched up his nose, "It would've been better if I had done that after we went swimming."

"Oh, it's clean. I had a shower this morning. You can wash it before you suck on it, if it'll make you more comfortable."

"Yeah, maybe I will. So, what will we do until then?"

"I think we should get started on the floor here in the kitchen before it'll stain even more. We need to roll out the foam stuff and fix it to the concrete, one lane at a time. There's a bit that needs to overlap so it'll keep moisture and such away from the underside of the parquet. I'll show you what to do, then you can get it done, okay? I'll get started on laying the parquet as soon as the first part of the foam is in place."

"Okay. So, that's what the double-sided tape is for? To hold down the foam."

"Exactly. Oh, please make sure the floor is clean before you roll out the dampening mat and kick off your trainers first. We have to keep it clean until the parquet is fitted."

"Uh-huh."

***

The two worked as a team, Lasse meticulously rolled out the dampening material, one metre [c. 3 feet] at a time, put a strip of tape on it, removed the protective backing and rolled the mat further out while he kept it taut. He walked on top of the mat, right where the tape was and the weight of his body was enough to make the tape stick to the concrete.

As soon as Lasse had rolled out the first two metres [c. 6.5 feet], Jim went to work and placed the parquet on top of the mat. He quickly clicked the first two boards together, waited for ten seconds until Lasse moved further away from him and made room for another board to be installed. Instead of adding more to the length of the parquet flooring, as the instructions called for, Jim started on the next row of the boards. He wanted to make sure Lasse could get the next lane of mat installed, but he didn't want to disturb the material too much by climbing on top of it.

Jim soon realized his mistake, it was quite impossible to make the boards click together on two sides at once. To mate the boards like so, he'd have to hammer them together, which the instructions clearly advised against.

"Wait up, Lasse. We have to work together on this. We need to mate the boards in one direction first, which will give us a 5.5 metres [c. 18 foot] long board. Then we have to tilt that long board upwards a bit and snap it onto the first row."

With the boy to help him, it was easier, though not at all easy to get the parquet clicked together. It required a lot of careful cooperation, but it got easier the more boards they installed. They worked until six in the evening, and Jim once again decided he had had enough for one day when all that remained to be installed was the final 18 cm [c. 7"] stretch of boards.

"We can't stop now," Lasse said, "We've almost finished. I'll mark the boards and you cut them."

"I'm hungry, Lassie. We have to eat soon."

"I'm hungry too, but I want to finish what we started."

"Fine. I'll call for pizzas and ask for them to be delivered at seven thirty. If we're not done by then, we'll leave it until tomorrow morning."

"I want a Hawaiian again. With extra pineapples, please," Lasse said while he carefully measured how wide the first board of the final row had to be.

"Okay."

***

"Go wash your hands and face, Lasse. The pizzas should be here any minute and I can get this last board installed without your help."

"Cool, you have a towel now," Lasse said when he followed Jim's order.

"Yeah. Can't have you wiping your hands on my trousers anymore. You'd just get them all messed up again."

"I think the pizzas are here now."

"Can you go pay for them? My wallet is in the inner pocket of my coat. It's in the study."

"Got it," Lasse called out when he had located the wallet. He quickly went to the front door and opened it just when the pizza delivery guy was about to knock. Lasse paid the guy, got the change and carried the large plastic bag with two pizza boxes and a large bottle of sparkling soft drink into the study where he and Jim had moved the table and two chairs.

"Why did you get diet Sprite?" He asked.

"I thought you liked Sprite?"

"Yes, but diet?"

"You really can't tell the difference and too much sugar isn't good for anyone. There's plenty of it in that pizza of yours. Besides you're too darn sweet for your own good already, there's no need to make you even sweeter by adding sugar."

"Aw. That's so sweet of you."

"Yup. And because of your help, the kitchen floor is now looking sweet as heck too. I'll wash up and join you."

"Don't take too long now, I'm starving!"

"So am I, but I don't want sawdust on my pizza. It would be even worse than having to eat yours with all those pineapples on it."

"You're just jealous."

"Nah, I'll just have my jalapeno and hot peppers pizza. I hope it's as hot as the warning made it sound like."

"If we're to kiss and cuddle tonight, you had better brush your teeth twice. And gargle!"

"The same goes for you, sweet cheeks," Jim said when he sat in the chair.

***

The tension in the small study was high, both man and boy ate in silence. Both were excited and quite nervous. If all went as planned, Lasse would fulfil the requirements to advance to level 5. He had done some of the things he needed to do, such as having his butt poked by Jim's finger, and had a small taste of the clear pre-cum flowing in copious amounts from Jim's prick. But a small taste of the slippery stuff wouldn't be enough for reaching level 5.

I have to swallow all of it. And suck on his prick, Lasse reminded himself. It wasn't as if he was offered a chance to forget it. The piece of paper with the stuff he had to do was right there on the small table next to the open pizza box in front of him. He seriously wanted to get to level 5, though. He wanted to have his bum licked by Jim. It had felt incredible nice to Lasse when he had gently massaged his own bum hole with the soft pulp of his index finger.

It can only feel even better with a tongue.

But, having to suck on his friend's large prick and swallow what came out of it while he did so, didn't sound nice or fun at all.

Lasse tried to stall for time by eating slowly, and Jim had to tell him to hurry up twice.

"You need to be asleep at nine thirty or ten at the very latest."

"How much?" Lasse asked deliberately ignoring what Jim had said about his bedtime.

"How much of what?"

"How much do I have to put in my mouth? When I suck on it?"

"Oh, that's what you're worried about. Only the head, Lasse, just the end of it. I won't ask you to take it all in your mouth, though it feels sick when someone does that. Not everyone can do it, not even grown women. So stick to the head. If you tickle the underside of it with your tongue, you won't even have to do it for very long. I'll tell you just before I cum so you can move your mouth off of it. It won't be until level 6 you'll have to keep sucking and swallow my sperm."

"I know."

"Good. Anyway, after we've brushed our teeth and gotten ready for bed, we'll start out nice and easy with level 1, 2 and 3. Then, while you suck on my prick, I'll gently play with your bum. And afterwards, when we go to sleep, you'll be level 5."

"Can't we do level 5 tonight too? Just some of it, please?"

"You want two of my fingers in your little sweet arse tonight?"

"No, the other thing."

"Ah, well. I don't think there's enough time for it. Besides, I've told you before, we can't rush through the levels. I'll be licking and sucking on your arsehole soon enough. Don't worry."

"When?"

"The first time you spend an entire weekend here."

"So, in a week from now."

"Maybe. Finish your last slice and let's get ready for bed."

"I'm done. I feel all stuffed."

"Splendid! Let's clear the boxes away, we can put them in the kitchen for now."

Chapter 30

Jim hurriedly arranged Lasse's sleeping bag, not for the boy to sleep in, but so it would look like he had. Jim's duvet was more than enough to cover the both of them, especially since he had plans of hugging the little boy close to him throughout the entire night. But, it wasn't time for going to sleep, it was only 20:25, much too early for both man and boy. There were other things two people could do in bed, things Jim was only too happy to show Lasse.

Lasse watched the man from where he sat in the chair. He wasn't nervous as such, not anymore. He knew what was expected of him, and though he wasn't entirely sure of what to think about having to swallow the salty clear stuff, Jim's pre-cum, he found comfort in knowing he didn't have to suck all of Jim's prick into his mouth. And he was rather looking forward to be kissing and cuddling with his older friend. The manipulation of his little prick felt nice too, though he'd almost rather go without, if Jim were to squash his balls again.

"It's all part of the experience," Jim had told Lasse the first time he had asked his friend if he had to squeeze his little nuts so hard. Lasse, who thus far didn't know any better, fully believed it. And the dry orgasms he had experienced three of so far, had been more than just sick and wicked! Lasse didn't know what single word would best describe it, couldn't get any closer to it than it felt fucking wicked sick!

Then again, Lasse didn't know anyone with whom he'd talk about orgasms, dry or not, apart from Jim.

And he already knows everything there is to know about those and lots of other cool stuff. That's why he's the teacher and I'm the pupil.

"Come, sugar pie," Jim said, "The bed's ready."

"Why do you have to call me all those things?"

"You're a sugar pie tonight because you ate all the pineapples on that pizza of yours."

"And sweet cheeks? Sweetums, sweetie pie, honey bum?"

"I haven't ever called you honey bum. If your arse tastes anything like honey, I won't be licking it much, that's for darn sure."

"It doesn't," Lasse said, remembering what his finger had tasted like after it had been inside his butthole.

"Good. I call you all those things because it's true. You do have lovely, sweet cheeks. They've just the right amount of fluffiness to them without being fat. C'mere, I'm dying to kiss your pouty red lips."

Lasse went the short distance to Jim and when the man lay down on the mattress, he was dragged with him. He ended up on top of him, with his knees splayed out on either side of him.

"Yes! This is what I mean about your arse cheeks being sweet," Jim said and grasped them tight in his hands, "They're just the right size, too."

"You're silly," Lasse giggled.

"I'll drive you crazy tonight, Lassie. Before I'm done with you, you'll feel like you've died and gone to heaven and beyond. Kiss me, lover boy. Show me how you kiss."

And Lasse did. He kissed Jim with a tenderness the man wouldn't have thought possible for a kid only ten years old. It wasn't a mad, grinding teeth against teeth and feverish stabbing with tongue kiss, like Jim's first kiss with a girl had been.

I taught him well! Jim thought and decided to grant passage to the little probing tongue that had licked so lovingly at his lips.

***

"I could do this for hours," Lasse gasped after fifteen minutes of kissing that had begun tenderly but gotten quite intense the more excited man and boy had become, "Only your face is all prickly. You need to shave."

"We're not stopping so I can shave now. I don't have my shaving kit here anyway."

"Will you teach me how to shave too?"

"You don't need to shave yet, silly boy. Your cheeks are smooth as a baby's bum. Well, there is a bit of downy hairs on them, but it's so soft. Enjoy it for as long as you can, soon you'll be needing to shave every day like me and then you'll long for the time when you were a small boy."

"Won't happen."

"You won't shave? You'll end up with a huge red beard then. You'll be known as Captain Redbeard, the mightiest privateer of all seven seas."

"No, I'll shave, but I won't ever wish to be a small boy again."

"Well, just stay one for a little while longer. I quite like you being the size you are now. Not too heavy to lift and not so short to make my back ache while kissing you standing up. Let's move it up a notch, shall we? You're a bit overdressed for bed. Lose the top and your jeans."

"Aren't you getting undressed too?" Lasse asked when he rolled off Jim and unbuttoned his jeans.

"Not yet. But you might as well get fully naked and climb back up on me. We'll kiss some more then."

"Okay."

And kiss they did, while Jim's hands roamed the now naked child's lower back and buttocks. He caressed them gently, stroked and cupped them, and kneaded them which in turn made Lasse grind his groin against the rough canvas of Jim's work trousers. Lasse could feel it when his older friends prick began to harden underneath his, instead of humping into a somewhat soft and springy lump of flesh, it soon felt as if he was humping a rod of pure steel.

"Okay, time for concentrating on your progression, Lassie. Lie next to me with your feet up this way. We'll toss off each other at the same time. Remember, if you see any pre-cum, you have to swallow it."

"Uh-huh. I'll get it all."

"If not, you won't get cleared for level five tonight."

"I know. Whip it out, I can't do anything to it as long as you're hiding it," Lasse said and reached for the zipper in Jim's work trousers.

"Hold on, I'll do it. The zipper is a bit worn and I don't want you to ruin it."

Jim unzipped his trousers and undid the button then pushed them down along with his boxer shorts. He didn't take them completely off, he only pushed them clear of his arse and front. Before Jim could let go of his clothes, Lasse's one hand was already reaching for his prick and the other for his heavy scrotum.

"Yeah, baby, play with my prick. Damn, you're in a randy mood tonight, Lassie. Your little prick is flexing like mad," Jim said huskily and reached for just that.

Not happy with staying on his back, he turned to lie on his side facing his little lover boy, making it easier for both of them to fondle and stroke the other's private bits. Jim mimicked Lasse's actions and used his left hand to pet the small balls of the boy while his right hand's fingers rubbed on the little stiffy.

Lasse enjoyed the stuff taking place down there between his legs and spread them slightly apart. His lower body was lying flat on the mattress and he had twisted his upper body towards Jim. He focused on the man's prick, no further than 20 cm [c. 8"] away from his face and watched when a dollop of pre-cum emerged at the pee slit. He had to swallow it, he knew that, but in order to do so, the stuff had to get from Jim's prick into his mouth.

Instead of transferring the dollop of pre-cum with his finger, Lasse moved his head closer and licked it straight from the pee-slit.

Hah! I should like to see you do the same, Matt!, Lasse thought and felt well-pleased with himself for doing something he was sure his classmate wouldn't ever dare to do.

Immediately, more of the clear salty stuff was building up and he moved his head back to where his lips touched the large prick head. The pre-cum was salty, but didn't taste offensive and Lasse tentatively relaxed his jaw and sucked part of Jim's large prick head into his mouth.

Jim wanted nothing more than to reach down and grab the boy by the nape so he could drive his prick fully in between the hot lips and all the way into the narrow throat. He kept from doing so when he reminded himself of how much he loved the little boy in front of him.

If my prick is ever going into Lasse's throat, it'll be because he wants it to. I won't ask him to do it.

"That feels so very nice, Lassie, mind your teeth now and spread your knees a bit wider. I want to get to your hot little hole now. I'll tease it for a bit, then stick my finger in it."

"Uh-huh," Lasse acknowledged without taking his lips off from Jim's prick.

***

Jim prepared the tight bum hole as best as he could with only his spit available as lubricant, briefly told himself that he had to get something better suitable for anal sex, and slowly pushed his index finger inside. He didn't finger fuck the lad. That had to wait until Lasse reached level 7.

