Rusty Grows Up

Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 18

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• Chapter 18

We run back to the tent, showered and sorted. The tent is zipped up, I hear the click in Woodys throat and know he's unloading somewhere.

`Hey, Tone, get up you lazy fucker' says Greg who's opening the zipper on the tent. Gregg pulls open the flaps. We were not prepared for what we saw.

`Wow', we both say.

Woody is in a press-up 69 above Tone, who's sucking Woodys cock as Woody sucks Tones.

Woody is face fucking his load into Tony's mouth whilst he continues to do pressups, his mouth clamoed around Tonys cock as he rises and falls, his chest expanded, his shoulders rippling, and his biceps popping as he lowers his mouth slowly over Tony's cock and back up,

`Oh fuck Woody, speed up, please I beg ya',

`I can't haul myself any faster, you gotta sweat it out',

Tony started lifting his ass off the mat pushing up and down quickly into Woodys mouth as Woody rose slowly, up Tonys shaft which Tony continued to pump in and out furiously.

Tony shot his load, Woody took the spunk without swallowing. He opened his mouth wider as Tony spewed his load and allowed the goo to dribble out coating Tony's cock like frosting as Tony continued to spurt up into Woodys mouth.

Woody clamped on and moved his head quickly up and down Tony's cock attacking the glans, making Tony writhe in agony as he spurted his last doses of cum.

They fell onto their sides, Tony took Woodys cock in his mouth and sucked Woody into submission as Woody breakfasted on Tony's copious load, covering his softening cock.

Woody sat up, raised an arm and sniffed at his pit,

`I need a shower',

`Leave it to mature, I wanna smell you all day' says Tony.

Great idea', we said, but Tone, you stink, you really do says Gregg',

He throws his towel at him, Tony wraps it around his waist making himself decent and Gregg marches him off the the shower block.

Tone comes back, all shiny and clean and they dress.

`Come on let's eat' says Woody,

We drive to the Hiouchi cafe and order, Woody and Greg get into a competition over who needs more protein to keep their perfect physiques in trim.

`I'm gonna have the 2 egg combo, hash browns and bacon' says Greg

`Yeah, I was looking at that too, maybe I'll take it with the Ribeye',

Hey, don't forget you just had half a pint of my protein shake, says Tony,

`Oh yeah, I liked that, fresh from the tap, you're right, I'm gonna have the Breakfast Burrito',

We ordered, I thought that's another 40 bucks out of the door, we gotta cool it soon, maybe get a job, something with free board would be great. Don't get me wrong I sure am enjoying myself but 6 weeks at $100 a day is too hot for me to handle.

The food came, the waitress wasn't sure who to hit on to, Greg or Woody! I looked across at them as I ate, they were sparring, trying to secure their place as the daddy. How come we missed the ultimate test last night?

We quartered the bill and Greg laid out the tip, the waitress thanked him and gave his arm a squeeze, right on his biceps, and I saw her leg rise to rub up his thigh, grazing his package. He grinned and was lost for words, he ended up saying `good day to you' rather formally, blushing.

We laughed in the car park,

`man, she was something else, she took a real shine to you' says Woody, half jealous I think.

We drive back to camp, our bellies stuffed our cocks still sore.

`What's the plan today?' I said,

Greg said he and Tony were going to hike a trail, about 15 miles circular. We didn't fancy that, I'm not sure Tony did either.

`Well boys, it's been great meeting ya, but we're going to make tracks', said Woody,

`oh I almost forgot though, we still don't know who's the daddy do we', I said.

Woody unzipped the tent, bent down and pulled up a grass stalk. We all climbed in the tent and Woody zippered up, we and laid down, lifted our asses and pulled our shorts down, we gave each other encouragement and soon we were stroking our own erections.

`OK let's see who's in fourth place' says Tony,

Woody passed him the stalk to measure with. Tony handed the grass stalk back.

