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sexiness, which Drew, with his awesome cock and body, seemed happy to show off. Why not? I thought, I would, too, if I had his great looks and stuff. I looked at him lying on his back, with his cock partly filled like mine, eyes closed and black hair matted to his scalp and forehead and over his ears. "Drew," I said in a low voice. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Thanks for today."
    He turned on his side and propped on his elbow, his gaze darting over my face. "No, Alex. Thank you."
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    Drew dominated my thoughts that night as I lay in bed in the dark of my room, bathed in happiness I hadn't known since childhood days with my real dad. I thought of the time he found me in the grass, of my rudeness and his perseverance, and of his willingness and desire to help me, eventually succumbing to his infectious happy nature.
    I wanted to hug him for helping me and becoming my only friend, a friend I felt I could truly rely upon and trust and share confidences with, though I knew I wouldn't yet. My mind returned for the hundredth time to his hot body and his mind-grabbing sexiness. I wondered whether he played a bit to tease me or showed his natural self, considering he is a lifesaver and no doubt had girls, beach babes I think they're called, crawling over him at home in Sydney. Yet, at the same time, an aspect of him intrigued me, for a couple of times I caught him sussing me. I know that secretive suss look, the same look I've used when checking out guy's cocks at the public pool in town, which makes me wonder whether he's gay. I hope you are, Drew , I whispered to myself for the hundredth time as I flogged my cock toward another, not so cummy orgasm, the second for the night. I hope you are, 'cuz then maybe, we'll become more than just friends .
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    At midnight, the door to my room slammed against the sidewall, startling me awake. Clutched by fear, I stared at the figure lurching toward me in the light beam, smelling the stench of alcohol as he leaned over and dragged me by my hair.
    "Git on yer knees yer little shit, and keep yer damned teeth outta the way," he snarled.
    CHAPTER 2
    Over the next few days, I met Drew at the boundary fence each afternoon after I'd finished my jobs. We'd have a swim and sit in the hideout with Paddles, just talking stuff and getting to know each other better. Each day he'd invite me to his home only to be disappointed by my refusal. On the sixth day, I relented, hoping my step-father wouldn't rage at me when he found out.
    "Hi, Mum, here's Alex at last," Drew said as we stepped into the kitchen.
    She turned from the sink, her face a huge smile, her arms welcoming as she walked to me and placed her hands on my upper arms. "Hello, Alex. So you're the boy Drew hasn't stopped talking about all this week. Call me Sunny, everyone does, even the little nippers at the surf club."
    Her warm friendliness amazed me, the opposite to the sour demeanour my mother adopted since remarrying, after my real dad died. I said hello, while managing to prevent the tears wanting to flood my eyes.
    "I'll have a snack ready in an hour. How do grilled ham, cheese and tomato sandwiches sound?"
    "Terrific, Mum," Drew answered then turned to me. "Mum makes the best with the cheese melting all over. Let's have another swim– in our pool this time, ay?"
    He led me to his bedroom at the back end of the house, already set up as though he'd lived there for ages, not just ten days. He had a large wall-mounted plasma screen opposite the double bed, with built-in cupboards and robes to one side, to the other a desk between the windows with a large swivel chair and open laptop. Under the plasma screen sat a compact sound system with speakers mounted high in the four corners of the room, angled downward.
    "Wow." I sighed, looking around, shaking my head at the difference between Drew's bright cheery room and my dingy barren dump.
    He smiled, shut the door and opened a drawer, pulling out two speedos. "Here, try these on," he