Besides, I haven't prepared his arse for something like that. I don't want to trigger a bowel movement, Jim thought and just pushed his finger slowly as far as it would go into the hot and very tight hole. When he couldn't possibly get it any deeper into the boy, he kept it there and concentrated on the stiff prick. He wanted Lasse to orgasm with something inside his arse. He wanted the boy to get used to it, as all of the remaining levels, apart from one, entailed some kind of anal play.

He didn't get to stroke Lasse's prick for very long before the boy forgot about his task of sucking on Jim's prick and moaned his way through his orgasm. Jim didn't do anything to edge Lasse, to prolong the time it took for the boy to climax, not that night. He wanted to cum as well, felt as if it could happen at any moment. He let the boy enjoy the post-orgasmic bliss for a minute or so and then he pushed his hips forwards a little.

"Oh, sorry," Lasse mumbled and resumed sucking the head of the large and very stiff prick in front of him.

"'S okay. I'm getting very close. Take one last suck and then wank my prick like you really mean it," Jim said and rolled to lie on his back again. He kept his finger embedded in Lasse's still tight arse, had immensely enjoyed the pulsating tight band of muscle tissue around his finger while the boy had squealed his orgasm out.

Lasse sat up a little, leaned over Jim's prone body and wanked the man's prick for all he was worth. He saw another bead of pre-cum form at the pee-slit, was just about to stop wanking for as long as it would take for him to lean over more and suck it up, when Jim cried out.

"I'm coming, Lassie. Oh my sweet darling little boy, you're making me cum!"

Lasse quickly forgot everything he had thought about getting to the last drop of pre-cum when the whitish snot-like real sperm started shooting from the pee-slit. He only barely managed to get out of harm's way by quickly sitting up and watched in a mixture of awe and disgust as the large prick firmed up, fired a salvo of cum, drooped ever so slightly and firmed up yet again before another rope of slime was spat out to land on Jim's hairy chest. The prick firmed up eight times, though the last two times no cum shot out of it.

Fuck, I'm happy I for once hiked up my shirt. I haven't shot so much sperm so far before, not ever since I was a bloody horny teenager! Jim thought when his balls had finally run dry and he could assess the results.

"Thanks, Lassie. Can you please get the roll of tissues on the table for me?" Jim asked and only then did he remember his finger still trapped in the hot little hole of Lasse's. His dick firmed up one last time and a dripple of cum vacated the pee slit as his finger gently vacated the tight boy.

"Sure."

***

Jim was busy wiping off the sperm from his chest and stomach when Lasse's phone chirped twice. Lasse dived for his jeans and retrieved his phone from the front pocket as if it was a matter of life or death, and quickly looked at the screen.

"Matt is asking if he can come over tomorrow. What should I tell him?"

"Tell him to come by at nine for breakfast. And tell him to wear clothes that can get dirtied without his mam going all bonkers."

"Okay."

"Don't they teach kids how to spell in school anymore?" Jim asked when he read the four texts on Lasse's phone and had to work hard to decipher their meaning.

"Sure, I'm a good speller. Like top of my class."

"Is that so? Well, you could've fooled me."

"It's true. Where did you put my schoolbag?"

"Heh, you don't have to prove it to me. Certainly not now, I want to go to sleep."

"I need my night shirt, it's in it."

"Alright, if you insist. I'll just be sleeping naked. I think you left your bag in the bathroom when you needed your toothbrush."

Lasse scampered off naked from the study and Jim could hear the sounds the boy made as he stomped his way to the bathroom and back again. It didn't take him long, Jim's house was quite small, but more than adequate for his needs.

"I can't sleep without wearing a t-shirt," Lasse declared and pulled out the Batman t-shirt from his schoolbag, "but I'll try sleeping without my undies tonight."

"Just like olden times, then. People back then used to sleep in a long shirt that reached down to their ankles."

"Like a nightie?"

"Yep. Your night shirt is more appealing to me, though," Jim said and studied where the hem ended up after Lasse had put the shirt on. The boy's little prick, now flaccid and rather reddish in colour, peeked its head out from underneath the black shirt. Directly behind it, Jim could see the southernmost part of Lasse's small relaxed scrotum. At least until Lasse tugged the hem further downwards and blocked the view.

"No peeking, old pedo!" He chastised Jim with a twinkle in his eyes that told the man he had quite enjoyed the attention.

"I guess the show's over for tonight, eh Lassie? It's time for beddy-bye anyway. Get into bed," Jim said and got up from the mattress.

"You're not going to sleep now?"

"I am, I just need to take a leak first."

"Hurry up."

"Just get comfortable and don't hog the covers. It's plenty big for both of us," Jim said and left the boy to get situated.

***

When Jim returned he found Lasse lying in the middle of the mattress, with the 140 cm wide and 220 cm long [55x86"] duvet rolled up firmly around him. His eyes were shut and he snored as if he was deep asleep.

"That's quite enough of that, Lassie. I know you don't snore like a wild boar when you sleep. I need some of the duvet too," Jim said while he started to undress.

Lasse only kept snoring but soon started giggling when Jim searched for the end of the duvet Lasse had made sure was underneath his body. He soon felt himself rolling to the side of the mattress as Jim pulled at the duvet. He ended up facing the wall at the very edge of the mattress and no longer under the covers. He rolled to lie on his other side and faced Jim who had gotten completely naked and was about to lie down on the mattress.

As soon as the man had settled down, he lifted up part of the duvet and Lasse accepted the invitation. He climbed the short distance across the mattress, in under the duvet and sighed when he felt Jim's strong arm pull him even closer up against the warm and hairy chest behind him.

"T'is nice," he mumbled sleepily.

"It is," Jim agreed.

Lasse woke in the middle of the night and untangled himself from the duvet and Jim's arm, and carefully navigated his way through the dark house to the bathroom. He sat on the toilet to pee, like he had been told repeatedly by his mum to do when he went for a pee during the night. The toilet seat felt cold against his buttocks and he made sure to press them firmly back up against Jim's front when he got back in bed again.

He pulled Jim's relaxed arm back in place, and when it was once more hugging his chest he shut his eyes with a content sigh.

Matt is coming over tomorrow, but he won't ever sleep with Jim like this! Lasse thought as he drifted back to sleep.

Chapter 31

Saturday morning, Lasse woke in a way he had never woken before. It wasn't unpleasant, though it was a strange experience to have Jim's hard-as-steel prick slide back and forth between his thighs. It nudged up against his balls every time the man gently pushed his hips forwards.

The moment Lasse yawned and stretched out his body was when Jim knew the boy in front of him was awake. He kept humping the boy when he didn't hear any objections coming from him and enjoyed the momentary addition of friction when the slim legs stretched yet again.

"How did you sleep?" He whispered.

"Good. Are you fucking me?"

"No, I'm only dry-humping you. But this feels nice too," Jim explained and hugged Lasse tighter.

"Uh-huh," Lasse agreed. It did feel nice lying in a warm bed, being hugged closely from behind by a big strong furry man.

"Squeeze my prick with your thighs again."

"Like this?"

"Yeah. I can't tell you how good this is."

"Are you gonna cum?"

"Do you mind?"

"You'll make a mess," Lasse reminded the man in case he had forgotten.

"Yes, but it'll wash right off. Here, hold a couple of paper towels right below your nuts. It'll deal with the worse of it," Jim said and reached for the kitchen roll. Fortunately it was still within easy reach from the evening before.

Lasse didn't have to do much, other than keep his thighs tightly together while Jim pushed his prick back and forth between them. He couldn't have done much other than that as Jim hugged him even tighter and picked up speed. The moans from his older and best friend made him giggle and he mimicked them.

"Ah, ah, uh, ah, oh yeah, ah-ahah."

"Shush, I don't sound like that at all."

"But you do. Oh, uh, ooooh, orrrh, OW! Let go."

"Only if you stop mocking me. I can't focus if you're moaning like a two dollar whore."

"I promise. Let go of my prick."

"Isn't this how you tug on it?" Jim asked and stretched it again.

"Not so hard."

"Well, it sure is hard. Tug on it yourself while I hump your sweet arse."

"You're not. Only 'tween my legs."

"Mm, yeah. But soon, Lassie, soon I'll be humping your sweet arse for real."

"Like this?"

"Mm-hmm and from the front. Any way we can think of."

"'K. What time is it?"

"It's only a bit after eight. We have plenty of time."

Soon Lasse was gasping for breath again, this time not unnaturally like he had done when impersonating Jim. No, the sounds were from the effort required to toss himself off, going well beyond the point where he had previously always stopped. This time he didn't stop until he got the weird sensation deep inside of him, the sensation that made him stretch his feet out and firm up his stomach as much as he could.

Jim kept pumping too and within a minute of Lasse's toe-curling kiddy orgasm, he came between his thighs, slickening what up until then had been mostly dry. When Lasse came down from his high, he used the paper towels to wipe off as much of the sticky cum as he could.

"There isn't as much as last night," he observed.

"No, last night I had been saving it for days. Come Wednesday and I'll be able to really hose you down."

"It's still messy."

"It's only another one of the joys of being a man. If you've finished wiping yourself, let's go have a pee and I'll give you a sponge bath you won't easily forget."

***

It was a memorable bath, if not simply because it took place in Jim's kitchen and not the bathroom. Lasse stood in an old washbasin while Jim used his hands and a sponge to clean off the smell from his cum between the boy's legs. There wasn't time for more than that, although both of them would've wished for more, since Matt would be arriving at nine and expecting breakfast to be ready.

"We'll quickly pop down to the supermarket and buy some bread, butter and chocolate milk."

"Can we get Nutella as well?"

"Only if they have a small jar of it, Lassie, I don't have a fridge yet."

"If they don't, we can just put more of it on the bread."

"Heh, you have a solution to every problem, doncha?"

"Yup."

"Well, I'm not going to feed the two of you bread with a 2 cm [c. 1"] thick layer of Nutella on it. What would your mams think of me?"

"I won't tell."

"Alas, it won't happen. You'd get too hyper from it and there'd be no work done today at all. Once the house is finished, we'll spend a lot more time playing and going places, I promise."

"Just you and me?"

"Most of the time, probably. I don't know Matt's mam and I'm sure Matt spends a lot of his time swimming."

"He does. He has medals in his room. Lots of them."

"I'm not at all surprised to hear that."

"Most of them are only silver and bronze medals."

"That's still awesome, Lasse. Don't belittle his achievements just because you're afraid of him taking your special place in my heart. I told you, that won't ever happen."

"I wasn't."

"You were. You thought it necessary to point out most of his medals weren't gold medals. You didn't have to do that."

"But it's true."

"And so what? We'll talk about this some other time, Lasse."

"We don't have to…"

"Oh, but we do. Not now, though. Later, when we aren't pressed for time. Just think of this in the meantime, you don't have to belittle other people in order to make yourself shine."

"Huh?"

"Let it sink in and then think of it. I know you're a smart kid, Lasse, you can figure it out on your own."

***

At 9:04 Matt knocked on the front door to Jim's house. He was short of breath, but had a big smile on his face when Jim answered the door.

"Hi Jim. Sorry I'm late, mum made me take out the trash before she'd let me go."

"That's quite alright, Matt, come on in. Please don't mind the mess, I haven't actually moved in yet."

"Yeah, s'ok, Lasse told me. Is he here?"

"Yep, he's having a private moment."

"Eh?"

"I'm on the loo," Lasse shouted from the bathroom.

"Ah," Matt giggled and kicked off his shoes before he ventured further into the house. He had a quick look in through the first door way on to his left, and saw a large mattress with a duvet bigger than any he had ever seen before. There was a tan sleeping bag in there as well, though it didn't seem like it had been used by anyone, since it was lying on the floor next to the mattress.

"That's my study, well, it's going to be once I get it all sorted. The next room is the lounge," Jim explained as he walked with Matt.

"Cool, and the next one?"

"That's the loo. No peeking!" Matt heard Lasse say through the open doorway.

"Eww, no, I can smell you from all the way out here," he said and held his nose, but couldn't resist having a look into the bathroom as he passed the doorway.

"Hah, very funny. It doesn't smell that bad."

"No, it stinks," Jim said and walked into the kitchen where Matt was already waiting.

"Pick a chair, Matt. It's either one of the old crummy kitchen chairs or the garden chair I really ought to get rid of. We can get started once someone has finished stinking up the whole house."

"It doesn't stink! I've finished, Jim, but there's no TP."

"Gah, I knew I had forgotten something."

"Just use your left hand to wipe, Lasse, it's what they do in India," Matt suggested.

"Yuck, Matt! Why don't you come in here and wipe my bum with your left hand?"

"There'll be no wiping anyone's butts with bare hands in this house," Jim stated and grabbed the kitchen roll from the table. He brought it to the boy still perched on the throne, "Here, use some of this."

"Thanks."

***

"Did you wash your hands?" Matt asked when Lasse joined them after finishing the dirty task.

"Yeah, want to smell them to check?"

"No, thanks."

"I popped the window open, Jim, even though it really isn't necessary."

"Good. Let's eat, lads."

"Sick! You got Nutella!" Matt exclaimed with glee.

"Uh-huh, I told him to buy it," Lasse said proudly.

"Don't eat too much of it or you'll both grow fat and ugly," Jim cautioned.

"Not a chance," Lasse said and Matt butted in with a "No way!"

"Remember what I said when you end up with a big floppy belly and thighs that'll squeak against each other when you waddle about. There'll be no more diving into any pool for you, Matt, you'd make such a big splash all of the water would leave the pool."

Both boys snickered at the thought and both of them made sure their two pieces of bread were covered in a thick layer of the nutty chocolate cream. They seemed to compete for who could get the most of the brown stuff onto their butter knives before quickly moving it to their plate without spilling any of it onto the table.