`I got a better idea'. He said,

He knelt up and I did too, we held our cocks horizontal and crawled close to each other, mine touched Tony's pubes first,

`So I'm third' I said,

`You don't know that' Woody said,

`Er, I think I do, looking at you two's cocks',

Tony started beating Greg's cock to get him uber hard.

I'm sucking off Woody to get him harder,

`you got this' I say,

as Woody slaps his cock in his palm. Greg gets up and they shuffle towards each other, they touch pubes at the same time.

It's a dead heat,

OK' Tony says, how about we try girth',

He picks up the straw and wraps it around their cock at their thickest, Gregg has a torpedo like thickness below his rim,

`Nothing in it' Tony says and he unzips the tent,

`So it's gotta be who can shoot the farthest',

They shuffle to the tent, the flaps tied back. I kneel behind Woody and beat his cock keeping him hard, his veins blueish, solid. Tony is behind Greg doing the same.

They're both moaning, we slow down our pumping, getting them hotter and slower still before we build up speed to the crescendo. Greg shoots first, his primary plume landing in the dirt.

Woody is close, so close, I hear the familiar click in his throat and take it as a cue to pop my finger in my mouth and get it slimy wet and push it straight up Woodys bunghole, as I wrap my finger like and `A Ok' around his glans. He clenches down on my finger, tosses his head back, his whole body tensed ready for release as squeeze lightly around his cock rim. He relaxes, moans and shoots, we watch the arc of his jet as his plume lands with a splat six inches ahead of Greg's.

Woody gets up and dances around beating his chest, his dick flailing about dripping and splashing his remaining spurts around,

`I'm the daddy', he shouts.

We all jump on him and wrestle in the dirt playing grab ass.

We dust off with a towel and dress. Woody says,

`Well guys it's been good to meet up, but it's back to my Rusty now and a long drive to the next park..', he looks at me,

`Yeah it's thermal springs and some great hikes' there's a lodge, we're gonna see if we can get some work for our board',

Mmm might be some fit young chefs around that I can try the daddy' on, save this mutts ass for a while',

Woody grabs me and wraps his arm around my neck in a choke hold. Then hugs me, rubbing up my chest with his paw, the other paw rubbing up my ass and back. I'm in heaven.

We all help pack up the tent.

Gregg and Tony stand on the empty spot and wave forlornly as we drive off.

We point the truck to Lassen, heading north east in a curve back into Oregon and south. We take the Redwood Highway as far as Grants Pass, Highway 5 looks like hell so we take the 199 and end up on the quieter 99, meandering through towns right by the Rogue River.

We stop at Foot's Creek, pulling in to `The teapot on Wheels Cafe',

I'm beat', says Woody over coffee that pup Tony was a real firecracker, he was hard in 5 minutes of shooting, ready to go again, and he did, he dumped 3 loads up my sore ass',

`Let's take a rest in the truck, under the tarp'. He said.

We parked up by the river in a parking lot for haulers. We stripped in the heat and snuggled under the canvas, beams of light breaking through the gaps, the air blowing under the flaps, taking away Woodys gassy emissions as he snored aside me.

After a couple of hours he wakes, stretches, lets one rip, grins at me, pulls on his cutoffs and jumping off the deck has her started up, raring to go.

We drive on, I'm mesmerised by his form, his shirtless body becoming more rugged by the hour. The teen turning into man before my very eyes. Testosterone surging through his veins and emitted from his slit, to me, to my warm cavities, begging for more from my California stud.

We followed the river on the 99, getting close to the hell of the freeway in places, windows down, air on our bodies.

I looked at Woodys crotch, he was hard as a rod, his shuffling alerted me to it, the FM station faded and I picked out another.

`What's got you up?' I said,

`Thinking about what I'm going to do to you later, but right now I could do with a cool off in the river or a pool',

`Yeah, then in the showers, our bodies aching from swimming 100 lengths, I'd wash you all over, massage your aching limbs, open you up and glide in, rocking minuscule amounts, exciting my cock, filling you up, tweaking your nips, beating your cock, keeping it hard through my invasion'.

