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Spirit of Love

by N Fourbois

Shortly after his thirteenth birthday Jamie Collier made three simultaneous discoveries. His father Clive, a schoolmaster, always questioned what it was that clicked a switch in a boy on his thirteenth birthday and consequently made him lose control over his body, brain and rationality. Jamie's switch was clicked most punctually for on the morning of his thirteenth birthday at the time he woke from a sound night's sleep his Chorister's clear treble had dropped two octaves to a grating bass which would uncontrollably leap to a baritone and back in the twinkling of an eye. It was a pity his birthday had to fall on a schoolday. Even though his voice had broken he would have to go through the morning routine of a Cathedral Chorister and with mixed feelings and after going through due process he would be unceremoniously dismissed from the Choir. The ceremonial dismissal would come within the next two months when at a chosen sung eucharist one Sunday he would be presented with his ex-Chorister's jewel to be hung by a scarlet ribbon around his neck.

Jamie awoke to find the new computer he had wished for his birthday boxed in a corner of his bedroom. He dashed out of bed to pat the packaging and ran downstairs to his parents who were breakfasting in the kitchen to thank them for the gift. It was not the cheapest model; it had the largest screen available, LCD flat screen of course, with added memory and all the accessories which in months would become standard. As he opened his mouth his parents noticed immediately and within seconds it dawned on him that his voice had changed. The Cathedral Organist and Master of Musick preferred the term 'changed' to 'broken'. With that one advance of nature his life and its routine would also change dramatically. He would be home at four instead of six after Evensong, his Saturday afternoons and Sundays would be free and he would now be available to represent his school at rugby and cricket.

After a cup of tea and breakfast, after wishes of many happy returns, hugs and kisses, he was sent upstairs to shower, get his school uniform on and make his bed. The new iMac still stood in the corner of his room in its box. At least he would be able to get at it much earlier than expected. Jamie patted the cardboard box again and smiled. He grabbed his schoolbag, ran downstairs, kissed his mother goodbye and hurried out of the front door to join his father who already had the car engine idling. Clive Collier dropped Jamie off at the entrance to the cloisters as he always did. He joined in with the throng of the other Choristers as they merrily made their way along the east cloister to the almost hidden door that led into the choir school, in contrast to the way they would dawdle to school when morning practice had finished. He was hailed by the younger boys. Jamie was well liked and birthdays were no secret anyway. They were looking forward to giving him the bumps, just one of the rituals still observed by the Choristers. As they turned left to take up their appointed positions in the practice room, Jamie turned right to report to the Cathedral Organist and Master of the Musick in his office.
"Good morning, Jamie. What can I do for you so early in the day? Not trouble, I hope?" The previous time Jamie had been reported by the Assistant Organist for deliberately singing a semitone flat in one of the anthems they were rehearsing.
"Good morning, sir. No," he said in three tones as if it were Chinese, having the musical sense to return to the home key on the last syllable.
"I don't think I need ask," continued Dr Latham. "Jamie, you are well acquainted with the rules and traditions of the Choir and we both know that you have fulfilled you contract conscientiously. I'll inform the Dean and the Headmaster and shall be contacting your parents so that we can say farewell to you officially, but meanwhile thank you for all your hard work and enthusiasm and of course we shall keep in touch." Dr Latham smiled.
"Thank you, sir. It was fun," Jamie rasped.
"You'd better cut along to school now for registration and tell your form master about your new status."

As he left Dr Latham's study he could hear the rest of the choir rehearsing the anthem of the day, Spirit of Love, one of his favourites and one where he had been due to sing the solo that evening if cantorial disaster hadn't struck over night. He didn't really have time to think about things on the walk into school. He knew he would miss the camaraderie, but looked forward to the freedom. He had grown quite fond of being with the other boys in the Cathedral Choir among whom a traditional subculture developed, partly from the amount of time they spent together - Jamie even thought that the Choristers assembled had a peculiar smell that he adored, perhaps from the robes they had to wear - and partly as a form of mutual defence for again traditionally the Choristers were often not always favourably regarded by their secular contemporaries because of what they viewed as a privileged life style within school, the ban on them from playing school sport and the apparent escape clause they had from time to time from attending classes and completing schoolwork, along with the taunts that they couldn't have any balls if they sang so high, something which Jamie personally had no reason to concern himself about and which had probably led to his early exit from the choir. Often these attitudes would be shared by certain members of staff. Admittedly, on the other hand, the Choristers could at times be a collective or individual pain in the butt. Jamie had reached his form room.

He pushed down the handle of the door and walked in. Mr Simpson, his form master, hadn't arrived yet. His form mates greeted him with surprise.
"What are you doing here, Collier?" shouted Adrian Payne. Strange that his parents hadn't been blessed with sufficient foresight to prevent him from being additionally baptised Neil Leslie, something which his form mates seldom allowed him to forget.
"Oh good morning, everybody, nice to see you too," replied Jamie and of course they immediately had the answer to Payne's question.
"His balls have dropped," shouted out Russell Hobbs. Meanwhile a cheer had gone up and Jamie was welcomed to the real world.
"You can have a feel if you're that interested, Nobbs," retorted Jamie. Another cheer went up and then Mr Simpson entered. It quickly subsided.
"Good morning, boys. I'm pleased we're all in such a good mood this morning. I shall be giving you a test later today." A good humoured groan went up. "Why, hallo, Collier junior." Mr Simpson reserved Collier senior for his colleague and friend, Jamie's father. "An unexpected pleasure."
"Yes, sir. I've left the Choir… this morning," Jamie answered in his new dark brown voice.
"Any particular reason?" That was part of Mr Simpson's dry humour, asking the most obvious of questions, which would often wrongfoot an impudent boy. No one laughed, but he didn't expect them to. That was the point of dry humour anyway.

Jamie walked over to the cathedral for assembly with Peter Knight, a new experience for him. Peter was probably his closest friend outside the Choir. He came from a musical family and could play piano and guitar, which gave them music in common. But Peter wasn't one of these exclusive or aesthete musicians; he shared his talents and entertained his friends. Although he sang along, strangely with all his gifts he was not good enough for the school choir and of course you don't see many pianos or guitars in a school orchestra. So he wasn't dragooned into that, but come a school play or musical his talents were readily sought after. Added to this he was a good all-round sportsman and it was those talents that Jamie hoped would rub off on him. Jamie could watch him for hours, admiring not only his skills, but his appearance in sports kit, any sports kit. He could easily have been a model for an advertising agency. Sports kit would emphasise his boy's fine masculine figure although he was sinewy rather than muscular and it wouldn't have been the first time that Jamie had entered a world of his own while admiring his friend's shorts, or rather the way they presented his buttocks and package.
"Well, happy birthday, Jamie."
"Thanks, Pete."
"When's the party?"
"You know you can't do anything like that when you're a Chorister, which I was until half past eight this morning, and now it's too late for Mum to organise anything. Next year, maybe."
"So how do like being an ex-Chorister?"
"It's not sunk in yet. Five years is a big chunk of a thirteen year old's life. I shall miss it, but on the other hand I'm looking forward to the freedom."
"What did you get for your birthday?"
"A brand new state of the art AppleMac."
"What games did you get with it?"
"Dunno, haven't unpacked it yet."
"Collier, Knight, stop talking or I'll have to punish you," a voice boomed out from the prefect on duty in cloisters. Peter knew better, but Jamie hadn't experienced any such restraints before.

Jamie went to the Masters' Common Room at break to talk to his father. They had the arrangement that they would normally ignore one another during the schoolday, but naturally there would be exceptions to the rule and leaving the Choir was one such.
"Yes, I know," said Mr Collier. "Dr Latham telephoned me earlier. He was sad to lose you and didn't expect you to go so soon, but you were one of those types whose voice goes all of a sudden after reaching its peak of clarity and he couldn't have you growling in the background." Dr Latham and his assistant were perfectionists. From time to time the Cathedral Choir would sing Choral Evensong live on Radio 3. There would be a small payment after that for the Choristers. "How do you feel about having to leave, Jamie?"
"Okay, I s'pose, but it was a bit of a shock with it coming so suddenly. With other boys it happens slowly and Dr Latham lets them sing alto all the time they can manage a steady note."
"I suppose you'll want to come home with me." Jamie nodded. "Four fifteen in the staff car park or you're walking."
"You're all heart, Dad."
"And don't stuff yourself. Mum's got a special birthday tea prepared for you."

At a quarter past four Jamie climbed into the car beside his father.
"It's odd going home at this time, Dad."
"You'll get used to it. It's just the first day. It's a good job you've got that computer. It'll fill in the time while your setting it up." Mr Collier drew up in the road to allow a van to pull out of their drive.
"What's that, Dad?"
"Oh, didn't we tell you? We've had a separate broadband connection put in your room as part of the package with the computer. Mum and I might be able to get to use ours then."
"Wow, thanks Dad, that's wicked. I can download music."
"There other things you can do with the internet, you know."
"Yeah, I think Mr Tucker might have mentioned them in IT. I'll have to get my notes out." Mr Collier drew onto the now vacant drive and Jamie ran into the house to see if the postman had brought him any cards.