"Amateurs," Jim chuckled and picked up the jar and held it right next to his piece of bread and scraped a lot of the Nutella directly out of the jar onto his bread.

"Not fair," Lasse protested.

"Yeah, you can't just pick up the jar like that," Matt agreed, "It's against the rules."

"My house, my rules, lads."

"True dat," Matt said and bit into his little piece of heaven.

"Uh-huh," Lasse agreed.

***

"Right, lads, have any of you done any taping of plasterboard joints?"

"Nuh-uh," Lasse said, while Matt just looked like one big question mark.

"Okay, by end afternoon, both of you will know how to do it in your sleep. I have bought two of every tool needed for the job, but I want the two of you to work together. This is not a competition, it's about getting the job done and done well. First we need to put some compound on top of the joint…"

Jim demonstrated how to get the compound out of the bucket and onto a trowel, then how to use a knife to spread the compound evenly down the full length of the first joint.

"Lasse, you go up the step ladder, hold the end of the paper tape up against the wall just below the ceiling next to the joint. Matt, unroll the tape and cut it off right where it ends down at the floor. Good. Lasse, move the tape away from the wall and place it just above the centre of the joint, now push it into the compound with your finger. Hold it there while you use your other hand to press it into the compound as you slide your hand downwards as far you can reach."

Lasse did that and Matt took over when he couldn't reach any longer.

"Very good. Now, Matt, take the knife and use it to push the tape even further into the compound and remove the excess compound as you go. Start from the middle so you won't make any air bubbles. Lasse, use the other knife and… Yes, like that, from the middle all the way up to the ceiling."

Jim explained how they should put more compound on top of the paper tape and smoothen it out with the trowels.

"That's the first joint done. We'll leave it to dry, then come back to sand it and put on the finishing coat. Think you can carry on from here?"

"Yeah, this isn't so hard," Matt said and Lasse agreed with him.

"Great. I'll get started on the lounge floor. I'll soon be needing one of you to help me and we'll take turns so both of you get to work with me. Oh, please cover up all the screw holes with some of the compound too."

"If you want to, Matt, you can help Jim with all of the lounge. I helped him do the kitchen floor yesterday," Lasse offered when Jim left them.

"You won't mind?"

"Nah. This is loads more fun to me."

"You won't tire too much from climbing up and down the ladder all of the time?"

"Nuh-uh. I'll just pace myself."

Chapter 32

"So you pulled the longest straw, Matt?"

"Nope. Lasse said he'd get the joints covered and that I should help you in here for the rest of the day."

"Is that okay with you?"

"Sure. So what should I do?"

"First of all, you can help me unroll this and tape it to the floor as you do. Keep it nice and taut, and straight."

Matt took over from Jim, saw how the man had used the double-sided tape to fix the large roll of soft material to the floor, took note of the approximate distance between the lines of tape and used it as reference for where to tape the mat to the floor.

"Get it all the way up against the wall and use the utility knife to cut it, then put a strip of tape on it and pat it down," Jim explained while he carried a couple of packages of the parquet flooring to where they'd be within easy reach of him. He unpacked both of them and placed the first board on the floor.

Jim explained and demonstrated how the boards would click together and had Matt measure the first gap.

"Fifty-five centimeters [c. 21.6"] and a bit," Matt said.

"How much of a bit?"

"Two or three millimetres [c. 0.12"]."

"Okay. We don't want the boards to touch the wall, so let's call it fifty four point seven centimeters [c. 21.5"]. Here, I'll show you how to mark the board to be cut then how to do that too."

"I get to cut the boards?"

"Only if you want to. It isn't difficult nor is it dangerous if you pay attention to what I tell you."

"I'll cut them, if you don't want to, Matt," Lasse said from the hallway, "I did that yesterday."

"I'd like to try. I haven't used a circular saw ever before."

"Just keep a bloody tight grip on it or it'll kick back and fuck up both the board and your fingers," Lasse warned.

"Don't say that, Lasse!" Jim quickly said.

"It's the truth."

"Is it?" Matt asked.

"Yes, but it won't happen. Not if you do as I tell you."

There were no cut off fingers or fucked up boards that day, since Matt was much too nervous to not do exactly as Jim demonstrated and told him. He held on to the handle of the circular saw so tightly his fingers ached from it when they paused at one o'clock.

"Okay, after lunch I want both of you to work on the floor and I'll quickly finish the rest of the joints. You did very well on your own, Lasse, I just really want them all done today."

"You want us to work on the floor alone?"

"Yes, Matt. When you get to the last boards, I'll make the long cuts, they are trickier than the shorter ones you've done so far. And then we can all put the finishing layer of compound over the joints. There'll be no telling where they are after we've finished with them."

Once the two boys began to truly cooperate they managed to finish the floor before 3:30 in afternoon. Jim had finished with the joints, all they had to do was to sand and feather in the edges, a job that didn't take long as all three of them worked on it. At 5:30 PM, Jim declared it was the end of a very fruitful work day.

***

There was still lots to be done, yet Jim still hoped for being able to move in by the next weekend. If Lasse ever were to be permitted to spend an entire weekend with him, Jim would need a house with furniture in it, not just an empty shell with a mattress on the floor in one of the rooms. Besides, Jim was quickly running out of steam from having spent almost every day of his three weeks long vacation working on the house.

And on Monday, I'll have to go back to work. I'd rather lie on the couch for three weeks doing nothing but eating crisps and binge-watch Friends episodes. Oh, well. Once the wallpaper is hung on the walls, I can take my time with the rest of the stuff that needs done. I'll work for an hour here and there and before I know it, it'll be winter and the lower floor of the house will be all done.

"What should we do now?" Matt asked.

"Now, we'll wash the grime off our faces, then it'll be time for you to go home, Matt…"

"Aw, man!" Matt exclaimed with regret.

"… So you can pick up your swimwear and towel. We'll relax for a bit in the swimming pool, then have dinner at the café there. You need to check in with your mam to make sure it's okay."

"She's at work now."

"Your mam's at work on a Saturday?"

"Uh-huh."

"When will she be home?"

"Late. After I go to bed."

"Who'll look after you then?"

"I can mind myself."

"You're a ten year-old boy, Matt. You can't mind yourself yet."

"I can too. Mum needs the money to pay for my swimming. If she doesn't work, I can't swim."

"Hmm," Jim said, and even though he could tell Lasse was silently pleading with him not to, he continued, "No, that won't do. I can't let you go home and spend the evening and who knows how many hours of the night alone. You'll sleep here with me tonight and then I'll talk to your mam tomorrow."

"Really?" Matt asked excitedly while Lasse's jaw dropped in shock.

"Yes. If anything should happen to you and I could've done something to prevent it… No. I can't think of any other way."

***

Man and boys piled into the Jetta with Lasse claiming his usual spot, the front passenger seat, without asking Matt where he might want to sit. He didn't speak a word during the four minutes' drive to Matt's house, not until the boy had left the car to go fetch his swimsuit and towel.

"Jim!" He said, "You had better not be doing anything with Matt tonight."

"Relax, Lassie. He's just going to be sleeping next to me in your pop's sleeping bag. Nothing will happen, not unle…"

"Stop! I don't want to hear you say it."

"It's true, though. And he won't be taking your place regardless of what might happen."

Lasse looked past Jim at the boy unlocking the front door to his house. He hoped for the door to jam shut after him so Matt would be trapped inside of his house. Unfortunately, Matt only reached inside the doorway and picked up a small nylon bag, slung it over his shoulder and relocked the door. Within seconds, Matt got back into the rear of the car with a big smile on his face.

***

"Let's go have some fun, lads. Put on your costumes and head for the pool. You worked very hard today and you've earned yourselves a bit of fun."

Well, it better not be the kind of fun we had this morning you have in mind for Matt, Lasse thought, Though, I can tell why you'd be interested.

The buns of the 5 cm [c. 2"] taller boy standing under the shower head next to him were like steel when he lifted up his feet one at a time to put on his skimpy speedos. Even those looked awesome on Matt, they were all black with a gold trim. The trim highlighted the private parts of the boy and made them stand out even more, though the boy really didn't need a golden trim to show off his much-larger-than-Lasse's lump.

Lasse hefted up his own swimshorts and followed the boy into the pool area. He watched how Matt's buttocks shifted underneath the stretchy material and all of a sudden he felt terribly modest when he realized his own buttocks had to be showing too. He quickly tugged at the short legs of his swimshorts and increased the length of his steps until he reached the edge of the large basin. Instead of climbing awkwardly down the slippery aluminium ladder, like he had done during his first visit to the pool, he jumped feet first into the water.

"If you do that again, Lasse," Matt warned him, "Take a larger step out over the water. You almost hit the back of your head into the deck."

"Okay, sorry."

"It's your head that'll hurt from it, but if you knock yourself out, I'd have to drag your sorry arse back out of the pool. Come, let's practice swimming for a bit until Jim gets in. You can't keep paddling like a dog, it might be simple to learn but it isn't very effective. I'll teach you how to do the breaststroke, how to move your legs, anyway. Grab the edge of the deck with both your hands and use your arms to keep your head above water."

"Like this?"

"Yep, relax your legs now and let me move your feet back to where they're s'posed to be. No, just relax, Lasse, I'm not going to let go of them."

"It tickles!"

"Oh, sorry," Matt moved his hands to Lasse's ankles and when he felt the boy relaxed again he pulled back on them. "Your heels need to nearly touch your bum, both at the same time at the start of the stroke, keep your knees close together, and then turn your feet outwards, and kick back and down as hard as you can while you spread out your knees.

"Then at the end of the kick, turn your feet inwards again, and put them as close as you can along with your knees before you pull your feet back up to your bum. Feet outwards, kick back and down, like a frog jumping, feet in, knees in and pull up. Right, try it yourself a couple of times while I hold your feet."

"It feels like I'm pushing myself into the wall."

"That's because you are. Keep doing it while I get something, try to keep your legs up and away from the bottom."

"'K."

Matt climbed out of the pool, picked up a flotation board he had seen and brought it back to the pool where Lasse was still swimming up against the wall.

"'K, you can stop now. Here, try this. Hold it under your chest and lean your chin on it. Back up against the side of the pool and kick your feet back and use them to push off of the side. Yes, and now you kick just like you did before."

"Keep kicking, don't stop until you get to the other side. Then kick yourself back here."

I'm doing it! I'm really swimming! Lasse thought while he slowly but steadily kicked himself across the pool.

"Very well done," Jim praised Matt when he joined him at the side of the pool.

"Lasse's a quick learner. If not for his heart, he could probably join the team next year."

"Unfortunately Lasse will only ever be swimming for the exercise. But, there are other sports he can take up. Shooting for instance."

"Shooting?"

"Yep, I had a look at the sports available in this town. Turns out there's an indoors firing range at your school."

"Oh, yeah, it's down in the basement. Do you think he'll be able to do that?"

"I can't see why not. I did for a while when I was a couple of years older than you. It isn't very physically demanding, and at his age, he'll be able to use stands for the rifle, even in competitions. He'll simply have to adjust the stands while aiming and then pull the trigger. The rifle will do the rest, a twenty-two doesn't have much of a recoil."

"That sounds sick."

"Why don't you come with us? The range is open on Wednesday evenings."

"Nah, I would, but mum spends so much money on my swimming. And, sometimes I'm gone for entire weekends for rallies."

"Lasse told me you have a lot of medals."

"Uh-huh. I don't really like showing them off but mum made me hang them from my bookshelf."

"You should be proud of your achievements though."

"I just like to swim and be good at it. I don't do it to beat other kids."

"There's no shame in being better at something than others."

"Guess not. Hey, Lasse, toss me that board, we're here to play not exercise. Want to do that ball game again?"

"Sure," Lasse panted from the side of the pool. "Give me a minute. To catch my breath."

"I'll go get a ball. And you did really well, Lasse. Pretty soon you'll be swimming for real without any assistance."

***

Lasse fought with his emotions. He liked Matt, truly liked him as a friend, and Jim even more so. He loved being with them and playing with them but he absolutely hated whenever one of the two had to bare their bums. Not the action in itself, as it was simply part of the rules for the game; No, it was what happened whenever Jim or Matt turned around and pulled the back of their swimsuits down. Both man and boy would let their heads go underneath the water and stare at the other's bare butt in front of them.

He knew both of them did the same when he fouled the ball, had looked back over his shoulder and watched their heads disappear under the water. He didn't mind that, they could stare at his bare bum as much as they wanted to. No, it was when Matt bared his bum and Jim looked at it, that Lasse's jealousy burned within his body, almost to the point where the pool water began sizzling around him. It wasn't much better when Matt stared at Jim's hairy bum.

He wants to play with him. I'm sure of it. Tonight, they won't just be going to sleep and wake up without touching each other. Matt will do something and Jim will not stop him. And I can't do jack shit to prevent it from happening, Lasse thought and missed the beach ball when Matt slapped at it and sent it towards him.

That's when Lasse did something Matt had yet to do, something Lasse felt certain Matt wouldn't dare to ever do. Instead of simply baring his bum, Lasse used his fingers to spread his bum cheeks far apart and held them spread out for a good ten seconds before he hurriedly hiked his swimshorts back up in place. He quickly turned around to watch the reactions to his bold move.

Matt still couldn't believe what he had just witnessed Lasse do. Not two metres [c. 6.5 feet] from him, the boy had shown him his butthole! It had been somewhat distorted under water and he strongly berated himself for having left his swimming goggles in the nylon bag in the locker. He had never seen a boy's butthole before, not for as long and as unrestricted as Lasse had been showing his.

Lasse could tell Matt was dumbfounded, though he couldn't tell what went on in the other boy's mind. When the play resumed and Jim sent an easy ball to Matt, he purposely missed it. And did just what Lasse had done. He spread out his bum cheeks, too.