Stop it', said Woody look at me, I'm close to shooting just hearing ya'.

We ride on listening to the corny radio station, singing along, the words to the tunes seem to be in our DNA somehow, probably learned from just listening as children.

The sign ahead says `Jackson Springs, Home of the Hot Spring',

Woody Hollered `this place will do, a hot spring sounds like it will get my aching back sorted out before you attack me with your spike tonight'.

We pulled off the 99 onto Jackson Srings Road and straight into `Jackson Wellsprings Camping Ground', we looked at the place, a bit down at heel, no flashy autos, our sorta place, the rate board says $25 a night,

`This looks perfect, let's take some time here, have some fun, me and you and this',

says Woody, rubbing his palm over my cock safely tucked away in my cut off's.

We went to reception. The guy barely looked away from his computer,

`3 nights, that's $75, the pools are included but no massage or yoga classes'.

He looked for a reaction, then looked us up and down, two tanned 18 year olds up for fun.

He said,

`You boys oughta save some energy for the evening swim, 6 til 10, clothing optional, but no one wears a stitch, and if your into that sorta thing it's guys only tonight'.

He wrote out the booking card,

`hang this offa your tent. Park where you like, away from the pools is more secluded, if you get my drift',

His eyes pierced my ass hole as we left.

We pitched and parked on a corner plot, the truck on one side and the tent looked onto the hedge on the other. Private. Just what we needed no snoopy, snooty RV types. Not that we'd seen any, just weird looking tents like onions and teepee's.

Looking around at the folks they were mostly hippies, older hippy couples with kids and a few teens, maybe our age or above. We felt right in with our craggy bristles and cut off jeans and tired sneakers.

The information board showed a layout of the pools; hot pool, cold pool, sauna, hot tubs. This place was great.

`Come on let's swim', I said, looking at the expanse of water ahead of me.

I dropped my cut offs and slipped into my worn Speedo's, I think the silvery cum trail inside will soon wash away.

Woody is putting on his beach shorts. Fuck he looks good, his abs showing his crate as he laughs and bends his legs into them, giving me his shy grin whenever he drops `em, his junk swaying a little, held in a high curve by his big balls.

`Come on pup',

he shouts as he adjusts himself in his shorts and gooses me. We run across the campground to the outdoor pool, getting some looks from the teens.

We dive in the cool water, it looks like a 50 yarder pool. I swim back counting my strokes, yeah I'd say this was a 50. I climb out at the deep end, a couple of young guys say hi. One throws in a spoon and the other dives for it, their tan skin glistening.

I dive in and swim under getting deeper and grazing the pool tiles I swim the length, I surface at the shallow end, the two youths clap.

They dive in, as I did, to copy me. One of them has a go, he gets as far as the middle steps, the other older boy swims farther but can't quite make the length. He surfaces, splashing, panicking, he goes under. I dive in and swim to him and haul him out,

`Thanks' he said when he'd recovered.

You're good at that' I say, but learn not to panic, could you stand up in the water?'

He nodded, `then next time just swim to the surface, stand and then breath in. Stop a little shorter if you have to. You don't wanna drown do ya?',

`No sir',

It's Chris'. I say, or Rusty, my pal over there is called Woody',

`I wonder why?', he laughed at his joke.

`Wanna dive for a spoon Chris?',

`Aren't you too old for that?',

'I guess so I'm 18 next week, but my younger bro likes it and it's something to do!',

I could think of a few other things to do to him as I look him up and down, his curly wet hair, full tan from what I can see, his swim suit far too small for him, white teeth, blue eyes and a white coral necklace. Stunning.

Woody swims over `hey lifeguard, I've got cramps save me',

`More like a sore ass', I say,

The boy laughs at that, I look at his package, maybe a bit too much, trying to suss out how it's lying, is that his cockhead or a ball.