After he'd looked at his cards he said
"Mum, what time's tea?"
"Seven. I haven't got used to the idea of a new routine yet. You'd better get your homework done."
"It's just that I was wondering if I could ask Peter Knight to come round and celebrate. He could help me set up the computer afterwards."
"There's plenty of food. You'd better ring him quickly in case he's made other arrangements. And tell him he doesn't have to bring a present."
"Cool, thanks, Mum." Five minutes later Jamie came back into the kitchen. "He'll be round at about half past six when he's finished his homework."

After the family celebration Jamie and Peter went upstairs to start unpacking the computer. Jamie's father stood there and supervised in case they need any help in lifting, but once it came out of its cardboard box and polystyrene packing it proved to be quite compact. When it was in position and plugged into the mains and internet, Jamie switched on and together the boys worked through the instructions to get it working and get the scanner and printer to work.
"Try the internet, Jamie." Jamie clicked on Safari in the dock at the side of the screen and got instant access. The man from the cable company had done all the hard work. All Jamie had to do was register his username and password, then into Mail. "Have you got your address yet?" asked Pete.
"Yeah, I've got the same one as before because it's the same ISP, just a new connection. It's part of a bunch of family addresses."
"You ought to have a hotmail address that's separate. It doesn't cost anything and you can hide your identity that way."
"How do you do it?"
"Just google hotmail, then you'll get the instructions. Have you thought of a name ?"
"Not yet. I'll think about that." At that moment there was a call up the stairs.
"Jamie, Mrs Knight is here to take Peter home."
"Okay, Mum."
"Gosh, is that the time?" said Peter.
"Let me write this website down. You can look at it when you've got time." Peter scribbled something on Jamie's desk pad and the two boys went downstairs to say goodbye.

It was ten o'clock, past Jamie's bedtime before schooldays. Despite a full and unexpectedly exciting day he didn't feel in the least bit tired and he simply lay in bed mulling over its events: waking up and finding that he could talk huskily without even having a sore throat, leaving the Choir so peremptorily, the singing of his favourite anthem Spirit of Love as he walked out of the choir school, the unceremonious welcome he received from his form mates as he arrived in his tutor group. Hadn't Hobbs shouted out 'His balls have dropped!'? He put his hand inside his pyjama bottoms. 'I wonder if they have,' he thought to himself lying on his back as he weighed them and jiggled them around. He liked the weight and the warm feeling, so much so that he could feel his cock growing and stiffening. He was used to getting stiffies. The usual time was Sundays in the cathedral during the sermon. Sermons were an occupational hazard of being a choirboy. Occasionally one would appeal, but normally they were excruciatingly boring, often given by guest vicars in the diocese who believed they had reached the pinnacle of their ecclesiastical career if they were invited to preach in the cathedral. The test of a good sermon was if any of the Choristers mentioned it after the service. Of course the boys had various mind games crucial for their survival. After looking around at the congregation and noting the funny hats, the pious expressions, Jamie would transfix one of his fellow Choristers in the opposite pew and although the official game was to try and destroy the look of angelic vacancy on his face, Jamie spent the time mentally undressing him. Getting a stiffy didn't matter. No one could see it under a robe and surplice and it would be gone by the time the service ended and they had to disrobe. He enjoyed trying to imagine whether the chosen victim was wearing boxers or briefs, whether he was a cavalier or a roundhead, what his nipples looked like, (it was amazing how different boys' nipples looked) whether he had an innie or an outie, the shape and size of his dick and balls. Sometimes he would find the answer to his questions, when the Choir was on tour, or if they were in the same year when they changed for games or PE, or by the simple expedient of asking. Jamie's hand strayed automatically from his balls to his pole. He had occasionally done this before, but tonight it was different. The feeling was more intense, more urgent, the more he rubbed it, the more he wanted to, and the faster he rubbed until suddenly his cock felt as if it was going to explode. He yelled out, saw stars and heard the singing of Spirit of Love inside his head. His hand was wet with hot sticky liquid. He liked the smell of it, he even licked some off his hand. He'd just tasted something he'd never tasted before and while he could not place it - 'A taste of bleach? Not exactly, but slightly sweet and salty at the same time.' - he savoured it in his mouth before swallowing. As his climax receded, he wiped his hand on his pyjamas realising what had just happened. 'Wow,' he thought to himself. 'What a day! Thirteenth birthday, voice breaking, leaving the Choir, new computer with own broadband connection and now I've just had my first wank. With a feeling of inner satisfaction he fell into a deep slumber and did not wake until his mother called him in the morning.
"How did you sleep, dear?" asked his mother.
"Fine."
"We thought we heard you cry out."
"I must have been dreaming," Jamie lied, his face turning bright red. When he got home from school, he found a large box of Kleenex by his bed.

Saturday - no extended practice, lessons only in the morning and then… home. 'No Evensong for the tourists and the faithful. Tomorrow's going to be even stranger with no singing. I suppose it'll be better when a whole week has gone by,' he thought. Pete was playing cricket in the afternoon. 'I'll see him tomorrow. I know. I'll send him an e-mail and ask if he's free.' Jamie travelled home with his father, a new Saturday afternoon experience, and after lunch he disappeared up to his room and booted up his computer. He typed the e-mail to Pete and then he remembered what he had said, 'You ought to have a hotmail address that's separate. It doesn't cost anything and you can hide your identity that way.' 'I don't know what he means by that, but let's try it anyway. Should be easy enough. We did it in IT at school.' He opened up Safari and typed in the hotmail site, then he clicked on new account. «User name» 'Hmm. I know. Spirit of Love.' He was disappointed to see that it had been taken. He tried it with dots, hyphens and underscores. Still no good. 'Let's try adding a number.' He didn't know whether he was thinking this conversation with himself or saying it under his breath. 'Success.' «Password» 'I'll use the one I always use. It keeps things simple.' He completed the form and hey presto! he had a hotmail account: spirit-of-love69@hotmail.com 'Now for a test message.' «Pete, this is my new e-mail address. Hope you like it. Send me a message back to try it out. Jamie»

'Now what?' Then Jamie's eye fell on the website address Pete had pencilled on his desk pad the night before: www.jackiestales.com/gallery/ When the site came up Jamie was knocked back in his seat. 'I didn't know Pete was into this sort of thing. Wow!' He closed the site almost immediately after bookmarking it for he realised that with the way he had everything set up anyone who came into the room would immediately see what was on the screen. After he had swapped everything around he clicked back onto the jackiestales site. He could not believe his eyes. It consisted of thousands, yes thousands, over thirty thousand in fact, of pictures of boys his age, some a little younger, some a little older, but to his surprise nothing illegal - the registration rules made that clear - but even so, what he saw started off a twitching between his legs until he found he had a full blown stiffy. He registered as - what else? - as Spirit of Love and discovered that he could now write comments, vote on the pictures and upload some of his own, not that he had any. Despite his raging stand he went and opened his bedroom door so that he could hear if anyone was coming. He changed into a pair of loose shorts to make himself more comfortable, apart from his eyes which were out on stalks. He sent another mail to Pete about the site, then went back to it. 'This is much better than anything I imagined during those sermons on Sunday.'
"Jamie, we're just going to the shops," came a call up the stairs from his father. "We'll be about an hour. Is there anything you need?"
"No thanks, Dad." He'd tried to project his voice as he replied, but it just came out as a deep grating blast. He wasn't yet used to its new pitch. Years of lessons in voice control and it had come to this; nature had taken over and there was no control whatsoever. As soon as he heard the car pull away he stripped all his clothes off. Before sitting down at his workdesk again, he admired himself in the full-length mirror of his wardrobe. He liked what he saw and it made him even hornier. He was sure his balls did look bigger. He didn't have the kind of scrotum that hangs low, but balls that stayed close to his body and that normally pushed his dick forward. He ran his forefinger through his pubic hair, then pulled the foreskin back on his stiffy. He saw a little gooey blob on the end of his glans. With his finger he tried to rub it over the tip, but it was too sensitive to touch and sent shudders through his body. He sat down at the computer and slowly pushed his foreskin back and forward as he looked through the thumbnails. Finally he spotted one of a blond boy about his own age with a perfect body and face and dressed in a light blue speedo. He clicked on it and got the enlargement. The rubbing became more intense until he shot his load all over his chest. He sat back in his chair savouring the feeling and the taste of his own seed. As it grew cold and stuck to his skin he walked across the room to fetch the box of Kleenex and cleaned himself up before slipping his tee shirt and shorts back on.