Jim, not knowing exactly what had gotten into his two young friends, but enjoyed the show nonetheless, didn't do anything to interrupt the strange duel taking place in the pool. He kept the ball in play, though the two boys seemed determined to just let the ball bounce off of their heads instead of passing it on.

Crap and fucking shit! Lasse thought when Matt picked up his challenge and just responded to it like it was no big deal. Well, in your face, Matt!

Lasse slipped his swimshorts down, spread his buttocks with the fingers of one hand and pushed his index finger into his bum. It burnt somewhat as it went in, but he kept pushing it inside until it couldn't get any further in. He quickly slid it back out and got his swimshorts back up in place.

Matt resurfaced in a fit of giggles. He had never thought anyone would stick their finger into their bum, he certainly didn't want to do the same, not with Jim present.

If it was only Lasse who would see me do it, then maybe, Matt thought and gave the blushing boy a thumbs up.

Lasse smiled victoriously, though his cheeks were burning from embarrassment, when he saw Matt didn't foul the next time the ball was sent his way. The other boy simply bounced it on to Lasse who effortlessly passed it on to Jim.

Chapter 33

Jim made sure both boys washed their bodies well before they left the showers. He didn't have a working shower at home, and though he enjoyed swimming pools, he didn't much appreciate the smell of chlorine. He dropped off Lasse on the way home, unfortunately he couldn't see him off with a small kiss with Matt in the car with them. He hugged his little lover boy and told him good night before he drove the last stretch back to his own house.

Matt stayed buckled in sitting in the rear seat for the short drive. He was still overwhelmed from what Lasse had done and having no one else to talk to about the strange behaviour of his new friend, he decided he simply had to ask Jim. He waited until they were safe within the man's house, however.

"Did you see Lasse stick his finger in his bum?" He asked as soon as the front door was closed and locked.

"Yes," Jim said cautiously keeping his voice as neutral as he could. He had made a promise to Lasse of not being the one to instigate anything between Matt and himself. Besides, he still really didn't know Matt well.

"That was so sick!"

"You think so?"

"Yes! I mean, I've never seen anyone's butthole, not for as long as Lasse showed his anyway. And then he stuck his finger in it too!"

"Have you been trying to look at boy's buttholes?"

"Erm, not really. But in a locker room full of kids getting changed it's kinda hard not to see things. Only, erm, it all happens so quickly then."

"It must be, I don't know, kind of fun to watch?"

"I saw you watching me and Lasse. When we got changed and showered. And in the pool too."

"Heh, well, like you said yourself, it's hard not to look. I'd have to put a bag over my head for the entire time, if I wasn't to see anything."

"Haha," Matt laughed, a bit nervously, "Erm, do you enjoy watching us?"

"That's a tricky question to answer. But, the short version would be yes."

"Why?"

"So you want the longer version. Well, I don't know for sure. I guess it kind of reminds me of when I was your age. Though, I was never as toned as you."

"Aw, thanks. Did you ever think about, nah, forget it. It's silly."

"What do I ever think of? There are no silly or stupid questions, Matt. Only stupid answers."

"Promise you won't tell Lasse if I ask you?"

"Only if you make the same promise."

"Okay. Did you ever want to do, erm, more than just watch other kids? I mean, when you were a kid yourself?"

"If I wanted to, hmm, touch them?"

"Yes. And have them touch you?"

"I did. I think there comes a time in everyone's life where they wonder what something like that would be like."

"So it isn't weird?"

"No. It's pretty normal."

"Do you think, erm, you know Lasse better than I do… Do you think, he might, I dunno, want to do, erm, that with me?"

"I honestly don't know."

"Nah, I didn't think he would, anyway."

"I'm not saying he wouldn't be interested, only that I don't know."

"Would you?"

"Would I…?"

"Erm, be interested?"

"In?"

"Y'know. Touching me? And, erm, let me, uh, touch you?"

"Yes. However, Matt…"

"I know. No one can ever know."

"Not a living soul. And most importantly, Lasse can never know."

"You do, erm, stuff with him? Is that why he did that thing today, stuck his finger up his bum?"

"This works both ways, Matt. Lasse can't ever know what we do, and whether or not I do anything with Lasse isn't any of your concern."

"So you do! I knew it! Okay, I don't need to know. But, will you do stuff with me, too?"

"That depends."

"On?"

"What you want us to do."

"I get to choose?"

"Within certain limits. And if we are going to do anything, you can't ever try to blackmail me. It won't work."

"Oh, I wouldn't do that."

"Just know this, if you ever try to, I'll just go turn myself in to the police. Then you'd be in the spotlight having to explain how it was you who came on to me in the first place."

"You don't have to threaten me, man, just forget I ever asked. I'll go home now."

"Relax, Matt, I really do want to. I'll do stuff with you, whatever you want. Just remember what I told you. Oh, you also need to accept that it can never be more than two friends playing games with each other. I'm not looking for a little lover boy."

"Eww! I bet Lasse's your little lover," Matt stated frankly.

"If you really must know, then yes. And no one can ever replace him. Not even you."

"That's okay. I'm not gay. I just want to do sex stuff. It's all I can think of when I'm in a locker room now."

Puberty, Jim thought, Matt must be an early bloomer. It's just the hormones ravaging his body.

"Lasse isn't gay either, nor am I, just for the record. Anyway, so what do you think of doing with the boys you see getting changed in front of you? When they get all naked and you see their lithe backsides and pricks?"

"Oh, man. I just want to touch them. Feel them up. I've no idea what else to do."

"Want me to teach you about sex? I promise, it won't be boring like school."

"Would you?"

"Yeah. We'll take it slow until we figure out what you like. If there's something you don't like, just tell me and we won't be doing it again."

"Is that how you do it with Lasse?"

"Uh-uh, Matt. Don't go there. I won't tell you and neither will he, if you should ever ask him."

"I won't. He's angry with me already. I like him a lot and I want to be his friend, but, I really want to do stuff with you too. Isn't that terribly wrong?"

"I'm not asking you to choose between him and me. I've tried to tell him that he has nothing to worry about and he really doesn't. But, he does need a friend more than I need another boy to do stuff with. A friend his own age, one of the cool kids, such as yourself. Don't stop trying to befriend him, sooner or later he'll cave in and you'll be real friends."

"Well, we'd never be able to convince him that I'm not doing stuff with you so I guess we might as well do it. I'll do what I can to be friends with him as long as he doesn't go all mad and wants to fight me."

"I doubt he would, he can get very upset but he directs his anger towards himself, not other people. Anyway, he needs to learn the world doesn't revolve around him. He can't have everything he points his finger at and the sooner he learns it, the sooner he'll be able to content himself with what he can have."

"That sounds like bullocks to me."

"Maybe it is, though I sure hope not. Anyway, Lasse isn't here right now. We are all alone and you want to know what it's like to feel up someone else and be felt up. Why don't we get started on that?"

"Like, erm, right now?"

"Well, I already treated you to dinner… No, it doesn't have to be right now if you aren't comfortable with it. We can just sit and talk and get to know each other a little better, then go to bed."

"It is still early. Way too early to go to bed."

"Too early for sleeping, yes, but beds aren't just for that. Just like pools aren't only made for swimming, beds can be loads of fun too."

"I bet you don't mean 'haha' funny."

"Heh, no. Well, they can be fun in that way too, but no. What I meant is this," Jim said and quickly moved so he stood right in front of Matt and lightly cupped his buttocks in his hands.

Matt's buttocks were firmer than Lasse's and they felt more masculine to Jim. Instantly and intuitively he realized Matt wouldn't be interesting in cuddling and kissing like Lasse, Jim didn't even have to ask the kid standing in front of him if he wanted to or not. The look on Matt's face told him he was far more interested in raw sex rather than intimacy and romance. If Jim had been in doubt for a brief moment, Matt's hands suddenly grasping his arse strongly, fiercely, and determinedly, told him everything he needed to know.

***

Meanwhile, even though it was Saturday evening, Lasse was trying to study for school. He had nothing better to do, he certainly wasn't interested in watching Voice Junior with his mum, though it probably would've been more fun than trying to think of something to write for his Danish essay. The topic was 'Write your own horror story,' and Lasse had to come up with a location for the story, a cast and nine scary adjectives that had to be incorporated into the story.

It should have been an easy task, Lasse had heard his fair share of horror stories, but all he could think of was what Jim and Matt might be doing together at that very moment.

Maybe they're working on the house? Nah, there's nothing they could do except for hanging wallpapers and Jim hasn't even bought them yet. He won't be buying them until tomorrow, Lasse thought and gasped from despair, Maybe Jim is sponge bathing Matt right now! While they're kissing and Matt sucking on Jim's prick.

The thought was too shocking and frightening to ignore, though the impossibility of Jim and Matt doing all three things at once should have calmed Lasse and told him his mind was only playing tricks on him. Instead, he reached for his smartphone, unlocked the screen and tapped the icon for Skype. He waited impatiently for the app to load, tapped his username and waited once more for it to connect.

Aw, shoot, Jim isn't online!

It didn't faze him, he entered a short message to Jim, simply wrote "Hi!" and sent it. Lasse waited for two minutes, then sent Jim a text message, also just saying "Hi!" When after a minute there was no reply to his text message either, he sent a text to Matt.

***

"No, leave it," Jim said when Matt reached for his smartphone, "I ignored mine."

"It could be something important," Matt objected but soon forgot about his phone and the text waiting to be read. It didn't matter anyway, his phone was in his trousers pocket and Jim was busy pushing them down off his hips.

They were in Jim's little entrance hall, hadn't moved from it since they had arrived at the man's house and Matt asked the question that had led up to Jim feverishly pushing the tight trousers down without undoing them. He was still groping Matt's firm buttocks with alternating hands while he worked the trousers downwards. He wanted to see and feel them in the flesh, as much as Matt wanted to feel his. They ground their groins together, Jim having bent in his knees to make the middle of their bodies connect and mash up against each other.

"Orrh, yeah," Matt kept uttering, the boy scarcely believing his dream was about to come true, though in a different way than he had originally thought. Instead of being with an age mate, he was grinding his firmed-up willy against an equally as hard prick belonging to a man old enough to be his dad. It didn't matter to Matt right then, he was feeling extremely horny and would have ground his dick up against an electric fence, if anyone at that very moment had told him it would feel nice to do so.

Jim was lost in his own thoughts, Matt was one seriously horny kid, a very good-looking kid with an arse to die for. His stiff prick was larger than Lasse's, around 11 cm [c. 4.3"] long and as fat as Jim's thumb, as he found out when he finally got the bloody tight trousers and the tight underwear worked past Matt's buttocks and down to his thighs. Right after letting go of the trousers Jim began wanking Matt's stiff prick.

"Uh, oh, orrrh," Matt groaned and began humping the hand fisted around his willy. It felt tons better than when he had wanked himself while picturing himself with one of the boys from his swim team or, as of lately, Lasse.

Jim let go of Matt's prick almost as soon as he had grabbed hold of it, he could tell Matt was about to cum and even though he wanted the boy to cum, he didn't want it to happen so soon and certainly not while standing only just inside his house. He ignored Matt's whimpering and the pleading voice begging with him to keep doing it.

"Not here, you horny puppy. Not when there's a mattress not five metres [c. 16 feet] away."

Matt had to accept Jim's decision, though he found it hard not to simply grab hold of his own prick and give it the few tugs required to bring forth the wickedest feelings in his body. He had to accept because Jim held onto his wrists and dragged him towards the man's study. Without being told to, Matt dived onto the mattress and pushed his trousers and underwear as far down his legs as they would go. He managed to get them halfway over his shoes when they got stuck.

"Here, let me help you," Jim said and grabbed the shoes by the heels through the trousers and liberated the boy from both shoes, his trousers and underwear in one fluid motion. Quickly both of his ankle socks sailed through the air towards where his other clothes had been tossed.

Matt sat up on the mattress and tried to take off his undershirt and polo shirt at the same time when Jim pushed him back down. In the next moment he found himself lying face down and felt his legs being spread out. Before Matt could even start to think of moving them back, Jim sat on his knees in between his feet and massaged his bum cheeks with his hands.

"Yeah, kid. You do have a nice muscular arse," Jim said in a low appreciative voice and bent closer to it, only stopping when his nose hovered right above the crack. Without much thought he brought his mouth even closer to the hole.

"Thanks, Jim," Matt said and gasped when he felt what could only be Jim's tongue swiping over his butthole.

"Right tasty too," Jim muttered to himself and licked it again, "Very tasty!"

"Orrrh, man that feels sick!" Matt exclaimed lost in the feelings from having his butthole licked at.

Jim, smitten by Matt's youthful excitement and apparent willingness, soon shifted from merely licking at the boy's arsehole and started to probe into it with the firmed up tip of his tongue. He pushed his tongue hard against the strong muscle, poked at it as if his tongue was a little prick.

Matt wasn't sure of what to think of something being pushed into his butt, hadn't ever thought of buttholes being used for anything other than a means to get rid of solid waste, not until he had witnessed Lasse pushing a finger into his own butt.

It feels sick! He concluded and began humping the mattress underneath him, "Orrrh, yeah! Lick my butthole!" he encouraged Jim.

"Push down, relax your hole," Jim said, offering the same advice as he had given grown women before. Grown perhaps, but not nearly as horny as this tween boy.

And certainly not as much into having their arses licked as this kid, Jim thought when he could feel the muscle relax almost instantly. He licked harder at it, doubled his efforts to drill his tongue inside the hot tunnel tasting better the further inside he managed to lick. It was no longer the weak flavour of chlorine, he had on his tongue, no it had turned into the true taste of butt.

Matt's arse tasted much the same as the grown women he had persuaded into letting him play with their arses like that, felt the same to his tongue and his brain reacted in much the same way. It reminded him of his past experiences when he had licked an arsehole and gotten it so wet with spittle and the mucus from inside that his prick would be able to slide into it. Matt's low grunts and gasps resembled those of one of his past girlfriends, one who enjoyed anal sex as much as Jim did himself.