`You can get a proper look after six, that's what I'm waiting for, its Mens Night, nekkid swimming, you both look pretty hot, so it should be fun',

I looked again and now there was no mistaking how it lay, longways, I'd say.

He surfaced dived in and swam under towards his bro, then he nipped his bro's ass underwater. They both surfaced laughing.

I did my mile, that's 35 lengths of a 50 pool plus one for luck, then I laid back in the water, starfish floating.

Woody was sunbathing talking to the boys, one on either side of him, rocking his head from side to side as they chatted, Woodys laugh unmistakable.

The boys Pa came over, the shortest cutoffs I'd seen, his ponytail down his back, he was certainly fit, tall, lithe, no fat on him, nice muscle tone, his pipe ending just above his frayed jeans with a bulge of his balls pushed to the other side.

`Hi I'm Roy, thanks for saving Treacle here',

The lad looked sheepish, was it the fact that he'd been `saved' or his nickname?,

`Looks like you've got two new friends, but I've gotta take this little one for his yoga session now, settle him down before we eat so he'll sleep whilst we swim after 6 tonight. Hope to see you later, be there, don't be square', then he calls,

`Hey Treaks, why not show these two the saunas and hot tub?'.

The boy brightened `sure Roy' he said.

`Come on Woody I'll show you the way',

We signed in the book and the time, 4:20 and our tent ticket number.

We got a towel each of the stack and went into the locker room, without lockers, just peoples flip flops and shorts on the benches.

We stripped, Treaks was very shy, wrapping his towel around him whilst Woody just prised off his sneakers and dropped, the goods on show. I saw Treaks grin, my turn to do the same,

`Come on slowcoach' I said and whipped my towel, it cracked about a foot from him.

He whipped me back, catching my butt as I ran away, I turned and saw it for the first time, he was beautiful, a perfect body, nice shoulders, high pecs, tiny nips, nice rack, slender waist, fucking huge dick, uncut, anteaters snout, full tan, beautiful legs, black curls around his pubes matching his hair, lower legs a bit hairy.

Hey Chris' he said looking at me, you're uncut too, is your family hippies too?',

`No, I'm half British',

`What's that? Ain't heard of that religion',

You got that about right' said Woody, we seeing this sauna or what?',

`Yeah, follow me but I'm warning ya, it'll be mighty hot, so hot it'll burn your ass hairs',

We saw the pine cabin, a dingy light and wooden rafter floor. Treaks open the door and nudges us in,

Fuck that's hot' Woody says. A voice from the dark says language please',

`Sorry ma'am',

says Woody, his eyes getting accustomed to the light as this lithe lady with her son were sat on their towel.

`Treaks, would you pour on a ladle please, duck down honey',

she said to the kid who stepped to a lower level , his dick like an acorn above his tiny nuts, he put his head through his knees.

The wave of heat hit us, see I told ya' said Treaks, but you'll sweat out all the toxins in your skin, the chlorine from the pool, the grease from your pores, just sit it out',

He poured another two ladles of water on the coals, hissing, a wall of heat hit us.

`That's us done, come on pie', she said and the little cherub ran out and dived into the water, his Ma, she slipped in the water, barely breaking the surface, her slightly paler pyramidal breasts and triangle of hair causing Woody much discomfort.

`You got a woody Woody?' Says Treaks, laughing,

Woody thwacked Treaks with his towel, I noticed Woody had stiffened up.

`Yeah most guys get a stiffy when they see my Mom', says Treaks matter of factly.

He poured two more ladles on and my brain felt like it was going to explode. I got up and opened the door and jumped into the plunge pool to cool off, Woody followed and Treaks just took a shower.

Come on let's see what's hanging in the hot tub, and warm up after that cold plunge', said Treaks, it's fed from a hot spring so smells like someone's farted, but it feels so good'.