On Sunday mornings Jamie's mother and father had always attended the Eucharist at the cathedral to listen to the Choir and give Jamie their support. Old habits die hard and over breakfast his mother asked him if he wanted to come with them.
"I don't think I'm ready yet. I'm too close to the choirboys and what we… I mean what they are singing. I will eventually, but I'm not sure I can face it at the moment." With his professional experience Mr Collier was used to dealing with adolescents. The only difference was that he was now dealing with his own. Jamie's parents knew when to insist and when not to, and this was certainly not an insisting matter. It would backfire with the ultimate risk that he could turn against religion and choral music altogether. "Do you mind if I go over and see Pete?"
"That's fine," said his mother "but be back for lunch by one."
"I think we did right," his father said after he'd gone. "We've got to expect some rebellion after the years of strict discipline in the Choir. We've just got to make sure we get it right."
"I think he's been okay up to now, but there'll come a time of realisation and we've got to be there for him. I'm pleased he's found a friend outside the Choir and they've still got their music as a common interest."
"You know Jamie said he'd like to go on to the organ from the piano now he's out of the Choir?"
"No, he hasn't said anything about it to me," replied his mother.
"He's good enough, but he'll have to grow a bit to reach the pedals, won't he?"
"I think we're going to get to know our son a little better now he can spend more time at home. I sometimes feel we've missed out on his growing up."

Jamie rang the doorbell at Pete's house, but didn't need to as Pete had seen him arrive.
"Hi, Pete. How did the cricket go yesterday?"
"Oh, a dismal draw. I think the sides were just too well matched for one to get the upper hand. How's the new computer coming along? I got your e-mails. Love the new address. Did you visit that site I wrote down?"
"Yeah. Awesome. Do you go there too?"
"Of course. There are some others I can give you if you want. Did you register?"
"Mmm… Spirit of Love. Are you registered?"
"Yeah, Chunky."
"Oh, I saw some of your comments. Would you really want to do that with them?"
"Chance would be a fine thing, but yes, all things being equal and providing I didn't get found out."
"Hey, why did you think I'd be interested?"
Pete giggled. "Are you sure you want me to answer that question?"
"Yeah."
"Are you really sure you want me to answer that question?"
"Yes."
"Are you really really sure you want me to answer that question?"
"For goodness' sake yes. You're beginning to sound like the dialogue boxes on the computer."
"I know. Annoying, isn't it? Well, to begin with I've seen you checking me out and secondly you told me what you did and thought about during the sermons." Jamie blushed. Pete was right.
"I'm not gay, you know," said Jamie.
"Of course not," said Pete shaking his head and pushing his lips forward in an exaggerated gesture.
"I'm not either and I'll grope any boy who says I am. I just adore boys."
"Do you adore me?"
"Are you sure you want me to answer that question?"
"Aaargh! Don't start that again. I wouldn't ask it if I didn't want to know the answer." Jamie's voice had started to crack and speak in three distinct tones as he became excited.
"Logic, Jamie. Are you a boy?"
"I was last time I looked."
"Then I adore you - full stop." Jamie sat down on the doorstep in a thoughtful mood. This was a revelation. Firstly he had never thought of Pete as gay. He might have wished it on occasions, but that was all. Secondly he had checked him out, many times, but he didn't realise he had noticed or that he didn't mind. In fact he seemed to like the idea. And thirdly if I do like boys that way, the same way as Pete, then we must both be gay.

"Peter, would you like to invite Jamie in instead of squabbling on the doorstep so that all the neighbours can hear?"
"Sorry, Mum."
"Hallo, Mrs Knight," said Jamie.
"Hallo, Jamie. Peter's been telling me all about your leaving the Choir."
"Yes, Mrs Knight. It all happened rather suddenly."
"I'm going to show Jamie how to do some things on the computer. Is that all right."
"I suppose so, but I'd rather see you out in the fresh air this weather."
"I spent all yesterday afternoon outdoors."
"Go on. I'll bring some cold drinks up in a minute."

"Did you really mean what you said just now," asked Jamie.
"Naturally, but what I will say is that you're probably the only one I'd ever say it to."
"What if your mum heard?"
"It wouldn't faze her. We've already talked about the possibility, and with Dad." Jamie went thoughtfully quiet for a few moments. There was a call of 'Peter' at his bedroom door and Mrs Knight came in with a tray of homemade lemon squash and snacks.
"We're going off to the garden centre for an hour. Can you two cope for that time without getting into trouble?"
"What us?" said Pete. "I doubt it."
"We'll have our mobiles switched on in case you do. See you later." Minutes later the boys heard the car leaving.

"Hey, Jamie, do you want to look at the site?"
"Which one?"
"Jackiestales."
"Go on. You can give me a tour."
"That's dead easy." Pete pulled another chair up in font of his computer and pressed the space bar. When the picture appeared he clicked a bookmark.
"That's slow. Aren't you on broadband?"
"Of course, but the server can be slow, specially at weekends." Pete logged in as Chunky and clicked on 'Favorites'. Jamie gasped when he saw what was there.
"Gosh, this is making me quite horny," he said.
"So I see," replied Pete. "That's what it's supposed to do," and he gently squeezed the bulge in Jamie's shorts which made him almost leap out of the chair with a feeling of surprise and pleasure. He was glad he was wearing briefs that day, but he did normally with shorts to avoid the risk of a low undercarriage.
"What's you favourite 'Favorite', Pete?"
"Believe it or not it's boys kissing."
"But boys don't do that."
"They do here," and he clicked the mouse until six thumbnails appeared which Pete enlarged in turn. Jamie's eyes and mouth opened wide and the pleasure in his loins almost turned into pain.
"Have you ever kissed a boy, Pete?"
"No, nor a girl. Have you?"
"No, but I'd like to after seeing that."
"Do you want to give it a go?"
Jamie thought for a moment. "Yeah, okay."
"Let's do it on the bed. It'll be easier." Pete kicked off his trainers and Jamie his sandals and they lay down side by side. Although they had never done it before, nature took over as Pete leaned over on Jamie and they both closed their eyes. A shudder went through Jamie's body as Pete touched him and he felt good when their lips met. Their mouths automatically opened and their tongues probed for one another. Both boys were in ecstasy. Finally they came up for air and looked into each other's eyes and grinned.
"Would you like to do that again?" asked Jamie.
Pete nodded. "But not now. My parents are going to be back any minute."
Jamie looked at his watch. "Oh my goodness, where did that last hour go to?" He also looked down at his shorts where the bulge was gradually disappearing and notice a damp patch. 'Must remember not to wear white shorts next time,' he thought to himself.
"Let's go downstairs and play the piano. It'll look better for when Mum and Dad get back," said Pete smoothing down the duvet cover on his bed.

When Jamie and Pete met in school the next day, they gave each other a knowing grin.
"Hey, Pete, see if you can come over to my place next weekend."

Over the coming week Jamie explored and explored in jackiestales. It almost became an obsession, made more difficult by finding times he could safely go there. In school he and Pete became closer friends. They now had secrets that only they shared. He became involved in writing comments, witty ones at first which were certainly more interesting than 'wow!', 'he's hot' and 'nice butt', and at least he knew where the shift key was and could spell and write good English. The French and German comments interested him too and he developed a dialogue with Chunky. Finally on the Tuesday it got all too much for him and after he was supposed to be in bed he pulled his shorts down in front of a picture of twins kissing and, slowly at first, jerked himself off.

This proved another watershed in his sexual development. He now directed his fantasies towards what he saw on the screen. He even tried to write comments about the pics which aroused him and gave him most pleasure, but he found that the automatic censor came into play and his comments appeared with asterisks, ellipses and brackets. Then his natural ingenuity came into play. He discovered that he could spell certain words with @, © and ®, and if push came to shove the keyboard provided ¶, ¤, ƒ and ¥, but it did the trick, making the word legible whilst defeating the censor.

It was a long week. Jamie's newly found free time was not the problem. The instilled discipline of life in the Choir made sure that he completed his homework promptly and with his father being a senior member of staff at his school he could not get away with the excuse of 'we weren't set any tonight' for if it was true the master concerned received a quiet word in his ear, and if it wasn't, well… The problem was a certain inward longing, a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach, to be with Pete, not at school - that didn't count because they had no privacy - but alone, just the two of them, when they could indulge themselves. If it wasn't discovering the possibilities of their own or the other's body, it was having those intense discussions that are so important to adolescents and which leave outsiders mystified. Saturday arrived. Five lessons in the morning and home for Jamie and school cricket for Pete. Next term Jamie would be able to compete for a place in school teams, but even though he was now an ex-Chorister he still had the mark of Cain on him as far as the games staff were concerned. After lunch at home he was about to go upstairs and log in, when his mother called him back.
"Jamie, it's summer at last and too nice an afternoon to spend in front of the computer. We'll go out for the afternoon and you can play on the computer this evening." Jamie looked downcast, but he knew that there was no arguing and that his mother had a point too.