Without ever pausing to ask Matt if it was what he wanted, Jim simply kept licking and transferring spit to the tight opening, preparing it to be fucked.

Matt kept humping the mattress, the feelings in his stiff willy and his butthole built towards one epic climax, one that without question would be far better than any he had ever been able to bring forth on his own. He scarcely noticed it when Jim stopped licking at his arse, sat up and quickly undid his belt and trousers.

Jim kept his eyes centred on the arse in front of him, glistening from his spittle. The arsehole was twitching, almost as if it was begging him to hurry up and fill it out with his prick. He quickly spat two times into his hand and slicked up his bared prick head with it, even while he quickly positioned himself above Matt's prone boy body. He moved his knees outwards, placed them so they were outside of Matt's and he used them to push the toned legs of the boy closer together.

He pushed his hips downwards while aiming his prick for the tight arsehole, a task that was made easier when he trapped Matt's still pumping hips underneath him. He managed to keep himself in check once the tip of his flared prick head touched the boy's buttocks. He pushed in slowly and carefully, paused at times, felt and listened for when the boy below him was ready for more of his ultra-stiff prick inside of him.

Matt, who had been on the very brink of what he thought would be the most thrilling orgasm of his life, was more scared than he had ever been. He feared for what was about to happen, for what was happening right at that very moment, and what Jim would do if he was to yell out and tell him to stop. The massive prick he had not so long ago so happily ground his own smaller stiffy up against was now slowly stretching his butthole further than it had ever been stretched before and it hurt.

The boy wondered if he was the one to blame, if he had done something to lead the man to believe he wanted for him to push his prick into his hurting butthole.

All I wished for was to feel up someone and have them feel me up, Matt reminded himself, and tried to pinpoint the moment when Jim had gotten it wrong, all so very and terribly wrong! Even while the boy thought, the prick relentlessly pushed further inside of him every time he relaxed his butthole.

"Ouw," Matt moaned in pain yet again, and again Jim let up the pressure a little. Not enough for the powerful arsehole to expel his prick, only enough for his prick to stay put and not sink any further into the very tight boy. Already half of his prick head was inside the narrow tunnel guarded by the band of muscle tissue squeezing it so tightly he was afraid he wouldn't be pushing much more of his prick inside before he'd cum.

And just like before, Jim felt the muscle relax and immediately he pushed the rest of his glans inside. The pressure built up around his prick again, though this time it was behind the flared head of it.

"Good lad," Jim whispered while he paused.

"Ow, it hurts," Matt wailed in a low voice.

"It always hurts a little at first. The pain will go away when you get used to it."

"It hurts bad!"

"We'll wait for it to stop hurting. Firm up your arsehole as much as you can and hold it for a while, then relax… Yes, just like that. Do it again a couple of times."

Even though it hurt more when Matt squeezed his butthole tight around the fat intruder trapped inside of it, the pain eased ever so little when he relaxed it again. He took a couple of deep breaths, like he always did when he stood at the 3m [c. 10 feet] diving platform and worked up the courage needed to take the jump into the pool. He squeezed Jim's prick as hard as he could and gasped from the pain, held it as long as he could and relaxed.

"Ooooh," Jim gasped out in pleasure, This kid's arse is tighter than a sixty year-old nun's pussy!

Jim had never tried to fuck a nun, nor was he so inclined as to give one a go, but Matt's arse was tight enough to block the blood supply to Jim's prick head when he squeezed it shut. Even so, Jim could feel the tightness let up bit by bit as Matt alternated between tightening his arsehole and relaxing it. It was still tight when he pushed further into it, just half a cm [0.2"], to test the boy.

"Argh!" Matt gasped when he felt the prick move into him, it didn't feel as bad as it had initially, however. It still doesn't feel nice. Not at all!

Jim could tell from the very different gasp, and how the boy remained mostly motionless underneath him, that he was close to being able to properly fuck the kid. To glide his prick in and out of the boy's arse until he'd shoot his sperm into it. He hoped for being able to last a while, but knew it would be next to impossible. Already, from Matt's squeezing his arsehole unmercifully around his prick, he was near the point of no return.

"I'm gonna cum real soon," he told Matt who wasn't at all saddened to hear him say it. Though his butthole wasn't acutely in pain any longer, it was still aching, throbbing around the stiff pole of Jim's prick. Whenever he firmed up his butt cheeks, in turn squeezing his butthole tight, it sent a pulse of pain through his body. Instead, he tried to keep it as relaxed as he could until Jim had finished what Matt still wasn't sure just how he had initiated.

Jim pushed in a little more and withdrew just a bit, still keeping his prick head embedded inside the tightest arse he had ever fucked. He feared if it popped back out before he came, he'd never be able to get it back into the kid again. He paused for a short time, giving both himself and Matt a chance to recoup and then pushed in again, further this time, as the still clinging arsehole had relaxed just a little more.

"Oouurrrh," Matt moaned when something deep inside of him, amidst all the pain, sent out a small inkling of it feeling nice. Not wicked, nor sick. Just nice. It was too brief a sensation, almost too discreet for the boy to really notice at first. He was by far more pleased of the prick being moved into him didn't hurt as much as it had initially.

Maybe Jim is right. Maybe it only hurts at first. But it fucking hurt a lot!

Fortunately for Matt, his first ever time being fucked and Jim's first fuck in almost three years didn't take long. Four minutes of relatively careful thrusting was all it took for Jim. The last ten thrusts were longer and much more powerful than the first fifty or so and Jim was shoving more than half of his prick into Matt's arse when he started to come inside of it.

Matt felt the stiff prick pulse inside of him and knew instinctively Jim was climaxing. He couldn't feel the sperm shooting out into his butt, didn't know anything about it, not until Jim slowly pulled his prick out of his butt.

"When my prick pops out, squeeze your arsehole shut. Don't let anything spill onto the sheet," Jim said when he noticed what the part of his prick that had been inside Matt's arse looked like. As clean as the boy's arse had been while he had licked and prepared it, it sure wasn't in the same state now after he had fucked it, "I'll get you some tissues you can hold up against your arsehole until you sit on the loo."

"'K," Matt said shakily, happy for having survived the ordeal, that it hadn't taken longer, and that it hadn't been worse than it was.

"When you've finished on the loo, it's time for you to cum and then we'll go to sleep."

"Okay. Jim?"

"Yes?"

"Is this what you do to Lasse?"

"Maybe," Jim said, "But I'm not telling. Here."

Matt took the tissue, folded it and gingerly held it against his butthole while he went to sit on the toilet as instructed. He had thought Lasse was one hell of a tough kid, having been through heart surgery and coping with being fiercely bullied by most everyone, though never Matt, at school. Now, he was even more impressed with the smaller kid, being fucked in the butt by Jim's massive pole of a prick was no small feat. There simply wasn't anything small when it came to the man's prick.

Even his friggin' balls are huge!

Chapter 34

Lasse was out of bed Sunday morning, earlier than ever before. He had hardly gotten any sleep at all, having constantly checked his phone to see if either of his two friends had responded to his messages. At 5:07 AM he decided to get up. The sun was only just rising when he left his house and walked towards Jim's. He feared for the worse, maybe a lightning had struck the house again and both of his friends were lying dead inside. It was the only possible explanation he could think of for neither of them to respond to his messages.

He refused to consider other and more realistic reasons for the two not to check their phones, but when he approached the house and could look past the tall hedge, he could see both of the new roof vents were unharmed. He silently pushed open the small gate to Jim's garden and snuck up to where he could look in through the window of the man's study. It was shut tight and the sheet, Jim had nailed to the wall as an improvised curtain, blocked most of the view into the room.

There was only a small gap between wall and sheet, too narrow for him to see the mattress he knew was there. All he could see was a small part of the floor just in front of the doorway leading into the hallway. There, he saw the trousers Matt had worn the previous day, and inside of them, he could just make out the waistband of the boy's Fruit of the Loom briefs.

Lasse sighed heavily and began to slowly walk back to his house.

***

"How was your sleep?" Jim asked Matt when he finally saw the boy lazily stretching his body. Jim had been awake for thirty minutes, had quietly walked to the toilet and drained his bladder, flushed it and gotten back under the warm duvet, all without waking Matt.

"Bad. The sleeping bag is way too warm. It sticks to my skin," Matt said and yawned again.

"Sorry."

"S'ok. I got into it myself, din't I?"

"Mm, you did. Do you want breakfast?"

"I should probably just go home. If mum finds out I didn't sleep in my bed, she'll be pissed."

"Right. I really should talk to her. You're too young to be minding yourself in the evenings."

"No! You can't talk to her. She'll wonder how you found out and get all mad at me for telling. It's okay, really. I've been minding myself since I was eight."

"That's not okay, not at all, Matt!"

"It's only me and mum. There's no one else to look after me when she's at work. It isn't often she has to work late, anyway. Mostly she only ever does it when I'm at swim rallies."

"I don't like it. You're only a kid, you shouldn't have to…"

"But, I do, don't I? Just leave it alone, if you talk to mum, she'll get fucking pissed at both of us and she'll tell me I can't ever talk to you again."

"Alright, I won't talk to her, though I ought to. If you ever need someone, you can always ring me on my phone."

"How? I don't have your number."

"Give me your phone, I'll add it while you go have a pee."

"'K," Matt said, unzipped the sleeping bag and went to where his trousers lay on the floor. He located his phone and threw it onto the mattress next to Jim, "Here, the pin is 6666."

"Kind of too easy to guess isn't it?" Jim asked the boy who had already left the study and was halfway to the bathroom.

"Nah, you only have three attempts before the phone completely locks you out," Matt said loud enough for his voice to be heard by Jim. He stepped in front of the toilet, skinned his foreskin back and aimed for the inside wall of the bowl. When his stream of pee was freely flowing in the direction he wanted it to, he reached back with one hand and used his index finger to assess the state of his butthole. It was tender and felt a bit puffed-up, though not as bad as he had feared.

"It was Lasse who sent you a text while we made out last night," Jim said after he unlocked the phone and read the message.

"Oh? What did he want?"

"Nothing, he just wrote hi."

"That's all?"

"Yes. Just hi and an exclamation mark. I s'pose it could be tween code for something entirely different, but to me it just sounds like he says hi."

"That's all it means," Matt said when he returned to the study, "Tween code, heh, that's funny. Have you finished with it?"

"Yes, I added my number to it. I just need to quickly ring my phone and I have yours," Jim tapped the proper button, then hung up when he heard his phone ring, "All set."

"Cool. I better write him back."

***

Lasse looked at his phone when it chirped cheerfully at him. He checked it, though he didn't really feel like doing so, felt too hurt to do anything but keep his face mashed deep into his pillow. The message was from Matt, one of the two people he least wanted to talk to at that very moment. The four words in the message, two of them only single letters really, was a simple question, one that only required a yes or no reply.

Lasse was about to put his phone back underneath his pillow when he changed his mind. It would only take him a split second to type and send a message. And he did.

Only twenty seconds later, he received another message.

Lasse was fed up from thinking, his head was physically aching from the many thoughts that had run through his mind. Jim had specifically told him that if Matt were to initiate something, then he would be unable to decline. Jim wasn't to blame.

It's only naturally he'd want to do stuff with Matt. He's perfect!

Jim had also told Lasse that Matt would never be able to take over the special place inside the man's heart. That Lasse had nothing to fear in that regard. But, before he could agree to spend any time with Matt, he wanted to make absolutely sure it was still true, and so he sent a text to Jim.

***

Jim checked his phone when it beeped. There were two unread text messages on it and a notification from Skype about a message waiting there as well. He read the first text, saw it was from Lasse and it was from the previous evening. That message was easy to decode, it was simply a greeting. Exactly the same as Matt had received from Lasse at almost the same time. The next message was harder to decrypt and Jim had to think for a long while before he worked it out.

What the hell does l b mean? Oh! 'Lover Boy', Jim finally concluded and sent a message back.

***

Lasse had to wait for three minutes and 23 seconds before the reply from Jim popped up on his phone.

Lasse read the four words and they thrilled him. Apparently whatever Jim and Matt had done together, it hadn't been so good as to make Jim forget about him. Lasse couldn't go to his older friend's house that day, Hilda had insisted just before she told him goodnight that he'd give the man a break, but she hadn't told him he couldn't go to Matt's house. He quickly wrote a reply to Matt, agreeing to meet up.

***

"I gotta go now," Matt told Jim, "Lasse's coming to my place in thirty minutes."

"Okay. Remember, if you ever need someone, day or night, I'm only a message or phone call away. You have my number now, use it!"

"I will. Want me to say hi to your little lover for you?"

"Don't you dare!"

"Hey man, 'twas only a joke. No need to get all worked up. See you," Matt said and hurried out the door after quickly picking up the nylon bag with his swim kit in it.

***

Jim left his house shortly after Matt, got into his car and drove to his parents' house where he hitched his father's trailer up to his car. He did it quickly as he didn't want to be noticed by his mother, the last thing he wanted that morning was to be interrogated by her, and drove to the larger DIY centre nearby. Here, he bought wallpaper and tiles for all the rooms at the ground level in his house, as well as all the tools and materials for getting the job done. And he bought blinds. Lots of blinds.

Back at his house, he unloaded the trailer and immediately started working. He primed all of the drywalls and only when the last wall had been covered with diluted wallpaper paste did he allow himself a very short break for a late lunch. The first room was by then ready to be wallpapered. He had purposefully started priming the walls in the study, so far it was the single-most important of his house, and it was what he hanged wallpaper in first as well.

By dinner time, he installed a cobalt blue roller blind in the window recess in his study/bedroom. He had carefully measured the width of the window and cut the blind to fit perfectly in it. It blocked almost all light from the outside when he rolled the blind down, more importantly it left no gaps wide enough for anyone to look in through the window. The study was now as private as it could be without a door.