The tub held about 20, the biggest I've ever seen, but shallow. His mom was there, Woody looked nervous, the water wouldn't hide his erection, he slipped in,

Treaks Mom said,

`it happens don't worry, hi I'm Alicia',

`Woody' he says,

she laughs,

`n this is my pal Rusty',

she laughs again as I lean forwards rising up to shake, my assets on show.

`Are you on vacation?',

`Yes, for the summer, hopefully. We're touring all the state parks, well hoping to if our dough don't run out',

`You can always get jobs you know, my eldest, Toffee, Treaks brother, is working in lodges, cleaning them out, getting them ready for visitors. The pay is criminal but they get board and bed, and theres a good scene, I just hope he doesn't bring a girl back knocked up, as he's at college next year',

I just nod, not wanting to take the college line any further, I look at Woody willing him not to say anything,

Woody says, I've got a job with my uncle Wayne, as a car mechanic, he says if it rotates I can fix it', he laughs.

`And what about you er Rusty', looking at our hard cocks she said,

`I can see how you two got your nicknames', we both blushed.

`I'm starting at local college, economics',

Not strictly lying, it's more local than where we are now.

`Well I'm sure you'll have a ball and be er very popular',

She rose, `nice meeting you two, but I gotta scat, it's boys night, have fun, It'll give you a chance to er relax'.

Treaks laughed, `ain't she a doll, what she sees in that Bozo Roy, I'll never know'.

I think I know, I thought.

We hear a bell ring. `It's started', says Treaks

We leave the hot spring tub and it feels weird but energising to be walking about with nothing on around others, let alone running, being pulled along by naked god Treaks holding my hand tight, me pulling Woody along by his arm.

Treaks runs to the pool and dives in, his tan ass flying through the air, his undercarriage hanging below.

We dive in, when we surface, Treaks is in the shallow end high fiving with other teens and I presume their dads, he swishes over, his cock and balls lifting out of the water as he powers through,

`Come and meet the gang', he says,

Treacle introduces us to the group, my red top and pubes and uncut dick seem to be an attraction, I'm getting a lot of attention as is Woody, he's got a coterie of teen boys positively drooling at his body.

He's telling them about Cloverdale, HS and football team, mowing with his best pal. Some dads lurk on the fringes, then when satisfied that we are ok they swim off to meet their pals.

Treaks takes me around, holding my hand. One of the dads organises a game, a diving relay.

The rules are you've got to dive in, pick up the spoon, swim to the shallow end and back, and drop the spoon so the next person can dive in pick it up and so on until all 5 people in each team have swam and we've a winner. Me and Woody as newbies get to choose the teams.

The kids are all lined up, Woody chooses one and then I chose one until we have five each. I explain to the one's that are not chosen that they have an important job tk do as they have to time each person and write it down, and after this game we'll chose again for another game that Woody will decide.

I'm pretty sure Woody is choosing his team on cock length. I select the team based on body profile.

Coach once told me that you can sorta tell who'll be a good swimmer based on arm length, leg length, build, size of hands, musculature.

It was sublime seeing their bare asses disappear under the water and watch the naked form pick up the spoon and swim the pool there and back without dropping it. Lots of cheeringfor their friends, the number of spectators increasing as the race hotted up.

Woody and I had left ourselves until last, he'd need to get a sprint on to beat my team, my choice based on build was going well, we were ahead until, Mathieu dropped the spoon, the crowd shouted `oh no', he had to surface dive for it and continue his swim. The delay might have cost us.

I see Woody dive for the spoon, he's having difficulty getting to the bottom of the pool, and lets out air, but he reaches it, grabs it and surfaces, he's doing a passable front crawl.

Matthieu throws the spoon for me, I see it spin slowly down and dive after it, getting to catch it as it span down. I grip it tight and start to power up the pool all in the same breath, I'm closing on Woody, I'm not far behind. I see Woody is just about to turn, I accelerate and do a strong turn, now it's a race, have I enough yards left to overtake him? We are neck and neck, I give a final push and I touch, Woody is a nails length behind. Our team celebrates hugging and cheering.