Sunday at last, and as luck would have it Mr and Mrs Collier were on coffee duty at the cathedral. That meant leaving the house early to set everything up in the chapter house, serving coffee and biscuits and clearing it all up again afterwards. They would be occupied for a good three hours. Just as they were leaving Pete cycled into the drive. He waved and called out good morning. The car departed and Jamie let him in.
"Have you seen today's new uploads yet, Chunky?"
"Not yet, Spirit. I detect a little campaign at home to get me away from the computer and out into the fresh air. That's why Mum and Dad are pleased I'm coming round here."
"I wonder if there's a parents' almanac or handbook which tells them when to nag about a particular thing. I'm getting exactly the same grief. I had to promise we'd kick a ball round in the garden at some time this morning."
"Okay, shall we do that for five minutes? Then we can get on with the important things."
"Good idea."

In fairness the five minutes did stretch to half an hour and then the football was left conspicuously in the middle of the back lawn as evidence. The two boys rushed indoors and upstairs and stripped their shirts off to cool down.
"Phwaw, you stink of Lynx, Pete."
"I could stink of sweat instead if you'd prefer it," he retorted. 'I think I would. I find your natural odour such a turn on,' thought Jamie, but he didn't dare say it out aloud. He pulled a chair up in front of his computer for Pete to sit on and brought the screen back to life. A few clicks and the new uploads were visible as thumbnails. "I like the look of that," said Pete pointing at a lad in light blue speedos roughly their age, perhaps at most a year older. Jamie clicked on the thumbnail, then on the ensuing pic to get the enlargement. He had nicely shaped pecs and a sixpack that looked natural rather than honed in a gym, a package that was in no way insignificant, and a face to die for under tousled sandy coloured hair with its finely chiselled symmetrical features and merry blue eyes, all topped with such a winning smile. The two boys were so taken with this vision of masculine adolescent beauty that their mouths and their eyes opened wide and as they leant forward on their chairs to get a better look they tumbled over and fell head first through the extra large flat screen of Jamie's computer. As they fell they landed spread-eagled onto soft warm sand at the feet of the very beauty whose image they had just been lusting over.

"Hallo, you two," said the teen Adonis. "Thanks for dropping in."
"How did we get here?" asked Jamie picking himself up and brushing off the sand.
"Were you on the internet?"
"Yes," said Pete.
"Easy then," said Adonis "you entered through a portal." Jamie and Pete knew that a portal was a gateway, but then vaguely remembered Mr Tucker mentioning the word in IT lessons. 'Oh, how I wish I'd paid more attention now,' thought Jamie.
"Where are we?…" but Pete was interrupted in his question by Adonis who looked at his watch and cried out
"Oh my goodness! I'm late. I'll never get there in time now," and he began to dash off along the beach leaving our two boys looking around and not knowing where to go or what to do. Jamie and Pete took in their surroundings. They were on a beach, a beach with bright yellow sand at the seaside, as opposed to on a lake. There were boys playing on the sand and swimming in the sea and that was what first struck them. It was boys only - a girlfree zone and, perhaps even stranger, there were no adults. Some of the boys were quite young, four or five, which they found quite unnerving, and others were easily sixteen years old, or could even be as old as eighteen. It was hard to say, and while most of them were dressed in speedos there were others in boardies and still fewer in swimming shorts. Our boys looked up the beach and there was a gateway with an arch that led onto a promenade with shops and booths selling ice cream and fast food, buckets and spades, and souvenirs, all the things associated with the seaside. They looked out to sea. In the distance just the horizon, but in the middle distance huge waves, rollers, which were being ridden by intrepid surfers. They looked along the beach and saw lifeguards spread out, sitting on their timber towers looking out to sea. They looked up the beach again and noticed a flag on the arch. Previously they had assumed it was a union jack, but now the breeze was making the flag fly properly and they could see that the union flag only took up one quarter. The rest had six white stars on a dark blue background.
"Why are they flying the New Zealand flag?" said Pete.
"Australian," said Jamie "the New Zealand one has got four red stars."
"Okay, Australian."
"Beats me. Perhaps it Australia Day." Jamie shrugged his shoulders. "Let's go for a walk," he suggested.

They made their way along the beach. The sun was hot and they had no sunscreen. They passed a line of beach huts, a row of a dozen with identical design and painted white. Outside on the veranda were various boys all dressed in speedos. "Hi," some of them said as Jamie and Pete went passed; others said "G'day." It wasn't the 'g'day' that they found strange. They independently came to the conclusion that they recognised these boys. They had seen them somewhere before. That's what they found weird, unsettling.
"We'd better get back," said Pete. "I'm beginning to burn."
"Back where?" and that's when it dawned on them the predicament they were in.
"We've got to retrace our steps to where we saw that hottie. Now what was it he said?" They started to jog back towards the promenade and the arch that led onto it.
"We wondered how we'd got here and he asked whether we were on the internet," said Jamie.
"And then he said we must have entered through a portal," continued Pete.
"Portal, gateway, arch… that's it. That's the way back, through the gateway by the prom." The sun was really hot on their shoulders now, but it was a dry heat. They weren't sweating and could up the pace until they reach the arch with the flag flying from it. They passed under the arch and were grateful for the shade it provided and they walked towards the light at the other end. As they left it they found that they were stepping back into Jamie's room. They turned round and looked at the screen. The picture on it when it came alive was the beach they had just left, but… But Adonis was nowhere to be seen. Jamie refreshed the picture and Adonis reappeared. The two boys looked at each other in complete disbelief.

At that moment the Colliers' car swung into the drive.
"Gosh, is that the time?" said Jamie looking at his watch. He and Pete went downstairs and said hallo when Mrs Collier came in. Her husband was putting the car away in the garage.
"You should have been there, Jamie," she said. "The Choir sang Spirit of Love. You know how much you like it. The soloist wasn't as good as you, though."
"Who was it?" asked Jamie.
"I don't know his name, but he's got brown hair and glasses."
"Oh, that's Hurdell. Not bad, but he sings a quarter tone flat in solos."
"I've no need to ask if you got some fresh air. I think you probably overdid it a bit. Why didn't you put your shirts back on?"
"I suppose we didn't really notice, Mrs Collier," replied Pete. He could hardly say they had spent the morning on the beach in Australia.
"I think we might well have to put some calamine on that, boys. Sunscreen or shirts next time, you two. Don't forget." Mrs Collier dabbed both of them with calamine lotion and it cooled the burning. "I'll get some cold drinks while you two go and put your shirts back on."
Back in Jamie's room Pete said "We've got to talk about this." Jamie checked the screen to make sure he had logged out of jackiestales.
"We can't do that now with Mum and Dad listening. What are you doing this afternoon?"
"Not a lot."
"How about a bike ride?"
"Should be all right."
"I'll ask Mum and Dad when we get downstairs." Back in the kitchen Jamie said "Can we go for a cycle ride this afternoon?"
"May, Jamie, may we go for a cycle ride."
"As far as I'm concerned you can… er… may, but you and Dad don't usually ask me first." His mother gave him an exasperated look, but for all that he was never allowed to forget that his mother was by profession an English teacher.
"Yes, of course you may. Anything to get you outdoors in this glorious weather, but…" There was always a 'but' and unfortunately it was only ever spelt with one t. "…but after this morning you wear a loose white shirt and your white baseball cap. I don't want a sick boy in bed tomorrow and I'm sure Mrs Knight doesn't either."
"Thanks, Mum."

That afternoon they rode out of the city and found a place upstream on the river where they could sit on the bank and dangle their feet in the cooling water.
"So what do you make of this morning, Jamie?"
"I don't really know. I was thinking about it over lunch. Does it remind you of anything, Pete?"
"Mmm, I don't think so."
"A film? Or a book you might have read?"
"Noo… wait a minute, yes. This sounds completely daft, but what about The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe?"
"Yes, exactly, C S Lewis, the Narnia Tales. You see it's not so daft. They took place in the Second World War, so no television, no computers, but a walk-in wardrobe acting as the porthole… portal whatever, containing furs which then became firs as they walked in deeper and deeper into the ice and snow of Narnia. We've done exactly the same thing with that website."
"But that leaves a whole lot of questions," said Pete. "Can we do it again? Is it just that website we can do it with? Is it just your computer or could we do it with mine? Is it just us two or could other people do it as well?"
"Whoa, Justin… I mean, Pete. I don't know. We'll only find out by experimenting and if we can do it again, who's going to believe us anyway?"
"We've got the sunburn to prove it."
"That proves nothing. On a day like this we could have got that in the garden, and let's face it, that's how Mum thinks we got it."
The boys sat in silence for some minutes, thinking, until Pete said "You know what we didn't do this morning and it was supposed to be the main point of us meeting?"
"What's that?"
"Snog."
"Do you want to now?"
Pete looked around the meadow by the river. They were some way from the road, no houses in sight and there was no one else on the footpath. "Okay," said Pete.
"Mind my sunburn," said Jamie. They took their feet out of the river. They had nothing to dry them with, but the sun soon saw to that. They made themselves comfortable in the long grass. Pete took Jamie gently in his arms and their lips met. It made Jamie rock hard, so much so that he didn't mind when Pete slipped his hand inside the leg of his shorts and started to fondle his bulge. At that moment they heard a motor launch approaching. They rolled apart quickly. "I was beginning to enjoy that," said Jamie. The boat was just sailing past when they heard a voice hail them.
"Hey Knight, Collier."
"Oh my god, no," groaned Pete. It was Fox from school.
"Hey, Fox," both boys shouted back less than enthusiastically. By then the boat was past.
"Phew, that was a close shave," said Jamie. "Lucky we heard it coming or our lives would have been hell at school tomorrow."
"Especially with his big mouth. Now where were we?"
"I was licking your tonsils and you had your hand inside the leg of my shorts trying to find its way into my undies," stated Jamie factually.
"Oh, yes, of course, how could I forget?" and both boys giggled.
"You'll find it easier if you slip your hand down under the waistband," said Jamie batting his eyelids as he undid the clasp on the waist of his shorts and his zip.