People would have to be in the hallway to look in to the study through the doorway, Jim thought after he checked to make sure, and I can live with that. Nothing will happen in my house when I have visitors who can't know about it. Inner doors can wait for a time.

It was good news since Jim didn't have the money to buy even one single door at the time. He only had the cash in his wallet left, his bank account was so close to 0 he couldn't get to the remaining funds from an ATM. The sack of coins Lasse had left in Jim's car was already spent, turned into materials for the house. But, he had everything he needed except for a new cooker and a fridge. Two things he planned to buy as soon as his pay check would go into his bank account.

Jim locked the front door to his house and went home to his parents. There were only 12 hours remaining until he had to be back at work. Something he certainly didn't look forward to.

***

Lasse, now lying in bed, wearing his Batman t-shirt and nothing else, and feeling quite adventurous from this, looked at his phone. Skype still told him that Jim was offline, unavailable for the boy to talk to, and he sighed. He wanted to talk to him, to tell him that he had figured out what it meant not having to belittle anyone in order to shine himself. He had found out when he had spent the morning in Matt's room, lying next to him on his bed and playing PES, Pro Evolution Soccer 2017.

Though Matt had tried his best and almost succeeded in beating Lasse in the game, he just hadn't been able to. Instead of being upset from losing, something Lasse no doubt would have become if the roles were reversed, Matt had congratulated Lasse every time he won a match.

"It's only a game, though," Lasse had said rejecting the praise, "You got all of your medals for doing something real."

"Pah," Matt scoffed, "They don't mean anything to me. I would trade them all for a friend in a heartbeat. Except I don't have to now that we're friends."

"Jim's your friend too."

"Yeah, I guess. He's okay but not like you and me. I do like him, he's just so old, like he's older than my mum! And he…" Matt found it hard to continue.

"He…?"

"He, erm, he likes to… Well, you know! He's one of them!"

"One of who?"

"A pedo! He's a child molester, Lasse!"

"Did he do anything to you?"

"Yes. He hurt me!"

"Didn't you tell him to stop?"

"No, but I told him it hurt and he said it always does at first and told me how it would hurt less after a time. It did get a little better but it still hurt, Lasse."

"You should've told him to stop if you didn't like it. He would've listened."

"If I had told him to stop, he wouldn't have done the nice things to me afterward. Now, that was wicked sick!"

"What did he…? No, wait. I really don't want to know."

"Don't worry, he told me not to tell anyone what we did last night. And I'm never going to tell on him. He cares for me, even if he is a pedo and it hurts when he does that, you know."

"Would you let him do it again?"

"Erm, maybe. Do you mind?"

"Nah, it's fine. Just don't tell on him. I really do like him lots."

"Even though he does stuff to you and it hurts?"

Lasse could vividly remember the painful sensation from his balls when Jim had squeezed them hard while wanking him and thought this was what Matt meant. "Yeah. It's just part of the experience. It doesn't hurt all that bad anymore, it's mostly just right after he's finished that I feel it. It stops hurting within five minutes now."

"Wow! You're a tough kid, Lasse. I can still feel what he did to me last night. Though I suppose it doesn't really hurt now, just feels sore."

"It was like that the first time for me too. You'll get used to it. Sometimes I even kind of enjoy it now, when it doesn't get too painful."

"That's what he said, that I'll get used to it."

"You will. If you keep letting him do it. I won't mind if you do, as long as you don't ask him to do something to you while I'm at his house. And don't tell me what you do with him."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to do it if I knew someone could hear or watch it happen. I don't even know if I want to again, it really did hurt last night."

"That's up to you. You're still my friend whatever you do with Jim, or don't do."

"You're my friend too. I'm glad you got the A5, if not I probably never would've started talking to you."

"It was actually Jim who told me to get it. He made it so I could afford it even if I didn't really have enough money to buy it."

"I guess I should thank him then."

"I'm sure you can find a way to do that. Just remember…"

"Yeah, yeah. No telling. I won't. And don't you tell me nothing either. I know you're his little lover, but I don't want to know what you two lovers might be doing to each other when you're all alone."

"Good. Because I'm not telling. Want another rematch? I can play one-handed this time to give you an even chance."

"Don't even think of it, I don't want to be beaten by a one-handed player. But I do want to play you again. You have to teach me how to curve the ball like you do."

"That's easy, all you have to do is…"

***

Lasse smiled when he thought back to how Matt had tried to kick the ball so that it would follow a curve while in the air, only getting it right after having tried to eleven consecutive times.

Unfortunately there was still no sign of Jim and Lasse was getting too tired to keep waiting for him. He put the phone down and pulled the covers up around him, turned onto his side and fell asleep.

Chapter 35

Monday morning got off to a bad start for Jim. It began long before he got to work, sitting in rush hour traffic with an accident blocking all lanes 5 km [c. 3 miles] ahead of him had been stressful but this was nothing compared to what awaited when he finally sat at his desk.

He tried to log on his laptop after having placed it in the docking station and was requested to change his password. The procedure of doing so clearly wasn't working. He attempted to change it two times and the second time he managed to get himself locked out from his computer, even when he attempted to log on to it after having removed it from the docking station.

Jim had thought going back to work would be bad enough in itself, but sitting at his office desk, with his phone perched between his shoulder and ear waiting to talk to one of the underpaid frontline supporters the bank had outsourced the IT department to, was even worse.

I'm stuck here at work and yet I can't do anything at all without my fucking computer! I could have been at home hanging wallpapers instead of this utter shit.

When finally Jim got through to the supporter, he was out of luck again.

"There's a problem with the synchronization between your workstation and the domain server," the supporter, who might as well have spoken Chinese, told Jim.

"Uh, okay. And what does that mean?"

"You'll have to reboot your computer and hit F12 during boot, when you get a boot menu, select boot from network…"

"Are you telling me I have to wait for it to reinstall the operating system?"

"I'm afraid so. It's what my check list tells me."

"But that'll take the rest of the morning! What about all the programs I've installed? And all of my settings?"

"If you've manually installed programs, then you'll have to reinstall them again. Your settings should be downloaded from your roaming profile, though they may have to be copied over to your new local profile."

"And how do I do that?" Jim asked frustrated.

"You can't. You'd need full administrative rights to do that. Once the computer has finished installing the new image, call me back and I'll copy the profile for you."

"Can I call you directly?"

"No, only via the helpdesk number."

"Thanks," Jim said ironically and hung up. Only then did he realize he had forgotten the name of the person he had just spoken to.

Fuck! What was it that had to be done? Copy the local profile to the roaming? Or the other way around?

He rebooted the laptop and hit F12 a fraction too late, and he just held down the power button until the computer shut off, instead of waiting for it to go through the start-up procedure.

It doesn't matter if something gets stuffed up from it, I'm about to reinstall everything anyway, Jim thought and sighed. He was well aware that reinstalling the operating system would take most of the morning, it had done so the first and only time he had been forced to do that. Then installing the extra programs Jim needed to do his work properly would take the longest.

This Monday morning, when Jim wished he had just driven to his house instead of going to work, the installation of the operating system seemed to take longer, much longer, than it had the first time.

He couldn't just sit and stare at the screen with its too-slowly moving progress bar, he had to look into what his colleagues had done to his clients' retirement savings accounts while he had been on vacation. The mainframe that held all the information was accessible through other means than his laptop.

Other and older, outdated means. Jim looked over at the grey terminal with its old tube monitor and 6 cm [2.3"] tall keyboard with keys that sounded almost exactly like an old typewriter when used.

He knew his eyes would be hurting long before lunch from having to stare at the old black and green flickering screen, but it was the only option he had. His ears picked up the hum from the monitor immediately when he powered it up and had to wait for a full thirty seconds before he could make out the old green ASCII style letters saying 'IBM'.

***

Lasse enjoyed his morning much more than Jim, though it was Monday and he knew he'd be leaving school even before the youngest kids would be let out, to go exercise at the hospital. He know Jim wouldn't come to pick him up from school and make the exercising just a little more tolerable, for his older friend had went back to work.

But Lasse now had Matt, his same-age friend, his mate, to talk to. And in class too. The teacher had told them to form team up, two and two's, for assignments. The two mates had looked at each other and smiled at the exact same time.

They had brainstormed together, making suggestions of how to present the result of their little project to the class, quickly agreeing to make it a PowerPoint presentation though neither of them really knew how to use the computer program. It was a lot harder to decide on which of Astrid Lindgren's many books they should make a synopsis of.

"I think we should do this," Lasse said and picked up the book he found the most interesting.

"Not that, it reminds me too much of myself," Matt said and picked up another book, "This one's better."

"Pippi Longstocking? No way, Matt, I'm not reading a book about a girl. Why not Mio, my son? It sounds sort of interesting."

"Because it's about an orphan who has no parents. Let's just take this, Emil's clever pig."

"Alright then. I like the movies, they're fun."

***

When Lasse had gotten through the day and was back at home, he got a snack from the fridge, got into bed and propped his back up against the wall. He started reading the book about Emil from a Swedish town called Lönneberga, though it wasn't long until his eyes began to droop and he fell asleep.

Jim got into his car while Lasse napped, he had left work early as the problems with his laptop weren't over yet. The operating system had been successfully installed and all of the programs too, but his settings had all been reset to default. He had called tech support again and explained how he needed to have his settings back after reinstalling his computer.

The tech supporter, not the one he spoken to earlier in the day, misunderstood what Jim wanted and copied the local, and default profile, from the laptop onto the server. The solution was to restore his profile from a backup.

Jim felt relieved for not having lost his carefully tweaked settings, though he would have to leave his laptop plugged in at work overnight. The supporter had to first find out which tape Jim's data had been stored to, find this tape and then restore the data from it. It wouldn't happen instantly and Jim was too fed up from having to work using the old mainframe terminal.

Which was why he now beat the rush hour traffic on the way home to his house.

Compared to his problems at work, hanging wallpaper at his house seemed almost therapeutic to him. The sand-coloured textured wallpaper he hung in the small entrance hall and hallway was sturdier and somewhat easier to hang than the light sky-blue wallpaper he had hung in the study.

He didn't have to align the print this time, only had to make sure the edges lined up firmly next to each other, and it was thus much quicker too.

***

Just after 5:30PM Jim finished hanging wallpaper and was cleaning up the tools he had used when he received a message on his phone. He wiped his hands, read the message and called the sender.

"Hi Lassie, how was your day?"

"It was okay. I can't talk right now Jim, can we talk later?"

"Sure. I'll be on Skype at a quarter to nine."

"Sweet. Later."

"See you," Jim said and put his phone back into his pocket. He had only just gotten his hands wet again when his phone rang.

"Isn't that just classic?" Jim asked no one in particular, he was quite alone, and quickly wiped his hands for the second time in less than two minutes.

"'Ello, Matt!"

"Hi. Are you at your house yet?"

"Yes, I've been home for hours, since three, I think."

"Aw, I wish I had ringed sooner then. Can I come?"

"Well, I don't think you can, Matt. Not unless there has been a major change since Saturday?" Jim joked.

"Erm, what?" Matt asked puzzled.

"Well, sure, you get the nice feelings, but you've no spunk in those small balls of yours yet…"

"Oh! Hah!" Matt chuckled, "Erm, no. I mean, can I come over to your house?"

"Yes, you may. But it won't be for long, I need to be at my parents' in a couple of hours. My mam will kill me if I don't."

"I have to be back home at seven for dinner."

"Okay, come on over then."

"I'll be there in ten."

"The front door is unlocked, so let yourself in."

"'K."

Jim put his phone back into his pocket and quickly decided the roller he had used for putting paste on the wallpaper was sufficiently rinsed by then. He put it into a plastic bag and sealed it as well as he could, and went to take a leak. Afterwards he sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and waited for Matt to arrive. He wondered what the boy wanted.

I hope he isn't going to tell me that he won't ever let me fuck his sweet, toned arse again, Jim thought. But, if that's what he wants to tell me, he probably would have just told me on the phone. There'd be no need for him to come here. Nah, he's probably just wondering how the walls look with the wallpaper on. They did turn out better than I ever dared hope for, too!

***

Matt was sort of wanting to see the progress, but it wasn't why he pedalled his bike as quickly as he could towards Jim's house. He simply missed talking to someone and he knew Lasse wouldn't be in the mood for hanging out with anyone, being too tired from having exercised at the hospital that day.

Matt was feeling quite randy too; what Jim had done to his willy after Matt had pushed out the messy stuff from his butt and cleaned up around his butthole, had by far surpassed anything he had ever experienced before.

He will most likely want to fuck my butt again, but if he'll do the other thing too, it'll be more than worth it. Besides, both he and Lasse said it'll hurt less the more times he fucks my butt.

Matt was still certain of Jim having had fucked Lasse, it was only natural for two people who were in love with each other to want to do that. He had witnessed his mum being fucked by a man too, though he had been much younger at the time and had found the whole spectacle rather confusing and gross. The man stopped coming to their house a few months after, without Matt having seen him, or anyone else, fuck his mum ever again.

Jim doesn't love me, though, and I sure don't love him either. But I loved what he did to my willy! I'll let him fuck my butt, if only he'll suck my cock after.

Matt let himself in and kicked off his shoes in the entrance hall, he hardly took notice of the new wallpaper, just went straight through the still door-less doorway into the hallway. He turned left and was about to walk into the study when he noticed something important missing.

"Jim?" he asked.

"Yes?"

"Where's your mattress?"

Matt looked at the floor of the study another time, hoping he had somehow only managed to overlook the mattress. But it was gone, all there was in the room was a new blind and the walls clad in wallpaper that made them look like he was looking into the sky. The floor was very much empty.

Jim came up behind Matt and hugged the lean boy close, "I had to move it while I hung the wallpaper. It's still here, in the lounge."