Woody chooses a simple game for the smaller ones who didn't get chosen for the first game. We choose the boys randomly, 6 each team. A mix of soft cherubs and lean, eager savages.

Here's the game', says Woody, you swim a width, climb out, run around the pool once and join the line again and everyone does this twice. The next person can't jump in the water to swim until the boy joining the line has shouted Woody' for my team and Rusty' for Rustys team, you all got that?'

They all nod,

`you got that?' Woody shouts again,

`yes Woody' the boys shout back louder.

`Nice work' says Roy to Woody as we watch the boys swimming, a couple of the kids wearing swim aids and using the steps to climb out.

Roy is what I imagined, his vegetarian, hippy diet keeps him fit, helped no doubt, by non stop screwing Alicia and other extramural activities. I'd call it a lean, tanned build, not any definition but you can see that he is strong.

He's trimmed his bush neatly, it looks nice on him and accentuates his already impressive assets. His dick is as I imagined it from seeing him in his cut-offs, a long uncut pipe, but hanging vertically, his balls don't push it out into a curve at all, his skin almost covers his bulbous crown, not an anteater like Treacle. His ass cheeks are pulled in, two hollows in the middle. His pony tail almost brushing his ass cheeks. His shoulders and pecs are where his strength is. He seems pretty vain, there's something about his gait, his walk is sorta princely.

He catches me admiring him, he smiles back and shouts encouragement as Pudding jumps in the pool and swims the width, getting out is difficult for the little fella, his cute bum almost on the pool side but not quite, as he slips back in the water and now more determinedly hauls himself out successfully,

Atta boy' shouts Roy as Pudding runs to the end of the line, then remembers to shout Rusty' and the water splashes as the next boy jumps in.

We declare the winners, It's Woodys team. He stands like hulk and the roars as the smaller boys try to topple him, climbing on him, pulling his hands, pushing him, until pudding runs at him, his head down, charging like a bull and pushes his head into Woodys abs, winding him, toppling Woody who gets up and chases them, then they are all over him like the giant in Gullivers travels.

The pools filled up now, must be 30 guys, all sorts, I've not seen as much cock since swim team.

Roy takes me to the steam room, we sit, it's empty and not that inviting, just damp and hot, he pulls the rope and steam pours in, hot and spiky. He reaches over and kisses me, no warning. I pull back.

`You're gorgeous',

he says, I'm conflicted, it's a public space, he's with Alicia, they have 4 kids, they look kinda poor, and he's trying it on with me.

'Sorry' I say, `but I'm with Woody',

he smiles,

`I can see that, but I also see that you'd like to be with Treacle, am I correct',

`Yeah, he's a beautiful kid', I say,

`Seventeen, almost eighteen is not a kid, he knows what he wants and usually gets it, he's into you and Woody, it could be a great foursome, tonight in our yurt'.

`What about Alicia?',

`Oh she stays with her woman on boys nights. She'll collect Pudding soon and she's got baby Pie with her. I know they'll have their fun whilst we are having ours. Relax, everything's cool man except you, you're so hot',

`I need to speak to Woody', I said,

I needn't have bothered, I saw Woody kissing Treacle in the shower, hot, making out. Treaks erection pointing skyward, pressed to his abs, his cock hard, his foreskin still covering his cock,

Woody, in a similar state, his thick piece looking ready.

He breaks his kiss, turns and looks at me,

`Hi Rusty, Treacle was just saying why don't sleep in their yurt with Roy, I'll be more er comfy than our tent',

`Was that before you shoved your tongue down his throat?',

`I'm in the steam room with Roy and he's just invited us as well, come through and join us',

my cock thickening at the sight of Woody and this angel.

`Yea, looks like you're getting turned on' says Treacle,

He breaks out of the hug with Woody and brushes past me, his cock runs over my legs and thighs like a stick on railings, as he passes me close he gives my lips a light, tender kiss, then he wanders in, my sex radar is on full scan as my dick follow his ass,

`Might be fun?' Says Woody.