It was a frustrating time that was approaching now. The following weekend was the start of half term. Fine. An opportunity when Jamie and Pete could spend time together, but it was difficult to find any privacy, which meant privacy in Jamie's house, not only to snog - they could do that equally well in Pete's house - but to test the portal on his computer, for his parents were naturally on half term as well. The Sunday which might have offered a possibility while Mr and Mrs Collier were at the cathedral coincided with Whitsun, and that was the appointed day for Jamie to be presented with his ex-Chorister's jewel.

Before the service, dressed in his school uniform, he retraced the path he trodden so many times before into the choir school. He made his presence known to Dr Latham and the Assistant Organist. He was allowed to sit in on the Choristers' practice, under strict instructions not even to attempt to sing a note. As he did, his mind lapsed into old habits, mentally undressing the more attractive Choristers, and he felt his trousers tightening. 'Oh my god,' thought Jamie. 'I'm not wearing a robe to hide it.' The time came for the Choir to robe and for him to take his place in the choir of the cathedral. He waddled out with the other boys, not daring to walk upright in case the bulge in his trousers became too apparent, but it was too late. As the boys crowded round him anxious to talk and find out what existence outside the Choir was like he felt a hand slip up between his legs and feel his hardness. He had no need to look to discover who it was. It was Hurdell whose reputation as Choir perve and seducer of younger boys went before him and yet he was well liked - perhaps for that very reason.
"I bet you don't get much of that now, Jamie," said Hurdell. How he could combine such fairness of face and the look of lechery was a puzzle to Jamie.
"You'd be surprised, David."
"It takes a lot to surprise me when it comes to sex," he replied with a knowing look and here their ways parted as one followed the other Choristers into the robing room and the other went out into the cloisters and on into the cathedral proper.

Jamie enjoyed the service. He realised how much he missed performing the music, and of course it was music of professional quality. It had to be. He enjoyed being the centre of attention during the presentation of his jewel by the Dean and the short speech that followed showed that his services at the services had been appreciated. What he didn't know was that the jewel would be accompanied by a generous book token donated by the Friends of the Cathedral. And yes, his mind did wander during the sermon, from the Choristers to Pete, to the computer adventure and back to Pete, then, after what had just been done to him, to Hurdell. Jamie thought how much he'd like to jerk Hurdell off, just so that it wasn't one-way traffic, and wondered whether Hurdell could manage it as his voice hadn't changed yet. When he did, he'd do his best to make sure Hurdell enjoyed it, as he did with Pete and himself. It wasn't a vicious or vindictive thought in the least. It would be done in the spirit of love and Jamie giggled to himself at the thought. He had after all been a professional.

After lunch he had a pleasant surprise. The Collier family was going out for a family walk, nothing special, but a sign of their freedom after Jamie had left the Choir. However, there was a knock at the door and there was Pete on the doorstep. They could hang together for the afternoon. (Mrs Collier winced at the expression 'hang together'.) They could experiment with jackiestales.

Once they were alone they rushed up to Jamie's room and he booted up his computer.
"Where do you want to go, Pete?"
"Certainly not Australia. What happens if we can't get back through the portal and we're stranded?"
"That's a risk we've got to take, but something tells me it won't happen… unless…"
"Unless what?"
"What would happen if, say, the computer got switched off… like there was a power cut, or the internet program had quit?"
"Or your parents came home, saw you weren't using the computer and switched it off?"
"I think we'd be safe there 'cause Dad says it's better for the computer to sleep than to keep on being switched on and off."
"We could leave a note saying where we are and asking them to leave everything switched on and open."
"They'd think we were loonies or having a laugh." The boys sat in silence for a couple of minutes trying to think things through.
"Pete!" Jamie exploded. Pete jumped out of his skin. "Tell me. How long were we on that beach?"
"Two or three hours. We must have been to burn like that."
"Okay, especially remembering that it's supposed to be winter there. What did we do that morning?"
"Played football in the garden, had elevenses, went and played on the computer and then…"
"Exactly. We did all those things. Mum and Dad left at half past nine and were back by twelve, so we couldn't have spent two or three hours there. Do you see?"
"Yeah, okay."
"Next point. Do you remember we talked about The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe?" Pete nodded. "The four children spent months, if not years, in Narnia fighting the White Witch, but when they returned through the wardrobe in reality no time had passed at all. So it's not a factor."

The two boys sat on Jamie's bed looking at one another in silence. The computer had gone to sleep.
"You still want to do this?" Pete nodded. "Well, it's your turn to choose."
After some thoughts Pete said "I know who I'd like to meet."
"Yeah, go on."
"You know that hottie playing in the sea, the one in light grey speedos with the yellow stripes, short dark brown hair and brown eyes? I've had the hots for him for ages."
"I know the one. Me too. I hope he doesn't get to read some of the comments I've posted about me and him or it might turn him off." Jamie searched for the picture. "We'd better change into some swimming kit. I've got some you can borrow."

Jamie got his spare kit out with his own and handed a pair of speedos to Pete. His conscience pricked him bit for he had outgrown them and he just wanted to see Pete squeeze into something skimpy. Jamie changed slowly, carefully taking everything off before putting his speedo on, hoping to encourage Pete to do the same. Pete needed no encouragement and they stood there checking one another out and willing the other one to get a stiffy. He was intrigued by Pete's scrotum; it hung low and his balls, although not particularly large, were well defined, the sort that demanded to be sucked like gobstoppers. Jamie lost as his foreskin began to roll itself back and his dick slowly rose.
"I made it do that without even touching it," grinned Pete pointing and put the red speedo on before anything happened and he lost face. "I'll sort that out for you later, Jamie"
"Promises." Jamie waited impatiently until he was able at last to put his speedo on. Pete didn't help by continuing to tart in front of him. "Do my balls look big in this?" asked Jamie.
"Not particularly,' said Pete, not wishing to hand out gratuitous compliments.
"Mmm, pity," replied Jamie, taking the matter quite seriously.

He pulled up another chair and the two boys sat in front of the screen. He called up one the pics of Grey Speedo Boy, his favourite in the series, the two boys leant forward gradually until they lost their balance and toppled through the screen landing with a splash in a warm sea.
"Mon dieu!" exclaimed Grey Speedo Boy as two strange boys surfaced and stood in front of him knee deep in the water.
"We must be in France," said Pete.
"Wrong," said Grey Speedo Boy, now in English. "This is Portugal. I am here on holiday like you two."
"I wouldn't say on holiday exactly," said Pete. "We just dropped in for the afternoon." Jamie didn't manage to say anything; he just looked. The reality was even better than the image. Grey Speedo Boy was probably a year older at the most with a perfect body, bronzed in the sun, not an ounce of excess weight, a well developed chest and Jamie could not keep his eyes off his thighs covered with that grey speedo with its two vertical yellow stripes which he knew so well and which clung to its owner's body scarcely disguising his butt or his package, and Grey Speedo Boy was distinctly 'chunky'. This had been Pete's choice and he made sure he dominated the 'chatting up'. Our two boys joined in with the game of catch with his invisible friends, not invisible because they couldn't now be seen, but invisible because their obvious presence never made an appearance on the photos. Suddenly in the midst of their lust Jamie realised to his dismay they had not checked for the portal on their arrival.

