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if my shyness let me.
    He looked at me, then sat up, and surprised me by saying, "You look great when you smile and laugh. Your lips look like they want to sing and the freckles on your nose and cheeks want to dance under those glinting hazel eyes." I felt a tingle run up my spine and spread over the back of my head. Is this what friendship does? I wondered. He leaned forward, nudging his knees against mine as he clasped my hand. "Will you reconsider and tell me what happened to you?"
    His question hit me hard, coming unexpectedly. I flinched and pulled my hand from his, realising he knew I lied, while wanting to scream Yes , now that I've somebody to talk to, somebody I felt I could trust, somebody to listen to me and believe me and help me. Yet, could I trust him that much, so soon after meeting him? 'Cuz if he talked and my stepdad heard about my complaints, I knew I'd be minced meat. My ingrained senses reminded me, Don't trust 'em or believe 'em or tell 'em anything . I couldn't risk telling him. My shell slammed shut. "Not now," I answered, feeling upset, knowing I disappointed myself as much as him.
    He looked blank faced, nodded, tensed his lips and looked down, making me feel bad.
    "I'm sorry," I said, curling my hand over his, "I like you and feel safe with you. One day I'll tell you, it's just that I'd feel happier if I got to know you better… I feel like that swim now, wanna come?"
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    "An underground spring feeds the rocky hole with clear cool water, year round," I explained as we headed its way, "making for safe swimming, while over at the far side the water is deep enough for diving from the rocks above." When we stopped by earlier, I'd told him my real dad used to take me to the hole after work each hot day and pointed to the rotted remains of a rope swing he strung up from an overhanging tree branch and the remains of a semi submerged drum pontoon he made for me years ago.
    Drew nodded and smiled, telling me he liked hearing me talk. He flexed his supporting arm around me, causing me to grin at him and draw my arm tight around his waist. I felt good knowing him, and knew the more time I spend with him, the more I'd like him.
    When we arrived, I pointed to the best place to walk in and headed there. I threw my shirt aside and dropped my shorts. Then realisation hit. I turned to face him. "I always swim here in the—"
    "Don't let me stop you. C'mon, let's get rid of 'em," he replied, slipping his under-duds down and bending over to free them off his feet, allowing me to sneak a glance at his rose. Faaarken 'ell , I thought, he's sure—
    "Well? What're you waiting for?" he challenged, catching me frozen, staring at his long, soft cock and trimmed bush. I looked up, blushing, then matched his broad grin as he placed his hands on his hips and spread his legs in a sexy way, sort of looking impatient and baiting me to drop mine. I did, though in a shy way, because my cock isn't as big or as thick as his and because I didn't feel sure about the situation. Like, is he just playing or does he want to play? I let him have a quick gawk if he wanted, and turned and ran into the water and dived forward, and heard him dive beside me and watched him trailing streams of bubbles before we surfaced and splashed around for a while. As expected, I felt immediate relief as the cool water soothed my butt, numbing the pain. He suggested a race across the thirty metres to the far side, beating me easily with his strong streamlined stroking while I wriggled and rolled in my juvenile, self-taught, country-boy style with my arms flaying and flopping and splashing about. Fate played its hand again that day I felt, for when I arrived at the rock wall, he smiled and promised to teach me to swim better.
    After monkeying around diving, bombing and jumping a few times, I suggested we dry off before the sun dips below the trees, pointing to a sloping rock I always used. I felt nervous lying on my back starkers beside him, feeling his