`A bit weird with his dad though, don't you think and he's seventeen',

`Heck I'll bet he's had more dick than both of us, look at this set-up, it's a hippy commune for fucks sake, I'll bet he's has been taking his Pa since he could spurt, I'll wager he nails his Ma too',

`Woody! You can't be serious?',

`Let's see how it pads out, we don't have to anything we don't want to. Heck, Roy is fit, but I reckon I could take him and you could too if it turn's nasty!',

He nipped my ass and opened the steam room door.

As we got accustomed to the light we saw Roy smile at through the haze looking over Treaks shoulder. Treaks was knelt and sat on Roy's thighs, close, his back was coated in beads of sweat picking up the light, like jewels that glistened, and extinguished as the bead broke and trickled down the valley of his back.

We lumbered in and Treaks turned around and saw us,

`Hey, sit either side of Roy, snuggle up close'.

Roy put his arms over our shoulders and pulled us in close. Treaks resumed making out with Roy. Treaks hand enveloping both his and his pa's cock, gripping, pushing their foreskins high, stretching the shaft forming two squishy snouts and then pulling down, revealing two angry, shiny smooth crowns.

I pressed my arm in between them and grab under to grip Roy's balls and as Woody pushed his arm through to grab Treaks balls, rolling them, squeezing tight as Treaks gripped his fist and pounded down and up like a clockwork automaton.

I turned slightly and reached across with my other arm and squeezed Roy's nips, making him groan. Woody copied.

Treaks took his spare hand and beat off Woodys cock and Roys hand fell on my shaft,

`Nice feel' he said and turned his head as we kissed. I wanted his cock and moved my hand up from his balls and replaced Treaks hand, gripping both dicks.

`Come on, one last swim, let's see who's fastest over 10 lengths' says Roy, clearly thinking we'll tire and go to the yurt.

`OK but on 10 those that can do more carry on, in 5 length stages, shouting their goal'.

We swim dodging the guys playing ball and they give us one side of the pool. Many guys sit around the pool edge watching, We do 10 straight off, Woody shouts 15' and drops out at 14, beat. Treaks shouts 20'. I see that Roy looks across at him, pissed with him, I'm not in the lead, this is one race I know I can win, naked or dressed, my 65 length training coming in handy for once.

Treaks shouts 25', Roy is struggling and drops out at 22. Treaks is in the lead, 23 gone, this confident youth thinks he is cruising to victory, I accelerate and overtake him, I shout 30 as I hit the wall, turn and Treaks is confused I won' he shouts, I carried on to do my 30 alone.

Treaks is moaning at Roy and anyone who'd listen,

`Rusty cheated me, that was my race',

Roy's puts his hands on Treaks shoulders and said gently,

`Treaks this is not what happened, in the last 25 yards you slowed as Rusty here speeded up to beat you and not only that he shouted a new target of 30, so you had chance to try to beat him again, but instead you felt cheated, when really you should've tried harder, maybe Rusty is a strong swimmer',

Fuck you Roy, you never stand up for me', shouted Treaks. I'm sleeping with Ma tonight',

`As you wish Treaks, my offer is still open for you two. Have some comfort, over that cramped tent why don't you?',

`Thanks Roy, we will' said Woody as I nodded.

`Remember Treaks, there's no coming back into the yurt once you've decided to sleep with Alicia and Marianne',

`Yeah, too right, I'd rather fuck Marianne than your mangy ass any day, and when I'm 18 you won't see me for dust'.

He took his shorts and stomped off, angry.

`It's his hormones, surging about his young body, not quite a man yet, prone to tantrums, he's probably hungry as well. Alicia will feed him up ready for action. Still I won't miss him tonight as I've got you two princes to keep me satisfied. Lets shower, eat and turn in'.

TBC