The ball game developed into piggy in the middle and Pete was 'piggy'. Jamie's heart was not in it. His interests lay elsewhere. He carefully positioned himself behind Raoul - Grey Speedo Boy, at last he had a name - for he could not avert his gaze from from the ripples of his back, the sharp shoulder blades, the ribs and spine, the musculature and… Jamie had never been a great fan of the butt. He had always been far more interested in the front view. However, this was different. He was open to conversion. The material of the wet grey speedo cleaved to his well formed cheeks while accentuating the cleavage and thoughts about the possibility of nestling his dick in its depths were only just forming in Jamie's mind. He had never underestimated Raoul's beauty and attraction, but this was a bonus that had never entered his head before. The water was warm and there was no question of the cold water effect dampening Jamie's ardour. As he gazed he unconsciously licked his lips and adjusted what was happening inside his speedo until suddenly he was brought back to reality by a smack on the side of the head from the ball they were throwing around. Pete, Raoul and his friends were all laughing at Jamie's predicament and at school he would have blushed and wanted to crawl off into a corner. But he wasn't at school. He was in Portugal, or so he had been told, and he was proud of the hot pulsating bulge in his speedo, and no way did he want to deny that he was aroused nor what had aroused him. Furthermore the assembled company took it in good part, but there was a penalty to be paid and that was for Jamie to be 'piggy' in the middle which now made him concentrate on the game. The day sped on its way, the sun reached its meridian, the games changed and gradually Raoul's playmates disappeared to rejoin their families for lunch.

Now there were just three playing frisbee on the sandy beach. Jamie could not get the sight of Raoul's buns out of his mind. Staring at Raoul's package he heard him ask "You like it, Jamie?" Jamie nodded. He adjusted himself and Raoul adjusted himself in sympathy. "Would you like to touch it?" Jamie nodded again, and unable to utter a word made his wishes clear with a hand gesture. "I can show you two something better than that," said Raoul including Pete in his intentions. He took the two interlopers a hundred yards or so along the beach where the rocks were larger and formed a cosy little cove where no one else was to be found and where they had privacy. Their swimming costumes were beginning to dry off in the heat of the sun and Raoul laid his enormous bath towel out on the sand. All three slipped off their speedos and lay together on the towel.

"Wow!" said Jamie, the first of the three to wake after a little siesta. "So that was a blowjob." Not only in his mind, but also in the back of his throat he was still savouring the taste of Raoul's seed. So this was what their French friend had meant when he said that he could how them something better. First he'd performed on Jamie, then on Pete, but although Pete had first choice - he was after all the one who had chosen the venue back on the other side of the computer screen - he could not bring himself to perform on Raoul and so it was left to Jamie who having already tasted his own spunk was soon aroused to savour someone else's.

The sun had moved round and our boys thought it was time to get back. All three had been sunbathing au naturel to beat the tan line problem.
"How are we going to explain that in the changing room at school?" exclaimed Pete with a nervous giggle.
"We're not," said Jamie. "Let them think what they want to think." In getting their costumes back on Jamie and Raoul agreed to swap speedos as a souvenir. Pete would have loved to, but he wasn't wearing his own costume, remember. "Something else I'll have to explain," mumbled Jamie "but I don't care."
"Now how do we get back?" asked Pete.
"Easy," said Raoul. 'How would he know?' thought Jamie. "Where we were playing in the water there is a small eddy. The eddy will suck you in. We like playing there because you get a free jacuzzi." Raoul picked up his towel and belongings and the three boys made their way back to the spot where they had been before. Under Raoul's direction Jamie and Pete held hands and fell backwards into the swirl. As they picked themselves up they stepped over the threshold of the monitor screen onto the floor of Jamie's bedroom, completely dry and without a spot of water on the desk or floor. They turned round to look at the screen. It showed the original scene sans Raoul, but emblazoned across it were the words 'You have 1 go left.' Their jaws dropped. Jamie refreshed the picture and Raoul reappeared on the screen without the headline.

Jamie and Pete checked the time. Barely a minute had passed since they had tumbled through the monitor and ended up in Portugal. Jamie sat in his office chair and swivelled round to face Pete who was seated on the bed. They looked at each other not knowing what to think or to say. Finally they changed, went out into the garden and threw a rugby ball around. And that's where Mr and Mrs Collier found the boys when they returned from their walk.

The following day was a public holiday and the Knight family had something planned, but on Tuesday Mr and Mrs Knight were back at work and the boys had the house to themselves to discuss their plans.
"It's only fair that you have the choice, Jamie, 'cause I had the last one and it is your computer, and the first one was more or less an accident."
"We don't have to decide today anyway. Presumably the last go doesn't have a sell-by date on it or it would have said. We could use it when I don't have to worry about my parents catching us, in the summer holidays, say." Pete agreed. "I'll tell you what, though," said Jamie. "There is one hunk I'd like to meet, but…"
"But?"
"You see I've got a bit of a conscience about the way I hijacked Raoul when he was your choice."
"That was all right. It was my fault really. Things went a bit too fast for me with that BJ. I enjoyed it, don't get me wrong. It's just that I didn't feel ready to do it back to him. Even us two haven't done it together yet."
"I like the 'yet'. Anyway, that's easy enough to alter," said Jamie giving his friend a real come-on look. "Drop your shorts and get on the bed."
"I'll think about it. You didn't tell me who you wanted to meet."
"I've got a better idea. Let's browse through jackiestales and I'll make sure we see a picture of this hunk and we'll see whether you spot him or not."
"Okay."
"And let's do it without our clothes on, then we can use our dicks as an indicator, a sort of hunkometer." They stripped all their clothes off, including trainers and socks, and left them in a typical teenager pile on the floor, then sat side by side in front of the screen while Peter got the jackiestales website on the screen. Jamie watched in wonderment as his friend navigated his way through the complications of Microsoft. His AppleMac always seemed so much more straightforward. Peter went through his favourites, but Jamie noticed the blue boardies boy he had in mind didn't come up. However, it wasn't long before his dick did, and Peter's wasn't going to be left out of the fun. They looked at each other and giggled.
"Of course," said Pete "there's always my private collection." He took a key from one of his desk drawers, went to a metal strongbox fastened to the floor of his wardrobe and unlocked it. It looked a bit like one of those tuck boxes found in Billy Bunter or old-fashioned stories about boarding schools. He took out a CD and put it into his PC.
"Do your parents know about that?"
"What? The strongbox or the CD?"
"Both really."
"They know about the strongbox, of course, but not the CD. They say everybody's got their secrets, especially teenagers, and that's why they gave me the box and they never go into it. They haven't even got a key. I have to lock away anything valuable like my grandpa's gold watch that he left me and my camera." Peter inserted the CD and when it came up on the screen he clicked a folder entitled Wow! and Jamie certainly found the thumbnails a wow. They showed some of the hottest boys he had ever seen without a single naked one amongst them. His hunkometer had swung through more than ninety degrees, matched by Pete's. Peter being left-handed he had the mouse on the left hand side and Jamie could share it. Between them they navigated over the various pictures until Jamie could help himself no longer. He started rubbing his dick slowly. This was too much for Pete. He fetched a box of tissues from his bedside table, put it on the desk and sat down again. He gently took Jamie's hand, placed it on his own balls and continued to rub Jamie's dick from where he had left off. Inevitably they squirted their seed all over their chests and tummies. Jamie looked at Pete, Pete looked at Jamie and they began to giggle. Jamie reached out with the forefinger of his other hand and scooped up some of Pete's spunk and sexily sucked his finger. His intention was not to gross Pete out, but to use the natural competitiveness between them to encourage him to do the same with his and so clear the way for an eventual blowjob.
"Go on, Pete. It's got a funny taste." Peter hesitated, but in the eventuality he wasn't going to be beaten by his friend and after gingerly tasting his own, he scooped some of Jamie's off his chest and closing his eyes put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it. They then cleaned themselves up.

The computer screen had gone to sleep. Pete pushed the spacebar and brought it back to life, then clicked on another folder. Jamie grabbed the mouse from him. There it was, the hunk he had been thinking about, fair-haired and lean, rounded pecs, distinctly pointed nipples, tight abs, an innie and dressed in bright blue board shorts. His face was serious looking. The challenge would be to make him break out into a smile. His age was indeterminate. Apart from the well honed torso he looked fourteen, fifteen at most from his face and height. The boardies gave nothing away, but it didn't matter, he was such a desirable hunk.
"He's the one," exclaimed Jamie. "He's the one I want to meet."
"And I don't blame you," replied Pete. The two hunkometers indicated their approval. "I've got an idea, Jamie." With a few clicks Pete produced another pic of blue boardies boy, obviously taken at the same time and same place. "With a bit of photoshop I can reproduce both boys in a single pic - cyber twins as it were, one each. I'll upload the pic to jackiestales and as we said we've got six or eight weeks until we take our final trip through the portal." Jamie put his arm round Pete to indicate his agreement, but for some reason the electricity flowed and it felt more than just a hug between mates. The two hunkometers reacted violently.