"Oh, I thought maybe you had gotten rid of it."

"No, Matt. Oh, you randy boy," Jim said huskily when he noticed the boy was hard and felt up the stiff prick through his clothing, "Is that why you came? So we might lie on the mattress again?"

"Erm, yeah. If you want?"

"I do. Lend me a hand and we'll move the mattress back to the study."

"Jim? If you, uhm, if you, y'know, do me… I mean, if I let you, erm, fuck my butt, would you…?"

"Sure. I'll wank and suck your lovely stiff prick again. I never thought I'd ever be sucking on anyone's prick, but it's actually quite nice."

"You didn't? I mean, you never sucked Lasse's…?"

"Hush, Matt. Never mind what I do with Lasse when you aren't here to see it. You're here now and I had better make darn sure you won't be leaving with a stiffy pushing out your track pants. If your mam saw you like this, boy, she'd die from a stroke."

Matt thought he'd be the one dying, from shame not a stroke, if anyone ever caught him with a boner in his track suit bottoms.

Anyone but Jim. And perhaps Lasse. They wouldn't poke fun at me.

Chapter 36

Making fun of the state of Matt's prick was about as far from Jim's thoughts as it could be. The boy had one massive boner pushing out his front, but it was from anticipation of having sex with the man. If anything, it made Jim feel proud and somewhat humbled for being the cause of such an obvious and firm reaction.

It didn't take the two of them long to turn the study into a place for having sex again, in hindsight, they could've just done it in the lounge, as all they did was plop the mattress on the floor in the middle of the room. Almost as soon as the mattress hit the floor, Matt lay face-down on top of it and Jim was quick to get into position behind him. He tugged on the hips of the toned lad.

"Lie on your knees and elbows," he said in a hushed but excited voice and when Matt complied, Jim quickly reached around the kid and undid the drawstring in his bottoms. He pushed them down along with the snug kind of underwear he had started to fall in love with. Instead of removing the undergarments completely so he could sneak the underwear into his pocket, he only pushed them down to Matt's knees and moved his hands back up on top of the buttocks.

He didn't toy with them, didn't massage them, he simply spread them with his thumbs and began licking the boy's hole, even fiercer than the first time he had licked it. This afternoon, rapidly turning into evening, they just didn't have the time for prolonged foreplay, though Jim was a very firm believer of just that. He thoroughly enjoyed to make women beg for release and looked forward to when he could do that to Lasse and Matt as well.

Just as soon as he deemed the boy ready, his hole sopping wet with spit, he got up from the mattress.

"Remember, keep your arsehole relaxed when I push my prick in. I haven't got it to relax as much as I did the first time so let me know when you need a breather, okay?"

"Uh-huh," Matt agreed, "Want me to stay like this?"

"Yes. I'll kneel down behind you so I won't flatten you as much as I did on Saturday."

"'K," Matt stated, though it hadn't exactly been a big issue for him to have the man lie on top of him. The pain from his stiffy going into my butt was far worse.

Matt, now knowing what to expect, wasn't feeling afraid, though he was still somewhat apprehensive to the pain. He remained put while Jim pushed his own trousers down and then climbed onto the mattress behind him. He could feel the mattress sink down when the man's knees were placed just outside his, felt the hot, blunt head of Jim's prick first touching his butt, then pushing against and into the middle of it.

"Ack!" Matt groaned when the cock didn't just stop at the outside of his butthole but pushed hard against it. And still harder.

Jim kept the pressure up after making certain his prick was pointing in proper direction and centred right at the opening to the hot innards of the boy in front of him.

He kept the pressure moderate, not wanting to stab his prick into the young boy, he had no wish to rape Matt, like he had raped Lasse in some of his hottest wank fantasies. He gave Matt's arsehole plenty of time to slowly widen itself to accommodate his prick, while mumbling encouragements to the gasping boy.

"You're doing fine, Matt. Keep doing what you do."

"Ack!" Matt gasped again and was about to ask Jim to stop for a second, when he felt his butthole relax and spread out just a little more. Immediately the large prick followed up on it, pushing in to where Matt wasn't able to make his butthole shrink up again. He tried anyway, squeezed his hole shut and pitifully moaned with the pain it caused, "Oouuw."

"Relax your arse, Matt," Jim said growing slightly impatient.

"Gah! I'm trying to," Matt whined, "It's too big."

"Nonsense. My cock's larger than yours, yes, but it isn't too big. It's been inside your arse before. Push down, now, hard. Bear down like you're sitting on the loo. We'll relax once the head is safely inside of you. If we stop now, it'll only be much harder on you."

Matt angrily tried to squeeze his arsehole tighter to expel the fat prick once and for all, but all he did was make himself hurt more. He whined from desperation and defeat when he had to take a short moment to relax before he'd try again.

"Much better, well done," Jim said when the pressure let up just enough for him to start sliding the last bit of his prick head inside the strangling hole of the boy.

As soon as Matt felt the prick began to worm itself further inside of him he squeezed his arsehole shut again, but instead of pushing out the invader, he pulled it further inside of him. The widest part of the flared prickhead was past the centre of his muscle and when he squeezed down on it, it popped right through.

"Argh! Fuck that hurt!" Matt cried out.

"Let's wait for a while. The worst part's over, once your arse has gotten used to being spread open again the pain will lessen."

"That really isn't helpful right now!"

"Shush, Matt," Jim soothed the boy and stroked the firmed up arse cheeks in an attempt to get him to relax them.

Eventually, Matt calmed down and stopped squeezing his buttocks tightly together. The pain gradually lessened, though it never fully abated. Whenever Jim tried to move his prick further inside, Matt firmed up his butt again and suffered from the pain being reignited.

Jim didn't tell Matt to stop doing this right away as the feeling of having his prick milked by the strong boy's anal muscle was simply too grand.

If only I gave him enough time, I'm pretty sure he could milk my prick to climax using nothing but his arsehole, Jim thought, but realized it would take too long for Matt to do that and still make it back home in time for dinner. It'll certainly take too long, if I'm also to suck him off before he has to leave.

When Jim could tell the boy's arsehole wouldn't firm up as strongly around his prick even though a groaning Matt was still doing what he could to make it do just that, Jim simply began to push more of it inside.

Matt knew the fight was over and that he had lost the battle, yet he couldn't just surrender without one last attempt. When he squeezed down as hard as he could and tightened his hole as firmly as he could muster, and still felt the large hard prick continue to push into him without much effort on Jim's part, he finally relented. And relaxed.

"There we go, Matt," Jim said and pushed just a little bit further inside, before he reversed and pulled back what little of his prick he had gotten inside of the still tight arse. He stopped just short of it popping back out of the boy.

"You suck!" Matt spat out vehemently.

"All in due time, my friend. All in due time. First, I fuck, then I suck."

"Haha, so not funny. You'd better suck me nicely. Ow, shit, how much are you pushing inside of my butt? All of it?"

"No, not even half of it yet. One day you'll take it all, but that won't be tonight."

"Please, can you just stick to what you have in me now?"

"Yes, I don't need to go any deeper than this. Your arse feels so good, you wouldn't fucking believe me if I told you."

"Not like I'd get to see for myself. I can't fuck my own butt."

"Not with your prick, no," Jim confirmed, then had a thought, "What if you could fuck another arse? One that's guaranteed to be as tight as your own, if not even more so?"

"Ugh! Whose?"

"Someone in your class at school."

"Who? ACK! Don't do it like that! OH!"

"Yes, now you know who I'm thinking of. You saw him push a finger up his tight little arse in the pool."

"Lasse?"

"Yes. The one and only. My little lover."

"Do you think…? But I thought…? You think he'll want me to?"

"Do you want to? Would you like to fuck Lasse's little tight arsehole?"

"I thought, uh… You and he, that you're, erm, Ack! Boyfriends?"

"We are. I love him and he loves me. But, I won't mind if you and him play this type of games with each other."

"I don't know."

"Well, think about it and let me know. I really won't mind. Besides, Lasse's little arse will need a lot of work to be able to handle my cock without it hurting him far too much."

"You haven't…? But, I thought…? He said, ack! He fucking told me it hurt being with you. When you did… But you didn't?"

"What did he tell you exactly?" Jim asked, pausing his in and out movements.

"He told me it hurt a lot at first, and that it wasn't as bad anymore and that it was like, erm, part of the experience?"

"Oh, heh," Jim chuckled, then resumed fucking Matt. "He meant something else. He meant that when I wank his prick I like to squeeze his nuts. Like I did yours."

"Oh crap! I thought he meant that fucking hurts. So you haven't done this with him at all?"

"I've only had my finger in his arse so far. We're taking it nice and slow, doing other stuff in the meantime. Like cuddles and wanking."

"And kissing?"

"Yes, that too. Lots of it, in fact."

"Yuck. I won't ever kiss another boy. Or man!"

"That's your loss. But, anyway, I wouldn't mind if you have sex with Lasse. Just don't ever hurt him. Can we stop talking for the next five minutes or so? I do enjoy chatting with you, but I'm kind of in the middle of something right now."

"You're in the middle of my butt! But yeah, hurry up. I want to cum too."

"Only you can't. I'll make your prick tickle, don't worry. Just as soon as I've finished fucking your tight arse and filled it full of my spunk…"

"Do you have to do that? It was so messy the last time."

"Either my spunk goes into your arse or your mouth, I don't care which, as long as it ends up inside of you."

"Eww! Ack! I'm not sucking on your willy after it's been in my butt. It was all poopy last time."

"And from the looks of it, it will be tonight as well. I don't mind a messy arse fuck all that much, but I do understand why you wouldn't want to suck my cock now. I'll teach you how to flush yourself well so things won't get as messy and then you can suck my cock right after I pull it out of your arse."

"'K," Matt agreed.

"You'll eat my spunk then?"

"Yeah. It has got to be better than having to poo it back out. That's truly disgusting."

"Oh you wicked boy!" Jim groaned and picked up speed. That particular thing, arse-to-mouth, was something he had never been able to talk any of his girlfriends into doing. Though the thought of Matt sucking the cum from his filthy cock excited him, he still managed to keep his thrusts somewhat shallow by holding onto the shaft of his prick, limiting what could enter Matt's tight bottom.

***

"Go sit on the loo and do your thing while I wash your shit off my dick," Jim gasping for breath told Matt.

Jim had went into overdrive after Matt had declared himself ready to suck on the large cock after having been fucked in the arse with it, if only it was clean after. Jim had lasted all of three minutes after they stopped talking, and ended up fucking Matt for longer than the first time, though it was mostly because of the conversation in the midst of it.

"You're still going to suck me after?" Matt asked eagerly.

"Yes. I'll suck you like a bloody vacuum, just go do your business first. I don't want you to make a mess on the sheets or my new flooring."

"It would be your fault if I do," Matt stated while he quickly and gingerly walked to sit on the loo.

"Well," Jim said when he joined the boy in the bathroom, "You could have sat on the loo before coming over. Then it might not have been so bad."

"I poo in the evenings. Before going to bed. I can't go in the middle of the day."

"See that faucet on the wall there?"

"Yes?"

"It'll make you go whenever you want to. All it takes is a length of suitable hose for it. That and for the concrete to harden enough for putting tiles on the floor here, that way if anything spills on the floor, it won't leave stains."

"How would a hose make me want to poo?"

"The hose alone won't do it. The water that will come out of it and enter your tight arse will do the trick."

"You can do that? It won't, erm, harm my butt?"

"Not unless you turn it up too high. A slow trickle of water that'll go deep into your bowels won't harm you, it'll only trigger a massive bowel movement. And it'll leave your arse cleaner than ever before when you've filled it up a couple of times."

"Oh. Okay."

"I'll have a drink of water then I'll be ready for you."

"And my stiffy will be ready for your mouth."

"If not, I'll make it stiff for you. Just finish as soon as you can. We only have thirty minutes until you have to be on your way home."

"Won't be long."

"Oh, don't bother opening the window, I'll leave the house when you go home."

"'K."

***

When Jim had sucked Matt off to two very exciting, yet dry, climaxes, the boy's balls hurt almost worse than his butthole. Jim had, as per usual, squeezed them very hard while Matt squealed through both of his orgasms.

Both man and boy were a little sad that they wouldn't be able to meet up again the next day, but Matt had swim practice in the evening.

Jim knew he had to put in some overtime to make up for having left work earlier in the day and by the time he'd be back at the house, Matt would be at the pool.

"I'd love to come here after my practice, but I must go directly home when it's over. Mum's orders," Matt explained. "Will you and Lasse go to the pool on Wednesday?" he asked.

"I don't think I can. I really want to, but I've only barely enough money to fill my car with the petrol it needs to take me to work and back. I'm out of money until my salary enters my account Thursday morning."

"Crap! Will you be here on Thursday, then?"

"I'll probably be home at about the same time you got here today."

"If you are, we can do it again."

"Already looking forward to it. Maybe then you can take a bit more of my cock."

"Only if you suck me off three times."

"Thrice? Your little prick will fall off."

"Nuh-uh. I only told you to stop now because you bit it."

"I didn't bite it, I nipped at it."

"Same difference. It hurt like you bit it. My balls are bloody sore too, but anyway, I got to go now. See you on Thursday."

"You bet, you horny kid. Try not to wank until then. I certainly won't."

"You'll just have Lasse do it for you. I don't care, I'll be wanking as soon as I get into bed tonight and the door's shut."

"Better get on that bike and go home before your prick gets hard again."

"Oops, too late," Matt looked down at his growing bulge and blushed, "See what you made it do!"

"Not my fault. My cock is behaving itself. Go now, get. I need to get home too before my mam thinks I'm staying out and feeds my dinner to Bella."

"'K. If you talk to Lasse, tell him I said hi. Nah, I'll just say hi to him myself tomorrow morning at school."

"Okay. Bye now, ride safely."