"I've got something else on this CD to show you," said Pete. "I want your opinion. If you don't like it, it doesn't matter." With a few more clicks of the mouse he produced another folder marked 'X'. He opened it and clicked on a thumbnail before Jamie could see what it was. The enlargement came up and it showed two boys their age in the middle of a kiss, not a peck on the cheek, but a full throated snog. "I always think of this when I wank."
"So you don't think of me then?" said Jamie half jokingly.
"Oh, but I do. They're not mutually exclusive, you know." Jamie was enthralled by the picture. Now the idea had been implanted in his head he was fascinated. He couldn't help staring until Pete clicked the mouse and produced another pic of two boys obviously having a Frenchie.
"So what you're telling me, Pete, is that you not only fantasise about boys kissing, but you fantasise about doing it with me?"
Pete blushed deep crimson and nodded. "You don't mind, do you?" How could he say he did when his own masturbatory fantasies were about sucking Pete?
"No, of course not, and the more I think about it, the more I like the idea."
"Do you want to try it?… Now?" Jamie tried to think of all the reasons he could for saying no.
"But boys don't do that…"
"But look at the pics. They obviously do." Slowly Jamie nodded his assent. Pete led him by the hand over to his bed and they lay down side by side. He took Jamie in his arms and gently probed his lips with his lips, his tongue with his tongue. Jamie's cock stiffened, stiffened more tightly than he had ever known before. It felt as if it were going to explode and when Pete rolled over on top of him and their stiffies met Jamie was fully convinced and just let it happen.

When they woke up Pete said "Jamie, I think we'd better go and clean ourselves up in the shower. I'll worry about this duvet cover later." After they'd showered they went downstairs and played the piano together until it was time for Jamie to go home for lunch.

One evening later in the week Jamie was sitting at home browsing through jackiestales when there was a 'ping' sound to announce the arrival of an e-mail. It was from Peter. «Jamie, I've just uploaded blue boardies boy and his twin brother to jackiestales. You won't be able to see it until tomorrow so here's a copy. Hugs, Peter» Jamie scrolled down until he could see the attachment. It appeared flawless with the two different poses of blue boardies boy on one background. Jamie unconsciously rubbed his hand over the crotch of his shorts as he studied it. «Perfect» he mailed back to Pete. «I'll give it a test run before I go to bed.» His disappointment was that the board shorts gave absolutely no indication of their contents, but then finding out would be the fun of the final meet though the portal.

Over the second half of term Jamie and Peter's friendship grew closer, their relationship deeper. At school they were inseparable. From time to time they had to endure the insults: bumchums, faggots, fairies, half in jest rather than in seriousness, but such were their feelings for one another it was like water off a duck's back. They never let on about what they got up to together in their private moments and so any insults were based on pure speculation anyway. It was surprising what a one or two fingered gesture could achieve as a reaction and means of defence. Finally the long summer holidays arrived. The boys just had to find the right time when Mr and Mrs Collier would be out for sufficient time. And their patience was quickly rewarded. The first day of the school holidays for the boys was not for Jamie's teacher parents. For them it was the dreaded inservice training day, but it meant that Jamie and Peter had a free run of the house for some seven hours.

The previous evening Jamie went over to the Knights' ostensibly to celebrate their freedom and to kick a ball around in the local park, but when they arrived a game was going on among some youths their own age.
"Oh dear," said Jamie "we shall just have to sit on this bench and wait until they're finished." But their luck was in for two reasons. Not only could they discuss their strategy for the following day, but with sporty adolescent youths in shorts running around in front of them, one side with their shirts off, they were presented with a ready made cabaret. Our two boys mentally undressed them, told each other what they'd like to do with each player in turn, gave them points based on appearance, character, dubious talent, sexual attractiveness and potential, with double points for anyone they seriously considered to be gay, and in the end forgot the purpose of their meeting that evening, namely to discuss the following day. However, at half past eight the teams packed up and made their weary ways home completely oblivious of the two talent scouts who had been sitting on the sidelines. Jamie looked at his watch and said that since there was another hour of light they needn't go home yet and the discussions began in earnest.

"First of all, we don't know his name," said Pete referring to blue boardies boy
"Their names," corrected Jamie. "Don't forget you photoshopped him into twins."
"Their names," repeated Pete mechanically.
"What do we wear?" asked Jamie. "I haven't any board shorts. Have you?"
"No," replied Pete "it'll have to be speedos."
"Fair enough."
"What country do you think it is? I don't think it's Newqauy in sunny Cornwall somehow."
"What are the possibilities?"
"Hundreds."
"Probabilities, then?"
"Australia," said Pete "America, perhaps Mexico. Brazil? I don't know."
"Let's stick to Australia and America as the most likely," said Jamie. "He… er, they look Anglo-Saxon types after all."
"So there's not a lot we can do, but trust we'll be okay. We have been before."
"What about money?"
"Well, we ought to take a bit even though it'll be English money. It's better than nothing."

The boys started to wander homewards. The streets were empty and as they walked their hands brushed together. Finally Jamie took the initiative and tenderly took hold of Pete's, quickly releasing it if anyone came in sight. Pete responded by squeezing his as a sign of approval until they reached Pete's road when they let go in case any of the neighbours were spying from behind the net curtains. When they reached Pete's house they said good night. A longing look into each other's eyes had to suffice instead of a goodnight kiss. Jamie hurried the rest of the way home unable to take his mind off the following day. He found it difficult to sleep that night, such was the intensity of his anticipation and so great the desire to pacify it by means of a good jerk off, but he was saving himself. The next morning he was up early to the surprise of his parents and under his shorts and tee shirt he already had on Raoul's grey speedo with the yellow stripes. Oddly enough not a single question had been asked about them, almost as if the magic of the portal extended back into real time and as far as his mother was concerned Jamie had always had a light grey pair of bathers with yellow stripes.
"So what are your plans for today, Jamie?" asked his mother over breakfast.
"Pete's coming over this morning and we hope to go swimming. Then we'll just chill this afternoon…" Mrs Collier winced at the expression 'chill'. "…and get over the strains and stresses of school."
"You know nothing," said his father. "It's worse for us people at the chalk face. We're even more tired out than you and then on top of that we have this wretched training day." Jamie hoped his father would be in a better mood by the evening.
"Don't forget to do some piano practice."
"No, Mum."

About nine o'clock Peter arrived, likewise dressed in tee shirt shorts and speedo. Jamie wasn't sure he approved of what was printed on his tee shirt: an arrow and the slogan I'm with this idiot. He just had to make sure the arrow was pointing away from him. He already had the jackiestales website on the screen with Pete's upload of the cloned 'twins'. He had been 'getting in the mood' while waiting for him. although that only resulted in frustration and a damp patch on his speedos.
"Are you ready, Pete?"
"More than."
"It's 9.16am. Let's go." He took hold of Pete's hand as they leant towards the screen. Nothing to do with their keeping together; it was just that Jamie liked holding his hand. As they fell through the portal they landed hard in a large wooden shack that served as a beachside café. They just missed tipping over a table. They mumbled their apologies and quickly looked for the exit.
"Hey, are you guys in a hurry or something?" They looked up for the source of the American accent and saw in 3D what they had hitherto only seen in two dimensions, the two most gorgeous teenage bodies they had ever beheld in their lives, identical down to the small mole on their left ribs and the silver chain with a small cross that they were wearing about their necks. The shoulders were broad, the pecs firm without being overdeveloped, the abs rippling, the ribs visible, the neat belly buttons that were certainly no innie, nor a full outie, either. The lower bodies were slim as they disappeared into those familiar bright blue boardies, loose at the waist, gripping at the hip, which like their pictures gave absolutely nothing away.
"Sorry," said Jamie again. His rasping adolescent's voice seemed more obedient these days.
"We've just arrived from England," stammered Pete, realising how stupid that sounded.
"What? New England?" enquired one of the blue boardies.
"No, proper England, er, English England."
"England, Europe," said Jamie to help him out.
"Wow," said the two blue boardies together.
"Can we go outside?" asked Pete. "It's a bit stuffy in here."

Once outside in the bright sunshine Jamie said, laying on his best British accent "I'm Jamie and this is my mate Peter… er, Pete."
"Wow, accent," said one of the blue boardies. "I haven't heard one like that since Dick van Dyke in Mary Poppins."
"It's not that bad," protested Jamie "and at least it's genuine."
"Forgive us for being so rude," said the other blue boardie "but we haven't introduced ourselves. I'm J J…"
"…and I'm Jo Jo."
"What does that stand for?" asked Jamie being particularly inquisitive.
"James Jonathan."
"And Joseph Jonathan. We're twins."
"We'd noticed," said Jamie, but the irony of the remark was lost.
"And I'm the older one," said J J.
"Only cos I booted you out," said Jo Jo. It was obviously a well rehearsed routine. "So what are you guys doing here? Vacation?"
"It's hard to explain really," said Peter.
"And if we told you I don't think you'd believe us," added Jamie.
"Try us." By this time the four had walked to the spot near the water's edge where the twins had already laid out the towels.

Jamie drew a large breath and said
"We came by computer." The twins looked at him with a blank stare of disbelief. He and Pete took up the story of their previous adventures and a glimpse of understanding, if not belief, came into their faces. "The computer said we just had one go left and so we took our time choosing where we wanted to go."
"Who we wanted to see," corrected Pete.
"So you chose us," said J J. Our boys nodded.
"And so," said Pete "we don't really know where we are. We guessed it was America from the accents, but otherwise…" He shrugged his shoulders.
"Well," said J J "we can answer that bit. You're in California about an hour's ride south of San Francisco."
"Did you ever surf?" said Jo Jo. Both boys shook their heads.
"We'll teach you," volunteered J J. Jamie and Pete stripped off their trainers, tee shirts and shorts. "Hey, Jo Jo, you don't see many of those round here."
"No, everyone wears boardies like us."
"What's that?" asked Pete.
"Why, speedos, of course. You have to be in a swimteam to wear them round here, otherwise people will say you're gay."
"Oh well," said Jamie drily "we got one thing right."
"So you guys are in a swimteam?" said J J.
"No," said Pete "it's the other one."

Time stood still and the world went silent. Despite all the earlier implications and innuendoes this was the first time that one of them had been so explicit. Jamie felt some kind of relief and nodded in agreement with his friend.
"Hey, guys," said J J "it's no big deal. Jo Jo and me, we often get it on together…"
"…and surfing's not the only reason we come to the beach."
"You mean you're gay too? asked Jamie.
"As gay as a rainbow coloured jockstrap."
"I haven't seen many of those," said Jamie.
"We must go to England if they wear speedos on the beach there."
"Not a lot do," said Pete. "No one wants to show off their balls these days."
"But it doesn't worry you two?"
"If you've got it, show it," said Jamie.
"And it's made us one or two friends," added Pete.
"So we have a deal?" said Jo Jo. "We teach you how to surf and then afterwards we all go back to our hotel room and you teach us what tricks you can do." Jamie and Pete looked at one another and nodded.

Their attempts at surfing were an experience. Neither of the English boys managed to stand up on the boards, but they still had great fun lying on them and letting the waves carry them inshore. Afterwards they lay in the sun and let it dry them and their bathers. They were content to look around at the eye candy on the beach.
"Are you guys ready?" asked Jo Jo. The four picked up the gear and Jamie and Pete followed the twins past the beach café where they'd arrived to the hotel where the twins were staying.
"Are your parents here with you?" asked Pete.
"Yeah, somewhere. You'll probably meet them over lunch." The cool of the air conditioning hit them as they entered the hotel.
"Dump your things in our room and we'll go and see if Mom and Dad are back," said J J. J J returned after a couple of minutes and said that they were back. "They were just going to order lunch from room service and you two are invited." Jamie and Pete looked at one another and nodded.
"This afternoon they're booked to play golf, so we'll have the afternoon to ourselves to do whatever," said Jo Jo.
"We'll get cleaned up first," said J J. "The shower's in there and there are plenty of towels."

Lunch was a pleasant affair for our boys, particularly as the twins' parents were so welcoming and didn't ask awkward questions about how they got there. Afterwards the four boys spent an interesting afternoon with Jamie's and Pete's patience being quickly rewarded by discovering what they had each wanted to know for some weeks if not months, what those bright blue boardies were hiding. It was about three o'clock when the four woke up. They showered again to clean themselves up and headed back to the beach. Because of their previous experiences time was the least of the worries for Jamie and Pete. They passed the beach café and found themselves a spot on the sand close to the water's edge. J J and Jo Jo made another attempt to teach Jamie and Pete to surf and this time Jamie did manage to stand up on the board for all of ten seconds. Pete didn't even get that far despite being the sportier of the two. When they had had enough the four lay down together on towels and soaked up the sun. Fortunately the twins had brought the sunscreen.

Suddenly all hell was let loose. As they had their eyes closed they hadn't noticed the approach of a couple of ugly customers in their late teens.
"Hey," shouted one of the thugs "there's those faggoty twins again."
"And this time with their faggoty boyfriends," said the other and kicked sand in their faces.
"Time to go, guys," said J J.
"But there's four of us and two of them," protested Pete.
"Yeah, but you don't know the back up they've got." Suddenly the beach appeared empty, no one to help them, no crowd to hide in. The four quickly grabbed their things to go, but two surfboards slowed them down and in the corner of their eyes they could see the 'back up' approaching. They made a dash for the beach café. They would be safe in there. They walked quickly, the thugs walked quickly; they almost ran, the antediluvian ape men almost ran. At last they reach the refuge of the café. They put the boards in the board rack and looked for somewhere to sit. Looking around Jo Jo tripped and as he did he knocked over Jamie and Pete. All three fell under an empty table… the table… the portal. As they picked themselves up off the floor they realised that they were back in Jamie's bedroom. Jamie and Pete looked at the computer screen: 'You have 0 goes left. The portal is now closed'.

"It's like waking up from a nightmare," remarked Pete as Jamie turned to check the time. 9.17am - and then to their amazement they made a discovery. Jo Jo had come through the portal with them. 'Oh my god,' thought Jamie 'what do we do now? We can't even send him back. And what do I tell Mum and Dad?'

"Hey, guys, that was a close run thing," said Jo Jo.
"Where's J J?"
"He must still be in the beach café," said Pete. "Remember? He didn't trip over like us and so didn't go through the portal."
"Can you two explain what's going on? Where are we?"
"We'll take the second question first," said Jamie. "We're in my bedroom in a house in England."
"Not New England, real England - England, Europe," explained Pete helpfully. That look of disbelief which the boys had seen when they first arrived in California crept over Jo Jo's face.
"C'mon, guys, you're having me on."
"Well, look out of the window," said Jamie.
"Yeah?"
"Look at the cars. Which side of the road are they driving on?"
"Ooh, I see what you mean now. The wrong side."
"Well, the left hand side. And can you see the steering wheels, Jo Jo? Which side are they on?"
"The right hand side."
"Do you believe us now?" Reluctantly Jo Jo nodded his head. "Now, can we explain what's happened?" said Pete. "We can only repeat what we said before. That we travelled through this portal through the computer screen. We had three goes. Our trip to you was the last one and now the portal is closed. Now you know as much as we do."
"So how am I going to get back home?" Jamie and Pete looked at each other blankly. Jamie thought for a moment.
"It's getting on for ten o'clock here. What time is it in California?"
"Coming up to two in the night I would guess," said Jo Jo.
"So there are two possibilities," went on Jamie. "Either this business with those thugs happened yesterday in which case your parents and J J must be going frantic or it's going to happen tomorrow in which case no one at home is any the wiser."
"I know," said Pete. "Can we e-mail anybody?"
"You can e-mail the family," said Jo Jo "but they won't get it until they return home at the end of the vacation and I don't even know the name of the hotel we were staying in, so it'll be hard to call them." The boys sat around the room trying to think of a solution.
"We'd better lend you some clothes," said Jamie finally. "You can't go around in boardies and bare feet.
"Do you mind if I shower this salt off first?" said Jo Jo.
"I'll show you the bathroom," said Jamie.

While Jo Jo was in the shower Jamie suddenly had an idea. "There's only one way out of this. No one, but no one's going to believe any of this. We're going to have to kill him off."
"What?" cried Pete. "Murder him? Murder him in the shower like in that film Psycho?"
"Brutal yes, but violent no. We've go to act quickly while he's still in the shower. Remember you created him with photoshop?" A light dawned somewhere within Pete's head. "Well, we simply uncreate him." Jamie sat down at the computer and brought it back to life. Pete stood and looked over his shoulder. "Right, I'm going to log out of jackiestales." Jamie did it. "God, why is this so slow today? At last." 'Goodbye, Spirit of Love' appeared on the screen. "Now you log in under your username and password." He stood up and let Pete sit down. He typed in 'Chunky' and then his password. 'Welcome, Chunky' appeared on the screen. "Okay, let me sit down again." Jamie got into Chunky's gallery and found the picture of the blue boardies twins. He copied it to the desktop as a backup and decisively clicked on 'Delete this File'. 'Are you really sure you want to delete this file?' came up on the screen. "OMG, no!" screamed Jamie. He clicked on 'Delete'. The dirty deed was done and the pic disappeared from Chunky's gallery along with the comments and the votes. He sat back in his chair with a sigh of relief.
"We'd better check," said Pete. The boys tiptoed towards the bathroom and listened at the door. Nothing. They knocked on it. Nothing. Jamie gingerly opened it. His clothes were in a neat pile on a foot stool and the water hadn't even been turned on. Another sigh of relief. "I wonder what's going on in California," said Pete.
"One of two things," replied Jamie. "Either J J is leading his life as he's always done without any twin brother or there's a big search operation going on for Jo Jo with those two homophobic thugs in the slammer."
"I wonder," said Pete.

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