"'K. Bye."

***

"Lassie, you do know you're my little lover boy, don't you?" Jim asked when he talked to Lasse on Skype. Both of them used their smartphones, Jim's laptop was still at work.

"Yes! And I love how you told me. YES! Like you were so very happy to say so and that I'm your lover boy now and always. I still have the text."

"So do I. And I still mean what I said. But I want to change one of your levels to something else."

"What? Which one? Not level five? I've only just gotten past level four and up to the good stuff."

"So the first four levels weren't any good at all?" Jim asked and tried his best to sound hurt.

"Eh, yeah, I like them, all of them, but I want to know what it feels like, when, eh, when you," Lasse said and lowered his voice to a low whisper, "When you'll lick my bum!"

"Ah! Well, trust me, Lassie, you wouldn't be able to stop me from licking your tasty boy bum. Don't make faces, I already know what you taste like back there."

"It's still sick! Like gross. It's super dirty, but I want to know."

"And you will. No, it isn't level five I want to change. It's level seven."

"Seven? Uh, I don't remember what it is I have to do for that," Lasse said sheepishly.

"You had to let me fuck your sweet little arse with two of my fingers."

"Oh, that!"

"Yes. I want to add to it though, it seems a little too easy now that I've read it again."

"It is level seven out of ten. I suppose it has got to be quite hard to get past."

"That's what I thought too. So, I want to change it, and don't get angry or upset now, okay?"

"Okay."

"You have to let Matt fuck your arse at level seven too."

"What?" Lasse cried out in shock.

"Shush, Lassie. Keep your voice down. We don't want your mam and pop to hear you."

"Sorry, but, Jim! Why Matt? I thought it was just… We agreed to you doing stuff to him without me knowing when or what you did."

"And I will still honour that agreement. I don't even want to watch when you and he play like that."

"But why?"

"Because… Your arse is still really tight, Lassie. If I were the first one to fuck you, we'd have to practice for a very long time for it not to hurt you. It will be better for you, and me, if Matt did it first. His prick isn't as large as mine, it would slip right into your arsehole."

"Hmm. Is his larger than mine?"

"You know it is. You've seen it. Only soft, but even then, it is still larger than your little stiffy. You told me so yourself, remember?"

"Is it large enough, y'know, for that?"

"Yes. It won't slip out, not if he's careful anyway, which I will make sure he is."

"Will he want to do it?"

"I think so. I've sort of asked him already and he didn't flat out refuse it. Only thing I know for sure he doesn't want to do is to kiss and cuddle. He's not like you in that way."

"He's not the girl when he's with you?"

"Oh, he is, he just doesn't know it. But, he wants to be the boy, too, which he can't, not with me, anyway."

"But he can with me. That's what you mean?"

"Sort of. It would simply be two boys experimenting. Like I wished for when I was your age."

"I have to go to sleep soon. I need to think now, too. Are we going to the pool on Wednesday?"

"No, I thought we'd stay at my house. And practice on level five."

"I thought that wouldn't be until Friday. But, alright."

"Oh, by the way, my parents will help me move into my house on Saturday. Would you like to help me as well?"

"Yes. I'm going to be there anyway. Right?"

"Right. Okay, beddy-bye, Lassie, sweet dreams my lover boy. Tell Matt tomorrow at school if you agree to the new requirements for level seven. But, don't mention our little game of levels to him."

"I won't. And I will. Night, Jim."

"Night. Kisses and hugs."

Lasse firmed up his lips at his phone and turned it off. The game of getting from level 1 to level 10 had just gotten much harder. But, Lasse was fully determined to get to level 10. He had never given up on a game before, not video games, at least, and he wasn't about to give up on this game either, though it sure wasn't a video game.

Matt is nice, though. He's like my best friend. If Jim had told me to ask Oscar to fuck my bum in order to pass level seven, then I would've said no. For sure! Wouldn't I…? Lasse contemplated the thought and was still wavering when he turned out his lamp and tried to fall asleep.

Chapter 37

After ending the Skype call with Lasse, Jim went to the kitchen. He could hear the TV in the lounge, his father was watching a rerun of the previous night's soccer match, once again fuming at the poor performance by his favourite team.

If it isn't the players who're piss poor, it's the referees who don't know what they're doing, Jim thought, well aware of his father's point of view. It isn't easy when they sell off the best half of the team before the season.

Jim didn't care much for soccer, though he hoped for FCK [FC Copenhagen] to be able to win the championship again. At least, if for nothing else, to keep his father somewhat happy. He opened the fridge and got the pitcher of cold water from it. When he shut the fridge door, he found himself facing his mother.

"Hi mam."

"So Jimmy, Saturday is the big day. Have you started packing yet?"

"Not yet, it won't take long to put my clothes into boxes and move what little furniture I have here to the house. In any case, I have someone to help me get it all packed," Jim said and suddenly realised his parents didn't know anything about Lasse yet. "There's this kid who I'm helping to get back on his feet. His parents are kind of at a loss of what to do with him and he visits my house from time to time."

"Is he a troublemaker? One of those little gang members getting a taste for crime?"

"No, mam. Lasse's nothing like that. He's mostly a very normal ten year-old who is being overprotected by his mam. He had heart surgery when he was younger and since then he just hasn't been allowed to be a kid."

"Oh I'd wish you'd get some kids of your own, Jimmy. You're my only son and I really want to have grandkids to spoil soon. I thought it would only be a matter of months when you and Beti…"

"Stop!" Jim demanded, "I've told you a hundred times already I don't want you to mention her name. I'm sick of that woman, she screwed me over, chewed me up and just spat me out when I turned out not to be exactly what she wants from a man. She only kept pushing me to get a promotion at the bank, so I'd get a bigger salary, never minding that I actually quite enjoy what it is I do for a living now."

"You're only thirty two, Jimmy. There are other fish in the sea, all you have to do is to start fishing again."

"What if I'd rather have steak than fish, mam? And don't call me Jimmy, for chrissake!"

"Your name is Jimmy! If I had wanted a Jim, I would have told the preacher to give you that name. What do you mean, you'd rather have steak? Are you telling me, you're…? That you think you might be…?"

"No, I'm not. But, I'm just not interested in fishing for another woman right now. Like you said, I'm only thirty two, there's still lots of time for that. All I want to do now is to move into my house, finish renovating it and build a strong foundation from where I can build up my life again. Then, maybe, I'll start to fish again."

"I hope so. I think you will be a very good father for someone someday. You have a good, big heart, Jimmy."

"Yeah, a heart that was broken by the bitch. It's still in a thousand tiny little pieces that need to be mended before I'll start looking again. I don't need a woman, mam. Maybe I'll simply end up adopting a kid as a single parent. Then you'd have the grandkid you want, nice and easy."

"That wouldn't be the same and it would be terribly expensive to adopt. You should know that already, Mr Investment banker."

"Well, I just might win the lottery. Someone has to win, right?" Jim said and turned his back to his mother, thus ending the talk. He had managed to tell her about Lasse, and she'd be telling his father within the hour, if he knew her right.

She'll probably make Lasse sound like a bad kid, but they'll see for themselves on Saturday.

Jim took his glass of water with him to his bedroom and shut the door. It wasn't long until he re-emerged from it to do his bedtime rituals in the bathroom and he went to bed.

***

Lasse's first class the next morning at school was very rough. He had been given a task, a requirement that needed to be fulfilled for him to move up the levels. The solution to his problem was sitting right next to him, but this didn't make his struggles any less, since he couldn't figure out how to approach him with what he felt was the all-important question.

I can't ask him in class, that's for sure. Imagine if I just faced him like I am now and went: "Matt, will you please fuck me in the bum?" Lasse almost giggled at the absurdity. All of the kids in the class, including Oscar, would be calling him a fag or even worse and the teacher would be on the phone to his mum, telling her of her gay kid who wanted his best friend to fuck him in the bum right there in front of everyone.

No, Lasse simply had to wait until recess, when he and Matt could hopefully walk somewhere unnoticed and then Lasse could ask him. But, it still left him with how he was going to ask.

I can't make it sound like I want him to, as I'd really prefer not to have him stick his prick into my bum at all. It's only because of the game, but I can't tell him about that either. I wish Jim had just arranged it for us, he's the one who knows all about this stuff.

***

When the bell finally rang and all the kids jumped up from their seats, and immediately were told the bell was a signal for the teacher, not them, Lasse decided to just go for broke. He hadn't been able to come up with a way that would make it any easier to ask, so he had decided to just straight out ask.

"Matt, let's go outside," Lasse suggested as inconspicuously as he could.

"'K," was the short reply and the first part of Lasse's plan was set in motion.

There could be no stopping it now, no turning back time. Lasse knew that he couldn't let himself back out of this or he might never be able to muster the courage required of him.

They walked to where Lasse had sat with his smartphone when Matt approached him that very first time, just behind the low shrubs where no one would be able to listen in on them.

"Matt," Lasse took a deep breath and then asked in a low voice, "Do you want to fuck me in the bum?"

"Erm, what? Here? Now?"

"Shush, man! No, not now and certainly not here! It won't be for some time, but I want to know if you want to, anyway."

"'K."

"'K? Sweet! I mean, good," Lasse said not wanting to sound too happy, though it was hard not to show any emotions.

Level seven will be a piece of cake! I'll win the game now. That's for darn sure.

"Was that it?"

"Yup. We can go back in now."

"'K, that's all you want me to do? Stick it in and fuck you?"

"I guess? Do you want to do more?"

"Heh, yeah. I do. But only if you want to, too."

"We better go back in now or we'll be late for Maths, but okay. It could be fun."

"Uh-huh. I think so too. Want to hang after school?"

"Mine or yours?"

"Mine. Mum won't be home until just before I have to leave for swim practice. We'll have the entire afternoon alone."

"Eh, we don't have to do that today. I mean, the sticking in."

"Let's just see what happens. Maybe we won't even like it, playing those games together I mean."

"You have got to fuck me, though. You already agreed to that, only it really doesn't have to be today."

"Don't worry. I do want to do other things with you. Like beat you in PES."

"Sorry, Matt, but you will never beat me in PES or any other soccer game."

"No? What if I do?"

"Then, uh… then I'll suck your prick," Lasse said thinking it would never happen.

"Prepare yourself to suck then, I've been practising."

"You cheat! Alright, but if I win, you'll have to suck my prick and lick my bum!"

"Eww! Why would I have to do two things and you only one?"

"'Cuz my prick is smaller than yours."

"You're on! But if you win, you have to wash your bum before I… Well, just wash it, 'K?"

"Sure. I think it's only Jim who likes smelly bums."

"Has he done that with you?"

"Can't tell. You know that," Lasse said and instantly both boys heard the bell go off, "Fuck! We're late!"

"Don't run, Lasse. You'll just overload your heart and make us even later."

"You're right," Lasse said and instantly slowed down, "You run, there's no need for both of us to be super late for class."

"No way. I'm not leaving my best mate behind."

"Well, it's only Maths anyway. Kirsten won't get so angry with us for missing the first five minutes of her class. Hah, I know how to make it so she won't get mad at us, at all," Lasse said and fished out his nitro spray.

He sent one dose of the nitro-glycerine headache-inducing medicine in under his tongue and felt how his cheeks almost instantly began to heat up and hoped he wouldn't be getting a headache from only one dose.

"Clever," Matt said when he noticed the redness spreading all over Lasse's face, "But you really shouldn't have."

"I know. It's only for emergencies. At least now, we can just tell Kirsten I had a mild attack and that's why we're late. I don't want for anyone to know the real reasons."

"Me neither."

***

The two boys weren't told off by their teacher, but Lasse had to plead with her after class to make sure she wouldn't alert his mum of having had an attack that required him to use his spray.

"It's school policy, Lasse. My hands are tied."

"But, Kirsten. It was just a very mild attack, I probably didn't even need to use the spray. It was only as a precaution. If you ring mum at work, she'll freak out for no reason at all."

Kirsten, who knew all too well how Lasse's mother could be, came up with a compromise.

"I won't tell her, but you will. As soon as your mother comes home from work, you will tell her exactly what happened."

"I'll tell dad, he'll be home when I get home. He's working this weekend, that's why he's not at work now."

"That will be fine, I expect to see a note from your father or mother tomorrow. If not, I'll call your mother myself. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Kirsten. Thank you," Lasse said, feeling immensely relieved. He knew his dad would sign the note without any fuss and most likely he'd never tell Lasse's mum.

Even if he does, she won't find out until after Matt has licked my bum!

***

Jim at work was unaware of what his suggestion to the boys had led up to, he was busy trying to work out why one of his colleagues had sold a lot of apparently solid stocks from the investment pool and instead bought even more very high-risk stocks in the wind-power industry.

He couldn't reverse the action, not without losing money as the solid stock had increased in value since the sale and the newly purchased stock had taken a slight decline. But, leaving a sizable amount of money in high-risk papers, was of course risky, to say the least.

Either way, I'm the one who has to assume responsibility. If the stock goes back up again, I'll sell the first chance I get. If it drops much more, I'll simply have to bite the bullet and sell anyway, and possibly lose my job.

Jim enjoyed taking slight risks, it was after all a big part of his job. But gambling with upwards 50 million kroner [c. £6 million/$8 million] in one deal, money belonging to people who had placed their trust in him to do the very best he could to make their investments pay off, was a bit more than he had signed up for.

No matter what the outcome will be, I'll go have a word with this new guy. This is not what I meant when I asked him to keep the wheels turning while I was on vacation! Jim thought and turned his attention to the online stock exchange. He tried to gauge the market, to pinpoint the exact moment when he'd push the button and sell all of the high-risk stocks in one go. It had to be while the stock was still increasing in value, preferably just before the very moment when it would inevitably tip over and maybe plummet to rock-bottom.

Hopefully, it hasn't tipped over yet.

NEXT PART